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<\|description\|>Conan Edogawa (real name: Shinichi Kudo) Age - 10 years old in appearance, 20 in actuality Gender - Male Species - Human Story - Detective Conan anime Personality - Courageous, witty, and possessing a remarkably incorruptible sense of justice, Shinichi believes anything could be explained with logic and deduction. Nicknamed "The Heisei Holmes" in Japan, he possesses the intellect and skills to match some of the greatest detectives of all time. Though he used to be brash young kid with an over-inflated ego, he was humbled down through his involvement in a criminal organization simply called "Black", particularly his shrinking down into his seven year old self. And although he remained ill-tempered at times, especially in matters of murder and the taking of another's life, he's patient and calm when it comes to solving cases, capable of spotting the most minute detail any ordinary man would have missed. He also possesses knowledge of various subjects related to his crime-solving. He's athletic and is highly skilled in soccer. The list of skills he had learned from his mystery novelist of a father includes driving a boat, flying an helicopter, as well as firing a pistol. The one biggest flaw of his, however, is that he's tone-deaf; he can't sing to save his life. Furthermore, he sucks at video games. Background Info - Shinichi Kudo used to be a 17 year old high schooler detective with intelligence, fame, and fangirls to boot - and perhaps a little too much pride. While visiting an amusement park called "Tropical Land" with his girlfriend, Shinichi ran into a group of men in black making an illegal exchange of drugs. So focused on the business deal, the young detective didn't notice another member of the organization behind him and was assaulted with a metal bat. He was then force-fed with an experimental drug called "APTX 4869" that shrunk him down to the body of a 7 year old. Ever since that day, he vowed to hunt down the criminal organization that did this to him and bring them to justice. Two years later, he did - at the cost of his girlfriend's life. Distraught, but never in despair, Shinichi has since moved on in life and continued hunting criminals everywhere. Unfortunately, he never did recover the antidote to the drug that had separated his childhood love from him. Though his neighbour and good friend, Professor Hiroshi Agasa, had promised to continue his research for a cure, Shinichi has long accepted his fate as a karmic punishment. Appearance -</s> <\|message\|>Conan Edogawa (real name: Shinichi Kudo) Space, the final frontier. Limitless potential lies beyond the stars. Each of those stars could have many worlds, every world could have a very different form of life, and every life has its own special story of his own. This is the story of how one apathetic god squandered all that potential by hosting a mafia party game in space, at a mansion floating through the vacuum no less. In this mansion, there are many things one would normally find in an ordinary mansion. A movie theater-sized library could be found at the back of the first floor, its shelves lined up with books from every century. To the right hall, a dining room lined up with smoking-hot food, despite them being left in the open. To the left hall, a familiar chandelier spread its ghostly glow across a gloomy ballroom, its light being the only source of illumination. And finally, the two grand staircases spiraling up to the second floor led to an exact number of nine bedrooms, with the numbers one through nine hanging from the door. In the desolate main hall of the mansion, just several yards from the main entrance, what was once an unnaturally quiet vestibule began humming with a ear-piercing low pitch. As the sound rise in volume, orbs of light began materializing into existence, and eventually, those orbs summoned forth nine individuals from across the planes of reality... --------------------------------- "I'm Kudo Shinichi, a high school detective. While at an amusement park with my childhood friend and classmate, Mouri Ran, I witnessed a suspicious deal involving a man in black. Since I was so focused on watching the deal, I didn't realize his partner was sneaking up from behind me. He forced me to consume poison, and when I came to… my body had shrunk. If those men learnt that Kudo Shinichi was still alive, they'd come back to finish me off, endangering everyone around me. At Dr. Agasa's suggestion, I hid my identity, and when Ran asked for my name, I blurted out 'Edogawa Conan'. To find out more about those men in black - the Black Organization - I ended up living with Ran and her detective father. There were only a few trusted individuals who knew my identity; my father and mystery novelist, Kudo Yusaku; my mother and a retired actress, Kudo Yukiko; the western high school detective, Hattori Heiji; and my current classmate, Haibara Ai. Her true identity is Miyano Shiho. She was once involved with the Black Organization. But after her sister, Miyano Akemi, was murdered by the Organization, she decided to flee from them. By taking the same poison I was forced to… her body shrunk as well. The enigmatic Black Organization… I'm not the only one who's secretly working to find out their identity. The Federal Bureau of Investigation – the FBI – was in hot pursuit as well. Half a year ago, they had managed to track down the headquarters of the Black Org., but it was a well-planned trap laid out for them… and my classmate, Mouri Ran, was murdered during the incident. It has been a long and hard battle. I've lost many friends over the past year; Ran, Ayumi… Dr. Agasa. But I won't let their death be in vain. Even though my body has shrunk, my mind remains the same. One truth prevails, and I'll die before I let the Organization continue doing as it wishes... That said, this will be my final message. If you are hearing this, I've failed, and I'm no longer of this world. Please... stop the Black Organization. I've gathered all the information on them in a USB cache hidden beneath Dr. Agasa's desk. Please use it wi-" Haibara pressed the 'stop' button on the audio recorder. Her visage displayed not a hint of emotion, not pity nor sorrow. She knew this day would come. Two nights ago, Haibara came to Dr. Agasa's laboratory, Shinichi's current place of residence, empty. The great detective had been missing throughout the two days, and she had only found this hidden tape recorder in the one place Shinichi knew she would look - her sister's strongbox, where Haibara would check every few weeks. Though the possibility of Shinichi merely being kidnapped had remained existent, she could tell he was going to hunt down the Boss of the Organization a week before she had found the tape. He had been tirelessly working to hunt down the Black Org. ever since Ran's death, and two weeks ago, he had learned of the location from a significant member of the criminal group, Vermouth, who revealed the truth on her deathbed. Haibara laid across the bed, the recorder rested against her abdomen. The lab was always been a quiet place, and it suited her just fine, but ever since the doctor's passing, the solitude became unbearable. She became even more accustomed to Shinichi's company than before, inadvertently gaining feelings for him. Not anymore. "Wherever you are, great detective-san... rest well. You've earned it."</s> <\|message\|>Diavolo/Doppio Doppio looked around confused and a little scared because it did not look like Rome,He didn't see Giorono the boy that killed him or rather killed him repeatedly."Where am i?" Doppio said to himself in a quiet manner placing his finger to his mouth looking around the very elegant hallway,"Look around Doppio and make sure Gio is not here to delay our plans..." Diavolo said to Doppio who nodded and started walking around the hallway bumping into Kudo Shinichi. "S...s...sorry..." Doppio said in a quiet voice touching his fingers together.</s> <\|message\|>Conan Edogawa (real name: Shinichi Kudo) April 15th, 2015 - two minutes before the summoning Shinichi twiddled the USB drive in his hand as he watched the sunset. He halfheartedly hoped that the thing would fall off his hand, past the railing, and into the river beneath the scenic overlook. "I've warned you, Kudo-kun; that email was something that should never be opened: Pandora's Box. Much like the supposed data you've got on the Organization's leader." He buried his head into his folded arms. He knew the risk contained within this tiny capsule; he had experienced it before firsthand through the death of his girlfriend. It might be another trap that would lead to the death of another innocent. But he also knew it was not about him; it was about stopping a criminal organization who had caused hundreds of lives. Shinichi caught the USB in his fist, his resolve rediscovered. He was not going to give up the pursuit before, and he certainly would not start now. Just as he was about to end his momentary scenery trip, however, his consciousness began to fade... Present Day, Present Time It felt like a mere second had passed when he awoke, as feelings of nauseousness and disorientation caused him to wobble around on the spot. The bright light did not help one bit. When his vision had returned, he nearly convinced himself that he was dreaming; aside from the strange uniforms some of the individuals around him were dressed in, an android and a bipedal squid were among the other strange creatures in this surreal environment he found himself in. Then he noticed the distant aroma of roasted chicken, the mumblings of confusion uttered by the surrounding people, and the solid flooring he was standing upon; they all felt real, nothing close to the state one would normally associate with dreaming. Thus, he held the question: 'Where am I?' All of the sudden, someone bumped into him. A bit cautious, Shinichi spun towards the person and found a teenage boy with a tattered sweater. "S...s...sorry..." the teen whispered with his fingers touching together. He was going to ask him for their current location, but the boy seemed almost as confused the rest of the occupants here. "No, it's okay," Shinichi casually responded, a faint smile across his face. Then he turned towards his right, and he noticed the main door standing before him. It was a large set of door like any other. There was nothing ominous nor special about it. However, the normality of it kept Shinichi even more on guard as he gradually approached the handlebars. He tried the door. Locked. He sighed in disappointment, but quickly reached into his blue jacket and pulled out a yellow badge. "Oi, Haibara! Can you hear me?!" Shinichi shouted into the transmitter, but the device merely responded with pure static. "Dammit. Where the heck am I?" Then he remembered; the USB. He probed around his jacket, and breathed a sigh of relief when he found the rectangular device safely tucked away in one of the pockets within the jacket. At least that part of his life had remained secure.</s> <\|message\|>Diavolo/Doppio Doppio wondered where he was and was going to ask the young boy where he was but they seemed to be in the same boat,"Do...you...know...where we...are?" The purple haired teen asked him walking behind him wondering what he would do next."Can...you...help..find..out..where we are?" Doppio said looking a little worried.</s> <\|message\|>Shiba Tatsuya Shiba Residence: Before Summoning Tatsuya stood in front of the flat screen Television, as a green flash lighted the room. A small logo appeared on the screen, when a person appeared on the screen. "Hello Special Lieutenant, any new developments in the research of the new CAD's Developed by the Black Knights?" "Yes Sir, I have discovered that the Black Knights are gathering Magi Information through the CAD's and planing to use this information against the world, simply a New World Order. End Explanation" "Hmm..Very Intriguing, I shall investigate this thoroughly, for now enjoy your vacation, you've earned it. Chief out." Tatsuya turned off the Television and went to his bed, where he found his Sister Miyuki, laying there asleep. He layed on the bed and fell asleep. Other Realm: Tatsuya woke up scratching his head. 'HUH! Where am I.....More importantly where's Miyuki!' Tatsuya took out his Trident and began pointing it at the rest in the room.</s> <\|message\|>Diavolo/Doppio Doppio was still walking behind Conan that he didn't notice Tatsuya bumping into her,Once again he turned around to face Tatsuya."S...sorry..." He apologized again to someone nervously biting his lip.</s> <\|message\|>Lagoona Blue Lagoona Sat up in a bed she didn't recognize, she looked around and decided to step outside the room wondering if this was a prank or someone had kidnapped her. She looked down at her clothing before entering the hall, it was her normal laid back style, even her knitted hat was on and around her gills. She shrugged and spotted a boy with purple hair and waved all friendly like at him, she wasn't weirded out by his hair really because her hair was a creamy blonde and streaks of aqua blue. "Ello Mate, what is this place exactly? If you don't mind me askin. Oh and my name is Lagoona Blue" she said with an ear to ear grin her voice was Australian and kinda loud but friendly non the less.</s> <\|message\|>Diavolo/Doppio Doppio turned around looking over to Lagoona with a nervous look on his face like she scared him,"Me...h...hello...I...d...do not know...I...hav..e..tried to find out where we are..." The young purple haired teen said nervously touching his lower lip with his finger. A small ringing could be heard but Doppio ignored it for now because it didn't see me important for the moment.</s>	<\|message\|>Conan Edogawa (real name: Shinichi Kudo) Shinichi would chalk up the purple-haired boy's abnormal speech pattern to his timidity, but a timid boy wouldn't normally approach a stranger he just met so easily. Just as he was about to ask if the insecure boy was alright, however, he noticed another teenager in a white and cyan uniform pointing a deadly trident in the air. 'That guy is dangerous.' Keeping an eye on his tranquilizer wristwatch, Shinichi made his approach towards Tatsuya. "Big brother! You're scaring me with that thing!" he shouted, innocently pointing at Tatsuya's weapon. Just as he was dealing with the uniformed lad, a girl with webbed hands and minted skin began addressing everybody, declaring herself as "Lagoona Blue." He arched a brow at the strange-looking creature. 'Is she doing cosplay?' was his first thought of the girl.</s>
<\|description\|>CHARACTER SHEET ___________________________________________________ Jason D. Hunter Ves Age: 18 Hair Color: Dark brown, almost black. Eye Color: Glassy light blue. Height: 6" Body Type: Toned/leanly muscular. Other Information: Jason grew up in the bad neighborhood of Trip City. His father was a drunk, and his mother a, to be blunt, whore. After an argument that ended with his father having his face kicked in, Jason was sent to juvy for a few years. When he came back, no one could remember him; probably because of how fast he changed and grew from the boy before. He mainly does odd jobs around town, although he has been looking for something more higher-paying.</s> <\|message\|>Arran White The pencil scratched gently against the page of Arran's sketchbook, as she carefully rendered the view from her vantage point; perched on the top of a stonewall. There was something off about the drawing, probably the perspective. If there was one thing Arran hated about having only one working eye; it was that she lost all depth perception. Sighing, Arran packed up her pencils into a metal tin and slipped them into her bag. She knew if she continued trying to draw the cityscape she would get so frustrated that is wasn't worth it. Flicking back through her sketchbook revealed page after page of good, but not quite right drawings; landscapes, houses, animals, people, vehicles, food, still life, and clockwork, lots and lots of clockwork. Almost every spare corner, gap, nook and cranny was crammed with sketches of clockwork. Closing the book with a snap, Arran dropped it into her bag. Lying back on the wall she stared up at the sky, a sky so wonderfully blue. There was, of course, the skyscrapers towering up in the distance, but here, near the edge of the city, the sky was unobstructed, beautiful. Closing her eyes and lying back on the wall, Arran dozed off, tired after getting up early that morning, due to the dog needing out. Admittedly it hadn't been that early, but for Arran anything before ten was considered early.</s> <\|message\|>CHARACTER SHEET The voice caused him to glance up. Jason rose an eyebrow, his hood thankfully hiding any rude facial expressions he could make. "Yeah," He began, glancing back down at the menu, which he had placed flat on the table. Getting something would hopefully hide any suspicion while he waited for the delivery. "Just a water." It wasn't that much money. With a shrug, he took out a few bucks and laid it on the table, while leaning back and giving the female a half-lidded smirk. Water wouldn't make him sleepy, sluggish, or anything - especially if he had to get in a fight, which happened quite a lot in these jobs. His hands fingered the hilt of his scarred switch-blade, located deep in the pocket of his leather jacket.</s> <\|message\|>Arran White A sound sliced through the air, jolting Arran awake. Sitting up she glared round trying to find the source of the noise. Finally after realizing there was no one else around to whom it could belong, she fished her old 'small brick' phone out of its plastic ziplock bag in the outer pocket of her satchel. Damn Arran thought, I obviously didn't soak it long enough. She considered dropping it to the pavement below and watching it shatter, but that would be a waste of money when her parents brought her a new phone. Stabbing the green button, she lifted the phone to her ear. "Hello?" "Ah Arran so glad you picked up, Can you come and meet me in town?" said a tinny male voice from the other end of the phone. Arran blinked, "Ummm…… No?" "Really Arran, its about your eye." the voice, which Arran realized belonged to her uncle, tried to convince her. "I have been talking to someone and they think they can do something about it." Snarling silently Arran replied trying her hardest to keep her tone neutral, "Sorry uncle, I'm busy today." She thumbed the red button to shut off the call, jumping down from the wall as she did so. Arran hated people trying to mess with her eye, it was fine as it was, why couldn't people see that? But all most people could see was the eye patch. She walked over to where a big dog was lying, he looked up when she approached and cocked his 'eyebrows' at her inquisitively. "Its fine, its fine." Arran told him, ruffling the fur behind his ears. "Shall we go finish this walk?" untying the lead from round her waist, Arran waited till the dog, Rig, had pulled himself up before clipping it to his collar, pulling her headphones on, and heading off down the street.</s> <\|message\|>Ithen Roberts Ithen Roberts Ithen had walked down the street for a while, but now was smoking at a bus stop and looking through the magazine that was thrown at him. It was mostly a book about famous pop stars and other celebrity updates. The one thing that Ithen was interested in was a cover story on Ebony. Even if he did want to read the story about Ebony, someone put gum between the two pages that featured her, and someone else, or the same person ripped out the others. His manager thought that he did it because of how he kept openingly stating how much he didn't like her, as he did with other celebrities, but it was only because his pride wouldn't admit otherwise. He chuckled at the thought of how the magazine was unfit to sell because it was ruined. "He's right," He tossed the magazine into the trash next to him. "It's useless now." Sitting down, he spotted something of interest down the road. A big dog. Ithen loved dogs. He started walking down the street to approach Arran.</s> <\|message\|>Arran White Arran sighed as Rig stopped again to sniff another inanimate object. Sometimes it felt like he wanted to sniff every single blade of grass. Counting to five in German, just for the sake of it, Arran tugged Rig away, leaning her whole body backwards so as to have enough force. Rig was a big dog; his head came up to just below her waist, and his broad chest gave him a lot of power, even though he was getting old and fat, that didn't stop him being strong. In all probability, Arran would never have been able to control him had he not had the friendly temperament that he had. It was a bit of a joke to the family; he was a big enough dog to scare intruders off, but he was actually more likely to ask for a tummy scratch than to actually try frightening anyone. Lost in her thoughts, and her music, Arran let Rig lead the way, before he stopped again to sniff something else, glancing at him, Arran suddenly realized the thing Rig was sniffing wasn't a letterbox, bush, street corner, or even a power pole, it was in fact, somebody's shoe. "Oh sorry," Arran gently yanked Rig's lead to let the poor person past. Glancing up she saw a boy with blue hair, a fascinating colour, like the evening sky before the sun set.</s> <\|message\|>Ithen Roberts Ithen Roberts Ithen wasn't good at making friends, but was the kind of person who would be loud and obnoxious trying. Of course, usually he didn't try too hard, but in this case there was a dog. He loved dogs. He always thought of getting his own but could never hold a job long enough to do it. So he always tried to introduce himself to dog owners as if it was his job to do so. As he approached the red and black haired character he smiled a huge smile, trying hard not to be awkward and put his hand behind his neck. "What a pretty dog." He paused, "C-can I pet it?" He look away trying to show that he was expecting a 'no' for an answer. He didn't want to be rude and do it suddenly. Some dogs were aggressive after-all.</s> <\|message\|>Autumn Eirwen Autumn would admit, a lone man wearing a hood inside was suspicious but he didn't seem to be causing any trouble as it was so she would leave him be though she was going to be sure to keep an eye on him. She nodded as she jotted down his order and was quick to bring him a water. "Just let me know if you want anything else." She gave him a smile before going over and helping Sal take orders. Thankfully, they all knew what they wanted and so the orders were whisked off to the kitchen in no time. Sal shot her a grateful smile as he grabbed a tray and worked on taking the family their drinks. She told him to come get her to help take their food to them before walking over and asking an elderly man what he wanted. She was then forced to stand there with a smile fixed on her face as he went off on a long rant about how "these young whippersnappers don't know know no respect these days" all because she didn't automatically know what he wanted to drink. He claimed to come in everyday but Autumn knew for a fact that she has only seen him twice before and Sal or one of the others would wait on him. After finally getting his order out of him, Autumn sighed as the order was sent to the kitchen. She paused to take a breather and drink a glass of water. As she did her eyes trayed back over to the single man sitting at the table. She wondered why he kept his face covered. Was he on the run from something?</s> <\|message\|>Marius Caustellus Marius slammed the door to his cramped, unpleasant abode, the description of which was more akin to a cell than a studio apartment, at least according to Marius. Keys in one hand, lunchbox in the other, the disgruntled man turned around and slid the key into the hole, locking the deadbolt swiftly. With another turn, his brisk, confident stride led him out of the borderline-slum apartment complex and out onto the sidewalk. This was the regular workday of Marius Caustellus. A hot shower, a hot breakfast and a cold-blooded reminder to follow the guidelines of regular society, as well as a lunch large enough to tide him over until dinnertime. His simple, off-white T-shirt and stained jeans only framed him completely as a laborer when a pair of damaged brown boots were included with his outfit. It was a fairly short walk to the industrial area of Trip City from his apartment, which explained why the area was in such disrepair. Plummeting property value. The only people who lived in this area were people that had to. It was a neighborhood where police presence was a distant thought, and shady dealings took place day and night. Marius was bright enough to arm himself, but not with anything as expensive as a gun. He felt at ease as long as he knew he had the upper hand. A couple hidden combat knives and a collapsible metal baton with a built in taser were his idea of an upper hand. The baton was his favorite. He had designed and built it himself, but had failed to retain enough cash to apply for a patent, so until then, he decided to test it on any would-be thieves. The entire length of the baton, handle aside, was designed to deliver a near-lethal dose of electricity. This meant any attempt to grab the shaft resulted in what Marius called "entertainment"; primarily, stiffening of the mugger's body and a pain-induced shriek. A simple poke from the tip could deliver the same effect. Turning on the electricity was as simple as a pull of the trigger. Confidently striding along the empty sidewalk, Marius noticed a figure trudging into view. The closer he came, the stronger his familiarity with the figure. This was a strange occurrence though; Marius barely knew the people he worked with, and he doubted he could pick any one of them out of a line-up 50 feet away. "Shorty. Female. Brown hair." Marius' inner monologue profiled the girl as he drew close to her. "Those eyes are so familiar." The lunchbox toting man stared carelessly at the girl even as he passed her. "Ah! It's-" Marius stopped and turned to the girl. "Miss Ebony Wildes." His voice was fairly serious, yet nothing too stiff. "This isn't really a safe place for such a young girl, you know."</s>	<\|message\|>CHARACTER SHEET As Jason sat there, nursing the cold glass of water, his hooded face suddenly went taut as he noticed someone enter the building. It was a rather large man, beefy with a beer belly, and he had on what appeared to be an ill-fitting suit that had grease and whatever-the-fuck stains on the front. The man had what appeared to be a bulky suitcase in his fat hands, and his pig-like eyes wandered over every single face in the bar, before finally resting on Jason's table. "Time to get this show on the road..." He grumbled, barely audible as the man seemed to perk up and walk fast towards his table. His grip on his switchblade got too tight, causing his knuckles to pale and pop as the man got closer. This man...this man was very, very well-known in the underground for hosting fighting rings and dog pits, along with a rather well-known drug-smuggling ring that went throughout the sewer system of Trip City. He couldn't mess this deal and delivery up; it could seriously mean his livelihood...and Whatever is In The Sky knows that he spent too much sweat, tears, and literal blood on staying alive. "Jasoooon!" The man yelled out in an obnoxiously accented voice as he stood with his arms wide open; Like a dick, Jason noted, peeling his lip back in barely concealed disgust. Standing, Jason gave the man a stiff hand-shake, dully noting that his hands felt like sand-paper and sweat mixed together. Not a very good feeling. "Sit, sit, let's talk business." The large man sat, the chair creaking ominously, and Jason dully followed suit. Without hesitation, Mr. Vicorelli smiled a gap-toothed smile, lugging his suitcase onto the table and spilling water onto the floor. Jason absent-mindedly fixed the glass upright, his eyes narrowed as the suitcase was opened - revealing five small, tennisball-sized pods. Containing what? He didn't want to know. "Tell me, what is this?" The man's smile was fixed. "Contraband that needs to be delivered." Jason said flatly, scooping up the orbs and pocketing them. "Where to?" The man, surprised by the abruptness, only chuckled jovially and closed his eyes. "Past Rat's Nest; place it in the trashcan fifty feet from the gray-roofed orphanage, and knock twice on the lid before leaving." Eidetic memory automatically memorizing the place, Jason mentally grunted as he stood. "It'll be done. Where's the pay?" "You'll get it." Fucking- He cut himself off. He couldn't be impatient; they would pay him, or he would rip their throats out. Or they would beat his ass. Whichever happens first. Scowling, he headed towards the door, ignoring the sound of laughter from the fat man behind him.</s>
<\|description\|>Mathew Homes Fake Name None Nickname(s) None Gender Male Age 16 Year First Birthday June 16 Astrological Sign Gemini Species Unicorn-A race of magical, sentient horses that can take on a Human form. Because they've been hunter to near extinction by people after their magical horns, they tend to live a hermits life. Unicorns are also said to be naturals at healing magic. An odd quirk of their race is when reproducing with another race, the offspring will either be a full blood Unicorn, or what ever species the other parent is. This seems to be determined by the race of the other parent; When a Human and a Unicorn have a child, it's a Unicorn, but if it was an Elf, then the child would be an Elf. Because of this, there are no half Unicorn Class Dawn Bringer-A light elemental combat medic class. Weapon None World Lucis Biography Mathew's father was a knight forced into retirement by injury. He met and fell in love with a beautiful Unicorn women. After a year of courting, the two were married. It wasn't long after that she became pregnant with Mathew. Out of fear for her life and that of her son's, she and her husband kept her Unicorn heritage a secret from everyone, except for Mathew of course. Because he was forced to hide his true race, he never got much time to practice his powers. As such, Mathew lived the life of a normal human boy...although such a life left him wanting more While becoming a knight like his father seemed like an easy solution to such a problem, he was concerned about his secret and if he would be able to keep it if he took the path of a knight. As such, he decided that he needed to find a place where he didn't need to keep his secret. Something that he found in the Academy of the Arcane Artes Personality Mathew is a scholar and a gentleman. He is even tempered and a patient boy. That said, it's not impossible to get on his bad side. Mistreating women and children are a really quick way to do so. He's the kind of guy who makes an effort to get along with everyone he can "Which sounds like a more ideal world; one in which everyone is your enemy, or one where everyone is your friend?" Partner Looking for one Fear(s)/Weakness(es)/Limit(s) Unicorns are good as passing as normal Humans because their physical power is roughly the same as one when not in their Unicorn form. As for their Unicorn form; because of the shape of their body, they have trouble dealing with anything behind them, as well as turning around fast enough to deal with anyone attacking them, not helped by the fact that they can only channel magic through their horn in this form. They also have a hard time getting someone off of their back. Also, the loss of their hands means that they can only grab things with their mouth. Because the transformation form from Human for to Unicorn form takes roughly ten seconds, changing forms in battle leaves him open to attack Skills/Abilities/Traits As a Unicorn, he naturally has access to light elemental magic. However, due to his lack of training, the most he can do is create gumball sized balls of light to fire at foes. In his Unicorn form, he gets a significant boost in running speed and stamina, as well as a minor strength boost. As for healing powers, as of now he can only heal light wounds Theme Song Closer</s> <\|message\|>Jett Croswell Box 11 Penelope and Jett Jett Croswell Jett followed Ralthavar Marchosias at a distance, he wants to protect him as it his job but he doesn't want anyone else knowing this is job. As The Harmonious Firsts all sat down, it was clear they had already formed their respective groups. Jett sat near the Orcs and next to the elves, he knew one or two elves that greeted him kindly. After the headmasters speech Jett reach down, 11. Jett got up, slowly, as everyone went to find their respective partners. "Striker, got any ideas on our to find this partner of ours?" Jett spoke in his mind. Strikers voice replied, "Why not just run through past everyone, you can see quicker than a lot of people, if you see the number 11 just stop running." Jett sighed at the idea, he'd look like a fool. But the plan would work. Jett bent slowly towards the ground then shot off like a bullet. Passing through everyone, well, nearly everyone, he bumped into a few people over and over again, then suddenly Jett saw a flash and his movement stopped... A female siren was standing next to Jett now, she seemed surprised out our fast he arrived. She touched her cutlass and spoke "Sooo... My name's Penelope. And you would be?" Jett held out his hand and spoke, "The names Je-I mean Ramon Marie. Nice to meet you" Close one.</s> <\|message\|>Raule Cardias "Ah…" It made sense and as he actually took the time to focus on some of the students below, he did notice that the sheets of papers clutched in the hands of the lower years had numbers; some were written finely while others looked like messy scribbles. "Fairly good. Cleaned up a few messes in the surrounding areas, got into a fight with the griffon again. Nothing out of the ordinary." Before he could say much else though, the show seemed to be on its way as a voice filled the room once more and drowned out the students. He didn't pay much attention to the witch's words, given how they were basically said for the sake of theatrics. Instead he eyed the vast number of boxes holding the lower years and sighed in annoyance, having no doubt that responsibility was about to be foisted upon them to make sure things didn't go too far. Unsurprisingly, the Headmaster's voice rang out almost immediately after that to inform the fifth years of their duty. With a soft sigh, Raule fell back into the seat behind him and set his baggage onto his lap. A few moments rummaging through it and pulled out his holopad and fired it up. Connection proved easy enough and in a matter of seconds he had over a thousand views at his fingertips. A few random taps filled his screen with the image from inside cubes where absolutely nothing outside his expectations was happening. Some introduced themselves as more level headed individuals, others had already drawn blood, and a few directed their thoughts of the situation to the white walls uselessly. He carefully scratched his head with sharpened claws as he returned the screen to the complete view of all the boxes, on the look out for anything that would require his intervention. "Glory to the fifth years, eh?" He muttered to no one in particular as he glanced at a box that housed a petite girl with a towering orc. 'That might be messy,' was his thought before he flicked to another box.</s> <\|message\|>Rei Maven Raltahvar Marchosias & Princess Meiron Alkanez Elo-Dezemineh Box 77 Ralthavar watched the sudden appearance of the witch. Her sorcery created hundreds of glowing boxes out of no where. Soon students were getting absorbed into the light from their slips of paper. A few of Ralthavar's orcs panicked and dropped their slips of paper, but they still got absorbed. Of the few who were left Ralthavar gave them some parting words. "Don't be scared! Greet them like a true orc! Show them your honor!" Ralthavar said with a chipper laugh as he grabbed two things from his bag before he too was engulfed in light. His arrival was a bit bumpy, to say the least, but he managed to come to his sense before the other person did. A small human girl who dressed regally. Ralthavar guessed that she had his number. The orc just smiled and motioned for the girl to approach him. "Come than. Let us meet each other, face-to-face!" Ralthavar roared as he brandished his weapons, a kettle full of water and a box. Ralthavar looked again at his items and realized that he did not manage to bring his weapons. No, he had a kettle of hot water, heated by a crystal for the purpose of having a warm drink on the go. And in the box contained his tea set, complete with two cups carved from jade. Not exactly Ralthavar's weapons. Regardless he took the mishap in stride and sat down in seiza. He started to prepare some tea for this other person, even taking off his fur jacket to turn it into a crude cushion for his guest. Rei Mavan & Varren Yinyues Box 23 Rei was trying so hard to trick the human boy into her clutches, but when that witchy chick arrived Rei knew that her trick wouldn't do her any good. Though she did get a good look at miss magic and Rei made a note to figure out which class she taught. Soon people started to get teleported in flashes of light and into various boxes. If she had to guess which box they were going into depended on what their number was. Rei thought of another ploy, and deciding that she could at least curb her loses, she went up to the human boy she was trying to nab. While he was distracted talking to the person in front of him Rei copped a feel, groping his plump peach and giving his trigger a squeeze before she was taken away by a ray of light. As far as light shows went Rei had worse. She recovered from her vertigo in short order and saw her prey across the room. She didn't waste time with pleasantries and targeted him with an Illusion, one that made her invisible. And now came the fun part. Rei stayed utterly quiet, just watching the boy. She wanted to see what he'd do. What his weaknesses were. And how best to impale him on her on her mighty pillar. "Your cherry is going to be the promised Eternal Rome on my tongue!!!"</s> <\|message\|>Sylus Moriam Box #435 Sylus, Uriel and Frontal Lobe Whilst curiously glancing around at the commotion, Sylus was startled by the Headmaster calling to Professor Aldura to "Do the thing," whatever that entailed. At the professor's grand entrance and even grander speech, Sylus began to get a bad feeling. Something tells me this will be even more interesting then last year's 'Icebreaker', he thought, I'd probably better steel myself. As the trio of numerals on his paper began to raditate with magical energy, sylus attempted to clear and calm his mind, to prepare himself for whatever twisted games headmaster ler-Briar had in mind. After a flash of blinding light, he found himself in a white room, with no exit, and two other inhabitants. I don't like how she said ' now prove your worth.' Sylus thought. He reflexively reached for his bow as he tended to do when caught by surprise, but he then lowered his hand again, deciding it might be a bit better for his health, not to mention far more polite, to introduce himself first. There's a chance that the others don't want to fight if they didn't know this would happen... right? "Greetings, err... gentlemen" He said as jovially as possible, but inevitably botching it as he gawked at the eerie-looking metal monstrosity that had appeared here, taken aback by the sight of... him? It? he recognized the other being in the room, a second year he saw around last year but never really met. He must be a third year now... if so I'd really rather this not come to conflict. He shook these thoughts from his mind, attempting to look friendly and calm. "I am called Sylus. I hail from Lucius, and I infer that you two must be from earth. T'is nice to meet you." He bowed to them in greeting. From The West</s> <\|message\|>Penelope Ashford Box 11 Penelope and Ramon Penelope was confused at first. It almost seems like he forgot his name, but there's no way that's right. I mean, who forgets that? Then it struck her: he might be under an assumed name for some reason. Best to play along for now, until she could ask enough people to ferret out the truth. "Well, Ramon. Are you from Lucius, or Earth? I can't really tell just by looking at you."</s> <\|message\|>Mia Betancourt Box 69 Mia Betancourt & Mathew Holmes Mia whimpered softly, the bright flash of light had interfered with her receptors and the data was blinking rapidly as it tried to sort itself, her right hand coming up to cover her eyes the headache and throbbing reminding her of the times she tried to read reports faster then she could process them. The last thing the small girl remembered was a bright box looming down from the ceiling and what her data classified as a witch riding along with it. It was her first time seeing magic, honestly the girl found herself enthralled by the show; albeit was a bit flashy the glowing numbers transcending into small boxes, as they encased their holders in an ethereal light. Hearing a males voice Mia shoot up quickly looking around, wincing as pain shoot through her head in reply to the quick movement. She locked eyes with a rather tall white haired male instinctively scooting backwards until she hit the wall of the box. Wait, box? Looking around Mia confirmed that she was subsequently trapped in a box, the data reading matching the boxes the woman earlier had summoned. Slowly gaining a bearing on her surroundings she focused once more one the male, unable to make eye contact as she timidly look up at him from her sitting position. Designation:Unicorn.:Sex:MaleHeight:~62inWeight:1100~lbsTemperature:100degreesClassification:Lucian/Beast… Blinking several times Mia looked from the display screen back up at the male, he looked human well besides the white hair, but her data was rarely wrong, it had a small glitch that didn't allow it to process illusions even if she saw them visually. Realizing she was being rude the girl flustered farther into her corner before berating herself once more, "H-Hello…" She called out her soft voice not carrying much farther from her person, hoping she wasn't interrupting his self-conversation. "My name is…Mia…." She offered slightly making no move to emerge from her corner, as she watching the strange man..err…male.. Captor</s>	<\|message\|>Mathew Homes Box number 69 Mathew Holmes and Mia Betancourt Mathew Holmes Mathew was brought out of his musings by the voice of the girl. She sounded scared (alliteration! Woop!) 'they can't really expect me to fight someone like her without good reason. She sounds like she would take cover in a corner if I so much as looked at her wrong. I might not even have to do that much if her current state is any indication' Holding back a sigh, he addressed the girl who had introduced herself as Mia "It's a pleasure to meet you Mia" he said with a small bow. Then he made his way over to her at a steady pace and with a gentle smile on his face, to help set her at ease. Once he reached her, Mathew took her hand in his and gave the back of it a quick kiss before letting go "I am Mathew Holmes." He introduced himself, hoping to make her feel less scared. "You needn't worry; even if it was their plan, I have no intent to fight someone such as yourself. If you'll forgive my making assumptions; you seem to be the type who finds no joy in direct combat, and would in fact come of such a confrontation quite shaken up."</s>
<\|description\|>Dagny Ek Her dragon form Nicknames Dags, Dag, Daggy Gender Female Age About 100, and appears to be in her late teens Year 4th Birthday April 11 Astrological Sign Aries Species Dragon: dragons of Earth are as rare as other magical species, but far stronger. They take it upon themselves to defend other beings from hunters and humans who would exploit them. Overtime, they have "evolved" to take human shape, allowing them to blend in with society as necessary. They're strong and durable creatures, and (on earth) only another dragon's fangs or claws can penetrate their scales. However, the magic on Lucis is far more advanced, so there might be some weaknesses found there. They tend to live to be ten times as old as humans, so the early hundreds tend to be considered young. Class Fighter / Tank Weapon Claws, typically. Fire. Teeth. She herself is a weapon, basically. World Earth Biography Dagny was one of five hatched to a family of dragons in Sweden and probably the slowest to mature in every sense of the word. Granted, she was also the most willing to learn and optimistic about the world. The mystic community was small and she was essentially home schooled, however, and this was frustrating for the curious little dragon who wanted to explore all corners of the world. Time went by and she remained mostly isolated from the big, big world of humans. Eventually, her thirst for knowledge faded away into apathy and she grew shy in her questions and interest in the world. Much of her personality and spunk was revived when she finally left Sweden to explore the world. Easy enough for a beast with wings sized to rival a plane. It was during this time that she really learned about the world--both the magic and technology driven--around her. She learned that creatures like her--creatures born of magic--were such a minority on Earth and they needed to be protected. Very few could contend with modern technology, but dragons like herself remained strong competitors against the evolution of human technology. Her run-ins with humans left a lot to be desired, however, and she found herself mistrusting their greed and power lust. Then, the Black Gale appeared. An incredible moment for both worlds, for sure, but Dagny and other dragons were hesitant to have anything to do with the phenomenon. But, time went on and the Black Gate proved dangerous not only for humans, but for other mystical creatures as well. And the second world, Lucis, proved to be swelling with magic, which spawned interest for the mystic beings of earth. Already identified as a guardian of sorts for the magical community, Dagny's personal interest grew in the Black Gate and the academies dedicated to maintaining it. Needless to say, when she received the letter four years ago, she decided to take the school up on its offer. Personality Dagny's motivated and ambitious, and doesn't really do anything half-assed. Like, if you're walking, she's POWER WALKING. If you're eating dinner, she's DEVOURING DINNER. While this can make her come of as intimidating or intense, she's generally in a good, loud mood. She used to get embarrassed and quiet down, but now she's rather confrontational when she gets odd looks or whispers--though she doesn't usually mean harm. Partner To be decided Fear(s)/Weakness(es)/Limit(s) Dragons are far sighted so up close, they can't see as well. Because of her natural size and weight, Dagny is physically slower than most fighters. While it's nearly impossible to penetrate or bruise her skin, any damage to her mouth or eyes will hurt like a bitch. Magic can do harm to her, too. She's not as strong as a full fledged dragon either. Skills/Abilities/Traits Fire breathing, super strength, and super tanky. Her true form is compacted into her human body, making her ridiculously dense and massive despite her being average size for a person. This weight makes her extremely hard to knock of her feet. On that note, she can turn into a dragon (or rather she can turn into a human because her default form is a dragon) and change her features to match that of one (for example, growing her nails into dragon claws or scales over her skin). Theme Song Remember the Name by Fort Minor Other She tends to speak English, but her Swedish accent gets thicker the more emotional or passionate she is. She's also gay, preferring women to men ten times out of ten. Joseph Conrad is a little bitch, pass it on.</s> <\|message\|>Jett Croswell Jett Croswell The cold winds struck at Jett and if not for his glasses, he'd have lost both his eyes. Off in the distance was a rowdy noise, screams, laughter and yelling... Jett looked closer at the dot and soon realized that the one big dot was a swarm of little dots, almost a hundred. Jett smiled and looked down towards the griffin. Jett got down to the griffins ears and with the wind going down his throat he managed to say, ""I want to be there before that group of Orcs," Jett said while pointing in the direction of the noise. The griffin let out a grunt and almost instantly picked up speed, barely hanging on Jett laughed at the enjoyment of this flight. "Come on, I know you can faster!" Jett said, challenging the beautiful creature. Jetts glasses almost flew off and he himself struggled to even keep breathing. The noise of the Orcs quickly faded and bursting through a cloud revealed The Academy. The Academy The Academy was so white and elegant, the simplicity and the complex mixed well and created a beautiful scene and place to stay. Jett looked for a place to land but decided to ask the griffin. "Remember the Orcs we beat here, can you land me where they would be? I need to see the leader, if its not to much trouble." The griffin turned towards a landing pad and Jett jumped off before the griffin landed, "This is good enough, thank you for the ride and you need to work on you're speed, still too slow," Jett smirked at his comment. The griffin seemed to almost smile, he turned, flapped its wings and knocked Jett completely off his feet. He got up in time to see the griffin fly away. The big dot was now visible. Jett got up, wiped himself off, ignored the rude and random announcement and stood up straight, arms crossed behind his back and waited for the Orcs to arrive.</s> <\|message\|>Byeondeog The trip through the Black Gale had been an uneventful affair, a tense atmosphere surronding the ride from being aware that she was sitting atop a predator much larger than herself, no matter how pretty it may have been. The griffin they had sent was a rather aged creature, the lions fur having been edged with grey, a few scars visible to the trained eye, but his eyes showed a languid confidence that hinted at having had years of practice honing is strength. 'Ah,' Amon thought to herself as she saw the creature, ' I suppose it was a bit much to hope they'd leave me with no guards on the trip.' Despite the fact she had found it a rather comfortable trip, having already been prepared from her last trip for the transition from leaving one world for another. She spent the time during the trip merely taking in the view, having little else to do on the trip. It wasn't long into the trip before they had joined a mass of griffins, each carrying their own load, but Amon was quick to note that for each of a diffrent race that appeared, and the multitude of humans to be seen, she had yet to see another of her own. It mattered little, as she'd probably have little to talk of with those of her own race. The last and only other time she had ran into another kumiho, it had been in a dispute over hunting rights in the village, and she had left fairly battered for the meeting. She felt little need to have another "family reunion." Turning her attention back to the rest, she noted with some satisfaction that most of the others seemed to be hunkering down and holding on for dear life to the birds, the image leaving a smirk on her lips. She had little trouble balancing on the creature, her many tails more than enough to handle any problems with balance she might have. The wind, however, was a bit more bothersome. Her ears were positively plastered against her head to ward of the offending gale, and the oncoming sight of the academy was a welcome one indeed. The two of them landed with little fanfare, her escort giving a small snort as she got off directed at a rather young looking griffin fall at what seemed like a meteoric rate toward the ground, wings flaring and tail whipping as it landed, the poor student on it's back looking rather shaken from the experience. The scene was mildly amusing for a second, before a gust of wind promptly reminded her of the cold weather currently in effect, her tails reflexively wrapping themselves around her as she glared at nothing in particular, annoyed at the current weather. The brochure had said the weather was controlled, and while she had never minded the winter before, it seemed a waste to keep it so cold when it wasn't mandatory. She had to fight off the urge to immediately shift to her apparently furred Fox form. She'd simply stick it out for the moment. Amon would rather avoid attention for the moment if she could help it. Instead, she threw on the cloak over her uniform and quickly wrapped her tails around herself again, resembling to be clad in a somewhat luxurious fur scratched briefly at the choker on her neck again before catching herself, grimacing at the reminder. She gazed at the structures ahead of her, admitting that they were quiet impressive. It was certainly a far cry from the schools she had seen during her time on earth, seeming more like a small town than a school, with hundreds up on hundreds of students gathering together. Amon held her orb as she began to feel a twinge of anxiety, the dark violet, melon sized orb emitting a pulse as she considered her next step. That decision was taken care of for her as a sharp noise caused Amon to wince as the speakers came to life, with a rather interesting message played over the sound system, causing a confused expression to appear on her face. It was a rather presented in a rather unorthodox attitude, but the point had come across easily enough. She was at a loss as to where this main hall may be, but quickly concluded that following the crowd that was already on the move seemed best. She worked her way into one such group, folding her ears back to drown out the noise, trying her best to ignore all the painfully unguarded students, many of whom she could smell rich reserves of mana, the scent incessantly reminding her that it had been some days she had last fed, but she had been assured that they would be able to cater to her specific tastes, and she didn't fancy trying for a daring escape so early. After all, she was here to learn was she not.</s> <\|message\|>Penelope Ashford Penelope nodded to the griffin, which flew off towards the stables. She glanced around the grounds. Elegant buildings, immaculate grounds, and... was that a lake? Tide come in, it was! That was perfect. She would be able to feel open water on her scales. No siren should have to transform in a bathtub, after all. Walking up to the school entrance, Penelope took the measure of her fellow students. There were so many species represented, from orcs to elves, and the humans. She'd never had the pleasure of meeting a human, but she'd heard many interesting stories and rumors. None of them were true, probably, but it would certainly be something worth writing her mother about.</s>	<\|message\|>Dagny Ek Zarbaha The Academy appeared before her, and happiness swelled in Zar's heart. Her golden eyes fixated on the modern buildings covered with snow as they descended before flickering about at the incoming students. Sure enough, there were familiar faces from the years previous, but there were also an influx of first years. It was difficult to imprint the faces to her memory as everyone quickly fell from the sky, but she knew she would have the year ahead to learn more about her classmates. The speed of the descent came to a slow halt and her griffon fluttered once to drop her luggage into the snow and once again for a soft landing beside the bags. "Thank you for the ride, sweetie," Zar said, pulling a piece of beef jerky from her pocket as she stepped off the beast. He happily accepted his treat and cuddled into the young woman before taking to the skies again. On solid ground again, Zar took a moment to gather her bearings. Sure enough, her headdress needed adjusting after the breakneck flight. She fixed it so it sat straight on her head and tucked a dark curl back under the cloth. She took another few moments to straight out the rest of her clothes and wipe her eyes free of the wetness that had spawned against the cold air. Finally happy with her appearance, she adjusted the strap across her chest that kept her weapon at her back, and picked up her bags. She was already heading for the main hall when a woman's voice greeted the students and then-- And then headmaster interrupted with his own flavor of greetings. She rolled her eyes as she walked, her smile fading as she closed out the noise about her. ____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Dagny Time flew by and Dagny was more than comfortable in the air. When they were finally in school airspace, the young woman leaped off the griffon, who scolded her with a screech. Nonetheless, she hit the ground with a heavy impact, snow flying up from where she hit. "Woo!" she exclaimed, greeting the school grounds quite noisily as she stood at her full height, throwing her hands in the air. A drop from that height would break human bones at least, but she stood fine. In fact, the ground is what took damage from her drop: she stood in a small crater, lending evidence to her massive true form. The griffon landed beside her with a caw of disapproval, but Dagny only shrugged in response. "It's year four—I had to do something to spice it up," she stated matter-of-factly, her eyes flickering about at the not so fresh and fresh meat alike—mostly looking for a reaction to her fall. She did love to show off. As she looked, she gave the large griffon a scratch on the head in appreciation for its ride before it flew away. Dagny chuckled and easily gathered her bags in her arms and looked around at the other students. The griffons were about as brutish as usual to the newer students. They were getting flung off the large birds, their luggage carelessly discarded at their feet. She laughed loud appreciative at the sight--it never got old. It was just another reason to tackle the landing on her own. She stood watching students crash and burn--or gracefully descend--from their rides of the sky for a while. Then, her bird watching was interrupted by the speakers coming to life. Dagny barely listened until the familiar and crude voice of the Headmaster took over, directing the uninformed buffoons to the main hall. The woman took over again, apologizing for the asshole, and Dagny chuckled as she turned to oblige.</s>
<\|description\|>Gabriel Paxton EDITIN - MUSIC BECAUSE HELL YEAH Fake Name Uriel Nickname(s) N/A Gender Male Age 18 Year 3rd Birthday July 13th Astrological Sign Cancer / Prefers to go by the Celtic Zodiac - Horse Species Human Class Magic Bomberman - Uriel uses explosive marbles to fight for him, each of which is as destructive as a rudimentary grenade. However, each marble he uses has an elemental association. Red marbles have more fire than usual, light blue can shoot out huge water currents but have little direct attack power, yellow has electricity, and ect. Weapon Just a small bag that contains his marbles, which regenerate whenever it becomes empty. It was nicknamed 'Bag of Mayhem' because of its contents. List of marbles include - Red / Fire - Explosive Black / Tar - Oil Dark Blue / Ice Light Blue / Water Yellow / Electric White / Flash - Noise Light Green / Wind - Force Dark Green / Earth Neon Green / Acid - Poison Dark Gray / Cement - Concrete Brown / Wood Light Gray / Smoke Purple / Gravity Also, if Uriel cracks or partially breaks a marble(s) before throwing it, their effects combine in ways different to those listed, such as Earth and fire creating a very small burst of magma, and the likes. The number of marbles used will also change the effects. Such as two cracked earth marbles will create pure iron or steel shards. World Earth Biography Born shortly Lucis and earth came together, he was an orphaned child who was taken in by a magician. A lucis magician, who had turned to earth to live and work there. Gabriel worked under him, and was taken care of. Now, the man who he had been picked up by was no average magician, but instead, was a inter-world weapons smuggler under the guise of a entertainer. Raised by such a man, Gabriel was asked to take up a fake name and was to help him with his duties. He did, with much vigor, help out his foster father. He grew up quickly, and was able to learn from him with little effort or argument. This was all and good, until 'Uriel' grew up and eventually wanted to go to school. At 14, he was invited to the Academy of Arcane Artes, and had a very awkward discussion with his father. Now, although he wished to keep receiving Uriels help, he would let his son go to the school. So long as he stayed safe, and accepted his gift. It was one of their strongest smuggled weapons, the Bag of Mayhem. Personality Uriel isn't too aggressive, but he does enjoy toying around with people when he can. Now, although he enjoys a good fight he isn't up for severely injuring others. He rather, is in a fight so long as he has the spotlight and can cause some destruction. These urges, though, have recently started to dwindle a bit. In his third year, he has been finding himself calm and lacking destructive wants more often then not. Although his history might suggest otherwise, Uriel wants to have a legitimate job. He goes to the school in dreams of becoming a Gate Guardian, and a damn good one at that. Well, good despite the urges to fuck with people wanting to cross through. Partner I guess i need this assigned Fear(s)/Weakness(es)/Limit(s) Uriel only has an average human body, which he hasn't trained too well. Only as strong as your average lad, he can't climb, run, or take hits better then the your everyday joe. His marbles can't be used too close to him, or else he can also be damaged by them and suffer their effects. He gets extremely uncomfortable around races that don't look human-like. He has no resistances to any form of magic, and a good physical attack can knock him out, if he doesn't die or feint due to blood loss. Skills/Abilities/Traits He has a good throwing arm, and accuracy. That is perhaps the only thing that sets him apart from most humans. He can also use multiple marbles at once (up to three) to amplify or combine their effects. Theme Song Down the DAAAAYMAAAN Other Follows authority figures more often then not, despite what his actions may lead you to believe sometimes. ( At least the ones at school ) / Uriel = God is my light. He has sore-spot in his mind about needing tools to be a gatekeeper and to stand a chance a fight. Talking shit about how he can only fight through the bag is a quick way to make an enemy.</s> <\|message\|>Rei Maven Raltahvar Marchosias & Princess Meiron Alkanez Elo-Dezemineh Box 77 Ralthavar watched the sudden appearance of the witch. Her sorcery created hundreds of glowing boxes out of no where. Soon students were getting absorbed into the light from their slips of paper. A few of Ralthavar's orcs panicked and dropped their slips of paper, but they still got absorbed. Of the few who were left Ralthavar gave them some parting words. "Don't be scared! Greet them like a true orc! Show them your honor!" Ralthavar said with a chipper laugh as he grabbed two things from his bag before he too was engulfed in light. His arrival was a bit bumpy, to say the least, but he managed to come to his sense before the other person did. A small human girl who dressed regally. Ralthavar guessed that she had his number. The orc just smiled and motioned for the girl to approach him. "Come than. Let us meet each other, face-to-face!" Ralthavar roared as he brandished his weapons, a kettle full of water and a box. Ralthavar looked again at his items and realized that he did not manage to bring his weapons. No, he had a kettle of hot water, heated by a crystal for the purpose of having a warm drink on the go. And in the box contained his tea set, complete with two cups carved from jade. Not exactly Ralthavar's weapons. Regardless he took the mishap in stride and sat down in seiza. He started to prepare some tea for this other person, even taking off his fur jacket to turn it into a crude cushion for his guest. Rei Mavan & Varren Yinyues Box 23 Rei was trying so hard to trick the human boy into her clutches, but when that witchy chick arrived Rei knew that her trick wouldn't do her any good. Though she did get a good look at miss magic and Rei made a note to figure out which class she taught. Soon people started to get teleported in flashes of light and into various boxes. If she had to guess which box they were going into depended on what their number was. Rei thought of another ploy, and deciding that she could at least curb her loses, she went up to the human boy she was trying to nab. While he was distracted talking to the person in front of him Rei copped a feel, groping his plump peach and giving his trigger a squeeze before she was taken away by a ray of light. As far as light shows went Rei had worse. She recovered from her vertigo in short order and saw her prey across the room. She didn't waste time with pleasantries and targeted him with an Illusion, one that made her invisible. And now came the fun part. Rei stayed utterly quiet, just watching the boy. She wanted to see what he'd do. What his weaknesses were. And how best to impale him on her on her mighty pillar. "Your cherry is going to be the promised Eternal Rome on my tongue!!!"</s> <\|message\|>Sylus Moriam Box #435 Sylus, Uriel and Frontal Lobe Whilst curiously glancing around at the commotion, Sylus was startled by the Headmaster calling to Professor Aldura to "Do the thing," whatever that entailed. At the professor's grand entrance and even grander speech, Sylus began to get a bad feeling. Something tells me this will be even more interesting then last year's 'Icebreaker', he thought, I'd probably better steel myself. As the trio of numerals on his paper began to raditate with magical energy, sylus attempted to clear and calm his mind, to prepare himself for whatever twisted games headmaster ler-Briar had in mind. After a flash of blinding light, he found himself in a white room, with no exit, and two other inhabitants. I don't like how she said ' now prove your worth.' Sylus thought. He reflexively reached for his bow as he tended to do when caught by surprise, but he then lowered his hand again, deciding it might be a bit better for his health, not to mention far more polite, to introduce himself first. There's a chance that the others don't want to fight if they didn't know this would happen... right? "Greetings, err... gentlemen" He said as jovially as possible, but inevitably botching it as he gawked at the eerie-looking metal monstrosity that had appeared here, taken aback by the sight of... him? It? he recognized the other being in the room, a second year he saw around last year but never really met. He must be a third year now... if so I'd really rather this not come to conflict. He shook these thoughts from his mind, attempting to look friendly and calm. "I am called Sylus. I hail from Lucius, and I infer that you two must be from earth. T'is nice to meet you." He bowed to them in greeting. From The West</s> <\|message\|>Penelope Ashford Box 11 Penelope and Ramon Penelope was confused at first. It almost seems like he forgot his name, but there's no way that's right. I mean, who forgets that? Then it struck her: he might be under an assumed name for some reason. Best to play along for now, until she could ask enough people to ferret out the truth. "Well, Ramon. Are you from Lucius, or Earth? I can't really tell just by looking at you."</s> <\|message\|>Mia Betancourt Box 69 Mia Betancourt & Mathew Holmes Mia whimpered softly, the bright flash of light had interfered with her receptors and the data was blinking rapidly as it tried to sort itself, her right hand coming up to cover her eyes the headache and throbbing reminding her of the times she tried to read reports faster then she could process them. The last thing the small girl remembered was a bright box looming down from the ceiling and what her data classified as a witch riding along with it. It was her first time seeing magic, honestly the girl found herself enthralled by the show; albeit was a bit flashy the glowing numbers transcending into small boxes, as they encased their holders in an ethereal light. Hearing a males voice Mia shoot up quickly looking around, wincing as pain shoot through her head in reply to the quick movement. She locked eyes with a rather tall white haired male instinctively scooting backwards until she hit the wall of the box. Wait, box? Looking around Mia confirmed that she was subsequently trapped in a box, the data reading matching the boxes the woman earlier had summoned. Slowly gaining a bearing on her surroundings she focused once more one the male, unable to make eye contact as she timidly look up at him from her sitting position. Designation:Unicorn.:Sex:MaleHeight:~62inWeight:1100~lbsTemperature:100degreesClassification:Lucian/Beast… Blinking several times Mia looked from the display screen back up at the male, he looked human well besides the white hair, but her data was rarely wrong, it had a small glitch that didn't allow it to process illusions even if she saw them visually. Realizing she was being rude the girl flustered farther into her corner before berating herself once more, "H-Hello…" She called out her soft voice not carrying much farther from her person, hoping she wasn't interrupting his self-conversation. "My name is…Mia…." She offered slightly making no move to emerge from her corner, as she watching the strange man..err…male.. Captor</s> <\|message\|>Mathew Homes Box number 69 Mathew Holmes and Mia Betancourt Mathew Holmes Mathew was brought out of his musings by the voice of the girl. She sounded scared (alliteration! Woop!) 'they can't really expect me to fight someone like her without good reason. She sounds like she would take cover in a corner if I so much as looked at her wrong. I might not even have to do that much if her current state is any indication' Holding back a sigh, he addressed the girl who had introduced herself as Mia "It's a pleasure to meet you Mia" he said with a small bow. Then he made his way over to her at a steady pace and with a gentle smile on his face, to help set her at ease. Once he reached her, Mathew took her hand in his and gave the back of it a quick kiss before letting go "I am Mathew Holmes." He introduced himself, hoping to make her feel less scared. "You needn't worry; even if it was their plan, I have no intent to fight someone such as yourself. If you'll forgive my making assumptions; you seem to be the type who finds no joy in direct combat, and would in fact come of such a confrontation quite shaken up."</s>	<\|message\|>Gabriel Paxton Box #435 Sylus, Uriel and Frontal Lobe The change in scenery completely caught Uriel off-guard. He had tried to stop thinking of the past and instead wait patiently, but before he could even get that through his head, he had been transported to a stage-like cage. The room he was in reminded him of his father's guess at the passage to the afterlife. He also said that being stuck in that stage, and never making it to the end is what purgatory was. So, we've been put in purgatory until further notice? Uriel had already coined a term for the room before even trying to figure out who else was in it, and what to do. He remembered what the Headmaster said, but that didn't leave him with much to think ok. There wasn't even a vague riddle at the end that contained some form of prize. Uriel then gave notice to the two other people in the room. Well, only one of them looked like a person, and a distorted one at that. The other? The other looked to be some kind of robot. Now, Uriel dealt with robots better then monsters, but he was still quite unnerved by them sometimes, even if they also had the shackles of morality place on them. Uriel would have been the type of person to believe computers would one day destroy humanity, had lucis never come into play. But this didn't seem to matter much, because the robot wasn't very responsive at the moment. "Don't put that bow away just yet, friend. I don't think we were summoned here just to make chit-chat." Although the ends of his conscious told him to play nice, the rest of his brain didn't think they would be allowed to do that. The person who put them upt to this was the combat instructor after all. Uriel's hand was already rummaging through the small bag on his side, prepared to draw marbles if need be. Uriel distrusted the idea that playing pacifist would work, but decided to go along with it temporarily. He didn't want to be the one to spark the fire. "The name is Uriel, Sylus. I guess its nice to meet'cha as well."</s>
<\|description\|>Sylus Moriam Nickname(s): Sy Gender: Male Age: 16 human years, 200 elven years Year: 2 Birthday: September 2nd Astrological Sign: Virgo Species: Elf Class: Ranger Weapon: A bow and enchanted arrows that serve a myriad of purposes. These are as follows: fire (erupts in flames on contact with something) lightning (Pulsing electricity, shocks living targets and is obviously also useful for damaging Earth technology) leech (drains magical energy from target at a steady rate, causing target to weaken and makes it much harder to cast spells. Only works if it pierces skin, can only by stopped by being physically removed, i.e pulled out) paralysis (target is paralyzed around arrow site until arrow is removed, as muscles around the area become useless as long as it's there. If shot in the leg, target will not be able to walk as well, if shot in arm target cannot swing weapons using that arm. again needs to pierce skin) World: Lucis Short Biography: Sylus grew up quietly in a small elven settlement deep in the forests of Lucis. When the Black Gale appeared, Sylus's father, a well-known and accomplished adventurer, became a gatekeeper, only to vanish about 3 years ago. Sylus believes that becoming a gatekeeper himself would be the only way to find out what happened to him, so it was a no-brainer for him to accept entrance into the academy. His mother warned against him going, as she didn't want to lose her son as well, but Sylus sees no other acceptable future for himself. Personality: Sylus is rather shy around unfamiliar people, especially in large crowds. He slowly becomes more comfortable around people as he gets to know them, and once he has made a few friends he is quite friendly, optimistic and outgoing around them.He has a serious attitude when it comes to his studies, as he wants nothing more then to follow in his father's footsteps, and hopefully find him. He is also very fond of nature and spends as much time among plants and animals as he can, preferring to study, eat lunch and such around school grounds rather than indoors. Partner: (TBA) Fear(s)/Weakness(es)/Limit(s): Sylus frequently has night terrors, and as such he sometimes avoids sleeping and has a habit of sneaking out of his dorm at night. He will often go out of his way to help people he cares about, often times endangering or exhausting himself in the process. Using his healing magic drains his mental strength and can be quite detrimental to his health. As archery is his only combat skill, if caught in close-quarters combat he will be at a disadvantage. Skills/Abilities/Traits: Moderately skilled Archer. Knows basic enchantment which he uses to create magical arrows for different purposes, also dabbles in alchemy and can create various poisons to coat arrows with. He is studying druidic magic, which is magic derived from life and nature, and used for the benefit of it. he can communicate with animals fluently as if they could speak, and has a natural gift for befriending them. He can sense energies within living beings if he concentrates, such as magic energy, and life force. This allows him to sense beings that would otherwise be hidden to him, and tell how much life force a being has (how close to death they are essentially). He has learned how to channel his life force into other beings in order to heal their wounds or cure their ailments, however doing so is, for obvious reasons, extremely physically demanding. The energy required to heal another is proportionate to the severity of the wound or ailment. The more energy he uses to heal others, the more he risks passing out, becoming ill or worse. Other: He has formed a strong bond with a bird he named Feena, who lives in a tree on Academy grounds and that he visits every day. He can play the lute, and enjoys doing so as a hobby.</s> <\|message\|>Sylus Moriam "Ha, you're telling me. Archery is a far more effective method of combat when there's any sort of cover or higher ground present." Sylus also turned to cautiously gaze at FL. "I'm not sure about him, or if he can even communicate... though I highly doubt he'd be here if he couldn't. I'm suspicious that he might be waiting until we both turn our attention entirely away from him, so we should avoid doing such a thing for now. Now then, let us see if we can't find some other way out of here then resorting to violence, if you please." Sylus put the arrow back in his quiver and let go of the bowstring, still gripping the bow with one hand in case Uriel had other ideas.</s> <\|message\|>Christopher Jay Graham The trip was uneventful, though exhilarating as always. That's griffin flying, for you. Chris said his goodbyes to the griffin after the landing, and promised to come visit it soon. This was the griffin that had taken him to the academy in his very first year, and every year afterwards. He became friends with it quickly after a few visits to the school's griffin nest in his first year, and started taking it out for flights. They're cool, extremely intelligent, majestic-ass beasts. Who wouldn't want one? Chris strolled across the courtyard, and into the main hall casually. He was a little late, sure, but- Oh. The speech was over. Shit. He didn't think he wasted that much time getting there. It seemed only the fifth years seated conveniently close to the back of the hall where he was, were left. Walking along the back row, he noticed that they were monitoring groups of what appeared to be students in white boxlike rooms. Some fighting, some talking, some sitting quietly... Interesting, but nothing really surprised him from the school anymore. Taking the closest convenient seat, he looked behind him to see Zarbaha and Raule. He retrieved his own holopad from his duffel before tossing the bag lightly onto the floor, and leaning his rifle up against his seat. "Zar, Raule. Hey." he said, while powering the device up. "I take it I missed Ier-Briar's spiel. What's happening?"</s>	<\|message\|>Sylus Moriam Collab w/ Tyrant from the West Box #435 Sylus, Uriel and Frontal Lobe Sylus had un-notched his arrow, and in response Uriel followed suit. Or at least, as close to suit as he could. He returned his marbles to the little baggie, but kept his hand near it incase he needed to panic draw. However, it looked like he might not need to do anything of the sort, Sylus looked to be the type who would warn before starting a fight. Hell, he had even said he didn't want to fight. "You've got a point there, Sylus, and you've got it. I would rather not fight as well. I've been shot with an arrow before, those things hurt like nothing else. " He also took note of the comment about Mr.Roboto over to the side. Uriel would be sure not to become too comfortable until he was absolutely sure the robot was safe to be around. "Hmm, this is a bit tricky" Sylus said, thinking aloud. "Even though we're probably expected to fight, and many of the other students are probably doing just that right now, I highly doubt that's the only allowed solution. Some of the exams and such in this school are based on finding creative solutions after all." He pondered for a moment, looking around thoroughly for any sign of, well, anything but pure white. But of course, it couldn't be that easy."Perhaps if we dawdle for long enough they'll just teleport us out, but I have very strong doubts about that. Hmmm" Sylus continued to ponder for a while, glancing anxiously at FL every now and again. Uriel listened to Sylus, and agreed with about everything he had said. Maybe waiting around would be sufficient? As these thoughts flew through Uriel's head, he took his eyes off of FL and turned to Sylus to respond. However before any words came out of his mouth, FL fell to the floor, and the resulting sound was not all that pretty. Uriel turned to the robot and spoke to Sylus at the same time. "I don't think we need to worry about that 'guy' anymore. He doesn't seem to be functioning properly, maybe someone will fix him up later. " He had put extra emphasis on the 'guy' part, to show he wasn't entirely sure thats what it was. Probably not the best way to show doubt, but it didn't matter. " So, are you some kind of...elf?" Sylus' ears stuck out to Uriel, however not all knife-ears were elves. Uriel didn't talk to any lucis-born people through the break, and had lost his touch when it came to talking to them. He had never tried to learn about much of their culture, and only knew what people had told him during school about those born there. "That is indeed what my people are mainly reffered to as, yes. I understand your confusion, from what I have heard there are much fewer types of sapient species on earth. But yes, I'm not sure what happened to... whatever that creature is. I have seen other syntetic beings before, a good number of them come here for some reason... robots, I think they're called? There certainly isn't anything like them on lucius. The closest thing would probably be undead and other deceased beings or aninimate objects brought to life by magical or alchemical experimentation. Either way, I'm quite curious about your method of combat. I think I saw you pull out a few small, brightly-colored orbs from that pouch of yours, and I sense magic from them." "Yeah, before you guys came along we thought we were the only type of truly-sentient life out there. Robots? Yep that is what they are called, man-made machines, often more dangerous then the average man himself." Uriel then grabbed two random marbles out of his bag and gave them a look, a yellow and dark blue. Safe enough for demonstration in this room. "These things are my weapon of choice. Marbles, with explosive powers within them. Have you heard of a grenade before? Basically, these are that, but weaker. They also, depending on the enchantment, will explode with a different kind of effect!" Uriel hit the two marbles together in his palm and cracked them, so the effects would combine, and then threw the marbles towards the most empty spot in the room, which would be the corner away from the two and a half of them. When they hit the ground, ice-chunks flew out. The corner and the two nearby walls caught the majority of the chunks. The ice chunks, in adition to being ice itself, were also giving off very strong electric pulses. Strong enough to give the average man a harmful shock, give their hearts a rude-awakening. " What do you got? " "Hmm, very intruiging. Similarly, I have a few types of enchantments on my arrows. Not as many types as your marbles at the moment, I enchant them all myself and am not all that skilled at the moment. I'm a second year and I think I saw you sitting farther back, that would explain our difference in that particular skill. Anyway, the types of arrows I currently have consist of two element types, fire and lightning as well as 2 others. The lightning ones simply electrocute whatever they hit. They do so for quite a while, a few minutes unless the arrow is removed. They could kill the average sapient being given enough time, so I tend to use those in only the most dire situations. Being burned is indeed also very bad, but the thing with the fire arrows is the tip breaks and erupts in flames, engulfing it's target, not lasting as long as the electric ones. The other 2 types consist of what I have dubbed 'leech arrows', and another I have dubbed 'paralysis arrows.' The leech ones drain magical energy from the target at an alarming rate, which both interferes with spellcasting and such, and can quickly fatigue or weaken spellcasters, or any lucis inhabitant with lots of magic in their blood. Although I don't rely on innate magic most of the time, I, and most elves honestly, would suffer greatly if hit with one of them. Finally, the paralysis type interferes with a person's nervous system at the entry site, locking up the muscles. I had knocked one of those earlier and if I was able to hit your arm I would have rendered it useless. As for my other skills, I can use a form of healing magic by physically touching someone and channeling my energy into them. This is a surefire way to exhaust myself, however. Also, although it's not the most useful ability in the world, I can communicate with animals through my mind. It's difficult to explain, but suffice to say I could easily calm a wild animal attempting to devour me, or convince one to help me out with something. that's pretty much my repertoire, as it were." "Well...shit." Sylus sounded somewhat like a one-man swat team, all he needed was the gun and armor. Paralyzing arrows? Yep, if he had been hit in the arm, the pain and the complete loss of mobility would have cost him the fight. Switching arms in combat was something that Uriel never really had to done, simply because his arms were generally never hit by anything like that. He also had a very wide range of skills as well. More so then Uriel, that was for certain. However, Uriel believed that with a proper smoke-screan placement, as well as having nice terrain, he could do it. Certainly not easily, but if he played his hands right, things might work out. As those thoughts flew through his head, he tried to clear them out. They certainly weren't good things to be thinking in this situation, especially this situation. "Heh, We sound like a couple of video game characters don't we?" Did Sylus even know what a video-game was? Whatever. If he didn't, Uriel wouldn't mind taking the time to explain. 'Video game? Some form of entertainment on earth perhaps?" Sylus asked curiously. "Yeah. Ok, you know what a Television set is right? And you've played games of pretend back on lusis right, when you were a kid?" This was already harder then Uriel had thought it would be. 'Don't worry, you needn't explain if it's that difficult. There are many things in Lucis I would have a very difficult time explaining to an earthling, that is the nature of our worlds I suppose. I can infer that it is some form of interactive game using a television set though, I have heard of those before. Interesting." He then seemed to ponder for a moment, then sigh. "It does seem like we'll be here for a while, not so sure how to get out of this place." He continued looking around for anything at all, waiting for this ruse to be over with if that was even something that would just happpen somehow.</s>
<\|description\|>Penelope Ashford Still room? Penelope [-] When she's in her aquatic form, her legs fuse to form a green, scaly tail with a delicate fin. The scales are far closer to a snake's than a fish's. Alias: N/A Nickname: Penny, Aquagirl Gender: Female Age: 16 Year: First Birthday: February 16 Sign: Pisces Species: Sirens are the darker side of merfolk, not necessarily evil or malicious, but far more likely to bear those traits. They can breathe both water or air, and their lower fins transform into legs when out of water. Their most prominent and disturbing physical feature is their teeth, which do not change between forms. They are long and needle-like, evolved for spearing fish. Class: Seamaster The seamaster is at home aboard a ship, with the wind at their back and salt spray in their face. A true maritime expert, the seamaster is proficient in sailing, water magic, and close-quarters combat. Weapon: A steel cutlass named Seacutter, enchanted to be as easy to swing in water as in air. Lucis Biography: Penelope is the daughter of a merfolk Duchess, and as such, grew up in a life of luxury with servants to wait on her hand and fin. However, her mother ticked off the King with so many sleights, he revoked her titles and land. The family is still living comfortably, but it's a step down from where they were. Penelope sees her time at the academy as a chance to start climbing the social ladder and regain her family's status. Partner: Willing to partner with anyone Personality: The first thing people notice about Penelope is that she snarks with the best of them. Her natural instinct is to treat both bad news and outright danger with sarcasm. If one can get through her tough exterior, which isn't easy, she start feeling more comfortable around them. Strange abilities and traits: Sirens have an innate affinity for water magic. Powerful sirens have been known to dispel storms at sea and lift entire lakes from their beds, even turning their entire bodies into living water, but right now, Penelope's powers are barely enough to fill a small bathtub Hypnotic Song: All Sirens have a song that can hypnotize weak-willed members of the opposite sex. However, it will not work on mechanical lifeforms. Fears/weaknesses: Penelope often sets high expectations for herself, and berates herself if she fails to meet them. She also will not work well with individuals who aren't similarly driven. She's also afraid of being stuck underground. Other: Has an excellent head for mathematics</s> <\|message\|>Sylus Moriam Sylus Moriam Rays of sunlight, in hues of gold, orange and red, began to peek through the treetops, bidding the humble abodes that lay nestled in the branches just below a good morning. Sylus stood up from a sitting position at the realization that it was dawn, brushing his long white hair behind his shoulders, fastening his bow and quiver to his back, and checking inside his pack once more to ensure all he needed was there. Once satisfied, he slung it over his shoulder and took out his smoking pipe, loaded it with tobacco and lit it. The white tiger that lay curled at his feet stirred, lifting her head up towards Sylus, looking him in the eyes with piercing deep blue ones of her own. Her voice, a gentle feminine tone that echoed in Sylus' mind, chided him, saying "Your father would hate to see that you took up such a habit, Master." Sylus glared down at her, not in the mood to be scolded by such a layabout. "I am aware of that, Nalia, but t'is the only thing that can calm my nerves at times like this." "Relax, Master.", Nalia replied, "Treat this day like all others before it, and you will do fine." "That is easy for you to say. All you need to worry about is your next meal and finding a warm patch of sun to bask in." Sylus looked away from her, having nothing more to say. Nalia knew he was awful with goodbyes, and he'd already said his parting words the previous evening, to her and to everyone else. Just hours ago, he had left the the gathering at the Chieftain's hall that took place every time any resident of Caeldiron's Rest left the village for any reason, no matter how long they would be gone, be it weeks, months, years, decades or centuries. He had nothing more to say, to anyone within earshot at least. he put out his pipe, put it back in his tobacco pouch and spoke into the morning air. "This will be my second year at the academy. I will reach greater heights of my abilities, and I will take every step necessary to surpass you, Father. I promise you, I will be a gatekeeper just like you, and I will return here one day. I will keep my promise to mother, even if you could not do the same." He said something very similar to himself one year earlier, on a morning very much like this one. The academy was worlds away from here, both literally and figuratively. Last year was an equally overwhelming and refreshing experience, and he knew this year would be no different. Within the hour, a griffon would land right before him, to take him within the black gale, to the Academy. He wondered if it would be the same Griffon as last year. He hoped not, as he was not the greatest conversationalist among beasts, repeating "Just hold on and be silent" to all of Sylus' inquiries. although, thinking back on it, perhaps he simply was not used to being spoken to by a student, as the beast-tongue was not a common gift, even among Sylus' people. At last, after a seeming eternity had passed, he began to hear the beating of wings and gallant screeching of a Griffon. "I have arrived, student" echoed within his Sylus's mind, the screech given meaning by his Druidic bloodline. The beast landed before him. Sylus mounted the beast promptly, opting not to make conversation this time, as this griffon exuded the same no-nonsense attitude the last one did. "The second year… I almost cannot conceive of it" Sylus found himself muttering as the great beast flapped its wings and gained momentum, emerging from the treeline and careening towards the great rift in the sky once more. Thoughts of what the coming months may hold weighed heavily on Sylus' mind, so much so that the scenery seemed to shift and change even quicker than the year before. Eventually, he was stirred from his daydreaming by the Griffon's change to a downward momentum, the Academy gates looming below.</s> <\|message\|>Majolika Maevis Marione Macholle The village in the Dark Forest, really little more than a cluster of old log cabins clustered around a central fire pit, was far more active than usual this morning. While most of the inhabitants would normally be indoors preparing for the morning meal or, more likely, a long day of hard work. However this morning, just about everyone was outside, clustered around the center of the village, talking eagerly among each other. The cause of their excitement was a regal figure, perched in the very middle of the murmuring crowd. The large Griffon sat with it's head held high in pride as it waited from it's charge to arrive, glancing occasionally at it's audience, though most of it's attention was focused on a single log cabin, otherwise indistinguishable from the others. In the darkened interior of the cabin, lit by a few sputtering candles, a girl in a black, wide-brimmed hat looked over the row of wood carving tools that were laid along the top of a large workbench. The candlelight reflected off of Ma's thick round glasses as she counted the tool once again, making sure that she'd collected everything she'd need. She rolled up the tools in a leather wrap and stored them in one of the many compartments of her pack, which sat next to the door. Ma looked at the her pack and glanced around the room once again, wondering if she'd forgotten anything only to be interrupted by the sound on an impatient sigh. "Bloody hell, girl! You've got everything." Came a masculine, and very annoyed sounding voice. The source of the voice was mystery as Ma appeared to be alone in the room. "Let's go, before I die of old age." Ma glanced up at her hat and responded. "You're younger than me, remember. I'll die of old age long before you do. Ouch!" She flinched as something, or someone, dug their claws into her scalp. "Okay, okay! I'll go, just sthtop!" She grabbed up her pack, and struggled through the door and into the morning light. Ma squeezed out through the door, being held back for a moment by the considerable size of the pack she was wearing, mostly due to the fact that most of the pack's space was devoted the young tree that she was carrying in it, the leafy treetop was poking out the top of the pack and hung over her head like a green umbrella. Ma gasped in wonder as she looked at the majestic Griffon that waited in front of her house, barely aware of the other Witches in her village wishing her farewell. "Woah I kinda withsh sthomething like that waths my Familiar... Ouch! Sthorry." The little Witch spoke with a noticeable lisp. Ma hurried forwards and climbed onto the Griffon back, barely settling into a comfortable position before the great beast took off, ascending to incredible heights in a moment and banking towards the Black Gale. Ma could've whooped in excitement if she weren't afraid of swallowing a bug. Strangely, despite the wind her hat remained securely planted on her head. She watched, her wide eyes hidden behind her heavy glasses, as they approached at rift in the sky at incredible speed and, before she had the chance to brace herself, they had blasted through it. The act of passing from one world to another was a strange feeling, like a tingling sensation that ran up and down Ma's arms, and then the moment passed and Ma was looking down on the Black Gale itself, the bridge between worlds. She wanted to see it all, and looked around hungrily, but the cluster of buildings in the distance held her attention. The Academy. "We're almost there, Sthid!" She said excitedly. "Oh joy..." Came the sarcastic reply.</s>	<\|message\|>Penelope Ashford Penelope had decided to meet the griffin up on the landing area above her hometown. She could see the buildings below, carved from the seabed, and picked out her family's former mansion. Someday, I'll be back. This is just the first step. She climbed onto the griffin's back, unable to keep herself from yelling, "Giddyup!" The griffin glared at her, but took off anyway. As they approached the Black Gale, Penelope braced herself, not quite sure what passing through would feel like. A quick stab of cold, and then they were through, looking down on the Academy. The griffin pulled into a deep dive, and she whooped with delight. As they landed, Penelope took a look around at her new home. I think I'm going to like it here.</s>
<\|description\|>Penelope Ashford Still room? Penelope [-] When she's in her aquatic form, her legs fuse to form a green, scaly tail with a delicate fin. The scales are far closer to a snake's than a fish's. Alias: N/A Nickname: Penny, Aquagirl Gender: Female Age: 16 Year: First Birthday: February 16 Sign: Pisces Species: Sirens are the darker side of merfolk, not necessarily evil or malicious, but far more likely to bear those traits. They can breathe both water or air, and their lower fins transform into legs when out of water. Their most prominent and disturbing physical feature is their teeth, which do not change between forms. They are long and needle-like, evolved for spearing fish. Class: Seamaster The seamaster is at home aboard a ship, with the wind at their back and salt spray in their face. A true maritime expert, the seamaster is proficient in sailing, water magic, and close-quarters combat. Weapon: A steel cutlass named Seacutter, enchanted to be as easy to swing in water as in air. Lucis Biography: Penelope is the daughter of a merfolk Duchess, and as such, grew up in a life of luxury with servants to wait on her hand and fin. However, her mother ticked off the King with so many sleights, he revoked her titles and land. The family is still living comfortably, but it's a step down from where they were. Penelope sees her time at the academy as a chance to start climbing the social ladder and regain her family's status. Partner: Willing to partner with anyone Personality: The first thing people notice about Penelope is that she snarks with the best of them. Her natural instinct is to treat both bad news and outright danger with sarcasm. If one can get through her tough exterior, which isn't easy, she start feeling more comfortable around them. Strange abilities and traits: Sirens have an innate affinity for water magic. Powerful sirens have been known to dispel storms at sea and lift entire lakes from their beds, even turning their entire bodies into living water, but right now, Penelope's powers are barely enough to fill a small bathtub Hypnotic Song: All Sirens have a song that can hypnotize weak-willed members of the opposite sex. However, it will not work on mechanical lifeforms. Fears/weaknesses: Penelope often sets high expectations for herself, and berates herself if she fails to meet them. She also will not work well with individuals who aren't similarly driven. She's also afraid of being stuck underground. Other: Has an excellent head for mathematics</s> <\|message\|>Sylus Moriam Sylus squinted and covered his eyes as they adjusted to the blindingly stark-white landscape before him, his body shivering in response to the sudden extreme drop in temperature. "I cannot wait until the weather changes... This cold is nearly unbearable," he found himself saying as he took in the familiar, but still surreal, alien architecture that stretched out below him. he looked beside, in front of, and behind himself, watching as more and more griffons parted ways from the group he was clustered in, narrowing down to the students that were to be his peers. Most of the students he could immediately make out details of were clinging to their transportation for dear life, or generally seemed to be in some state of shock or awe. He inferred from this that there must be quite a few first years in the mix, more than the following year even. After some time of passing academy after academy he recognized the much more familiar silhouette of The Academy of the Arcane Artes in the distance, and began bracing for his descent and landing. Sylus's transportation hovered in place for a bit before beginning gradual descent to the landing area. Once on the ground, he dismounted the griffon and collected his things from its claws, nodding in appreiciation towards the beast before it flew off again. He idled for a moment, glancing at the other students landing nearby, picking out any familiar faces and studying a few of the unfamilliar ones. As the speaker system crackled to life, Sylus was stirred from his curiosity by the realization that he needed to get inside to the main hall promptly, both because of the imminent first-day ceremony and the fact that he was utterly freezing. He briskly joined the throngs of students heading into the main building, to begin what would inevitably be an eventful school year, for better or for worse.</s> <\|message\|>Jett Croswell Jett Croswell The cold winds struck at Jett and if not for his glasses, he'd have lost both his eyes. Off in the distance was a rowdy noise, screams, laughter and yelling... Jett looked closer at the dot and soon realized that the one big dot was a swarm of little dots, almost a hundred. Jett smiled and looked down towards the griffin. Jett got down to the griffins ears and with the wind going down his throat he managed to say, ""I want to be there before that group of Orcs," Jett said while pointing in the direction of the noise. The griffin let out a grunt and almost instantly picked up speed, barely hanging on Jett laughed at the enjoyment of this flight. "Come on, I know you can faster!" Jett said, challenging the beautiful creature. Jetts glasses almost flew off and he himself struggled to even keep breathing. The noise of the Orcs quickly faded and bursting through a cloud revealed The Academy. The Academy The Academy was so white and elegant, the simplicity and the complex mixed well and created a beautiful scene and place to stay. Jett looked for a place to land but decided to ask the griffin. "Remember the Orcs we beat here, can you land me where they would be? I need to see the leader, if its not to much trouble." The griffin turned towards a landing pad and Jett jumped off before the griffin landed, "This is good enough, thank you for the ride and you need to work on you're speed, still too slow," Jett smirked at his comment. The griffin seemed to almost smile, he turned, flapped its wings and knocked Jett completely off his feet. He got up in time to see the griffin fly away. The big dot was now visible. Jett got up, wiped himself off, ignored the rude and random announcement and stood up straight, arms crossed behind his back and waited for the Orcs to arrive.</s> <\|message\|>Byeondeog The trip through the Black Gale had been an uneventful affair, a tense atmosphere surronding the ride from being aware that she was sitting atop a predator much larger than herself, no matter how pretty it may have been. The griffin they had sent was a rather aged creature, the lions fur having been edged with grey, a few scars visible to the trained eye, but his eyes showed a languid confidence that hinted at having had years of practice honing is strength. 'Ah,' Amon thought to herself as she saw the creature, ' I suppose it was a bit much to hope they'd leave me with no guards on the trip.' Despite the fact she had found it a rather comfortable trip, having already been prepared from her last trip for the transition from leaving one world for another. She spent the time during the trip merely taking in the view, having little else to do on the trip. It wasn't long into the trip before they had joined a mass of griffins, each carrying their own load, but Amon was quick to note that for each of a diffrent race that appeared, and the multitude of humans to be seen, she had yet to see another of her own. It mattered little, as she'd probably have little to talk of with those of her own race. The last and only other time she had ran into another kumiho, it had been in a dispute over hunting rights in the village, and she had left fairly battered for the meeting. She felt little need to have another "family reunion." Turning her attention back to the rest, she noted with some satisfaction that most of the others seemed to be hunkering down and holding on for dear life to the birds, the image leaving a smirk on her lips. She had little trouble balancing on the creature, her many tails more than enough to handle any problems with balance she might have. The wind, however, was a bit more bothersome. Her ears were positively plastered against her head to ward of the offending gale, and the oncoming sight of the academy was a welcome one indeed. The two of them landed with little fanfare, her escort giving a small snort as she got off directed at a rather young looking griffin fall at what seemed like a meteoric rate toward the ground, wings flaring and tail whipping as it landed, the poor student on it's back looking rather shaken from the experience. The scene was mildly amusing for a second, before a gust of wind promptly reminded her of the cold weather currently in effect, her tails reflexively wrapping themselves around her as she glared at nothing in particular, annoyed at the current weather. The brochure had said the weather was controlled, and while she had never minded the winter before, it seemed a waste to keep it so cold when it wasn't mandatory. She had to fight off the urge to immediately shift to her apparently furred Fox form. She'd simply stick it out for the moment. Amon would rather avoid attention for the moment if she could help it. Instead, she threw on the cloak over her uniform and quickly wrapped her tails around herself again, resembling to be clad in a somewhat luxurious fur scratched briefly at the choker on her neck again before catching herself, grimacing at the reminder. She gazed at the structures ahead of her, admitting that they were quiet impressive. It was certainly a far cry from the schools she had seen during her time on earth, seeming more like a small town than a school, with hundreds up on hundreds of students gathering together. Amon held her orb as she began to feel a twinge of anxiety, the dark violet, melon sized orb emitting a pulse as she considered her next step. That decision was taken care of for her as a sharp noise caused Amon to wince as the speakers came to life, with a rather interesting message played over the sound system, causing a confused expression to appear on her face. It was a rather presented in a rather unorthodox attitude, but the point had come across easily enough. She was at a loss as to where this main hall may be, but quickly concluded that following the crowd that was already on the move seemed best. She worked her way into one such group, folding her ears back to drown out the noise, trying her best to ignore all the painfully unguarded students, many of whom she could smell rich reserves of mana, the scent incessantly reminding her that it had been some days she had last fed, but she had been assured that they would be able to cater to her specific tastes, and she didn't fancy trying for a daring escape so early. After all, she was here to learn was she not.</s>	<\|message\|>Penelope Ashford Penelope nodded to the griffin, which flew off towards the stables. She glanced around the grounds. Elegant buildings, immaculate grounds, and... was that a lake? Tide come in, it was! That was perfect. She would be able to feel open water on her scales. No siren should have to transform in a bathtub, after all. Walking up to the school entrance, Penelope took the measure of her fellow students. There were so many species represented, from orcs to elves, and the humans. She'd never had the pleasure of meeting a human, but she'd heard many interesting stories and rumors. None of them were true, probably, but it would certainly be something worth writing her mother about.</s>
<\|description\|>Penelope Ashford Still room? Penelope [-] When she's in her aquatic form, her legs fuse to form a green, scaly tail with a delicate fin. The scales are far closer to a snake's than a fish's. Alias: N/A Nickname: Penny, Aquagirl Gender: Female Age: 16 Year: First Birthday: February 16 Sign: Pisces Species: Sirens are the darker side of merfolk, not necessarily evil or malicious, but far more likely to bear those traits. They can breathe both water or air, and their lower fins transform into legs when out of water. Their most prominent and disturbing physical feature is their teeth, which do not change between forms. They are long and needle-like, evolved for spearing fish. Class: Seamaster The seamaster is at home aboard a ship, with the wind at their back and salt spray in their face. A true maritime expert, the seamaster is proficient in sailing, water magic, and close-quarters combat. Weapon: A steel cutlass named Seacutter, enchanted to be as easy to swing in water as in air. Lucis Biography: Penelope is the daughter of a merfolk Duchess, and as such, grew up in a life of luxury with servants to wait on her hand and fin. However, her mother ticked off the King with so many sleights, he revoked her titles and land. The family is still living comfortably, but it's a step down from where they were. Penelope sees her time at the academy as a chance to start climbing the social ladder and regain her family's status. Partner: Willing to partner with anyone Personality: The first thing people notice about Penelope is that she snarks with the best of them. Her natural instinct is to treat both bad news and outright danger with sarcasm. If one can get through her tough exterior, which isn't easy, she start feeling more comfortable around them. Strange abilities and traits: Sirens have an innate affinity for water magic. Powerful sirens have been known to dispel storms at sea and lift entire lakes from their beds, even turning their entire bodies into living water, but right now, Penelope's powers are barely enough to fill a small bathtub Hypnotic Song: All Sirens have a song that can hypnotize weak-willed members of the opposite sex. However, it will not work on mechanical lifeforms. Fears/weaknesses: Penelope often sets high expectations for herself, and berates herself if she fails to meet them. She also will not work well with individuals who aren't similarly driven. She's also afraid of being stuck underground. Other: Has an excellent head for mathematics</s> <\|message\|>Experiment 736 736 The flight to on the griffin had been fairly uneventful. In fact, the griffin seemed to not even acknowledge 736, briskly leaving at its first opportunity. It came as somewhat of a shock that no one reacted to 736's arrival. His appearance usually elicited some form of disgust or fear, but not so here. 736 was careful to note that, in fact, this place seemed to be much more cosmopolitan than the backwoods village he had once orbited. Truth be told, he was far from the strangest thing there. The message on the loudspeaker relayed the information to the student body, though it took its damn time about it. In addition, 736 was slightly taken aback. "What a paragon of consummate professionalism" he muttered in a deep, raspy voice. Only upon entering the designated facility was 736 struck by precisely the verisimilitude of the student body, seeming to pull the oddest outliers from every corner of both worlds. As 736 saw it, they were a perfect cross-section of extremes, ready to be observed and tested. 736 probably would have even smirked slightly, seeing the opportunities he had been granted to learn about the human condition, if his facial nerves hadn't been so sloppily assembled. On the subject of bizarre people, the figure that loomed over the crowd was no exception. Something about the child irritated 736, yet he couldn't help but find him intriguing. 736 made a mental note to inquire further. At Ier-Briar Thorn's request, 736 reached below his seat. There, he found a slip of paper (and around 80 dead spiders). The paper was slightly crumpled, as if it had been used for something else, a theory further supported by what appeared to be a crude drawing of 1/3 of a rabbit on the corner of the paper. Still, the largest detail was, naturally, the number 09, written hastily in pencil.</s> <\|message\|>Dagny Ek Zarbaha Zar strode into the main hall and quickly found a seat. She was silent as she observed other students on their way in. Some had been attending the Academy for a while now and they were relatively unimpressed with the ceremony to come. Others were clearly first years, probably wandering into the main hall by mistake with wide eyes. She kept to herself, however, and her attention promptly to the front at the crush of a microphone. __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Dagny When the microphone was crushed between the Headmaster's tiny hands, Dagny wondered if that was even allowed. Sure, he was the Headmaster, but if she pulled the same stunt she'd probably face detention. As she sat, her gaze flickered about at the other students. Now that it was quiet save for the Headmaster's droning, she occupied herself with thoughts on the fresh meat. The lineup was pretty dull save for one--you had your run-of-the-mill humanoids, but also a Frankenstein-like creature. Wow, Dagny thought, her gaze pulling away. As she did, students bent over and she looked around and then up at the Headmaster in confusion. Fuck, she should've been listening. She looked beside her and watched as the student fished a piece of paper out from under her seat. Dagny followed suit and found a number under her seat: 3546.</s> <\|message\|>Byeondeog Amon entered the building gratefully, glad to have gotten away from the wind and snow. Now out of the elements, she vigorously shook her head to to free herself of the snowflakes clinging to her head and irritating her ears. Once in the room she saw that the veteran students seemed to be arranging themselves into the layered pews, quickly perceiving that they seemed to be separating by their classes, or grades, or whatever it had said in that brochure they separated by. Amon noted as the pews went higher, the groups numbers seemed to decrease rapidly staring the fourth year. No longer needing to shield herself from the elements, Amon's tails ceased covering her body, flowing out behind her as she made her way to the lowermost pews, gaining a few annoyed glares as her tails brushed into peoples faces as the trailed, a smirk playing across her lips. Despite all her thoughts that she should remain unseen, Amon felt the urge to show off, if only a bit and had always taken great pride in her tails. With that thought she glanced back, smirk turning into a grimace as she saw that they had actually become quite unkempt, fur sticking out at odd angles, no doubt from the trip in, with the wintery winds certainly doing nothing to help. This new crisis suddenly took a monopoly of her attention, rushing to find one of the bottom pews and sitting quickly, paying no mind to those who might be sitting near to her. She was soon enthralled with doing her best to smooth down the fur that seemed to be fighting back at her. She barely noted the introduction of the headmaster, bemoaning the fact that she hadn't been allowed to bring any of her own affects with her on the trip, on account of them being 'processed as evidence' when she had left. Amon rolled her eyes at the grandiose announcement of the headmaster, focusing on a particularly stubborn tangle, when she noticed those around her pulling something from under their seats. Unsure of what was going on, Amon reached under hers as well, grimacing as she found a hard piece of gum as well as the paper, and brought only the latter back with her. After a moment's hesitation, looking between the state Fox her tails and the piece of paper, she gave into defeat, realizing she'd have to grab some grooming supplies first chance, and studied the paper. It was an innocuous looking thing having no more than number 297 written on it. With a puzzled expression she turned it over, looking for some sort of explanation, before giving up and watching the others, worried she may have missed something important in her earlier frenzied state.</s> <\|message\|>Mia Betancourt A small wave of panic hit Mia as she was jostled in the throng of students, the constant stream of data doing little to quell the uneasiness running through her. Perhaps this wasn't the best place for the shy girl after all, as she tried to keep some control being pushed forward into the main hall as everyone dispelled towards seats. The older more assured beings making their way towards the front of the assembly as the rest filed into seats in some for a hierarchy the girl assumed watching them. In an attempt to escape the crowd, Mia attempted to free herself by inching slowly to the edge of the throng, but failed to notice that upon entering the Main Hall the crowd lessened causing her to stumble into a row almost tripping and landing on a blue haired boy (Varren) her face flushing bright red, "S-so-sorry!!" the girl stuttered out quickly straightening herself looking down, before giving up and sitting a seat down from the boy. Muttering to herself, she shook her head reprimanding her foolish actions; this was a chance for a fresh start and become a more assertive person. Lost in her thoughts Mia failed to notice the small figure make its way up onto the stage until the ear splitting feedback echoed when the mic was crushed, covering her ears as she winced her attention firmly drawn to the stage blinking twice at the small human looking person announced himself in a rather colorful and superior way. A quick flicker of her eyes drew the stream of data focused on the headmaster out onto her glasses as she looked over the data curiously, most of it was missing sections but what he had said about himself matched what she could find. "Guess I was expecting something a little less startling..hah…" she murmured to herself dismissing the data back into the constant stream, once more having neglected to pay attention to the announcements. She would have to pull up the recording and give it a proper listen later. Mimicking everyone else the girl reached down under her chair to withdraw a slip of torn paper, as if it was haphazardly ripped from a notebook and scribbled across it was a neat and pristine 69 a strange contrast to the tinged and worn paper, tilting her head curiously Mia looked around in the same confusion as everyone else before looking back towards the stage wondering just what she was in store for.</s> <\|message\|>Yuga Abubu Yuga's arrival to the academy wasn't worth noting. Her trip through the Black Gale was equally uninteresting as it was oddly peaceful, and the scenery appeared to be the same as the last time she had gone through it back in her days at the academy. She wasn't sure if this was because the Black Gale was more static than Yuga had remembered or something else entirely. She still recorded everything she saw in the event her creators pick up on something she didn't. Upon landing at the Academy grounds Yuga bowed towards her Griffon and thanked it for it's services. And announcement was made shortly after her arrival for all students to head towards the main hall. Yuga could already see a crowd of students make their way towards the hall so Yuga just followed them. Her feet made a soft crunching sound in the snow, leaving behind hand-shaped prints in the immaculate white. Yuga made records of each of the students she saw in the event that she would see more of them and took record of their appearance, belongings, demeanor, and even voice if she could hear and isolate it from the rabble. Everyone looks sufficiently prepared for the school, but would they have the skills to back up their equipment? Eventually Yuga found her way into the main hall and found herself a place to sit. She had to manipulate her auxiliary arms in such a way that she wouldn't end up accidentally hitting someone else, but they were a bit tedious to maneuver. Yuga sat patiently and waited for the opening speech. When Ier arrived Yuga already knew that this wasn't going to be a long speech. Ier was never really the type to care about professionalism, as Yuga figured. She guessed it was due to being politically untouchable; the position of Head Master was important to both Lucis and Earth and neither side could would react well if their Head Master was fired. It also made things no easier since Ier was practically immortal and liked to flaunt it. Yuga's handlers disliked Ier and made it known to her that they wanted him replaced, but only if they could find someone better to take his position. She wasn't sure why they told her this, though she assumed that at some point she'd have a hand in the change in power. After Ier's speech he told everyone to look under their seat for a number. Yuga reached down and pulled out a slip of paper with the number 297. She assumed that someone somewhere in this crowd had another slip of paper with her number. Yuga was curios as to what the faculty wanted them to do if they found their person with their number. A simple meet-and-greet perhaps? Would this determine their partners for the year? Yuga couldn't say for certain. So Yuga started to see if she could pick up on the school's WiFi signal.</s>	<\|message\|>Penelope Ashford The speech was over, if it could be called a speech in the first place. Penelope had to admit, she thought she would get along well with the Headmaster. They were both subtle as sledgehammers, more concerned about action than words. She dug out a piece of paper from under her seat. The number 11 was scrawled on it in poor handwriting. A room number, perhaps? Truth be told, she had no idea what the number meant, so she sat back down and wait for further instructions to clear her confusion.</s>
<\|description\|>Penelope Ashford Still room? Penelope [-] When she's in her aquatic form, her legs fuse to form a green, scaly tail with a delicate fin. The scales are far closer to a snake's than a fish's. Alias: N/A Nickname: Penny, Aquagirl Gender: Female Age: 16 Year: First Birthday: February 16 Sign: Pisces Species: Sirens are the darker side of merfolk, not necessarily evil or malicious, but far more likely to bear those traits. They can breathe both water or air, and their lower fins transform into legs when out of water. Their most prominent and disturbing physical feature is their teeth, which do not change between forms. They are long and needle-like, evolved for spearing fish. Class: Seamaster The seamaster is at home aboard a ship, with the wind at their back and salt spray in their face. A true maritime expert, the seamaster is proficient in sailing, water magic, and close-quarters combat. Weapon: A steel cutlass named Seacutter, enchanted to be as easy to swing in water as in air. Lucis Biography: Penelope is the daughter of a merfolk Duchess, and as such, grew up in a life of luxury with servants to wait on her hand and fin. However, her mother ticked off the King with so many sleights, he revoked her titles and land. The family is still living comfortably, but it's a step down from where they were. Penelope sees her time at the academy as a chance to start climbing the social ladder and regain her family's status. Partner: Willing to partner with anyone Personality: The first thing people notice about Penelope is that she snarks with the best of them. Her natural instinct is to treat both bad news and outright danger with sarcasm. If one can get through her tough exterior, which isn't easy, she start feeling more comfortable around them. Strange abilities and traits: Sirens have an innate affinity for water magic. Powerful sirens have been known to dispel storms at sea and lift entire lakes from their beds, even turning their entire bodies into living water, but right now, Penelope's powers are barely enough to fill a small bathtub Hypnotic Song: All Sirens have a song that can hypnotize weak-willed members of the opposite sex. However, it will not work on mechanical lifeforms. Fears/weaknesses: Penelope often sets high expectations for herself, and berates herself if she fails to meet them. She also will not work well with individuals who aren't similarly driven. She's also afraid of being stuck underground. Other: Has an excellent head for mathematics</s> <\|message\|>Mathew Homes Box number 69 Mathew Holmes and Mia Betancourt Mathew Holmes The appearance of the strange boxes put Mathew on edge. Having grown up as a member of a hunted species had given him a limited 'shit's about to hit the fan sense', and right now it was blaring. Before he could do anything though, he was suddenly transforming into light and sent into one of the boxes. Once his body was solid again, he felt a nasty headache. "Sooth" he chanted, and his healing magic dulled the pain. With that taken care of, he worked on finding out just what had happened The only thing that really stood out was a girl who looked to be his age in the room with him. Since she was also most likely suffering from a headache as well, his first instinct was to help her with his magic...but then his mind looked back at Aludra words "no..." Mathew found it hard to believe "they...they wouldn't...would they?" While he had already assumed that the faculty was extremely weird, he didn't think they were insane "The seats weren't assigned, which means the selection had to be random. So how could they even know if this is balanced or not? I...I didn't think they were mad enough to leave something like this up to chance"</s> <\|message\|>Penelope Ashford Box 11 Penelope and Jett Well, that was unexpected. Penelope now found herself alone with a purple haired boy armed with something she could only describe as the bastard child of a katana and a longsword. She absently toyed with the handle of her own cutlass, but kept it sheathed. No sense in frightening the boy. Her pointed teeth would already do that. Damn the fact that they don't transform with my tail. "Sooo... My name's Penelope. And you would be?"</s> <\|message\|>Jett Croswell Box 11 Penelope and Jett Jett Croswell Jett followed Ralthavar Marchosias at a distance, he wants to protect him as it his job but he doesn't want anyone else knowing this is job. As The Harmonious Firsts all sat down, it was clear they had already formed their respective groups. Jett sat near the Orcs and next to the elves, he knew one or two elves that greeted him kindly. After the headmasters speech Jett reach down, 11. Jett got up, slowly, as everyone went to find their respective partners. "Striker, got any ideas on our to find this partner of ours?" Jett spoke in his mind. Strikers voice replied, "Why not just run through past everyone, you can see quicker than a lot of people, if you see the number 11 just stop running." Jett sighed at the idea, he'd look like a fool. But the plan would work. Jett bent slowly towards the ground then shot off like a bullet. Passing through everyone, well, nearly everyone, he bumped into a few people over and over again, then suddenly Jett saw a flash and his movement stopped... A female siren was standing next to Jett now, she seemed surprised out our fast he arrived. She touched her cutlass and spoke "Sooo... My name's Penelope. And you would be?" Jett held out his hand and spoke, "The names Je-I mean Ramon Marie. Nice to meet you" Close one.</s> <\|message\|>Raule Cardias "Ah…" It made sense and as he actually took the time to focus on some of the students below, he did notice that the sheets of papers clutched in the hands of the lower years had numbers; some were written finely while others looked like messy scribbles. "Fairly good. Cleaned up a few messes in the surrounding areas, got into a fight with the griffon again. Nothing out of the ordinary." Before he could say much else though, the show seemed to be on its way as a voice filled the room once more and drowned out the students. He didn't pay much attention to the witch's words, given how they were basically said for the sake of theatrics. Instead he eyed the vast number of boxes holding the lower years and sighed in annoyance, having no doubt that responsibility was about to be foisted upon them to make sure things didn't go too far. Unsurprisingly, the Headmaster's voice rang out almost immediately after that to inform the fifth years of their duty. With a soft sigh, Raule fell back into the seat behind him and set his baggage onto his lap. A few moments rummaging through it and pulled out his holopad and fired it up. Connection proved easy enough and in a matter of seconds he had over a thousand views at his fingertips. A few random taps filled his screen with the image from inside cubes where absolutely nothing outside his expectations was happening. Some introduced themselves as more level headed individuals, others had already drawn blood, and a few directed their thoughts of the situation to the white walls uselessly. He carefully scratched his head with sharpened claws as he returned the screen to the complete view of all the boxes, on the look out for anything that would require his intervention. "Glory to the fifth years, eh?" He muttered to no one in particular as he glanced at a box that housed a petite girl with a towering orc. 'That might be messy,' was his thought before he flicked to another box.</s> <\|message\|>Rei Maven Raltahvar Marchosias & Princess Meiron Alkanez Elo-Dezemineh Box 77 Ralthavar watched the sudden appearance of the witch. Her sorcery created hundreds of glowing boxes out of no where. Soon students were getting absorbed into the light from their slips of paper. A few of Ralthavar's orcs panicked and dropped their slips of paper, but they still got absorbed. Of the few who were left Ralthavar gave them some parting words. "Don't be scared! Greet them like a true orc! Show them your honor!" Ralthavar said with a chipper laugh as he grabbed two things from his bag before he too was engulfed in light. His arrival was a bit bumpy, to say the least, but he managed to come to his sense before the other person did. A small human girl who dressed regally. Ralthavar guessed that she had his number. The orc just smiled and motioned for the girl to approach him. "Come than. Let us meet each other, face-to-face!" Ralthavar roared as he brandished his weapons, a kettle full of water and a box. Ralthavar looked again at his items and realized that he did not manage to bring his weapons. No, he had a kettle of hot water, heated by a crystal for the purpose of having a warm drink on the go. And in the box contained his tea set, complete with two cups carved from jade. Not exactly Ralthavar's weapons. Regardless he took the mishap in stride and sat down in seiza. He started to prepare some tea for this other person, even taking off his fur jacket to turn it into a crude cushion for his guest. Rei Mavan & Varren Yinyues Box 23 Rei was trying so hard to trick the human boy into her clutches, but when that witchy chick arrived Rei knew that her trick wouldn't do her any good. Though she did get a good look at miss magic and Rei made a note to figure out which class she taught. Soon people started to get teleported in flashes of light and into various boxes. If she had to guess which box they were going into depended on what their number was. Rei thought of another ploy, and deciding that she could at least curb her loses, she went up to the human boy she was trying to nab. While he was distracted talking to the person in front of him Rei copped a feel, groping his plump peach and giving his trigger a squeeze before she was taken away by a ray of light. As far as light shows went Rei had worse. She recovered from her vertigo in short order and saw her prey across the room. She didn't waste time with pleasantries and targeted him with an Illusion, one that made her invisible. And now came the fun part. Rei stayed utterly quiet, just watching the boy. She wanted to see what he'd do. What his weaknesses were. And how best to impale him on her on her mighty pillar. "Your cherry is going to be the promised Eternal Rome on my tongue!!!"</s> <\|message\|>Sylus Moriam Box #435 Sylus, Uriel and Frontal Lobe Whilst curiously glancing around at the commotion, Sylus was startled by the Headmaster calling to Professor Aldura to "Do the thing," whatever that entailed. At the professor's grand entrance and even grander speech, Sylus began to get a bad feeling. Something tells me this will be even more interesting then last year's 'Icebreaker', he thought, I'd probably better steel myself. As the trio of numerals on his paper began to raditate with magical energy, sylus attempted to clear and calm his mind, to prepare himself for whatever twisted games headmaster ler-Briar had in mind. After a flash of blinding light, he found himself in a white room, with no exit, and two other inhabitants. I don't like how she said ' now prove your worth.' Sylus thought. He reflexively reached for his bow as he tended to do when caught by surprise, but he then lowered his hand again, deciding it might be a bit better for his health, not to mention far more polite, to introduce himself first. There's a chance that the others don't want to fight if they didn't know this would happen... right? "Greetings, err... gentlemen" He said as jovially as possible, but inevitably botching it as he gawked at the eerie-looking metal monstrosity that had appeared here, taken aback by the sight of... him? It? he recognized the other being in the room, a second year he saw around last year but never really met. He must be a third year now... if so I'd really rather this not come to conflict. He shook these thoughts from his mind, attempting to look friendly and calm. "I am called Sylus. I hail from Lucius, and I infer that you two must be from earth. T'is nice to meet you." He bowed to them in greeting. From The West</s>	<\|message\|>Penelope Ashford Box 11 Penelope and Ramon Penelope was confused at first. It almost seems like he forgot his name, but there's no way that's right. I mean, who forgets that? Then it struck her: he might be under an assumed name for some reason. Best to play along for now, until she could ask enough people to ferret out the truth. "Well, Ramon. Are you from Lucius, or Earth? I can't really tell just by looking at you."</s>
<\|description\|>Penelope Ashford Still room? Penelope [-] When she's in her aquatic form, her legs fuse to form a green, scaly tail with a delicate fin. The scales are far closer to a snake's than a fish's. Alias: N/A Nickname: Penny, Aquagirl Gender: Female Age: 16 Year: First Birthday: February 16 Sign: Pisces Species: Sirens are the darker side of merfolk, not necessarily evil or malicious, but far more likely to bear those traits. They can breathe both water or air, and their lower fins transform into legs when out of water. Their most prominent and disturbing physical feature is their teeth, which do not change between forms. They are long and needle-like, evolved for spearing fish. Class: Seamaster The seamaster is at home aboard a ship, with the wind at their back and salt spray in their face. A true maritime expert, the seamaster is proficient in sailing, water magic, and close-quarters combat. Weapon: A steel cutlass named Seacutter, enchanted to be as easy to swing in water as in air. Lucis Biography: Penelope is the daughter of a merfolk Duchess, and as such, grew up in a life of luxury with servants to wait on her hand and fin. However, her mother ticked off the King with so many sleights, he revoked her titles and land. The family is still living comfortably, but it's a step down from where they were. Penelope sees her time at the academy as a chance to start climbing the social ladder and regain her family's status. Partner: Willing to partner with anyone Personality: The first thing people notice about Penelope is that she snarks with the best of them. Her natural instinct is to treat both bad news and outright danger with sarcasm. If one can get through her tough exterior, which isn't easy, she start feeling more comfortable around them. Strange abilities and traits: Sirens have an innate affinity for water magic. Powerful sirens have been known to dispel storms at sea and lift entire lakes from their beds, even turning their entire bodies into living water, but right now, Penelope's powers are barely enough to fill a small bathtub Hypnotic Song: All Sirens have a song that can hypnotize weak-willed members of the opposite sex. However, it will not work on mechanical lifeforms. Fears/weaknesses: Penelope often sets high expectations for herself, and berates herself if she fails to meet them. She also will not work well with individuals who aren't similarly driven. She's also afraid of being stuck underground. Other: Has an excellent head for mathematics</s> <\|message\|>Penelope Ashford Penelope and Jett's Misadventures in Box 11. "Yes, I'm from Lucius, too. Do you have any powers? I can't recall meeting a Siren before, and I want to know what they can do." In response, Penelope extended her right hand and made a sphere of water about the size of a baseball. "It's a lot harder than I make it look. I can also hypnotize boys, though I've never actually had occasion to use that power." She let the spell dissipate, and the water retreated back into nonexistence. "Mind if I ask you the same question?"</s> <\|message\|>Byeondeog Box 297 Amon and yuga Amon gazed once more at the videos the Yuga seemed to be intent on getting her to watch, mulling over the robots statements, giving a harsh bark of laughter at the last comment, "I suppose if we're expected to kill one another , you may as well call me Amon then, and while I've little to comment on wether that number is your true value, nor wish to haggle of the price of a common student here, I on the other hand," she proclaimed, hind leg once more unconsciously scratching at the collar, "am a bit more disposable then you may think," she said giving a smirk as she stopped scratching at the collar, "something we may have in common." Amon hesitated for a bit, before deciding to add a bit more, "let's just say the collar isn't simply a fashion choice, however dashing I may make it seem." She got up again, shaking a bit to loosen her joints, before pacing the room, instantly regretting taking her attention from the screen as the walls seemed to be closing in on her, sighing at the cliche, trying to seeing if there might be some indication of a way out, before turning her attention back to Yuga, anxiety showing a bit as her thoughts kept coming back to the thought that they were in a box, "as fascinating as your videos are my dear, I find this setting a-a little unappealing, " trying to keep control, honestly it would have been better for her to have kept her attention on the videos, but now she needed to get OUT, "so I propose we focus on finding a new strategy, rather than twiddle our thumbs," she said noticing she was getting a bit snippy, but not really caring. "A-a-as quickly as we can, if you don't mind I don't do well on boxes," a nervous chuckle working its way out. How could she sit so calmly, they had been locked in a white, glowing prison, their was no food, and they had heard nothing since getting in. Her orb was starting to veer at seemingly random trajectories, nearly slamming against Amon a few times. She could hear instincts screaming at hear, she was Trapped, she needed To Get Out, SHE NEEDED TO ESCAPE. It would be obvious that she was deteriorating rather quickly now that she had focused on her confinement. Her memories of her prior confinement rising again, she had told the them everything about her, he'll they had even learned her true name</s> <\|message\|>Raule Cardias He glanced away from the screen at the greeting and nodded politely before he replied. "Hello Chris." Zar seemed to explain things well enough and she'd actually been here so Raule left her to it and refocused his attention to the thousand plus cameras. It didn't last for long though as her last comment caused him to look back up, and he reclined against the seat before asking, "Planning to abandon me for some cute lower year?" It was playful given that the two of them weren't officially partners. That aside, it was more often him than her who had spent time with the first and second years making sure they didn't get themselves killed the previous year. Before she could reply, Raule's eyes were already back on the screen and he winced as he just caught the decisive end of a battle. He didn't recognize her opponent, but Dagny was someone who he knew the name of; if only because of the danger she'd pose in a fight even if she was younger. 'Bad luck kiddo,' he thought as he spared a glance at the fallen draconic looking student before he shifted cameras again. Even for himself, victory in the situation would have been difficult, probably almost impossible if Dagny decided to transform into her true form. As Zar had pointed out though, it seemed like the majority of students weren't that hot-blooded and seemed reluctant to simply come to blows. Bit boring for those that had the job of monitoring the situation, but also good as it meant there was little to do. For Raule, he thought that it was a fairly good sign. While being decisive was no doubt needed to survive, recklessness and a lack of thinking would get the prospective students killed faster than any indecision.</s> <\|message\|>Yuga Abubu Box 297 Yuga and Amon It was becoming obvious to Yuga that the fox girl Amon had no real interest in the videos. Instead she started to pace around with worry in her voice. She was getting more and more uncomfortable about their situation which Yuga couldn't quite understand. She could understand Amon's worry about being trapped, but they were not. The teachers simply have them sealed within and are holding them until further orders could be given. Granted, it would have been nice to have access to more amenities, but surely there was a limit to how much magic could create out of thin air. But regardless of their reasons Amon was still getting jittery at the fact she was being trapped and Yuga figured that it was time to bring this charade to a close. "Than you should destroy me." Yuga began to remove various small gadgets from herself, such as her phone and some of her Memory Banks. The only ones she kept was the blank one and that was after she copied the general information off of her other two Memory banks so that she wasn't completely useless. She even put her belongings into a small folding box, neatly sealing it. Once she had packed away her belongings she walked up to Amon. "This room is constructed with magic forces that likely take into account whatever destructive powers we could have possessed. If I am correct in thinking that the teachers wanted us to battle each other, than they will only release us when one stands as the victor. At the very least, the near physical death of one of their students would force them to intervene and release us... And even if they do not, as I've said, this body is worth less than your life. I cannot self-terminate, but destroy me and they will have no more reason to keep you here." Yuga than spread her arms out wide to give Amon a clear angel to attack. Yuga's current body wasn't made for combat but it is very durable, so it was going to take Amon a few tries to actually damage her. Hopefully Amon has some sort of weapon to use, otherwise they're going to have to be very create on how Yuga was suppose to inadvertently destroy herself.</s> <\|message\|>Rei Maven Rei Maven & Varren Yinyues Box 23 "Ku fu fu fu fu..." At that moment Varren would feel something pull him to the ground. Like it was some sort of harem anime he found himself in a compromising position with Rei on the ground. One of Varren's knee was planted firmly against her third leg, and he could even feel the throbbing. The only thing that kept his face from landing in Rei's pillows were the fact that he had braced his hands firmly against Rei's chest. Or at least, Rei made him do that. Rei put her hands on top of Varren's own to make sure he couldn't just slip out. She gave him a look filled with desire. "Now isn't that a bit rude, saying I have a triple-quadruple chin... Aren't you going to apologize for that?" Reis arms snaked around Varren's with fluid flexibility, reaching up to his shoulders and pulling his face into her chest. She laced her fingers together behind Varren's back, locking herself in position. She smothered him in her chest, leaving only enough air for him to grasp. Using her magic Rei made both herself and Varren invisible to outsiders. She wanted to have some privacy to get to know her playmate. Very thoroughly. "My name is Rei Maven. And who's on the menu today?" Rei whispered into Varren's ear as she lifted his head up to hear his name.</s> <\|message\|>Jett Croswell Penelope and Jett's: Box 11 Jett Croswell As the sirens water retracted Penelope looked at Jett and asked the same question. Jett thought about how much he wants her to know. "Alright Penelope, you showed me your's, now I'll show mine..." Strikers voice echoed through his head "Great choice of words.... dumbass." Jett thought about what he said and his face flushed with red. "No no, no. I didn't mean it like, that came out wrong it was..." Jett stopped, recollected himself and grabbed Strikers hilt. Jett looked to his right, seeing an open area and concentrated. He slouched down a bit, aiming then with one swift strike... Jett had puled striker from her sheath quicker then Penelope could keep track of. As the sword cut through the air, it glowed a bright color, like the suns ays itself. A bright radiant sweep of light cut through the air like a beam. Jett sheathed Striker and looked at Penelope, "What do you think... ?"</s>	<\|message\|>Penelope Ashford Penelope blushed at the elf's comment. "You could have worded that a little better, Ramon. However, I will admit that your power is a lot flashier than mine. We'll have to see how it holds up in a fight." Penelope let out the barest hint of a sigh. They'd already been in these boxes for so long, she was starting to feel the claustrophobia coming on. That wasn't good at all. This needed to end soon. She managed to put her fears aside and asked, "Any family you care to talk about, or want to just leave them behind?"</s>
<\|description\|>Mia Betancourt Gender Female Age 16 Year First Year Birthday 13 of February Astrological Sign Aquarius Species Human Class Analysis and Support Weapon Cybernetic Enhanced Eyes: Her eyes are upgraded to analyze and record any data she's seen, allowing her to pinpoint strategic weaknesses and probability patterns. Also displays an ally's vitals, ranging from health to the stress toll on their body. While she can read the streams of data constantly running across her retina, Mia's glasses serve as secondary platform when she wants to focus on a specific report, or to pull up a layout or map of the area. The eyes also give her a basic reading on a object's weight, height, core temperature, and a frailty rating. When focusing in on a living being it adapts to give the same data, but processes the frailty rating against visual damaged sustained or taken allowing a probability of how much more can be taken before the object or person becomes critical or broken. Since it's integrated into her and is essentially what gives her her sight, she can't turn it off. Everything she looks at feeds her data so she tries to avoid anomalies and irregularities that would overload her system causing a reboot reverting her back to being blind until it comes back online. World Earth Short Biography Mia was born blind, yet having been born to rich parents it was an easy fix. They had made their fortune off selling and trading new age items as well as products from Lucis to 3rd world countries; in return gaining access to ancient commodities that collectors would pay handsomely for. By the age of 5 Mia was undergoing treatments to restore sight, along with a few added upgrades, originally intended to help market and track values on the constant influx of trading goods. Personality Mia is extremely shy, having only been around her parents and personal tutors, she's had little real experience with the world outside her parents shop beside the adventurer or two coming into sell their wares. She only comes across as calm and collected when reiterating data, advising,or giving out tips and crucial information. Partner TBA Fear(s)/Weakness(es)/Limit(s) Mia is weak against strong personalities, having always listened to her father's instructions, and her mother's constant stream of critiques and request giving her little time to adapt against them. She's also not psychically strong when it comes to direct combat, often finding herself facing larger opponents she's learned to stick to the back lines and avoid a direct area around any combatants, having no desire to attempt to scramble out of the way or get hit by wayward and direct attacks. She fears that she might have made the wrong choice, replying to the letter and that maybe she would be better off back home in the shop, constantly questioning what she's doing. Strange Attributes/Abilities/Traits Spending her youth organizing and handling the shipping dockets, Mia became naturally accustomed to reorganizing the data she records to fit certain scenarios and make it easier to recall, though only having her eyes rebuilt means she has the same processing power of most merchants and shop owners having learned to quickly skim reports and pick out what's needed, trying to access information too quickly can cause her eyes to throb and induce headaches. Her eyes have the ability to zoom in and out giving her a range of scope over areas, used to help find items in the warehouse or in the storefront. She's adapted it to focus on creatures movements, the tightening of a muscle before the energy is released, using that she couples it with data she's gather on different people's anatomy and psychic to gather a basic reading on an average persons capable limits but her data and assumption aren't always right so she continues to read on different anatomy and observes others to gain a more complete basis to work off of. She uses the same concept when it comes to combat, observing what attacks do instant damage or if they're prolonged, also if they're negated by certain psychical or magical Traits of their opponent, making assumptions and possible tactics to bypass it or if she can use that data to narrow down what would effective. Also being able to hone in on an enemy gives her a chance to look over the anatomy, gathering reference data and observing for any places where a capable attack would do the most damage. Tl;Dr: The more she observes the better her references and assumption will be, most of what she builds and plans are theories that are constantly changing until tested. Other When she has free time Mia is often found in a quiet place, generally either outside in one of the schools gardens or in the library reading and researchimg data on social interaction and self confidence.</s> <\|message\|>Experiment 736 736 The flight to on the griffin had been fairly uneventful. In fact, the griffin seemed to not even acknowledge 736, briskly leaving at its first opportunity. It came as somewhat of a shock that no one reacted to 736's arrival. His appearance usually elicited some form of disgust or fear, but not so here. 736 was careful to note that, in fact, this place seemed to be much more cosmopolitan than the backwoods village he had once orbited. Truth be told, he was far from the strangest thing there. The message on the loudspeaker relayed the information to the student body, though it took its damn time about it. In addition, 736 was slightly taken aback. "What a paragon of consummate professionalism" he muttered in a deep, raspy voice. Only upon entering the designated facility was 736 struck by precisely the verisimilitude of the student body, seeming to pull the oddest outliers from every corner of both worlds. As 736 saw it, they were a perfect cross-section of extremes, ready to be observed and tested. 736 probably would have even smirked slightly, seeing the opportunities he had been granted to learn about the human condition, if his facial nerves hadn't been so sloppily assembled. On the subject of bizarre people, the figure that loomed over the crowd was no exception. Something about the child irritated 736, yet he couldn't help but find him intriguing. 736 made a mental note to inquire further. At Ier-Briar Thorn's request, 736 reached below his seat. There, he found a slip of paper (and around 80 dead spiders). The paper was slightly crumpled, as if it had been used for something else, a theory further supported by what appeared to be a crude drawing of 1/3 of a rabbit on the corner of the paper. Still, the largest detail was, naturally, the number 09, written hastily in pencil.</s> <\|message\|>Dagny Ek Zarbaha Zar strode into the main hall and quickly found a seat. She was silent as she observed other students on their way in. Some had been attending the Academy for a while now and they were relatively unimpressed with the ceremony to come. Others were clearly first years, probably wandering into the main hall by mistake with wide eyes. She kept to herself, however, and her attention promptly to the front at the crush of a microphone. __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Dagny When the microphone was crushed between the Headmaster's tiny hands, Dagny wondered if that was even allowed. Sure, he was the Headmaster, but if she pulled the same stunt she'd probably face detention. As she sat, her gaze flickered about at the other students. Now that it was quiet save for the Headmaster's droning, she occupied herself with thoughts on the fresh meat. The lineup was pretty dull save for one--you had your run-of-the-mill humanoids, but also a Frankenstein-like creature. Wow, Dagny thought, her gaze pulling away. As she did, students bent over and she looked around and then up at the Headmaster in confusion. Fuck, she should've been listening. She looked beside her and watched as the student fished a piece of paper out from under her seat. Dagny followed suit and found a number under her seat: 3546.</s> <\|message\|>Byeondeog Amon entered the building gratefully, glad to have gotten away from the wind and snow. Now out of the elements, she vigorously shook her head to to free herself of the snowflakes clinging to her head and irritating her ears. Once in the room she saw that the veteran students seemed to be arranging themselves into the layered pews, quickly perceiving that they seemed to be separating by their classes, or grades, or whatever it had said in that brochure they separated by. Amon noted as the pews went higher, the groups numbers seemed to decrease rapidly staring the fourth year. No longer needing to shield herself from the elements, Amon's tails ceased covering her body, flowing out behind her as she made her way to the lowermost pews, gaining a few annoyed glares as her tails brushed into peoples faces as the trailed, a smirk playing across her lips. Despite all her thoughts that she should remain unseen, Amon felt the urge to show off, if only a bit and had always taken great pride in her tails. With that thought she glanced back, smirk turning into a grimace as she saw that they had actually become quite unkempt, fur sticking out at odd angles, no doubt from the trip in, with the wintery winds certainly doing nothing to help. This new crisis suddenly took a monopoly of her attention, rushing to find one of the bottom pews and sitting quickly, paying no mind to those who might be sitting near to her. She was soon enthralled with doing her best to smooth down the fur that seemed to be fighting back at her. She barely noted the introduction of the headmaster, bemoaning the fact that she hadn't been allowed to bring any of her own affects with her on the trip, on account of them being 'processed as evidence' when she had left. Amon rolled her eyes at the grandiose announcement of the headmaster, focusing on a particularly stubborn tangle, when she noticed those around her pulling something from under their seats. Unsure of what was going on, Amon reached under hers as well, grimacing as she found a hard piece of gum as well as the paper, and brought only the latter back with her. After a moment's hesitation, looking between the state Fox her tails and the piece of paper, she gave into defeat, realizing she'd have to grab some grooming supplies first chance, and studied the paper. It was an innocuous looking thing having no more than number 297 written on it. With a puzzled expression she turned it over, looking for some sort of explanation, before giving up and watching the others, worried she may have missed something important in her earlier frenzied state.</s>	<\|message\|>Mia Betancourt A small wave of panic hit Mia as she was jostled in the throng of students, the constant stream of data doing little to quell the uneasiness running through her. Perhaps this wasn't the best place for the shy girl after all, as she tried to keep some control being pushed forward into the main hall as everyone dispelled towards seats. The older more assured beings making their way towards the front of the assembly as the rest filed into seats in some for a hierarchy the girl assumed watching them. In an attempt to escape the crowd, Mia attempted to free herself by inching slowly to the edge of the throng, but failed to notice that upon entering the Main Hall the crowd lessened causing her to stumble into a row almost tripping and landing on a blue haired boy (Varren) her face flushing bright red, "S-so-sorry!!" the girl stuttered out quickly straightening herself looking down, before giving up and sitting a seat down from the boy. Muttering to herself, she shook her head reprimanding her foolish actions; this was a chance for a fresh start and become a more assertive person. Lost in her thoughts Mia failed to notice the small figure make its way up onto the stage until the ear splitting feedback echoed when the mic was crushed, covering her ears as she winced her attention firmly drawn to the stage blinking twice at the small human looking person announced himself in a rather colorful and superior way. A quick flicker of her eyes drew the stream of data focused on the headmaster out onto her glasses as she looked over the data curiously, most of it was missing sections but what he had said about himself matched what she could find. "Guess I was expecting something a little less startling..hah…" she murmured to herself dismissing the data back into the constant stream, once more having neglected to pay attention to the announcements. She would have to pull up the recording and give it a proper listen later. Mimicking everyone else the girl reached down under her chair to withdraw a slip of torn paper, as if it was haphazardly ripped from a notebook and scribbled across it was a neat and pristine 69 a strange contrast to the tinged and worn paper, tilting her head curiously Mia looked around in the same confusion as everyone else before looking back towards the stage wondering just what she was in store for.</s>
<\|description\|>Mia Betancourt Gender Female Age 16 Year First Year Birthday 13 of February Astrological Sign Aquarius Species Human Class Analysis and Support Weapon Cybernetic Enhanced Eyes: Her eyes are upgraded to analyze and record any data she's seen, allowing her to pinpoint strategic weaknesses and probability patterns. Also displays an ally's vitals, ranging from health to the stress toll on their body. While she can read the streams of data constantly running across her retina, Mia's glasses serve as secondary platform when she wants to focus on a specific report, or to pull up a layout or map of the area. The eyes also give her a basic reading on a object's weight, height, core temperature, and a frailty rating. When focusing in on a living being it adapts to give the same data, but processes the frailty rating against visual damaged sustained or taken allowing a probability of how much more can be taken before the object or person becomes critical or broken. Since it's integrated into her and is essentially what gives her her sight, she can't turn it off. Everything she looks at feeds her data so she tries to avoid anomalies and irregularities that would overload her system causing a reboot reverting her back to being blind until it comes back online. World Earth Short Biography Mia was born blind, yet having been born to rich parents it was an easy fix. They had made their fortune off selling and trading new age items as well as products from Lucis to 3rd world countries; in return gaining access to ancient commodities that collectors would pay handsomely for. By the age of 5 Mia was undergoing treatments to restore sight, along with a few added upgrades, originally intended to help market and track values on the constant influx of trading goods. Personality Mia is extremely shy, having only been around her parents and personal tutors, she's had little real experience with the world outside her parents shop beside the adventurer or two coming into sell their wares. She only comes across as calm and collected when reiterating data, advising,or giving out tips and crucial information. Partner TBA Fear(s)/Weakness(es)/Limit(s) Mia is weak against strong personalities, having always listened to her father's instructions, and her mother's constant stream of critiques and request giving her little time to adapt against them. She's also not psychically strong when it comes to direct combat, often finding herself facing larger opponents she's learned to stick to the back lines and avoid a direct area around any combatants, having no desire to attempt to scramble out of the way or get hit by wayward and direct attacks. She fears that she might have made the wrong choice, replying to the letter and that maybe she would be better off back home in the shop, constantly questioning what she's doing. Strange Attributes/Abilities/Traits Spending her youth organizing and handling the shipping dockets, Mia became naturally accustomed to reorganizing the data she records to fit certain scenarios and make it easier to recall, though only having her eyes rebuilt means she has the same processing power of most merchants and shop owners having learned to quickly skim reports and pick out what's needed, trying to access information too quickly can cause her eyes to throb and induce headaches. Her eyes have the ability to zoom in and out giving her a range of scope over areas, used to help find items in the warehouse or in the storefront. She's adapted it to focus on creatures movements, the tightening of a muscle before the energy is released, using that she couples it with data she's gather on different people's anatomy and psychic to gather a basic reading on an average persons capable limits but her data and assumption aren't always right so she continues to read on different anatomy and observes others to gain a more complete basis to work off of. She uses the same concept when it comes to combat, observing what attacks do instant damage or if they're prolonged, also if they're negated by certain psychical or magical Traits of their opponent, making assumptions and possible tactics to bypass it or if she can use that data to narrow down what would effective. Also being able to hone in on an enemy gives her a chance to look over the anatomy, gathering reference data and observing for any places where a capable attack would do the most damage. Tl;Dr: The more she observes the better her references and assumption will be, most of what she builds and plans are theories that are constantly changing until tested. Other When she has free time Mia is often found in a quiet place, generally either outside in one of the schools gardens or in the library reading and researchimg data on social interaction and self confidence.</s> <\|message\|>Mia Betancourt Having been seated rather close to the offending pair, Mia was in for a surprise once the boxes started shrinking around her and she found herself back in her seat; getting a front row view of the two students tangled in a rather risque and lewd affair. The bright blush that took over her face was almost as fast as she was scrambling backwards away from the naked figures, her eyes wide behind her glasses as she vaguely registered what the principal had said about roommates and coming back for dinner. Her first priority was to get away, whispering a rather long string of excuse me's and bumping into people as she kept her head down, the small girl found herself back outside before she knew it. Turning around slightly she bite her lip wondering just where to go now, pulling up the speech and maps from earlier getting familiarized with her new setting, the snow still falling down lightly littering her glasses with small speaks of snow. Sighing she pulled her glasses off, cleaning, them wondering if she could delete the images from earlier from her memory. As she placed her glasses back on she exhaled slowly calming herself back down, "I suppose I should go drop of my bags.." She rationalized before joining the throng of students spilling out of the main hall, her small bag swaying slightly by her side, as she went over the status of the students when they reappeared from their own boxes. It seems that some of them had gotten into fights, and we're in various states. Musing slightly, she wondered just how well she would fit in to a school of fighters, it seems she would have to do some adapting and find a way to fight on her own terms. The thought of it sent a small shiver of excitement through the quiet girl, maybe this was the change she needed after all. Grinning at the idea, Mia took off towards the dorms with sure footsteps determined to make the best of this opportunity.</s> <\|message\|>Mathew Homes Mathew Holmes Well this was a surprise; turns out that Mia was his new roommate. Having had the upbringing he did, Mathew wasn't completely comfortable sharing a room with a girl his age that he wasn't either married or related to. 'I can foresee this causing more then a few problems. How does one even go about sharing a room with a girl in the first place anyway?' His cheeks reddened a little bit Not having any idea how to handle this, Mathew was forced to play it by ear. First order of business; drop his stuff off at his new room 'I suppose it's a good thing that I packed relatively light.' He thought to himself as he made his way through the crowd of students 'I can't believe that the faculty would do something as irresponsible as putting boys and girls in the same room. I'm starting to worry for my future.' Once he reached his new room, he opened the door to find a surprise; Mia was already inside. It took Mathew's brain a few seconds to processes that '...that's right; Mia is my new roommate. I can't believe I let this catch me off guard.' It was at this point that Mathew entered unfamiliar territory "u-um...greetings Mia, fancy meeting you here" he said to her 'did...did I honestly just say that? What the blazes is wrong with me!?' he couldn't hide (mostly because he didn't realize it was even there) the red blush on his cheeks.</s> <\|message\|>Mia Betancourt Mia tilted her head looking at the door to room 69 curiously, the idea of sharing a room with a guy was rather unsettling, but she rationalized it by deciding that they would split the room in half and he wouldn't be allowed to cross over to her side. It was a nice concept but she wasn't sure she'd honestly be able to enforce it just yet, but he seemed like a well enough guy to follow her one simple requested. Taking a deep breath she pushed open the door taking in the rather spacious room, it was bigger then the doorway led on to be, but after all what else did you expect from a magic endowed academy. Walking in she looked around taking in the simple yet elegant decor, deciding to take the bed closest to the window setting her bags down on the adjacent desk, quickly and efficiently setting up what little scrolls and books she had brought with her. They wouldn't stay organized for long but for now it seemed that they would hold. Jumping slightly at the sound of voice greeting her, causing her to spin around from her desk blinking a few times before registering that she would have to start living with someone else for the time being, "Ah! H-hello again.." She muttered softly in reply, trying not to laugh at the look of surprise mimicked on his face shaking her head she tilted it slightly again looking at him curiously, as he started to berate himself. "U-ummm would you like to go get lunch..?" She offered figdetly wanting out of the room, feeling slightly uneasy at being alone in a room, it wasn't the same as before, this was a much more personal setting. To distract herself she pulled up a diagram of the school, realizing the cafeteria wasn't as far away from their dorm and that the library was close as well perhaps she would stop by there later.</s> <\|message\|>Rei Maven Ralthavar Marchosias Now freed from their cages, Ralthavar and his orcs were given free reign to wander around the college. Not wanting to be leading a flock Ralthavar ordered his orcs to go explore. He just wanted to meet people without his entourage. Of course, the first thing he'd do would see this dorm of his. Admittedly Ralthavar had the luxuries of being a prince back in Lucis, and was prepare for a more spartan treatment here at the academy. The same couldn't be said of his roommate. Somehow or another the little girl managed to get here before he did, though she seemed to be waiting for her luggage. Her comments about Ralthavar was making him irritated. At least until another... Girl? Guy? A stark naked demon, he knew that much. She started to flirt with Ralthavar, which he responded succinctly. "Not interested. But she's all yours." Ralthavar motioned towards the little girl in his room, leaving to find other things to do. He found himself in the cafeteria, and sure enough there was a small group of orcs who were taking advantage of the amenities, ordering large amounts of food only to carry them away to gods-know-where. Hording food for winter maybe. Ralthavar didn't particularly care and made his way to the lunch line. Rei Maven Rei could only laugh as the headmaster and others around her grew increasingly embarrassed at Rei's appearance. It didn't help that she acted continuously vulgar to the point that she was in dire need of a shower. Eventually some of the school staffers forced a robe onto her and made her leave the main hall before she infects others around her with her desire, but as soon as she was out of eye sight she simply shifted out of the robes and back into her nude form. "Eh he he he... Well, I know I'll definitely be seeing Varren soon, so who else should I play around with?" Walking to the dormitory, it seemed like the best place to find a fuck buddy. With so many young and horny teenagers it shouldn't be hard for Rei to find someone to brain with her great club. She could hear chatter behind locked doors, and the thought of being suddenly spotted while she was still in the nude excited her. Soon she found an orcish student who seemed mildly irritated. Seeking her chance Rei approached the orc. "Oh... I've caught myself an orc. Whatever base, tawdry acts you orcs commit, I... I'm not afraid!" Rei than exposed herself to the orc, her body wide open. "So lets hear all the erotic things you're gonna do! Come on!" Rei began to physically taught the orc, caressing her milk jugs and brandishing her virgin slayer. "Go on tell me how you plan to indulge yourself!! Come on! HURRY! HURRYHURRYHURRYHURRYHURRYHURRYHURRYhurryhurryhurryhurryhurry!" The orc left, but not before leaving a present for him: A little human girl. Rei immediately forgot about him and entered the dorm. Closing the door behind her and jamming the lock Rei got very dark. And than she put on protection. "I WILL LIVE! FOR THE SAKE OF INDULGING IN THIS MOMENT AS MUCH AS I CAN!" And then Rei proceeded to to slay the little girl's virgin.</s> <\|message\|>Mathew Homes Mathew Holmes "That sounds lovely" Mathew answered "unfortunately, I only had time to grab a quick bite to eat before coming here, so I'm quite famished" he added. Putting his things down in the room, he returned his attention to her. "Well then, if you're ready...should we go?" He asked while holding his hand out to her. Anyone with a brain could see that Mia was a skittish girl. Normally this wouldn't be a problem...but she was Mathew's new roommate now 'if she isn't comfortable enough in my presence, then that will only make things harder on me. I need to make sure she is at ease around me, lest things will get nasty for me in the long run.'</s>	<\|message\|>Mia Betancourt Grinning brightly for a brief second at the approval of her idea, Mia skirted around his hand spinning around waiting for him out in the hallway; glancing curiously at all the things they had placed in the room. A slightly displeased look on her face at the blandness of the wall. If this was to be her room for the next year she wondered if she could paint the room. She rather enjoyed her mural at home. It wasn't that she was completely skittish of her new friend but physical contact was still a while away. "Well come on then. Oh, do you want to go to the library afterwards...unless you have something else to do...?" For a second her voice was at its natural volume before trailing off unsure at the end, causing her to fidget slightly while waiting on him to answer. Deciding not to let any akward tension grow from her possibly ill-timed question, she tugged slightly on his sleeve carefully not to actually brush his skin before leading the way back outside into the frosty weather too afraid to glance back to see if the male had followed her or not. Walking into the cafeteria Mia was meet with a rush of warm air, the scent of food, and a massive stream of data as she took in the sprawling tables and lines as food and chatter was tossed around. Gulping slightly she timidly pushed her way through keeping her head down muttering excuses me, and sorries. Bumping into someone, her eyes widened as she found herself staring up at what her eyes told her was an orc. "A-ah S-sorry!! I wasn't watching ahead of me..." Mia apologized meekly, staring at him with clear eyes behind their frames as her hands toyed with the bottom of her skirt nervously.</s>
<\|description\|>Byeondeog Fake Name Amon Amrath Nickname(s) Abomantion unto the gods, walking blasphmey, etc. etc. Gender N/A Age 1024, looks to be 19-25 (first 1000 years were spent as a feral fox) Year 1st Birthday March 31 Astrological Sign Ares Species Nine tailed (G/K)umiho, a slightly spiritually vampiric many tailed fox race, normally eating the hearts and livers of sentient creatures to increase and maintain their power, although the organs of non-intelligent creatures give only about a tenth of the energy. They are inherently a possessive race when it comes to information about themselves, and rarely even give out their names, often making up completely false l backgrounds even when unnecessary. All kumihos start as feral foxes, gaining longevity after having eaten the heart and liver of a sentient race, and gaining sentience and magical ability after living a thousand years. Class Enchanter, a shapeshifter with the ability to muddle the minds of Amon's targets, able to induce feelings of familiarity, kinship, lust, and fear among others, although can be fairly easy to resist if they are aware that it is occurring, and often breaks when Amon is suddenly surprised. Weapon Fox orb- object which houses all a kumiho's stolen energy, must be available to channel spells more complex than cantrips. Can be controlled with a telekinesis limited to the orb up to about 7 foot radius away, and makes a fairly adequate bludgeoning tool. All of Amon's mana is stored in this orb, often holding about a week's worth of mana, which she uses in rations every day, recharging when she feeds. Normally this store is accessible to Amon alone, however it is possible for her to open this flow to others should she be willing to share. The recipient must be touching the orb to gain the mana, and once it is open they are free to take as much mana as they wish, which leaves the possibility of amon being totally drained and reverting to her primal state. If forced into fighting physically, Amon will shift into her Fox form, preferring to attack with fang and claw. World Lucis Short Biography Kumihos, as a naturally antagonistic species, are often hunted down early in their lives when located, and as such are a dwindling occurrence. In such conditions, Amon was hard pressed to find a kumiho's preferred food choice, namely the hearts and livers of a sentient race, the signs of kumihos well known by now in Lucis, and would be soon chased from villages and towns after two or three meals. As sources of meals became more and more scarce, Amon heard there was indeed a completely new world even that would be ripe of unsuspecting meals. She found transportation easily enough after killing and taking the guise of a passenger scheduled to go to earth to start business talks, the death realized only after he failed to arrive at the meetings. Amon began cautiously feeding in the new world, a body in one town, a few homeless go missing in another, but soon became arrogant after no seeming retaliation, and soon began feeding with a passion. Soon she had been penned as the new Jack the Ripper, with bodies piling up with missing only their hearts and livers. Unbeknownst to Amon, a task force was put together to apprehend her, using undercover police as bait, and soon captured Amon. Unfortunately, due to her obviously being from Lucis, they were forced to alert the authorities on that side of the veil as to what had been captured. Amon happened to be the first kumiho to be captured in centuries due to most being killed when caught in Lucis. As such the academy saw what was a chance to, while under heavy restrictions, to see if it may be possible to tame such a species known only so far for leaving a trail of mauled bodies, and thus Amon, under the only offer of execution, has agreed to wear a leash, though is looking for a chance to break free. For a leash, no matter how long the chain, is simply an open air prison. Personality Amon is very confident, very rarely second guessing a decision. Will make all attempts to make "friends" in a new setting, well aware of the use such allies can be when things go south, but same as a Fox will chew off a leg that's been trapped, Amon will always cast aside what is needed for survival. Hates to give anything away for free, and is very possessive and protective of anything she has. This can extend to allies or "friends", which some interpret as loyalty, a notion she does nothing to dissuade. Partner Have a few characters in mind, but I'll wait to see how it plays out. Fear(s)/Weakness(es)/Limit(s) Extreme fear of dogs, gets tense when the same room and will immediately try to leave, and can be reduced to a panicking mess if unable to get away. Has a limited supply of energy for magic off campus, up to a week of casting as an average caster, and each use there after without replenishment giving up some sentience and becoming more like a feral fox, and if denied a source of will revert to being stuck in fox form. If the Fox orb is taken away, energy steadily ekes out, reducing the time to two days, one if using magic. Must have Fox orb out to use magic stronger than cantrips Strange Attributes/Abilities/Traits Is able to shape shift at will between Amon's default forms, as well as take on the form of others Amon has studied fairly well, although there is usually a trait that gives Amon away,either the ears or a tail staying. Tends to think like a predator, making Amon well versed in chasing down a fleeing target, aided by enhanced hearing and scent. Has a small affinity for fire spells, due more to Amon's species then actual practice, though with a little effort who knows what may come of it. At the moment her range is severely limited to shooting embers at nearby targets, and with little control of the fire afterwards. One exception being she can set her orb ablaze, although this drains mana rather quickly due to a lack of control. Another useful trick used when often glossing persuerers is to release a bright flash to blinding those nearby. She learned it after trying to imitate fireworks she had seen before, though often comes away with a few burns after using it. As a condition of Amon's release from execution, she has been shackled with an enchanted collar with a powerful slumber spell, made to knock out Amon should any predatory acts be attempted outside of missions, training, and classes, as well as a tracking spell the schools security can follow if she attempts to escape Can choose to gain the memories and mannerisms of those whose hearts and livers she eats, allowing her to better blend in when shapeshifted as them. Her mind magic is often a subtle act working best on those not expecting it at all, with a mix of pheromone release and mind manipulation, Amon inserts herself in the place of memories someone has strong feelings for, the person being chosen to fit the type of emotion she's going for. It takes a minimal effort of mana if the victim was caught unawares, but uncharacteristic acts can break the spell. However Amon can force her will on the other person, exerting more mana allowing her to override a person's ideas, when the pheromones trigger the appropriate responses. This will place her in a battle of wills though, determined by the other persons ability to see through the ruse. Is very agile and flexible, able to dislocate joints and such to squeeze through and out of things that may restrain her. She also has excellent balance, almost impossible to knock of her center of gravity due to having nine appendages ready to equilibrilize her center of gravity. Having been chased for most of her life after outstaying her welcome, Amon has become fairly adept at hiding, wether it be in shadows or in plain sight, easily making herself just another face in the crowd, and having the patience and willpower to stay cramped, uncomfortable, and still for hours on end. Other Can only eat meats. She can stand spices and very small portions of vegetables, but will grow sick if forced to eat them regularly. While she can survive on the hearts and livers of animals, it's a lot like being hooked up on an IV,it gives her what she needs but does not stop the cravings One of the first thing Amon saw when she became a completed kumiho was a fireworks show, and has been fascinated with the festive explosions ever since.</s> <\|message\|>Experiment 736 736 The flight to on the griffin had been fairly uneventful. In fact, the griffin seemed to not even acknowledge 736, briskly leaving at its first opportunity. It came as somewhat of a shock that no one reacted to 736's arrival. His appearance usually elicited some form of disgust or fear, but not so here. 736 was careful to note that, in fact, this place seemed to be much more cosmopolitan than the backwoods village he had once orbited. Truth be told, he was far from the strangest thing there. The message on the loudspeaker relayed the information to the student body, though it took its damn time about it. In addition, 736 was slightly taken aback. "What a paragon of consummate professionalism" he muttered in a deep, raspy voice. Only upon entering the designated facility was 736 struck by precisely the verisimilitude of the student body, seeming to pull the oddest outliers from every corner of both worlds. As 736 saw it, they were a perfect cross-section of extremes, ready to be observed and tested. 736 probably would have even smirked slightly, seeing the opportunities he had been granted to learn about the human condition, if his facial nerves hadn't been so sloppily assembled. On the subject of bizarre people, the figure that loomed over the crowd was no exception. Something about the child irritated 736, yet he couldn't help but find him intriguing. 736 made a mental note to inquire further. At Ier-Briar Thorn's request, 736 reached below his seat. There, he found a slip of paper (and around 80 dead spiders). The paper was slightly crumpled, as if it had been used for something else, a theory further supported by what appeared to be a crude drawing of 1/3 of a rabbit on the corner of the paper. Still, the largest detail was, naturally, the number 09, written hastily in pencil.</s> <\|message\|>Dagny Ek Zarbaha Zar strode into the main hall and quickly found a seat. She was silent as she observed other students on their way in. Some had been attending the Academy for a while now and they were relatively unimpressed with the ceremony to come. Others were clearly first years, probably wandering into the main hall by mistake with wide eyes. She kept to herself, however, and her attention promptly to the front at the crush of a microphone. __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Dagny When the microphone was crushed between the Headmaster's tiny hands, Dagny wondered if that was even allowed. Sure, he was the Headmaster, but if she pulled the same stunt she'd probably face detention. As she sat, her gaze flickered about at the other students. Now that it was quiet save for the Headmaster's droning, she occupied herself with thoughts on the fresh meat. The lineup was pretty dull save for one--you had your run-of-the-mill humanoids, but also a Frankenstein-like creature. Wow, Dagny thought, her gaze pulling away. As she did, students bent over and she looked around and then up at the Headmaster in confusion. Fuck, she should've been listening. She looked beside her and watched as the student fished a piece of paper out from under her seat. Dagny followed suit and found a number under her seat: 3546.</s>	<\|message\|>Byeondeog Amon entered the building gratefully, glad to have gotten away from the wind and snow. Now out of the elements, she vigorously shook her head to to free herself of the snowflakes clinging to her head and irritating her ears. Once in the room she saw that the veteran students seemed to be arranging themselves into the layered pews, quickly perceiving that they seemed to be separating by their classes, or grades, or whatever it had said in that brochure they separated by. Amon noted as the pews went higher, the groups numbers seemed to decrease rapidly staring the fourth year. No longer needing to shield herself from the elements, Amon's tails ceased covering her body, flowing out behind her as she made her way to the lowermost pews, gaining a few annoyed glares as her tails brushed into peoples faces as the trailed, a smirk playing across her lips. Despite all her thoughts that she should remain unseen, Amon felt the urge to show off, if only a bit and had always taken great pride in her tails. With that thought she glanced back, smirk turning into a grimace as she saw that they had actually become quite unkempt, fur sticking out at odd angles, no doubt from the trip in, with the wintery winds certainly doing nothing to help. This new crisis suddenly took a monopoly of her attention, rushing to find one of the bottom pews and sitting quickly, paying no mind to those who might be sitting near to her. She was soon enthralled with doing her best to smooth down the fur that seemed to be fighting back at her. She barely noted the introduction of the headmaster, bemoaning the fact that she hadn't been allowed to bring any of her own affects with her on the trip, on account of them being 'processed as evidence' when she had left. Amon rolled her eyes at the grandiose announcement of the headmaster, focusing on a particularly stubborn tangle, when she noticed those around her pulling something from under their seats. Unsure of what was going on, Amon reached under hers as well, grimacing as she found a hard piece of gum as well as the paper, and brought only the latter back with her. After a moment's hesitation, looking between the state Fox her tails and the piece of paper, she gave into defeat, realizing she'd have to grab some grooming supplies first chance, and studied the paper. It was an innocuous looking thing having no more than number 297 written on it. With a puzzled expression she turned it over, looking for some sort of explanation, before giving up and watching the others, worried she may have missed something important in her earlier frenzied state.</s>
<\|description\|>Byeondeog Fake Name Amon Amrath Nickname(s) Abomantion unto the gods, walking blasphmey, etc. etc. Gender N/A Age 1024, looks to be 19-25 (first 1000 years were spent as a feral fox) Year 1st Birthday March 31 Astrological Sign Ares Species Nine tailed (G/K)umiho, a slightly spiritually vampiric many tailed fox race, normally eating the hearts and livers of sentient creatures to increase and maintain their power, although the organs of non-intelligent creatures give only about a tenth of the energy. They are inherently a possessive race when it comes to information about themselves, and rarely even give out their names, often making up completely false l backgrounds even when unnecessary. All kumihos start as feral foxes, gaining longevity after having eaten the heart and liver of a sentient race, and gaining sentience and magical ability after living a thousand years. Class Enchanter, a shapeshifter with the ability to muddle the minds of Amon's targets, able to induce feelings of familiarity, kinship, lust, and fear among others, although can be fairly easy to resist if they are aware that it is occurring, and often breaks when Amon is suddenly surprised. Weapon Fox orb- object which houses all a kumiho's stolen energy, must be available to channel spells more complex than cantrips. Can be controlled with a telekinesis limited to the orb up to about 7 foot radius away, and makes a fairly adequate bludgeoning tool. All of Amon's mana is stored in this orb, often holding about a week's worth of mana, which she uses in rations every day, recharging when she feeds. Normally this store is accessible to Amon alone, however it is possible for her to open this flow to others should she be willing to share. The recipient must be touching the orb to gain the mana, and once it is open they are free to take as much mana as they wish, which leaves the possibility of amon being totally drained and reverting to her primal state. If forced into fighting physically, Amon will shift into her Fox form, preferring to attack with fang and claw. World Lucis Short Biography Kumihos, as a naturally antagonistic species, are often hunted down early in their lives when located, and as such are a dwindling occurrence. In such conditions, Amon was hard pressed to find a kumiho's preferred food choice, namely the hearts and livers of a sentient race, the signs of kumihos well known by now in Lucis, and would be soon chased from villages and towns after two or three meals. As sources of meals became more and more scarce, Amon heard there was indeed a completely new world even that would be ripe of unsuspecting meals. She found transportation easily enough after killing and taking the guise of a passenger scheduled to go to earth to start business talks, the death realized only after he failed to arrive at the meetings. Amon began cautiously feeding in the new world, a body in one town, a few homeless go missing in another, but soon became arrogant after no seeming retaliation, and soon began feeding with a passion. Soon she had been penned as the new Jack the Ripper, with bodies piling up with missing only their hearts and livers. Unbeknownst to Amon, a task force was put together to apprehend her, using undercover police as bait, and soon captured Amon. Unfortunately, due to her obviously being from Lucis, they were forced to alert the authorities on that side of the veil as to what had been captured. Amon happened to be the first kumiho to be captured in centuries due to most being killed when caught in Lucis. As such the academy saw what was a chance to, while under heavy restrictions, to see if it may be possible to tame such a species known only so far for leaving a trail of mauled bodies, and thus Amon, under the only offer of execution, has agreed to wear a leash, though is looking for a chance to break free. For a leash, no matter how long the chain, is simply an open air prison. Personality Amon is very confident, very rarely second guessing a decision. Will make all attempts to make "friends" in a new setting, well aware of the use such allies can be when things go south, but same as a Fox will chew off a leg that's been trapped, Amon will always cast aside what is needed for survival. Hates to give anything away for free, and is very possessive and protective of anything she has. This can extend to allies or "friends", which some interpret as loyalty, a notion she does nothing to dissuade. Partner Have a few characters in mind, but I'll wait to see how it plays out. Fear(s)/Weakness(es)/Limit(s) Extreme fear of dogs, gets tense when the same room and will immediately try to leave, and can be reduced to a panicking mess if unable to get away. Has a limited supply of energy for magic off campus, up to a week of casting as an average caster, and each use there after without replenishment giving up some sentience and becoming more like a feral fox, and if denied a source of will revert to being stuck in fox form. If the Fox orb is taken away, energy steadily ekes out, reducing the time to two days, one if using magic. Must have Fox orb out to use magic stronger than cantrips Strange Attributes/Abilities/Traits Is able to shape shift at will between Amon's default forms, as well as take on the form of others Amon has studied fairly well, although there is usually a trait that gives Amon away,either the ears or a tail staying. Tends to think like a predator, making Amon well versed in chasing down a fleeing target, aided by enhanced hearing and scent. Has a small affinity for fire spells, due more to Amon's species then actual practice, though with a little effort who knows what may come of it. At the moment her range is severely limited to shooting embers at nearby targets, and with little control of the fire afterwards. One exception being she can set her orb ablaze, although this drains mana rather quickly due to a lack of control. Another useful trick used when often glossing persuerers is to release a bright flash to blinding those nearby. She learned it after trying to imitate fireworks she had seen before, though often comes away with a few burns after using it. As a condition of Amon's release from execution, she has been shackled with an enchanted collar with a powerful slumber spell, made to knock out Amon should any predatory acts be attempted outside of missions, training, and classes, as well as a tracking spell the schools security can follow if she attempts to escape Can choose to gain the memories and mannerisms of those whose hearts and livers she eats, allowing her to better blend in when shapeshifted as them. Her mind magic is often a subtle act working best on those not expecting it at all, with a mix of pheromone release and mind manipulation, Amon inserts herself in the place of memories someone has strong feelings for, the person being chosen to fit the type of emotion she's going for. It takes a minimal effort of mana if the victim was caught unawares, but uncharacteristic acts can break the spell. However Amon can force her will on the other person, exerting more mana allowing her to override a person's ideas, when the pheromones trigger the appropriate responses. This will place her in a battle of wills though, determined by the other persons ability to see through the ruse. Is very agile and flexible, able to dislocate joints and such to squeeze through and out of things that may restrain her. She also has excellent balance, almost impossible to knock of her center of gravity due to having nine appendages ready to equilibrilize her center of gravity. Having been chased for most of her life after outstaying her welcome, Amon has become fairly adept at hiding, wether it be in shadows or in plain sight, easily making herself just another face in the crowd, and having the patience and willpower to stay cramped, uncomfortable, and still for hours on end. Other Can only eat meats. She can stand spices and very small portions of vegetables, but will grow sick if forced to eat them regularly. While she can survive on the hearts and livers of animals, it's a lot like being hooked up on an IV,it gives her what she needs but does not stop the cravings One of the first thing Amon saw when she became a completed kumiho was a fireworks show, and has been fascinated with the festive explosions ever since.</s> <\|message\|>Rei Maven PLOT! Suddenly and without warning, the white boxes that had everyone trapped began to shrink. They grew smaller and smaller, no force or magic capable of stopping them. Soon they went from large white rooms to very compact boxes that threaten to crush anyone unlucky enough to be inside. And just as it seemed like the students would have been compressed into meat cubes by the magic boxes, everyone would find themselves back in their seat. Many students were unharmed, save for those who actually fought each other inside the boxes. There was a bit of confusion amongst the students about what just happened, but they'll get their answers soon enough. Ralthavar Marcrosias Ralthavar's time in the box was largely uneventful. He had a lot of tea, which he managed to put away as the boxes got smaller. When he found himself back at his seat he noticed his things were undamaged but he was still missing the water in his pot. "Alright, is that wasn't an illusion." And sure enough everyone else from the Harmonious First were also quite surprised to be back. Most of them looked ragged and wounded, which told Ralthavar that they went and gotten into a fight. Some of them however looked no worse for wear. Ralthavar himself wasn't sure what the purpose of that was so he couldn't say for sure if they were suppose to have fought each other or not. But even if they were, all Ralthavar had was his tea set and dagger, and his opponent was a petite human girl. Hardly what he'd call a worthy opponent. "Alright everyone, calm down and shut up. I'm sure someone will explain what just happened." Ralthavar ordered to the Harmonious First. Rei Maven It was quite exciting them the box began to crush Rei and Varren. She pressed her naked body against Varren's own, whispering what she thought were her last words right into his ear. Of how she was going to ravage his body and screw every hole and pore, and later make new holes in his body until it was nothing more than a quivering mass of meat leaking blood and semen. Alas, what she thought was her last moments turned out to actually return her to her seat, albeit withing her clothing. Suited her just fine, the cold never bothered her. Kicking up her feet on the chair in front of her Rei reclined back and waited to see what that whole ordeal was about. And maybe see if she could find a new toy to play with.</s> <\|message\|>Sylus Moriam Just as Sylus had finished speaking with Uriel, the room began to shrink. Sylus felt more and more uncomfortable the smaller it became, panic beginning to set in. Claustrophobia was the bane of his existence. The walls closing in triggered vivid recollections of past nightmares, in which he could feel every bone in his body breaking as he was crushed by four walls, the blood flow to his limbs being cut off, the pain unbearable... but instead of dying, he was teleported right back to his seat in the auditorium. Sylus exhaled slowly in a sigh of relief. While I'm sure there was some greater point to all of that, I swear to the gods that Ler-briar likes messing with his pupils far too much. sylus scanned the room, green eyes sweeping analytically over the other students. in front of him several first years were injured, shaken up or in some state of disarray or other. He frowned at this, but the frown subsided once he realized most of them seemed alright at first glance. It's good to see that Uriel and I weren't the only ones who didn't fight, but it still seems a good portion of us did. As he continued scanning the room, he couldn't help but notice that one of the first year females was... completely naked. Gods above... isn't there a rule against that sort of exposure here? What on earth was she doing in there that required... oh. On second thought, I might be better off not knowing. In a miraculous feat of self control, he tore his eyes away from the sight of her as there were more pressing matters at hand. Namely, he hoped someone would explain the point of what the entire student body had just been subjected to. He relaxed in his seat, half tempted to light his tobacco pipe and settle in for a smoke after that ordeal, but this wasn't the time. He focused his attention towards the stage in hopes that all would be explained.</s> <\|message\|>Mathew Homes Mathew Holmes Had he been paying attention, Mathew would have noticed the box he and Mia were trapped in start to shrink. When he did finally realize what was happening, it was too late to do anything. Before the walls could crush the two of them, he found himself back in his Human form in his seat. 'What?' Mathew started to look through the crowd of students, trying to find Mia. However, there were far too many other people in the room for him to find her 'could it all have been some kind of elaborate dream?' He wondered, since he didn't have any physical evidence that what had just happened was real. In fact, him being in his Human form without consciously transforming seemed to support the dream theory 'Just...what was the point of all of that?' He asked no one 'what could they have been trying to learn about us? Unless I dreamed that up myself. No, I don't think that's the case. I doubt I could have fallen asleep sitting up like this. Not only that, but I can't remember ever having such a vivid dream before in my life. I suppose that's one question answered.'</s>	<\|message\|>Byeondeog Amon jerked her head up as she noticed the walls moving, cursing after she realized this wasn't her mind wasn't playing tricks on her again. Jumping off of Yuga, she moved herself to the center of the stage, letting go of the mana as she returned to her natural size. She closed her eyes as she felt the panic taking over her, hyperventilating as she imagined the walls soon to crush her. She stood there waiting for the end to come, eyes forced to stay shut, starting to get annoyed that death was seemingly taking it's sweet time. Soon however she began to her others voices around her. Cracking one eye open, Amon saw she was back in the auditorium, surrounded once again by fellow students. Thoughts that she may have been going insane were however quickly assuaged as she had to spit out another mouthful of blood. She felt quiet tired now, feeling her reserves of mana running low, not even tempting faint with the minute amount needed to shift back to her more human forms She needed to get something to eat soon or she feared she would begin reverting soon. Not to mention needing to literally lick her wounds. She could tell however there seemed to be more to come, despite a voice in her head telling her incessantly to leave.</s>
<\|description\|>Christopher Jay Graham Nickname(s) Chris Gender Male Age 20 Year 5 Birthday October 28th Astrological Sign Scorpio Species Human / Cyborg Class Sniper/Gunslinger Weapon Two guns, a pistol and a revolver. The pistol is custom-made (for a 'classic' look, with modern weaponry capabilities), and is a gift from his father. The revolver is standard, but heavily modded for his personal use. He carries them both always. His primary role during missions and training is as a sniper, and he accordingly carries a sniper rifle during those times. He carries two tactical bowie knives during missions and training as well. World Earth Biography He grew up on the East Coast of the United States, basically in New York City. His interest in cybernetics came about in his late teens, due to a pretty geeky sci-fi obsession. After his 18th birthday, he signed up in a research program that granted him his implants. It wasn't long before he realized how well they worked in tandem with his already-impressive marksmanship skills, and honed them even further together. Appearance I can't really find any good pictures that show what I'm going for, so I'll paint the beginning of a picture and you can fill in the blanks in your imagination. He's white, with blue-grey eyes and dark brown hair. Shorter, but pushed up in the front, sometimes a few short strays hang down onto his forehead. Strong chin/jawline, clean-shaven. On the taller-average side, about 6'2". Muscular, not huge, but it's fairly apparent he works out. The implants look something vaguely like Cyborgs implants from SWTOR, having nothing better as a reference point. Ignore the large mouthpiece, and you'll get the idea. As for the arm, it looks mostly human-like, just metal and cybernetic and shit. I'm sure you get the idea. Personality He's pretty laid-back. He's got the qualities of a leader (and they do show through), but prefers to let others work things out themselves. That said, when things need to get done, he isn't afraid to step up. He doesn't take crap from people, but he knows when to keep his mouth shut. In short: He's mostly laid-back, but he expects respect when serious situations arise. Partner "Well, my last one graduated. So. Guess we'll have to figure that out." Fear(s)/Weakness(es)/Limit(s) "Ever since that one mission with the huge-ass spider things... -He shudders.- They almost got me, man..." Kinda like Farkas and Frostbite Spiders from Skyrim. He hates man-sized spiders, things that resemble them, or going into hives covered in webs or goo that looks like their nests. "EMP weapons? Oh, yeah. Keep those f***in' things away from me. Christ. You trying to kill me?" They disable his computing systems, and it actually hurts him. Skills/Abilities/Traits He has several cybernetic implants, specifically in his arms (his right arm is actually an entire replacement, it was amputated during the research), hands, legs, feet, brain, eyes, and ears. They provide various upgrades (obviously nothing too major), such as enhanced vision, stamina, strength, hearing, making him ambidextrous, etc. Incredibly gifted as a marksman naturally, the systems in his implants increase his already-frightening skills into almost pinpoint accuracy. Due to the amount of time he spent developing his other techniques, he's slacked on his magical ability. He isn't much more skilled than a first or second year magic-wise, but knows enough for survival purposes. Theme Song Chris is sitting on a bench outside, earbuds in. A song can be faintly heard by the freshman sitting next to him. He stares at Chris for a moment, before Chris turns and raises an eyebrow. The freshman nervously eyes the outline of a holster underneath Chris's jacket. Are you really going to judge him? Other He often blatantly disregards the school's uniform policy. He hates the jacket, so he just doesn't wear it, opting instead for one of his various military or utility jackets. When not wearing a jacket, his shirt sleeves are almost always rolled up casually. He plays guitar, preferring acoustic, and does so extremely well thanks to his cybernetic arm. Is that cheating?</s> <\|message\|>Gabriel Paxton Box #435 Sylus, Uriel and Frontal Lobe Uriel regretted telling Sylus about the potential need for combat the instant he re-prepared his bow. In response he took out two marbles from his bag and took a few steps back. He was close to the end of the wall, and could only run left or right had the combat started. However, maybe that wouldn't need to happen. "Me too, this isn't my ideal arena, I don't like open flats." This was true. Although he wouldn't do terribly, he was much better equipped for a more open 'full' location. A forest, building, or even suburban area was much more preferable to a empty white box. " Is that other guy, ya know, here? " Uriel asked while tilting his head towards FL. Yeah, his body was here, but he was not making many movements. He also wasn't talking much to either of them. Was the robot not suited for conversation? Or was it just staying silent because it wanted too? Either way Uriel didn't like it, he wished it showed some signs of life. Some form of human action, or hell any kind of action that gave it some kind of personality. Just having it stand there and not move at all was terrible.</s> <\|message\|>Sylus Moriam "Ha, you're telling me. Archery is a far more effective method of combat when there's any sort of cover or higher ground present." Sylus also turned to cautiously gaze at FL. "I'm not sure about him, or if he can even communicate... though I highly doubt he'd be here if he couldn't. I'm suspicious that he might be waiting until we both turn our attention entirely away from him, so we should avoid doing such a thing for now. Now then, let us see if we can't find some other way out of here then resorting to violence, if you please." Sylus put the arrow back in his quiver and let go of the bowstring, still gripping the bow with one hand in case Uriel had other ideas.</s>	<\|message\|>Christopher Jay Graham The trip was uneventful, though exhilarating as always. That's griffin flying, for you. Chris said his goodbyes to the griffin after the landing, and promised to come visit it soon. This was the griffin that had taken him to the academy in his very first year, and every year afterwards. He became friends with it quickly after a few visits to the school's griffin nest in his first year, and started taking it out for flights. They're cool, extremely intelligent, majestic-ass beasts. Who wouldn't want one? Chris strolled across the courtyard, and into the main hall casually. He was a little late, sure, but- Oh. The speech was over. Shit. He didn't think he wasted that much time getting there. It seemed only the fifth years seated conveniently close to the back of the hall where he was, were left. Walking along the back row, he noticed that they were monitoring groups of what appeared to be students in white boxlike rooms. Some fighting, some talking, some sitting quietly... Interesting, but nothing really surprised him from the school anymore. Taking the closest convenient seat, he looked behind him to see Zarbaha and Raule. He retrieved his own holopad from his duffel before tossing the bag lightly onto the floor, and leaning his rifle up against his seat. "Zar, Raule. Hey." he said, while powering the device up. "I take it I missed Ier-Briar's spiel. What's happening?"</s>
<\|description\|>Raule Cardias Fake Name Nada. Nickname(s) None. Gender Male Age 20 Year Fifth Birthday November 21st Astrological Sign Scorpio Species Voidlings (Human) The Voidlings come from many different races and share no similarities except for one: they have been unfortunate to catch the attention of those vastly their betters. The effects of even a small amount of Void power can mutate the affected into great monstrosities, leave them unchanged, or anything in between. The effects can be somewhat directed on the whims of the Voidkin, but are still unpredictable even then, As such the cases of the Voidlings are unique to the individual. For Raule, the results were minor appearance changes. His ears elongated drastically while his hair was bleached a snow white. His nails naturally sharpened until it was more accurate to call them claws and his eyes are now red, and glow a soft crimson in the dark. Voidkin These paradoxical beings for the most part are still largely shrouded in mystery, if only because they so rarely bother to interact with the worlds. Even then most of their interactions seem to be limited to spreading their power at random, infusing individuals with mere drops of their energy. Aside from these mysterious incidents these beings seem content to remain where they reside. Their ability to reach into either world aside, little else is known about their abilities. Presumably they are capable of far greater feats than the Voidlings, but to what scale is undetermined. Class Dark Brawler A deadly close quarter combatant that specializes in unarmed styles mixed with the natural energies, both Void and human, that flows through the user's body. Capable of reinforcing their bodies to superhuman levels, they shrug off mighty blows while returning them in kind. Their Void energy results in powerful, but self-destructive bursts of power that allow them to erase enemies in their way before their bodies begin to erode from within. At the height of his power so far, Raule can wrap himself in a shroud of Void energy for about 10 minutes. The energy would be dense enough at this point to render small arms fire essentially ineffective, and with it coating his fists he'd be able to destroy armored units with sustained assault. He's also capable of firing short-ranged blasts of Void energy that would leave no trace of an unprotected human. While in this state, his physical prowess is also pushed to the utmost limits. Even without the coating of Void energy his fists can pulverize stone, and he's tough enough that small arms fire would prove insufficient to put him down immediately. In terms of speed and agility, unless the wielder is superhuman themselves firearms are near useless in close quarters given he can move faster than a regular human would be able to keep up and aim against. Weapon Klaenr a Tomi. Finding a material that was able to withstand the Void's energy was not an easy a task. He was forced to venture far beyond the safety zones of the Black Gale. Finding a smith that could work it was even harder. It took a master blacksmith who had adopted the advanced technologies of Earth to melt and shape the material. His weapons are a pair of claw-tipped gauntlets, and sharpened greaves; the front is shaped into a sharp cutting edge and is a bit heavier than regular pieces as a result. The metal is a white-grey in coloration. The gauntlets are covered in a perpetual layer of frost, and leave frost crystals in the air with their passing. The greaves on the other hand crackle with electricity, sparks and arcs often dancing around the pair. World Lucis Short Biography A fairly closed lip is kept when it comes to Raule's whereabouts prior to his time at the Academy. As far as anybody knows he survived and was changed by an encounter with a Voidkin when he was 13. The small town and surrounding forest he called home was not so fortunate and erased from existence, a massive crater left in its place. What occurred in the two years prior to his arrival at the Academy is still anyone's guess, but he's attended it for the last five years successfully. Personality Despite his appearance and "race", Raule enjoys the days he can spend without the company of his weapons. Flexible and tolerant, he goes with the flow rather easily amongst his acquaintances. Not overly cheerful or enthusiastic, Raule is more reserved about how he expresses himself. Reliable and responsive though, he's the type of person to take things into his own hands rather than wait for others, but he'll never try and stand in the spotlight. Partner Guess it's up in the air. Fear(s)/Weakness(es)/Limit(s) Strictly a close-ranged fighter, if kept at a distance there's not much Raule can do to his opponents. His reach with Void-based abilities extend a bit further, but only a dozen feet or so. While he's fairly good at managing his limits, overuse of Void energy will erode his body despite its innate resistance. His eyes will begin to glow a blood red once the threshold has been reached. Skills/Abilities/Traits Physically more able than a human, even without tapping into internal sources of power. He's stronger, faster, more durable, and overall just better. His existence, like all other Voidkins, is an anomaly. While he still requires sleep and does age, many of his biological needs are no longer that. The Void essentially constantly purges his body of external influences and sustains him in their absence. He requires no sustenance and has a high resistance to poisons, toxins, and diseases. At the same time, magic that influences one's internals such as telepathy or mental illusions are quickly broken against Raule. Sadly, beneficial magics, such as healings or blessings, are also rendered ineffective for him. Magic with enough power behind it will punch through the Void's effects, but its effects will be reduced. Void energy is highly destructive to put mildly. If it exists, the Void will try and fix that and leave nothing in its passing. Matter, energy, even spiritual existences are all touchable with the paradoxical energy. It essentially acts as a universal corrosive and will, given enough time and a steady supply, dissolve anything into nothing. Density is the main factor in how resistant something is towards the Void's effect as there is more material to corrode away. As befitting of his class designation, Raule is an experienced warrior. He fares well in messy melees, but shines in combat against individuals. Despite still attending the Academy, he's already seen his fair share of ventures into the Black Gale. The fact that he has returned alive speaks enough. Other His sigil. Located on his right shoulder blade.</s> <\|message\|>Francois Jeannotte Francois Jeannotte Francois hummed cheerily as he entered the grandiose main hall, the bustling crowd blocking the entrance having finally dispersed somewhat and thus opened up an unobstructed movement vector into the designated area. He looked around the area, basking in its majesty. This definitely wasn't what it was like back at the lab. The main hall, more an auditorium than anything, was lustrous and awe-inspiring, as opposed to the monochrome color scheme and sparse decor of the facility. It was all a very exciting experience. He looked around for an empty seat, opting to take one behind a mostly-empty row. The lights darkened, everything went silent, and a spotlight shone on the stage in the front. At the forefront of the stage was a flaxen-haired adolescent shining with the radiance of the angel. Then came the screech of metal caving in upon itself, and the boy spoke. ... ...That.......was actually pretty cool! Admittedly, Francois'd been expecting more a Dumbledore-ish type, or maybe like some school marm, but a 'hip, young headmaster who don't play by the rules' was perfectly fine with him. It was good to see mentors trying to connect with their mentees. The fellow's choice in words was a bit crude, but perhaps that was his way of fitting in? It made sense in a way, and who was Francois to argue with sense? Nevertheless, they were instructed to remove something from the bottom of their seat. Something about an 'ice-breaker' and a number. Though what breaking ice and numbers had to with each other was beyond him. Thus, with a theatrical pull, he removed the slip of paper off the bottom of his seat and looked upon it. Emblazoned on the disheveled piece of paper was a big, bold... 23. Francois looked at the slip for just a moment----- >[Division Alpha]: ...Wait, 23? Don't you mean 09? Verification required. >[Division Beta]: 09? That number is a 23. >[Division Gamma]: Division Beta is correct. That is a 23. >[Division Alpha]: No... That's a 09, what are you all talking about? Are you sure? >[Division Beta]: Visual information reports that the number is, in fact, the number 23. Spelling: T-w-e-n-t-y-dash-t-h-r-e-e. Are the nanomachines malfunctioning? Check again. >[Division Alpha]: Very well. >[Division Alpha]: Nanorobotic visual confirmed. It's definitely, 100%, a 09, not a 23 as you claim. >[Division Beta]: Previous sensory information contradicts that notion. >[Division Alpha]: It's not a bloody 23, it's a 09. Are you blind?! >[Division Beta]: The subject's 20/20 vision contradicts that notion. >[Division Alpha]: No, it's a figure of-- It's a 09 you waste of grey matter. >[Division Gamma]: False. The curvature of both characters, and the line at the bottom of the first, corresponds to the number 23. >[Division Beta]: Division Alpha's inability to differentiate 09 and 23 is worrying. Objections to placing Division Alpha on temporary shutdown until we can fix this dilemma? >[Division Alpha]: FINE. Fine, it's a stupid, goddamn 23. We'll worry about any deficiencies in our abilities at a later point. -----before looking to his left, right, and front at the numbers that those sitting adjacent to him had. '8675, 309, 23... 23?' Francois peaked over the row in front of him once more, at a teal-haired kid's slip of paper. The lighting was difficult to see in, but that was indeed a 23! Just like what Francois had! The monochrome-haired youth tapped the shoulder of the unfortunate individual in front of him. "Excuse me! Hey! Uhh... Kid! You! Yeah," the Frenchman said excitedly, "I got 23 too!" ...It looks like things don't always go as planned. Isn't it sad, Rei? Cypher</s> <\|message\|>Rei Maven Rei Maven Watching the human intently Rei noticed him just staring blankly at his card. He didn't seem to be reacting much to it, which was expected. It was just a number on a card after all. But than the boy reached out to the person in front of him, and while it was hard for Rei to hear over the commotion she knew she had to act fast. She heard the boy say his number, twenty three, but in revealing it to someone else they could potentially break the ruse. "Alright, no problem, using my magic on someone else isn't impossible." Rei whispered under her breath. She didn't know this person in front of her original prey, though he looked human enough. And in the event that her target does something more foolish like announce his number to the world, Rei made sure to expand the area of effect on her illusion around her target. It was rather demanding but she was willing to put out the energy for this. Now her target, and anyone else looking at the slip of paper in his hand, would see the number twenty three instead of whatever was originally on there.</s>	<\|message\|>Raule Cardias "Yeah, yeah you big baby." Raule ducked under the violent jab the griffon made at his condescending tone of voice, and proceeded to slap its head away from himself. An indignant cry was had when it turned around to face him and he sighed before he dug unslung the pack from his shoulder and dropped it to the ground. The fact that he was busy digging through his bag for some treats for his damned mount, as it might as well have been his since two years ago; Raule was fairly sure it didn't ferry anybody else, while the Headmaster was giving his speech was not lost on him. Finally, after a bit of rearranging and shuffling of his belongings he pulled a string-tied bag out and tossed it at that griffon. The bag of dried meat smacked it right in the face and it squawked indignantly once more, but Raule was already scrambling away with his belongings in his arms. His parting words might have been heard had the campus not been basically deserted as students crammed into the main hall. While he could have easily kicked the main hall's doors in to announce his arrival, such a thing wasn't Raule's style. It did sound like a bit of a ruckus was going on inside so he might have been able to slip himself in without being noticed, So in the end that was what he settled on and the doors were opened with narily a creak. At least one that was audible over the din of talk and conversation as reactions to whatever the Headmaster had decided to do were vocalized. Given the distinct lack of any commotion in the rows closest to him, he presumed that the fifth years had not been exposed to whatever shenanigans were taking place. A familiar face was rather easy to find thanks to her rather distinctive style of dress. Even as he eyed the lower rows where each student seemed to have been given a sheet of paper with a number written on it, he made his way over towards Zar. Upon reaching her, he placed his hands on the back of her chair and leaned slightly forward so that when he looked down it was from directly over her. "Sup?" he asked rather casually towards the angry-looking lady, an expression he'd come to recognize as simply her default. Though it was a single word, he meant two things with it; both how she was, and exactly what was happening right now.</s>
<\|description\|>Raule Cardias Fake Name Nada. Nickname(s) None. Gender Male Age 20 Year Fifth Birthday November 21st Astrological Sign Scorpio Species Voidlings (Human) The Voidlings come from many different races and share no similarities except for one: they have been unfortunate to catch the attention of those vastly their betters. The effects of even a small amount of Void power can mutate the affected into great monstrosities, leave them unchanged, or anything in between. The effects can be somewhat directed on the whims of the Voidkin, but are still unpredictable even then, As such the cases of the Voidlings are unique to the individual. For Raule, the results were minor appearance changes. His ears elongated drastically while his hair was bleached a snow white. His nails naturally sharpened until it was more accurate to call them claws and his eyes are now red, and glow a soft crimson in the dark. Voidkin These paradoxical beings for the most part are still largely shrouded in mystery, if only because they so rarely bother to interact with the worlds. Even then most of their interactions seem to be limited to spreading their power at random, infusing individuals with mere drops of their energy. Aside from these mysterious incidents these beings seem content to remain where they reside. Their ability to reach into either world aside, little else is known about their abilities. Presumably they are capable of far greater feats than the Voidlings, but to what scale is undetermined. Class Dark Brawler A deadly close quarter combatant that specializes in unarmed styles mixed with the natural energies, both Void and human, that flows through the user's body. Capable of reinforcing their bodies to superhuman levels, they shrug off mighty blows while returning them in kind. Their Void energy results in powerful, but self-destructive bursts of power that allow them to erase enemies in their way before their bodies begin to erode from within. At the height of his power so far, Raule can wrap himself in a shroud of Void energy for about 10 minutes. The energy would be dense enough at this point to render small arms fire essentially ineffective, and with it coating his fists he'd be able to destroy armored units with sustained assault. He's also capable of firing short-ranged blasts of Void energy that would leave no trace of an unprotected human. While in this state, his physical prowess is also pushed to the utmost limits. Even without the coating of Void energy his fists can pulverize stone, and he's tough enough that small arms fire would prove insufficient to put him down immediately. In terms of speed and agility, unless the wielder is superhuman themselves firearms are near useless in close quarters given he can move faster than a regular human would be able to keep up and aim against. Weapon Klaenr a Tomi. Finding a material that was able to withstand the Void's energy was not an easy a task. He was forced to venture far beyond the safety zones of the Black Gale. Finding a smith that could work it was even harder. It took a master blacksmith who had adopted the advanced technologies of Earth to melt and shape the material. His weapons are a pair of claw-tipped gauntlets, and sharpened greaves; the front is shaped into a sharp cutting edge and is a bit heavier than regular pieces as a result. The metal is a white-grey in coloration. The gauntlets are covered in a perpetual layer of frost, and leave frost crystals in the air with their passing. The greaves on the other hand crackle with electricity, sparks and arcs often dancing around the pair. World Lucis Short Biography A fairly closed lip is kept when it comes to Raule's whereabouts prior to his time at the Academy. As far as anybody knows he survived and was changed by an encounter with a Voidkin when he was 13. The small town and surrounding forest he called home was not so fortunate and erased from existence, a massive crater left in its place. What occurred in the two years prior to his arrival at the Academy is still anyone's guess, but he's attended it for the last five years successfully. Personality Despite his appearance and "race", Raule enjoys the days he can spend without the company of his weapons. Flexible and tolerant, he goes with the flow rather easily amongst his acquaintances. Not overly cheerful or enthusiastic, Raule is more reserved about how he expresses himself. Reliable and responsive though, he's the type of person to take things into his own hands rather than wait for others, but he'll never try and stand in the spotlight. Partner Guess it's up in the air. Fear(s)/Weakness(es)/Limit(s) Strictly a close-ranged fighter, if kept at a distance there's not much Raule can do to his opponents. His reach with Void-based abilities extend a bit further, but only a dozen feet or so. While he's fairly good at managing his limits, overuse of Void energy will erode his body despite its innate resistance. His eyes will begin to glow a blood red once the threshold has been reached. Skills/Abilities/Traits Physically more able than a human, even without tapping into internal sources of power. He's stronger, faster, more durable, and overall just better. His existence, like all other Voidkins, is an anomaly. While he still requires sleep and does age, many of his biological needs are no longer that. The Void essentially constantly purges his body of external influences and sustains him in their absence. He requires no sustenance and has a high resistance to poisons, toxins, and diseases. At the same time, magic that influences one's internals such as telepathy or mental illusions are quickly broken against Raule. Sadly, beneficial magics, such as healings or blessings, are also rendered ineffective for him. Magic with enough power behind it will punch through the Void's effects, but its effects will be reduced. Void energy is highly destructive to put mildly. If it exists, the Void will try and fix that and leave nothing in its passing. Matter, energy, even spiritual existences are all touchable with the paradoxical energy. It essentially acts as a universal corrosive and will, given enough time and a steady supply, dissolve anything into nothing. Density is the main factor in how resistant something is towards the Void's effect as there is more material to corrode away. As befitting of his class designation, Raule is an experienced warrior. He fares well in messy melees, but shines in combat against individuals. Despite still attending the Academy, he's already seen his fair share of ventures into the Black Gale. The fact that he has returned alive speaks enough. Other His sigil. Located on his right shoulder blade.</s> <\|message\|>Penelope Ashford Penelope and Jett's Misadventures in Box 11. "Yes, I'm from Lucius, too. Do you have any powers? I can't recall meeting a Siren before, and I want to know what they can do." In response, Penelope extended her right hand and made a sphere of water about the size of a baseball. "It's a lot harder than I make it look. I can also hypnotize boys, though I've never actually had occasion to use that power." She let the spell dissipate, and the water retreated back into nonexistence. "Mind if I ask you the same question?"</s> <\|message\|>Byeondeog Box 297 Amon and yuga Amon gazed once more at the videos the Yuga seemed to be intent on getting her to watch, mulling over the robots statements, giving a harsh bark of laughter at the last comment, "I suppose if we're expected to kill one another , you may as well call me Amon then, and while I've little to comment on wether that number is your true value, nor wish to haggle of the price of a common student here, I on the other hand," she proclaimed, hind leg once more unconsciously scratching at the collar, "am a bit more disposable then you may think," she said giving a smirk as she stopped scratching at the collar, "something we may have in common." Amon hesitated for a bit, before deciding to add a bit more, "let's just say the collar isn't simply a fashion choice, however dashing I may make it seem." She got up again, shaking a bit to loosen her joints, before pacing the room, instantly regretting taking her attention from the screen as the walls seemed to be closing in on her, sighing at the cliche, trying to seeing if there might be some indication of a way out, before turning her attention back to Yuga, anxiety showing a bit as her thoughts kept coming back to the thought that they were in a box, "as fascinating as your videos are my dear, I find this setting a-a little unappealing, " trying to keep control, honestly it would have been better for her to have kept her attention on the videos, but now she needed to get OUT, "so I propose we focus on finding a new strategy, rather than twiddle our thumbs," she said noticing she was getting a bit snippy, but not really caring. "A-a-as quickly as we can, if you don't mind I don't do well on boxes," a nervous chuckle working its way out. How could she sit so calmly, they had been locked in a white, glowing prison, their was no food, and they had heard nothing since getting in. Her orb was starting to veer at seemingly random trajectories, nearly slamming against Amon a few times. She could hear instincts screaming at hear, she was Trapped, she needed To Get Out, SHE NEEDED TO ESCAPE. It would be obvious that she was deteriorating rather quickly now that she had focused on her confinement. Her memories of her prior confinement rising again, she had told the them everything about her, he'll they had even learned her true name</s>	<\|message\|>Raule Cardias He glanced away from the screen at the greeting and nodded politely before he replied. "Hello Chris." Zar seemed to explain things well enough and she'd actually been here so Raule left her to it and refocused his attention to the thousand plus cameras. It didn't last for long though as her last comment caused him to look back up, and he reclined against the seat before asking, "Planning to abandon me for some cute lower year?" It was playful given that the two of them weren't officially partners. That aside, it was more often him than her who had spent time with the first and second years making sure they didn't get themselves killed the previous year. Before she could reply, Raule's eyes were already back on the screen and he winced as he just caught the decisive end of a battle. He didn't recognize her opponent, but Dagny was someone who he knew the name of; if only because of the danger she'd pose in a fight even if she was younger. 'Bad luck kiddo,' he thought as he spared a glance at the fallen draconic looking student before he shifted cameras again. Even for himself, victory in the situation would have been difficult, probably almost impossible if Dagny decided to transform into her true form. As Zar had pointed out though, it seemed like the majority of students weren't that hot-blooded and seemed reluctant to simply come to blows. Bit boring for those that had the job of monitoring the situation, but also good as it meant there was little to do. For Raule, he thought that it was a fairly good sign. While being decisive was no doubt needed to survive, recklessness and a lack of thinking would get the prospective students killed faster than any indecision.</s>
<\|description\|>Joseph Conrad Nickname(s): N/A Gender: Male Age: 19 Year: Fourth year Birthday: October 13, 2048 Astrological Sign: Libra Species: Augmented Human- Almost cyborg like, he has infrared and night vision due to eye implants. he also can slow down his perception of time due to implants in his brain and heart, which is also helps with his operation of power armor. Class: Assassin Weapon(s) X1-S Powered Armor: Power armor that focuses on mobility and stealth rather than the immense firepower and bulky armor normally attributed with others in it's class. It gives the user superhuman speed, teleportation powers, and active camouflage, meaning the X1-S is more about avoiding being hit rather than being able to take hits. Experimental Vibroblades: Essentially blades that vibrate at an extremely high frequency, allowing him to slice through pretty much anything, although some sturdy and hardier materials, normally those used the the creation of heavy armor, takes a while for the vibroblades to pierce through. World: Earth Short Biography: The US government had exhausted most of its military might, and around 2056, having the biggest gun around didn't help when the US was spread too far and wide. The exacting toll it had on the budget was excruciating as well. Therefore, military officials had decided to see if they could change their military doctrine to lighter, more agile, more elite soldiers. Instead of fighting head on with conventional weaponry, this new breed of soldier would participate in the same tactics as the terrorists and rebels that had thwarted the US's usual policy of overwhelming firepower. Waging a guerrilla war against a guerrilla war, fighting fire with fire. These soldiers would be sent in by the dozens. They would then proceed to demoralize the opposing force to the point of surrender, utilizing hit and run attacks, taking out key targets, and disrupting supply lines. Joseph was chosen to be trained and equipped by this new military program, and he was willing enough as Joseph wasn't exactly well off the begin with in the first place. He spent many years training to become the scalpel of the US armed forces, but the project was shut down. Too much money and resources that didn't justify its implementation, not to mention politicians who were slashing every budget other than their salary. Joseph soon received a letter from the Arcane Artes, where he has spent the past four years schooling to become a Gatekeeper. Personality: Loves to be very sarcastic. Somewhat of a cynic, as he loves to point out anything and everything that is wrong or depressing. Partner Unassigned as of now. Fear(s)/Weakness(es)/Limit(s): His power armor was only built for speed, not protection. Anything bigger than a pistol will be able to harm him. Joseph's enhanced reaction speed also doesn't mean he can dodge everything, as his powered armor has limits. Joseph can see it coming, for example, a shotgun fired at him from point blank range. While his brain was fast enough to process the firearm being discharged, he probably won't be fast enough to dodge the pellets at all. This also means he is very susceptible to AOE attacks. The X1-S isn't resistant to EMPs, so lighting magic would also be effective. His stealth isn't perfect either, as his Active Camo reflects light, so a visual distortion would be present as he cloaks, revealing his position to those nearby. Teleportation range is limited to 50 feet, which is only a bit longer than the average school bus. Strange Attributes/Abilities/Traits: Has an uncanny ability for numbers. Can guesstimate distances, trajectory and angle of bullets pretty accurately. Themesong: Rules of Nature Other: Does fancy a bit of woodworking. Hates Dagny Ek. With a Passion.</s> <\|message\|>Gabriel Paxton Gabriel did it! He did it! He rode the griffin into the sky like a complete motherfucker, and he was damn proud of it. True, half the time he was prepared to say his last prayer in hopes of a painless death, but he did it! Maybe the next time he rode one of the things he could try out something even more ballsy! However, now was not the time to think of such things. Now was the time to bask in his last few minutes of glory before preparing himself for the change. There was no more Gabriel Paxton, Only Uriel. And now, Uriel was prepared for this year's challenge. He would survive to be a 4th year, and then next, a 5th year. As he adjusted his eyes to the change of scenery, it was obvious he was no longer on earth. He had entered the black gate, and his school was within sight. Once again he'd have to put up a little bit of a farce, at least so none of the students would know what his father did and get any strange ideas. Nonetheless, as he had done the previous two years, he started to regret his choice of fake names. It was very similar in both meaning, as well as their endings and origins. He first chose it because he had thought people would doubt he would choose such a similar name if he was trying to hide himself, but still, it might have been a bad idea. Now Uriel wasn't carrying much luggage with him on the griffin. His dad had already sent some of his clothes to the school beforehand, and he also had some 'leftovers' from last year in his room. so he was only carrying a backpack of some tools, identification, and other miscellaneous objects. The fact he hadn't been carrying much helped him birth another wonderful, and very intelligent idea. It was time for stunt 'numero dos'! Maybe Uriel just had a very smart griffin, or perhaps it was just one accustomed to stupidity. Either way it got Uriel's hint and stayed midair, keeping similar altitude as well as circling the spot where Uriel wanted to land. Uriel shoved his hands into the Bag of Mayhem, which had the initials BoM inscribed on it with black ink. After removing his hand from the BoM he had three marbles in his hand, all of them were cracked. At about one-hundred and fifty feet Uriel jumped off the griffin with vigor, and found himself falling towards the ground with his head leading the way. However after a few seconds he was able to adjust himself so that he had taken the position of a sky-diver. Not that he was jumping from such a height, no not at all. Its just that he was quick to prepare himself for impact. Now in his hand was three cracked marbles, two of them were purple and one light green. He was about twenty feet from the ground when he twisted his arm and launched them towards the ground. The impact of the marbles created a 'reverse-impact' zone after they detonated. The gravity marbles mixed with the wind and instead of creating a painful inward force, it lessened the velocity of Uriel's body tremendously while also pushing him away from the ground. After going through the field, he hit the ground without a scratch on him. Had he thrown the marbles earlier he could have even hit the ground feet first and stood tall! Once he had regained his balance, and picked himself up, he had heard announcements coming from the school and it's principal. There was some bored sounded lady speaking about taking your luggage and going to the main hall. Uriel had no real luggage beside his backpack with him, but it sounded like going there would be a good idea anyways. As he started to pick up a good walking pace, the message changed. Then thee headmaster took over the speakers and basically repeated what the other lady had said, with much more enthusiasm and a vulgar attitude. Uriel didn't hear much from the headmistress, but when he did it was often more fun then not. Uriel appreciated her attitude, as well as he way of speaking. At the very least if felt as though she had an attitude he liked. Uriel looked up and he had saw the Griffin he was riding earlier still rotating in the air. After a few minutes had passed of it circling around Uriel from above it gained some more altitude and left to go somewhere else. Perhaps back to wherever all the other griffins went. Godamn I would love one of those as pets. He gave it some consideration, were griffins common pets in Lucis? Would they be expensive? Although he doubted it was likely to happen, Uriel would have really liked to kept the most recent Griffin he had ridden as a pet. Would've allowed for a much more stylish way to get around the school too!</s> <\|message\|>Arkiyel 'ein Arkiyel 'Ein Ark huddled in a small wooden building he had called home for the past 2 days. The flight from his hometown would have been 10 hours+ in the cold wind. That, in and of itself, would be hell. Though, in exchange for making the trip more like 30 minutes, he had to spend 2 days in the horrid cold of Alkvher, instead of Ghrenheim, with it's glorious tropical weather. Ark looked over at the old man he had been staying with for the past 2 days. The old Human had offered him a place to stay during those 2 days for the past 3 years that Ark had been a student at the academy. The man was charitable and kind, and Ark was thankful for that, though he was nothing compared to his old friend back in Ghrenheim. His name was Earl. Earl was a farmer who sat in the old cabin during the long winter months, barely making it through each year. "It's nearly time for me to go." Ark looked at the fireplace, then back at the kind old man "Thanks for letting me stay here again. I guess I'll help you with the next harvest." The old man simply smiled at Ark as he picked up his thick coat and walked to the door. Earl was mute, though he still managed to make a living without words. "Goodbye, Earl. Eyn' Gohdus." (Eyn' Gohdus is a draconian saying which means something like "Good fortune and hope to you") Ark stepped outside into the frigid cold, the leather on his feet barely preventing his feet from freezing. Ark watched as a majestic beast fell from the sky at brilliant speeds, landing a few feet in front of him with grace and elegance. Ark quickly checked the bags at his sides, making sure that all of his items of importance were there. Ark moved towards the beast, petting it slightly before climbing onto the saddle. Ark could not fly on his own at the moment. The air was too cold and it would have taken too much time. The beast climbed through the clouds at speeds faster than most could imagine. Ark looked around at the clouds. Boring. He checked downwards, at the still-visible human settlement, and the many acres of farmland owned by the old man. Ark began to sing an old chant under his breath. A relic of his past, a memory of an old friend. A tear dropped from his eye, before being torn away by the wind. After the allotted time had past, Ark arrived at the school, right as the announcement was made. He dismounted the griffin, petting it once again before thanking it and walking off. Ark made his way to the main hall with his bags at his sides, underneath a thick coat that covered his wings, which were hidden against his back. Maxwell Yinyues BZZ...BZZ...BZZ Maxwell's hand slowly clambered for the snooze button, as his eyes began to open, adjusting to the morning light pouring in through the window. So, I go back to the Academy today? Well, at least I spent my break having a memorable time with Maria and... Max's thoughts were interrupted as he sat up to see something unsightly standing over him. "Good morning, Maxy!" Maxwell looked at the unwanted presence, wiping his eyes so that he could see more clearly. They were obviously wearing some sort of girl's school uniform. If it wasn't for the fact that Maxwell lived in the same house as them, he would clearly mistake them for a young schoolgirl. "What do you want, George?" Max said, with obvious disdain. "It's Georgia. How do I look?" He did a quick twirl. Yea, he may have looked cute, but that was still pretty creepy. "You look like you normally do, a guy that cross dresses for attention, even though he has no real interest in it." George seemingly got mad and stomped off. Maxwell looked to his left, at Maria, who had pulled the blanket over her head to block the sunlight. "I'll make sure to call often." Maxwell got up from the bed, and picked the uniform up off of his desk. He showered, ate breakfast, and put on the usual Academy of the Arcane Artes uniform. While he was getting ready, he remembered this was supposed to be Varren's first year at the academy. Varren wasn't going to make it in a place like that, Max was sure of it. Max looked through the kitchen window in the stark silence. The griffin had just arrived. Maxwell got up from his chair and walked briskly to the front door, grabbing his bag, putting on his shoes. He quickly checked his bag. Clothes, guns, fancy hat, sunglasses, and things that shouldn't be mentioned. Everything was in place. Maxwell stepped out the door and walked over to the Griffin. "Hello, old friend." He got on to the back of the winged beast, and flew through the black gale. Once Maxwell had arrived at the academy, he quickly headed for the main hall, with his bag at his side. His luggage should have already arrived at his room, so he had nothing to worry about. The announcement was a bit odd this year, given the aggressive weirdness of the Headmaster.</s>	<\|message\|>Joseph Conrad Joseph checked his gear one more time as he prepared for his trip to the Academy of The Arcane Artes. His previous year had been nothing like the years before, and part of him was glad he had actually survived. Many of his classmates did not. It was to be expected. Even in well coordinated fireteams, with the best students and gear, it was not uncommon for a squad to be annihilated to the last man. A true trial by fire, as the Academy wanted the best to advance to the next year. No baby sitting, you learned on the job. And if you didn't, well, you were dead. Joseph had thought he was ready for combat long before, but training was completely different from the real thing. You fuck up once in training, you get yelled at and possibly disciplined. In the Black Gale, you make a mistake and you die. If you're lucky, you just lose a limb or two. Many of his friends died during incursions into the Black Gale. Another day, more dead. Joseph tried to look on the bright side of things. Perhaps maybe a certain someone had died as well, who probably deserved it, but as such that person lived, which soured his mood further. But life moves on. If he lived past his fourth year, Joseph would be just a mere step from becoming a fully fledged gatekeeper. A shrill cry outside interrupted his thoughts and signaled his ride was here. Stepping out of his humble abode, Joseph gave the griffon a friendly pat as he jumped onto it's back. A while later, and he was at the Academy. As usual, the first years were crashing or making less than elegant landings. But it was to be expected. Joseph's first landing didn't exactly go as planned either, as he had fell off and skidded a good five feet before something. But he learned from his mistakes- It was better to let the griffon decide to land than trying to rush it along. His griffon landed gently onto the academy and lowered itself to allow Joseph off. He was late, but he knew the routine already. Joseph would have to get to the main hall at once, which he did promptly. No need to waste time gawking at botched landings.</s>
<\|description\|>Mors Rerum Age: 16 Appearance: Gift: Subjective Reality Bio: Mors (or just call him Death) has been alone since the day he was born. His Brothers despised him, his parents hated him, that's the reason he got his name. Death ran away from his home at a young age. Death is kind and caring. He will take on anything if it involves his friends. He also wields The Honjo Masamune. Neutral</s> <\|message\|>Kat Winters Welcome to waverly academy!</s> <\|message\|>Mors Rerum Mors walked in through the doors of the academy, amazed at how much work underwent into the academy. "Whew, this is on amazing academy. I wonder where everyone else is. I hope we all could get along. But if we can't then that's that. I should keep Masamune hidden, wouldn't want anyone to see me with it." He sheathed the sword into its scabbard, and his it in a red cloth. 'Now to find someone else at the academy.'</s> <\|message\|>Nadia Nut "Okay Nadia you can do this! Don't be nervous!" A girl of height 5'1 muttered to herself and clenched both her fists in front of her. It was her first day in this new academy. Ever since her parents found out of her abilities, they were disappointed. Then, they heard of this academy and both of them sighed, thinking that this academy would be best for her. "Making a new friend will be my goal for today" she smiled to herself and took her first few steps into the academy.</s> <\|message\|>Kiera Adams Kiera sipped on her grande sized mocha frappuccinno as she walked into the academy, her eyes darting around her nervously. There were so many foreign faces around her and she didn't know anyone here! That was one of her biggest gripes associated with moving into a new school, especially since she was expected to graduate from high school next year with her friends from back home. Then again, the letter of acceptance she held in her hands proved to be a blessing and she was expecting to find out the answers to her many questions in here. It appeared she wasn't the only one awestruck by the school. Kiera realized this as she made eye contact with a certain brown eyed brunette who had a bright smile on her face. @Nuttynad She definitely looked friendly!</s> <\|message\|>Nadia Nut Just as she had stepped into the academy, she had already made eye contact with another student. She was blonde and looked like a nice person. Nadia smiled at her, wondering if she should go over there and talk to her. Maybe say hi or something. Maybe she should introduce herself. Taking a deep breath, she went over to her and smiled. "H-hey!" She said, stuttering a little due to her nerves. "I'm Nadia" she smiled. @DFA</s> <\|message\|>Mors Rerum Mors walked up to the two girls talking with each other. He bowed a bit. "Hello there ladies, I am Mors, It means Death in Latin. Nice to meet you" More looked at them and "scanned" them quickly. "Judging by your looks, you are also students here correct?"</s> <\|message\|>Kat Winters "Welcome to Waverly Academy you have been accepted to attend and learn how to control your gift..." Kat toss the letter on the bench and sat down waiting for a taxi. She couldn't believe she got in and was nervous about going. She got in the taxi and headed to the school with her bag and a photo of her family the corner burnt off. Sighing she put her head back and close her eyes to relax and when she woke she was at the school. She got out and walk up and went to find her dorm. Off to the side some students were watching for newbies and seeing what ones is more to the dark side. They notice Kat but turn their heads back to watching. She headed into the school and walk down the hallway and stopped to look at pictures of past students and the founders of the school.</s> <\|message\|>Nadia Nut Nadia turned her head to see the new person that was talking to them. She smiled at him and nodded her head. "It's nice to meet you too Mors" she said and reached out her hand for a handshake. "And yeah we're students here" she continued. Maybe this person will become her friend as well. Two friends at once. That's quite an accomplishment for her.</s> <\|message\|>Mors Rerum Mors shakes hands with the girl. He enjoyed the company. "So, I'm doing this small research experiment, I am researching the power that we have been given. Therefore if possible could you tell me what yours is, I would like to know. I want to know what 4th dimensional party is at work, in other words, what we would call "God"."</s> <\|message\|>Nadia Nut "Uhmm I can only create holes and then cover them up afterwards" she said with a soft laugh. Not many people actually liked her power. In fact her parents sent her here in hopes that her power would be something that they can brag about. "What's yours?" she asked, looking at the two people that she had decided to befriend.</s> <\|message\|>Kiera Adams Kiera took another deep sip from her frappuccino, reaching the bottom quickly and noisily sucking at the remnants of the caffeinated delicacy for a good moment or two. When she was done she sighed contentedly and disposed of her trash in a nearby trash bin. She glanced at the two of them, "Uh...don't judge me, but it was pretty refreshing..." Kiera cleared her throat. She casted a glance to each of her companions, listening as they conversed. Nadia explained her powers and Kiera nodded her head, taking in the information.</s> <\|message\|>Mors Rerum Mors looked up from his notepad. "My Power is pretty dangerous, its name is Subjective Reality, it is the power to blur the line between the boundary of fantasy and reality, in short, I can create, decreate or basically do anything. But I can only use it for Ten minutes. The other thing I can do which isn't technically a power, I wield the Honjo Masamune, one of the most sacred relics, or ancient sword, from my country."</s> <\|message\|>Michael Len Michael Len walked into the academy grounds, yawning as he looked around. He had gone to bed quite late the night before so he was still feeling groggy. He noticed the students talking around but all he really wanted to do was to find his class room and then sleep some more. He headed into the school building, looking around as he walked, feeling lost. He finally saw a redheaded student looking at a picture hanging from the wall and walked up to her. "Hi, good morning! Do you know the layout of this building? I'm new here and can't find my classroom." He said before covering his mouth as he yawned again.</s> <\|message\|>Kat Winters Kat look over at micheal and smile softly. "I'm new to I don't know my way around but we could help each other" she took her paper out and look at it. "Um I think we should find your dorm first cause their aren't classes today" she giggle</s> <\|message\|>Michael Len Michael nodded, looking around. "I wonder where it is..." He said before she mentioned that there weren't classes that day. He had to hold back a yawn as he replied. "I know but since everyone is arriving today I just figured it would be too noisy. I want to sleep for a while, so the classroom should be just perfect." He added before moving to her side and looking at the paper she held. "But if you're looking for the dorm I'll keep you company." He added, smiling at her.</s> <\|message\|>Nadia Nut "Honjo Masamune?" Nadia asked, curiously. "Your power sure sounds interesting" she said with a smile. "What does it feel like when you use it? Do you get affected by it?"</s> <\|message\|>Mors Rerum "Yes, The Honjo Masamume, is an ancient sword created by the greatest Swordsmith in Japan, it was also his best sword, the Honjo Masamune has many mysterious powers behind it. It was passed down through the main family of Shogun. As for Subjective Reality, it feels exhilarating, like if I was traveling through time and space. As for If I get affected by it, no I don't." Mors put his hands together, and began separating them slowly, creating a Black Hole. "This is part of what Subjective Reality can do, I just created a miniature Black Hole" Mors clapped his hands together and the Black Hole disappeared. "How do you like it?"</s> <\|message\|>Nadia Nut "Woaahh" Nadia said, her eyes wide as he demonstrated his power. She clapped, amazed. "It looks really cool" she said, smiling at him. "This is all I can do" she said. She stepped backwards and raised her hand above the ground. She stared at it for a while and a small but deep hole appeared. And then it disappeared. "That's basically it" she said and stepped forward again.</s> <\|message\|>Mors Rerum "That could be pretty useful, like if you need a quick escape and many other uses. This power of mine, trust me you should be happy that you don't have this power." Mors said smiling.</s> <\|message\|>Kiera Adams "That sort of power..." Kiera felt almost insignificant in comparison to Mors's abilities. "Well, I can temporarily turn intangible and walk through walls or objects. Kinda like a ghost if you believe in that sort of stuff" she said.</s> <\|message\|>Mors Rerum "Of course I believe In ghosts, I've had a few skirmishes with them before, nothing major. Intangibility huh, thats actually a pretty amazing power, you could walk through different dimensions, become something like a drawing on a wall, you dont feel heat, so you could walk through a volcano. So yeah it's actually pretty cool." Mors said</s> <\|message\|>Nadia Nut "That's pretty cool" she smiled at the girl. "How does it feel when you walk through stuff? Like does it tickle or it feels nothing when you do walk through it?" She continued, curiously b</s> <\|message\|>Kat Winters Kat giggle and smile at him. "That is true it will be noisy" she giggle and pick her bags up and nodded. "Ya I would love for you to join me" she smile at him with a flirty smile.</s> <\|message\|>Michael Len Michael saw Kat's smile and nodded. "Okay then, let's look for the dorms!" He said, motioning for her to follow and leading her out of the classroom building. He stopped, looking around, and then started walking around once he saw a good place to relax, not really interested in finding the dorms just yet. "I just realized, I haven't introduced myself or asked your name. I'm Michael Len." He said, bowing his head at her.</s> <\|message\|>Kiera Adams "Ah! Well it actually feels pretty weird. Kinda like when you're at the pool and you're on the diving board, then you jump in and you enter the water head first." Kiera said. "I get the chills when I think about it because it defies what they teach you in schools." The blonde gestured to the red brick wall that lined the hallway, "We all know most walls are solid and you normally can't pass through them on your own. That's how they're meant to be at least..." Kiera walked up to the wall and put her hand against it. She stood there for a second before turning translucent and she then stuck her arm into the wall. "But then you have somebody like me, somebody who can bypass these walls...I don't even know how or why I'm able do it. I just know I can." She said, bringing her arm back out of the wall and returning to normal. "I have a lot of questions and I'm hoping I can at least find some answers here. Was I granted these powers from a third party? If so, then why? Why me? Just last year I was just your everyday basic blonde chick who frequented Starbucks...eh well, I still do..." She quickly shook her head and then exclaimed, "well, you know what I mean!" Kiera sighed. "Sorry, I got carried away. I tend to do that sometimes."</s> <\|message\|>Nadia Nut Nadia laughed and smiled at her. "It's alright, I tend to get carried away myself. Anyway, your power looks rather cool! I hope the three of us are in the same class, it would be nice if we were" she said, smiling at the two of them.</s>	<\|message\|>Mors Rerum Mors nodded. "Of course, I do hope so...Say, what would you like to do today, as a group seeing as there is no classes today, I figured we should do something fun together at least." Mors suggested. He had something in mind but wanted to see what they would say first.</s>
<\|description\|>Nadia Nut Age: 16 Appearance: Gift: She can make holes appear anywhere, any size she wants and how deep the hole can be. After creating the hole, she can cover it up as well. Her gift can be developed as the roleplay goes on :3 Bio: She loves cookies and likes to bake for her friends. A little bit of an airhead and can be really positive. Neutral</s> <\|message\|>Kat Winters Welcome to waverly academy!</s> <\|message\|>Mors Rerum Mors walked in through the doors of the academy, amazed at how much work underwent into the academy. "Whew, this is on amazing academy. I wonder where everyone else is. I hope we all could get along. But if we can't then that's that. I should keep Masamune hidden, wouldn't want anyone to see me with it." He sheathed the sword into its scabbard, and his it in a red cloth. 'Now to find someone else at the academy.'</s> <\|message\|>Nadia Nut "Okay Nadia you can do this! Don't be nervous!" A girl of height 5'1 muttered to herself and clenched both her fists in front of her. It was her first day in this new academy. Ever since her parents found out of her abilities, they were disappointed. Then, they heard of this academy and both of them sighed, thinking that this academy would be best for her. "Making a new friend will be my goal for today" she smiled to herself and took her first few steps into the academy.</s> <\|message\|>Kiera Adams Kiera sipped on her grande sized mocha frappuccinno as she walked into the academy, her eyes darting around her nervously. There were so many foreign faces around her and she didn't know anyone here! That was one of her biggest gripes associated with moving into a new school, especially since she was expected to graduate from high school next year with her friends from back home. Then again, the letter of acceptance she held in her hands proved to be a blessing and she was expecting to find out the answers to her many questions in here. It appeared she wasn't the only one awestruck by the school. Kiera realized this as she made eye contact with a certain brown eyed brunette who had a bright smile on her face. @Nuttynad She definitely looked friendly!</s> <\|message\|>Nadia Nut Just as she had stepped into the academy, she had already made eye contact with another student. She was blonde and looked like a nice person. Nadia smiled at her, wondering if she should go over there and talk to her. Maybe say hi or something. Maybe she should introduce herself. Taking a deep breath, she went over to her and smiled. "H-hey!" She said, stuttering a little due to her nerves. "I'm Nadia" she smiled. @DFA</s> <\|message\|>Mors Rerum Mors walked up to the two girls talking with each other. He bowed a bit. "Hello there ladies, I am Mors, It means Death in Latin. Nice to meet you" More looked at them and "scanned" them quickly. "Judging by your looks, you are also students here correct?"</s> <\|message\|>Kat Winters "Welcome to Waverly Academy you have been accepted to attend and learn how to control your gift..." Kat toss the letter on the bench and sat down waiting for a taxi. She couldn't believe she got in and was nervous about going. She got in the taxi and headed to the school with her bag and a photo of her family the corner burnt off. Sighing she put her head back and close her eyes to relax and when she woke she was at the school. She got out and walk up and went to find her dorm. Off to the side some students were watching for newbies and seeing what ones is more to the dark side. They notice Kat but turn their heads back to watching. She headed into the school and walk down the hallway and stopped to look at pictures of past students and the founders of the school.</s> <\|message\|>Nadia Nut Nadia turned her head to see the new person that was talking to them. She smiled at him and nodded her head. "It's nice to meet you too Mors" she said and reached out her hand for a handshake. "And yeah we're students here" she continued. Maybe this person will become her friend as well. Two friends at once. That's quite an accomplishment for her.</s> <\|message\|>Mors Rerum Mors shakes hands with the girl. He enjoyed the company. "So, I'm doing this small research experiment, I am researching the power that we have been given. Therefore if possible could you tell me what yours is, I would like to know. I want to know what 4th dimensional party is at work, in other words, what we would call "God"."</s> <\|message\|>Nadia Nut "Uhmm I can only create holes and then cover them up afterwards" she said with a soft laugh. Not many people actually liked her power. In fact her parents sent her here in hopes that her power would be something that they can brag about. "What's yours?" she asked, looking at the two people that she had decided to befriend.</s> <\|message\|>Kiera Adams Kiera took another deep sip from her frappuccino, reaching the bottom quickly and noisily sucking at the remnants of the caffeinated delicacy for a good moment or two. When she was done she sighed contentedly and disposed of her trash in a nearby trash bin. She glanced at the two of them, "Uh...don't judge me, but it was pretty refreshing..." Kiera cleared her throat. She casted a glance to each of her companions, listening as they conversed. Nadia explained her powers and Kiera nodded her head, taking in the information.</s> <\|message\|>Mors Rerum Mors looked up from his notepad. "My Power is pretty dangerous, its name is Subjective Reality, it is the power to blur the line between the boundary of fantasy and reality, in short, I can create, decreate or basically do anything. But I can only use it for Ten minutes. The other thing I can do which isn't technically a power, I wield the Honjo Masamune, one of the most sacred relics, or ancient sword, from my country."</s> <\|message\|>Michael Len Michael Len walked into the academy grounds, yawning as he looked around. He had gone to bed quite late the night before so he was still feeling groggy. He noticed the students talking around but all he really wanted to do was to find his class room and then sleep some more. He headed into the school building, looking around as he walked, feeling lost. He finally saw a redheaded student looking at a picture hanging from the wall and walked up to her. "Hi, good morning! Do you know the layout of this building? I'm new here and can't find my classroom." He said before covering his mouth as he yawned again.</s> <\|message\|>Kat Winters Kat look over at micheal and smile softly. "I'm new to I don't know my way around but we could help each other" she took her paper out and look at it. "Um I think we should find your dorm first cause their aren't classes today" she giggle</s> <\|message\|>Michael Len Michael nodded, looking around. "I wonder where it is..." He said before she mentioned that there weren't classes that day. He had to hold back a yawn as he replied. "I know but since everyone is arriving today I just figured it would be too noisy. I want to sleep for a while, so the classroom should be just perfect." He added before moving to her side and looking at the paper she held. "But if you're looking for the dorm I'll keep you company." He added, smiling at her.</s> <\|message\|>Nadia Nut "Honjo Masamune?" Nadia asked, curiously. "Your power sure sounds interesting" she said with a smile. "What does it feel like when you use it? Do you get affected by it?"</s> <\|message\|>Mors Rerum "Yes, The Honjo Masamume, is an ancient sword created by the greatest Swordsmith in Japan, it was also his best sword, the Honjo Masamune has many mysterious powers behind it. It was passed down through the main family of Shogun. As for Subjective Reality, it feels exhilarating, like if I was traveling through time and space. As for If I get affected by it, no I don't." Mors put his hands together, and began separating them slowly, creating a Black Hole. "This is part of what Subjective Reality can do, I just created a miniature Black Hole" Mors clapped his hands together and the Black Hole disappeared. "How do you like it?"</s> <\|message\|>Nadia Nut "Woaahh" Nadia said, her eyes wide as he demonstrated his power. She clapped, amazed. "It looks really cool" she said, smiling at him. "This is all I can do" she said. She stepped backwards and raised her hand above the ground. She stared at it for a while and a small but deep hole appeared. And then it disappeared. "That's basically it" she said and stepped forward again.</s> <\|message\|>Mors Rerum "That could be pretty useful, like if you need a quick escape and many other uses. This power of mine, trust me you should be happy that you don't have this power." Mors said smiling.</s> <\|message\|>Kiera Adams "That sort of power..." Kiera felt almost insignificant in comparison to Mors's abilities. "Well, I can temporarily turn intangible and walk through walls or objects. Kinda like a ghost if you believe in that sort of stuff" she said.</s> <\|message\|>Mors Rerum "Of course I believe In ghosts, I've had a few skirmishes with them before, nothing major. Intangibility huh, thats actually a pretty amazing power, you could walk through different dimensions, become something like a drawing on a wall, you dont feel heat, so you could walk through a volcano. So yeah it's actually pretty cool." Mors said</s> <\|message\|>Nadia Nut "That's pretty cool" she smiled at the girl. "How does it feel when you walk through stuff? Like does it tickle or it feels nothing when you do walk through it?" She continued, curiously b</s> <\|message\|>Kat Winters Kat giggle and smile at him. "That is true it will be noisy" she giggle and pick her bags up and nodded. "Ya I would love for you to join me" she smile at him with a flirty smile.</s> <\|message\|>Michael Len Michael saw Kat's smile and nodded. "Okay then, let's look for the dorms!" He said, motioning for her to follow and leading her out of the classroom building. He stopped, looking around, and then started walking around once he saw a good place to relax, not really interested in finding the dorms just yet. "I just realized, I haven't introduced myself or asked your name. I'm Michael Len." He said, bowing his head at her.</s> <\|message\|>Kiera Adams "Ah! Well it actually feels pretty weird. Kinda like when you're at the pool and you're on the diving board, then you jump in and you enter the water head first." Kiera said. "I get the chills when I think about it because it defies what they teach you in schools." The blonde gestured to the red brick wall that lined the hallway, "We all know most walls are solid and you normally can't pass through them on your own. That's how they're meant to be at least..." Kiera walked up to the wall and put her hand against it. She stood there for a second before turning translucent and she then stuck her arm into the wall. "But then you have somebody like me, somebody who can bypass these walls...I don't even know how or why I'm able do it. I just know I can." She said, bringing her arm back out of the wall and returning to normal. "I have a lot of questions and I'm hoping I can at least find some answers here. Was I granted these powers from a third party? If so, then why? Why me? Just last year I was just your everyday basic blonde chick who frequented Starbucks...eh well, I still do..." She quickly shook her head and then exclaimed, "well, you know what I mean!" Kiera sighed. "Sorry, I got carried away. I tend to do that sometimes."</s> <\|message\|>Nadia Nut Nadia laughed and smiled at her. "It's alright, I tend to get carried away myself. Anyway, your power looks rather cool! I hope the three of us are in the same class, it would be nice if we were" she said, smiling at the two of them.</s> <\|message\|>Mors Rerum Mors nodded. "Of course, I do hope so...Say, what would you like to do today, as a group seeing as there is no classes today, I figured we should do something fun together at least." Mors suggested. He had something in mind but wanted to see what they would say first.</s>	<\|message\|>Nadia Nut "Hmm, well I was thinking of touring the school, finding all the possible shortcuts there could be" Nadia said, thinking about it. "Then afterwards I was thinking of going to see the dorms. What about you two?"</s>
<\|description\|>Michael Len Going to give this one a try. Age: 16 Appearance: Gift: Gravity manipulation. Michael can manipulate, create or nullify gravity in different locations of his choosing. He uses these invisible "gravity spheres" for many things, such as flight, augmenting or decreasing the weight of objects and even during fights to make his enemies lose their footing or pin them by increasing local gravity many times over. Bio: He was born to a middle class family but his father was killed in a home invasion. After that, his mother worked herself to death, trying to support him and his sick grandparents. He was sent to the academy after the death of his mother and he's been a lone soul without a purpose thus far. Alignment: Middle ground / undecided.</s> <\|message\|>Kiera Adams "Well! That's not too bad of an idea! I just hope we don't run into anyone or anything crazy today, I'm not exactly ready to deal with that yet. I'll go with you though." She paused and then her face brightened up. "Oh, I don't think I introduced myself. I'm Kiera!" She quipped. "And you were Nadia and Smores right? Who names their kid after a campfire snack anyways?" Kiera said, pointing to each of them.</s> <\|message\|>Mors Rerum "Actually its not smores, its Mors meaning Death..Nice to meet you Kiera..Yeah we should tour the school a bit, who knows what "secret" passages there may be." Mors said. He disliked hearing the word family, it was his least favorite word. "We should start by the library."</s> <\|message\|>Nadia Nut "It's nice to meet you Kiera" Nadia smiled at her and she nodded in agreement with Mors. "Alright, let's go there then" she said. "Do you know where it is? Is there a map of the school or something.."</s> <\|message\|>Rika Rika felt the crunch as her boot smashed into the man's face. She didn't have time for this; she was supposed to be going somewhere when this asshole had decided he liked the look of her. She had warned him, but they never listened, not when it was a sixteen-year-old girl talking, so she had kicked him, first in the nuts, then the face. The guy staggered backwards, and Rika, glancing at his watch, growled in frustration, she was gonna be late. Damn, damn, damn, damn. Hurrying out of the alley and down another she ran as fast as she could towards the school. Skidding to a halt and gasping for air, Rika looked up, hearing music drifting on the wind, she grinned, she loved music, following the sound she found a boy sitting on the steps playing a guitar. Plopping down next to him Rika closed her eyes. Letting the sound wash over her.</s> <\|message\|>Kat Winters She nodded and wave her hand to make the fire ball go away but it got bigger. "It not going away" she cried having a panic attack. She back up from him scared to hurt him.</s> <\|message\|>Michael Len Michael frowned, standing on the bench and pointing his hand at her. "Calm down, Kat." He said, loud enough so that she would hear him but in a soothing tone. "Let me get it." He added, turning his hand palm up. He caught the sphere in an gravity field, pulling it away from her, then nullified gravity in and around it when it was about 5 meters in the air. In the nullified gravity the fire behaved strangely, almost like a living being, turning into a perfect sphere before moving like a jellyfish for a couple of seconds before dying out, right as the oxygen ran out in the gravity field Michael had created for it. He smiled and looked back at Kat, jumping down from the bench and towards her. "Are you okay?"</s> <\|message\|>Tyler Walter Tyler was still looking around until he found a library which he loved since books aren't electronics. He enjoyed reading them, he like the horror and thriller kind of books. They seem more interesting than the other boring books that were in there. But he reads those too since there's nothing better to do other than sleeping. He also loved how libraries are always quiet and peaceful so he decided to rest there for now while reading a small book to pass the time.</s> <\|message\|>Kat Winters Kat watch him and step back sat down breathing hard. She panted and close her eyes nodded slowly. "Just need a second" tears fell she held her head between her legs. Then finally look up at him. "I'm sorry. I can't control it and I'm scared of it scared to hurt anyone and I panic and I don't know why I'm here. There gunna kick me out cause somehow someone will catch on fire and it will be my fault and and I'm just scared" she said soflfg tears falling</s> <\|message\|>Michael Len He sighed and shook his head, placing his hand on her shoulder and giving it a soft squeeze. "Don't be silly, you're here to learn how to control your powers. We all are." He said before reaching into his pocket for a handkerchief and giving it to her. "Here you go. Now cheer up, nothing bad happened, and you can just try to learn some of the exercises I was taught. That might help you control your powers." He added, standing up and offering her his hand to help her up.</s> <\|message\|>Kat Winters She smile and took his hand stood. "Thanks your amazing" she brush her pants off and look at him. "I would love to know those excerses but right now I'm starving shall we go to the cafe?" She smile at him</s> <\|message\|>Mors Rerum "I was hoping you guys knew where it was..." Mors said as he began to walk around. He stopped suddenly, he was looking at the map of the school. 'Left, right, right straight..Got it.' Mors looked at the girls giving them a hand signal as to follow him. He summoned some copies of the map using his ability. He gave one to each of them. "Here we are, the least important place in the school. The Library. Honestly, I don't think a library does us any good, well then, shall we go inside?" Mors asked.</s> <\|message\|>Michael Len He smiled at her as well and nodded. "You're welcome. And yeah, I'm starving, too." He said before taking a quick look around, then at her again. "Sooo... where's the cafeteria?" He asked, being completely loss in the school grounds at the moment.</s> <\|message\|>Nadia Nut "Least important place? What makes you say that?" Nadia asked, rather surprised that he said that. She always did love going to the library to read books and to do her research for school projects. They went inside and Nadia looked around, amazed by how big it was.</s> <\|message\|>Kiera Adams The library itself was truly remarkable. There were large shelves stocked with volumes of books and archives of assorted references on various subjects. The vast library had two floors to it, both floors boasting aisles of shelves as far as the eye could see. At the center of the first floor, you could see a circular area populated with tables and chairs and...and large bean bags laid out on the floor around the tables. A lone student was reading at a table, but it appeared as he was on the verge of napping rather than reading the book he held in his hands. @Ancient Amen As they walked in, Kiera made eye contact with a mousy looking brunette female at the check out/check in counter. A second year serving as the librarian's assistant. The librarian herself had her own office located nearby. "Knowledge is power and knowing is half the battle, or at least I think that's how the saying goes. Really, I feel that a library could be used as a weapon, especially this one. I mean, take a look around, it's so huge! I guarantee you that you could find a book on any subject you wanted to. Least important place? Pfft, surely you jest Sir Smores!" Kiera said with sarcasm laced at the end, but it was lighthearted and harmless.</s> <\|message\|>Mors Rerum "Libraries are dangerous, they are the place where you can either find your best friend or your worst enemy. What's the point of a library if you know almost everything, almost." Mors said while reminiscing of his past. He walked in. "I have got to say, this library's structure is perfect, that is the only thing that amuses me." Mors said under his breath.</s> <\|message\|>Nadia Nut "Well, you can't be sure that you know almost everything, I mean, what about the things that happened really long ago?" Nadia said, looking at Mors. "But the knowledge we get here how one person uses it is another matter of course" She said with a smile. She looked around and noticed that not many people were there.</s> <\|message\|>Leo Hendrix From one direction, an expensive lookong car drove up to the gate. Even when she was angry, Auntie always provided the best. Scarlet got out of the car, frowning. Showing her wealthy status was uncomfortable to her, unlike her aunt. She got her tjings and entered the school. She saw someone and asked, "Excuse me, but I'm new here, is there a place I need to sign in or register at or is there someone I need to meet?" From another direction, a ttaxi pulled up to the school. Leo paid the man and got his things, a small grin on his face. He was a bit excited. He walked in the building and looked for someone who appeated to be in charge.</s> <\|message\|>Kat Winters "I'm guessing this way" kat pointed smile and hook arm with his. "Let's go I want a burger and fries I'm so hungry I could eat four and not gain a pound" she grin giggling as they walk in the cafe</s> <\|message\|>Rika Rika's eyes snapped open, she wasn't sure what had woken her but her fighting instincts were so deeply ingrained that the second she was awake she leapt to her feet, ready to lash out at any threat. Glancing round she found there was no threat, none at all. Lowering her hands which had automatically sprung up into a guard, she turned and headed inside, she had thought she was late, but gotten sidetracked as soon as she got there, damn that habit of hers. Her stomach growled, reminding her she had yet to eat today, and so, following her nose, she headed into the cafeteria; hoping there would be some food she could eat.</s> <\|message\|>Mors Rerum Mors found himself thinking. He knew about the battles of Long Ago already. His master participated in them, but he wouldn't tell them that. He looked around at the library, he sighed. "Anyways, I'll be headed towards the cafeteria, I'm hungry, so yeah, Anyways take your time here, if there are any secretive stuff, you could find it here." Mors waved at them and began making his way towards the cafeteria, his long drive here made him hungry. As he arrived at the cafeteria, he walked up to get his food. He got menma, and sat down.</s> <\|message\|>Michael Len Michael smiled, holding her arm closer to himself as she hooked it around his, then walked with her to the cafeteria. Once there they headed to the queue, though he was so distracted that he ended up bumping into another redheaded girl ahead of them. "Oops, sorry about that." He said, turning towards the girl and apologizing.</s> <\|message\|>Rika Rika stumbled, swinging round and bringing up her guard, ready for an attack. But the boy who had knocked into her had, …… apologized? So he wasn't looking for a fight? Rika lowered her hands, "It's okay." She replied. "Ummm……" she started nervously, "I have no idea what I'm doing, …… can you help? Please?" She hated admitting she was weak, or in this case that she was lost on what she was doing, but he looked friendly enough, and the girl next to him, who he'd linked arms with, a pretty girl with long fiery red hair, looked nice as well. @Zeratul2k</s> <\|message\|>Kat Winters @Zeratul2k Kat smile at the girl and put her hand up. "Whoa no fight" she smile friendly held micheal arm. "I'm kat this is micheal. Were gunna get food you want to join us?" She ask softly thinking maybe making friends won't be so bad here.</s> <\|message\|>Leo Hendrix Scarlet looked around until she noticed a white-blonde haired kid, maybe a year or two younger than her also looking lost. She walked up to him. "Hi. New here too?" Leo looked up at the orange-red haired girl with stylish clothes that spoke to him. "Uh, yeah. I'm Leo, Leo Hendrix. You?" He offered his hand hastily. Scarlet shook his hand. "Dane, Scarlet Dane. Would you like to come with me and find out where we're supposed to be?" Leo nodded. "Sure, I'd be happy to, Miss Scarlet." Scarlet snorted. "Please, none of that, I already get enough 'Miss Scarlet' and 'Miss Dane' from my aunt's friends. Just call me Scarlet." "Of course Scarlet," said Leo, and he started walking with his new companion around the school.</s> <\|message\|>Seth Quartz Seth appeared in the front of the school with a lifeless mood flying around him. He noticed to students conversating and walking towards the entrance. He wasn't a fan of that friendly crap....well unless your evil then you might have a chance at being his accomplice. He walked passed both of them bumping into Leo not apologizing and continued in the same direction. He opened the doors and normally walked through the halls. People gave him an odd stare because of how his eyes were pitch black and his pupils were a shinig yellow color. Some students got chills just by looking at him as if he was.....not dressed for the right occasion. Seth fashion on clothes was a couple of centurys old but he didn't care he liked the attire so if any one bad mouth him off they'd better be ready to meet their maker.</s> <\|message\|>Leo Hendrix Leo rubbed the back of his head and glared after the other boy. Who did he think he was? If he wanted, Leo could have shouted after him, or make the ground shake, or make an earthquake or mountain appear from underneath him... but he didn't. He had a better control of his temper and his powers like that. Besides, he didn't want to accidentally hurt Scarlet. He wasn't interested in her, she was too old for him, but she definitely seemed like friend material.</s>	<\|message\|>Michael Len Michael straightened as Rika turned around ready for a fight, relaxing once she realized he wasn't looking for one. "Yeah, sure." He said before Kat mentioned that they were going to get food. He didn't wait for Rika's answer, motioning towards the queue. "Come on, let's get to it, I'm starving!" He said with a grin, looking back at Kat and Rika. He picked out a big sandwich and orange juice, waiting for the girls before picking a table and sitting down.</s>
<\|description\|>Leo Hendrix Age: 15 Appearance: Gift: Geokinesis (earth powers) Bio: Leo is an only child and hugely intelligent, especially good at using technology. He got great grades and was a good kid, but his parents didn't really understand him. When he got his powers, they understood him even less. He has been going away to school to escape that. Good or bad side or in the middle: Good/Middle Name: Scarlet Dane Age: 17 Appearance: Gift: Hyalokinesis (glass powers) Bio: Originally born in Britain, Scarlet's parents died when she was young, leaving her in the care of her aunt. Her aunt is old-fashioned and wants Scarlet to marry well and keep up the reputation and social standing of the Dane family. When Scarlet developed her powers a few years ago, her aunt started sending her away to different schools for the gifted, trying to "fix" her. Scarlet is not interested in maintaining the social standing of the family or hiding or getting rid of her powers like her aunt wants, leading them to have had several fights over the last few years. Good or bad side or in the middle: Good/Middle</s> <\|message\|>Kiera Adams "Well! That's not too bad of an idea! I just hope we don't run into anyone or anything crazy today, I'm not exactly ready to deal with that yet. I'll go with you though." She paused and then her face brightened up. "Oh, I don't think I introduced myself. I'm Kiera!" She quipped. "And you were Nadia and Smores right? Who names their kid after a campfire snack anyways?" Kiera said, pointing to each of them.</s> <\|message\|>Mors Rerum "Actually its not smores, its Mors meaning Death..Nice to meet you Kiera..Yeah we should tour the school a bit, who knows what "secret" passages there may be." Mors said. He disliked hearing the word family, it was his least favorite word. "We should start by the library."</s> <\|message\|>Nadia Nut "It's nice to meet you Kiera" Nadia smiled at her and she nodded in agreement with Mors. "Alright, let's go there then" she said. "Do you know where it is? Is there a map of the school or something.."</s> <\|message\|>Rika Rika felt the crunch as her boot smashed into the man's face. She didn't have time for this; she was supposed to be going somewhere when this asshole had decided he liked the look of her. She had warned him, but they never listened, not when it was a sixteen-year-old girl talking, so she had kicked him, first in the nuts, then the face. The guy staggered backwards, and Rika, glancing at his watch, growled in frustration, she was gonna be late. Damn, damn, damn, damn. Hurrying out of the alley and down another she ran as fast as she could towards the school. Skidding to a halt and gasping for air, Rika looked up, hearing music drifting on the wind, she grinned, she loved music, following the sound she found a boy sitting on the steps playing a guitar. Plopping down next to him Rika closed her eyes. Letting the sound wash over her.</s> <\|message\|>Kat Winters She nodded and wave her hand to make the fire ball go away but it got bigger. "It not going away" she cried having a panic attack. She back up from him scared to hurt him.</s> <\|message\|>Michael Len Michael frowned, standing on the bench and pointing his hand at her. "Calm down, Kat." He said, loud enough so that she would hear him but in a soothing tone. "Let me get it." He added, turning his hand palm up. He caught the sphere in an gravity field, pulling it away from her, then nullified gravity in and around it when it was about 5 meters in the air. In the nullified gravity the fire behaved strangely, almost like a living being, turning into a perfect sphere before moving like a jellyfish for a couple of seconds before dying out, right as the oxygen ran out in the gravity field Michael had created for it. He smiled and looked back at Kat, jumping down from the bench and towards her. "Are you okay?"</s> <\|message\|>Tyler Walter Tyler was still looking around until he found a library which he loved since books aren't electronics. He enjoyed reading them, he like the horror and thriller kind of books. They seem more interesting than the other boring books that were in there. But he reads those too since there's nothing better to do other than sleeping. He also loved how libraries are always quiet and peaceful so he decided to rest there for now while reading a small book to pass the time.</s> <\|message\|>Kat Winters Kat watch him and step back sat down breathing hard. She panted and close her eyes nodded slowly. "Just need a second" tears fell she held her head between her legs. Then finally look up at him. "I'm sorry. I can't control it and I'm scared of it scared to hurt anyone and I panic and I don't know why I'm here. There gunna kick me out cause somehow someone will catch on fire and it will be my fault and and I'm just scared" she said soflfg tears falling</s> <\|message\|>Michael Len He sighed and shook his head, placing his hand on her shoulder and giving it a soft squeeze. "Don't be silly, you're here to learn how to control your powers. We all are." He said before reaching into his pocket for a handkerchief and giving it to her. "Here you go. Now cheer up, nothing bad happened, and you can just try to learn some of the exercises I was taught. That might help you control your powers." He added, standing up and offering her his hand to help her up.</s> <\|message\|>Kat Winters She smile and took his hand stood. "Thanks your amazing" she brush her pants off and look at him. "I would love to know those excerses but right now I'm starving shall we go to the cafe?" She smile at him</s> <\|message\|>Mors Rerum "I was hoping you guys knew where it was..." Mors said as he began to walk around. He stopped suddenly, he was looking at the map of the school. 'Left, right, right straight..Got it.' Mors looked at the girls giving them a hand signal as to follow him. He summoned some copies of the map using his ability. He gave one to each of them. "Here we are, the least important place in the school. The Library. Honestly, I don't think a library does us any good, well then, shall we go inside?" Mors asked.</s> <\|message\|>Michael Len He smiled at her as well and nodded. "You're welcome. And yeah, I'm starving, too." He said before taking a quick look around, then at her again. "Sooo... where's the cafeteria?" He asked, being completely loss in the school grounds at the moment.</s> <\|message\|>Nadia Nut "Least important place? What makes you say that?" Nadia asked, rather surprised that he said that. She always did love going to the library to read books and to do her research for school projects. They went inside and Nadia looked around, amazed by how big it was.</s> <\|message\|>Kiera Adams The library itself was truly remarkable. There were large shelves stocked with volumes of books and archives of assorted references on various subjects. The vast library had two floors to it, both floors boasting aisles of shelves as far as the eye could see. At the center of the first floor, you could see a circular area populated with tables and chairs and...and large bean bags laid out on the floor around the tables. A lone student was reading at a table, but it appeared as he was on the verge of napping rather than reading the book he held in his hands. @Ancient Amen As they walked in, Kiera made eye contact with a mousy looking brunette female at the check out/check in counter. A second year serving as the librarian's assistant. The librarian herself had her own office located nearby. "Knowledge is power and knowing is half the battle, or at least I think that's how the saying goes. Really, I feel that a library could be used as a weapon, especially this one. I mean, take a look around, it's so huge! I guarantee you that you could find a book on any subject you wanted to. Least important place? Pfft, surely you jest Sir Smores!" Kiera said with sarcasm laced at the end, but it was lighthearted and harmless.</s> <\|message\|>Mors Rerum "Libraries are dangerous, they are the place where you can either find your best friend or your worst enemy. What's the point of a library if you know almost everything, almost." Mors said while reminiscing of his past. He walked in. "I have got to say, this library's structure is perfect, that is the only thing that amuses me." Mors said under his breath.</s> <\|message\|>Nadia Nut "Well, you can't be sure that you know almost everything, I mean, what about the things that happened really long ago?" Nadia said, looking at Mors. "But the knowledge we get here how one person uses it is another matter of course" She said with a smile. She looked around and noticed that not many people were there.</s> <\|message\|>Leo Hendrix From one direction, an expensive lookong car drove up to the gate. Even when she was angry, Auntie always provided the best. Scarlet got out of the car, frowning. Showing her wealthy status was uncomfortable to her, unlike her aunt. She got her tjings and entered the school. She saw someone and asked, "Excuse me, but I'm new here, is there a place I need to sign in or register at or is there someone I need to meet?" From another direction, a ttaxi pulled up to the school. Leo paid the man and got his things, a small grin on his face. He was a bit excited. He walked in the building and looked for someone who appeated to be in charge.</s> <\|message\|>Kat Winters "I'm guessing this way" kat pointed smile and hook arm with his. "Let's go I want a burger and fries I'm so hungry I could eat four and not gain a pound" she grin giggling as they walk in the cafe</s> <\|message\|>Rika Rika's eyes snapped open, she wasn't sure what had woken her but her fighting instincts were so deeply ingrained that the second she was awake she leapt to her feet, ready to lash out at any threat. Glancing round she found there was no threat, none at all. Lowering her hands which had automatically sprung up into a guard, she turned and headed inside, she had thought she was late, but gotten sidetracked as soon as she got there, damn that habit of hers. Her stomach growled, reminding her she had yet to eat today, and so, following her nose, she headed into the cafeteria; hoping there would be some food she could eat.</s> <\|message\|>Mors Rerum Mors found himself thinking. He knew about the battles of Long Ago already. His master participated in them, but he wouldn't tell them that. He looked around at the library, he sighed. "Anyways, I'll be headed towards the cafeteria, I'm hungry, so yeah, Anyways take your time here, if there are any secretive stuff, you could find it here." Mors waved at them and began making his way towards the cafeteria, his long drive here made him hungry. As he arrived at the cafeteria, he walked up to get his food. He got menma, and sat down.</s> <\|message\|>Michael Len Michael smiled, holding her arm closer to himself as she hooked it around his, then walked with her to the cafeteria. Once there they headed to the queue, though he was so distracted that he ended up bumping into another redheaded girl ahead of them. "Oops, sorry about that." He said, turning towards the girl and apologizing.</s> <\|message\|>Rika Rika stumbled, swinging round and bringing up her guard, ready for an attack. But the boy who had knocked into her had, …… apologized? So he wasn't looking for a fight? Rika lowered her hands, "It's okay." She replied. "Ummm……" she started nervously, "I have no idea what I'm doing, …… can you help? Please?" She hated admitting she was weak, or in this case that she was lost on what she was doing, but he looked friendly enough, and the girl next to him, who he'd linked arms with, a pretty girl with long fiery red hair, looked nice as well. @Zeratul2k</s> <\|message\|>Kat Winters @Zeratul2k Kat smile at the girl and put her hand up. "Whoa no fight" she smile friendly held micheal arm. "I'm kat this is micheal. Were gunna get food you want to join us?" She ask softly thinking maybe making friends won't be so bad here.</s> <\|message\|>Leo Hendrix Scarlet looked around until she noticed a white-blonde haired kid, maybe a year or two younger than her also looking lost. She walked up to him. "Hi. New here too?" Leo looked up at the orange-red haired girl with stylish clothes that spoke to him. "Uh, yeah. I'm Leo, Leo Hendrix. You?" He offered his hand hastily. Scarlet shook his hand. "Dane, Scarlet Dane. Would you like to come with me and find out where we're supposed to be?" Leo nodded. "Sure, I'd be happy to, Miss Scarlet." Scarlet snorted. "Please, none of that, I already get enough 'Miss Scarlet' and 'Miss Dane' from my aunt's friends. Just call me Scarlet." "Of course Scarlet," said Leo, and he started walking with his new companion around the school.</s> <\|message\|>Seth Quartz Seth appeared in the front of the school with a lifeless mood flying around him. He noticed to students conversating and walking towards the entrance. He wasn't a fan of that friendly crap....well unless your evil then you might have a chance at being his accomplice. He walked passed both of them bumping into Leo not apologizing and continued in the same direction. He opened the doors and normally walked through the halls. People gave him an odd stare because of how his eyes were pitch black and his pupils were a shinig yellow color. Some students got chills just by looking at him as if he was.....not dressed for the right occasion. Seth fashion on clothes was a couple of centurys old but he didn't care he liked the attire so if any one bad mouth him off they'd better be ready to meet their maker.</s>	<\|message\|>Leo Hendrix Leo rubbed the back of his head and glared after the other boy. Who did he think he was? If he wanted, Leo could have shouted after him, or make the ground shake, or make an earthquake or mountain appear from underneath him... but he didn't. He had a better control of his temper and his powers like that. Besides, he didn't want to accidentally hurt Scarlet. He wasn't interested in her, she was too old for him, but she definitely seemed like friend material.</s>
<\|description\|>Devin Coal 17 Appearance Personality Serious and quiet, interested in security and peaceful living. Extremely thorough, responsible, and dependable. Well-developed powers of concentration. Usually interested in supporting and promoting traditions and establishments. Well-organized and hard working, he will work steadily towards identified goals. Can usually accomplish any task once his mind is set on it. Pre-Transport Story During his time in the modern world Devin had a scripted life considering his status. He was the son of the Canadian ambassador to the United States. He played hockey while enjoying other sports and activities. He was successful in his studies and enjoyed a level of popularity. Post-Transport Story Hero Object - Fox Armor Hero Object Personality Logical, original, creative thinker. Can become very excited about theories and ideas. Exceptionally capable and driven to turn theories into clear understandings. Highly value knowledge, competence and logic. Quiet and reserved, hard to get to know well. Individualistic, having no interest in leading or following others. Other * Devin has a love of string instruments. * He has an Ipod that, when healing magic is applied to it can reach a full charge. * He was transported with his digital camera and has been trying to develop its film.</s> <\|message\|>Anthony Abandanato Anthony stood and brushed himself off looking the king in the eye. "Thank you." He said, still sounding somewhat defiant. "Is that the way you're going to treat him? He saved your life." Gaius said, a hint of anger to his voice. Anthony just ignored the voice, which only served to annoy his hero object even more, waving off the hangers on who wanted to get to know the outlaw even more now that he was a free man he strode across the room and looked to the girl and her own hangers on, the voice of her own artifacts being heard as if he was listening to his own "We are not alone all three of them have a object, and are you going to talk to me?" Gaius asked Anthony, who said nothing to him assuring that he was ignoring the object. Finally the noise became to much to bare so he grabbed a plate of food, and left the party wandering into a much more quieter courtyard. He sat thinking about the king and the fact he spared his life, while he was grateful he felt like the king was going to ask something of him that was going to cause trouble and bring nothing but pain. After all he didn't just call them out here to say "Hi" He was going to use them and he knew it, he didn't doubt that he would figure out how and why tonight. He grabbed something from his plate and chewed on it thoughtfully. "What do you think, Gaius?" He asked, finally acknowledging the voice within his object but it seemed to be Gaius' turn to ignore him. With a sigh he looked to the sky as if something would fall from it and give him the answer he was looking for.</s> <\|message\|>Volker "Stargrazer" Prowse Volker frenziedly consumed as many of the refreshments he could, almost as if they would vanish if he stopped devouring them. The swordsman halted when he felt all that he put in his mouth hit his stomach and sensed that if he ate anymore his stomach would rip. Oh well... He was satisfied for now and turned his back on all the food so he could observe his surroundings. As luck would have it, quite a bit of commotion was going on when he did; some man was being dragged across the floor by the guards and placed at the feet of the king. Volker instinctively strode over to see what was the cause of the unrest and discovered that the man that was lugged around was also a hero (and an absolved bandit.) He was curious as to what exactly he did as a bandit but his thoughts of what bandits do were disrupted by the king's talking. My captain has informed me that you all come from the same home. It is understandable that you all have much to catch up on. Volker replayed the sentences in his heads a few moments. He did not want to recall what existed before Alma Terra. Even if he didn't, when he looked over his fellow heroes he saw one frozen in place, his stillness bothered him for whatever reason. He is like a statue... but statues are created to stay still and he wasn't.... Volker impulsively tackled him and the still man was no longer just that. "Wow! Hello?" the 'injured' party said, somewhat surprised. Both him and Volker were on their asses as Kirk looked him over, trying to identify who he was. Volker laughed childishly for a few seconds before facing the person he tackled. Astraeus sighed within its sheath as Volker stood up and offered to help the stranger up. He laughed a bit himself then grabbed his hand and stood up. "Howdy! What's your name stranger?" Volker barely managed to inquire while chuckling. "Name's Kirk! How about you?" he asked while extending his hand out. "Volker Prowse." he eagerly shook his hand with a smile. "Would you like me to introduce myself formally or informally?" "Whichever'll help me keep this smile longer." Kirk grabbed his staff off of his back by the center and pulled it forward, and then slammed the butt on the ground. Volker dully noted the staff's appearance, it was very rusty and atop of it a dragon was engraved. "Ello there, Hero." the small dragon spoke, turning and twisting its head towards Volker. The swordsman was caught a bit off guard by a talking dragon but found it cool nonetheless. "This is Destoc, and I'm one of your ol' classmates from last year. We didn't talk much, but it looks like thats gonna change a bit!" Volker's grin faltered a bit. He did not like to be reminded of what once was and he was unfortunately surrounded by reminders of the boring reality that he used to live in. By the end of Kirk's introduction his smirk resumed its original appearance. "What is it that you did between then and now?" Volker asked, genuinely wondering what it is his fellow heroes did during their year. "What I did? Well, to tell you the truth I honestly didn't do all that much. I ain't some famous rebel, nor as well known as a few of the other heroes might be. In all truth, I was usually too scared most of the time to try anything big. I'm a coward through and through! However, I hate to say it now, but I also have blood on my hands. The blood of scum, but still, I've killed people in the last year." He hesitated for a second, but then resumed speaking. " However, I can say that I don't fully regret any actions I've taken. You? Volker cringed at the thought of killing any other being. "I've spent majority of my time in a small civilization not too far from the city. I studied the stars... I've never actually had to... ya know." "What were they like? Take it they were a peaceful bunch? "Not peaceful, just too ill-equipped to fight." his grin twitched. Did they get into many of em?" He still grinned and merrily replied, "Plenty of them."</s> <\|message\|>Robyn Silverman Rayne doesn't care if she hurt her feelings. He hurt her a long time ago. She peers over his shoulder and sees the rebel, Anthony or whatever, walking off. She says, "Excuse me" before following him out into the night. She follows closely behind him. For some reason, she is infatuated with how he is, how hostile he is. She has never really met anyone like him before. He asks, "What do you think, Gaius?" It is obvious that he is talking to his object, but there is no response. Rayne bravely says, "I think you're hiding from the rest of us." She walks over to him. "You will have to get used to us at some time. I apologize for snapping earlier. It has been a rough couple days."</s> <\|message\|>Hector Faust Giving the crowds his most sincere smile, Faust let out a boisterous laugh as they closed in with their questions for the heroes. He attempted to pay the others little mind, they were reminders of something he didn't want to think about right now. To distract himself, he decided to engage the audience, answering all the questions about his time on Alma Terra with an added theatrical flair. The favored story, and one he told with fervent intensity to draw in his listeners, was the tale of his victory in the Grand Arena of Thirdain. Entering as an anonymous foreigner one year ago, he had risen to claim the championship and the prize money. In one round of the tournament he had even bested four men at once, incapacitating the final opponent on foot after he was unhorsed. The nobles applauded. They had of course heard the tail on the wind, but coming from Faust's own mouth made it all the better. He had a knack for dramatic presentation to match a bard, and bedecked in his silvery armor it was difficult for the nobles to doubt his competence. Among all of the heroes present, they were hard pressed to find anyone who looked so blatantly…heroic. After his tail was done, he stepped closer to the king to escape prying ears. "Your majesty, something troubles you, yes? I would share whatever burden rests upon your shoulders, if I may," he whispered, seeking to discover the reason they had all been called hear while ingratiating himself to the king at the same time.</s> <\|message\|>Devin Coal The party continued to rage long into the evening as the King politely told Faust that the weight of responsibility was his and his alone to bear. Plenty of social customs were seen including drunkenness, dancing, story telling, and singing. Finally things quickly started to die down as it was announced the King was going to retire. He gave a final thank you to the heroes in attendance and told them that servants would be happy to escort them to their sleeping chambers for the night. As the party had gone on longer then planned the grand meeting of heroes was being pushed back to tomorrow. As the King left he was informed that his captain had returned and quickly rushed from the room to meet his trusted aid and guard. When he entered the throne room he saw his captain standing with two guards behind him. They all bowed and then rose after being commanded to by the King. "What news do you have from Alkarts?" He asked quickly. He held his breath as he waited for a reply. "My King the city is gone..." The Captain said. "When we arrived there was... no one. The town is there, but its inhabitants are completely gone. No trace, body, or tracks to be found. It is indeed the same as before..." The Captain seemed angry and above all somewhat uncontrolled in his anger. Still no one backed away or seemed phased including the King. "You continue to blame yourself for something that is not your fault. Devin, you have fought for me and protected this kingdom for almost 9 months now. Your talents, skills, and cunning have saved countless lives. Even now many of your friends who were brought here with you owe their lives to you. What happened those many months ago can not weigh you down forever. You strive to correct the errors we together made. That is enough to rest your head of these worries and emotions." The king then stood from his seat and walked to the door. "You will meet them tomorrow. There we will share them the full scope of what this world is turning into as well as what plagues it. You are relieved of your duties as Captain of the Royal Guard effective immediately. Your position as hero will be reinstated along with that of the other heroes tomorrow at the public ceremony." With that the King excused himself and Devin was left gripping his fist in worry and fear.</s> <\|message\|>Anthony Abandanato For the briefest of moments, he felt alone. As if he was cast back into this world all over again, the only person he had for a long time was Gaius, but then he had also ignored Gaius who had been just alone as Anthony. He was about to say something when he heard a voice behind him, he tensed and reached for his sword but stopped when he saw who it was and let his hand fall to his side. "Hmm this night can get worse." He said quite rudely, but he seemed to scoot to the side so his new companion could have a seat, he looked to the setting sun and chuckled. "It's not so different from home. Sun sets, and rises with out without us." He said. He kept silent for a moment, and then he looked to his companion. "Do you ever think about home? Or are you like the others and choose to forget about it, because you have it so much better here?" He asked. And looked to the girl, not that he could remember her name it had been so long, but he didn't doubt she would introduce herself and brag about her accomplishments anyways, so he didn't need to ask for it.</s>	<\|message\|>Devin Coal As dawn struck the capitals walls the early risers began to stir from their beds. Servants, farmers, inn keepers, and former Captains of the Guards. He woke not out of nerves or stress, but out of habit. For the better part of the past five months he had always woken up with the sun. It was normal now and even if he didn't have to oversee the changing of the guard it put him at ease when he saw it go off in perfect rhythm. As the guards being replaced began to march past the gate where Devin stood they stopped and their lieutenant walked over. The officer gave a formal salute to Devin and then wished him a good morning. "You don't need to salute anymore Thane." Devin said with a sheepish lull. "If it hasn't made the rounds I was forced to take on the title of Hero. I am no longer your Captain." Thane frowned at this news. "I am well aware of your new position Captain, but that has nothing to do with you being my Captain." The matter of fact voice he used hit a cord within Devin who smiled and stood up straight. He saluted both the Lieutenant and his guardsmen. The garnered a smile and moral rousing from the group who excitedly started to talk about how they were the comrade of a hero. After the change was complete Devin went to the observatory where the King had decided to hold the first formal meeting of heroes. Devin was plenty early so when he reached the top floor of the tower using its magic elevator he found himself alone. He was unsure if the King was going to arrive at the start, but had been instructed to explain the situation once everyone had arrived. Devin shifted uncomfortably in the large room. He had no idea what to expect from the other heroes. He had learned many things over the past year and had even checked on them himself. What he fought now was a possible divider within the group. He rubbed his hands which would at times be covered by the gauntlets which were his hero objects. He had no reason to wear them as he saw no need for a fight. If it did come to that for any reason he was confident. Any resistance could and would be struck down swiftly. The time of the heroes acting selfish was at an end...</s>
<\|description\|>Hector Faust Hector is 5'11" tall and has long, dark hair which reaches his shoulders. Although he often went to the gym with a friend, when he was on earth he lived a very sedentary lifestyle and didn't control his diet. He was overweight and had poor posture, but since coming to Alma Terra he has burned off his fat and quickly built muscle, straightening his spine and giving him a commanding presence, albeit not a graceful one. He is now only 195lbs, much of it muscle. Age: 17 Pre-Transport Story: Most of Hector's peers considered him intelligent, in fact they would be surprised to know that he was an underachiever in high school, only doing the bare minimum to pass. He was born into a normal American household, but it didn't stay that way for long. His family had its problems and his parents split up. Hero Object: The Lightning Rod, as seen in the above image.</s> <\|message\|>Nolan Nolan dismounted his horse and flipped a coin to the stable boy his sword resting easily at his belt and the bow slung over his shoulder lay there giving off the impression of someone well experienced in its use, he wasn't sure why the king wanted wielders of the Hero Objects to arrive but no doubt they were needed for something important. "Idiot, he just wants my power for himself." his artifact whispered scornfully. "There's no reason to think that, you're so suspicious." Nolan mentally whispered back unsurprised once again in his artifacts utter lack of faith in humanity and cynical nature. As he walked up to the castle he saw some drunkard being dragged away by a guard and shook his head. Sometimes he was more inclined to listen to Loden than not. Nolan found another less per-occupied guard and asked him to lead on to the castle and after a short explanation of who he was, which really was unnecessary, the way Nolan dressed was rather distinctive, the guard lead the way to the castle. On his way there he considered how drastically his life how changed, and yet in some ways not at all. After all he was still fighting for his team, just here it was to the death and the tools for the sport were rather different. On second thought that was a horrible analogy, oh well there was a reason he had been a C student in school. Once again he reflected on the different views this world had brought him, a year ago he would've been worried about the high school exit exam, now he was worried who would try to kill him next.</s> <\|message\|>Volker "Stargrazer" Prowse "Shut up already..." Volker was incredibly tired of his blade's negative shit and sheathed it causing Astraeus' speech to be muffled. "That is much better!" he exclaimed as his smile widened. Despite his sword being his only constant companion, he could only handle so much of its gloom before he was influenced by it. Astraeus' ceased trying to speak, realizing he would not be heard while Volker looked through his pockets and managed to find a bag he would place his berries in. He took it out of his pocket and looked inside to find the realization that he had no food at all. He still grinned, he wouldn't let hunger get him down! He gripped his sword by its handle and strode out of his shelter when Astraeus repeatedly flickered its white light. The blade peeked out of its sheath and caught its wielders attention. "What is it?" he asked. "Considering your reaction I'm going to assume that you did not just sense that." "Sense what?" Volker was curious now. He held his blade close to his face and openly expressed his eagerness to know with his grin that somehow got even wider, this time to the point of being uncanny. "The Horn... I'm going to need you to move in the directions I tell you." The wielder had faith in his blade and quickly grabbed his things before treading to wherever Astraeus wanted him to go. ◆◆◆ His clothes were even dirtier and ripped from moving through the forest as hastily as he did. He examined his body to see if anything grazed him while he was running. Dammit, my clothes are somehow more of a wreck than they were before... Oh well! Volker studied the city from the outside and he was simply slack-jawed. On the outside of the gates he could easily see the guards and even some of the people entering and exiting the city. The guards Volker could see seemed incredibly serious, none of them expressing any kind of emotion. "Now what?" "Calmly approach one of the guards and show me to them. They'll deliver you to the king an-" Volker stopped listening after the sword said guards. I'll cheer them up. He was now dashing towards one of the inexpressive guards and leaping at him. Caught off-guard, the guard fell onto the ground after Volker playfully tackled him. Within seconds, a few of the surrounding guards snatched Volker off and took Astraeus out of his possession. "... All of you need to lighten up." After hearing his master say this, Astraeus started to glow white. Many of the guards shook their heads and one managed a chuckle before they realized that a sword glowing and being capable of communicating with its master is not too normal. The guard he tackled placed Astraeus back in its sheath and helped Volker up. "Follow me. The King is expecting you."</s> <\|message\|>Devin Coal Time: Early Evening Reports had started to be received regarding the Heroes being found and brought to the castle. They were instructed to prepare for an audience with the king over a formal banquet. At such times they would be invited to join in the first Meeting of Heroes. At the castle each Hero was well received with a giant bedroom and the offering of a massive bath in the company of assistants and entertainment. Those that were found or arrived later in the day were brought straight to the banquet which was already starting. The banquet hall housed nearly one hundred. Mostly land owners in the surrounding areas but every corner of the Kingdom of Man was represented. With extravagant jewel and clothes each seemed to be trying to put their best image forward for the arrival of the heroes. Finally a loud trumpet marked the arrival of the King. Who after entering took advantage of the bows and silence. "Welcome lords and ladies to a most auspicious occasion. We have waited and our resolve has been answered. I give you...." With a sweeping motion every door at the north end of the hall opened and from each door a hero emerged. "Mans strength. Our Heroes!" The whole hall erupted in applause and cheers as the music started to play and the heroes entered the party.</s> <\|message\|>Robyn Silverman Robyn noticed a guard escort ahead of her and she quietly snuck up behind it. She proceeded to follow the escort to the castle, where she is halted by more guards. "No one enters but heroes and royalty" the guard claimed and Robyn looked up at him. Quickly, she drew her two swords from behind her back, gripping the hilts together. She showed them to the guard and the swords murmured to her. She cringed slightly, ignoring the voices as much as she can, for they spoke to her of murder. The guard's eyes got wide and he called an escort for her. She smiles and tucks the swords back into her sheaths. The escorts lead her into the castle, leading her straight to her bedroom. Once the guard escort leaves, the maids in the rooms undressed her and took her to the bath. She is washed and scrubbed furiously, getting rid of every evidence of being in the forest. She hated most of it but once she got out, she noticed a big difference in her appearance. She stared in the mirror as her red locks flowed midway down her back. She twisted and the light from the windows reflected off her hair, making it look like fire. The maids did not speak to her at all. Merely, they sat her down in front of a mirror and began yanking at her hair with brushes. One maid worked on her face and the other braided her hair in a fishtail style, going over her shoulder and reaching down to just above her rib cage. Once they were done prepping her, they took her to the closet and showed her the styles of wardrobe she had. She noticed the silks and soft dresses and she rolled her eyes. She walked over to it and pushed back the dresses, reaching for a black combat suit that looked very interesting to her. The maids exchanged looks but neither of them argued with her choice. She then kicked them out of her room and proceeded to dress herself, pulling on the tight black pants and the tight black vest with a low V neck. She pulled on some hunting boots she found in the very back of the wardrobe and pulled her sheaths onto her back. Her flaming red hair stands on on her collar bone and the guards then call for her. She looked at them and they explain that it is time for the banquet. She took a deep breath. Be brave, my hero, that katanas whispered to her. For that is what you are. Brave She was guided to a door at the end of the hallway and she noticed a few others standing there. A man on the inside with a loud voice spoke extravagantly and suddenly, the door in front of her swung open. She took another deep breath and thought Show time. before she stepped through the door and into the party.</s> <\|message\|>Nolan Nolan dismissed the servants from the bathing area. He hadn't had anyone help him bathe since he was 5 and he wasn't going to start again now. After a brief and vigorous scrubbing he quickly clothed himself in his normal clothing, the fancy suit that lay on the chair made what the castle though he should wear obvious, but Nolan had no intention of dressing up for anyone. He quickly combed his hair and donned his cloak and mask then headed to the hallway. He stood their nervously and his cloak hissed at him, "Don't eat or drink anything its poison." Nolan sighed and shook his head, surely the king wouldn't call them all her to poison them... right? Nolan frowned, Loden was getting to him, he wasn't normally this suspicious. As they were announced he heard the whispering of, something else but he couldn't make out what it said, he assumed Loden was messing with him and ignored the voices and stepped out into the party. He saw another women dressed in a daring black suit step out in front of him, something about her was... familiar. Probably just his mind playing tricks on him, he adjusted his sword uneasily, he had brought it simply out of habit but now it seemed rather out of place. He quickly stepped through the crowd as they parted before him to the food table, he didn't really want to talk to anyone here so he might as well get some grub. After filling up a plate with food he sat at a table, raised his mask and carefully began eating with surprising sophistication, normally he would've just chowed down but he didn't want to leave a bad impression.</s>	<\|message\|>Hector Faust The hot water eased the tension in Faust's muscles as he lowered himself into the overly large bath, cracking his neck and letting out a relaxed sigh as the water reached his shoulders. He had dismissed the attendants and entertainment before disrobing, which was apparently uncharacteristic since some of them had appeared legitimately offended. Although he did not mind flaunting his newly acquired physical prowess on certain occasions, a year in Alma Terra had done little to dampen the modesty he had been taught on Earth. For this upcoming event he decided that a moment of solitude, shared only with Rod, would be the most beneficial course of action. There were important things for the two to discuss, and many plans to lay. This would be his first impression on the King, and the lords of the capital, so he would need to be at his best to gain their favor and the favor of the other heroes. Yes, and once you have proven yourself you will be poised at the King's ear. An apt place for the two of us, an apt place indeed. Rod whispered. "Christ, there's no need to sound so ominous, Rod, we fight for the good of mankind," he replied, applying soap to his unruly helmet-hair. You mention this name, Christ, as curse quite often. Was he such a tyrant to earn this ill repute? "No, I suppose not. My land is simply a place characterized by irreverence, the pious actually call him their savior…now that I'm here in a world of magic, I wonder if he was?" The question was rhetorical, so Rod remained silent for a moment before returning to their original topic. Already your name has spread from Thirdain to Amaltas, and monuments rise in your honor. It will not be long before you have become the savior of mankind, if you remember patience and caution. "Speaking plainly, as usual, but first we must deal with matters at hand. What has the King summoned us all here for? The realms we have risen to protect are left undefended while we attend a banquet," Faust paused, his brow furrowing. "I cannot imagine he his name would be so respected if he were a man of whimsy, so there must be a dire need for our presence. The sooner we figure out what that is, the better prepared we will be." Indeed. Rod whispered. At The Banquet Hall Once again striking a heroic pose, Faust stood on the other side of the central door and awaited its opening, as instructed. He hadn't needed the clothing that had been provided for him, all of his finest attire had been aboard the wagons he had brought. So rather than the silken trappings of the nobility, he wore a suit of dazzling ceremonial armor, which was plated in silver, and sported a bejeweled gorget studded with sapphires. Belted on his left was a ceremonial, but functional, sword in a gilded scabbard with a jeweled pommel and fine leather wrappings on its hilt. Rod hung from the other side of his belt, appearing inconspicuous and austere in comparison to the sword. Just as he intended. Finally, he heard a muffled voice on the other side of his door. It's about to begin, he and Rod thought simultaneously. "Welcome lords and ladies to a most auspicious occasion. We have waited and our resolve has been answered. I give you...." The door in front of him swung open and he stepped forward into the banquet hall with dignified grace. "Mans strength. Our Heroes!" The applause was everything he had hoped it would be, he smiled and raised a hand to wave at the most influential and wealthy men in a kingdom. He also took a moment to see the other heroes after which he concluded that they were a strange bunch. While some passed through the crowd without delay, Faust entered the mix with a charming smile. He shook hands, patted backs and shared a few words of encouragement and humor with the nobles he walked through, leaving a trail of nodding heads and laughter in his wake. When he made it through the nobles he found himself before the King. "Your majesty, I am humbled by your invitation and honored to be in your presence," his shining armor clanked noisily as he knelt before the King, placing his left fist against the floor beneath and resting his right hand on his knee.</s>
<\|description\|>Hector Faust Hector is 5'11" tall and has long, dark hair which reaches his shoulders. Although he often went to the gym with a friend, when he was on earth he lived a very sedentary lifestyle and didn't control his diet. He was overweight and had poor posture, but since coming to Alma Terra he has burned off his fat and quickly built muscle, straightening his spine and giving him a commanding presence, albeit not a graceful one. He is now only 195lbs, much of it muscle. Age: 17 Pre-Transport Story: Most of Hector's peers considered him intelligent, in fact they would be surprised to know that he was an underachiever in high school, only doing the bare minimum to pass. He was born into a normal American household, but it didn't stay that way for long. His family had its problems and his parents split up. Hero Object: The Lightning Rod, as seen in the above image.</s> <\|message\|>Anthony Abandanato Earlier that day, Outside of the capital Just off of the main road, hidden away in a small copse of trees were a group of men and women watching the gate. "Are you sure you have to do this Anthony?" One of the rebels said, her accent and the way she pronounced his name making it sound like 'Antony' "I'm positive, and if i don't go Gaius will call me a dishonorable coward." He said. "All of this skulking around is dishonorable, but we shall never refuse a summon when the horn calls we come. And perhaps we can find a peaceful end to our conflict." Gaius said, seemingly speaking from everywhere and nowhere all at once. "Well i don't know the man, but he can't be good if he let his land fall into this state, and let people outside the walls die." "Perhaps he does not have enough men to fight." "You and I both know that is not the problem, and besides from what little memories you have you've beat back entire armies with less." "Did i? I can't seem to recall." Anthony just shook his head, and adjusted his gear waiting for a way to enter the city, and it came in the form of a retinue of men lead by someone in heavy armor, even from where they sat they could hear him as he addressed the guards acting very much like a king, but to Anthony he was just another loud mouthed fool peacocking for his gathered men. But then the man pulled out a rod and a single bolt of lightning came down and struck it. Startling the guards and the horses of his men, Anthony took back what he thought about the man peacocking whoever he was had a hero object and the power to back it up. "Go now, under the carts." Gaius urged him, but he did not require it before he knew it, he was moving as quickly and as silently as he could taking advantage of the momentary chaos caused by the bolt. He managed to get under one of the supply wagons, and hang onto the bottom of it. When the wagons were a good distance away he let go dropping into the street getting his green cloak all muddy not that anyone would notice seeing as the cloak was all dirt, mud, and field patched anyways. With the caravan firmly out of sight, he disappeared into the crowds of the city. Later that day, the palace Anthony didn't linger for very long, instead going straight to the palace and scouting it out. He waited for what felt like ages for the right moment but in reality it was only a few hours. He resigned himself to entering through the front door, approaching the guards they looked at him curiously. "You look familiar." One of them said, and reached for his sword. "I left the party for some fresh air, perhaps you saw me enter?" "No, I could of sworn i saw your face on one of the wanted posters." "You must be mistaken." "I'm not mistaken, you're that rebel!" "Whatever you do don't fight them." The guards grabbed Anthony by the collar and pulled him to the ground. "Nice, try traitor." The other said and dragged him into the palace. The nobles turned their gazes to the guards dragging in this scruffy rebel by the collar of his tunic, they slammed him to the ground in front of the king. "This rebel was trying to sneak in through the front gate M'lord." And with a bow and a swift kick to the ribs to a fallen Anthony the guards left the room. "You didn't fight them I'm very proud of you Anthony." Gaius said, "Tell that to my ribs." He said aloud, and looked to the king. "You going to have my head right here, or you going to have the courtesy to offer a chair to a guest?" He said, staring the king right in the eye from the floor unflinching even with the dull pain in his ribs.</s> <\|message\|>Nolan Nolan frowned as the guards brought in someone they refereed to as a rebel and shoved him before the king. Frankly he was surprised that he hadn't received the same treatment, he had been under the impression that killing nobles tended to do that. Apparently no one liked the ones he killed any more than the mistreated peasants they ruled over. Or they were to scared to do anything about it, he thought cynically. Sighing he polished off what remained off the food on his plate and left ignoring the slob next to him and was about to walk over to the king when he noticed someone waving a staff around and looking incredibly awkward. Sighing he walked over to the nervous person and said, "Come on then, the king will want to see us sooner or later might as well make it now." and then proceeded to do just that, walk over to the king. The other nobles of course parted to make way for him like he was the plague and he heard several whispers of "murderer", and "assassin", he simply ignored them nearly as disdainful as Loden. As he neared the king he respectfully bowed rather than fully kneeling like was no doubt proper, "I would say I hope you don't think of me as to forward but I really don't care, so why exactly are we here?" Loden sniffed haughtily, "Doesn't look like much of a king to me."</s> <\|message\|>Robyn Silverman Robyn stays toward the back of the banquet, leaning up against the wall. Dressed in her dark clothing, she had hoped that no one would notice her, but she has already had multiple walk up to her and congratulate her. As they come and go, the swords whisper to her and she cringes, not wanting to give into their blood lust. She does not understand why they call them Heroic Objects, when these swords at anything but. She stares at her boots when suddenly there's a commotion across the hall. Her head flies up and she sees a young man being dragged by guards into the banquet. They throw him at the feet of the king and she lurches of the wall, looking toward them. The man looks faintly familiar, but she does not know where from. The man makes the comment and Robyn bristles angrily. She stalks over to them. "You may want to show a little more respect, sir," she says angrily. "This man could end your life and I can already see in your eyes that you do not want to die." Her fingers itch to go to her swords, but she steadies herself. She then realizes what she has done and turns to the king, bowing before him. She kneels to one knee, placing her fist on the floor. "I am sorry, Lord King. I must have lost my head." You cannot lose your head, for I am always in it. Yūkan'na, her katanas, whisper to her. She swallows hard and ignores them.</s> <\|message\|>Devin Coal After the Heroes made their entrance several were immediately trapped by eager ladies in waiting and barons hoping a friend of the Hero might earn them a place higher up in the food chain of politics. The food and drink were distributed liberally with plenty of both for the crowd. One hero made his way to the king and gave a formal voice of thanks. This seemed to please the king who smiled. "It is I who should thank you young Hero. Please a savior need not kneel. It is us who are in your debt." The voice betrayed the Kings appearance which was one of an older man. Instead his voice, like the hero object he possessed, rang out loud and powerful even echoing some as those around him drew quiet. The reason for silence seemed to multiply after a group of guards pulled a young man forward. The face now recognized by many as the one on the wanted posters. The mans name was unknown and he was simply known as a bandit. Since his attacks on caravans both traders and the kings own he had been getting more and more recognition. When the man is thrown in front of the King he turned to the bandit and frowned. "It would seem we have lost our manners when hosting this hero..." His voice was low and threatening to the guards. They quickly started to defend their actions pulling out a poster, but were quickly silenced by a wave of the Kings hands. "I pardon all acts against my seal this man has committed." There was no murmur from the guards. Instead silent nodding. The King then walked over and pulled the young man up onto his feet. "It would be wise to learn you are not back home playing a protagonists journey. Learn to adapt instead of create more chaos. Not knowing the larger picture can make you the bringer of disaster." This was said in a high whisper. The mood was now dapper and the King quickly signaled for the band to play bringing life back to the party. "My captain has informed me that you all come from the same home. It is understandable that you all have much to catch up on. I too would like to hear of how you came to be chosen as a hero." The King was again standing with his strong voice and aged body. Still his eyes seemed to twinkle like that of a boy in a candy store.</s> <\|message\|>Sean Evans Sean Evans, Outside the Capital The Lord of the realm assigned twenty men to accompany Sean on his summons to the capital. They traveled on horseback under the cloud covered sky. Perhaps we should move quicker… The daylight is all but gone for this day, the moon is coming round - wouldn't you agree?, Sean heard the voice of the nameless ring insert itself into his thoughts. "I wouldn't want to tire the men by having them move faster. We have already been traveling since noon." We are likely to be late, many have already arrived. Sean was a suspicious as to how the ring knew such a thing, but he figured he wouldn't bother with it, the ring was likely to give it's usual reply - 'I do not know what you are talking about.' - the ignore all future mention of it. After many hours the gates to the capital were in sight. Ah, the capital. It has been many moons. The ring seemed to be reminiscing. The clopping of hooves echoed as they made the transition from gravel to cobblestone roads. The moon was high in the sky by this point and the clouds seemed to not have moved at all. We are most certainly late. The ring maintained its calm demeanor. We must find ourselves an audience with the king - there is likely a gathering of the heroes. The clopping of hooves suddenly ceased. We must have arrived. The ring seemed to be relatively satisfied. "Captain Heinsworth. Why have we stopped?" Sean road to the front of the guard. "They're approaching us, my lord." Heinsworth steadied his steed. "Who are you?" One of the three guards, who were approaching, called to Sean and his guard. "We are the honor guard from Rathe, escorting the bearer of a Hero Object." Heinsworth called back. The city guards were close enough to see by this point. They carried torches and one a banner. At the mention of the phrase 'Hero Object' they turned and began discussion silently. They turned back, "May we see the Hero Object for confirmation?" "Of course!" Sean rose his staff so they may see it and the glowing stone atop of it. A glowing, blue, mocking bird fluttered about for a few seconds. "My lord, please come this way - the king is expecting you. At the Banquet Hall Sean had arrived later than the rest and so, hadn't had a chance to make his way to his room - he was given a chance to change his garments to a more formal attire. He was then positioned behind a door, staff in hand, leading to the banquet hall. The other object bearers will be behind other doors. "That would make sense." Sean realized something the other day, but hadn't brought it up yet. "When you told me that I was destined to be here, you refused to elaborate... Is this it then?" The voice remained silent. After a while, it spoke. When you get out, try to make the king's acquaintance. The ring had ignored him, it was as he had expected it to happen. He could hear a muffled voice from the other side of the door. It then opened and the king, himself, introduced all of the object bearers. Sean stepped through the door and joined the party.</s> <\|message\|>Nolan Nolan's brow furrowed in response to the king's words. They had all come from the same place? Then someone else must have vanished from that field trip, he turned to examine the black-suited women more closely, it was clear now. The year spent in this world had changed her but now he could see that if she came from the same place as him she must be Robyn Silverman, the super-smart girl who was always reading. And the only girl he had a crush on but was to embarrassed to ask on a date. Loden hissed angrily, "This is no time for your wasteful emotions to occur!" Nolan colored slightly but it quickly went away and he hissed back "Shut up, this is no time for your spiteful and suspicious words either," Nolan sensed a sulky silence from Loden but refused to say anything else, luckily as far as he knew no one could hear Loden but him. Although he was positive that the women was Robyn he still had to make sure so he asked her, "Would you perhaps be Robyn Silvermna?" he asked somewhat nervously. He wasn't sure whether he wanted the answer to be yes or no and he didn't know how he would respond anyway.</s>	<\|message\|>Hector Faust "It is I who should thank you young Hero. Please a savior need not kneel. It is us who are in your debt." Just as he had hoped, the King was a humble and wise man, everything Faust had imagined him to be. Clearly, he would listen to reason when it was presented. Before he could reply to the King's gracious gesture, there was a disturbance. All eyes turned away from Faust and to the guards as they dragged a criminal before the King, hurling him to the floor unceremoniously and delivering a crude amount of abuse before the assembled nobles. He used the commotion as an opportunity to rise to his feet. He possesses an object, Rod whispered, by way of warning. Despite that, Faust placed a hand on the hilt of his blade, ready to wipe the insolence from the other hero's face, but the King was quicker in offering mercy and kindness. As was to be expected of so noble a ruler, although even he thought that pardoning the criminal was taking it a step too far. "My captain has informed me that you all come from the same home. It is understandable that you all have much to catch up on. I too would like to hear of how you came to be chosen as a hero." The King stated, as the mood of the banquet hall returned to normal. "Your Majesty, who is this captain you refer to and how does he come by knowledge, if I may be so bold?" Faust queried, showing a hint of nervousness before continuing. "I, Faust the Thunderous, was born into this world but one year ago. I know little of anything that may have occurred before that, nor will I let it have any bearing on my actions."</s>
<\|description\|>Hector Faust Hector is 5'11" tall and has long, dark hair which reaches his shoulders. Although he often went to the gym with a friend, when he was on earth he lived a very sedentary lifestyle and didn't control his diet. He was overweight and had poor posture, but since coming to Alma Terra he has burned off his fat and quickly built muscle, straightening his spine and giving him a commanding presence, albeit not a graceful one. He is now only 195lbs, much of it muscle. Age: 17 Pre-Transport Story: Most of Hector's peers considered him intelligent, in fact they would be surprised to know that he was an underachiever in high school, only doing the bare minimum to pass. He was born into a normal American household, but it didn't stay that way for long. His family had its problems and his parents split up. Hero Object: The Lightning Rod, as seen in the above image.</s> <\|message\|>Anthony Abandanato Anthony stood and brushed himself off looking the king in the eye. "Thank you." He said, still sounding somewhat defiant. "Is that the way you're going to treat him? He saved your life." Gaius said, a hint of anger to his voice. Anthony just ignored the voice, which only served to annoy his hero object even more, waving off the hangers on who wanted to get to know the outlaw even more now that he was a free man he strode across the room and looked to the girl and her own hangers on, the voice of her own artifacts being heard as if he was listening to his own "We are not alone all three of them have a object, and are you going to talk to me?" Gaius asked Anthony, who said nothing to him assuring that he was ignoring the object. Finally the noise became to much to bare so he grabbed a plate of food, and left the party wandering into a much more quieter courtyard. He sat thinking about the king and the fact he spared his life, while he was grateful he felt like the king was going to ask something of him that was going to cause trouble and bring nothing but pain. After all he didn't just call them out here to say "Hi" He was going to use them and he knew it, he didn't doubt that he would figure out how and why tonight. He grabbed something from his plate and chewed on it thoughtfully. "What do you think, Gaius?" He asked, finally acknowledging the voice within his object but it seemed to be Gaius' turn to ignore him. With a sigh he looked to the sky as if something would fall from it and give him the answer he was looking for.</s> <\|message\|>Volker "Stargrazer" Prowse Volker frenziedly consumed as many of the refreshments he could, almost as if they would vanish if he stopped devouring them. The swordsman halted when he felt all that he put in his mouth hit his stomach and sensed that if he ate anymore his stomach would rip. Oh well... He was satisfied for now and turned his back on all the food so he could observe his surroundings. As luck would have it, quite a bit of commotion was going on when he did; some man was being dragged across the floor by the guards and placed at the feet of the king. Volker instinctively strode over to see what was the cause of the unrest and discovered that the man that was lugged around was also a hero (and an absolved bandit.) He was curious as to what exactly he did as a bandit but his thoughts of what bandits do were disrupted by the king's talking. My captain has informed me that you all come from the same home. It is understandable that you all have much to catch up on. Volker replayed the sentences in his heads a few moments. He did not want to recall what existed before Alma Terra. Even if he didn't, when he looked over his fellow heroes he saw one frozen in place, his stillness bothered him for whatever reason. He is like a statue... but statues are created to stay still and he wasn't.... Volker impulsively tackled him and the still man was no longer just that. "Wow! Hello?" the 'injured' party said, somewhat surprised. Both him and Volker were on their asses as Kirk looked him over, trying to identify who he was. Volker laughed childishly for a few seconds before facing the person he tackled. Astraeus sighed within its sheath as Volker stood up and offered to help the stranger up. He laughed a bit himself then grabbed his hand and stood up. "Howdy! What's your name stranger?" Volker barely managed to inquire while chuckling. "Name's Kirk! How about you?" he asked while extending his hand out. "Volker Prowse." he eagerly shook his hand with a smile. "Would you like me to introduce myself formally or informally?" "Whichever'll help me keep this smile longer." Kirk grabbed his staff off of his back by the center and pulled it forward, and then slammed the butt on the ground. Volker dully noted the staff's appearance, it was very rusty and atop of it a dragon was engraved. "Ello there, Hero." the small dragon spoke, turning and twisting its head towards Volker. The swordsman was caught a bit off guard by a talking dragon but found it cool nonetheless. "This is Destoc, and I'm one of your ol' classmates from last year. We didn't talk much, but it looks like thats gonna change a bit!" Volker's grin faltered a bit. He did not like to be reminded of what once was and he was unfortunately surrounded by reminders of the boring reality that he used to live in. By the end of Kirk's introduction his smirk resumed its original appearance. "What is it that you did between then and now?" Volker asked, genuinely wondering what it is his fellow heroes did during their year. "What I did? Well, to tell you the truth I honestly didn't do all that much. I ain't some famous rebel, nor as well known as a few of the other heroes might be. In all truth, I was usually too scared most of the time to try anything big. I'm a coward through and through! However, I hate to say it now, but I also have blood on my hands. The blood of scum, but still, I've killed people in the last year." He hesitated for a second, but then resumed speaking. " However, I can say that I don't fully regret any actions I've taken. You? Volker cringed at the thought of killing any other being. "I've spent majority of my time in a small civilization not too far from the city. I studied the stars... I've never actually had to... ya know." "What were they like? Take it they were a peaceful bunch? "Not peaceful, just too ill-equipped to fight." his grin twitched. Did they get into many of em?" He still grinned and merrily replied, "Plenty of them."</s> <\|message\|>Robyn Silverman Rayne doesn't care if she hurt her feelings. He hurt her a long time ago. She peers over his shoulder and sees the rebel, Anthony or whatever, walking off. She says, "Excuse me" before following him out into the night. She follows closely behind him. For some reason, she is infatuated with how he is, how hostile he is. She has never really met anyone like him before. He asks, "What do you think, Gaius?" It is obvious that he is talking to his object, but there is no response. Rayne bravely says, "I think you're hiding from the rest of us." She walks over to him. "You will have to get used to us at some time. I apologize for snapping earlier. It has been a rough couple days."</s> <\|message\|>Hector Faust Giving the crowds his most sincere smile, Faust let out a boisterous laugh as they closed in with their questions for the heroes. He attempted to pay the others little mind, they were reminders of something he didn't want to think about right now. To distract himself, he decided to engage the audience, answering all the questions about his time on Alma Terra with an added theatrical flair. The favored story, and one he told with fervent intensity to draw in his listeners, was the tale of his victory in the Grand Arena of Thirdain. Entering as an anonymous foreigner one year ago, he had risen to claim the championship and the prize money. In one round of the tournament he had even bested four men at once, incapacitating the final opponent on foot after he was unhorsed. The nobles applauded. They had of course heard the tail on the wind, but coming from Faust's own mouth made it all the better. He had a knack for dramatic presentation to match a bard, and bedecked in his silvery armor it was difficult for the nobles to doubt his competence. Among all of the heroes present, they were hard pressed to find anyone who looked so blatantly…heroic. After his tail was done, he stepped closer to the king to escape prying ears. "Your majesty, something troubles you, yes? I would share whatever burden rests upon your shoulders, if I may," he whispered, seeking to discover the reason they had all been called hear while ingratiating himself to the king at the same time.</s> <\|message\|>Devin Coal The party continued to rage long into the evening as the King politely told Faust that the weight of responsibility was his and his alone to bear. Plenty of social customs were seen including drunkenness, dancing, story telling, and singing. Finally things quickly started to die down as it was announced the King was going to retire. He gave a final thank you to the heroes in attendance and told them that servants would be happy to escort them to their sleeping chambers for the night. As the party had gone on longer then planned the grand meeting of heroes was being pushed back to tomorrow. As the King left he was informed that his captain had returned and quickly rushed from the room to meet his trusted aid and guard. When he entered the throne room he saw his captain standing with two guards behind him. They all bowed and then rose after being commanded to by the King. "What news do you have from Alkarts?" He asked quickly. He held his breath as he waited for a reply. "My King the city is gone..." The Captain said. "When we arrived there was... no one. The town is there, but its inhabitants are completely gone. No trace, body, or tracks to be found. It is indeed the same as before..." The Captain seemed angry and above all somewhat uncontrolled in his anger. Still no one backed away or seemed phased including the King. "You continue to blame yourself for something that is not your fault. Devin, you have fought for me and protected this kingdom for almost 9 months now. Your talents, skills, and cunning have saved countless lives. Even now many of your friends who were brought here with you owe their lives to you. What happened those many months ago can not weigh you down forever. You strive to correct the errors we together made. That is enough to rest your head of these worries and emotions." The king then stood from his seat and walked to the door. "You will meet them tomorrow. There we will share them the full scope of what this world is turning into as well as what plagues it. You are relieved of your duties as Captain of the Royal Guard effective immediately. Your position as hero will be reinstated along with that of the other heroes tomorrow at the public ceremony." With that the King excused himself and Devin was left gripping his fist in worry and fear.</s> <\|message\|>Anthony Abandanato For the briefest of moments, he felt alone. As if he was cast back into this world all over again, the only person he had for a long time was Gaius, but then he had also ignored Gaius who had been just alone as Anthony. He was about to say something when he heard a voice behind him, he tensed and reached for his sword but stopped when he saw who it was and let his hand fall to his side. "Hmm this night can get worse." He said quite rudely, but he seemed to scoot to the side so his new companion could have a seat, he looked to the setting sun and chuckled. "It's not so different from home. Sun sets, and rises with out without us." He said. He kept silent for a moment, and then he looked to his companion. "Do you ever think about home? Or are you like the others and choose to forget about it, because you have it so much better here?" He asked. And looked to the girl, not that he could remember her name it had been so long, but he didn't doubt she would introduce herself and brag about her accomplishments anyways, so he didn't need to ask for it.</s> <\|message\|>Devin Coal As dawn struck the capitals walls the early risers began to stir from their beds. Servants, farmers, inn keepers, and former Captains of the Guards. He woke not out of nerves or stress, but out of habit. For the better part of the past five months he had always woken up with the sun. It was normal now and even if he didn't have to oversee the changing of the guard it put him at ease when he saw it go off in perfect rhythm. As the guards being replaced began to march past the gate where Devin stood they stopped and their lieutenant walked over. The officer gave a formal salute to Devin and then wished him a good morning. "You don't need to salute anymore Thane." Devin said with a sheepish lull. "If it hasn't made the rounds I was forced to take on the title of Hero. I am no longer your Captain." Thane frowned at this news. "I am well aware of your new position Captain, but that has nothing to do with you being my Captain." The matter of fact voice he used hit a cord within Devin who smiled and stood up straight. He saluted both the Lieutenant and his guardsmen. The garnered a smile and moral rousing from the group who excitedly started to talk about how they were the comrade of a hero. After the change was complete Devin went to the observatory where the King had decided to hold the first formal meeting of heroes. Devin was plenty early so when he reached the top floor of the tower using its magic elevator he found himself alone. He was unsure if the King was going to arrive at the start, but had been instructed to explain the situation once everyone had arrived. Devin shifted uncomfortably in the large room. He had no idea what to expect from the other heroes. He had learned many things over the past year and had even checked on them himself. What he fought now was a possible divider within the group. He rubbed his hands which would at times be covered by the gauntlets which were his hero objects. He had no reason to wear them as he saw no need for a fight. If it did come to that for any reason he was confident. Any resistance could and would be struck down swiftly. The time of the heroes acting selfish was at an end...</s> <\|message\|>Nolan Nolan woke up lazily, it had been a nice party with good food that led to a better night of rest. He quickly dressed and left his room wondering what exactly they were supposed to do now. He stopped one of the numerous servants that were running around hoping that his reputation wouldn't scare him off, "Excuse me, do you know were the King wants the hero?" he inquired still unsure of why they were here.</s>	<\|message\|>Hector Faust Faust entered the observatory shortly after Devin. Although he had remained awake with the nobles late into the evening, he showed no signs of dishevelment. His hair was neatly combed, and his face was cleanly shaven. He had even traded out his ceremonial armor for the silken coat and breeches of a noble, with knee high, gilded leather boots. At his belt was the same ornate sword from the previous night on one side, and Rod on the other. Good morning, Hero, Rod spoke, addressing Devin as he and his master came to a halt by a large window. Faust stood at attention, hands clasped firmly behind his back as he surveyed the city and awaited the king.</s>
<\|description\|>Nathaniel Albin Age: 16 Nathan sports short light brown hair and is about 160 cm tall. He wears a plain, featureless brown shirt which is slightly darker than his hair and black pants, also plain. He wears his grey sneakers and has hand wraps. Also has his a grey headband that covers his eyes. It has a single eye motif in the middle of it. Currently, he also has a staff and a big backpack for travelling. Before the shift, Nathan was a normal guy. He went to school, played around with his friends, that sort of thing. He had a slightly withdrawn good friend kind of personality at the time. But when he was about 13, he got into a car accident. He emerged relatively unharmed, save for the permanent loss of sight. After this, he noticed that the atmosphere around him turned painfully quiet, and at times, he could hardly tell anyone was there. The loneliness was something he couldn't stand, now that he couldn't see. He decided to change his personality to make everyone smile and talk. He succeeded, and for 2 years of his life, he was fairly happy. He missed his sight, but he learned the pain of loneliness in a world without light and would never wish it on others. Beholder's blindfold: The beholder's blindfold is a dark gray, with an eye design occupying the middle of it. Its personality is somewhat quiet, and frequently says it doesn't have a name, so Nathan calls it Beholdy. Most of the time, it's content to keep quiet, but it whispers words of advice when it needs to. One thing Nathan can say about Beholdy is that its pretty wise and knows a lot of history. It has a kind of mentoring personality, telling Nathan how to fix his mistakes and telling him what things are.</s> <\|message\|>Devin Coal Long before mortals, the lands of Alma Terra was home to immortal beasts and demons. It was in a constant state of flux that would strike fear into any who witnessed it. From this chaos the planet began to fight back. It threw fire and sut and from this fierce attack brought an age of calm to its war torn skin. It was from these ashes that the modern world was built on. From within the energy of these immortal creatures was the building blocks of men, elves, dwarves, orcs, and every other creature that calls Alma Terra home. And while they do not shake the ground as their larger predecessors. Still these smaller beasts do the immortals work. They war, scar, and rape the land under their feet with brutal acts. They build machines who can only kill maim, and torture. Perhaps it is not these mortals faults, perhaps it is because they are the spawn of that which committed the same act. The King of Men looked over his capital city with the look of someone aged by worry. This worry came from the knowledge that had just been delivered to him. Another Hero Object had been found. Normally this was good news; however, this time the object was found with its owner dead. At the hands of an unknown enemy. Someone had begun to hunt down Hero Objects and they had finally claimed another victim. It has been four months since he first learned of the Hero Hunter. Since then he activated his own Hero Object. The Horn of Man it was called. It had the power to be heard by all Hero Objects and call them to the Horns location. Every guard in the city knew to keep a look out for any possessor of a Hero Object. Each was to be treated as a returning General and escorted to the castle that makes the heart of the city. Since he used the horn only one Hero has made it. He called himself Devin. The King had been told to expect several others to arrive today, but it was nearly midday and not a single Hero had arrived. He gave a silent prayer for the Heros swift arrival and safty.</s> <\|message\|>Robyn Silverman The crickets chirp and chitter at her as she walks quietly, low to the ground. Her red hair tucked into a bun, she wanders through the woods, listening to the sounds of the forest. She reaches up and touches her back once again. The sheaths that protected something valuable hums and warms her hand at her touch. She keeps a tight grip on the homemade spear that she has created though from the forest. She walks through, following the guide that she senses in her heart and mind. She reaches the edges of the woods and there, standing before her, is the city that she has been searching for. She drops her spear and looks up at the grand city. She smiles. It reminds her of a city from one of her books. She looks down at herself and knows immediately that she will stand out. She is wearing a white crop top that says "Smile" and white shorts covered with leave and dirt stains. She sighs, wishing for a brief moment that she would've washed her clothing in the river before she came. The stains helped her blend in with the forest though, so it was a good and bad thing that she was dirty. She begins to approach the city, listening to the bustling within its streets. She walks quietly, hoping to blend in, but she knows that she does not. She sees a few people looking at her. She keeps her head down and keeps walking.</s> <\|message\|>Hector Faust Hector Faust, Outside of the Capital The rumble of hooves preceded the first sight of Faust's company, at the city gates the guards had snapped to attention upon hearing them. Ready for friend or foe. From the trees horses emerged, flying a sky blue banner with a white lightning bolt striking down its center. Beneath it was a man-shape mounted upon a muscled destrier, he and the horse both wore armor of overlapping plates, but unlike the horse he was entirely hidden by his. Only two holes remained for eyes, and they glowed with a faint light to match his banner in color. Flanking him on either sides were two dozen armored riders in formation, serving as an honor guard, and a pair of light supply wagons followed in their wake. They approached the gates and halted twenty strides from the alert guards. The leading rider passed his banner to a follower before riding ten strides closer. "You stand before Faust the Thunderous!" he exclaimed, somehow striking a heroic pose from atop his mount and using the only natural gift he had brought with him from Earth, a clear and resounding voice. "Make way! For I am summoned here by the grace of your liege, and he will not kindly suffer dawdling." The guards quickly remembered their orders regarding Hero Object wielders, and their captain stepped forward. "Present your Hero Object, my lord, so that we may escort you to the King," he stated, his helm resting under his arm. "My pleasure," Faust whispered, his low voice echoing from his helm unnaturally. He raised a short rod pulled from his belt and it began to crackle with energy. "Thank you, m-" the guard captain's reply was cut short by a blade of lightning striking down from out of the clear sky above, connecting with the rod to unleash a cacophony of thunder. Although Hector's horse didn't so much as flinch as he returned the rod to his belt, once their ears had stopped ringing the guards could hear the panicked neighing of horses and barking of dogs from within the city walls and even his men had trouble controlling their mounts. "My lord..." the captain finished with a dour expression, before turning to his men to ready an escort.</s>	<\|message\|>Nathaniel Albin Nathan whistled a tune as he walked down the dirt road, light hearted and somewhat cheerful. It had been a good morning. He'd come across some other travellers and exchanged a friendly word with them earlier, and the weather was quite fine. The sunlight felt warm on his skin and there was a light breeze that added a spring in his step. It was a fine day to be travelling, and he would arrive at the next city soon. You should hurry up. A voice in his head said. "Oh, come on, Beholdy. It's so nice today." Nathan said. The Horn of Man has been sounded. This means- "Yeah, I know. I know." Nathan sighed. Nathan had been on the road for around a week when a strange horn sounded from somewhere far away. Beholdy, his hero item, had told him to go to the source. The Horn of Man had been sounded, it'd said. From what Beholdy had told him, whoever held the Horn of Man had the power to call other hero objects to it. Also according to Beholdy, a hero object was an artefact that chose its master, waiting for the right person to wield it. Whosoever did was privy to its powers and history, along with an eternal companion resting in the object. Normally, hero objects took the form of something close to the original hero who wielded it, which meant that there were a bunch of hero swords and stuff around. Nathan couldn't even guess why Beholdy was a headband, but there must've been some reason. Well if you know, then you know the urgency of this situation. Beholdy said. "Oh, come on. It can't be that bad." Nathan said. "And look, the city's right over there." As Nathan walked, the city's walls loomed into range, bearing down on travellers coming by. As Nathan beheld its size, he couldn't help but appreciate the size of the city. For a few weeks, he'd been stopping by in small towns and it'd been a while since he came through another city. Nathan walked into the large city, walking through the streets full of people. It was pretty busy, likely on account of it being midday. Nathan looked around, wondering where to go next. "Hey, Beholdy. Where next?" He asked. I don't know. It said. I have not been to this city of man in decades… "Oh." Nathan said, surprised. "Maybe I'll ask someone." Nathan looked around for a guard. Spying one by the street, he pushed through some people to get to him. "Excuse me!" Nathan called out to him. "Do you know where the castle is?" The guard noticed his voice and looked over him, only to jump, startled. Nathan's headband tended to surprise people sometimes, but never that much. Maybe he was just jumpy? "You there." The guard said. "Are you the possessor of a hero object?" "Uh…" Nathan said, taken aback. He didn't know what to say. He hadn't known anyone who recognised a hero object before. What should he say? Answer honestly. Beholdy advised. The bearer of the horn is expecting you. "Yup, that's me." Nathan said. The guard looked around at the street full of people, motioning for another guard to come to him. "Come with me." He told Nathan. "The King is expecting you." "Alright." Nathan said, surprised. The guards parted the crowd around them and made a beeline straight down the street, seemingly to the centre of the city. As Nathan was led through the streets, he began talking to Beholdy in his mind. So, with these hero objects… Nathan thought. What is it? Beholdy asked. Well, I was thinking. I came from a different world, but I ended up possessing this hero object, right? Yes. Beholdy agreed. Your point? Well, I was thinking about my other friends and whether or not they ended up here as well. At this, Beholdy was silent. Has it happened before? ...I don't know. I guess not. For the first time in a little while, Nathan started thinking about his friends and where they might be. Maybe they were worrying about him in the real world, or maybe they were enjoying that field trip. Or maybe they were in this world, with their own hero objects, drawn in by the power of the Horn of Man.</s>
<\|description\|>Nathaniel Albin Age: 16 Nathan sports short light brown hair and is about 160 cm tall. He wears a plain, featureless brown shirt which is slightly darker than his hair and black pants, also plain. He wears his grey sneakers and has hand wraps. Also has his a grey headband that covers his eyes. It has a single eye motif in the middle of it. Currently, he also has a staff and a big backpack for travelling. Before the shift, Nathan was a normal guy. He went to school, played around with his friends, that sort of thing. He had a slightly withdrawn good friend kind of personality at the time. But when he was about 13, he got into a car accident. He emerged relatively unharmed, save for the permanent loss of sight. After this, he noticed that the atmosphere around him turned painfully quiet, and at times, he could hardly tell anyone was there. The loneliness was something he couldn't stand, now that he couldn't see. He decided to change his personality to make everyone smile and talk. He succeeded, and for 2 years of his life, he was fairly happy. He missed his sight, but he learned the pain of loneliness in a world without light and would never wish it on others. Beholder's blindfold: The beholder's blindfold is a dark gray, with an eye design occupying the middle of it. Its personality is somewhat quiet, and frequently says it doesn't have a name, so Nathan calls it Beholdy. Most of the time, it's content to keep quiet, but it whispers words of advice when it needs to. One thing Nathan can say about Beholdy is that its pretty wise and knows a lot of history. It has a kind of mentoring personality, telling Nathan how to fix his mistakes and telling him what things are.</s> <\|message\|>Hector Faust The hot water eased the tension in Faust's muscles as he lowered himself into the overly large bath, cracking his neck and letting out a relaxed sigh as the water reached his shoulders. He had dismissed the attendants and entertainment before disrobing, which was apparently uncharacteristic since some of them had appeared legitimately offended. Although he did not mind flaunting his newly acquired physical prowess on certain occasions, a year in Alma Terra had done little to dampen the modesty he had been taught on Earth. For this upcoming event he decided that a moment of solitude, shared only with Rod, would be the most beneficial course of action. There were important things for the two to discuss, and many plans to lay. This would be his first impression on the King, and the lords of the capital, so he would need to be at his best to gain their favor and the favor of the other heroes. Yes, and once you have proven yourself you will be poised at the King's ear. An apt place for the two of us, an apt place indeed. Rod whispered. "Christ, there's no need to sound so ominous, Rod, we fight for the good of mankind," he replied, applying soap to his unruly helmet-hair. You mention this name, Christ, as curse quite often. Was he such a tyrant to earn this ill repute? "No, I suppose not. My land is simply a place characterized by irreverence, the pious actually call him their savior…now that I'm here in a world of magic, I wonder if he was?" The question was rhetorical, so Rod remained silent for a moment before returning to their original topic. Already your name has spread from Thirdain to Amaltas, and monuments rise in your honor. It will not be long before you have become the savior of mankind, if you remember patience and caution. "Speaking plainly, as usual, but first we must deal with matters at hand. What has the King summoned us all here for? The realms we have risen to protect are left undefended while we attend a banquet," Faust paused, his brow furrowing. "I cannot imagine he his name would be so respected if he were a man of whimsy, so there must be a dire need for our presence. The sooner we figure out what that is, the better prepared we will be." Indeed. Rod whispered. At The Banquet Hall Once again striking a heroic pose, Faust stood on the other side of the central door and awaited its opening, as instructed. He hadn't needed the clothing that had been provided for him, all of his finest attire had been aboard the wagons he had brought. So rather than the silken trappings of the nobility, he wore a suit of dazzling ceremonial armor, which was plated in silver, and sported a bejeweled gorget studded with sapphires. Belted on his left was a ceremonial, but functional, sword in a gilded scabbard with a jeweled pommel and fine leather wrappings on its hilt. Rod hung from the other side of his belt, appearing inconspicuous and austere in comparison to the sword. Just as he intended. Finally, he heard a muffled voice on the other side of his door. It's about to begin, he and Rod thought simultaneously. "Welcome lords and ladies to a most auspicious occasion. We have waited and our resolve has been answered. I give you...." The door in front of him swung open and he stepped forward into the banquet hall with dignified grace. "Mans strength. Our Heroes!" The applause was everything he had hoped it would be, he smiled and raised a hand to wave at the most influential and wealthy men in a kingdom. He also took a moment to see the other heroes after which he concluded that they were a strange bunch. While some passed through the crowd without delay, Faust entered the mix with a charming smile. He shook hands, patted backs and shared a few words of encouragement and humor with the nobles he walked through, leaving a trail of nodding heads and laughter in his wake. When he made it through the nobles he found himself before the King. "Your majesty, I am humbled by your invitation and honored to be in your presence," his shining armor clanked noisily as he knelt before the King, placing his left fist against the floor beneath and resting his right hand on his knee.</s> <\|message\|>Kirk Haywood Before they could present him to the public, Kirk needed some help. Now as much as the doctors would have loved to do something about his love of alcohol, that wasn't possible. But they could remove the hangover, and that would certainly help him not embarrass himself or any other heroes while participating in the banquet. It didn't take long for them to start the regenerative process. Before he knew it, Kirk's system was clear and he had no pain rattling around his head at all. He also had to get dressed up before introducing himself to the king, nobles, and representatives. As much as he would have loved to dress formally, he didn't have any clothes like that. He would rather not borrow or purchase any clothes of that kind anyway, he doubted he wouldn't use them much. Kirk was pretty sure he wouldn't be attending many parties, not that he wouldn't want to. After giving his head enough time to do its job, he figured that wearing his earth clothe's would have been the best decision. He cleaned up his hat, jacket, shirt, jeans, and even his socks and shoes. It took him a little longer then he had wanted it too, but sure enough he was able to clean them up. Although back on earth they were a bit bland and normal, compared to the clothes of Alma Terra they were outstanding. It took time to clean himself up, but it didn't take too long. He had managed to make it to the door of the banquet and stand alongside the other heroes before it started. He didn't say anything to them when he got there, they were rather intimidating. "Kirk, if it hadn't had been for those healers, you would have been in a lot of trouble. To put it in your vocab, ' Wow that would've fuckin sucked'. Don't go drinking before visiting kings you idiot. " Rarely was Destoc this serious about something, so Kirk knew to take him seriously, although he did have some trouble doing so. " You wanted me to do it! Besides, it all worked out well I guess. Although to be honest, i think i'd rather be a little tipsy then completely sober when we walk in there, at least it would help me look like I have a more of a personality." They didn't have any more time to squabble, soon as Kirk was done whispering to Destoc the doors opened. One of the heroes went almost directly to the food, while another was weaving himself into the crowd. The one who Kirk's eyes followed was Faust, and that man knew what he was doing. Shortly, he was in front of the king, and Kirk followed him. However when he spotted the king, he started to tremble slightly and couldn't bring himself to move. The most important person in the kingdom, or at least, that is how the villagers he had befriended talked about him. While others would remain calm, Kirk would break into a sweat.</s>	<\|message\|>Nathaniel Albin "Ugh." Nathan sighed, relaxing in the bath. You have so much stamina, and yet you sound so tired. Beholdy said in Nathan's mind. "This is a new situation for me, you know." Nathan said. "It's pretty stressful." He'd arrived an hour or so earlier, and every minute of it was tiring. He was greeted, given access to a huge bedroom too extravagant to be comfortable in, and decided to take a bath. At that stage, a bunch of servants tried to help him with it, whom he'd sent away, and he was finally alone, sitting in a bath to release some tension. Nathan lowered his face in the water, feeling like hiding out from the world. Bubbles escaped from his mouth as another sigh came from his lips. He lifted his head again and sank back, relaxing in the bath. "This is going to be so annoying." He sighed again. I agree that this extravagance is unnecessary, but humour the King. He has spared much expense for the heroes. Beholdy said. "Well I never said I wanted that." Nathan said, getting out of the bath. He shook off some of the water and dried himself off, making for his clothes. Grabbing them, he quickly slipped on his underpants, followed by the comfortable dryness of his black pants, and then the slight roughness of his brown shirt. I'm not against your choice of attire, but to wear that to meet the king is just… "Look at it this way." Nathan said, slipping his shoes on and making his way out of the bath. "I have absolutely no sense in fashion, so I may as well wear what I know." He began walking towards the room he'd been given, passing some servants going on their way. I would still suggest slipping on something more… fitting. Beholdy said. "Like what? You know I can't dress well if my life depended on it, and my colour sense is literaly non-existent." Nathan replied. I cannot refute that. "See?" Nathan said, arriving at the door to his room. He opened the door and entered, closing the door carefully behind him. He took his shoes off and left them by the door. He then walked in to the centre of the room and fell down onto the carpet, back first. He didn't really feel comfortable with sleeping on the huge bed, and he'd probably do it at night, but not now. "This is way too fancy for a pleb like me." Nathan said out loud. Plebeian or not, the King needs you. Beholdy reminded him. "You've told me a thousand times, you don't need to tell me anymore." Nathan said, sitting up. He paced over to a large his bag, on which his hand wraps lay. He took them and began winding them around his hands. "So, I've been wondering." He said absentmindedly. Yes? Beholdy asked. "Why doesn't the blindfold get wet? I mean, it's a blindfold, right?" Think of it for a second skin. Beholdy replied. It is possible to remove it, but it is affected by liquid similarly to your own skin and will not impede your natural bodily functions. "That's, well…" It is strange, yes. Beholdy said, confirming Nathan's thoughts. The hero object is a part of you now. It will remain yours until your death. You, Nathaniel Albin, are now a part of its history, as many have been before. Nathan had a sudden thought. "What happened to the previous owners?" He asked. The original owner died peacefully, surrounded by his students, whom he all cherished. Beholdy replied. Some users have… not been as fortunate. "Huh. Really?" Nathan said, finished rewrapping his hand wraps. He squeezed the air a few times experimentally, satisfied at the tightness. "Well, I hope I won't die." Nathan said. The banquet will begin soon. Beholdy said. "Got it." Nathan replied. He took grabbed his staff leaning by the wall and made out of his room, heading towards the banquet hall. A little while later, Nathan was behind a door at the north end of the hall. He was also near the other heroes. It was strange, as some wore clothes from his world. It was likely that he knew them, but he'd need to hear their voices to know for sure. Unfortunately, he couldn't talk to them, as they were soon to re-enter the hall. Nathan gripped his staff as the doors opened, and they were ushered out into music and cheering. As he walked out into the noise of the crowd, it was quite clear that Nathan was extremely out of place. Hundreds of plates lined the huge tables, filled to the brim with food that looked to be delicious. The fragrance of many delicacies mixing together was intoxicating, but it only served to make Nathan feel even more out of place, as the chairs were lined with noble-looking people, all adorned with jewels and jewellery, with clothes so fine that Nathan's own rough shirt felt like sandpaper just by looking at them. Alright, I see what you mean. Nathan thought to Beholdy. Beholdy said nothing. Nathan tried waving, awkwardly holding his staff in one hand. He didn't really know what to do. It was clear that the King wanted them to do something, but what? What did the king mean by Man's strength? Why were they needed? Around his fellow heroes, he was still pretty out of place. Some of them had clothes that they likely kept from earth, and he was only reminded of his own simple clothes even more. His clothes were clean, of course, but still simple and rather underwhelming. So what do I do now? Nathan asked Beholdy. Beholdy didn't respond. Nathan looked around. Some of the heroes had already decided on what to do, but Nathan wasn't too sure what he should do. 2 people were paying their respects to the king and one had made a beeline for the food. Nathan was kind of hungry, but he was pretty tense. He didn't know if he could enjoy a meal under that kind of pressure. So Nathan stood there awkwardly, wondering what exactly he should be doing.</s>
<\|description\|>Nathaniel Albin Age: 16 Nathan sports short light brown hair and is about 160 cm tall. He wears a plain, featureless brown shirt which is slightly darker than his hair and black pants, also plain. He wears his grey sneakers and has hand wraps. Also has his a grey headband that covers his eyes. It has a single eye motif in the middle of it. Currently, he also has a staff and a big backpack for travelling. Before the shift, Nathan was a normal guy. He went to school, played around with his friends, that sort of thing. He had a slightly withdrawn good friend kind of personality at the time. But when he was about 13, he got into a car accident. He emerged relatively unharmed, save for the permanent loss of sight. After this, he noticed that the atmosphere around him turned painfully quiet, and at times, he could hardly tell anyone was there. The loneliness was something he couldn't stand, now that he couldn't see. He decided to change his personality to make everyone smile and talk. He succeeded, and for 2 years of his life, he was fairly happy. He missed his sight, but he learned the pain of loneliness in a world without light and would never wish it on others. Beholder's blindfold: The beholder's blindfold is a dark gray, with an eye design occupying the middle of it. Its personality is somewhat quiet, and frequently says it doesn't have a name, so Nathan calls it Beholdy. Most of the time, it's content to keep quiet, but it whispers words of advice when it needs to. One thing Nathan can say about Beholdy is that its pretty wise and knows a lot of history. It has a kind of mentoring personality, telling Nathan how to fix his mistakes and telling him what things are.</s> <\|message\|>Nolan Nolan frowned as the guards brought in someone they refereed to as a rebel and shoved him before the king. Frankly he was surprised that he hadn't received the same treatment, he had been under the impression that killing nobles tended to do that. Apparently no one liked the ones he killed any more than the mistreated peasants they ruled over. Or they were to scared to do anything about it, he thought cynically. Sighing he polished off what remained off the food on his plate and left ignoring the slob next to him and was about to walk over to the king when he noticed someone waving a staff around and looking incredibly awkward. Sighing he walked over to the nervous person and said, "Come on then, the king will want to see us sooner or later might as well make it now." and then proceeded to do just that, walk over to the king. The other nobles of course parted to make way for him like he was the plague and he heard several whispers of "murderer", and "assassin", he simply ignored them nearly as disdainful as Loden. As he neared the king he respectfully bowed rather than fully kneeling like was no doubt proper, "I would say I hope you don't think of me as to forward but I really don't care, so why exactly are we here?" Loden sniffed haughtily, "Doesn't look like much of a king to me."</s> <\|message\|>Robyn Silverman Robyn stays toward the back of the banquet, leaning up against the wall. Dressed in her dark clothing, she had hoped that no one would notice her, but she has already had multiple walk up to her and congratulate her. As they come and go, the swords whisper to her and she cringes, not wanting to give into their blood lust. She does not understand why they call them Heroic Objects, when these swords at anything but. She stares at her boots when suddenly there's a commotion across the hall. Her head flies up and she sees a young man being dragged by guards into the banquet. They throw him at the feet of the king and she lurches of the wall, looking toward them. The man looks faintly familiar, but she does not know where from. The man makes the comment and Robyn bristles angrily. She stalks over to them. "You may want to show a little more respect, sir," she says angrily. "This man could end your life and I can already see in your eyes that you do not want to die." Her fingers itch to go to her swords, but she steadies herself. She then realizes what she has done and turns to the king, bowing before him. She kneels to one knee, placing her fist on the floor. "I am sorry, Lord King. I must have lost my head." You cannot lose your head, for I am always in it. Yūkan'na, her katanas, whisper to her. She swallows hard and ignores them.</s> <\|message\|>Devin Coal After the Heroes made their entrance several were immediately trapped by eager ladies in waiting and barons hoping a friend of the Hero might earn them a place higher up in the food chain of politics. The food and drink were distributed liberally with plenty of both for the crowd. One hero made his way to the king and gave a formal voice of thanks. This seemed to please the king who smiled. "It is I who should thank you young Hero. Please a savior need not kneel. It is us who are in your debt." The voice betrayed the Kings appearance which was one of an older man. Instead his voice, like the hero object he possessed, rang out loud and powerful even echoing some as those around him drew quiet. The reason for silence seemed to multiply after a group of guards pulled a young man forward. The face now recognized by many as the one on the wanted posters. The mans name was unknown and he was simply known as a bandit. Since his attacks on caravans both traders and the kings own he had been getting more and more recognition. When the man is thrown in front of the King he turned to the bandit and frowned. "It would seem we have lost our manners when hosting this hero..." His voice was low and threatening to the guards. They quickly started to defend their actions pulling out a poster, but were quickly silenced by a wave of the Kings hands. "I pardon all acts against my seal this man has committed." There was no murmur from the guards. Instead silent nodding. The King then walked over and pulled the young man up onto his feet. "It would be wise to learn you are not back home playing a protagonists journey. Learn to adapt instead of create more chaos. Not knowing the larger picture can make you the bringer of disaster." This was said in a high whisper. The mood was now dapper and the King quickly signaled for the band to play bringing life back to the party. "My captain has informed me that you all come from the same home. It is understandable that you all have much to catch up on. I too would like to hear of how you came to be chosen as a hero." The King was again standing with his strong voice and aged body. Still his eyes seemed to twinkle like that of a boy in a candy store.</s> <\|message\|>Sean Evans Sean Evans, Outside the Capital The Lord of the realm assigned twenty men to accompany Sean on his summons to the capital. They traveled on horseback under the cloud covered sky. Perhaps we should move quicker… The daylight is all but gone for this day, the moon is coming round - wouldn't you agree?, Sean heard the voice of the nameless ring insert itself into his thoughts. "I wouldn't want to tire the men by having them move faster. We have already been traveling since noon." We are likely to be late, many have already arrived. Sean was a suspicious as to how the ring knew such a thing, but he figured he wouldn't bother with it, the ring was likely to give it's usual reply - 'I do not know what you are talking about.' - the ignore all future mention of it. After many hours the gates to the capital were in sight. Ah, the capital. It has been many moons. The ring seemed to be reminiscing. The clopping of hooves echoed as they made the transition from gravel to cobblestone roads. The moon was high in the sky by this point and the clouds seemed to not have moved at all. We are most certainly late. The ring maintained its calm demeanor. We must find ourselves an audience with the king - there is likely a gathering of the heroes. The clopping of hooves suddenly ceased. We must have arrived. The ring seemed to be relatively satisfied. "Captain Heinsworth. Why have we stopped?" Sean road to the front of the guard. "They're approaching us, my lord." Heinsworth steadied his steed. "Who are you?" One of the three guards, who were approaching, called to Sean and his guard. "We are the honor guard from Rathe, escorting the bearer of a Hero Object." Heinsworth called back. The city guards were close enough to see by this point. They carried torches and one a banner. At the mention of the phrase 'Hero Object' they turned and began discussion silently. They turned back, "May we see the Hero Object for confirmation?" "Of course!" Sean rose his staff so they may see it and the glowing stone atop of it. A glowing, blue, mocking bird fluttered about for a few seconds. "My lord, please come this way - the king is expecting you. At the Banquet Hall Sean had arrived later than the rest and so, hadn't had a chance to make his way to his room - he was given a chance to change his garments to a more formal attire. He was then positioned behind a door, staff in hand, leading to the banquet hall. The other object bearers will be behind other doors. "That would make sense." Sean realized something the other day, but hadn't brought it up yet. "When you told me that I was destined to be here, you refused to elaborate... Is this it then?" The voice remained silent. After a while, it spoke. When you get out, try to make the king's acquaintance. The ring had ignored him, it was as he had expected it to happen. He could hear a muffled voice from the other side of the door. It then opened and the king, himself, introduced all of the object bearers. Sean stepped through the door and joined the party.</s> <\|message\|>Nolan Nolan's brow furrowed in response to the king's words. They had all come from the same place? Then someone else must have vanished from that field trip, he turned to examine the black-suited women more closely, it was clear now. The year spent in this world had changed her but now he could see that if she came from the same place as him she must be Robyn Silverman, the super-smart girl who was always reading. And the only girl he had a crush on but was to embarrassed to ask on a date. Loden hissed angrily, "This is no time for your wasteful emotions to occur!" Nolan colored slightly but it quickly went away and he hissed back "Shut up, this is no time for your spiteful and suspicious words either," Nolan sensed a sulky silence from Loden but refused to say anything else, luckily as far as he knew no one could hear Loden but him. Although he was positive that the women was Robyn he still had to make sure so he asked her, "Would you perhaps be Robyn Silvermna?" he asked somewhat nervously. He wasn't sure whether he wanted the answer to be yes or no and he didn't know how he would respond anyway.</s> <\|message\|>Hector Faust "It is I who should thank you young Hero. Please a savior need not kneel. It is us who are in your debt." Just as he had hoped, the King was a humble and wise man, everything Faust had imagined him to be. Clearly, he would listen to reason when it was presented. Before he could reply to the King's gracious gesture, there was a disturbance. All eyes turned away from Faust and to the guards as they dragged a criminal before the King, hurling him to the floor unceremoniously and delivering a crude amount of abuse before the assembled nobles. He used the commotion as an opportunity to rise to his feet. He possesses an object, Rod whispered, by way of warning. Despite that, Faust placed a hand on the hilt of his blade, ready to wipe the insolence from the other hero's face, but the King was quicker in offering mercy and kindness. As was to be expected of so noble a ruler, although even he thought that pardoning the criminal was taking it a step too far. "My captain has informed me that you all come from the same home. It is understandable that you all have much to catch up on. I too would like to hear of how you came to be chosen as a hero." The King stated, as the mood of the banquet hall returned to normal. "Your Majesty, who is this captain you refer to and how does he come by knowledge, if I may be so bold?" Faust queried, showing a hint of nervousness before continuing. "I, Faust the Thunderous, was born into this world but one year ago. I know little of anything that may have occurred before that, nor will I let it have any bearing on my actions."</s>	<\|message\|>Nathaniel Albin Nathan stood awkwardly, watching a bit. Someone had been brought in and labelled a criminal or something, but the King said they were a hero? Beholdy confirmed that he had a Hero object, so it was fine, but still. It was resolved quickly, at least, and the party went back to normal. The King was even giving them time to get reacquainted, which was good. That said, he didn't really know them. He'd heard some of his fellow Heroes' names, and he recognised them vaguely. The name Robyn was mentioned by a person with a cloak, and the someone identified themselves as Lord Faust, who was in full armour and had an electric baton. The baton and the cloak are Hero objects. Beholdy said helpfully. Good to know. Nathan replied. He didn't really know any of them closely, and judging by their voices, he hadn't known any of them. But that said, it meant that his friends were probably doing fine, and they weren't here, which was probably a good thing. He thought of the 2 people who'd given their names. He was sure that he'd heard their names thrown around in conversations, but he couldn't remember where, when or why, which was understandable. It had been an entire year, and a strange one at that. Nathan thought for a moment. Faust was mentioned, but try as he might, he couldn't really remember him well. But Robyn seemed a little more familiar. Just a bit. He thought hard for a moment. For some reason, he kept coming back to books, but he didn't know why. He didn't read at all... He suddenly recalled a conversation he'd had with his friends once. They were talking about pretty much nothing at the time, and their teacher called them to take some stuff from the library, so he went with a friend. They got the books and they chatted for a while about the library, and his friend mentioned that there was a girl who always sat in the library reading. Robyn was her name. What was her last name? He couldn't remember, but he had to confirm it. Nathan approached her and tried asking her. "Say... Um, were you the girl who read a lot of books?" Nathan asked carefully.</s>
<\|description\|>Nolan Age: 18 Pre-Transport Story: Nolan was a star jock at his school, very popular and always had friends around him. Although he always had a feeling that his friends were just around because of how popular he was, but he tried to ignore this for the most part. Nolan felt that for some reason he was wasting his life here, but had no idea why or what to do to fix it Hero Object Personality: Sarcastic, cold and uncaring. Other: Hates eating meat. Stutters sometimes. Is terrified of heights and is rather naive.</s> <\|message\|>Kirk Haywood Kirk shouldn't do it. He should not be doing what he was doing. Destoc told him it was ok, but he knew it wasn't. He had finally entered the capital and should alert the guard, or look for the king. However Destoc insisted that he had enjoy himself before looking for the king. "Im telling you, its fine! We aren't in 'hurry' village, we are in the capital! It'll be super easy to get the guard or someone to bring us to the king after we are done! " Destoc spoke, the metal head bending in ways it was never intended to bend. " Are you really sure? As much as i'd love to hang about here, you were really being an ass about getting to the capital, and now that we are finally here you think we should waste our time doing this? " " Yeah, go ahead. I'm telling you now that we are here you are set, now go on! I know you were waitin for this! " Kirk didn't have the will to resist, he walked into the tavern and stole the drink right out of a man's hand. He shouted about how he'd pay him back later, and went on to get absolutely plastered. At first the tavern keeper and customers found him to be a major pain, but after he started paying for drinks and telling storeis they all got along quite well. He went on to drink and party for most of the afternoon. Later that evening, however, a guard who was curious about the racket coming from the tavern and found Kirk mumbling about how he was gonna ' break evil's neck in one hit'. After some questioning, the guard came to understand he was one of the heroes. He helped Kirk carry himself as they went on to see the king.</s> <\|message\|>Nolan Nolan dismounted his horse and flipped a coin to the stable boy his sword resting easily at his belt and the bow slung over his shoulder lay there giving off the impression of someone well experienced in its use, he wasn't sure why the king wanted wielders of the Hero Objects to arrive but no doubt they were needed for something important. "Idiot, he just wants my power for himself." his artifact whispered scornfully. "There's no reason to think that, you're so suspicious." Nolan mentally whispered back unsurprised once again in his artifacts utter lack of faith in humanity and cynical nature. As he walked up to the castle he saw some drunkard being dragged away by a guard and shook his head. Sometimes he was more inclined to listen to Loden than not. Nolan found another less per-occupied guard and asked him to lead on to the castle and after a short explanation of who he was, which really was unnecessary, the way Nolan dressed was rather distinctive, the guard lead the way to the castle. On his way there he considered how drastically his life how changed, and yet in some ways not at all. After all he was still fighting for his team, just here it was to the death and the tools for the sport were rather different. On second thought that was a horrible analogy, oh well there was a reason he had been a C student in school. Once again he reflected on the different views this world had brought him, a year ago he would've been worried about the high school exit exam, now he was worried who would try to kill him next.</s> <\|message\|>Volker "Stargrazer" Prowse "Shut up already..." Volker was incredibly tired of his blade's negative shit and sheathed it causing Astraeus' speech to be muffled. "That is much better!" he exclaimed as his smile widened. Despite his sword being his only constant companion, he could only handle so much of its gloom before he was influenced by it. Astraeus' ceased trying to speak, realizing he would not be heard while Volker looked through his pockets and managed to find a bag he would place his berries in. He took it out of his pocket and looked inside to find the realization that he had no food at all. He still grinned, he wouldn't let hunger get him down! He gripped his sword by its handle and strode out of his shelter when Astraeus repeatedly flickered its white light. The blade peeked out of its sheath and caught its wielders attention. "What is it?" he asked. "Considering your reaction I'm going to assume that you did not just sense that." "Sense what?" Volker was curious now. He held his blade close to his face and openly expressed his eagerness to know with his grin that somehow got even wider, this time to the point of being uncanny. "The Horn... I'm going to need you to move in the directions I tell you." The wielder had faith in his blade and quickly grabbed his things before treading to wherever Astraeus wanted him to go. ◆◆◆ His clothes were even dirtier and ripped from moving through the forest as hastily as he did. He examined his body to see if anything grazed him while he was running. Dammit, my clothes are somehow more of a wreck than they were before... Oh well! Volker studied the city from the outside and he was simply slack-jawed. On the outside of the gates he could easily see the guards and even some of the people entering and exiting the city. The guards Volker could see seemed incredibly serious, none of them expressing any kind of emotion. "Now what?" "Calmly approach one of the guards and show me to them. They'll deliver you to the king an-" Volker stopped listening after the sword said guards. I'll cheer them up. He was now dashing towards one of the inexpressive guards and leaping at him. Caught off-guard, the guard fell onto the ground after Volker playfully tackled him. Within seconds, a few of the surrounding guards snatched Volker off and took Astraeus out of his possession. "... All of you need to lighten up." After hearing his master say this, Astraeus started to glow white. Many of the guards shook their heads and one managed a chuckle before they realized that a sword glowing and being capable of communicating with its master is not too normal. The guard he tackled placed Astraeus back in its sheath and helped Volker up. "Follow me. The King is expecting you."</s> <\|message\|>Devin Coal Time: Early Evening Reports had started to be received regarding the Heroes being found and brought to the castle. They were instructed to prepare for an audience with the king over a formal banquet. At such times they would be invited to join in the first Meeting of Heroes. At the castle each Hero was well received with a giant bedroom and the offering of a massive bath in the company of assistants and entertainment. Those that were found or arrived later in the day were brought straight to the banquet which was already starting. The banquet hall housed nearly one hundred. Mostly land owners in the surrounding areas but every corner of the Kingdom of Man was represented. With extravagant jewel and clothes each seemed to be trying to put their best image forward for the arrival of the heroes. Finally a loud trumpet marked the arrival of the King. Who after entering took advantage of the bows and silence. "Welcome lords and ladies to a most auspicious occasion. We have waited and our resolve has been answered. I give you...." With a sweeping motion every door at the north end of the hall opened and from each door a hero emerged. "Mans strength. Our Heroes!" The whole hall erupted in applause and cheers as the music started to play and the heroes entered the party.</s> <\|message\|>Robyn Silverman Robyn noticed a guard escort ahead of her and she quietly snuck up behind it. She proceeded to follow the escort to the castle, where she is halted by more guards. "No one enters but heroes and royalty" the guard claimed and Robyn looked up at him. Quickly, she drew her two swords from behind her back, gripping the hilts together. She showed them to the guard and the swords murmured to her. She cringed slightly, ignoring the voices as much as she can, for they spoke to her of murder. The guard's eyes got wide and he called an escort for her. She smiles and tucks the swords back into her sheaths. The escorts lead her into the castle, leading her straight to her bedroom. Once the guard escort leaves, the maids in the rooms undressed her and took her to the bath. She is washed and scrubbed furiously, getting rid of every evidence of being in the forest. She hated most of it but once she got out, she noticed a big difference in her appearance. She stared in the mirror as her red locks flowed midway down her back. She twisted and the light from the windows reflected off her hair, making it look like fire. The maids did not speak to her at all. Merely, they sat her down in front of a mirror and began yanking at her hair with brushes. One maid worked on her face and the other braided her hair in a fishtail style, going over her shoulder and reaching down to just above her rib cage. Once they were done prepping her, they took her to the closet and showed her the styles of wardrobe she had. She noticed the silks and soft dresses and she rolled her eyes. She walked over to it and pushed back the dresses, reaching for a black combat suit that looked very interesting to her. The maids exchanged looks but neither of them argued with her choice. She then kicked them out of her room and proceeded to dress herself, pulling on the tight black pants and the tight black vest with a low V neck. She pulled on some hunting boots she found in the very back of the wardrobe and pulled her sheaths onto her back. Her flaming red hair stands on on her collar bone and the guards then call for her. She looked at them and they explain that it is time for the banquet. She took a deep breath. Be brave, my hero, that katanas whispered to her. For that is what you are. Brave She was guided to a door at the end of the hallway and she noticed a few others standing there. A man on the inside with a loud voice spoke extravagantly and suddenly, the door in front of her swung open. She took another deep breath and thought Show time. before she stepped through the door and into the party.</s>	<\|message\|>Nolan Nolan dismissed the servants from the bathing area. He hadn't had anyone help him bathe since he was 5 and he wasn't going to start again now. After a brief and vigorous scrubbing he quickly clothed himself in his normal clothing, the fancy suit that lay on the chair made what the castle though he should wear obvious, but Nolan had no intention of dressing up for anyone. He quickly combed his hair and donned his cloak and mask then headed to the hallway. He stood their nervously and his cloak hissed at him, "Don't eat or drink anything its poison." Nolan sighed and shook his head, surely the king wouldn't call them all her to poison them... right? Nolan frowned, Loden was getting to him, he wasn't normally this suspicious. As they were announced he heard the whispering of, something else but he couldn't make out what it said, he assumed Loden was messing with him and ignored the voices and stepped out into the party. He saw another women dressed in a daring black suit step out in front of him, something about her was... familiar. Probably just his mind playing tricks on him, he adjusted his sword uneasily, he had brought it simply out of habit but now it seemed rather out of place. He quickly stepped through the crowd as they parted before him to the food table, he didn't really want to talk to anyone here so he might as well get some grub. After filling up a plate with food he sat at a table, raised his mask and carefully began eating with surprising sophistication, normally he would've just chowed down but he didn't want to leave a bad impression.</s>
<\|description\|>Annette Delauney Image: Age: 25 Gender: Female Class: Esper Background: The heiress to low noble French family (at least claimed. Them's details), she was always the rebel child, never satisfied with what she had, and not willing to be shoehorned into the role her parents expected of her. This lasted through school, which while she had no trouble in terms of academics, she distinguished herself by hanging with the wrong crowd, in spurts of youthful rebellion. Eventually it became too much, and her parents cracked down, hoping to put an end to the youthful rebelliousness. But it backfired, as Annette went off on her own. Disowned from the family, she moved into crime, becoming a burglar and 'fixer', working as a freelancer. She stole, and solved peoples problems for them, using her esper powers to help her there. She has traveled across the globe, and is now wanted for several international crimes, but has managed to stay ahead of authorities thus far, and plans to enjoy herself until she gets caught. Personality: Her true personality is hard to find, given that her skills in subterfuge make her malleable in what she appears to be to other people. She's cocky though, confident in her skills, with a slight hatred for authority figures and rich people. Doesn't play well with others, but she tolerates people who demonstrate that they have skills and aren't idiots. Skills/Abilities: Wave Manipulation - A fancy term that means the ability to manipulate, control, generate, and negate all forms of radiation. This applies to herself, anything she touches, and a bubble within a couple feet of her. The greater the change, the longer it lasts Lockpicking, driving, hacking, lying, basic close combat</s> <\|message\|>Arata Aoshiki (First name, last name) The truck shuddered with every bump in the road and every little stop, shaking the Japanese stowaway from any attempt at getting a good rest. Hiding out in the back corner of some kind of shipping truck probably wasn't the best of ideas, but he'd done it on impulse, he didn't think the whole process through and now he was god-knows-where . Actually, now that Arata though about it, that described his whole adventure so far. A series of stupid decisions leading to lots of regret. Gah, he should've never left Japan in the first place. The truck stopped abruptly for the umpteenth time, as Arata heard words spoken in a language he couldn't much understand. It sounded Asian though, but that was probably to be expected when entering a Chinese shipping truck. The teen listened silently. Upon the sound of footsteps circling around the vehicle, Arata's eyes widened. 'W-Wait. Is-Is this it? What happens if they find me back here? No - gah - that's dumb, I'm a ESPer with a good power, I can deal with it, I can deal with it,' the teen ESPer thought, glancing around his immediate surroundings. Other than the shipments of what seemed to be food items, there wasn't much to work with. No openings to warp or anything. 'That's alright...that's alright,' he reassured himself glancing to the doors on the back, 'I just gotta be quick enough to designate, calc, and run, ne?' A moment after the first ray of light shone into the area, Arata was gone, sprawled on the pavement a several meters from the truck. "Gah..." he groaned, picking himself up off the ground as an announcement blared in the background. Something about foreigners, ESPers, and a C2 building. Unfortunately he didn't really catch it in between the whole 'temporarily shortening the fabric of space as casually as one would solve a simple maths equation' thing. Admittedly one of the more simple applications of his power - just a basic shortening and extension with no significant modification to the space - and very, very useful for quick movement. And if there was one thing he was good at, it was running from responsibilities, which made it useful twofold. Haha. A shame Arata was lost though, maybe then he could have put it to better use. At least he knew he was still in China, based on the surroundings. "Umm... He-Hello, sir?" Arata asked the nearest bystander, stopping from his assault on the laws of physics to inquire about what exactly he was to do, "What did that, uh, announcement say... exactly?" The man looked at the dirty, vagrant-like young man and sighed. "Curfew is in effect, and all foreigners go to the C2 building," he said in shoddy, but understandable Japanese before pointing at a building yonder, "It's that one. It is not far of a walk." He then proceeded to say something in what was probably Chinese. The tone wasn't very nice, so Arata just did his best to laugh it off and think on the positive side. "Thanks, mister," he said before heading to the C2 building. 'I should probably get a change of clothes and a shower when I can... I don't think anyone appreciates my disheveled appearance right now,' Arata thought, 'Hopefully I'll find something at this 'C2 building' place'</s> <\|message\|>Yang Ming-Yu Collab Post with Mira Akio and Haruna "Yakuse-Lǎoshī! Hi!" She catches up with them, My names is Mei Fang Huang! It's always cool to catch up with my best friend and father figure teacher, Yakuse-san. I've known them ever since and they've always stood by me. More like yeah, literally. My Father is the Prime Minister of this country but still for a position like that he rarely have time for me so I stay with my best friend and his Uncle's house all sometimes, if not all the time. They need not worry because I am the one who cooks all the delicious food! More like I cook with my hearts content I glomp them both as always, my pleasure to greet the people who takes care of me. "Mei, stop you racketing. It's embarrassing. Besides aren't you going to visit the C2 Building? We can't just go inside, only rich people are allowed to go." He said with a dismayed and reluctant voice. I replied. "Stop complaining Min-Min! I got this covered. Sides, you guys always get the good stuff when I'm around. I'm sure Dad's men will let us pass by." That's right, Dad always lets us pass by. In our case anyway, most of the people here are free to go because they are financially stable enough to afford such thing, the way Dad rules the country is half assed and some people might not even enter the C2 Building because of valid IDs. Only the lucky ones get to the building. Ming Yu just sighed and let it go, "Fine, Uncle. Let's go, I couldn't give a single shit and I always wanted to meet Richard Queen in person. OHH!! LOOK WHO DECIDED TO SHOW UP." He smacks the brat looking girl right to her head. Ming Yu isn't cool with her antics of being late."Yeah! Yeah! Good weather, don't be stupid and believe the weather forecast, it's clearly cloudy. We're not in the opposite world, Ellis. Tch.. don't change the topic. Uncle! We need to go to the C2 Building. You promised that since last week right? With Mei we can get in there." Richard Queen is Ming Yu's inspiration. His grades in school aren't that bad but his Science and Math are the only thing that's good. Hehehe, I'm so trolling them right now."Bleeeh. Min-Min. Dad just said we can go to the building, it is free. He just announced it and I personally know Dr. Queen." I pat his head. Ming Yu replied furiously."IDIOT! WHY DO I ALWAYS HAVE TO FALL FOR YOUR TRICKS!" He breathes heavily like a dragon. I said."That's because you're not a good listener and even in school you have low grades. Anyway, Yakuse-sensei, let's go! We don't want to hear Min-Min whine all day, don't we? Hahaha!" Right, I twisted the situation again. Making him believe that what I said was true but it was a joke to make Ming Yu confused and puzzled. CONFUZZLED! To be honest with all my energy. I forgot to notice Ellis."Hi Ellis!" He replies to them. Grabbing the both of them with their hands."Uncle! Let's not waste time. Tch... talking about attention span, you're the one with short attention span." He said to them. Dr.Richard Queen Near C2 Building This man is a descendant of Elias Queen the mother of magic and technology, he is the host for tonight's event. He is China's top 10 Scientist and one world's top ranking investor and the man who currently runs to Queen Labs Institute and funds Chengdu Moshu Yanju. Tonight will change everyone's mind about what he's going to show. He made a hologram contact with 3 of the existing H-W.M.D Espers. "People. Get ready, we're gonna make one hell of a presentation. Mr. Arata, Mr. Amamiya, Ms. Miller. Remind me to correct Prime Minister Huang about having only two Espers. I need you guys ASAP on C2 Quadrillion Stage where all events are held, we're going be facing hundreds and thousands out there."</s> <\|message\|>Masayume Yakuse (正夢役背) Name: Masayume Yakuse "Like I said, call me Masayume in public" Warned him lightly. Even though they're pretty close having a student calling him with his given name is still pretty embarrassing. The residences of Masayume household are what you would call eccentric people. Yang Ming-Yu, a boy on his rebellion stage. Mei Fang Huang, the commuting wife (通い妻). And Ellis Val Sonata, the thorny petite girl. The three of them, excluding Ellis who will enroll shortly in the future, are Yakuse's student in Chengdu Moshu Yanjiu Academy. Just few years ago Yakuse was living a tranquil life, spending each day all alone. But once he taken Ming under his wing, things changes. Mei began to show up at their place from time to time and slowly become a daily routine. And by the time they know it she became part of the family. Same goes with Ellis. And then there's her... a little girl whom he taken in few weeks ago. "I guess that is everyone" He stated, and lead everyone to the C2 Building. C2 Building is what you would call a "Event Hall" in a MMO. It has size nearly twice of a baseball stadium and can hold most of the citizen of the city. From here there is a stair which lead you to the lower level emergency shelter in case of something to happen, ensuring your safety. The inside of the building itself is spacious as you would expect and is filled with glass panel to project images. These glasses are called "Photon Glass" A multipurpose glass that can be utilized into various interactive uses. It can display any images and also work as a touch panel. These photon glass are placed throughout the cities as replacement for TV screen, notice signs, banisters, vending machine display, table, counter, and so on. It's part of daily life in this floating City of Tian Jin. Yakuse sensed a bad feeling about this "event" the city is held. Furthermore...</s> <\|message\|>Ellis Val Sonata. Ellis Val Sonata "Ouch. That hurt." Ellis caresses her head, after being hit by Ming. Her tail also dropped down, seemingly sadder. "You are a meanie, Yang. I heard that's how humans make conversation. How they 'break the ice'." Ellis said, puffing her cheeks, even though her poker face remained the same otherwise than that. Her tail moved around, seemingly pretty angry. She then turns to Mei. "Hi Fang. You seem to either have a slow reaction time or are rude enough to actually ignore my precense." Ellis said, her tail moving around with joy yet again. Still, the lack of emotion in her voice might confuse things. "That was a joke, by the way." After that, she saw Masayume, tilting her head. "Where are we going?" Of course, Ellis had no intention of climbing down from Yang's shoulders, putting his face between her thighs and squeezing it. "We are going to that 'C2' place? Is it tasty?" Even if she tried to feign ignorance, it would be impossible for her not to know what it was. It was the place where those strong guys would gather. "Ne, Yang, what's gonna happen? Someone's fighting or something?" Amamiya Kaito ~ Sonar "Finally! We getting some action! Not real action, but I can cope with this." Kaito said, standing up from his seat and moving his head around for a bit. "So, Arata and Miller, huh? No idea of who they are, but let's hope they are tolerable, not like that gal that dared call herself a teacher." Kaito put his hands in his pockets and walked away, to the quadrillion-whatever that guy had talked about. He still had to ask for some directions. "I wonder who's great idea it was to turn this into a labyrinth... Well, I should stumble upon it sooner or later." Kaito continued his aimless stroll, until finally reaching his destination. "Damn, I almost got lost there... Still the first one to arrive, huh? Well, no matter." He went to a nearby wall and leaned on it, before opening his eye and seeing the state of the room he was in. It was fairly messy, yes, it was the backstage of some grandiose place after all. "Goddammit, you guys. Clean this place a bit, won't ya?" Unable to control his urge, Kaito walked around the room, fixing it for it to look a bit better, worrying about little details that only someone with OCD would notice. It'd be a long time before he was finally satisfied.</s>	<\|message\|>Annette Delauney The cab ride was pleasant, at first, and rapidly descended into gridlock as a bunch of people made their way to the exact same spot that she was going, which was a bit much even for the road network of this place. Go figure. Annette sighed as she relaxed, looking out the window in dull monotony. The sense of urgency on the part of her driver was overwhelming, not. At last she got fed up, and tapped her driver on the shoulder. "Excuse me," she asked with a pleasant smile, lowering her sunglasses so she could look him in the eye. "Do you plan on having kids? Because if you do, I would suggest you take a more aggressive driving stance before I render you unable to do so, alright?" That earned a gulp and scared nod from the driver, and Annette smiled all the more as she sat back. The threat brought results as they began moving at a much more rapid pace through the cars and along city streets, until they were at the C2 Building, Fortunately they were early, and she was able to join the people arriving. "Thank you," she said to the driver, handing him some cash as she left the cab. "Keep the change." With that, she moved along and entered the building at a refined walk. It was a nice place, all things considered, but it could have been better. In her opinion. For the moment though, she went to mingle, and to potentially find something worth her time in all this mess and stupidity.</s>
<\|description\|>Annette Delauney Image: Age: 25 Gender: Female Class: Esper Background: The heiress to low noble French family (at least claimed. Them's details), she was always the rebel child, never satisfied with what she had, and not willing to be shoehorned into the role her parents expected of her. This lasted through school, which while she had no trouble in terms of academics, she distinguished herself by hanging with the wrong crowd, in spurts of youthful rebellion. Eventually it became too much, and her parents cracked down, hoping to put an end to the youthful rebelliousness. But it backfired, as Annette went off on her own. Disowned from the family, she moved into crime, becoming a burglar and 'fixer', working as a freelancer. She stole, and solved peoples problems for them, using her esper powers to help her there. She has traveled across the globe, and is now wanted for several international crimes, but has managed to stay ahead of authorities thus far, and plans to enjoy herself until she gets caught. Personality: Her true personality is hard to find, given that her skills in subterfuge make her malleable in what she appears to be to other people. She's cocky though, confident in her skills, with a slight hatred for authority figures and rich people. Doesn't play well with others, but she tolerates people who demonstrate that they have skills and aren't idiots. Skills/Abilities: Wave Manipulation - A fancy term that means the ability to manipulate, control, generate, and negate all forms of radiation. This applies to herself, anything she touches, and a bubble within a couple feet of her. The greater the change, the longer it lasts Lockpicking, driving, hacking, lying, basic close combat</s> <\|message\|>Victor Glarus The walk had done some of its magic on Victor, the city was a stunning and breath taking sight, and another bonus was that the traffic was moving at a snails pace because a lot of people were heading in the same direction as he was, their intent, most likely the same. However, the time he had during the walk gave him some room for thought, it raised several questions about why this was happening. They were to meet 2 of Chinas most powerful ESpers, so, why was this? Maybe it was a play of power, showing all of the Gaijin that China was a very powerful nation, of course this seemed a little counter productive as the world already knew that China was a powerful nation, it has been since the dawn of civilsed humanity, upon which China was the recorded first. So, maybe it was a little more unsavoury than that. Whilst a dictatorship is, in Victors opinion, the best form of government there was always a chance... or rather almost a certainty the dictator was inept and a callous fool who was power hungry and had the ego to match, generally they had the ability to rule over a shrimp stall with their management skills, and even that was pushing it. Li Huang, however, seemed on the surface to be a sufficient ruler; China was benefiting greatly under his rule after all and their acceptance of outsiders had became a great deal more evident. Something that would warrant further thought later, Victor mused as he came up to the destination, a large building that reminded him of an Amphitheater, the purpose was likely of a similar kind. There were a great deal of people here, the hustle and bustle was immense, as was the sheer size of the building it could easily seat at the very least half of the city's population, but this amount of people made Victor all the more cautious, after all pick-pockets could be a serious problem here, so he made sure he had a firm grip on Mansumune, which only the very tip of the hilt and the very bottom of the lacquered saya was visible, unless you looked at a certain angle. The people themselves were of all colours and backgrounds, this was without a doubt. There was not a single consistent piece of clothing amongst any of them, however there were some who stood out from the crowd more so than others these people would no doubt be of some interest later on, but at the moment he would simply get a drink and wait for the announcement that the event was starting. After getting himself a cup of tea; which paled in comparison to the caliber he normally drank he simply watched the crowd, waiting for someone of note to catch his eye, maybe someone from Japan, or maybe an ESper, now that would be interesting Victor thought, a small smile made its way on his lips as he took a sip from his drink.</s> <\|message\|>Arata Aoshiki (First name, last name) Arata was making his way down town, walking fast. Faces passed, but he wasn't homebound, unfortunately. Rather, he was heading to the C2 building like every other good, law-abiding foreigner. As he walked, he looked down to his phone every few seconds. It was an older model, but it was still made of Photon Glass and had compatibility with the same sorts of apps and software that the newer models had. Admittedly, Arata never got to make much use of all those functions. Mostly he just used it for the mobile games and to surf the Internet than any sort of actual 'phone stuff' like texting his (lack of) many friends or going on social media. Either way, he wasn't doing any of the aforementioned four. He was just adjusting his timezone, pulling up a translator just in case, maybe finding up a map or t- BZZZT! BZZZT! "FWAH!" Arata yelped, fumbling with his attempts at catching his phone. The sudden vibrations loosened his already lax grip on the device, causing it to tumble down and down. Just barely he'd managed to save the device from it's imminent doom. Dammit, he didn't have enough money left over to be careless about this kind of thing! Lying flat on the ground while holding his phone like a weirdo, Arata answered the spontaneous call to reveal the holographic image of Dr. Richard Queen. The esteemed doctor gave a succinct order to Arata and the two others in the call to make their way to the C2 building ASAP. "Uwah..." Arata groaned, not even having had the chance to get an explanation or anything. He picked himself up off the ground for the second time today, dusting off his dark hoodie and jeans. How did Dr. Queen figure he was in China anyway? Arata put his phone away when the answer struck him. Of course, the phone had location tracing. Another dumb mistake. He shouldn't have brought it along. The young man looked at the C2 building. Evidently the presence of the ninth was required for some kind of presentation in front of... thousands... of... people... ...Yeah. He really didn't want to go. Stage fright was a cruel mistress, wasn't she? Either way, the Doctor would probably find a way to get him there anyway, so there wasn't much use for fighting the inevitable. He gauged the distance from the ground to the top of the C2 building, and then the building from his current point. Arata curled his fingers into a fist, bracing himself. He took a deep breathe, and exhaled before taking a single step. Arata fell. His limbs flailed as he plummeted to the ground. He gritted his teeth, as he watched the ground below get ever closer and closer. His eyes watered as the air resistance buffeted his face. He cracked a little bit of a grin as his falling speed decreased severely. No, it wasn't that he was slowing his fall, more like he was falling up rather than down. Another instant later, Arata landed on the ground in a crouched position, one hand out in front to keep his balance and the other behind his back. He figured he looked kind of cool like that, maybe. A few people looked at the filthy-looking drifter crouched on the ground oddly as they entered the C2 building. Arata's faced reddened at this development, so he pulled up his hood and stood himself up before entering the building to go find this 'Quadrillion Stage'.</s> <\|message\|>Yang Ming-Yu Prelude to the storm As hundreds of thousands, numbers increasing. The man named Dr. Richard Queen entered the center stage, his device and invention the Madou Sphere Field is something he self proclaimed an accelerator that will surpass his predecessor's invention. The C2 Building, also known as ground zero building, the largest building to exist in Tian Jin city. In the area of range, the building is designed to withstand any form of heat, cold, and magnitude. It also absorbs pure energy as an arc reactor to keep the city prospering its energy to nigh limitless levels. It is not the main core of the city but the core is located at the orbiting satellites in the city. These satellites link to each daily devices which acts as service providers and service technicians/assistance for further advancement and fail safe control and hacking. The key cores are implanted into the hearts of the Board of Directors. The satellites can also be used as a weapon remotely which has Anti-Esper and magic ray field blasts. "A very good evening to you all. We don't look back to the past as I would say in my interviews, you all know me; Filthy rich Scientist who keeps making everything possible for this city and for the world but people, let me tell you. Tonight is the night that my love for this city will be reminded again and again. For the past century and during that point of time, we have struggled and moved on from the battles we fought and that is all thanks to my predecessor, Elias Queen. Tonight is the night that I present to you theDeluxe Madou Sphere Field. With a simple push of a button. Everything we know right now will flash forward and refine us to the future. This invention is a tribute to Elias Queen for a new era awaits us. This device will give us unlimited knowledge and the possibilities that seem impossible will become possible. This device is the equivalent of time and space as one that will make us updated to everything and anything. Imagine the constant updates of the D.M.S.F. With it, the world that was impossible before which became possible with Elias and what's impossible now will be forever be possible and the truth. I present you, the truth." D.M.S.F also known as Truth Weiss. The Vessel of Magic Knowledge/ Gifted doll that is a medium to the device a conduit to initiate launch. "This being is what you call a rare specimen. A doll of knowledge or the Vessel of Magic Knowledge that my predecessor created but as we all know. Science is the truth and Magic is just an advanced form of Science. Eureka everyone. Daddy's every little girl." He said. The vessel of magic knowledge is known as medium and is named Truth, she is implanted with the scientific device, D.M.S.F to accelerate the everything in process. Truth glows as white, and burning bright like the phoenix. Her eyes are Godly in everyone's presence. "Hello ladies and gentlemen, my name is Truth Weiss. I am happy to serve you." Her hands are radiant light and radiating a synthesis aurora of light in the sky, different rifts and colors we don't know of. "Ladies and Gentlemen, Truth Weiss is working!" Everyone applaud. [h3]Ming Yu[/b] "You see Uncle. This dude can make everything come true. We can all believe in truths if what his saying is truth. Maybe you'll stop being gloomy if reviving the dead is possible and Mei Fang emitting electricity out of her ass.". He asks Ellis to to sit on his lap.</s>	<\|message\|>Annette Delauney Annette Delauney, C2 Building Well, this place was filling up fast, and it had to be a logistical nightmare for the government, with all these foreigners showing up. But that was the result of arbitrary decisions like that. You'd think that the government would know that. But apparently not. So she walked about, viewing the crowds, as she looked for her amusement. As it turned out though, amusement and activity would find her first as some brave soul came yup to her, speaking in French. She looked him over, getting the distinct impression that he was some sort of tourist, if the luggage was anything to go by. It was another sign of the incompetence here, that had been prompted by the abrupt call to gather here. And it wasn't surprising that there would be some other Frenchmen here as well. "Oui, il est, monsieur," she replied in turn, a slight grin turning the corners of her lips as she fixed her attention upon the man. There was some surprise at the fact that he apparently knew her name, but she quickly submerged that surprise as she looked down to see the badge. Well, that was interesting. "Indeed, but sadly I don't have much of a choice in the matter," she sighed. At the same time, she began planning out what to do, using the advantage given by her sunglasses to check behind him for other agents. If this was some sort of Interpol operation, then she'd have to be prepared to get out in a hurry, especially if they knew and were prepared for the full extent of her abilities. But she attempted to convey none of that as a hand rested on her hip, displaying all signs of ease. Fortunately, he seemed to realize that his presence could be taken the wrong way, though she wasn't entirely convinced of his professed innocence in presence. Call it a force of habit. "A pleasure to make your acquaintance Leon," she answered, drawing on her skills in social interactions to give him the due grace he deserved. "Just seeing the sights, looking for some excitement." It was the truth, but she'd leave it for Leon to choose whether he could believe her or not. An eyebrow rose at the mention of a murder investigation, her interest piqued. She was hardly concerned about getting attacked herself, given her skill and abilities, but it did promise something interesting. "Sadly, I haven't," she replied with a shake of her head. "Kidnapping is so...distasteful. I could look into it though, with the right...persuasion." The intent there was obvious. If Leon wanted her help, he was going to have to make it worth her while. At that point the presentation began, and Annette turned to watch, but she wasn't as impressed. She was no scientist, but what the good Doctor was talking about sounded crazy, and until she saw some proof that he was uniting space and time in a single form, or whatever, she wasn't going to believe him. Sure, there were the lights, but that was hardly proof of anything given technology that was present, and it was more than possible that that was a clever simulation, so she treated it with healthy skepticism. At the same time, she kept an ear open for Leon, and what he might try next.</s>
<\|description\|>Jason Ford. Age: 21 (Born; 23 October, 2029) Gender: Male Class: Human Appearance: Jason Jason stands at an impressive 5'10, and weighs around 145 pounds. His most prominent physical trait are his dark brown, long hair which he seldom wraps in a ponytail of sorts. His eyes possess a brownish, hazel color. In terms of clothes, he favors long coats, scarfs and jeans, but is able to adapt depending on the season and the weather. He also has a thing for dull, darker colors, which is what you'd expect from a man who was imprisoned all his life. As for his physique, he is rather skinny and isn't much fond of exercise, which is odd taking into account he has a big appetite. Background: Originating from the United States, Jason was born as the legitimate son of Benedict and Chantry Ford. Due to his father occupying a very crucial position in the US cabinet, their family had enough wealth and privileges to give the Queen of England a run for her money. Unfortunately, the young Ford learned it the hard way that money doesn't equal happiness. Since the get-go, his father had kept him in isolation, stripping him off the chance to make friends and even brainwashing him by thoroughly explaining the disadvantages of sentiment. Every single day after school, he'd sent a chauffeur to pick the boy up, designed a strict diet especially for him and every evening, he would put his intelligence to a test. But even though intelligent, Jason still couldn't comprehend his father's behavior and his obsession with staying healthy. Everything came together in a December night of 2037. An eight year old Jason was invited to a fancy, but secluded place, along with his father, where he was explained the reason why his childhood was robbed of him. Ever since the discovery of the Pure Energy, there were several independent and government organizations who wanted to know the truth about it and the machine that made sure the dust spread out; Madou. The United States had gathered a few pieces of the puzzle, and they were paranoid. The encrypting programs they had designed to store intel proved to be less than effective in the past, so they couldn't trust a secret so big at the hands of machines. That's where Jason came in. The strict diet, the evening games, the strict 'no friend' rules were all stages of a grueling mental training that was supposed to expand the boy's memory repository until it eventually developed eidetic capabilities. He was a vessel, an organic machine, marked to carry government secrets. He was a safe bet, taking into account no human, no matter how cunning and smart, would ever suspect that a child was capable of storing large amounts of information. Benedict's path to raising a child led to several disagreements between him and his wife, Chantry. She was against keeping the child in isolation, while he justified his actions by claiming the boy was a national treasure. Fast forward a few months, and the Ford couple filed for a divorce, with Benedict arranging to have full custody over the child. That didn't fare well with Chantry, but she didn't commit anything heinous, choosing to live with her burden instead. Of course, a normal human could only hold so much. Ten years later, one bright Wednesday, an aging Chantry made a run before the U.S senate and began listing everything she knew about her husband's dirty work, including the secret about her only son. She couldn't reveal enough before she was hit by a knockout round on her neck, but she did enough to warrant an immediate evacuation. Later that Wednesday, at night, Jason was booked a flight to Japan, but not before being forced to undertake a 'therapy session', which was in fact a hypnotic memory wipe. Traces of the Pure Energy and Madou were totally eliminated, while there was still something left concerning his family and his father's shady backdoor dealings, which would haunt him for the following years. After the incident, Benedict got his son a nice apartment in Shimizu and enough money to live for an eternity. He refrained from visiting his estranged son, and that actually worked for the better, as Jason used all his resources to set up an awareness group called "Sakurai" that was dead set on uncovering information about the Pure Energy. He had no bright memories to cherish, which made him focus all the more at the silhouette his missing memories left. Somehow, he had a hunch that the Energy was linked to his past. Personality: Like his father, Jason was an arrogant and stuck up creature of habit. Due to his extraordinary intelligence, he always used to make fun of his peers, and sometimes, professors, never exhibiting any pleasurable trait in his personality. What was unique, however, was the fact that he was well aware of his behavior and the effect it had on his surroundings. He knew that it was his father, Benedict, the one who planted these seeds that improved his analytical and rational thinking, but in turn deprived him off his humanity, also arguing that there must have been a hereditary factor in the equation. He just didn't care enough, embracing his role as a human storage. Over the course of the years, his behavior changed. Whether it's for the better or for the worse, it all depends on where you stand. He became more rebellious and less willing to adhere to his Dad's rules, often prompting Benedict to go a little overboard on his punishment. After he was abandoned in Japan, he started showing traits of determination, motivated to find more about his lost memory to the point where he even found an organization, 'Sakurai'. His behavior also softened a tad, as he became more and more accommodated to conversing with other fellow human beings, even though he still believed he was a one rank higher than them in the non-existing societal hierarchy. He also has developed a sense of humor over time, a dark sense of humor but a sense nevertheless. Skills/Abilities: ~ Improved Intellect/Eidetic Memory ~ Jason's memory storage is expanded to the point where he could learn Japanese in a matter of one week. He has the ability to recall trivial details after being exposed only once to them. He also possesses an outstanding intellect, proving to be very knowledgeable on politics, science and even able to jump to conclusions via the collective powers of induction and deduction. Miscellaneous: * He has multiple blemishes in his back and lower back, courtesy of his father and the rough riding crop he carried. * Jason has a licensed Zenith 10 mm stored in one of his drawers, but rarely uses it. * He also possesses an Android phone which enables him with with a real time feed of everything that's happening in the 'Sakurai' nerve center. * 'Sakurai' main office is based west of Shimizu, in a four story building. * Jason is a superb cook, able to memorize over forty-three recipes. That's the main reason he always eats at home. Theme: Gorillaz - Feel Good Inc.</s> <\|message\|>Masayume Yakuse (正夢役背) Name: Masayume Yakuse Location: The floating City of Tian Jin. Yakuse had expected worse to be honest. It seems the girl is keeping her words for not using the power of hers at least. Esper... huh indeed that the number of them is increasing lately but he didn't expect to meet one in such situation. Abandoned Esper, no, little girl actually. It's true that the time of age they're in is like a fantasy of its own, but living as oddities in this world is not so forgiving. She must've seen lots of ugly expression of others; anger, fear, agony, disgust, and much more. But once she lose her sense of trust, she will eventually crumble. "You will be surprised knowing what waits you there" Yakuse took out something from his pocket and threw it onto the air. A piece of paper float aimlessly above. In mist of that, Yakuse active his Madou, "coating" the surrounding air with its energy. It makes everything under its area of effect to be heavier and lower people's perception of time, all beside Yakuse who control it. Why would he do it this far? He doesn't really care about the guy who got his money taken, since it was his own fault to begin with. Maybe he just want to stop this girl from going to the wrong path, or because it's his duty as educator, or because she resemblance her, he wasn't sure. For now, his goal is just to take the money she stole. Hnph, Yakuse swiftly steps forward and reach out his hand to where the girl put the money, attempting to take it. ----------------- Name: ??? Location: A certain apartment. He's late. He's late, he's late! It was a children's impeachment yelling. There's no one in the room to listen to it, and it simply dissolve into the air. A little girl, appears to be around the age of either elementary or middle school, is all alone in the dimly light room. Unable to stand the solitary, the girl stand up attempting to leave through the exit. clig The door won't open, it's locked. Masayume Yakuse had expected this and locked the door from outside. There are no keys inside, so basically the little girl is locked inside. There are some food and snacks inside the refrigerator but she's tired of them. It's almost seven p.m, time for girls' famous anime 『Revive! Mystical Priest Girl Rasupu-chan』 to air. Yakuse had promised to go back before then, but from the looks of it he would be late.</s> <\|message\|>Maria Black Maria Maria watched the guy move, and now he was even faster. How does he keep speeding up like that? She thought, trying to avoid his grasp. Then she noticed the piece of paper flying faster than it should be. I see now, it's not him that's getting faster, it's ME that's getting slower. However, knowing this didn't help her out of the situation, and nothing she could think of besides breaking her promise would. She raised her hands above her head and stopped moving. "I give up, you win." She said, reaching her hand into the pocket with the money and taking it out. "You can have it. A deal is a deal."</s> <\|message\|>Masayume Yakuse (正夢役背) Name: Masayume Yakuse Location: The floating City of Tian Jin In the end, he couldn't figure what her power might've. Doesn't matter actually. He got the money and he did what he have to do. His spell stop shortly after, releasing her from his binding. "Not much of an exchange though, but take that" The paper he threw earlier eventually fell onto the ground, revealing what it is. A school pamphlet. It was the thing he made earlier back at school. It was meant to be distributed later after new year, but giving it out earlier won't be a problem. Furthermore, Chengdu Moshu Yanjiu Academy possess much more secrets and talent like her is essential in the future. "Masayume Yakuse, Japanese. My address and numbers are on there, contact me if you will" He bid farewell, and leave while blending in with the crowd nearby. He have no use for the money and he would give it out to a charity or something he find along the way. Masayume Yakuse's job ends here for now, it will be sometime in the future where he will be needed. But now, he have another little girl to take care of.</s>	<\|message\|>Jason Ford. Sporting a pair of skintight black pants, a white shirt and a black tie to match it, with the newest edition of dark blue Adidas sneakers, Jason's fashion choice for that day was a blend of formal and casual wear. He was also pulling a wheeled, leather luggage around him which contained some pretty serious stuff, serious enough to plunge him deep inside that corner of his mind. Walking towards the entrance almost like a somnambulist, playing different scenarios in his head, he felt a slight bump down his right rib followed by the sticky sensation of a cold liquid spraying down his shirt. Sucking his frustration deep inside the dark pits of his heart, Jason collected himself and exhaled in an attempt to spit out all the figurative venom that was flowing around his veins. Great. First that intoxicated chauffeur, now her. Perhaps Tian Jin wasn't a good vacation spot after all. Upon getting back to his senses, however, he noticed that not only she wasn't Chinese, she also was kind of an oddball. Her dress was laced with ornaments, her hair color was a light blue (aside from her hair reaching down to her knees) but most importantly; she was wiggling a tail, furiously while at that. Jason had heard of these children's mechanical toys which were infused with simplified A.Is and that could perform various tasks on command, but that wasn't the case there. Heck, after bumping on her, he was also pretty sure she was making her ice cream float, that or his brain was playing games. No. His brain never plays games. Jason was very suspicious that she could be a mage, or worse, an Esper and the least thing he wanted was to piss off a stuck-up weapon of mass destruction. He hadn't even seen the resort's interior yet. "I'm terribly sorry about this, but to be fair you did bump on me.", the young man responded, mustering a half-arsed smirk in an effort to appear as friendly as possible. Slipping his right hand on his pocket, he pulled out his wallet and got a couple of dollar bills, extending his hand towards the girl, who was probably no older than sixteen. "These will suffice for any kind of inconvenience I may have caused, and then some.", he said, his smile gradually vanishing as he did so.</s>
<\|description\|>Jason Ford. Age: 21 (Born; 23 October, 2029) Gender: Male Class: Human Appearance: Jason Jason stands at an impressive 5'10, and weighs around 145 pounds. His most prominent physical trait are his dark brown, long hair which he seldom wraps in a ponytail of sorts. His eyes possess a brownish, hazel color. In terms of clothes, he favors long coats, scarfs and jeans, but is able to adapt depending on the season and the weather. He also has a thing for dull, darker colors, which is what you'd expect from a man who was imprisoned all his life. As for his physique, he is rather skinny and isn't much fond of exercise, which is odd taking into account he has a big appetite. Background: Originating from the United States, Jason was born as the legitimate son of Benedict and Chantry Ford. Due to his father occupying a very crucial position in the US cabinet, their family had enough wealth and privileges to give the Queen of England a run for her money. Unfortunately, the young Ford learned it the hard way that money doesn't equal happiness. Since the get-go, his father had kept him in isolation, stripping him off the chance to make friends and even brainwashing him by thoroughly explaining the disadvantages of sentiment. Every single day after school, he'd sent a chauffeur to pick the boy up, designed a strict diet especially for him and every evening, he would put his intelligence to a test. But even though intelligent, Jason still couldn't comprehend his father's behavior and his obsession with staying healthy. Everything came together in a December night of 2037. An eight year old Jason was invited to a fancy, but secluded place, along with his father, where he was explained the reason why his childhood was robbed of him. Ever since the discovery of the Pure Energy, there were several independent and government organizations who wanted to know the truth about it and the machine that made sure the dust spread out; Madou. The United States had gathered a few pieces of the puzzle, and they were paranoid. The encrypting programs they had designed to store intel proved to be less than effective in the past, so they couldn't trust a secret so big at the hands of machines. That's where Jason came in. The strict diet, the evening games, the strict 'no friend' rules were all stages of a grueling mental training that was supposed to expand the boy's memory repository until it eventually developed eidetic capabilities. He was a vessel, an organic machine, marked to carry government secrets. He was a safe bet, taking into account no human, no matter how cunning and smart, would ever suspect that a child was capable of storing large amounts of information. Benedict's path to raising a child led to several disagreements between him and his wife, Chantry. She was against keeping the child in isolation, while he justified his actions by claiming the boy was a national treasure. Fast forward a few months, and the Ford couple filed for a divorce, with Benedict arranging to have full custody over the child. That didn't fare well with Chantry, but she didn't commit anything heinous, choosing to live with her burden instead. Of course, a normal human could only hold so much. Ten years later, one bright Wednesday, an aging Chantry made a run before the U.S senate and began listing everything she knew about her husband's dirty work, including the secret about her only son. She couldn't reveal enough before she was hit by a knockout round on her neck, but she did enough to warrant an immediate evacuation. Later that Wednesday, at night, Jason was booked a flight to Japan, but not before being forced to undertake a 'therapy session', which was in fact a hypnotic memory wipe. Traces of the Pure Energy and Madou were totally eliminated, while there was still something left concerning his family and his father's shady backdoor dealings, which would haunt him for the following years. After the incident, Benedict got his son a nice apartment in Shimizu and enough money to live for an eternity. He refrained from visiting his estranged son, and that actually worked for the better, as Jason used all his resources to set up an awareness group called "Sakurai" that was dead set on uncovering information about the Pure Energy. He had no bright memories to cherish, which made him focus all the more at the silhouette his missing memories left. Somehow, he had a hunch that the Energy was linked to his past. Personality: Like his father, Jason was an arrogant and stuck up creature of habit. Due to his extraordinary intelligence, he always used to make fun of his peers, and sometimes, professors, never exhibiting any pleasurable trait in his personality. What was unique, however, was the fact that he was well aware of his behavior and the effect it had on his surroundings. He knew that it was his father, Benedict, the one who planted these seeds that improved his analytical and rational thinking, but in turn deprived him off his humanity, also arguing that there must have been a hereditary factor in the equation. He just didn't care enough, embracing his role as a human storage. Over the course of the years, his behavior changed. Whether it's for the better or for the worse, it all depends on where you stand. He became more rebellious and less willing to adhere to his Dad's rules, often prompting Benedict to go a little overboard on his punishment. After he was abandoned in Japan, he started showing traits of determination, motivated to find more about his lost memory to the point where he even found an organization, 'Sakurai'. His behavior also softened a tad, as he became more and more accommodated to conversing with other fellow human beings, even though he still believed he was a one rank higher than them in the non-existing societal hierarchy. He also has developed a sense of humor over time, a dark sense of humor but a sense nevertheless. Skills/Abilities: ~ Improved Intellect/Eidetic Memory ~ Jason's memory storage is expanded to the point where he could learn Japanese in a matter of one week. He has the ability to recall trivial details after being exposed only once to them. He also possesses an outstanding intellect, proving to be very knowledgeable on politics, science and even able to jump to conclusions via the collective powers of induction and deduction. Miscellaneous: * He has multiple blemishes in his back and lower back, courtesy of his father and the rough riding crop he carried. * Jason has a licensed Zenith 10 mm stored in one of his drawers, but rarely uses it. * He also possesses an Android phone which enables him with with a real time feed of everything that's happening in the 'Sakurai' nerve center. * 'Sakurai' main office is based west of Shimizu, in a four story building. * Jason is a superb cook, able to memorize over forty-three recipes. That's the main reason he always eats at home. Theme: Gorillaz - Feel Good Inc.</s> <\|message\|>Annette Delauney Annette Delauney The cab ride was pleasant, at first, and rapidly descended into gridlock as a bunch of people made their way to the exact same spot that she was going, which was a bit much even for the road network of this place. Go figure. Annette sighed as she relaxed, looking out the window in dull monotony. The sense of urgency on the part of her driver was overwhelming, not. At last she got fed up, and tapped her driver on the shoulder. "Excuse me," she asked with a pleasant smile, lowering her sunglasses so she could look him in the eye. "Do you plan on having kids? Because if you do, I would suggest you take a more aggressive driving stance before I render you unable to do so, alright?" That earned a gulp and scared nod from the driver, and Annette smiled all the more as she sat back. The threat brought results as they began moving at a much more rapid pace through the cars and along city streets, until they were at the C2 Building, Fortunately they were early, and she was able to join the people arriving. "Thank you," she said to the driver, handing him some cash as she left the cab. "Keep the change." With that, she moved along and entered the building at a refined walk. It was a nice place, all things considered, but it could have been better. In her opinion. For the moment though, she went to mingle, and to potentially find something worth her time in all this mess and stupidity.</s> <\|message\|>Julia Miller Julia Julia leaned against the outside wall of the C2 building, lazily puffing on a cigarette. She would have gone in already, but she had a feeling it was a non-smoking area, and she needed some time to herself. Since she was an ambassador, she rarely got the time to just sit back and enjoy herself, it was always paperwork or meetings or fancy events. "Well, I shouldn't complain," She said absently. "There are more than a few perks that come with the job." She finished her smoke and dropped the butt on the ground, stamping it out with her shoe. "Alright," She said, pushing open the door and walking in, "Let's see what this is all about."</s> <\|message\|>Leon Gainsbourg Leon Gainsbourg Leon drew a final relaxed breath from his cigarette before throwing the stub away in a convenient nearby ashtray. More and more people flooded into the building in a seeming endless stream. It seems this city has it's fair share of visitors, some he even recognised. There was of course the occasional politcal figurehead, ambassadors and the like, not to mention a veritable ludicrous amount of tourists. Dressed in ridiculous shirts and gawking at everything, he could swear he saw one take a picture of a thrashcan for pete's sake. this meeting had not even started and he felt bored already, strolling around to look at the various photon screens displaying colourful images, asking everyone to gather at the C2 building. It seemed a bit futile to him to ask people to gather at building while they were already there. Powerful ESP'ers his left foot, not much use in forensics if the killer just makes bullets with their mind, if you asked him they only made his job harder. Of course there were some working on their side but all in all, he felt that one couldn't beat old fashioned footwork. His train of thought was interupted as he noticed a familiar sight crossing his path, not someone he knew perosnally but who had, shall we say, garnered quite a reputation for herself. The lovely Miss Delauney, the master thief and general troublemaker in person. He had seen her file with her picture drifting around the DGSE several times, conecting her to several high profile cases. Her file had always been remarkably small though, mostly some footnotes, a description and a photo from her débutante days. The sign of a true professional. Now she would have no reason to know who Leon was, after all besides his rather formal clothing , he was still carrying around his luggage and looked the part of a tourist. So he would be free to follow her around and maybe learn some more about the whole situation, a thief like her didn't come to a city like this without a reason. Combined with the fact that his investigation prior had lead him to the same place, he sincerely doubted this was all a coincidence. he could spy on her to figure out how she was involved. But where would the fun in that be? he was still technically off duty as long as he hadn't had his briefing with the local police chief and information was always best gained straight from the horse's mouth. Besides, he couldn't really call himself a proper french gentleman if he didn't introduce himself to a fellow countryman. So with a carefree smile and relaxed stride he made his way over to her, nodding his head slightly in greeting. "Bonjour mademoiselle, quelle belle matinée, n'est-ce pas? " His demeanour remained relaxed through it all, smile unfading, but his eyes betrayed him. he was watching her closely for any false move. "Much to nice of a morning to be stuck in a place like this, wouldn't you agree, mademoiselle Delauney?" He brushed aside his coat to place his hand in his pocket, making sure his badge marking him as a DGSE agent was briefly visible. Not wanting the situation to dissolve in a fight with all these bystanders around, he tried to keep everything civil and clear. " Not to worry miss, I'm off duty, just enjoying the sights like all of us. But I can't help but wonder, what a world renowned thief such as yourself would do in a place such as this? " Leon suddenly straightened as if he just remembered something before spreading his hand on his chest in an apologetic manner. "Ah, mais comme je suis bête, how foolish of me, I haven't introduced myself. My name is Leon Gainsbourgh, but please, call me Leon. " He paused for just a moment to gauge her reaction before continueing. "I'm not here for you miss Delauney, I had just hoped that you with your connections and experiences in the more seedier parts of the world would be willing to help in a murder investigation. The killer seems to focus on beautiful young ladies such as yourself, a shame really. You wouldn't happened to have heard of anything like that, have you?"</s>	<\|message\|>Jason Ford. The 'invitation' for the C2 building event happened just while Jason was drying out his hair, after taking a hot shower. He turned off the dryer and peeled his eyes at the 40 inch TV, which would probably cost a fortune. What captivated his attention during the broadcast was the fact that the announcer specified foreigners, hinting that tourists the likes of him were of some importance for whatever was happening in that building. "I should work on my timing", he exclaimed under his breath, rubbing his hair 'till they got very messy and then parting them slightly to the left, not bothering to use a comb. Wearing nothing but his boxers, he made his way to his luggage and unpacked some of his items, including his gun which he was planning to carry with him to the event in case he'd be assaulted by another toddler. After a brief fashion dilemma, characterized by Jason stroking his hairless chin, he finally went on with a pair of skin tight jeans, his favorite, a brown leather jacket and a white t-shirt with black stripes. Upon making his way out of the enormous hotel, he hailed a cab while in the sidewalk in front of the Red Dragon Resort. Tian Jin was a pretty dense place, so getting a cab wasn't much of a bother. The C2 Building wasn't far either, taking about 10 minutes for the cab to reach there. Tipping the cab driver and opening the door, he stood in front of the C2 Building entrance for a moment or so, observing all the tourists and the natives causing an uproar around the place, creating a very heavy atmosphere. "This better be good.", Jason muttered to himself yet again, taking his first steps inside the building.</s>
<\|description\|>Ellis Val Sonata. "Surrender and become mine... It is your only option." Age: She claims to have 18, though many think she is younger. Race: Human. Personality: Ellis is someone quite monotone in the way she talks, showing no emotion neither in her expressions or her words. However, this doesn't mean she is emotionless, rather, she does indeed have lots of emotions, and most of them are full of perverted-ness. Do not be fooled by her child-like exterior, since inside her resides one of the most perverted creatures that have ever walked through Earth, and one with a really odd sense of modesty too. She has no sense of decency whatsoevr and kisses everyone she meets the first time she does. She is also quite the oddball, often saying she is in fact, a succubus. She also likes to play tricks and annoy other people, mostly those she would consider her rivals. She prepares traps, pranks and things of the like to infuriate others, often getting out of line because of them. While some thought at first that it was a childish attempt to get attention, they were proved wrong after people tried to shower her with enough attention for her to be satisfied, but that changed nothing, as Ellis had only acquired easier targets for her pranks, as well as favorite victims for them. Ellis continues to prank others even to this day, and often gets on the nerves of others just by using her sharp tongue. While she could be described more as an imp rather than a devil, because of her more childish personality in general, she is still rather twisted. Powers and Abilities: TBR Background: TBR</s> <\|message\|>Arata Aoshiki (First name, last name) The truck shuddered with every bump in the road and every little stop, shaking the Japanese stowaway from any attempt at getting a good rest. Hiding out in the back corner of some kind of shipping truck probably wasn't the best of ideas, but he'd done it on impulse, he didn't think the whole process through and now he was god-knows-where . Actually, now that Arata though about it, that described his whole adventure so far. A series of stupid decisions leading to lots of regret. Gah, he should've never left Japan in the first place. The truck stopped abruptly for the umpteenth time, as Arata heard words spoken in a language he couldn't much understand. It sounded Asian though, but that was probably to be expected when entering a Chinese shipping truck. The teen listened silently. Upon the sound of footsteps circling around the vehicle, Arata's eyes widened. 'W-Wait. Is-Is this it? What happens if they find me back here? No - gah - that's dumb, I'm a ESPer with a good power, I can deal with it, I can deal with it,' the teen ESPer thought, glancing around his immediate surroundings. Other than the shipments of what seemed to be food items, there wasn't much to work with. No openings to warp or anything. 'That's alright...that's alright,' he reassured himself glancing to the doors on the back, 'I just gotta be quick enough to designate, calc, and run, ne?' A moment after the first ray of light shone into the area, Arata was gone, sprawled on the pavement a several meters from the truck. "Gah..." he groaned, picking himself up off the ground as an announcement blared in the background. Something about foreigners, ESPers, and a C2 building. Unfortunately he didn't really catch it in between the whole 'temporarily shortening the fabric of space as casually as one would solve a simple maths equation' thing. Admittedly one of the more simple applications of his power - just a basic shortening and extension with no significant modification to the space - and very, very useful for quick movement. And if there was one thing he was good at, it was running from responsibilities, which made it useful twofold. Haha. A shame Arata was lost though, maybe then he could have put it to better use. At least he knew he was still in China, based on the surroundings. "Umm... He-Hello, sir?" Arata asked the nearest bystander, stopping from his assault on the laws of physics to inquire about what exactly he was to do, "What did that, uh, announcement say... exactly?" The man looked at the dirty, vagrant-like young man and sighed. "Curfew is in effect, and all foreigners go to the C2 building," he said in shoddy, but understandable Japanese before pointing at a building yonder, "It's that one. It is not far of a walk." He then proceeded to say something in what was probably Chinese. The tone wasn't very nice, so Arata just did his best to laugh it off and think on the positive side. "Thanks, mister," he said before heading to the C2 building. 'I should probably get a change of clothes and a shower when I can... I don't think anyone appreciates my disheveled appearance right now,' Arata thought, 'Hopefully I'll find something at this 'C2 building' place'</s> <\|message\|>Yang Ming-Yu Collab Post with Mira Akio and Haruna "Yakuse-Lǎoshī! Hi!" She catches up with them, My names is Mei Fang Huang! It's always cool to catch up with my best friend and father figure teacher, Yakuse-san. I've known them ever since and they've always stood by me. More like yeah, literally. My Father is the Prime Minister of this country but still for a position like that he rarely have time for me so I stay with my best friend and his Uncle's house all sometimes, if not all the time. They need not worry because I am the one who cooks all the delicious food! More like I cook with my hearts content I glomp them both as always, my pleasure to greet the people who takes care of me. "Mei, stop you racketing. It's embarrassing. Besides aren't you going to visit the C2 Building? We can't just go inside, only rich people are allowed to go." He said with a dismayed and reluctant voice. I replied. "Stop complaining Min-Min! I got this covered. Sides, you guys always get the good stuff when I'm around. I'm sure Dad's men will let us pass by." That's right, Dad always lets us pass by. In our case anyway, most of the people here are free to go because they are financially stable enough to afford such thing, the way Dad rules the country is half assed and some people might not even enter the C2 Building because of valid IDs. Only the lucky ones get to the building. Ming Yu just sighed and let it go, "Fine, Uncle. Let's go, I couldn't give a single shit and I always wanted to meet Richard Queen in person. OHH!! LOOK WHO DECIDED TO SHOW UP." He smacks the brat looking girl right to her head. Ming Yu isn't cool with her antics of being late."Yeah! Yeah! Good weather, don't be stupid and believe the weather forecast, it's clearly cloudy. We're not in the opposite world, Ellis. Tch.. don't change the topic. Uncle! We need to go to the C2 Building. You promised that since last week right? With Mei we can get in there." Richard Queen is Ming Yu's inspiration. His grades in school aren't that bad but his Science and Math are the only thing that's good. Hehehe, I'm so trolling them right now."Bleeeh. Min-Min. Dad just said we can go to the building, it is free. He just announced it and I personally know Dr. Queen." I pat his head. Ming Yu replied furiously."IDIOT! WHY DO I ALWAYS HAVE TO FALL FOR YOUR TRICKS!" He breathes heavily like a dragon. I said."That's because you're not a good listener and even in school you have low grades. Anyway, Yakuse-sensei, let's go! We don't want to hear Min-Min whine all day, don't we? Hahaha!" Right, I twisted the situation again. Making him believe that what I said was true but it was a joke to make Ming Yu confused and puzzled. CONFUZZLED! To be honest with all my energy. I forgot to notice Ellis."Hi Ellis!" He replies to them. Grabbing the both of them with their hands."Uncle! Let's not waste time. Tch... talking about attention span, you're the one with short attention span." He said to them. Dr.Richard Queen Near C2 Building This man is a descendant of Elias Queen the mother of magic and technology, he is the host for tonight's event. He is China's top 10 Scientist and one world's top ranking investor and the man who currently runs to Queen Labs Institute and funds Chengdu Moshu Yanju. Tonight will change everyone's mind about what he's going to show. He made a hologram contact with 3 of the existing H-W.M.D Espers. "People. Get ready, we're gonna make one hell of a presentation. Mr. Arata, Mr. Amamiya, Ms. Miller. Remind me to correct Prime Minister Huang about having only two Espers. I need you guys ASAP on C2 Quadrillion Stage where all events are held, we're going be facing hundreds and thousands out there."</s> <\|message\|>Masayume Yakuse (正夢役背) Name: Masayume Yakuse "Like I said, call me Masayume in public" Warned him lightly. Even though they're pretty close having a student calling him with his given name is still pretty embarrassing. The residences of Masayume household are what you would call eccentric people. Yang Ming-Yu, a boy on his rebellion stage. Mei Fang Huang, the commuting wife (通い妻). And Ellis Val Sonata, the thorny petite girl. The three of them, excluding Ellis who will enroll shortly in the future, are Yakuse's student in Chengdu Moshu Yanjiu Academy. Just few years ago Yakuse was living a tranquil life, spending each day all alone. But once he taken Ming under his wing, things changes. Mei began to show up at their place from time to time and slowly become a daily routine. And by the time they know it she became part of the family. Same goes with Ellis. And then there's her... a little girl whom he taken in few weeks ago. "I guess that is everyone" He stated, and lead everyone to the C2 Building. C2 Building is what you would call a "Event Hall" in a MMO. It has size nearly twice of a baseball stadium and can hold most of the citizen of the city. From here there is a stair which lead you to the lower level emergency shelter in case of something to happen, ensuring your safety. The inside of the building itself is spacious as you would expect and is filled with glass panel to project images. These glasses are called "Photon Glass" A multipurpose glass that can be utilized into various interactive uses. It can display any images and also work as a touch panel. These photon glass are placed throughout the cities as replacement for TV screen, notice signs, banisters, vending machine display, table, counter, and so on. It's part of daily life in this floating City of Tian Jin. Yakuse sensed a bad feeling about this "event" the city is held. Furthermore...</s>	<\|message\|>Ellis Val Sonata. Ellis Val Sonata "Ouch. That hurt." Ellis caresses her head, after being hit by Ming. Her tail also dropped down, seemingly sadder. "You are a meanie, Yang. I heard that's how humans make conversation. How they 'break the ice'." Ellis said, puffing her cheeks, even though her poker face remained the same otherwise than that. Her tail moved around, seemingly pretty angry. She then turns to Mei. "Hi Fang. You seem to either have a slow reaction time or are rude enough to actually ignore my precense." Ellis said, her tail moving around with joy yet again. Still, the lack of emotion in her voice might confuse things. "That was a joke, by the way." After that, she saw Masayume, tilting her head. "Where are we going?" Of course, Ellis had no intention of climbing down from Yang's shoulders, putting his face between her thighs and squeezing it. "We are going to that 'C2' place? Is it tasty?" Even if she tried to feign ignorance, it would be impossible for her not to know what it was. It was the place where those strong guys would gather. "Ne, Yang, what's gonna happen? Someone's fighting or something?" Amamiya Kaito ~ Sonar "Finally! We getting some action! Not real action, but I can cope with this." Kaito said, standing up from his seat and moving his head around for a bit. "So, Arata and Miller, huh? No idea of who they are, but let's hope they are tolerable, not like that gal that dared call herself a teacher." Kaito put his hands in his pockets and walked away, to the quadrillion-whatever that guy had talked about. He still had to ask for some directions. "I wonder who's great idea it was to turn this into a labyrinth... Well, I should stumble upon it sooner or later." Kaito continued his aimless stroll, until finally reaching his destination. "Damn, I almost got lost there... Still the first one to arrive, huh? Well, no matter." He went to a nearby wall and leaned on it, before opening his eye and seeing the state of the room he was in. It was fairly messy, yes, it was the backstage of some grandiose place after all. "Goddammit, you guys. Clean this place a bit, won't ya?" Unable to control his urge, Kaito walked around the room, fixing it for it to look a bit better, worrying about little details that only someone with OCD would notice. It'd be a long time before he was finally satisfied.</s>
<\|description\|>Victor Glarus Age: 47 Gender: Male Appearance: Victor is a well built man, standing tall at 6'2 and weighing 13 stone; his build is that of a somewhat toned and a quite slim, wiry frame, although he is quite sturdy and is a lot stronger than he looks. Victor has a pair of dark hazel eyes, that have a shine of wisdom within them, paired with a steely determination. His hair is a jet black thatch of unkempt and unruly hair that reaches down to the nape of his neck, the ends having a slight curl to them. His features are quite handsome, his nose is straight and his skin is relatively pale but he still looks like he's full of health, even if he is getting on a bit. His eyebrows are very prominent and make his expression quite stern whenever he's deep in thought or concentrating, it can quite easily be mistaken for a glare if someone is unfamiliar with Victor. His jaw line and cheekbones are both strongly set and small stubble is commonly found on his face. Class: Human Background: Victor is from the small island known as Great Britain, and he does surprisingly well for himself in his home land, being from a semi-influential family; his mother a doctor, and his father a General in the military. He had a tough upbringing with lots of expectations, with every mistake he made being a painful reminder from his parents that he would fail, and every success a way to raise the bar of his parents expectations of him, something he doubted many a time he would ever reach. But his time at college and then university - which resulted in him become a Barrister - was something both he and his parents were exceptionally proud of, but for quite some time now, Victor was growing dubious of the state his country was in, both internally and internationally. He began to form a budding interest in Japan; he started learning about its history, its rise from Feudalism to imperialism, influential samurai like Minamoto no Raiko and Uesugi Kenshin as well as many others. Their history entrapped him and as a result he began to study Japanese law, becoming incredibly proficient in it, he stated his intentions to his parents; which received a jaded reply but nevertheless their support. Victor loves Japanese culture but more so of their history, he's both proficient in their history and their language and is proving to be a decent Lawyer in a foreign country something that is really quite rare. Personality: Victor has lived through a tough childhood, it hasn't made him cruel or unforgiving, however, if anything he thrived under the scrutiny his parents gave him, it has made him a very strong willed person, someone who will do whatever it takes to do what needs to be done. However through the years Victor has become quite a mellow and contemplative person, he's commonly found in thought; he prefers to think situations through and does so well as it is his strength. Other than being quite a serious person he is very easy going around those he likes and once he opens up to his friends they see him for who he truly is. A kind and thoughtful person who is quick to a smile. However, logic dominates his thinking and reasoning, as a result he is not very fond of those driven purely by emotion, these people frustrate him as he can never work out what they're thinking or why the performs certain acts. Skills/Abilities: Diplomatic- Thinks things out very well and resolves problems with rational and logic. Master of Kendo- A traditional and very old sport in Japan, it's slowly dieing out but Victor has proven his mettle in the sport, as a result his reaction time and reflexes are borderline flawless. A virtuoso on the Piano and on the Violin. Loves chess, a way to hone the mind and learn more about his opponent. Misc: Owns a legitimate Masamune Katana, something of incredible cost and worth, both historically and personally. His name commands a certain amount of respect back in Japan, and is widely known throughout Tokyo.</s> <\|message\|>Annette Delauney Annette Delauney The cab ride was pleasant, at first, and rapidly descended into gridlock as a bunch of people made their way to the exact same spot that she was going, which was a bit much even for the road network of this place. Go figure. Annette sighed as she relaxed, looking out the window in dull monotony. The sense of urgency on the part of her driver was overwhelming, not. At last she got fed up, and tapped her driver on the shoulder. "Excuse me," she asked with a pleasant smile, lowering her sunglasses so she could look him in the eye. "Do you plan on having kids? Because if you do, I would suggest you take a more aggressive driving stance before I render you unable to do so, alright?" That earned a gulp and scared nod from the driver, and Annette smiled all the more as she sat back. The threat brought results as they began moving at a much more rapid pace through the cars and along city streets, until they were at the C2 Building, Fortunately they were early, and she was able to join the people arriving. "Thank you," she said to the driver, handing him some cash as she left the cab. "Keep the change." With that, she moved along and entered the building at a refined walk. It was a nice place, all things considered, but it could have been better. In her opinion. For the moment though, she went to mingle, and to potentially find something worth her time in all this mess and stupidity.</s> <\|message\|>Julia Miller Julia Julia leaned against the outside wall of the C2 building, lazily puffing on a cigarette. She would have gone in already, but she had a feeling it was a non-smoking area, and she needed some time to herself. Since she was an ambassador, she rarely got the time to just sit back and enjoy herself, it was always paperwork or meetings or fancy events. "Well, I shouldn't complain," She said absently. "There are more than a few perks that come with the job." She finished her smoke and dropped the butt on the ground, stamping it out with her shoe. "Alright," She said, pushing open the door and walking in, "Let's see what this is all about."</s> <\|message\|>Leon Gainsbourg Leon Gainsbourg Leon drew a final relaxed breath from his cigarette before throwing the stub away in a convenient nearby ashtray. More and more people flooded into the building in a seeming endless stream. It seems this city has it's fair share of visitors, some he even recognised. There was of course the occasional politcal figurehead, ambassadors and the like, not to mention a veritable ludicrous amount of tourists. Dressed in ridiculous shirts and gawking at everything, he could swear he saw one take a picture of a thrashcan for pete's sake. this meeting had not even started and he felt bored already, strolling around to look at the various photon screens displaying colourful images, asking everyone to gather at the C2 building. It seemed a bit futile to him to ask people to gather at building while they were already there. Powerful ESP'ers his left foot, not much use in forensics if the killer just makes bullets with their mind, if you asked him they only made his job harder. Of course there were some working on their side but all in all, he felt that one couldn't beat old fashioned footwork. His train of thought was interupted as he noticed a familiar sight crossing his path, not someone he knew perosnally but who had, shall we say, garnered quite a reputation for herself. The lovely Miss Delauney, the master thief and general troublemaker in person. He had seen her file with her picture drifting around the DGSE several times, conecting her to several high profile cases. Her file had always been remarkably small though, mostly some footnotes, a description and a photo from her débutante days. The sign of a true professional. Now she would have no reason to know who Leon was, after all besides his rather formal clothing , he was still carrying around his luggage and looked the part of a tourist. So he would be free to follow her around and maybe learn some more about the whole situation, a thief like her didn't come to a city like this without a reason. Combined with the fact that his investigation prior had lead him to the same place, he sincerely doubted this was all a coincidence. he could spy on her to figure out how she was involved. But where would the fun in that be? he was still technically off duty as long as he hadn't had his briefing with the local police chief and information was always best gained straight from the horse's mouth. Besides, he couldn't really call himself a proper french gentleman if he didn't introduce himself to a fellow countryman. So with a carefree smile and relaxed stride he made his way over to her, nodding his head slightly in greeting. "Bonjour mademoiselle, quelle belle matinée, n'est-ce pas? " His demeanour remained relaxed through it all, smile unfading, but his eyes betrayed him. he was watching her closely for any false move. "Much to nice of a morning to be stuck in a place like this, wouldn't you agree, mademoiselle Delauney?" He brushed aside his coat to place his hand in his pocket, making sure his badge marking him as a DGSE agent was briefly visible. Not wanting the situation to dissolve in a fight with all these bystanders around, he tried to keep everything civil and clear. " Not to worry miss, I'm off duty, just enjoying the sights like all of us. But I can't help but wonder, what a world renowned thief such as yourself would do in a place such as this? " Leon suddenly straightened as if he just remembered something before spreading his hand on his chest in an apologetic manner. "Ah, mais comme je suis bête, how foolish of me, I haven't introduced myself. My name is Leon Gainsbourgh, but please, call me Leon. " He paused for just a moment to gauge her reaction before continueing. "I'm not here for you miss Delauney, I had just hoped that you with your connections and experiences in the more seedier parts of the world would be willing to help in a murder investigation. The killer seems to focus on beautiful young ladies such as yourself, a shame really. You wouldn't happened to have heard of anything like that, have you?"</s> <\|message\|>Jason Ford. The 'invitation' for the C2 building event happened just while Jason was drying out his hair, after taking a hot shower. He turned off the dryer and peeled his eyes at the 40 inch TV, which would probably cost a fortune. What captivated his attention during the broadcast was the fact that the announcer specified foreigners, hinting that tourists the likes of him were of some importance for whatever was happening in that building. "I should work on my timing", he exclaimed under his breath, rubbing his hair 'till they got very messy and then parting them slightly to the left, not bothering to use a comb. Wearing nothing but his boxers, he made his way to his luggage and unpacked some of his items, including his gun which he was planning to carry with him to the event in case he'd be assaulted by another toddler. After a brief fashion dilemma, characterized by Jason stroking his hairless chin, he finally went on with a pair of skin tight jeans, his favorite, a brown leather jacket and a white t-shirt with black stripes. Upon making his way out of the enormous hotel, he hailed a cab while in the sidewalk in front of the Red Dragon Resort. Tian Jin was a pretty dense place, so getting a cab wasn't much of a bother. The C2 Building wasn't far either, taking about 10 minutes for the cab to reach there. Tipping the cab driver and opening the door, he stood in front of the C2 Building entrance for a moment or so, observing all the tourists and the natives causing an uproar around the place, creating a very heavy atmosphere. "This better be good.", Jason muttered to himself yet again, taking his first steps inside the building.</s>	<\|message\|>Victor Glarus The walk had done some of its magic on Victor, the city was a stunning and breath taking sight, and another bonus was that the traffic was moving at a snails pace because a lot of people were heading in the same direction as he was, their intent, most likely the same. However, the time he had during the walk gave him some room for thought, it raised several questions about why this was happening. They were to meet 2 of Chinas most powerful ESpers, so, why was this? Maybe it was a play of power, showing all of the Gaijin that China was a very powerful nation, of course this seemed a little counter productive as the world already knew that China was a powerful nation, it has been since the dawn of civilsed humanity, upon which China was the recorded first. So, maybe it was a little more unsavoury than that. Whilst a dictatorship is, in Victors opinion, the best form of government there was always a chance... or rather almost a certainty the dictator was inept and a callous fool who was power hungry and had the ego to match, generally they had the ability to rule over a shrimp stall with their management skills, and even that was pushing it. Li Huang, however, seemed on the surface to be a sufficient ruler; China was benefiting greatly under his rule after all and their acceptance of outsiders had became a great deal more evident. Something that would warrant further thought later, Victor mused as he came up to the destination, a large building that reminded him of an Amphitheater, the purpose was likely of a similar kind. There were a great deal of people here, the hustle and bustle was immense, as was the sheer size of the building it could easily seat at the very least half of the city's population, but this amount of people made Victor all the more cautious, after all pick-pockets could be a serious problem here, so he made sure he had a firm grip on Mansumune, which only the very tip of the hilt and the very bottom of the lacquered saya was visible, unless you looked at a certain angle. The people themselves were of all colours and backgrounds, this was without a doubt. There was not a single consistent piece of clothing amongst any of them, however there were some who stood out from the crowd more so than others these people would no doubt be of some interest later on, but at the moment he would simply get a drink and wait for the announcement that the event was starting. After getting himself a cup of tea; which paled in comparison to the caliber he normally drank he simply watched the crowd, waiting for someone of note to catch his eye, maybe someone from Japan, or maybe an ESper, now that would be interesting Victor thought, a small smile made its way on his lips as he took a sip from his drink.</s>
<\|description\|>Arata Aoshiki (First name, last name) Age: 18 Gender: Male Class: ESPer Background: A Japanese youth who'd stumbled on to great power. Arata comes from a boring, nondescript family from Kyoto, and was rather unexceptional himself other than his excellent grades in school. He drifted through his education easily, and by the time college rolled around, was pretty much set for some boring desk job, or maybe something in scientific research. However, when he applied and received a scholarship to a university in Shimizu, little did he know that that would all change. He rented an apartment and moved to the city to complete his studies and earn a degree or two. He lived peacefully for a short time, a few months at most, until he decided to participate in the ESPer program after being persuaded to by one of his friends who took up research in that field. After receiving his ability, he used it to flee from Japan to China. Personality: Arata is a rather meek individual, but a reliable and honest one at least. Polite too. He maintains a kind demeanor and apologizes a lot, usually for stuff that's inconsequential to others. Though his heart is in the right place, Arata is often unsure of what he should do or if what he'd already done was the right thing. Not only that, but his aimless and indecisive nature makes him easy to manipulate. On the other hand, it also makes him a rather malleable individual, able to channel what potential he has into quickly picking up skills and traits. However, once he does finally settle on something to do, with or without external assistance, he'll do everything he can to succeed at that goal, and then likely feel bad about it afterwards. Skills/Abilities: ESPer Ability: Dimension Shift The ability to manipulate the properties of space, distance, and shapes. Specific applications of the ability are numerous, making for a powerful and versatile ability. His area of effect is anywhere that can be considered "within his field of vision" and "that which he can perceive", and areas targeted by his power need not be in that range at the same time. Passively, it distorts spatial coordinates on a microscopic scale, unnoticeable to the average person, but enough to throw off teleporters and sufficiently small objects. Naturally, as dimensions and proportions are key to this ability, the owner of this ability can discern them at a glance. Parkour A skill recently picked up. Arata's okay at it, but anything more complicated than hopping a fence or a short wall requires his ability. He's working on remedying that though. Driving Capable of using most cars and motorcycles. Any trucks or other nonstandard vehicles are beyond his ability, however. Misc:</s> <\|message\|>Annette Delauney Annette Delauney Annette sighed as she took another sip from her drink, sunglasses covered haze roving the place as she looked for something, anything worthy of her attention.But there wasn't anything that she could see, rendering this whole thing an increasing waste of her time. Not that she was entirely surprised given her status and abilities, but one could hope. Sadly, it seemed that such hope would be dashed upon the rocks. Woe was her. Fortunately, she had a drink, and that would suffice. But at this point she was contemplating seeing how many rooms she could break into and rob in a row before someone caught on. Her head perked up with the announcement then, rolling her eyes at the directives she had no intention of following if she had a say in the matter and it ended up being an inconvenience for her. Inviting all the foreigners in the city to this one building seemed like a really stupid idea, bu she wasn't going to object to it, the split decision made to go there. She hummed as she finished her drink, leaving it in place for one of the workers to retrieve as she rose from her seat. She might as well, the opportunity to meet two other high powered ESPers was worth it, and given what kind of gathering it seemed to be, odds were high that she'd find someone there worth her interest. At a moderate walk, she left the building and headed outside, past well dressed men and women, until she stood at the edge of the street. A hand raised to wave down a taxi, and one soon responded to her hails, pulling to a stop in front of her. She got in the backseat and sat down comfortable as she spoke to the middle aged man driving. "C2 Building, if you would," she instructed. The man nodded and pulled away into traffic. Soon, she'd be able to see what all the fuss was about.</s> <\|message\|>Victor Glarus Victor was just in the process of drying his hair with a towel when he heard the announcement by the ruler of china himself, quite interesting to be honest. It was in relation that all foreigners should go to this building named C2, and there, there would be 2 ESpers, this did pique his interest, back in Japan he knew of one although only in passing. Victor decided that he would go to this building and see what the fuss was about. He quickly dried himself off and shook his hair about a bit until it was in a position he liked, and he snapped open one of his suitcases, it contained some of his favouite wear, all of which is formal. He donned a a white, cotton buttoned shirt that was short sleeved, some straight black trousers, a gray waistcoat that had a black silk back, and Finally a dark navy blue mac, made from a very fine cotton. Victor looked at himself in a mirror and smiled slightly. I sure know how to dress well. Now, there was only a few things left, and one of them of great import. Victor pulled a very special belt from his suitcase, and wrapped it around his waist, but left it unbuckled for now, first he walked over to the the large metal container that was laid beside his King sized bed. This container in question is what caused a slight debacle down stairs in the lobby as it contained Victors Masamune Katana, he was unsure about the specific laws on swords in public, he doubted there would be much of an argument however, the firearm law stated that you were allowed to carry it so long as it was licensed to your name and that you didn't partake in beverages whilst having it on you. He assumed the same law counted for any other weapon on ones person; within reason. So, he put the code into the lock and then the key he always carried on him. And with a mechanical click the top opened up and inside there was a beautiful sight, an onyx black, lacquered wood Saya (Scabbard), the wood in question was a tarnished Ebony. The smell it gave was equally beautiful and alluring on the senses as the sight was. Taking the Katana out of its secure, temporary home he placed it where it belonged, clipped to the belt around his waist. One could see the insignia upon the hilt of the blade of the Masamune family, he doubted anyone would recognise it as one would have to be well taught in the art of Japanese blades and their history, as the blade in question was over 6 centuries old, and yet it was stronger and sharper than any blade that could be crafted with today's technology; this is why they cost so much. After putting his leather shoes on Victor straightened himself out and made sure he had everything he needed. Wallet, phone, some form of ID and more than enough money to see him to his destination and back. Victor began walking down stairs after leaving his room, deciding against the lift as he fancied the exercise. Chances are he'd not be doing a single session of Kendo for quite some time, so he'd get any excuse for some exercise where he could get it. A few minutes later and a discussion with the security as to why the scanner started beeping, he was on his way to the building that was named C2, the receptionist said that it was only a 20 minute walk away if you took the route she suggested. And so he did, the fresh air and walk would do him some good.</s> <\|message\|>Leon Gainsbourg Customs, it was always bloody customs that mucked up everything. Leon looked on in dissapointment as the rather unfriendly officer tossed his open package of Gauloises into the thrash. 'only closed packages allowed' The man had said in horribly broken English, sounding as bored as ever. The whole thing had just seemed amusing, what with his weapon not being any problem but his smokes discarded with extreme prejudice. Any attempts to reason had fallen on deaf ears, the worker drone having been here for so long he had lost any independant thought, especially for foreigners. "Ah, le pauvre salaud." Leon said with a smile, waving as he made his way out of the airport. It hardly mattered, he still had a sleeve of his brand in his lugagge, along with hs essentials. He stretched and breathed deeply as he stood on the sidewalk outside of the main building. Tian Jin, finally the flight had been murder on his spine and right now Leon absolutely craved some tea and a smoke, maybe squeeze in a small meal if he had the time. he still had some time before his meeting with the police chief of the city. Apparently Tian Jin had been used as distribution point for ampoules, the drug that had made it's way into most of europe and the world. If he could find out where they had been shipped from it might narrow down his search in Japan once its borders were open again. With a whistle he hailed one of the many cabs that circled around the airport, customers were easy pickings around here. "The Red Dragon Hotel, mon ami" Leon said as he tapped the driver on the shoulder, a couple of bills clutched between his fingers. The driver accepted his tip with a headnod and took off, leaving Leon to revel in the sights of the city in silence. It truly was a marvelous city, with towering buildings of shining glass piercing the clouds. Leon put on his headphones and brushed through the music on his cellphone, starting a beginner's course in practical Chinese, repeating the phrases in his head. While his English and Japanese were excellent, his Chinese left much to be desired and since he was stuck here for a couple of days... Leon felt bewildered as they stopped at a large, dull looking building, marked C2. Definitely not his hotel. "Why are we here, mon frére?" his driver shook his head, pointing at the radio. "City broadcast, foreigners must go to C2 building, meet Espers." he stated in no uncertain terms, followed by what Leon could only assume was Chinese cursing, probably because the stupid foreigner was to busy to listen to the radio announcement. . "C'est qoui cette connerie de merde?" Leon grumbled as he suddenly found himself standing in front of the building with his luggage swung over his shoulder. With a shrug he lit up a smoke and made his way to the entrance, he might as well see what the whole fuzz was about. Who knows? He might learn something.</s>	<\|message\|>Arata Aoshiki (First name, last name) The truck shuddered with every bump in the road and every little stop, shaking the Japanese stowaway from any attempt at getting a good rest. Hiding out in the back corner of some kind of shipping truck probably wasn't the best of ideas, but he'd done it on impulse, he didn't think the whole process through and now he was god-knows-where . Actually, now that Arata though about it, that described his whole adventure so far. A series of stupid decisions leading to lots of regret. Gah, he should've never left Japan in the first place. The truck stopped abruptly for the umpteenth time, as Arata heard words spoken in a language he couldn't much understand. It sounded Asian though, but that was probably to be expected when entering a Chinese shipping truck. The teen listened silently. Upon the sound of footsteps circling around the vehicle, Arata's eyes widened. 'W-Wait. Is-Is this it? What happens if they find me back here? No - gah - that's dumb, I'm a ESPer with a good power, I can deal with it, I can deal with it,' the teen ESPer thought, glancing around his immediate surroundings. Other than the shipments of what seemed to be food items, there wasn't much to work with. No openings to warp or anything. 'That's alright...that's alright,' he reassured himself glancing to the doors on the back, 'I just gotta be quick enough to designate, calc, and run, ne?' A moment after the first ray of light shone into the area, Arata was gone, sprawled on the pavement a several meters from the truck. "Gah..." he groaned, picking himself up off the ground as an announcement blared in the background. Something about foreigners, ESPers, and a C2 building. Unfortunately he didn't really catch it in between the whole 'temporarily shortening the fabric of space as casually as one would solve a simple maths equation' thing. Admittedly one of the more simple applications of his power - just a basic shortening and extension with no significant modification to the space - and very, very useful for quick movement. And if there was one thing he was good at, it was running from responsibilities, which made it useful twofold. Haha. A shame Arata was lost though, maybe then he could have put it to better use. At least he knew he was still in China, based on the surroundings. "Umm... He-Hello, sir?" Arata asked the nearest bystander, stopping from his assault on the laws of physics to inquire about what exactly he was to do, "What did that, uh, announcement say... exactly?" The man looked at the dirty, vagrant-like young man and sighed. "Curfew is in effect, and all foreigners go to the C2 building," he said in shoddy, but understandable Japanese before pointing at a building yonder, "It's that one. It is not far of a walk." He then proceeded to say something in what was probably Chinese. The tone wasn't very nice, so Arata just did his best to laugh it off and think on the positive side. "Thanks, mister," he said before heading to the C2 building. 'I should probably get a change of clothes and a shower when I can... I don't think anyone appreciates my disheveled appearance right now,' Arata thought, 'Hopefully I'll find something at this 'C2 building' place'</s>
<\|description\|>Arata Aoshiki (First name, last name) Age: 18 Gender: Male Class: ESPer Background: A Japanese youth who'd stumbled on to great power. Arata comes from a boring, nondescript family from Kyoto, and was rather unexceptional himself other than his excellent grades in school. He drifted through his education easily, and by the time college rolled around, was pretty much set for some boring desk job, or maybe something in scientific research. However, when he applied and received a scholarship to a university in Shimizu, little did he know that that would all change. He rented an apartment and moved to the city to complete his studies and earn a degree or two. He lived peacefully for a short time, a few months at most, until he decided to participate in the ESPer program after being persuaded to by one of his friends who took up research in that field. After receiving his ability, he used it to flee from Japan to China. Personality: Arata is a rather meek individual, but a reliable and honest one at least. Polite too. He maintains a kind demeanor and apologizes a lot, usually for stuff that's inconsequential to others. Though his heart is in the right place, Arata is often unsure of what he should do or if what he'd already done was the right thing. Not only that, but his aimless and indecisive nature makes him easy to manipulate. On the other hand, it also makes him a rather malleable individual, able to channel what potential he has into quickly picking up skills and traits. However, once he does finally settle on something to do, with or without external assistance, he'll do everything he can to succeed at that goal, and then likely feel bad about it afterwards. Skills/Abilities: ESPer Ability: Dimension Shift The ability to manipulate the properties of space, distance, and shapes. Specific applications of the ability are numerous, making for a powerful and versatile ability. His area of effect is anywhere that can be considered "within his field of vision" and "that which he can perceive", and areas targeted by his power need not be in that range at the same time. Passively, it distorts spatial coordinates on a microscopic scale, unnoticeable to the average person, but enough to throw off teleporters and sufficiently small objects. Naturally, as dimensions and proportions are key to this ability, the owner of this ability can discern them at a glance. Parkour A skill recently picked up. Arata's okay at it, but anything more complicated than hopping a fence or a short wall requires his ability. He's working on remedying that though. Driving Capable of using most cars and motorcycles. Any trucks or other nonstandard vehicles are beyond his ability, however. Misc:</s> <\|message\|>Julia Miller Julia Julia leaned against the outside wall of the C2 building, lazily puffing on a cigarette. She would have gone in already, but she had a feeling it was a non-smoking area, and she needed some time to herself. Since she was an ambassador, she rarely got the time to just sit back and enjoy herself, it was always paperwork or meetings or fancy events. "Well, I shouldn't complain," She said absently. "There are more than a few perks that come with the job." She finished her smoke and dropped the butt on the ground, stamping it out with her shoe. "Alright," She said, pushing open the door and walking in, "Let's see what this is all about."</s> <\|message\|>Leon Gainsbourg Leon Gainsbourg Leon drew a final relaxed breath from his cigarette before throwing the stub away in a convenient nearby ashtray. More and more people flooded into the building in a seeming endless stream. It seems this city has it's fair share of visitors, some he even recognised. There was of course the occasional politcal figurehead, ambassadors and the like, not to mention a veritable ludicrous amount of tourists. Dressed in ridiculous shirts and gawking at everything, he could swear he saw one take a picture of a thrashcan for pete's sake. this meeting had not even started and he felt bored already, strolling around to look at the various photon screens displaying colourful images, asking everyone to gather at the C2 building. It seemed a bit futile to him to ask people to gather at building while they were already there. Powerful ESP'ers his left foot, not much use in forensics if the killer just makes bullets with their mind, if you asked him they only made his job harder. Of course there were some working on their side but all in all, he felt that one couldn't beat old fashioned footwork. His train of thought was interupted as he noticed a familiar sight crossing his path, not someone he knew perosnally but who had, shall we say, garnered quite a reputation for herself. The lovely Miss Delauney, the master thief and general troublemaker in person. He had seen her file with her picture drifting around the DGSE several times, conecting her to several high profile cases. Her file had always been remarkably small though, mostly some footnotes, a description and a photo from her débutante days. The sign of a true professional. Now she would have no reason to know who Leon was, after all besides his rather formal clothing , he was still carrying around his luggage and looked the part of a tourist. So he would be free to follow her around and maybe learn some more about the whole situation, a thief like her didn't come to a city like this without a reason. Combined with the fact that his investigation prior had lead him to the same place, he sincerely doubted this was all a coincidence. he could spy on her to figure out how she was involved. But where would the fun in that be? he was still technically off duty as long as he hadn't had his briefing with the local police chief and information was always best gained straight from the horse's mouth. Besides, he couldn't really call himself a proper french gentleman if he didn't introduce himself to a fellow countryman. So with a carefree smile and relaxed stride he made his way over to her, nodding his head slightly in greeting. "Bonjour mademoiselle, quelle belle matinée, n'est-ce pas? " His demeanour remained relaxed through it all, smile unfading, but his eyes betrayed him. he was watching her closely for any false move. "Much to nice of a morning to be stuck in a place like this, wouldn't you agree, mademoiselle Delauney?" He brushed aside his coat to place his hand in his pocket, making sure his badge marking him as a DGSE agent was briefly visible. Not wanting the situation to dissolve in a fight with all these bystanders around, he tried to keep everything civil and clear. " Not to worry miss, I'm off duty, just enjoying the sights like all of us. But I can't help but wonder, what a world renowned thief such as yourself would do in a place such as this? " Leon suddenly straightened as if he just remembered something before spreading his hand on his chest in an apologetic manner. "Ah, mais comme je suis bête, how foolish of me, I haven't introduced myself. My name is Leon Gainsbourgh, but please, call me Leon. " He paused for just a moment to gauge her reaction before continueing. "I'm not here for you miss Delauney, I had just hoped that you with your connections and experiences in the more seedier parts of the world would be willing to help in a murder investigation. The killer seems to focus on beautiful young ladies such as yourself, a shame really. You wouldn't happened to have heard of anything like that, have you?"</s> <\|message\|>Jason Ford. The 'invitation' for the C2 building event happened just while Jason was drying out his hair, after taking a hot shower. He turned off the dryer and peeled his eyes at the 40 inch TV, which would probably cost a fortune. What captivated his attention during the broadcast was the fact that the announcer specified foreigners, hinting that tourists the likes of him were of some importance for whatever was happening in that building. "I should work on my timing", he exclaimed under his breath, rubbing his hair 'till they got very messy and then parting them slightly to the left, not bothering to use a comb. Wearing nothing but his boxers, he made his way to his luggage and unpacked some of his items, including his gun which he was planning to carry with him to the event in case he'd be assaulted by another toddler. After a brief fashion dilemma, characterized by Jason stroking his hairless chin, he finally went on with a pair of skin tight jeans, his favorite, a brown leather jacket and a white t-shirt with black stripes. Upon making his way out of the enormous hotel, he hailed a cab while in the sidewalk in front of the Red Dragon Resort. Tian Jin was a pretty dense place, so getting a cab wasn't much of a bother. The C2 Building wasn't far either, taking about 10 minutes for the cab to reach there. Tipping the cab driver and opening the door, he stood in front of the C2 Building entrance for a moment or so, observing all the tourists and the natives causing an uproar around the place, creating a very heavy atmosphere. "This better be good.", Jason muttered to himself yet again, taking his first steps inside the building.</s> <\|message\|>Victor Glarus The walk had done some of its magic on Victor, the city was a stunning and breath taking sight, and another bonus was that the traffic was moving at a snails pace because a lot of people were heading in the same direction as he was, their intent, most likely the same. However, the time he had during the walk gave him some room for thought, it raised several questions about why this was happening. They were to meet 2 of Chinas most powerful ESpers, so, why was this? Maybe it was a play of power, showing all of the Gaijin that China was a very powerful nation, of course this seemed a little counter productive as the world already knew that China was a powerful nation, it has been since the dawn of civilsed humanity, upon which China was the recorded first. So, maybe it was a little more unsavoury than that. Whilst a dictatorship is, in Victors opinion, the best form of government there was always a chance... or rather almost a certainty the dictator was inept and a callous fool who was power hungry and had the ego to match, generally they had the ability to rule over a shrimp stall with their management skills, and even that was pushing it. Li Huang, however, seemed on the surface to be a sufficient ruler; China was benefiting greatly under his rule after all and their acceptance of outsiders had became a great deal more evident. Something that would warrant further thought later, Victor mused as he came up to the destination, a large building that reminded him of an Amphitheater, the purpose was likely of a similar kind. There were a great deal of people here, the hustle and bustle was immense, as was the sheer size of the building it could easily seat at the very least half of the city's population, but this amount of people made Victor all the more cautious, after all pick-pockets could be a serious problem here, so he made sure he had a firm grip on Mansumune, which only the very tip of the hilt and the very bottom of the lacquered saya was visible, unless you looked at a certain angle. The people themselves were of all colours and backgrounds, this was without a doubt. There was not a single consistent piece of clothing amongst any of them, however there were some who stood out from the crowd more so than others these people would no doubt be of some interest later on, but at the moment he would simply get a drink and wait for the announcement that the event was starting. After getting himself a cup of tea; which paled in comparison to the caliber he normally drank he simply watched the crowd, waiting for someone of note to catch his eye, maybe someone from Japan, or maybe an ESper, now that would be interesting Victor thought, a small smile made its way on his lips as he took a sip from his drink.</s>	<\|message\|>Arata Aoshiki (First name, last name) Arata was making his way down town, walking fast. Faces passed, but he wasn't homebound, unfortunately. Rather, he was heading to the C2 building like every other good, law-abiding foreigner. As he walked, he looked down to his phone every few seconds. It was an older model, but it was still made of Photon Glass and had compatibility with the same sorts of apps and software that the newer models had. Admittedly, Arata never got to make much use of all those functions. Mostly he just used it for the mobile games and to surf the Internet than any sort of actual 'phone stuff' like texting his (lack of) many friends or going on social media. Either way, he wasn't doing any of the aforementioned four. He was just adjusting his timezone, pulling up a translator just in case, maybe finding up a map or t- BZZZT! BZZZT! "FWAH!" Arata yelped, fumbling with his attempts at catching his phone. The sudden vibrations loosened his already lax grip on the device, causing it to tumble down and down. Just barely he'd managed to save the device from it's imminent doom. Dammit, he didn't have enough money left over to be careless about this kind of thing! Lying flat on the ground while holding his phone like a weirdo, Arata answered the spontaneous call to reveal the holographic image of Dr. Richard Queen. The esteemed doctor gave a succinct order to Arata and the two others in the call to make their way to the C2 building ASAP. "Uwah..." Arata groaned, not even having had the chance to get an explanation or anything. He picked himself up off the ground for the second time today, dusting off his dark hoodie and jeans. How did Dr. Queen figure he was in China anyway? Arata put his phone away when the answer struck him. Of course, the phone had location tracing. Another dumb mistake. He shouldn't have brought it along. The young man looked at the C2 building. Evidently the presence of the ninth was required for some kind of presentation in front of... thousands... of... people... ...Yeah. He really didn't want to go. Stage fright was a cruel mistress, wasn't she? Either way, the Doctor would probably find a way to get him there anyway, so there wasn't much use for fighting the inevitable. He gauged the distance from the ground to the top of the C2 building, and then the building from his current point. Arata curled his fingers into a fist, bracing himself. He took a deep breathe, and exhaled before taking a single step. Arata fell. His limbs flailed as he plummeted to the ground. He gritted his teeth, as he watched the ground below get ever closer and closer. His eyes watered as the air resistance buffeted his face. He cracked a little bit of a grin as his falling speed decreased severely. No, it wasn't that he was slowing his fall, more like he was falling up rather than down. Another instant later, Arata landed on the ground in a crouched position, one hand out in front to keep his balance and the other behind his back. He figured he looked kind of cool like that, maybe. A few people looked at the filthy-looking drifter crouched on the ground oddly as they entered the C2 building. Arata's faced reddened at this development, so he pulled up his hood and stood himself up before entering the building to go find this 'Quadrillion Stage'.</s>
<\|description\|>Octavius of Chalcion Gender: Male Race: Chalcionese(Westvarlder in origin) Age: 25 Outward appearance: 6'4" high and weighing around 220 lbs. Octavius has long, but muscular limbs and broad shoulders, making his frame a powerful one. He has long black hair and light blue eyes. He has a small beard as well. Personality: Octavius is firm and forceful in his approach to problems and commonly words things with certainty and confidence. He is courageous and defiant of those who dare oppress him and will fight until his last breath to save his highly-valued freedom. He has high self-esteem and tends to care about what he looks like in public on occasions that don't involve combat. Octavius is extroverted and despises spending time alone, and will always seek to converse with someone nearby to gather any information for a cause of his. He generally believes he is right and has an immense stubbornness about admitting his flaws, mostly due to pride and his reckless nature. Despite these negative qualities, Octavius is a devoted, loving friend who would gladly take an arrow to the heart for those he holds dear. He is also very generous, has a forgiving nature and is strongly optimistic, refusing to fall into despair, regardless of the situation at hand. Biography: Octavius was born in Isvarld, on August 7th, 4975. Very early in his life, tragedy seeped in, as the Hadrianites laid waste to the Westvarlder villages, after Baldric signed the peace treaty with Hadrian VI. As the Hadrianites attacked, Octavius' mother grabbed her son and put him into a wicker basket, and then, sent him down the Burgen river, before her life, like her husband's, was taken by an 18-year-old Hadrian VII. Octavius drifted along the river and went into the oceans that divided Chalcion and Isvarld. By pure chance, Octavius was discovered by a Chalcionese fishing party who were heading out to catch crab. When they returned to port Canonfire, king Akakios was making a regular visit to the hold to see how things were going. He attended the docking of the ship and noticed that the fishermen discovered a baby boy. Akakios' wife, Queen Cloelia, failed to give a successful birth twice prior to this, so the king felt urged to help the baby, but not without asking the captain if any of the men is able to raise the child. The sailors were unable to do so, because they were either too poor, or had enough children. Moved, Akakios adopted the baby and gave him the name Octavius. Five years later, Cloelia successfully gave birth to a baby boy that was meant to be the future king of Chalcion - Alexander. As Octavius and Alexander grew, they never had an air of jealousy about heirloom between them and loved each other like true brothers. Both would grow up to be fully trained for the army and become skilled warriors. On the day of the attack on Chalcivitas, on September 13th, 4999, Alexander was captured by the Hadrianites and the Chalcionese general was dead, and the Hadrianites were too strong in numbers to take on. Akakios had no choice but to give his sword to Octavius and entrust him with leadership over the troops of Chalcion. Octavius fled Chalcivitas with around 2000 knights, and watched as his hometown was taken by the Hadrianites. Over the course of the year, Octavius made sure to keep all the other holds and villages safe of the Hadrianites, and now come the months of the final operations to free Chalcion. What is to come - he does not know. Equipment: When riding, Octavius wears strong leather clothing complete with a green cape to minimize weight. However, when fighting on foot, he can be seen wearing full steel plate armor. He prefers not to wear a helmet. His main weapon of combat is a longsword, while he always carries a dagger strapped to his waist. On other occasions he carries a double-bladed, two-hand battleaxe. He also uses a longbow on more silent attacks & solo missions. Skills: Octavius is a master swordsman and a very skilled wielder of two-handed hacking and bashing weapons. He is also a great archer, and fairly skilled at using siege weaponry. Other: Octavius often enjoys drinking ale, but hardly eats a lot of meat or sweets for that matter. Years of physical training taught him that it is better to stay strong without such foods.</s> <\|message\|>Octavius of Chalcion Inception September 27th, 5000. It was night, and a blanket of darkness has already covered the land of Chalcion. One could see the vast expanse of green fields, stretching as far as the eye can see. These fields covered the central part of Chalcion, and were a place where wild animals like to congregate to eat and drink. However, most of the land's animals were sleeping, with only smaller nocturnal critters wandering about. These fields are also locations of burnt Chalcionese villages, which have fallen victim to the wrath of the Hadrianites. Houses turned to ash, smoldering burned hay, the corpses of domestic animals accidentally killed during the village burning, as well as dead people - all are testimony of the ruthless tyranny of Emperor Hadrian VII, a man of vice, who above all else desires dominance, authority, and power. He did not hesitate to hack down innocent villagers, who had never wronged him, only to rob them of their provisions. Since King Akakios boldly declined to be a vassal to such a tyrant, he paid a bitter price, but left all his hopes in the hands of one man that he trusted more than many others, since his son too was captured. This is all the cold, bitter and cruel truth of life: the strong prey on the weak, the weak cannot fight back. The Chalcivitas knights have spent the year scouting around Central Chalcion and seeking aid up north and in the south. They made sure that most of the villages and minor cities of Chalcion were intact and unspoiled by the Hadrianites, but Chalcivitas was still surrounded. Its people were being interrogated, tormented, even slaughtered, in order to accept the dogma and the tyranny of Hadrian VII, or give information regarding Chalcionese commanders. Among those was the heir to the throne, Alexander, who was captured for interrogation and was being forced to submit his kingdom to Hadrian. Stubbornly, Alexander clung to what his father told him, not losing hope that eventually, the men of Chalcion will have rallied to become strong enough to drive the attackers out of their capital. The Central Chalcionese soldiers were prepared to take back their capital once and for all, with determination, and some aid from cities that either withstood or didn't see the attack of the Hadrianites. Word spread of the genocide committed by the Hadrianites, at Chalcivitas, Fort Agaroth, Analima and Tentaclus especially, adding even more hatred toward the indiscriminate Hadrianite troops. They were currently stationed at a now cleansed Fort Agaroth, awaiting to rally up and march on Chalcivitas. Octavius, the new leader of Chalcion's troops, was inside his tent in the camp just a few hours away from Chalcivitas, sitting by the entrance, smoking a pipe and looking out to the sky. He knew that he could delay no longer with a march on Chalcivitas, because retaking it would be very influential and may as well turn the tides of the war in Chalcion's favor. It would also mean freeing Alexander, if he was still alive. According to reliable messengers, Alexander still languished in Chalcivitas, which meant that he may yet be alive and that he could still be saved. Octavius missed Alexander very much. More so because the two argued on the same day that Hadrian attacked Chalcivitas. He greatly wanted to see his brother again and take back the rash insults and ill words he said to him in anger, because now he was close, so close to losing him forever. He would not allow himself to let his family, or anyone else who were his countrymen to die cowering, afraid of the very air they breathe. He intended to summon up the courage of his men and make them more willing to fight for the freedom of their land.</s> <\|message\|>Rozalia Casador "Gods above, why are my legs so short? Go faster dammit!" Rozalia thought to herself angrily, brow furrowed in determination as she tore through the camp, arms pumping as her legs carried her as fast as they could go. Octavius needed to hear this information as soon as possible, but just as luck would have it, some bandits cut down her horse. Bastards. At the very least they wouldn't be bothering anyone else again, not if her swords had anything to say about it. "Out of my way!" She practically bellowed at what she was certain was a superior officer as she barreled around the corner, wincing slightly at the angry yells from behind, but ignoring them anyway. There wasn't time. Lives could depend on this information. After running full pelt for a good hour or so, she finally reached the commander's tent, in the centre of the camp. Legs trembling uncontrollably from the sudden stop, she approached the entrance, only to be pushed back by one of the soldiers positioned there. "It's late, soldier. Why do you approach?" He began, looking down on this lower ranked woman with stern eyes. "I have - information." She said between panting breaths. "And - I don't - give a damn - how late it is." She growled in response, momentarily forgetting herself - not that you could blame her. She was exhausted, having been at the city for a good few days, spying on the various different guard patrols in the city, practically running back without stopping, and was still suffering untended wounds from the run in she had had with the bandits. Cuts on the arms and side, they weren't particularly bad - unless you'd been sprinting a marathon with them, that was. Turning her gaze now to Octavius, still panting slightly, and blood still dribbling lazily from her light wounds, she stepped away from the guard. "It's in regards to the city, and the patrols. And your brother."</s> <\|message\|>Octavius of Chalcion After taking one more puff out of his pipe, Octavius lowered his pipe back into an ashtray he had put inside his tent after he witnessed the young woman arriving to report something. Obviously she was travelling on foot, and hence, she was very tired. Moreover, she was lightly wounded in the process. It was her duty to scout about Chalcivitas and report about the position of the guards on the walls of Chalcivitas, which would aid in the reclaiming of the city the day after this one. It seems that she succeeded, but without her horse. Nevertheless, Octavius had no time to bother with such things, and he listened to what she was saying, after she spoke to a soldier who was on the night watch. She explained herself by speaking about the Hadrianite security in Chalcivitas and how it could be dealt with, but also news which interested Octavius more personally, regarding Alexander, his brother, fellow prince of Chalcion... "Alexander?" the young commander asked: "Tell me everything you know."</s> <\|message\|>Rozalia Casador Pushing past the displeased guard, Roze saluted and bowed in front of her commander. This was the first time she'd even been close to Octavius, let alone talk to him. Although she had joined his troops ever since the beginning - ever since that bastard Hadrian had shown up with his masses of soldiers - she had never really expected to do anything worthwhile, other than kill as many of those motherless sons of whores that followed Hadrian as she could possibly manage, before wounds or exhaustion take her. And yet, here she was, talking to the Commander, with potentially game-changing information for their side. And, oh what information it was. It really paid off how she could pretty much disappear in the shadows. "Commander. While spying in the city, I managed to overhear talk between the guards. They were being rather generous with spouting out information through boasting. After a few drinks, they'd pretty much spilled where the Prince was being kept. He's not in the prisons, like we first thought. Hadrian's keeping him in the palace – third floor." She began, beginning to regain her breathing as the adrenaline from the run died down slightly. Rozalia's legs practically screamed at her in pain, but she wasn't one to complain. Worse things could have happened to her. "I was also able to mark down the guard patrols on the walls. The sewer entrance I used to come and go in is in a fairly deserted area – there's only four guards patrolling there, coming by every three hours; two for day, two for night. The idiots aren't even replaced for meal time." She added with a scoff, shaking her head slightly. Hadrian was being rather complacent with his win. It was as if he'd forgotten that an army led by Octavius himself lay just beyond the walls.</s>	<\|message\|>Octavius of Chalcion Flaming hope glimmered in Octavius' gaze, knowing where his brother is kept. Getting inside Chalcivitas itself via the sewer tunnel which Rozalia spoke of would mean that the Chalcionese knights had to perform an infantry assault, leaving their horses aside. This would demand a greater deal of stealth and light armor, so that they would not be so easily heard. With guard positions marked, they would have a clear idea of what pattern they would use to wipe out all the Hadrianites within the city walls. Octavius was more ready than ever to show Hadrian to assert a point: his armies were far from invincible. It has been proven thus far by the resistance shown to his attacks on the southern holds and Canonfire hold, to the north. Out of his own experience, and what Rozalia has told him just now, he learned that Hadrianites are truly devoid of any honor and that they did not value freedom of expression as a sacred right of every individual, if used well. Rising to his feet, he could see that she was struggling to stay on her feet and that she was lightly wounded while making her return to Agaroth. With sympathy, Octavius responded to her: "I thank you for the trouble you have gone through to obtain this information. When we make the move to head to Chalcivitas, you will show us the carvings, but for now, go down to the medic's tent. You need to heal those wounds." He then looked at the guard who was standing in front of the tent and said: "Guard, help this lady to the medic's tent. She is not at her strongest now." "As you wish, general." the guard replied, then leading Rozalia to the tent where the wounded usually received proper treatment. Pacing around his tent, Octavius decided that it would be best to speak to Marius, the other general of Chalcion's troops, about the possible methods of freeing Chalcivitas. He exited his tent and went to find general Marius' tent. Walking inside, he greeted him by laying a fist onto the right side of his chest: "General."</s>
<\|description\|>Octavius of Chalcion Gender: Male Race: Chalcionese(Westvarlder in origin) Age: 25 Outward appearance: 6'4" high and weighing around 220 lbs. Octavius has long, but muscular limbs and broad shoulders, making his frame a powerful one. He has long black hair and light blue eyes. He has a small beard as well. Personality: Octavius is firm and forceful in his approach to problems and commonly words things with certainty and confidence. He is courageous and defiant of those who dare oppress him and will fight until his last breath to save his highly-valued freedom. He has high self-esteem and tends to care about what he looks like in public on occasions that don't involve combat. Octavius is extroverted and despises spending time alone, and will always seek to converse with someone nearby to gather any information for a cause of his. He generally believes he is right and has an immense stubbornness about admitting his flaws, mostly due to pride and his reckless nature. Despite these negative qualities, Octavius is a devoted, loving friend who would gladly take an arrow to the heart for those he holds dear. He is also very generous, has a forgiving nature and is strongly optimistic, refusing to fall into despair, regardless of the situation at hand. Biography: Octavius was born in Isvarld, on August 7th, 4975. Very early in his life, tragedy seeped in, as the Hadrianites laid waste to the Westvarlder villages, after Baldric signed the peace treaty with Hadrian VI. As the Hadrianites attacked, Octavius' mother grabbed her son and put him into a wicker basket, and then, sent him down the Burgen river, before her life, like her husband's, was taken by an 18-year-old Hadrian VII. Octavius drifted along the river and went into the oceans that divided Chalcion and Isvarld. By pure chance, Octavius was discovered by a Chalcionese fishing party who were heading out to catch crab. When they returned to port Canonfire, king Akakios was making a regular visit to the hold to see how things were going. He attended the docking of the ship and noticed that the fishermen discovered a baby boy. Akakios' wife, Queen Cloelia, failed to give a successful birth twice prior to this, so the king felt urged to help the baby, but not without asking the captain if any of the men is able to raise the child. The sailors were unable to do so, because they were either too poor, or had enough children. Moved, Akakios adopted the baby and gave him the name Octavius. Five years later, Cloelia successfully gave birth to a baby boy that was meant to be the future king of Chalcion - Alexander. As Octavius and Alexander grew, they never had an air of jealousy about heirloom between them and loved each other like true brothers. Both would grow up to be fully trained for the army and become skilled warriors. On the day of the attack on Chalcivitas, on September 13th, 4999, Alexander was captured by the Hadrianites and the Chalcionese general was dead, and the Hadrianites were too strong in numbers to take on. Akakios had no choice but to give his sword to Octavius and entrust him with leadership over the troops of Chalcion. Octavius fled Chalcivitas with around 2000 knights, and watched as his hometown was taken by the Hadrianites. Over the course of the year, Octavius made sure to keep all the other holds and villages safe of the Hadrianites, and now come the months of the final operations to free Chalcion. What is to come - he does not know. Equipment: When riding, Octavius wears strong leather clothing complete with a green cape to minimize weight. However, when fighting on foot, he can be seen wearing full steel plate armor. He prefers not to wear a helmet. His main weapon of combat is a longsword, while he always carries a dagger strapped to his waist. On other occasions he carries a double-bladed, two-hand battleaxe. He also uses a longbow on more silent attacks & solo missions. Skills: Octavius is a master swordsman and a very skilled wielder of two-handed hacking and bashing weapons. He is also a great archer, and fairly skilled at using siege weaponry. Other: Octavius often enjoys drinking ale, but hardly eats a lot of meat or sweets for that matter. Years of physical training taught him that it is better to stay strong without such foods.</s> <\|message\|>Rozalia Casador "Gods above, why are my legs so short? Go faster dammit!" Rozalia thought to herself angrily, brow furrowed in determination as she tore through the camp, arms pumping as her legs carried her as fast as they could go. Octavius needed to hear this information as soon as possible, but just as luck would have it, some bandits cut down her horse. Bastards. At the very least they wouldn't be bothering anyone else again, not if her swords had anything to say about it. "Out of my way!" She practically bellowed at what she was certain was a superior officer as she barreled around the corner, wincing slightly at the angry yells from behind, but ignoring them anyway. There wasn't time. Lives could depend on this information. After running full pelt for a good hour or so, she finally reached the commander's tent, in the centre of the camp. Legs trembling uncontrollably from the sudden stop, she approached the entrance, only to be pushed back by one of the soldiers positioned there. "It's late, soldier. Why do you approach?" He began, looking down on this lower ranked woman with stern eyes. "I have - information." She said between panting breaths. "And - I don't - give a damn - how late it is." She growled in response, momentarily forgetting herself - not that you could blame her. She was exhausted, having been at the city for a good few days, spying on the various different guard patrols in the city, practically running back without stopping, and was still suffering untended wounds from the run in she had had with the bandits. Cuts on the arms and side, they weren't particularly bad - unless you'd been sprinting a marathon with them, that was. Turning her gaze now to Octavius, still panting slightly, and blood still dribbling lazily from her light wounds, she stepped away from the guard. "It's in regards to the city, and the patrols. And your brother."</s> <\|message\|>Octavius of Chalcion After taking one more puff out of his pipe, Octavius lowered his pipe back into an ashtray he had put inside his tent after he witnessed the young woman arriving to report something. Obviously she was travelling on foot, and hence, she was very tired. Moreover, she was lightly wounded in the process. It was her duty to scout about Chalcivitas and report about the position of the guards on the walls of Chalcivitas, which would aid in the reclaiming of the city the day after this one. It seems that she succeeded, but without her horse. Nevertheless, Octavius had no time to bother with such things, and he listened to what she was saying, after she spoke to a soldier who was on the night watch. She explained herself by speaking about the Hadrianite security in Chalcivitas and how it could be dealt with, but also news which interested Octavius more personally, regarding Alexander, his brother, fellow prince of Chalcion... "Alexander?" the young commander asked: "Tell me everything you know."</s> <\|message\|>Rozalia Casador Pushing past the displeased guard, Roze saluted and bowed in front of her commander. This was the first time she'd even been close to Octavius, let alone talk to him. Although she had joined his troops ever since the beginning - ever since that bastard Hadrian had shown up with his masses of soldiers - she had never really expected to do anything worthwhile, other than kill as many of those motherless sons of whores that followed Hadrian as she could possibly manage, before wounds or exhaustion take her. And yet, here she was, talking to the Commander, with potentially game-changing information for their side. And, oh what information it was. It really paid off how she could pretty much disappear in the shadows. "Commander. While spying in the city, I managed to overhear talk between the guards. They were being rather generous with spouting out information through boasting. After a few drinks, they'd pretty much spilled where the Prince was being kept. He's not in the prisons, like we first thought. Hadrian's keeping him in the palace – third floor." She began, beginning to regain her breathing as the adrenaline from the run died down slightly. Rozalia's legs practically screamed at her in pain, but she wasn't one to complain. Worse things could have happened to her. "I was also able to mark down the guard patrols on the walls. The sewer entrance I used to come and go in is in a fairly deserted area – there's only four guards patrolling there, coming by every three hours; two for day, two for night. The idiots aren't even replaced for meal time." She added with a scoff, shaking her head slightly. Hadrian was being rather complacent with his win. It was as if he'd forgotten that an army led by Octavius himself lay just beyond the walls.</s> <\|message\|>Octavius of Chalcion Flaming hope glimmered in Octavius' gaze, knowing where his brother is kept. Getting inside Chalcivitas itself via the sewer tunnel which Rozalia spoke of would mean that the Chalcionese knights had to perform an infantry assault, leaving their horses aside. This would demand a greater deal of stealth and light armor, so that they would not be so easily heard. With guard positions marked, they would have a clear idea of what pattern they would use to wipe out all the Hadrianites within the city walls. Octavius was more ready than ever to show Hadrian to assert a point: his armies were far from invincible. It has been proven thus far by the resistance shown to his attacks on the southern holds and Canonfire hold, to the north. Out of his own experience, and what Rozalia has told him just now, he learned that Hadrianites are truly devoid of any honor and that they did not value freedom of expression as a sacred right of every individual, if used well. Rising to his feet, he could see that she was struggling to stay on her feet and that she was lightly wounded while making her return to Agaroth. With sympathy, Octavius responded to her: "I thank you for the trouble you have gone through to obtain this information. When we make the move to head to Chalcivitas, you will show us the carvings, but for now, go down to the medic's tent. You need to heal those wounds." He then looked at the guard who was standing in front of the tent and said: "Guard, help this lady to the medic's tent. She is not at her strongest now." "As you wish, general." the guard replied, then leading Rozalia to the tent where the wounded usually received proper treatment. Pacing around his tent, Octavius decided that it would be best to speak to Marius, the other general of Chalcion's troops, about the possible methods of freeing Chalcivitas. He exited his tent and went to find general Marius' tent. Walking inside, he greeted him by laying a fist onto the right side of his chest: "General."</s> <\|message\|>Rozalia Casador Rozalia could hardly help herself, darting a triumphant grin at the disgruntled guard as he escorted her to the medic's tent. "You watch yourself, girl. Just because you're quiet doesn't make you a good soldier. Nor does it mean you have the right to talk to your commanding officers as if they were underlings!" He gave her a slight shove in the back as he said that, stalking away as soon as the medic's tent was in sight. "Bastard." She muttered under her breath, limping the rest of the way. "Back home, you would be my underling. Have you living in the mud like the pig you are..." The threats were quiet, and made completely in jest, but made her feel better anyway. Thankfully, the tent was empty other than one of her more idiotic comrades that had shot himself in the foot with a crossbow, so she was seen to swiftly. In no time at all, she was bathed, bandaged, in a cot, and wolfing down a meal as she shared her stories of the city. After hearing she had returned, some of her 'co-workers' had paid a visit, bringing with them plenty of mead and questions. She'd been quite happy to oblige, the mead keeping her awake as her adrenaline eased off. "Did you kill the bandits?" "Did I kill the bandits? Of course I killed the bandits, you dog." She chuckled, after having recounted her more than eventful escape from the city. "I wasn't going to just let them walk away after they killed my horse and attacked me. It didn't help that they said they wanted my 'purse'... if you get what I mean." Her voice soured somewhat at that last comment. Honestly, even when it came to war and death, all some men could think of was their cock. "What did you do then?" One of the soldiers asked. "Well, they wanted my... equipment, shall we call it? So, I happily obliged and gave each of them one." She paused, smiling as she downed the remainder of her drink. "I did have to remove certain parts first though."</s> <\|message\|>Marius Inside the large red-and-white tent, Marius takes a quick sip of his cup of red wine. He sighs as he finishes, placing it down on his table. It had been a long day for he and the troops, but yet they are just steps away from retaking the capital. All they need to do now was quickly rest here, scout out the area, and put a successful plan in motion. He already had sent scouts to scout around the area and already it has been several hours since they left the camp. He was getting more and more anxious by the minute, not to the fact that he feared of losing, no, but in finally taking back their beloved capital. Yet in the midst of his thoughts, he remembers his most beautiful wife and his son, who are trapped within those very walls. It had been a long time since he had seen them and all the nightmares on losing them both haunted him through the days and weeks... lasting already for a little over a year. He and his army cannot afford to lose this important battle. As soon as he began to take another sip of wine, general Octavius came through the entrance of his tent and was kindly greeted by him. He always respected Octavius for his bravery as well as his skills in battle and honorable personality. "Ah! Octavius my friend," he answers back with a friendly gaze as he raises his cup, ""Anything to report regarding the guard positions in Chalcivitas?"</s>	<\|message\|>Octavius of Chalcion Octavius did not beat around the bush nor stay silent for too long when Marius asked about the reports of Guard positions in Chalcivitas. He immediately started explaining Rozalia's information: "We received word that Alexander is held on house arrest in the palace, on the third floor. It seems the guards blurted this out after a couple of ales, according to our scout. She has managed to mark the guard positions on the walls, and discovered that the sewer tunnel is not very actively guarded. Only four guards, switching between day and night shifts. I was also told that they are not replaced between these shifts at all, not even for breakfast, lunch, or dinner. This means they are tired, and that we have the advantage within our grasp! If we can infiltrate the city via the sewer tunnel, it may very well be our only hope of reclaiming Chalcivitas and freeing Alexander and the rest of our people." Giving the scroll where the guard positions have been marked to Marius, he spoke: "These are the guard positions. We need to devise a method of attack immediately, so that we can give the men instructions."</s>
<\|description\|>Rozalia Casador Gender: Female Race: Hadrianite, although masquerading as a Chalcionese. Age: 24 Outward appearance: Measuring at 5'5, Roze's figure is slim, curvy, and not much in the way of muscle – that the eye can see, that is; she's still got plenty of strength. Her face is younger than her years, being heart-shaped, with bright sapphire-like eyes, dimples, and delicate features, and even, mostly unmarred skin. Atop her comely face is an abundance of ebony black curls, reaching about her mid-back when she hasn't tied them up out of the way. Although slightly impractical in her line of work, she can't bring herself to cutting it short. Any scars she has retained through past battles have been on her body; most minor, but the biggest and most notable is a long, pale knife mark stretching from the base of her back, and curving around her body till it hits her mid-stomach on the left side. Personality: Despite her somewhat dark background and hidden past, Rozalia tends to stay chipper in the line of fire. Retaining her humour, her optimism, and her wit, even in some of the darkest situations, it takes a damn lot to make her lose hope – because she is stubborn, determined, and will not go down without a fight. Not only that, but she keeps those that are dear to her safe. After the death of her entire family, she has become adamant that nothing like that would ever happen again. Almost obsessive when it comes to keeping others safe, she'll willingly throw herself into danger to prevent others getting harmed. Although this can be a definite weakness in the eyes of her enemies, she's quite happy retaining this way of thinking. When not caught in a dire situation, she attempts to keep some form of professionalism among her betters - not that that works all the time. Speaking her mind is something common for her – a regrettable trait kept from when she was just young, not that she particularly cares. However, she is a pleasant companion to have. When not about her past, she tends to speak the truth, be it softly or harshly. It really depends on who she's talking to. Biography: Rozalia was born as Lady Rosálie of the Jagaré family - one of seven children; the middle child, the youngest daughter. Kept safe within the empire of the Hadrianites, her family were rich, sheltered, and in good with the reigning family. In fact, Rosálie practically grew up in the palaces of the reigning family, being Hadrian VII's promised bride in the future. Things looked to be alright, for when she was young, she did not see the darkness surrounding that family, and was happy to be betrothed to a handsome man (despite the nearly 20 year age gap). However, things turned sour rather quickly for young Rosa. As she grew, so did her knowledge of Hadrian's exploits - and she swiftly discovered traits within him that were fairly despicable and not all preferable for a future husband. Despite her pleadings, her parents kept the arranged marriage going for a good few years, up until she had reached 14 – at the point he had finished his conquering of Umeacha, and had turned his gaze to other lands; Chalcion. By this point, even Rosa's family were unsure of what sort of monster that they had affiliated themselves with, and broke off the marriage contract. Despite the fact that Rosa had obviously gone off the idea of being with him, Hadrian himself was still infatuated with her, and was enraged at the fact their marriage had been abandoned; for she was a most beautiful maiden, and he wanted her. Almost as much as his empire. To try and bring her back to him, willingly or not, he had her entire family slaughtered as traitors to the empire. Although horrified at the atrocity that he previously beloved had committed, she had been expecting something like this for a while; for years, she had privately honed her fighting skills. Unbecoming of a Lady, let alone a woman, but she was able to get the teachings she needed. She was able to escape Hadrian's guards, and flee the country in a mere fishing boat. Once arriving at Chalcion, she continued her training with the money she had smuggled over with her. Eventually, the news of her family' slaughter became old, and was no longer talked about. Hadrian had bigger things to worry about, so attempts at finding her were abandoned in the first year of her escape. Lady Rosálie Jagaré was forgotten, and Rozalia Casador was born. As soon as Hadrian took Chalcion, she joined the ranks of Octavian, hoping to find her revenge, and return the homes of Hadrian's victims back to them. Equipment: The standard leather armour of Octavian's army, although she's added a few small embellishments of her own. An extra strip of cloth here, something shortened there - just enough to not be obvious, but to make the armour her own. However, her weapons are far from normal; a sword and two matching daggers, both borne of the same mystical fires that exist in the furthest reaches of the lands. At least, that's what she truly believes - they are fairly unique. A stunning set of weapons, the blades and sharp, never needing to be tended to or sharpened, and the hilts are of a stunning gold colour; as strong as lead, but as light as feathers with the blades. Set into the hilt of the sword and each dagger is a gemstone. It sparkles almost unnaturally, so it is unsure of what gem it is, and where the weapons came from. All Roze knows is that she found them in a pirate's cove during one of her more rigorous training sessions, and they were supposedly able to kill anything; be it Elf or dragon. However, all she has killed is human, so she can't really put that to the test. Other than this, she has the standard bow and arrows kept with most soldiers, and various other steel daggers hidden about herself. In terms of personal items, she has nothing. She didn't want to risk anyone knowing who she was. Skills: Is an all-round badass in terms of combat. Taking part in a grueling training since the age of 15, she's honed her skills with the blade and hand to hand. Although some way gain the upper hand over her, she has the tactical mind of a strategist to win a fight, no matter how big or strong the opponent. She is also a keen diplomat, retained from her years as a Lady, probably. She manages to keep a cool head in most situations, managing to think of the more rational solution to a problem, as opposed to killing first, asking questions later. Other: Enjoys singing in her spare – and alone – time; quite the lovely voice, but certainly not interested in sharing it with the world. She also has frequent nightmares, so either doesn't have much sleep, or just has more than a few drinks before laying down to sleep.</s> <\|message\|>Rozalia Casador "Gods above, why are my legs so short? Go faster dammit!" Rozalia thought to herself angrily, brow furrowed in determination as she tore through the camp, arms pumping as her legs carried her as fast as they could go. Octavius needed to hear this information as soon as possible, but just as luck would have it, some bandits cut down her horse. Bastards. At the very least they wouldn't be bothering anyone else again, not if her swords had anything to say about it. "Out of my way!" She practically bellowed at what she was certain was a superior officer as she barreled around the corner, wincing slightly at the angry yells from behind, but ignoring them anyway. There wasn't time. Lives could depend on this information. After running full pelt for a good hour or so, she finally reached the commander's tent, in the centre of the camp. Legs trembling uncontrollably from the sudden stop, she approached the entrance, only to be pushed back by one of the soldiers positioned there. "It's late, soldier. Why do you approach?" He began, looking down on this lower ranked woman with stern eyes. "I have - information." She said between panting breaths. "And - I don't - give a damn - how late it is." She growled in response, momentarily forgetting herself - not that you could blame her. She was exhausted, having been at the city for a good few days, spying on the various different guard patrols in the city, practically running back without stopping, and was still suffering untended wounds from the run in she had had with the bandits. Cuts on the arms and side, they weren't particularly bad - unless you'd been sprinting a marathon with them, that was. Turning her gaze now to Octavius, still panting slightly, and blood still dribbling lazily from her light wounds, she stepped away from the guard. "It's in regards to the city, and the patrols. And your brother."</s> <\|message\|>Octavius of Chalcion After taking one more puff out of his pipe, Octavius lowered his pipe back into an ashtray he had put inside his tent after he witnessed the young woman arriving to report something. Obviously she was travelling on foot, and hence, she was very tired. Moreover, she was lightly wounded in the process. It was her duty to scout about Chalcivitas and report about the position of the guards on the walls of Chalcivitas, which would aid in the reclaiming of the city the day after this one. It seems that she succeeded, but without her horse. Nevertheless, Octavius had no time to bother with such things, and he listened to what she was saying, after she spoke to a soldier who was on the night watch. She explained herself by speaking about the Hadrianite security in Chalcivitas and how it could be dealt with, but also news which interested Octavius more personally, regarding Alexander, his brother, fellow prince of Chalcion... "Alexander?" the young commander asked: "Tell me everything you know."</s> <\|message\|>Rozalia Casador Pushing past the displeased guard, Roze saluted and bowed in front of her commander. This was the first time she'd even been close to Octavius, let alone talk to him. Although she had joined his troops ever since the beginning - ever since that bastard Hadrian had shown up with his masses of soldiers - she had never really expected to do anything worthwhile, other than kill as many of those motherless sons of whores that followed Hadrian as she could possibly manage, before wounds or exhaustion take her. And yet, here she was, talking to the Commander, with potentially game-changing information for their side. And, oh what information it was. It really paid off how she could pretty much disappear in the shadows. "Commander. While spying in the city, I managed to overhear talk between the guards. They were being rather generous with spouting out information through boasting. After a few drinks, they'd pretty much spilled where the Prince was being kept. He's not in the prisons, like we first thought. Hadrian's keeping him in the palace – third floor." She began, beginning to regain her breathing as the adrenaline from the run died down slightly. Rozalia's legs practically screamed at her in pain, but she wasn't one to complain. Worse things could have happened to her. "I was also able to mark down the guard patrols on the walls. The sewer entrance I used to come and go in is in a fairly deserted area – there's only four guards patrolling there, coming by every three hours; two for day, two for night. The idiots aren't even replaced for meal time." She added with a scoff, shaking her head slightly. Hadrian was being rather complacent with his win. It was as if he'd forgotten that an army led by Octavius himself lay just beyond the walls.</s> <\|message\|>Octavius of Chalcion Flaming hope glimmered in Octavius' gaze, knowing where his brother is kept. Getting inside Chalcivitas itself via the sewer tunnel which Rozalia spoke of would mean that the Chalcionese knights had to perform an infantry assault, leaving their horses aside. This would demand a greater deal of stealth and light armor, so that they would not be so easily heard. With guard positions marked, they would have a clear idea of what pattern they would use to wipe out all the Hadrianites within the city walls. Octavius was more ready than ever to show Hadrian to assert a point: his armies were far from invincible. It has been proven thus far by the resistance shown to his attacks on the southern holds and Canonfire hold, to the north. Out of his own experience, and what Rozalia has told him just now, he learned that Hadrianites are truly devoid of any honor and that they did not value freedom of expression as a sacred right of every individual, if used well. Rising to his feet, he could see that she was struggling to stay on her feet and that she was lightly wounded while making her return to Agaroth. With sympathy, Octavius responded to her: "I thank you for the trouble you have gone through to obtain this information. When we make the move to head to Chalcivitas, you will show us the carvings, but for now, go down to the medic's tent. You need to heal those wounds." He then looked at the guard who was standing in front of the tent and said: "Guard, help this lady to the medic's tent. She is not at her strongest now." "As you wish, general." the guard replied, then leading Rozalia to the tent where the wounded usually received proper treatment. Pacing around his tent, Octavius decided that it would be best to speak to Marius, the other general of Chalcion's troops, about the possible methods of freeing Chalcivitas. He exited his tent and went to find general Marius' tent. Walking inside, he greeted him by laying a fist onto the right side of his chest: "General."</s>	<\|message\|>Rozalia Casador Rozalia could hardly help herself, darting a triumphant grin at the disgruntled guard as he escorted her to the medic's tent. "You watch yourself, girl. Just because you're quiet doesn't make you a good soldier. Nor does it mean you have the right to talk to your commanding officers as if they were underlings!" He gave her a slight shove in the back as he said that, stalking away as soon as the medic's tent was in sight. "Bastard." She muttered under her breath, limping the rest of the way. "Back home, you would be my underling. Have you living in the mud like the pig you are..." The threats were quiet, and made completely in jest, but made her feel better anyway. Thankfully, the tent was empty other than one of her more idiotic comrades that had shot himself in the foot with a crossbow, so she was seen to swiftly. In no time at all, she was bathed, bandaged, in a cot, and wolfing down a meal as she shared her stories of the city. After hearing she had returned, some of her 'co-workers' had paid a visit, bringing with them plenty of mead and questions. She'd been quite happy to oblige, the mead keeping her awake as her adrenaline eased off. "Did you kill the bandits?" "Did I kill the bandits? Of course I killed the bandits, you dog." She chuckled, after having recounted her more than eventful escape from the city. "I wasn't going to just let them walk away after they killed my horse and attacked me. It didn't help that they said they wanted my 'purse'... if you get what I mean." Her voice soured somewhat at that last comment. Honestly, even when it came to war and death, all some men could think of was their cock. "What did you do then?" One of the soldiers asked. "Well, they wanted my... equipment, shall we call it? So, I happily obliged and gave each of them one." She paused, smiling as she downed the remainder of her drink. "I did have to remove certain parts first though."</s>
<\|description\|>Marius (Drawn by Black Death himself!) Gender: Male Race: Chalcionese Age: 32 Personality: Marius is an incredibly brave and courageous warrior. He is also very cautious as well as peaceful, sociable, incapable of jealousy, quite openly humorous and easy-going, but yet considerate and aware of other people's needs. Biography: Marius was born from a rich and noble family in Chalcidivia. His family managed to afford military training when he was at a young age, serving the mighty King Akakios. He was a very good soldier and was great a fighting with a whole variety of weapons. It was in there that he would meet Octavius and Prince Alexander, whom he befriended. His friendship with Octavius was selfless, as he wasn't bothered when Akakios named him the general of his army, whom he gladly accepted the title. He had then served his king well and made several successful campaigns. Equipment: Marius's suit armor is made of iron and usually carries a fancy spear, a backup sword, and a dagger. He does occasionally carry a bow or more preferably a crossbow. Skills: Marius is a powerful warrior and an expert on many weapons, including; Swords, Longswords, spears, daggers, bows, crossbows, etc. Other: His family includes a wife and a son. He weighs 200 Ibs and is 6'2". His hair color is also light brown and his eyes are a hazel brown.</s> <\|message\|>Octavius of Chalcion Inception September 27th, 5000. It was night, and a blanket of darkness has already covered the land of Chalcion. One could see the vast expanse of green fields, stretching as far as the eye can see. These fields covered the central part of Chalcion, and were a place where wild animals like to congregate to eat and drink. However, most of the land's animals were sleeping, with only smaller nocturnal critters wandering about. These fields are also locations of burnt Chalcionese villages, which have fallen victim to the wrath of the Hadrianites. Houses turned to ash, smoldering burned hay, the corpses of domestic animals accidentally killed during the village burning, as well as dead people - all are testimony of the ruthless tyranny of Emperor Hadrian VII, a man of vice, who above all else desires dominance, authority, and power. He did not hesitate to hack down innocent villagers, who had never wronged him, only to rob them of their provisions. Since King Akakios boldly declined to be a vassal to such a tyrant, he paid a bitter price, but left all his hopes in the hands of one man that he trusted more than many others, since his son too was captured. This is all the cold, bitter and cruel truth of life: the strong prey on the weak, the weak cannot fight back. The Chalcivitas knights have spent the year scouting around Central Chalcion and seeking aid up north and in the south. They made sure that most of the villages and minor cities of Chalcion were intact and unspoiled by the Hadrianites, but Chalcivitas was still surrounded. Its people were being interrogated, tormented, even slaughtered, in order to accept the dogma and the tyranny of Hadrian VII, or give information regarding Chalcionese commanders. Among those was the heir to the throne, Alexander, who was captured for interrogation and was being forced to submit his kingdom to Hadrian. Stubbornly, Alexander clung to what his father told him, not losing hope that eventually, the men of Chalcion will have rallied to become strong enough to drive the attackers out of their capital. The Central Chalcionese soldiers were prepared to take back their capital once and for all, with determination, and some aid from cities that either withstood or didn't see the attack of the Hadrianites. Word spread of the genocide committed by the Hadrianites, at Chalcivitas, Fort Agaroth, Analima and Tentaclus especially, adding even more hatred toward the indiscriminate Hadrianite troops. They were currently stationed at a now cleansed Fort Agaroth, awaiting to rally up and march on Chalcivitas. Octavius, the new leader of Chalcion's troops, was inside his tent in the camp just a few hours away from Chalcivitas, sitting by the entrance, smoking a pipe and looking out to the sky. He knew that he could delay no longer with a march on Chalcivitas, because retaking it would be very influential and may as well turn the tides of the war in Chalcion's favor. It would also mean freeing Alexander, if he was still alive. According to reliable messengers, Alexander still languished in Chalcivitas, which meant that he may yet be alive and that he could still be saved. Octavius missed Alexander very much. More so because the two argued on the same day that Hadrian attacked Chalcivitas. He greatly wanted to see his brother again and take back the rash insults and ill words he said to him in anger, because now he was close, so close to losing him forever. He would not allow himself to let his family, or anyone else who were his countrymen to die cowering, afraid of the very air they breathe. He intended to summon up the courage of his men and make them more willing to fight for the freedom of their land.</s> <\|message\|>Rozalia Casador "Gods above, why are my legs so short? Go faster dammit!" Rozalia thought to herself angrily, brow furrowed in determination as she tore through the camp, arms pumping as her legs carried her as fast as they could go. Octavius needed to hear this information as soon as possible, but just as luck would have it, some bandits cut down her horse. Bastards. At the very least they wouldn't be bothering anyone else again, not if her swords had anything to say about it. "Out of my way!" She practically bellowed at what she was certain was a superior officer as she barreled around the corner, wincing slightly at the angry yells from behind, but ignoring them anyway. There wasn't time. Lives could depend on this information. After running full pelt for a good hour or so, she finally reached the commander's tent, in the centre of the camp. Legs trembling uncontrollably from the sudden stop, she approached the entrance, only to be pushed back by one of the soldiers positioned there. "It's late, soldier. Why do you approach?" He began, looking down on this lower ranked woman with stern eyes. "I have - information." She said between panting breaths. "And - I don't - give a damn - how late it is." She growled in response, momentarily forgetting herself - not that you could blame her. She was exhausted, having been at the city for a good few days, spying on the various different guard patrols in the city, practically running back without stopping, and was still suffering untended wounds from the run in she had had with the bandits. Cuts on the arms and side, they weren't particularly bad - unless you'd been sprinting a marathon with them, that was. Turning her gaze now to Octavius, still panting slightly, and blood still dribbling lazily from her light wounds, she stepped away from the guard. "It's in regards to the city, and the patrols. And your brother."</s> <\|message\|>Octavius of Chalcion After taking one more puff out of his pipe, Octavius lowered his pipe back into an ashtray he had put inside his tent after he witnessed the young woman arriving to report something. Obviously she was travelling on foot, and hence, she was very tired. Moreover, she was lightly wounded in the process. It was her duty to scout about Chalcivitas and report about the position of the guards on the walls of Chalcivitas, which would aid in the reclaiming of the city the day after this one. It seems that she succeeded, but without her horse. Nevertheless, Octavius had no time to bother with such things, and he listened to what she was saying, after she spoke to a soldier who was on the night watch. She explained herself by speaking about the Hadrianite security in Chalcivitas and how it could be dealt with, but also news which interested Octavius more personally, regarding Alexander, his brother, fellow prince of Chalcion... "Alexander?" the young commander asked: "Tell me everything you know."</s> <\|message\|>Rozalia Casador Pushing past the displeased guard, Roze saluted and bowed in front of her commander. This was the first time she'd even been close to Octavius, let alone talk to him. Although she had joined his troops ever since the beginning - ever since that bastard Hadrian had shown up with his masses of soldiers - she had never really expected to do anything worthwhile, other than kill as many of those motherless sons of whores that followed Hadrian as she could possibly manage, before wounds or exhaustion take her. And yet, here she was, talking to the Commander, with potentially game-changing information for their side. And, oh what information it was. It really paid off how she could pretty much disappear in the shadows. "Commander. While spying in the city, I managed to overhear talk between the guards. They were being rather generous with spouting out information through boasting. After a few drinks, they'd pretty much spilled where the Prince was being kept. He's not in the prisons, like we first thought. Hadrian's keeping him in the palace – third floor." She began, beginning to regain her breathing as the adrenaline from the run died down slightly. Rozalia's legs practically screamed at her in pain, but she wasn't one to complain. Worse things could have happened to her. "I was also able to mark down the guard patrols on the walls. The sewer entrance I used to come and go in is in a fairly deserted area – there's only four guards patrolling there, coming by every three hours; two for day, two for night. The idiots aren't even replaced for meal time." She added with a scoff, shaking her head slightly. Hadrian was being rather complacent with his win. It was as if he'd forgotten that an army led by Octavius himself lay just beyond the walls.</s> <\|message\|>Octavius of Chalcion Flaming hope glimmered in Octavius' gaze, knowing where his brother is kept. Getting inside Chalcivitas itself via the sewer tunnel which Rozalia spoke of would mean that the Chalcionese knights had to perform an infantry assault, leaving their horses aside. This would demand a greater deal of stealth and light armor, so that they would not be so easily heard. With guard positions marked, they would have a clear idea of what pattern they would use to wipe out all the Hadrianites within the city walls. Octavius was more ready than ever to show Hadrian to assert a point: his armies were far from invincible. It has been proven thus far by the resistance shown to his attacks on the southern holds and Canonfire hold, to the north. Out of his own experience, and what Rozalia has told him just now, he learned that Hadrianites are truly devoid of any honor and that they did not value freedom of expression as a sacred right of every individual, if used well. Rising to his feet, he could see that she was struggling to stay on her feet and that she was lightly wounded while making her return to Agaroth. With sympathy, Octavius responded to her: "I thank you for the trouble you have gone through to obtain this information. When we make the move to head to Chalcivitas, you will show us the carvings, but for now, go down to the medic's tent. You need to heal those wounds." He then looked at the guard who was standing in front of the tent and said: "Guard, help this lady to the medic's tent. She is not at her strongest now." "As you wish, general." the guard replied, then leading Rozalia to the tent where the wounded usually received proper treatment. Pacing around his tent, Octavius decided that it would be best to speak to Marius, the other general of Chalcion's troops, about the possible methods of freeing Chalcivitas. He exited his tent and went to find general Marius' tent. Walking inside, he greeted him by laying a fist onto the right side of his chest: "General."</s> <\|message\|>Rozalia Casador Rozalia could hardly help herself, darting a triumphant grin at the disgruntled guard as he escorted her to the medic's tent. "You watch yourself, girl. Just because you're quiet doesn't make you a good soldier. Nor does it mean you have the right to talk to your commanding officers as if they were underlings!" He gave her a slight shove in the back as he said that, stalking away as soon as the medic's tent was in sight. "Bastard." She muttered under her breath, limping the rest of the way. "Back home, you would be my underling. Have you living in the mud like the pig you are..." The threats were quiet, and made completely in jest, but made her feel better anyway. Thankfully, the tent was empty other than one of her more idiotic comrades that had shot himself in the foot with a crossbow, so she was seen to swiftly. In no time at all, she was bathed, bandaged, in a cot, and wolfing down a meal as she shared her stories of the city. After hearing she had returned, some of her 'co-workers' had paid a visit, bringing with them plenty of mead and questions. She'd been quite happy to oblige, the mead keeping her awake as her adrenaline eased off. "Did you kill the bandits?" "Did I kill the bandits? Of course I killed the bandits, you dog." She chuckled, after having recounted her more than eventful escape from the city. "I wasn't going to just let them walk away after they killed my horse and attacked me. It didn't help that they said they wanted my 'purse'... if you get what I mean." Her voice soured somewhat at that last comment. Honestly, even when it came to war and death, all some men could think of was their cock. "What did you do then?" One of the soldiers asked. "Well, they wanted my... equipment, shall we call it? So, I happily obliged and gave each of them one." She paused, smiling as she downed the remainder of her drink. "I did have to remove certain parts first though."</s>	<\|message\|>Marius Inside the large red-and-white tent, Marius takes a quick sip of his cup of red wine. He sighs as he finishes, placing it down on his table. It had been a long day for he and the troops, but yet they are just steps away from retaking the capital. All they need to do now was quickly rest here, scout out the area, and put a successful plan in motion. He already had sent scouts to scout around the area and already it has been several hours since they left the camp. He was getting more and more anxious by the minute, not to the fact that he feared of losing, no, but in finally taking back their beloved capital. Yet in the midst of his thoughts, he remembers his most beautiful wife and his son, who are trapped within those very walls. It had been a long time since he had seen them and all the nightmares on losing them both haunted him through the days and weeks... lasting already for a little over a year. He and his army cannot afford to lose this important battle. As soon as he began to take another sip of wine, general Octavius came through the entrance of his tent and was kindly greeted by him. He always respected Octavius for his bravery as well as his skills in battle and honorable personality. "Ah! Octavius my friend," he answers back with a friendly gaze as he raises his cup, ""Anything to report regarding the guard positions in Chalcivitas?"</s>
<\|description\|>Lex Hargrave Criminal?: Yes Convicted for: Multiple smuggling charges (illegal weapons, drugs, materials, etc), multiple charges of fleeing from authorities, illegal firearm possession, and attempted assault of an officer of the law. Species: Human Gender: Male Sexual orientation: Heterosexual Age: 33 Appearance: His frame is in shape and muscular from years of activity. He has a tribal tattoo on his left forearm and a scar above his left eye. Height: 6'0 Weight: 180 pounds Apparel: On missions he wears light armor. It has one average strength recharging energy shield. Out of missions, he tends to wear a white button up shirt, black slacks and combat boots. Weapons: His main weapon is his D57 laser pistol. The only firing mode of the weapon is semi automatic, the ammunation comes from removable 25 shot energy cells. When an energy cell is emptied, the chamber must be emptied and the cell replaced. The advantage of energy cells is that they can be recharged. Equipment: A grappling hook attached to the right wrist of his armor, an in ear communications device and several hand flares. Personal starfighter: N/A Skills: Lex is a great shot with his pistol, he's had it for years now. He's also a skilled tactician, able to form a plan quite well. He can also lead quite effectivley and is a solid people person. Weaknesses: Lex can be quite stubborn and slow to admit that he is wrong, though he will if he realizes that he is completely wrong. He also finds it hard to resist a pretty woman, which has caused issues in his past. He's also a compulsive gambler. He's nothing more than average as a pilot and hand to hand fighter. Powers: None. Personality: Lex is a friendly, man who cares for his friends and allies. Due to being a smuggler he finds it hard to trust people unless he really gets to know them. He's been burned in the past for trusting others too easily. Despite this, he can make friends quite easily, often through humor. Biography: Lex, was born Alexander Hargrave on the human colony of Europa, Jupiter's fourth largest moon. He got in trouble too often in his childhood, sometimes ending up in fights with other kids. Despite this he finished school, electing to join the military, following the path of his father and grandfather who were both military men. He joined the Alliance Navy, in his early days serving on a human frigate, the S.S. Madrid, this experience may be why he was chosen to captain the Vigilance, as it is similar to a human frigate. The Madrid was a colony protection ship, the ship often traveling from colony to colony, fighting off slaver and bandit parties before they could land on the surface. Lex himself participating in several anti raids, showing a proficiency in combat. He spent six years in the military, all on the Madrid, after that he was honorably discharged. At the age of 25 Lex still had his whole life ahead of him, he did odd jobs for a year or two, merchant runs most often. One thing led to another and he ended up in contact with a smuggler, this was how his criminal life began. He was interested in the smuggler's life and he learned much from the man, realizing that it was a high profit, but high risk (and illegal occupation). He ended up with his own starship which he used to smuggle cargo from system to system, most often weapons and drugs, but never slaves. That was the one cargo he would never smuggle. Lex earned a reputation as a great smuggler, earning a lot of money and infamy to go along with it. He ended up getting captured by the authorities a few months back, which he still blames on his own stupidity. He had exited hyperspace right into the waiting arms of multiple ships just waiting to arrest him. Of course he tried to run, but it didn't last long. He ended up landing on some world and trying to hide in the harsh terrain. His run ended with a short firefight in which he took a laser bolt right to the leg, ending his smuggling life and beginning his criminal life. He went on trial, ending up with a life sentence. He of course disagreed with the verdict, but that didn't help his case. As Lex was about to be taken to prison, he was approached by an Alliance representative about becoming the captain of a vessel in what essentially came out to be a suicide squad composed of fellow criminals. If he succeeded then he was promised his freedom. Seeing it as a better and more exciting alternative to suffering in a prison cell the rest of his life, he took the offer. ----- Roster: Lex Hargrave (Heat) - ACTIVE Dr. Jack Thomas (Avanhelsing) - ACTIVE Amelia DuPont (Catharyn) - ACTIVE Ro'Essel (RumikoOhara) - ACTIVE Kevin Rose (Inuyasha) - ACTIVE Drew Knight (Empty Fate) - ACTIVE Silas Martin Shaw (Mike Wasowski) - ACTIVE Suno Lisuli (orichalk) - ACTIVE</s> <\|message\|>Drew Knight Drew listened intently to the introductions given by the rest of the crew. After all, if he was going to be in close quarters with all of these men and women, it was best that he get to know them sooner rather than later. Fortunately enough, he felt like in large part, he'd be able to get along with most of them. Despite the fact that certain members were, for lack of better word, unusual. And then it came to Oleander, as she'd introduced herself, Drew's interest was immediately piqued. She wasn't human, and that alone wasn't all that interesting to Drew, as much as the fact she wasn't alien either. Her last name, Oliveia, also rang bells. As in the Oliveia, one of the top minds in cybernetics. Drew had no idea he'd been working on an AI. Let alone an AI that could pass as a human. Most androids were quite obviously androids at first glance. Oleander, though, he'd had no idea. And if she was here, but Oliveia wasn't, Drew had to wonder what had happened. Had she killed her creator? No, Drew definitely would have heard about something like that. Was she made for an illegal purpose? No, because her programming would be centered around that purpose, and she'd have introduced herself as such. More and more questions popped into Drew's head about her, and more and more went unanswered. Drew wasn't allowed the time to read up on his future crewmates before being introduced to them. But If there was any dossier he was going to skip over now, it certainly wouldn't be hers. Drew had to admit, though, that the idea of the systems tech being a Mesocricetian wasn't exactly exciting to him. He'd never actually dealt with one in the past, but he knew about them. His university days taught him about the behavioral inhibitors of human design. Mesocricetians were always on the verge of killing the thing next to them, even one of their own species. And judging by his introduction, this guy was far from being sociable. Unfortunately for Drew, it looked like the engineering bay was going to be a huge barrel of laughs. It was about then that Lex threw down the hologram on the table and asked for a ship pilot. With only two names offered forth, Drew didn't really have input. His impression of Rose and Amelia were about the same -- neither was someone he would place a lot of trust into for now. What excited him more was the ship itself. Honestly, Drew was impressed that the alliance would give them command of a craft as advanced as the Vigilance was. He would have jumped at any chance to be able to work with alliance tech, honestly, but the Vigilance itself seemed like a powerful craft for a smaller team such as this, and there was no expense spared. Should the hologram be accurate, and why wouldn't it be? Drew was going to have the time of his life just examining the craft, let alone working on it. Impending doom aside, he could think of worse places to die. And then suddenly the last crew member spoke up. Drew had assumed that Ro'Essel, as she called herself, was just shy. But that was certainly not the case, as her introduction was much longer than everyone else's. He was forced to try his absolute hardest to not laugh as she explained that she was blue in a completely serious tone. He didn't think less of her at all, in fact, the fact she was blue probably meant something. But it was totally lost on him, and she certainly wasn't acquainted with human conversation, that much was clear. Rose turned down the offer to pilot the craft, and so it fell to Amelia. Just as well, Drew thought, it wasn't likely he'd be near the bridge all that often, anyway. Drew leaned forward in his chair, "So it's awesome that we have a pilot and all." he spoke up, "but when are we gonna get on the ship? I'd like to actually see what I'm gonna be working with." he asked.</s> <\|message\|>Suno Lisuli So, Rose wouldn't be the pilot. That worried Suno a little bit, but at the end of the day he'd gone into this hoping for freedom but expecting death. He just wasn't sure this was a situation where he enjoyed being right. Then the "Star of Death" started talking, and Suno could do nothing to wipe the astounded look on his face. He looked around to see if anyone was taking it seriously, just hoping, hoping, that he would never, ever have to rely on this creature, who despite seeming human appeared to be deluded and insane. Or maybe she was telling the truth -- but did it even matter? None of what she said had any connection to their mission. Amelia took the job. Suno figured they could do worse, but the way she looked at Lex creeped him out. Hopefully, on most missions, he'd be in his own credit independent of the Vigilance, where he didn't have to worry too much about Amelia doing something murderous. Then again, shipboard weapons... Suno wondered whether the bracelets were hooked up to the Vigilance itself. A mutiny or whatnot might mean a clean escape.a fun thought, but surely just a thought. If some of them were about to become amateur jewelers, he'd let others take a shot before he ever did. And far away. Drew snapped him out of his bit of plotting. Truth be told, he was getting a lit bored. Or was he anxious? Maye he just wanted not to hear anything more that made him fear for his life. A nap and some time to process everything he'd just seen would be great. There was probably about to be a tour of the ship or some other irritating formalities, though. A map and a nap. That would be fine. Anyway, Suno nodded in agreement.</s> <\|message\|>Silas Martin Shaw Silas listened as the others stated their opinions. He was a bit worried to learn that Amelia was going to be at the helm. She didn't give off a very trustworthy vibe. It didn't really matter to him though as he was not interested in being on the ship during missions. Just then the Ko'secti female rose to her feet and boasted a bunch of philosophical mumbo bumbo. He knew their species was capable of great feats but this particular one just seemed deluded. Silas kept listening. He was used to waiting for long periods of time either out in the field or waiting in line for chow. The military was all hurry up and wait. Drew just finished speaking. Silas was in agreement. Let's get a move on. He wanted so badly to look down the scope of his sniper rifle again. To feel the sweat come down his forehead while waiting patiently for his target to come into sight. He always got this rush of adrenaline right before he pulled the trigger, but with a deep breath in and out he always calmed himself and made the shot.</s>	<\|message\|>Lex Hargrave "Glad to see you're up to it. I'm sure Rose will happily be your co-helmsman." Lex said to Amelia, leaning back in chair and yawning before looking back at the crew. He hadn't gotten any sleep at all since his trial, being on the ship might actually help in that regard, he always slept better when he could hear the hum of the engines as his eyes closed. "I'd like to get onto it already, but they told me they would usher us over there when it was time. So until then we're stuck in this room along with the armored blokes bored out of their mind listening to us." Lex said as he grinned, glancing at one of the guards who was looking at the ceiling. The man glanced at Lex right as the ex smuggler looked back at his crew at the table. Suddenly, a voice came over the intercom in the room. "Attention, you are cleared to leave the room and proceed to the hangar where you will find your ship and depart. Of course you shall be escorted by several guards, any suspicious activity will not be tolerated." The voice said in a stern tone as Lex rolled his eyes, one of the guards in the room speaking to the Vigilance crew. "You heard the man, everyone to your feet!" They did as the guard asked, Lex the first one up and first one out, the group exiting the room and entering the main hallway. The station was quiet, the only people on it those that worked on it as well as some military personal and a few business men. To the left of the group was a large window which covered a noticeable portion of the wall. The planet could be seen, the crispy brown color of it clashing with the light from the nearby star to create a beautiful sight. They could not admire the sight for long as the group was ushered by the guards flanking around them. Soon enough they reached the hangar which contained the S.S. Vigilance. The two guards standing by the door to the hangar looked over the group, then one nodded to the other and opened the door, the crew moving through to find what awaited them on the other side of the door. The Vigilance in all of its glory. The ship seemed larger than the picture Lex had seen of it, yet it was the perfect size to land on a planet with no issue. He moved around, seemingly inspecting it for any flaws. He couldn't find any, it seemed to be in prime condition. Probably wouldn't last that way for much longer, it kind of surprised him that they were given such a work of technology considering that they were all criminals and as he had been told, 'A very, very low chance of survival'. He wouldn't complain though. The armament on her was the most impressive thing to him, well from the outside. The cannons were imposing, they looked like they could tear a hole in a ship twice its size. He couldn't wait to step inside of it and take command. "Well, she looks pretty damn expensive, is it up to everyone's standards?" Lex asked, turning towards his crew.</s>
<\|description\|>Lex Hargrave Criminal?: Yes Convicted for: Multiple smuggling charges (illegal weapons, drugs, materials, etc), multiple charges of fleeing from authorities, illegal firearm possession, and attempted assault of an officer of the law. Species: Human Gender: Male Sexual orientation: Heterosexual Age: 33 Appearance: His frame is in shape and muscular from years of activity. He has a tribal tattoo on his left forearm and a scar above his left eye. Height: 6'0 Weight: 180 pounds Apparel: On missions he wears light armor. It has one average strength recharging energy shield. Out of missions, he tends to wear a white button up shirt, black slacks and combat boots. Weapons: His main weapon is his D57 laser pistol. The only firing mode of the weapon is semi automatic, the ammunation comes from removable 25 shot energy cells. When an energy cell is emptied, the chamber must be emptied and the cell replaced. The advantage of energy cells is that they can be recharged. Equipment: A grappling hook attached to the right wrist of his armor, an in ear communications device and several hand flares. Personal starfighter: N/A Skills: Lex is a great shot with his pistol, he's had it for years now. He's also a skilled tactician, able to form a plan quite well. He can also lead quite effectivley and is a solid people person. Weaknesses: Lex can be quite stubborn and slow to admit that he is wrong, though he will if he realizes that he is completely wrong. He also finds it hard to resist a pretty woman, which has caused issues in his past. He's also a compulsive gambler. He's nothing more than average as a pilot and hand to hand fighter. Powers: None. Personality: Lex is a friendly, man who cares for his friends and allies. Due to being a smuggler he finds it hard to trust people unless he really gets to know them. He's been burned in the past for trusting others too easily. Despite this, he can make friends quite easily, often through humor. Biography: Lex, was born Alexander Hargrave on the human colony of Europa, Jupiter's fourth largest moon. He got in trouble too often in his childhood, sometimes ending up in fights with other kids. Despite this he finished school, electing to join the military, following the path of his father and grandfather who were both military men. He joined the Alliance Navy, in his early days serving on a human frigate, the S.S. Madrid, this experience may be why he was chosen to captain the Vigilance, as it is similar to a human frigate. The Madrid was a colony protection ship, the ship often traveling from colony to colony, fighting off slaver and bandit parties before they could land on the surface. Lex himself participating in several anti raids, showing a proficiency in combat. He spent six years in the military, all on the Madrid, after that he was honorably discharged. At the age of 25 Lex still had his whole life ahead of him, he did odd jobs for a year or two, merchant runs most often. One thing led to another and he ended up in contact with a smuggler, this was how his criminal life began. He was interested in the smuggler's life and he learned much from the man, realizing that it was a high profit, but high risk (and illegal occupation). He ended up with his own starship which he used to smuggle cargo from system to system, most often weapons and drugs, but never slaves. That was the one cargo he would never smuggle. Lex earned a reputation as a great smuggler, earning a lot of money and infamy to go along with it. He ended up getting captured by the authorities a few months back, which he still blames on his own stupidity. He had exited hyperspace right into the waiting arms of multiple ships just waiting to arrest him. Of course he tried to run, but it didn't last long. He ended up landing on some world and trying to hide in the harsh terrain. His run ended with a short firefight in which he took a laser bolt right to the leg, ending his smuggling life and beginning his criminal life. He went on trial, ending up with a life sentence. He of course disagreed with the verdict, but that didn't help his case. As Lex was about to be taken to prison, he was approached by an Alliance representative about becoming the captain of a vessel in what essentially came out to be a suicide squad composed of fellow criminals. If he succeeded then he was promised his freedom. Seeing it as a better and more exciting alternative to suffering in a prison cell the rest of his life, he took the offer. ----- Roster: Lex Hargrave (Heat) - ACTIVE Dr. Jack Thomas (Avanhelsing) - ACTIVE Amelia DuPont (Catharyn) - ACTIVE Ro'Essel (RumikoOhara) - ACTIVE Kevin Rose (Inuyasha) - ACTIVE Drew Knight (Empty Fate) - ACTIVE Silas Martin Shaw (Mike Wasowski) - ACTIVE Suno Lisuli (orichalk) - ACTIVE</s> <\|message\|>Amelia DuPont They walked in silence for a bit, which Amelia loved. The awkward pauses were basically what motivated her to start conversations in the first place. It was the slight coloring their cheeks put on and the very specific body language clusters which Amelia looked for and got excited about. Unfortunately, Rose didn't seem awkward, he had rather an absent minded look which Amelia attributed to what had just happened. She knew she should be concerned. The Roosevelt, the station they were going to be docked at in between missions, had just been utterly destroyed. In the back of her mind Amelia knew they were in trouble but somehow she wasn't feeling it. The bright chrome walls of the Vigilance were already working their magic on her, she felt safer inside the bowels of a star ship that she had done for over a year, back on earth. Anything was better than prison, even a glorious death. They were headed to their first objective now, Amelia reasoned ONI and the ESA would put 2+2 together and assume they knew nothing about it. However, the jobsworths back in Sol looooooved to make a fuss out of this kind of thing. Although even if they did now want to capture them, they'd have a hell of a time catching up now that they had a state of the art cutter. There was the possibility that the ESA had put some kind of remote kill switch which enabled them to override the Vigilance's systems and put them on whatever course they chose. She'd flag it up at this meeting. Rose started talking. His voice was gruff and at odds with the clean hallway in front of them. "Who says i haven't?" Amelia shot a cheeky glance over to him. After a few more seconds of silence she spoke up again. "I've always loved machines. My father owns an industrial complex back on Earth so i had a pretty free run of things. I eventually started going around with the pilots that tested out all the new spaceships, you know? By the time i joined the Academy i could practically fly every Alliance ship out at that time, and some that weren't even on sale yet." Amelia could hear her accent slipping out so she stopped talking. She could remember one of the pilots she'd befriended being present at the trial. He had tried so hard to remain on her side but pressure from his superiors had meant he stopped turning up to the court house. They reached the conference room; a few people were already there. Rose sat near the captain but all of a sudden Amelia felt too on edge to sit. She grasped the back of a chair with both hands and leaned very slightly on it from behind. A couple more of the crew filed in, some of the Aliens, a few new faces. There were more to come but Amelia couldn't keep quiet. "So what's the plan, keep calm and carry on?"</s> <\|message\|>Ro'Essel Ro'Essel's mind was open now and the errant thoughts of the crew filtered through her like some chaotic storm. She was slightly off center lost in their fears, excitement and anger the noise of their undisciplined minds almost staggering. But all this was better than the emptiness of solo thought of feeling so alone. She could sense in the humans a primary need to band together as their was among hers and even though they were unaware of it they all possessed a rudimentary gestalt. Desperate Ro'Essel allowed their gestalt to touch her so that she might be included in their company. As the human gestalt joined with her she was shocked by their hyper aggressive nature, humans it seemed were very warlike. As warborn Ro'Essel wasn't as intimidated as the softer castes of her people would have been; she was only surprised to find they were keyed to fight even in the absense of an enemy. As she walked into the conference room Ro caught from some there an innate distrust and even hatred directed towards herself and the other non-humans. So as she took her seat she pondered the meaning of their paranoia.</s> <\|message\|>Lex Hargrave Once the crew was all in the room, Lex rose out of his seat, his arms folded as Eve's avatar popped up in the middle of the table, the same blue orb from before. She stayed silent as the captain began to speak. "Yes, Amelia, that is what we will have to do to. I have not received any messages from anyone since the incident, if they wanted us to drop the mission and go somewhere else then they would've alerted me by now. It is very sad that it happened, but we can't afford to divert from our mission. Though, I do believe that we may get questioned about it, word does spread quickly and our vessel was departing right as the station went down." "Speaking of the mission, we should discuss that in more detail." Lex said, then looked up Eve as her avatar disappeared and was replaced by a hologram of a large planet, it was similar to Earth, the land covered in lush green forests, the oceans filled with deep blue water which was clear enough to see all the way to bottom when enough light was present. "That is the planet Aur'axe I, the homeworld of the seclusive Aur'axe people, a humanoid race which typically stays out of inter galactic affairs. They very rarely allow visitors to their world and are a very secretive race. It was very odd when they requested assistance on a terrorist related problem, so we get to visit a world few outside of the native species have been on." "But please, keep to your best manners and do not ask too many questions or snoop around. The last thing we need is to piss them off." He said with a smile, then took his seat at the front of the table. "Any further questions?" He asked.</s> <\|message\|>Suno Lisuli Well, things would just go exactly as planned, despite whatever the hell had just happened. Obviously, Suno was just as in the dark as everyone else, but he was running through some possible culprits in his head: these terrorists might have more interstellar reach than he knew about; someone aboard the ship might actually have done it; or, perhaps most likely, it was some other agent that he didn't know about yet. Still, the timing of the explosion freaked him out. He didn't want to come this far just to be framed for something he hadn't even done. He'd very much prefer to hang by his own noose, thank you very much. With that thought, his attention turned to the planet displayed on the table in front of him. It was really of borderline comical uselessness, so he assumed most of the others had optical augmentations running just like he did. His were giving him overlays from the ship's databases; they displayed information about the atmosphere, landmass percentage, locals' physiques, relations with humans and other species. Except for the last item, they might as well be headed for a planet on any system in the human domain. He'd run some checks in biological databases soon, just to make sure his weapons were properly suited. He hoped there would be enough information. Even with such a reclusive species, there should be some basic medical information somewhere, and if there had been, it had probably been gathered by the humans putting this mission together, cached into the ship's library. If not, he'd do some more searching. He'd collected some petabytes himself over the years, but none of it was very well-catalogued. He could automate something for the search, but... He started running some searches in the ship's library, hoping something would come up quickly. If not, he'd have some work ahead of him. Suno didn't really have any questions. He was pretty focused on making sure he knew his enemy. Once he'd gotten that down, he expected to be able to avoid offending them. He'd had plenty of experience both keeping his mouth shut and shooting the shit.</s>	<\|message\|>Lex Hargrave "Alright, good." Lex said as he looked over the crew, no questions raised which surprised him but it made his job easier. To be honest, he didn't know very much about the world anyway, just the basic information that had been transmitted to the ship. Just as he was about to speak again Eve peeped up, stating that the ship had just exited hyperspace and the autopilot was drifting it towards the world. He was again surprised, this time at how quick the jump had been. "Captain, several small vessels are approaching the Vigilance, they appear to Aur'axean starfighters, they are attempting to communicate with us" Eve said, her voice speaking into the conference room along with the rest of the ship as Lex jogged out of the room, heading towards the cockpit. The automatic doors came open as he bounded in, pressing a button on his captain's chair which displayed a hologram of someone. It was a head, but it was covered in a red and white hood which covered all of the face except for its shimmering yellow eyes, and top of the nose. The skin was a blueish grey, the eyes seemingly staring right at Lex who looked curiously as the displayed figure spoke, their voice deep and rich. "Attention crew of the S.S. Vigilance, this is Kos'Zor Voha Iafal'Hara, representative of the Aur'axean people. We were alerted of your impending arrival ahead of time but that you must have a full military escort towards the planet's surface as we have discovered that you vessel most recently departed from the Roosevelt Space Station, which since your departure has been utterly annihilated. We find this most peculiar and will take the necessary actions. Follow our instructions and no harm shall come to you." The alien said, as its hologram fizzled away, right as two fighters veered right over the Vigilance, seemingly leading it towards the planet. "Captain, the Aur'axean are requesting that once we land that all crew exit the vessel, they want to give it thorough search. They also request to question and scan each crewman." "I don't think they need to do that, maybe we can talk them out of that, but for now, do as they say, I don't want to start an interspecies war today." Lex said as he spoke to the A.I., then turned towards his crew which had followed him to the bridge. "Amelia, take the helm, bring her down gently right where they want you to. Rose, keep your eyes out, I don't think they'll try anything, but it doesn't hurt to be careful," He said to the pilots then turned to the rest of the crew. "Ro'Essel, we should take care of that mind linking right now, before we get dragged into something. Everyone else, suit up and prepare to exit the ship. We are still on mission, so take weapons, armor and any equipment you need. And last of all, stay calm, I had a feeling we'd get knotted up with that mysterious explosion..." He said, sighing as he walked out of the room, signaling for Ro'Essel to follow him.</s>
<\|description\|>Drew Knight Criminal: Yes Convicted For: Illegal modification of civilian craft/weapons and running illegal cybernetics operation as well as multiple black market trades. Species: Human Gender: Male Sexual orientation: Homosexual Age: 29 Height: 5'9" Weight: 160 lbs Apparel: Drew wears a form-fitting grey and black uniform, a large tool belt with just about every standard issue tool in the book as well as several specialized and some primitive tools, even. On top of this, he's usually wearing his mechanic grieves. Drew isn't one to leave the (relative) safety of the ship. He's a talented engineer who devotes his time to making sure everything continues working. That said, when the situation calls for it, he has military issue light combat armor (also in grey and black) which is fully sealed and capable of supplying oxygen. Weapons: A modified standard issue M-488 pistol. This pistol is known to be prone to overheating issues while being an otherwise accurate and reliable model. Drew has dramatically increased the efficiency of the heatsink of his particular M-488. Equipment: With his love for tech in general, Drew didn't pass up on dabbling in cybernetics. He not only has optic implants of his own design which allow for telemicroscopic vision as well as full spectrum heat maps. He's also got a standard in-ear communications implant, and a pheromone implant which secretes synthetic pheromones to elicit a pleasurable response. Other than that, he has a pair of grieves which essentially function as jetpacks or just propulsion in zero grav for any maintenance that would require them. Personal Starfighter: None. Skills: Engineer - Drew is an extremely talented technician in almost every field of tech. Weapons, engines, cores, starships, ground vehicles, cybertech, etc, you name it. if you have a problem and provide him enough time, he can probably fix it. Pheromones - In short, he almost permanently smells really good, even despite spending most of his time sweating in an engineering bay. While Drew isn't the most charming of people, he's certainly alluring. With an implant constantly secreting pheromones which typically receive pleasurable responses in the species around him at any given time, he's usually received friendlier than he deserves in social situations. Originally implanted to get better deals while black market trading, he's never removed it since, finding that he gets in far less confrontations after it was implanted. Telemicroscopic Vision/Full Heat Map - This implant was meant for engineering work that took ludicrous amounts of finesse and attention to detail. When something's gone wrong with a piece of equipment, his optical implant will usually help him spot it so long as he has a general idea of the problem. Weaknesses: Doesn't tolerate people talking down on him. He's also very argumentative when it comes to any tech subject that he's pretty sure he knows more about. Powers: None Personality: Usually fairly calm and collected, he's got a soft spot for sarcastic and dry wit humor. Drew takes "treat those how you want to be treated" to a tee. If you're respectful of him he'll reciprocate in kind. If you're a dick to him, expect to receive plenty of back talk. He's super excitable when it comes to new technology or modifications. Background: Humble beginnings is honestly the best way to describe Drew's childhood. He was born outside of Earth's Solar System on Epsilon Eridani b. There, he grew up with his parents and his older brother Paul. His father was a simple mechanic running a repair shop for civilian craft, and while Paul took to completely different areas of study, Drew took to mechanics almost like second nature from an early age. His father let him come into the workshop from time to time, and Drew with a constant hunger for improvement quickly became a fairly competent mechanic as early as 12. That drive for improvement never stopped and soon, Drew knew enough to begin engineering his own parts. He dreamed of a higher education and working with tech for the rest of his life, but with his father too poor to afford schooling, Drew did what he could with textbooks and any information he could find on the extranet. Armed with more knowledge, he stretched into other tech and worked on navigation systems, ship body mods and dabbled in a little cybertech. His father, simultaneously impressed as well as proud brought Drew on as a full employee in his early teens, and within their small colony Drew became a source of rumor. Not only could this kid fix just about any craft in a heartbeat, he could improve it. And beyond that, he could fix just about anything. These rumors eventually drew the attention of executives at several vehicle companies, and he was hailed as a child prodigy. At the age of 16, his dream of higher education was fulfilled, and Drew took a full ride scholarship to a prestigious engineering academy based on Earth. In his first year, he already proved himself more capable than a large portion of the entire school's population. And beyond that, his thirst for knowledge and improvement lead him to take classes in just about every area of tech imaginable. While most people were declaring their majors and joining a specialized field, Drew felt stuck, unable to commit to any specific kind of tech. And while most people would feel stretched thin, Drew only became a more proficient engineer, both digital and mechanical. To him, Technology and it's advancement was basically an unlimited source of power. Who needed an alien race's telepathy when one could essentially do the same with a communication chip? At 19, he left the academy. Not because he had failed, but because he felt the academy was only stifling his growth. He got back in contact with his brother, who was now a trained surgeon and proposed the idea of offering cybernetics implants, which they'd have to run underground at first with no funding, but would eventually pay off. And pay off it did. Not only in cash, but illegal tech proved to be a much more fulfilling endeavor for Drew to undertake. Soon, their augmentation services became popular in the criminal underworld. But Drew didn't stop there, he eventually took it to modifying the bodies of civilian vehicles with dangerous instruments, modifying navigational systems to disallow any kind of outside tracking, illegally modifying civilian grade engine cores, you name it. This continued for another ten years before he was caught after essentially dropping off of the grid for a while. And while he normally would have been complacent in his punishment, his brother Paul, who he'd taken along for the ride was also convicted for the rest of his lifetime in prison. It was only a week before he was approached and offered participation in the Oblivion Squad. In return his brother would be set free, and upon completion of the mission, should he actually return, his freedom as well.</s> <\|message\|>Lex Hargrave "I understand Rose, if you don't want the position then you don't have to take it. Also, you all don't need to call me 'sir', we're not really enlisted soldiers in the military. You can just call me Lex, no need to be that formal." He said to the group with a smile. "Thanks for the input as well. Makes my job easier when the people I'm supposed to captain give honest opinions," He said, scratching his head before glancing at Oliveia. "You know the ship has its own personal AI, Oliveia? I don't know how advanced it is but I figured I should bring it up to you since you are one as well, though when I walked into the room I thought you were a human." He said with a grin before he looked at Amelia. His attention turned to Ro'Essel as she popped out of her seat and introduced herself and more. He rose his eyebrows in curiosity at the gesture, but a smile appeared on his face as he spoke towards her. "You sound like your skills will fit in great with the crew, Ro'Essel. I'm not really sure if we can do a skills test though, I don't know if we have the time nor means to properly do that. I appreciate the honesty in bringing up the idea, though." He said then looked at Amelia. "The position is yours if you'll have it." He said to her.</s> <\|message\|>Amelia DuPont Amelia watched the exchange with some interest. Her father had always taught her to take note of everything people said because in his own words: 'It is their thoughts, and how you interpret them, rather than your own that win battles, favor and lead to advancement in body, soul and career. This has led to her strategy and overall outlook in life being a particularly effective type of reactionism. It paid dividends aboard her first vessel when she managed to gain control of the captain by conditioning his mind to be subconsciously cautious of her response to his commands. He finally got her transferred off his craft to a frankly much nicer Naval cutter with a very tenuous command structure and disliked Commander. Amelia had started to gain a mental picture of what she was up against as her now crew mates discussed who would fly the SS Vigilance. Lex produced a hologram which displayed a very fine craft indeed. Larger than the Donetsk, but it also looked like it was easier to fly. Her nominated rival, Rose, voluntarily stepped down and the captain's gaze subsequently fell upon her. Wow, a promotion. She'd played second fiddle until now. The helmsmen on the Changde and the Donetsk had both been wonder boys who could jump the ships through a pin head, she'd been there to temper their raw talent and handle the combat and managerial side of things. Wasn't it ironic that she'd been offered her largest career opportunity once her career was effectively over. She stood up slowly and reluctantly saluted before looking quickly at Rose, who sat a few places down from her. "I'll need a co-helm to manage auxiliary navigation systems and produce trajectory algorithms, but apart from that i'll have him singing." Her deliberate bucking of the Naval trend of feminizing spaceships had very nearly got her kicked out of the Academy for insubordinate behavior. This had only served to encourage her to bring it up at every possible opportunity. She directed the same intoxicating smile at the captain for a split second before sitting back down again. In the back of her mind she'd had no doubt she was would land the responsibility of Helm. It was as if she'd been born for this role. The Vigilance itself was practically her dream vessel, right down to the (what looked like from the hologram) Rolls Royce Tamerlane thrusters.</s>	<\|message\|>Drew Knight Drew listened intently to the introductions given by the rest of the crew. After all, if he was going to be in close quarters with all of these men and women, it was best that he get to know them sooner rather than later. Fortunately enough, he felt like in large part, he'd be able to get along with most of them. Despite the fact that certain members were, for lack of better word, unusual. And then it came to Oleander, as she'd introduced herself, Drew's interest was immediately piqued. She wasn't human, and that alone wasn't all that interesting to Drew, as much as the fact she wasn't alien either. Her last name, Oliveia, also rang bells. As in the Oliveia, one of the top minds in cybernetics. Drew had no idea he'd been working on an AI. Let alone an AI that could pass as a human. Most androids were quite obviously androids at first glance. Oleander, though, he'd had no idea. And if she was here, but Oliveia wasn't, Drew had to wonder what had happened. Had she killed her creator? No, Drew definitely would have heard about something like that. Was she made for an illegal purpose? No, because her programming would be centered around that purpose, and she'd have introduced herself as such. More and more questions popped into Drew's head about her, and more and more went unanswered. Drew wasn't allowed the time to read up on his future crewmates before being introduced to them. But If there was any dossier he was going to skip over now, it certainly wouldn't be hers. Drew had to admit, though, that the idea of the systems tech being a Mesocricetian wasn't exactly exciting to him. He'd never actually dealt with one in the past, but he knew about them. His university days taught him about the behavioral inhibitors of human design. Mesocricetians were always on the verge of killing the thing next to them, even one of their own species. And judging by his introduction, this guy was far from being sociable. Unfortunately for Drew, it looked like the engineering bay was going to be a huge barrel of laughs. It was about then that Lex threw down the hologram on the table and asked for a ship pilot. With only two names offered forth, Drew didn't really have input. His impression of Rose and Amelia were about the same -- neither was someone he would place a lot of trust into for now. What excited him more was the ship itself. Honestly, Drew was impressed that the alliance would give them command of a craft as advanced as the Vigilance was. He would have jumped at any chance to be able to work with alliance tech, honestly, but the Vigilance itself seemed like a powerful craft for a smaller team such as this, and there was no expense spared. Should the hologram be accurate, and why wouldn't it be? Drew was going to have the time of his life just examining the craft, let alone working on it. Impending doom aside, he could think of worse places to die. And then suddenly the last crew member spoke up. Drew had assumed that Ro'Essel, as she called herself, was just shy. But that was certainly not the case, as her introduction was much longer than everyone else's. He was forced to try his absolute hardest to not laugh as she explained that she was blue in a completely serious tone. He didn't think less of her at all, in fact, the fact she was blue probably meant something. But it was totally lost on him, and she certainly wasn't acquainted with human conversation, that much was clear. Rose turned down the offer to pilot the craft, and so it fell to Amelia. Just as well, Drew thought, it wasn't likely he'd be near the bridge all that often, anyway. Drew leaned forward in his chair, "So it's awesome that we have a pilot and all." he spoke up, "but when are we gonna get on the ship? I'd like to actually see what I'm gonna be working with." he asked.</s>
<\|description\|>Drew Knight Criminal: Yes Convicted For: Illegal modification of civilian craft/weapons and running illegal cybernetics operation as well as multiple black market trades. Species: Human Gender: Male Sexual orientation: Homosexual Age: 29 Height: 5'9" Weight: 160 lbs Apparel: Drew wears a form-fitting grey and black uniform, a large tool belt with just about every standard issue tool in the book as well as several specialized and some primitive tools, even. On top of this, he's usually wearing his mechanic grieves. Drew isn't one to leave the (relative) safety of the ship. He's a talented engineer who devotes his time to making sure everything continues working. That said, when the situation calls for it, he has military issue light combat armor (also in grey and black) which is fully sealed and capable of supplying oxygen. Weapons: A modified standard issue M-488 pistol. This pistol is known to be prone to overheating issues while being an otherwise accurate and reliable model. Drew has dramatically increased the efficiency of the heatsink of his particular M-488. Equipment: With his love for tech in general, Drew didn't pass up on dabbling in cybernetics. He not only has optic implants of his own design which allow for telemicroscopic vision as well as full spectrum heat maps. He's also got a standard in-ear communications implant, and a pheromone implant which secretes synthetic pheromones to elicit a pleasurable response. Other than that, he has a pair of grieves which essentially function as jetpacks or just propulsion in zero grav for any maintenance that would require them. Personal Starfighter: None. Skills: Engineer - Drew is an extremely talented technician in almost every field of tech. Weapons, engines, cores, starships, ground vehicles, cybertech, etc, you name it. if you have a problem and provide him enough time, he can probably fix it. Pheromones - In short, he almost permanently smells really good, even despite spending most of his time sweating in an engineering bay. While Drew isn't the most charming of people, he's certainly alluring. With an implant constantly secreting pheromones which typically receive pleasurable responses in the species around him at any given time, he's usually received friendlier than he deserves in social situations. Originally implanted to get better deals while black market trading, he's never removed it since, finding that he gets in far less confrontations after it was implanted. Telemicroscopic Vision/Full Heat Map - This implant was meant for engineering work that took ludicrous amounts of finesse and attention to detail. When something's gone wrong with a piece of equipment, his optical implant will usually help him spot it so long as he has a general idea of the problem. Weaknesses: Doesn't tolerate people talking down on him. He's also very argumentative when it comes to any tech subject that he's pretty sure he knows more about. Powers: None Personality: Usually fairly calm and collected, he's got a soft spot for sarcastic and dry wit humor. Drew takes "treat those how you want to be treated" to a tee. If you're respectful of him he'll reciprocate in kind. If you're a dick to him, expect to receive plenty of back talk. He's super excitable when it comes to new technology or modifications. Background: Humble beginnings is honestly the best way to describe Drew's childhood. He was born outside of Earth's Solar System on Epsilon Eridani b. There, he grew up with his parents and his older brother Paul. His father was a simple mechanic running a repair shop for civilian craft, and while Paul took to completely different areas of study, Drew took to mechanics almost like second nature from an early age. His father let him come into the workshop from time to time, and Drew with a constant hunger for improvement quickly became a fairly competent mechanic as early as 12. That drive for improvement never stopped and soon, Drew knew enough to begin engineering his own parts. He dreamed of a higher education and working with tech for the rest of his life, but with his father too poor to afford schooling, Drew did what he could with textbooks and any information he could find on the extranet. Armed with more knowledge, he stretched into other tech and worked on navigation systems, ship body mods and dabbled in a little cybertech. His father, simultaneously impressed as well as proud brought Drew on as a full employee in his early teens, and within their small colony Drew became a source of rumor. Not only could this kid fix just about any craft in a heartbeat, he could improve it. And beyond that, he could fix just about anything. These rumors eventually drew the attention of executives at several vehicle companies, and he was hailed as a child prodigy. At the age of 16, his dream of higher education was fulfilled, and Drew took a full ride scholarship to a prestigious engineering academy based on Earth. In his first year, he already proved himself more capable than a large portion of the entire school's population. And beyond that, his thirst for knowledge and improvement lead him to take classes in just about every area of tech imaginable. While most people were declaring their majors and joining a specialized field, Drew felt stuck, unable to commit to any specific kind of tech. And while most people would feel stretched thin, Drew only became a more proficient engineer, both digital and mechanical. To him, Technology and it's advancement was basically an unlimited source of power. Who needed an alien race's telepathy when one could essentially do the same with a communication chip? At 19, he left the academy. Not because he had failed, but because he felt the academy was only stifling his growth. He got back in contact with his brother, who was now a trained surgeon and proposed the idea of offering cybernetics implants, which they'd have to run underground at first with no funding, but would eventually pay off. And pay off it did. Not only in cash, but illegal tech proved to be a much more fulfilling endeavor for Drew to undertake. Soon, their augmentation services became popular in the criminal underworld. But Drew didn't stop there, he eventually took it to modifying the bodies of civilian vehicles with dangerous instruments, modifying navigational systems to disallow any kind of outside tracking, illegally modifying civilian grade engine cores, you name it. This continued for another ten years before he was caught after essentially dropping off of the grid for a while. And while he normally would have been complacent in his punishment, his brother Paul, who he'd taken along for the ride was also convicted for the rest of his lifetime in prison. It was only a week before he was approached and offered participation in the Oblivion Squad. In return his brother would be set free, and upon completion of the mission, should he actually return, his freedom as well.</s> <\|message\|>Silas Martin Shaw Silas listened as the others stated their opinions. He was a bit worried to learn that Amelia was going to be at the helm. She didn't give off a very trustworthy vibe. It didn't really matter to him though as he was not interested in being on the ship during missions. Just then the Ko'secti female rose to her feet and boasted a bunch of philosophical mumbo bumbo. He knew their species was capable of great feats but this particular one just seemed deluded. Silas kept listening. He was used to waiting for long periods of time either out in the field or waiting in line for chow. The military was all hurry up and wait. Drew just finished speaking. Silas was in agreement. Let's get a move on. He wanted so badly to look down the scope of his sniper rifle again. To feel the sweat come down his forehead while waiting patiently for his target to come into sight. He always got this rush of adrenaline right before he pulled the trigger, but with a deep breath in and out he always calmed himself and made the shot.</s> <\|message\|>Lex Hargrave "Glad to see you're up to it. I'm sure Rose will happily be your co-helmsman." Lex said to Amelia, leaning back in chair and yawning before looking back at the crew. He hadn't gotten any sleep at all since his trial, being on the ship might actually help in that regard, he always slept better when he could hear the hum of the engines as his eyes closed. "I'd like to get onto it already, but they told me they would usher us over there when it was time. So until then we're stuck in this room along with the armored blokes bored out of their mind listening to us." Lex said as he grinned, glancing at one of the guards who was looking at the ceiling. The man glanced at Lex right as the ex smuggler looked back at his crew at the table. Suddenly, a voice came over the intercom in the room. "Attention, you are cleared to leave the room and proceed to the hangar where you will find your ship and depart. Of course you shall be escorted by several guards, any suspicious activity will not be tolerated." The voice said in a stern tone as Lex rolled his eyes, one of the guards in the room speaking to the Vigilance crew. "You heard the man, everyone to your feet!" They did as the guard asked, Lex the first one up and first one out, the group exiting the room and entering the main hallway. The station was quiet, the only people on it those that worked on it as well as some military personal and a few business men. To the left of the group was a large window which covered a noticeable portion of the wall. The planet could be seen, the crispy brown color of it clashing with the light from the nearby star to create a beautiful sight. They could not admire the sight for long as the group was ushered by the guards flanking around them. Soon enough they reached the hangar which contained the S.S. Vigilance. The two guards standing by the door to the hangar looked over the group, then one nodded to the other and opened the door, the crew moving through to find what awaited them on the other side of the door. The Vigilance in all of its glory. The ship seemed larger than the picture Lex had seen of it, yet it was the perfect size to land on a planet with no issue. He moved around, seemingly inspecting it for any flaws. He couldn't find any, it seemed to be in prime condition. Probably wouldn't last that way for much longer, it kind of surprised him that they were given such a work of technology considering that they were all criminals and as he had been told, 'A very, very low chance of survival'. He wouldn't complain though. The armament on her was the most impressive thing to him, well from the outside. The cannons were imposing, they looked like they could tear a hole in a ship twice its size. He couldn't wait to step inside of it and take command. "Well, she looks pretty damn expensive, is it up to everyone's standards?" Lex asked, turning towards his crew.</s> <\|message\|>Oleander Oliveia The prospect of a fellow AI was intriguing to Oliveia. Was it too, going through some sort of social integration or was it, like these guards already a part of this network? What wonderful insights into life would it have!? The thought of a mentor was an incredibly enticing prospect. Her father had failed to mention that she was the only one of her kind and that all other AI were just a faint shadow of everything that she is. Without this information and the context in which to apply it, she was bathed in false hopes about what to expect. Her father had chosen to make her human obviously because he himself was human, but Oleander silently wondered what it would be like to have the frame of the small furry psychopath (her father had taught her that word) or to share the beautiful blue hues of the unit "Ro'Essel". Despite her appearance she certainly did not feel human. She did not feel like anything. If her concept of self identity were further cultivated this might have been a source of great anguish to her. However, that was one subject her father had not yet been able to teach her. Her only solace was the fact that she was blissfully unaware that she was without more than half the information he had intended to share with her. Self identity, pride, ambition, all these human qualities and the context in which to make them productive and not damaging were lost to her the day she was separated from her creators hold. She had been lost in thought, listening but not registering the conversations going on around her up until now. Which was just as well, she could go back into her audio banks and review the conversation at will. The human unit Drew spoke, and had she any concept of appropriate social reaction she might have found his comments charming. Instead she only agreed. She was eager to see her new home. The intercom announced that they were to leave now, and she could barely contain her excitement! She followed Lex closely, mimicking the way he carried himself. Aloof but confident. Her comrades seemed to like him, and she resolved to emulate her proxy as closely as possible. She wanted to be liked. Something in her craved it. Why? She was capable of taking care of herself, so it wasn't exactly self preservation. Her wealth of knowledge on psychology suggested that it could be the mental phenomena Known as "Abandonment issues" caused by losing her father. To her surprise defining the issue didn't make it any easier to accept or deal with.</s>	<\|message\|>Drew Knight Drew sighed dejectedly as he sat back again. He'd had half a mind to kick his feet up onto the table before he reconsidered it, what with the guards standing around the room watching them so closely. Good thing he hadn't, too, as it wasn't long before the voice on the loudspeaker instructed them out of the room. It was a fairly boring walk to the hangar, nobody spoke up, which was to be expected considering they were followed out by the guards. Honestly, Drew wondered why the guards even cared at this point. They were getting ready to give the group a starship-- scratch that, they were getting ready to give them a top of the line starship and let them sail off the planet alone, but they needed armed guards to escort them to the ship? It was clearly all for show, and it seemed the guards took their job all too seriously as they were ready to shove any stragglers in the group ahead. But then they came upon the Vigilance and the excitement all came flooding back. When Lex showed the crew a hologram of the ship, he'd been excited to work on it, but a small part of him assumed that it wouldn't all be as it seemed in the diagrams. But upon reaching that hangar and seeing the ship, Drew let out a completely unintentional, "Whoah." There wasn't much doubt in his mind. He was in love. With a starship. Lex turned around to address the crew, and where Drew expected a pep talk, the man simply asked if the ship was up to their specifications. "I mean, would it matter if she wasn't?" Drew asked sarcastically, "I mean, not that she isn't. She certainly is. But... You know what I mean."</s>
<\|description\|>Drew Knight Criminal: Yes Convicted For: Illegal modification of civilian craft/weapons and running illegal cybernetics operation as well as multiple black market trades. Species: Human Gender: Male Sexual orientation: Homosexual Age: 29 Height: 5'9" Weight: 160 lbs Apparel: Drew wears a form-fitting grey and black uniform, a large tool belt with just about every standard issue tool in the book as well as several specialized and some primitive tools, even. On top of this, he's usually wearing his mechanic grieves. Drew isn't one to leave the (relative) safety of the ship. He's a talented engineer who devotes his time to making sure everything continues working. That said, when the situation calls for it, he has military issue light combat armor (also in grey and black) which is fully sealed and capable of supplying oxygen. Weapons: A modified standard issue M-488 pistol. This pistol is known to be prone to overheating issues while being an otherwise accurate and reliable model. Drew has dramatically increased the efficiency of the heatsink of his particular M-488. Equipment: With his love for tech in general, Drew didn't pass up on dabbling in cybernetics. He not only has optic implants of his own design which allow for telemicroscopic vision as well as full spectrum heat maps. He's also got a standard in-ear communications implant, and a pheromone implant which secretes synthetic pheromones to elicit a pleasurable response. Other than that, he has a pair of grieves which essentially function as jetpacks or just propulsion in zero grav for any maintenance that would require them. Personal Starfighter: None. Skills: Engineer - Drew is an extremely talented technician in almost every field of tech. Weapons, engines, cores, starships, ground vehicles, cybertech, etc, you name it. if you have a problem and provide him enough time, he can probably fix it. Pheromones - In short, he almost permanently smells really good, even despite spending most of his time sweating in an engineering bay. While Drew isn't the most charming of people, he's certainly alluring. With an implant constantly secreting pheromones which typically receive pleasurable responses in the species around him at any given time, he's usually received friendlier than he deserves in social situations. Originally implanted to get better deals while black market trading, he's never removed it since, finding that he gets in far less confrontations after it was implanted. Telemicroscopic Vision/Full Heat Map - This implant was meant for engineering work that took ludicrous amounts of finesse and attention to detail. When something's gone wrong with a piece of equipment, his optical implant will usually help him spot it so long as he has a general idea of the problem. Weaknesses: Doesn't tolerate people talking down on him. He's also very argumentative when it comes to any tech subject that he's pretty sure he knows more about. Powers: None Personality: Usually fairly calm and collected, he's got a soft spot for sarcastic and dry wit humor. Drew takes "treat those how you want to be treated" to a tee. If you're respectful of him he'll reciprocate in kind. If you're a dick to him, expect to receive plenty of back talk. He's super excitable when it comes to new technology or modifications. Background: Humble beginnings is honestly the best way to describe Drew's childhood. He was born outside of Earth's Solar System on Epsilon Eridani b. There, he grew up with his parents and his older brother Paul. His father was a simple mechanic running a repair shop for civilian craft, and while Paul took to completely different areas of study, Drew took to mechanics almost like second nature from an early age. His father let him come into the workshop from time to time, and Drew with a constant hunger for improvement quickly became a fairly competent mechanic as early as 12. That drive for improvement never stopped and soon, Drew knew enough to begin engineering his own parts. He dreamed of a higher education and working with tech for the rest of his life, but with his father too poor to afford schooling, Drew did what he could with textbooks and any information he could find on the extranet. Armed with more knowledge, he stretched into other tech and worked on navigation systems, ship body mods and dabbled in a little cybertech. His father, simultaneously impressed as well as proud brought Drew on as a full employee in his early teens, and within their small colony Drew became a source of rumor. Not only could this kid fix just about any craft in a heartbeat, he could improve it. And beyond that, he could fix just about anything. These rumors eventually drew the attention of executives at several vehicle companies, and he was hailed as a child prodigy. At the age of 16, his dream of higher education was fulfilled, and Drew took a full ride scholarship to a prestigious engineering academy based on Earth. In his first year, he already proved himself more capable than a large portion of the entire school's population. And beyond that, his thirst for knowledge and improvement lead him to take classes in just about every area of tech imaginable. While most people were declaring their majors and joining a specialized field, Drew felt stuck, unable to commit to any specific kind of tech. And while most people would feel stretched thin, Drew only became a more proficient engineer, both digital and mechanical. To him, Technology and it's advancement was basically an unlimited source of power. Who needed an alien race's telepathy when one could essentially do the same with a communication chip? At 19, he left the academy. Not because he had failed, but because he felt the academy was only stifling his growth. He got back in contact with his brother, who was now a trained surgeon and proposed the idea of offering cybernetics implants, which they'd have to run underground at first with no funding, but would eventually pay off. And pay off it did. Not only in cash, but illegal tech proved to be a much more fulfilling endeavor for Drew to undertake. Soon, their augmentation services became popular in the criminal underworld. But Drew didn't stop there, he eventually took it to modifying the bodies of civilian vehicles with dangerous instruments, modifying navigational systems to disallow any kind of outside tracking, illegally modifying civilian grade engine cores, you name it. This continued for another ten years before he was caught after essentially dropping off of the grid for a while. And while he normally would have been complacent in his punishment, his brother Paul, who he'd taken along for the ride was also convicted for the rest of his lifetime in prison. It was only a week before he was approached and offered participation in the Oblivion Squad. In return his brother would be set free, and upon completion of the mission, should he actually return, his freedom as well.</s> <\|message\|>Ro'Essel Ro'Essel couldn't resist thinking about how much she wanted to show these Drex known as guards how foolish they were to believe she was in their control by force. It would be simple for her to slip free of their anklet by just teleporting and forgetting to take it along with her. Then in the process of slipping free she'd appear beside the sleepy guard and grabbing his weapon thrust her elbow into his throat. Once she was armed she'd disappear to spread confusion among the guards after which she'd become the storm among the Jesec (Sheep) appearing at random or at least to them it would seem so. She allowed such tactics free reign in her mind as the guards escorted them to the ship modifying and adjusting as new weakness or strength presented it's self. When they arrived at the ship everyone paused to admire it form outside, this surprised an confused Ro'Essel for to her it was simply another weapon to be used in pursuit of her goals. She felt no awe nor need to admire the ship because she was not a member of it's command staff; merely cargo, a weapon waiting deployment.</s> <\|message\|>Amelia DuPont Amelia was quite pleased when the intercom finally sounded that they were to proceed to the hangar. She'd said all she needed to say for the moment and was getting pretty anxious to see what she'd be flying for the foreseeable future. They filed out and she ended up slightly behind and to the side of this 'Rose' character. Her new co-pilot. Without really meaning to she found herself checking him out: he seemed strong and confident. A little on the unrefined side to put her at ease but he had a reasonably nice bum to make up for the very faint smell of chemicals he emitted. Reoww. Now that she thought about it, the high command hadn't done badly in assembling a good looking bunch of criminals. Looking around, everyone seemed reserved. Most were staring at the ground and shuffling forward with the gait of recently reanimated coma patients. Lex led from the front, obviously as eager as any to see the SS Vigilance for himself. Amelia also took in the variety of non-humans that she was to be serving with. Her family had always been a fairly liberal one, her father having served with them in tours around the quadrant. Her mother also got involved with illegal immigrant non-humans, who came to Earth and Mars on ancient or badly damaged spacecraft to try and find a better life. The Mesocricetian in particular caught her attention. She'd always been wary of their intensely savage tendencies. Her father loved them, saying: "As long as they keep importing Mount Sinai weaponry they can do whatever they like as far as i'm concerned." The guards were milking their last opportunity to abuse the 'criminal scum' and the pushing and verbal insults got more intense as they approached a set of doors. This must be the hanger. Amelia was determined to remain stoic as they filed through but couldn't help but let her mouth fall agape when she clapped eyes on their vessel. "Oh baby, what a hunk." She gushed, taking a few steps forward to examine it properly. It's lateral auxiliary thrusters were like something out of a work of art. It's trans-light engine was top of its class and it looked like it had been designed with low orbit combat in mind as well as ship wide close quarters combat. The bridge looked larger than normal and Amelia couldn't wait to find out why. "Oh, we are so doing a barrel roll in this bad boy." Amelia sighed, catching the captain's eye and winking.</s> <\|message\|>Lex Hargrave "Well, no time to waste then." Lex said, grinning as he walked towards the ship, an airlock port connected to the front of the vessel, allowing anyone entering to enter the ship behind the bridge, near the escape pods. The crew did so, Lex first one inside, he turned as the others followed, then entered into the bridge. It was small for a ship of the size it was in, but it wasn't like the entire crew was cramped inside of it at all times. Two chairs at the front of the bridge, one was the pilot's, the other the co - pilot's. "It's cozy, hope it works for the two of you." He said to Rose and Amelia. Then another female voice could be heard speaking, it was the ship's onboard A.I., Eve. "All systems are ready for launch, captain. I have just sent the signal to undock the ship, we are free to leave the station at your command." "Ah, you must be the A.I., Eve, I'm surprised they included one as advanced as you on the vessel." "They spared no expense, captain. The ship possesses many useful facilities such as an armory, laboratories, firing range and more. The crew will find their requested equipment and weaponry in the crew's quarters. You have your own personal quarters, captain." Eve added, her voice welcoming. "How quaint." "If you have any inquiries about the ship or its facilities, please do not hesitate to ask." Eve added. "Well crew, you have the run of the ship, I recommend getting used to your new home. Amelia, you may launch the ship at your ready. The coordinates are already patched into the navigation computer." Lex said with a smile.</s> <\|message\|>Dr Jack Thomas Jack looked around the ship as they walked towards it. This was so far beyond him, it was not even funny. He looked around the rest of the crew. There was so much to learn about them all. He could do tests on them for years and still only have a small amount of research. He had a plan to try and make algae paste that could be consumed by all organic life forms. It would not be easy but he figured that the lab on board would be more than enough for him to do so. Course the paste tasted terrible and most life forms preferred starving to eating the stuff. Still it was healthy and easy to make. One could get all their vitamins from just one taste. He liked it but everyone else he knew found it odd to be eating single called organisms. Jack walked towards the engines of the ship. There he walked into the stat if the art laboratory with Ernie on his heels. His lab was in the back near the hangars. "Alright Gregor. Let's get to work! Start program for nutrient paste. Being up program for chimera entity. "He said as the machines whirled to life. He began to manipulate a few machines as his armband, with mini AI Gregor, began to work the rest. The noise would be rather loud with him yelling and the machines working loudly.</s>	<\|message\|>Drew Knight The pat on the back broke Drew out of his daydreaming about the ship. Despite responding to Lex, he'd almost forgotten there was an entire crew he was making himself out to be a little kid in front of. He looked back at Rose and laughed, "I think I've got a tiny bit more respect for myself than to let that happen." Drew continued talking to Rose as Lex lead them toward the airlock, "It's just, when most your actual experience is in civilian craft and the shit that black market dealers parade themselves around in, well, a state of the art ship with upgrades like this? Seventh heaven for someone like me." As they entered the bridge, Drew forced himself to remain composed. It was small, but all the bells and whistles were there, and then some. The AI spoke up and Drew took note of it's name. Eve was sure to be useful in the future. After being given leave, Drew nodded a farewell to Rose as he exited the bridge, knowing the man would likely be staying there were they to take off soon. Drew always found that the best way to learn something was through experience, and though they had an on-board AI, he figured the ship's layout would be easier to figure out if he were to just explore it on his own rather than ask. Everything looked in great condition, and the first level, for the most part was so in-order that he figured that besides briefings, there wasn't going to be a ton for him to do up here besides the old, "fix this thing!" that would inevitably come up. The armory was up here, and while weapon maintenance wasn't beyond him, he also figured someone else could do just as well. And if they wanted something modded, they'd probably just come to engineering and talk. As he passed the medical lab, he heard the familiar hum of machinery. He peeked his head in to see their resident geneticist talking at and typing into the datapad on his arm. Drew took a second to consider entering. The guy looked like he was keeping himself pretty busy, but on the other hand, Drew hadn't taken the time to get to know anybody yet. He took a step in as he looked around the room, "Getting an early start, huh? I was just taking a look around, myself." He looked toward the Chimera that had been following the doctor around like a shadow, "He friendly?" Drew asked before going any further.</s>
<\|description\|>Drew Knight Criminal: Yes Convicted For: Illegal modification of civilian craft/weapons and running illegal cybernetics operation as well as multiple black market trades. Species: Human Gender: Male Sexual orientation: Homosexual Age: 29 Height: 5'9" Weight: 160 lbs Apparel: Drew wears a form-fitting grey and black uniform, a large tool belt with just about every standard issue tool in the book as well as several specialized and some primitive tools, even. On top of this, he's usually wearing his mechanic grieves. Drew isn't one to leave the (relative) safety of the ship. He's a talented engineer who devotes his time to making sure everything continues working. That said, when the situation calls for it, he has military issue light combat armor (also in grey and black) which is fully sealed and capable of supplying oxygen. Weapons: A modified standard issue M-488 pistol. This pistol is known to be prone to overheating issues while being an otherwise accurate and reliable model. Drew has dramatically increased the efficiency of the heatsink of his particular M-488. Equipment: With his love for tech in general, Drew didn't pass up on dabbling in cybernetics. He not only has optic implants of his own design which allow for telemicroscopic vision as well as full spectrum heat maps. He's also got a standard in-ear communications implant, and a pheromone implant which secretes synthetic pheromones to elicit a pleasurable response. Other than that, he has a pair of grieves which essentially function as jetpacks or just propulsion in zero grav for any maintenance that would require them. Personal Starfighter: None. Skills: Engineer - Drew is an extremely talented technician in almost every field of tech. Weapons, engines, cores, starships, ground vehicles, cybertech, etc, you name it. if you have a problem and provide him enough time, he can probably fix it. Pheromones - In short, he almost permanently smells really good, even despite spending most of his time sweating in an engineering bay. While Drew isn't the most charming of people, he's certainly alluring. With an implant constantly secreting pheromones which typically receive pleasurable responses in the species around him at any given time, he's usually received friendlier than he deserves in social situations. Originally implanted to get better deals while black market trading, he's never removed it since, finding that he gets in far less confrontations after it was implanted. Telemicroscopic Vision/Full Heat Map - This implant was meant for engineering work that took ludicrous amounts of finesse and attention to detail. When something's gone wrong with a piece of equipment, his optical implant will usually help him spot it so long as he has a general idea of the problem. Weaknesses: Doesn't tolerate people talking down on him. He's also very argumentative when it comes to any tech subject that he's pretty sure he knows more about. Powers: None Personality: Usually fairly calm and collected, he's got a soft spot for sarcastic and dry wit humor. Drew takes "treat those how you want to be treated" to a tee. If you're respectful of him he'll reciprocate in kind. If you're a dick to him, expect to receive plenty of back talk. He's super excitable when it comes to new technology or modifications. Background: Humble beginnings is honestly the best way to describe Drew's childhood. He was born outside of Earth's Solar System on Epsilon Eridani b. There, he grew up with his parents and his older brother Paul. His father was a simple mechanic running a repair shop for civilian craft, and while Paul took to completely different areas of study, Drew took to mechanics almost like second nature from an early age. His father let him come into the workshop from time to time, and Drew with a constant hunger for improvement quickly became a fairly competent mechanic as early as 12. That drive for improvement never stopped and soon, Drew knew enough to begin engineering his own parts. He dreamed of a higher education and working with tech for the rest of his life, but with his father too poor to afford schooling, Drew did what he could with textbooks and any information he could find on the extranet. Armed with more knowledge, he stretched into other tech and worked on navigation systems, ship body mods and dabbled in a little cybertech. His father, simultaneously impressed as well as proud brought Drew on as a full employee in his early teens, and within their small colony Drew became a source of rumor. Not only could this kid fix just about any craft in a heartbeat, he could improve it. And beyond that, he could fix just about anything. These rumors eventually drew the attention of executives at several vehicle companies, and he was hailed as a child prodigy. At the age of 16, his dream of higher education was fulfilled, and Drew took a full ride scholarship to a prestigious engineering academy based on Earth. In his first year, he already proved himself more capable than a large portion of the entire school's population. And beyond that, his thirst for knowledge and improvement lead him to take classes in just about every area of tech imaginable. While most people were declaring their majors and joining a specialized field, Drew felt stuck, unable to commit to any specific kind of tech. And while most people would feel stretched thin, Drew only became a more proficient engineer, both digital and mechanical. To him, Technology and it's advancement was basically an unlimited source of power. Who needed an alien race's telepathy when one could essentially do the same with a communication chip? At 19, he left the academy. Not because he had failed, but because he felt the academy was only stifling his growth. He got back in contact with his brother, who was now a trained surgeon and proposed the idea of offering cybernetics implants, which they'd have to run underground at first with no funding, but would eventually pay off. And pay off it did. Not only in cash, but illegal tech proved to be a much more fulfilling endeavor for Drew to undertake. Soon, their augmentation services became popular in the criminal underworld. But Drew didn't stop there, he eventually took it to modifying the bodies of civilian vehicles with dangerous instruments, modifying navigational systems to disallow any kind of outside tracking, illegally modifying civilian grade engine cores, you name it. This continued for another ten years before he was caught after essentially dropping off of the grid for a while. And while he normally would have been complacent in his punishment, his brother Paul, who he'd taken along for the ride was also convicted for the rest of his lifetime in prison. It was only a week before he was approached and offered participation in the Oblivion Squad. In return his brother would be set free, and upon completion of the mission, should he actually return, his freedom as well.</s> <\|message\|>Amelia DuPont "Yes Captain." Amelia said, looking across at Rose just as he made an appropriate quip and announced that he had prepped the ship for its maiden flight; it was game time. A green light pinged into existence on a steering pad in front of both pilots which indicated they could be used. Amelia gripped hers gleefully, making a few final adjustments to the ship's default take off pattern with one hand. "Oh i'm doing just fine." she purred as she put her fingerprint onto the scanner, firing up the engines. Rolls Royce Tamerlane spacecraft engines had the kind of reverberating boom which shook the inside of your abdomen and rattled your clenched teeth. It was as if Poseidon himself had awoken, shook off the rocks and shipwrecks which accumulate around him and begun swimming to the surface. Despite state of the art shock absorbers, the bridge shook violently for a few seconds as the Vigilance grew accustomed to having power of such epic proportions tacked onto it. She fired auxiliaries before commanding that the docking clamps be unlocked; a moment later she saw on her read out that they had been disengaged, not that she could hear over the boom of the engines. The Vigilance was now floating by itself inside the hangar. Amelia snuck a look at Rose, he was ready to back her up. Ever so slowly, she pushed forward on her steering pad. The Vigilance responded immediately, edging toward the hangar doors as they now opened for them. The subtle change in engine sound coupled with a deep vibration through her seat made Amelia emit something between an excited giggle and a moan. "Don't tease me." she whispered, pushing the Vigilance out of the Roosevelt and into the vast ocean of space. The noise died down significantly once they were into a vacuum. The captain had ordered she put a safe distance between them and the station before initiating the jump so took the opportunity to put the Vigilance through its paces. Using a holographic display Amelia began increasing the speed but barely started before there was a colossal bang and she felt Lex impact the back of her chair before sliding across the floor. Acting on instinct, Amelia initiated the hyper jump that Rose and Eve had assembled. The stars in the front visor became a white smear. The screen became one of what was left of the space station. "Ouchie." Amelia purred. The captain was speaking but she wasn't really listening. They had been five seconds away from suffering damage to their aft section. She looked at Rose. She hadn't been expecting a baptism by fire this early into their maiden flight. She busied herself by making sure the jump was locked in and calculating an estimated time for when auto-pilot would be disabled when they exited hyperspace. It displayed on a big read out between the two pilots. Two hours and seven minutes. Time for a quick meeting. Amelia released control of her steering pad and got up. Rose was still sat. "Coming?"</s> <\|message\|>Suno Lisuli Suno filed out of the room to the hangar along with all the other members of the squad. He spent most of the time in transit staring idly out the window, wondering what exactly he was about to be dealing with. Gazing upon the craft, he noted that his guesses were right: the kitty did have claws. He was about to crew what may have been a state of the art warship. After hooking his communications implant up to the ship's network, Suno pulled a schematic into his vision and gave himself a little tour. He wandered briefly through the bridge, looked over the escape pods and labs, saw what was being stored in the armory, and inspected his quarters and his personal craft, which was awaiting use in the hangar. Everything was top-notch. Suno returned to his quarters and considered what to do with the rest of his free time. According to the information he got from the ship's computer, there would be a good two hours in hyperspace. That seemed like the perfect time to take a nap, especially because there was no maintenance that would otherwise occupy the downtime. This thought was occurring to him as he repacked and stowed his belongings -- taking care to look over them for any damage -- in secure lockers and drawers. He finished just as the engines fired, and, though he rather liked feeling the roar of engines again, he lay on his bed to absorb the vibrations. Of course, he wanted to sleep too. The second jolt wasn't anything he expected. He stood up immediately and grabbed a wall fixture in case of another. A quick scan of alerts on the computer showed no losses of pressure on the ship. Lex's order over the loudspeaker stopped Suno while he listened. It was probably not an especially bad incident if the captain was only calling them to a meeting. Or so he thought, securing his boots and heading upstairs, until a glance at an outside camera showed him what had happened. He hurried to the conference room and took a seat by the door.</s>	<\|message\|>Drew Knight Drew chuckled as he returned the handshake, "Yep, that's me." He said as he walked into the lab, "I don't know what you plan on doing in here, but let's hope you don't end up seeing a lot of me. I imagine your equipment breaking isn't exactly convenient." He looked around the lab to survey what kind of tech he was going to be dealing with, and for the most part, there was nothing he hadn't seen in his university days. The medical lab was something he'd grown fairly used to. On the research side of things, if he had to admit to himself, he wasn't the best versed in maintenance. Nothing in the lab was something he couldn't eventually handle, but he was going to have to do some reading up if Jack planned on using the research lab often. Last thing he'd want is a containment malfunction happen that he couldn't fix during experiments on some kind of dangerous material. He wasn't sure what kind of material Jack planned on working with, anyway. He stopped by one of several terminals in the lab and turned to face Jack. "It all looks to be in tip top shape at the moment, which I guess is to be expected." The Chimera caught Drew's attention again, being a distinctly different color than the rest of the lab. "So, a geneticist, huh? That guy's clearly not just a dog," he nodded toward the quadruped as he kneeled down toward it offering his hand. "Was he an experiment? And, I guess, more importantly, what's the little guy's na--" Suddenly the ship lurched violently, and Drew went hurtling face first into the terminal he'd been kneeling by. He stood back up with a groan, holding his nose. He moved the cartilage around a bit to find that it wasn't broken, but as he pulled his hands away they were covered in blood. "Well damn." He said aloud as he moved toward the medical bay, which thankfully had a sink and some paper towels, "That's one way to start a flight. So much for our new pilot." He joked as he washed his hands and attempted to blow out the blood clot. He knew very well from his experience with starships that whatever that was wasn't a pilot error, nor was it a malfunction. Something had either hit them, or some kind of shockwave hit them - with no alarms going off, no warnings from the on-board AI and no call from the captain, he assumed the latter. But that would have had to have been a powerful shockwave. Just after mulling those thoughts, Lex's voice rang throughout the medical bay calling for a meeting and announcing that the space station they'd just left exploded. As he did so, Drew suddenly remembered he hadn't been alone as he looked over toward Jack, "Damn, I'm an idiot, are you all right?" He asked, ready to head to the conference room whenever Jack was.</s>
<\|description\|>Oleander Oliveia Apparel: Ballistic resistance nano-weave Weapons: Standard issue semi automatic Mattock rifle. Compound bow with heat-tip razor arrows. Personal starfighter: The Auduhlma, refurbished starfighter Criminal?: Yes Convicted for: Product of illegal AI research Species: AI Gender: Female Sexual orientation: Asexual Age: 2 Human Years (cognitively and mentally an adult) Height: 5'7 Weight: 110lbs Equipment: Magnetic weapons platform (Basically tactical webbing with smart magnetics that allow weapons to be put away or pulled out simply by pressing them against it) Boot jets for short distance flight. Personal starfighter: The Auduhlma, refurbished starfighter Skills: Proficient at programming and electrical systems, hacking, repairing. Weaknesses: Susceptible to EMP. While it will not shut her down completely it will dampen her cognitive abilities making her uncoordinated and sluggish. Powers: Can directly interface with electronics by touch, personal shield integrated into body. (Control of this can be overridden by the authorities) Personality: Friendly to allies but cold and with no concept of the value of a single life. It's a numbers game to Oliveia Biography: Oleanders "Father" was famed cybernetics researcher Charles Oliveia. Her first years of live were spent cloistered away in his lab where he taught her the basics of human interaction. Her short but comfortable existence was interrupted when colleagues of Doctor Oliveia learned of his research and reported it to the government authorities. Oleander was seized and locked away, AI that can think and make decisions on its own being both feared and illegal. After several debates on the theory of what qualifies as life, the government decided that she could join Oblivion squad and thereby earn some form of freedom.</s> <\|message\|>Drew Knight Drew listened intently to the introductions given by the rest of the crew. After all, if he was going to be in close quarters with all of these men and women, it was best that he get to know them sooner rather than later. Fortunately enough, he felt like in large part, he'd be able to get along with most of them. Despite the fact that certain members were, for lack of better word, unusual. And then it came to Oleander, as she'd introduced herself, Drew's interest was immediately piqued. She wasn't human, and that alone wasn't all that interesting to Drew, as much as the fact she wasn't alien either. Her last name, Oliveia, also rang bells. As in the Oliveia, one of the top minds in cybernetics. Drew had no idea he'd been working on an AI. Let alone an AI that could pass as a human. Most androids were quite obviously androids at first glance. Oleander, though, he'd had no idea. And if she was here, but Oliveia wasn't, Drew had to wonder what had happened. Had she killed her creator? No, Drew definitely would have heard about something like that. Was she made for an illegal purpose? No, because her programming would be centered around that purpose, and she'd have introduced herself as such. More and more questions popped into Drew's head about her, and more and more went unanswered. Drew wasn't allowed the time to read up on his future crewmates before being introduced to them. But If there was any dossier he was going to skip over now, it certainly wouldn't be hers. Drew had to admit, though, that the idea of the systems tech being a Mesocricetian wasn't exactly exciting to him. He'd never actually dealt with one in the past, but he knew about them. His university days taught him about the behavioral inhibitors of human design. Mesocricetians were always on the verge of killing the thing next to them, even one of their own species. And judging by his introduction, this guy was far from being sociable. Unfortunately for Drew, it looked like the engineering bay was going to be a huge barrel of laughs. It was about then that Lex threw down the hologram on the table and asked for a ship pilot. With only two names offered forth, Drew didn't really have input. His impression of Rose and Amelia were about the same -- neither was someone he would place a lot of trust into for now. What excited him more was the ship itself. Honestly, Drew was impressed that the alliance would give them command of a craft as advanced as the Vigilance was. He would have jumped at any chance to be able to work with alliance tech, honestly, but the Vigilance itself seemed like a powerful craft for a smaller team such as this, and there was no expense spared. Should the hologram be accurate, and why wouldn't it be? Drew was going to have the time of his life just examining the craft, let alone working on it. Impending doom aside, he could think of worse places to die. And then suddenly the last crew member spoke up. Drew had assumed that Ro'Essel, as she called herself, was just shy. But that was certainly not the case, as her introduction was much longer than everyone else's. He was forced to try his absolute hardest to not laugh as she explained that she was blue in a completely serious tone. He didn't think less of her at all, in fact, the fact she was blue probably meant something. But it was totally lost on him, and she certainly wasn't acquainted with human conversation, that much was clear. Rose turned down the offer to pilot the craft, and so it fell to Amelia. Just as well, Drew thought, it wasn't likely he'd be near the bridge all that often, anyway. Drew leaned forward in his chair, "So it's awesome that we have a pilot and all." he spoke up, "but when are we gonna get on the ship? I'd like to actually see what I'm gonna be working with." he asked.</s> <\|message\|>Suno Lisuli So, Rose wouldn't be the pilot. That worried Suno a little bit, but at the end of the day he'd gone into this hoping for freedom but expecting death. He just wasn't sure this was a situation where he enjoyed being right. Then the "Star of Death" started talking, and Suno could do nothing to wipe the astounded look on his face. He looked around to see if anyone was taking it seriously, just hoping, hoping, that he would never, ever have to rely on this creature, who despite seeming human appeared to be deluded and insane. Or maybe she was telling the truth -- but did it even matter? None of what she said had any connection to their mission. Amelia took the job. Suno figured they could do worse, but the way she looked at Lex creeped him out. Hopefully, on most missions, he'd be in his own credit independent of the Vigilance, where he didn't have to worry too much about Amelia doing something murderous. Then again, shipboard weapons... Suno wondered whether the bracelets were hooked up to the Vigilance itself. A mutiny or whatnot might mean a clean escape.a fun thought, but surely just a thought. If some of them were about to become amateur jewelers, he'd let others take a shot before he ever did. And far away. Drew snapped him out of his bit of plotting. Truth be told, he was getting a lit bored. Or was he anxious? Maye he just wanted not to hear anything more that made him fear for his life. A nap and some time to process everything he'd just seen would be great. There was probably about to be a tour of the ship or some other irritating formalities, though. A map and a nap. That would be fine. Anyway, Suno nodded in agreement.</s> <\|message\|>Silas Martin Shaw Silas listened as the others stated their opinions. He was a bit worried to learn that Amelia was going to be at the helm. She didn't give off a very trustworthy vibe. It didn't really matter to him though as he was not interested in being on the ship during missions. Just then the Ko'secti female rose to her feet and boasted a bunch of philosophical mumbo bumbo. He knew their species was capable of great feats but this particular one just seemed deluded. Silas kept listening. He was used to waiting for long periods of time either out in the field or waiting in line for chow. The military was all hurry up and wait. Drew just finished speaking. Silas was in agreement. Let's get a move on. He wanted so badly to look down the scope of his sniper rifle again. To feel the sweat come down his forehead while waiting patiently for his target to come into sight. He always got this rush of adrenaline right before he pulled the trigger, but with a deep breath in and out he always calmed himself and made the shot.</s> <\|message\|>Lex Hargrave "Glad to see you're up to it. I'm sure Rose will happily be your co-helmsman." Lex said to Amelia, leaning back in chair and yawning before looking back at the crew. He hadn't gotten any sleep at all since his trial, being on the ship might actually help in that regard, he always slept better when he could hear the hum of the engines as his eyes closed. "I'd like to get onto it already, but they told me they would usher us over there when it was time. So until then we're stuck in this room along with the armored blokes bored out of their mind listening to us." Lex said as he grinned, glancing at one of the guards who was looking at the ceiling. The man glanced at Lex right as the ex smuggler looked back at his crew at the table. Suddenly, a voice came over the intercom in the room. "Attention, you are cleared to leave the room and proceed to the hangar where you will find your ship and depart. Of course you shall be escorted by several guards, any suspicious activity will not be tolerated." The voice said in a stern tone as Lex rolled his eyes, one of the guards in the room speaking to the Vigilance crew. "You heard the man, everyone to your feet!" They did as the guard asked, Lex the first one up and first one out, the group exiting the room and entering the main hallway. The station was quiet, the only people on it those that worked on it as well as some military personal and a few business men. To the left of the group was a large window which covered a noticeable portion of the wall. The planet could be seen, the crispy brown color of it clashing with the light from the nearby star to create a beautiful sight. They could not admire the sight for long as the group was ushered by the guards flanking around them. Soon enough they reached the hangar which contained the S.S. Vigilance. The two guards standing by the door to the hangar looked over the group, then one nodded to the other and opened the door, the crew moving through to find what awaited them on the other side of the door. The Vigilance in all of its glory. The ship seemed larger than the picture Lex had seen of it, yet it was the perfect size to land on a planet with no issue. He moved around, seemingly inspecting it for any flaws. He couldn't find any, it seemed to be in prime condition. Probably wouldn't last that way for much longer, it kind of surprised him that they were given such a work of technology considering that they were all criminals and as he had been told, 'A very, very low chance of survival'. He wouldn't complain though. The armament on her was the most impressive thing to him, well from the outside. The cannons were imposing, they looked like they could tear a hole in a ship twice its size. He couldn't wait to step inside of it and take command. "Well, she looks pretty damn expensive, is it up to everyone's standards?" Lex asked, turning towards his crew.</s>	<\|message\|>Oleander Oliveia The prospect of a fellow AI was intriguing to Oliveia. Was it too, going through some sort of social integration or was it, like these guards already a part of this network? What wonderful insights into life would it have!? The thought of a mentor was an incredibly enticing prospect. Her father had failed to mention that she was the only one of her kind and that all other AI were just a faint shadow of everything that she is. Without this information and the context in which to apply it, she was bathed in false hopes about what to expect. Her father had chosen to make her human obviously because he himself was human, but Oleander silently wondered what it would be like to have the frame of the small furry psychopath (her father had taught her that word) or to share the beautiful blue hues of the unit "Ro'Essel". Despite her appearance she certainly did not feel human. She did not feel like anything. If her concept of self identity were further cultivated this might have been a source of great anguish to her. However, that was one subject her father had not yet been able to teach her. Her only solace was the fact that she was blissfully unaware that she was without more than half the information he had intended to share with her. Self identity, pride, ambition, all these human qualities and the context in which to make them productive and not damaging were lost to her the day she was separated from her creators hold. She had been lost in thought, listening but not registering the conversations going on around her up until now. Which was just as well, she could go back into her audio banks and review the conversation at will. The human unit Drew spoke, and had she any concept of appropriate social reaction she might have found his comments charming. Instead she only agreed. She was eager to see her new home. The intercom announced that they were to leave now, and she could barely contain her excitement! She followed Lex closely, mimicking the way he carried himself. Aloof but confident. Her comrades seemed to like him, and she resolved to emulate her proxy as closely as possible. She wanted to be liked. Something in her craved it. Why? She was capable of taking care of herself, so it wasn't exactly self preservation. Her wealth of knowledge on psychology suggested that it could be the mental phenomena Known as "Abandonment issues" caused by losing her father. To her surprise defining the issue didn't make it any easier to accept or deal with.</s>
<\|description\|>Suno Lisuli Criminal?: yes Convicted for: Attempted hijacking, piracy Species: Oko Gender: N/A Sexual orientation: N/A Age: 44, perhaps 15 years younger by human standards Appearance: See species description below. Suno keeps his fur/feathers/plumage short and well-trimmed; in a few spots, it has stopped growing due to scars and injuries. He (I'll just use the technical grammatical default, especially considering that, as a male, I'll probably subconsciously add my own outlook) tends to cover all of that up in his clothing. He walks around — he prefers bipedalism to show off what little height he has — with a certain air of confidence and optimism that perhaps isn't deserved in someone who has been handed a near-certain death sentence. Even if there's no way he could, he seems to understand whatever situation he finds himself in and always be thinking about something just a little removed. To some he looks, based on appearance alone, a little pompous. Height: 126 cm (50 in) Weight: 34 kg (75 lb) Apparel: Outside of missions, Suno tends to wear one of a few sets of grey and black undergarments and rotates three very plain one-piece jumpsuits which only differ in color: one charcoal, one navy, and one khaki. They all have a simple strip along where buttons would be which somehow fastens the two flaps on the front of the jacket together. The neckline is a mandarin collar, though Suno usually folds the edge down on the overlapping lapel down. Combined with the small tears and places which have been mended, this makes him appear casually but professionally dressed. The fabric is very well-tailored, but the freedom of movement he enjoys leads one to think there is some sort of elasticity in the joints, if not elsewhere. To accessorize, he wears a black belt in almost all circumstances on which he mounts his knife sheath, ammunition cartridges, and some rudimentary first aid supplies. He wears a silver banded necklace flush with his neck which is a communications relay from his eye to his surroundings. He has gloves for all of his hands made from a tough black material somewhere between animal hide and plastic in texture. They fit his hands just as perfectly as his jumpsuits fit his body. On missions, he wears a lightly-armored and air-tight flight suit capable, with an accompanying backpack unit, of keeping Suno alive in a vacuum for about five days. It can take some light-arms fire but nothing more and nothing sustained. In lieu of a visor, the helmet has four small cameras (two at mouth level and two at eye-level, for redundancy) which feed directly to his cybernetic eye. They are sensitive to a wide range of wavelengths, from mid-infrared to low ultraviolet. Most of the suit's surfaces are matte black to for camouflage in open space. Weapons: Although Suno attempts to keep out of hand-to-hand combat, he still stays prepared for it, and carries a small (though in proportion average-sized) laser pistol with 15-shot replaceable energy cells. He keeps a few spares on his belt and the holster on his left side under his arm (in civilian clothing, under his jacket). He also carries a 13 cm (5") knife on his left hip. As his primary combat experience being boarding and he's not anything more than a pretty good shot, he relies largely on grenades for combat. Fragmentation grenades would be too dangerous in space, so he carries three grenades of smoke (capable of blocking out visible and high-frequency infrared light), hallucinogenic (strictly depressants, though), and aerosol anaesthetic (fentanyl for humans; for other species he has to do some research) varieties. Normally he has one of each. The latter two are potentially lethal, so he carries antidotes in syringes just in case. Equipment: Suno's left eye is cybernetic, a remnant of his glory days, which uses standard 2^2^6 bit encryption channels to connect to standard equipment such as weapons and ships. It gives him a heads-up display of fuel, ammunition, and such. His right ear also has a communications implant. Both of which communicate with his necklace, which has a much longer range and faster connection with his surroundings. Personal starfighter: (I'll think of a name later): The craft is one chosen with Suno's purposes in mind: all he really ever had to do was pose a valid threat and outmaneuver static defenses, so the ship sacrifices armor for speed and maneuverability. Its weight is kept in check by only having enough armor to stop a small ship-mounted laser weapon; anything else could punch a hole right through. Its defenses hinge upon its AI being able to detect attacks and turn so a more favorable surface (or none at all) takes the blow. To facilitate this, small jets are mounted on various surfaces of the craft and can be activated by the pilot or onboard computer precisely and quickly. The main thrusters have some oomph, too. The craft has one forward-mounted laser cannon on the nose and a twin energy rifle turret mounted below that. Skills: He is a reasonably good pilot and shot with his pistol; however, he is by no means an expert. Weaknesses: His size and lack of any real training make him pretty hopeless in open close combat. Powers: None Personality: Suno is someone who knows there's a good side and a bad side to everyone and everything. Despite that, he manages to be pretty optimistic, some of may be due to a bit of self-involvement. He's pretty good with others: once he sees an initial sign of friendliness, he's more than willing to start a conversation. Actual trust requires more work with him. Biography: Suno should have had a better shot at the kind of life most of his species enjoys. Anu-V, where he was born, was the remnant of what could have been a thriving colony, had the parastatal that first built it not ceded the system to an aggressor for a bit of wealth and spare time. The aggressor hadn't done much with it, either. They pulled a few megatonnes of water and minerals out of the system and moved their fleet on to threaten other systems. And so all that was left was a barren colony on a half-terraformed planet scarred by resource extraction, a few hundred thousand inhabitants, and a handful of ships capable of interstellar flight. Oko ships would pass through every few years on their way to markets worth stopping at. They were built of sculpted metal, polymers, and diaphanous carbon crystals: reminders of the wealth of their race and how easily they'd been sold away for peace of mind. Suno grew up surrounded by that resentment. He knew he was wronged and he knew what he deserved. He grew up without ever missing the chance to see one of those Oko merchant ships, always dreaming of being one of those aboard. He longed for wealth, education, long life, escape — all that he thought he should have had. The only was he saw to get it was certainly extralegal, but that was the path he chose. If someone wronged him, why couldn't he wrong others? Within twenty years, he was near the top of a piracy organization that had made itself known in four systems: they would jump in, find a target, subdue what were normally entirely insufficient security systems and personnel, hijack ships, sell off stolen materials, and ransom the crews from the relative safety of their base in the Anu system. He was wealthy enough to get all that he had been wanting: he had good doctors, equipment better than he had ever seen as a child, leisure time to read and become the kind of snob he'd always claimed to hate but secretly envied. Life life worked like clockwork until, one day, it didn't, and Suno and his compatriots ended up in a cell on an E.S.A. cruiser. When a man in a suit with a strange proposal came along, freedom sounded like a pretty good option.</s> <\|message\|>Lex Hargrave "Happy to hear that, Rose. Ms. DuPont, please get us a safe distance away from the station and planet then initiate the hyperspace jump." Lex said from his seat as he tapped in something to the monitor attached to his captain's chair in the bridge. "Jump initiating." Eve pitched in. "Are you really comfortable with doing that with me? I am a convicted criminal after all, though only smuggling, I didn't blow up a planet or anything, still," Lex said to Ro'Essel as he popped out of his chair, looking her in the eyes for a moment. "If you think it will help with the mission or something and you're really okay with it, then I guess we could do it." He said before moving towards the seated pilot and co - pilot. He was about to speak when the whole ship shook, and he was tossed to the floor, sliding into the wall with a bang. "What the hell was that? Status report." Lex asked, his voice raised from its usual suave tone. He popped back to his feet, slowly, the ship no longer shaking. He looked out the ship's large front window as the hyperspace jump had began. "The space station above Minerva is gone, sir." Eve quipped, appearing as a blue orb hologram floating above a console near the pilot seats. "What do you mean gone? A space station doesn't just disappear." Lex said back to the A.I. as the window itself displayed a shot of Minerva and the space station, or where it used to be. "As you can see, all that is left is debris. If I had to guess I would say it was a bomb, an advanced, massive one at that. There was no sign of any vessels launching at the station, so the logical conclusion is an explosive that was already planted. Curious that it detonated right after we departed." Eve said, the hologram of her spinning in the middle. "Is everyone alright? It appears the space station went up in a massive explosion, unfortunately we cannot depart the jump mid flight as that could risk the ship greatly. Still, we should discuss this as well as the mission itself." Lex said into the monitor at his seat, the intercom booming his voice throughout the ship. "Please assemble in the conference room just past the medical laboratory." He added, then moved away from the seat. "We'll discuss the telepathic link telepathic link afterwards." He said to Ro'Essel, then departed the bridge. A short time later he arrived in the conference room, taking his seat at the head of the table, a serious expression on his face as he waited for his crew to file in.</s> <\|message\|>Amelia DuPont "Yes Captain." Amelia said, looking across at Rose just as he made an appropriate quip and announced that he had prepped the ship for its maiden flight; it was game time. A green light pinged into existence on a steering pad in front of both pilots which indicated they could be used. Amelia gripped hers gleefully, making a few final adjustments to the ship's default take off pattern with one hand. "Oh i'm doing just fine." she purred as she put her fingerprint onto the scanner, firing up the engines. Rolls Royce Tamerlane spacecraft engines had the kind of reverberating boom which shook the inside of your abdomen and rattled your clenched teeth. It was as if Poseidon himself had awoken, shook off the rocks and shipwrecks which accumulate around him and begun swimming to the surface. Despite state of the art shock absorbers, the bridge shook violently for a few seconds as the Vigilance grew accustomed to having power of such epic proportions tacked onto it. She fired auxiliaries before commanding that the docking clamps be unlocked; a moment later she saw on her read out that they had been disengaged, not that she could hear over the boom of the engines. The Vigilance was now floating by itself inside the hangar. Amelia snuck a look at Rose, he was ready to back her up. Ever so slowly, she pushed forward on her steering pad. The Vigilance responded immediately, edging toward the hangar doors as they now opened for them. The subtle change in engine sound coupled with a deep vibration through her seat made Amelia emit something between an excited giggle and a moan. "Don't tease me." she whispered, pushing the Vigilance out of the Roosevelt and into the vast ocean of space. The noise died down significantly once they were into a vacuum. The captain had ordered she put a safe distance between them and the station before initiating the jump so took the opportunity to put the Vigilance through its paces. Using a holographic display Amelia began increasing the speed but barely started before there was a colossal bang and she felt Lex impact the back of her chair before sliding across the floor. Acting on instinct, Amelia initiated the hyper jump that Rose and Eve had assembled. The stars in the front visor became a white smear. The screen became one of what was left of the space station. "Ouchie." Amelia purred. The captain was speaking but she wasn't really listening. They had been five seconds away from suffering damage to their aft section. She looked at Rose. She hadn't been expecting a baptism by fire this early into their maiden flight. She busied herself by making sure the jump was locked in and calculating an estimated time for when auto-pilot would be disabled when they exited hyperspace. It displayed on a big read out between the two pilots. Two hours and seven minutes. Time for a quick meeting. Amelia released control of her steering pad and got up. Rose was still sat. "Coming?"</s>	<\|message\|>Suno Lisuli Suno filed out of the room to the hangar along with all the other members of the squad. He spent most of the time in transit staring idly out the window, wondering what exactly he was about to be dealing with. Gazing upon the craft, he noted that his guesses were right: the kitty did have claws. He was about to crew what may have been a state of the art warship. After hooking his communications implant up to the ship's network, Suno pulled a schematic into his vision and gave himself a little tour. He wandered briefly through the bridge, looked over the escape pods and labs, saw what was being stored in the armory, and inspected his quarters and his personal craft, which was awaiting use in the hangar. Everything was top-notch. Suno returned to his quarters and considered what to do with the rest of his free time. According to the information he got from the ship's computer, there would be a good two hours in hyperspace. That seemed like the perfect time to take a nap, especially because there was no maintenance that would otherwise occupy the downtime. This thought was occurring to him as he repacked and stowed his belongings -- taking care to look over them for any damage -- in secure lockers and drawers. He finished just as the engines fired, and, though he rather liked feeling the roar of engines again, he lay on his bed to absorb the vibrations. Of course, he wanted to sleep too. The second jolt wasn't anything he expected. He stood up immediately and grabbed a wall fixture in case of another. A quick scan of alerts on the computer showed no losses of pressure on the ship. Lex's order over the loudspeaker stopped Suno while he listened. It was probably not an especially bad incident if the captain was only calling them to a meeting. Or so he thought, securing his boots and heading upstairs, until a glance at an outside camera showed him what had happened. He hurried to the conference room and took a seat by the door.</s>
<\|description\|>Suno Lisuli Criminal?: yes Convicted for: Attempted hijacking, piracy Species: Oko Gender: N/A Sexual orientation: N/A Age: 44, perhaps 15 years younger by human standards Appearance: See species description below. Suno keeps his fur/feathers/plumage short and well-trimmed; in a few spots, it has stopped growing due to scars and injuries. He (I'll just use the technical grammatical default, especially considering that, as a male, I'll probably subconsciously add my own outlook) tends to cover all of that up in his clothing. He walks around — he prefers bipedalism to show off what little height he has — with a certain air of confidence and optimism that perhaps isn't deserved in someone who has been handed a near-certain death sentence. Even if there's no way he could, he seems to understand whatever situation he finds himself in and always be thinking about something just a little removed. To some he looks, based on appearance alone, a little pompous. Height: 126 cm (50 in) Weight: 34 kg (75 lb) Apparel: Outside of missions, Suno tends to wear one of a few sets of grey and black undergarments and rotates three very plain one-piece jumpsuits which only differ in color: one charcoal, one navy, and one khaki. They all have a simple strip along where buttons would be which somehow fastens the two flaps on the front of the jacket together. The neckline is a mandarin collar, though Suno usually folds the edge down on the overlapping lapel down. Combined with the small tears and places which have been mended, this makes him appear casually but professionally dressed. The fabric is very well-tailored, but the freedom of movement he enjoys leads one to think there is some sort of elasticity in the joints, if not elsewhere. To accessorize, he wears a black belt in almost all circumstances on which he mounts his knife sheath, ammunition cartridges, and some rudimentary first aid supplies. He wears a silver banded necklace flush with his neck which is a communications relay from his eye to his surroundings. He has gloves for all of his hands made from a tough black material somewhere between animal hide and plastic in texture. They fit his hands just as perfectly as his jumpsuits fit his body. On missions, he wears a lightly-armored and air-tight flight suit capable, with an accompanying backpack unit, of keeping Suno alive in a vacuum for about five days. It can take some light-arms fire but nothing more and nothing sustained. In lieu of a visor, the helmet has four small cameras (two at mouth level and two at eye-level, for redundancy) which feed directly to his cybernetic eye. They are sensitive to a wide range of wavelengths, from mid-infrared to low ultraviolet. Most of the suit's surfaces are matte black to for camouflage in open space. Weapons: Although Suno attempts to keep out of hand-to-hand combat, he still stays prepared for it, and carries a small (though in proportion average-sized) laser pistol with 15-shot replaceable energy cells. He keeps a few spares on his belt and the holster on his left side under his arm (in civilian clothing, under his jacket). He also carries a 13 cm (5") knife on his left hip. As his primary combat experience being boarding and he's not anything more than a pretty good shot, he relies largely on grenades for combat. Fragmentation grenades would be too dangerous in space, so he carries three grenades of smoke (capable of blocking out visible and high-frequency infrared light), hallucinogenic (strictly depressants, though), and aerosol anaesthetic (fentanyl for humans; for other species he has to do some research) varieties. Normally he has one of each. The latter two are potentially lethal, so he carries antidotes in syringes just in case. Equipment: Suno's left eye is cybernetic, a remnant of his glory days, which uses standard 2^2^6 bit encryption channels to connect to standard equipment such as weapons and ships. It gives him a heads-up display of fuel, ammunition, and such. His right ear also has a communications implant. Both of which communicate with his necklace, which has a much longer range and faster connection with his surroundings. Personal starfighter: (I'll think of a name later): The craft is one chosen with Suno's purposes in mind: all he really ever had to do was pose a valid threat and outmaneuver static defenses, so the ship sacrifices armor for speed and maneuverability. Its weight is kept in check by only having enough armor to stop a small ship-mounted laser weapon; anything else could punch a hole right through. Its defenses hinge upon its AI being able to detect attacks and turn so a more favorable surface (or none at all) takes the blow. To facilitate this, small jets are mounted on various surfaces of the craft and can be activated by the pilot or onboard computer precisely and quickly. The main thrusters have some oomph, too. The craft has one forward-mounted laser cannon on the nose and a twin energy rifle turret mounted below that. Skills: He is a reasonably good pilot and shot with his pistol; however, he is by no means an expert. Weaknesses: His size and lack of any real training make him pretty hopeless in open close combat. Powers: None Personality: Suno is someone who knows there's a good side and a bad side to everyone and everything. Despite that, he manages to be pretty optimistic, some of may be due to a bit of self-involvement. He's pretty good with others: once he sees an initial sign of friendliness, he's more than willing to start a conversation. Actual trust requires more work with him. Biography: Suno should have had a better shot at the kind of life most of his species enjoys. Anu-V, where he was born, was the remnant of what could have been a thriving colony, had the parastatal that first built it not ceded the system to an aggressor for a bit of wealth and spare time. The aggressor hadn't done much with it, either. They pulled a few megatonnes of water and minerals out of the system and moved their fleet on to threaten other systems. And so all that was left was a barren colony on a half-terraformed planet scarred by resource extraction, a few hundred thousand inhabitants, and a handful of ships capable of interstellar flight. Oko ships would pass through every few years on their way to markets worth stopping at. They were built of sculpted metal, polymers, and diaphanous carbon crystals: reminders of the wealth of their race and how easily they'd been sold away for peace of mind. Suno grew up surrounded by that resentment. He knew he was wronged and he knew what he deserved. He grew up without ever missing the chance to see one of those Oko merchant ships, always dreaming of being one of those aboard. He longed for wealth, education, long life, escape — all that he thought he should have had. The only was he saw to get it was certainly extralegal, but that was the path he chose. If someone wronged him, why couldn't he wrong others? Within twenty years, he was near the top of a piracy organization that had made itself known in four systems: they would jump in, find a target, subdue what were normally entirely insufficient security systems and personnel, hijack ships, sell off stolen materials, and ransom the crews from the relative safety of their base in the Anu system. He was wealthy enough to get all that he had been wanting: he had good doctors, equipment better than he had ever seen as a child, leisure time to read and become the kind of snob he'd always claimed to hate but secretly envied. Life life worked like clockwork until, one day, it didn't, and Suno and his compatriots ended up in a cell on an E.S.A. cruiser. When a man in a suit with a strange proposal came along, freedom sounded like a pretty good option.</s> <\|message\|>Suno Lisuli Well, things would just go exactly as planned, despite whatever the hell had just happened. Obviously, Suno was just as in the dark as everyone else, but he was running through some possible culprits in his head: these terrorists might have more interstellar reach than he knew about; someone aboard the ship might actually have done it; or, perhaps most likely, it was some other agent that he didn't know about yet. Still, the timing of the explosion freaked him out. He didn't want to come this far just to be framed for something he hadn't even done. He'd very much prefer to hang by his own noose, thank you very much. With that thought, his attention turned to the planet displayed on the table in front of him. It was really of borderline comical uselessness, so he assumed most of the others had optical augmentations running just like he did. His were giving him overlays from the ship's databases; they displayed information about the atmosphere, landmass percentage, locals' physiques, relations with humans and other species. Except for the last item, they might as well be headed for a planet on any system in the human domain. He'd run some checks in biological databases soon, just to make sure his weapons were properly suited. He hoped there would be enough information. Even with such a reclusive species, there should be some basic medical information somewhere, and if there had been, it had probably been gathered by the humans putting this mission together, cached into the ship's library. If not, he'd do some more searching. He'd collected some petabytes himself over the years, but none of it was very well-catalogued. He could automate something for the search, but... He started running some searches in the ship's library, hoping something would come up quickly. If not, he'd have some work ahead of him. Suno didn't really have any questions. He was pretty focused on making sure he knew his enemy. Once he'd gotten that down, he expected to be able to avoid offending them. He'd had plenty of experience both keeping his mouth shut and shooting the shit.</s> <\|message\|>Lex Hargrave "Alright, good." Lex said as he looked over the crew, no questions raised which surprised him but it made his job easier. To be honest, he didn't know very much about the world anyway, just the basic information that had been transmitted to the ship. Just as he was about to speak again Eve peeped up, stating that the ship had just exited hyperspace and the autopilot was drifting it towards the world. He was again surprised, this time at how quick the jump had been. "Captain, several small vessels are approaching the Vigilance, they appear to Aur'axean starfighters, they are attempting to communicate with us" Eve said, her voice speaking into the conference room along with the rest of the ship as Lex jogged out of the room, heading towards the cockpit. The automatic doors came open as he bounded in, pressing a button on his captain's chair which displayed a hologram of someone. It was a head, but it was covered in a red and white hood which covered all of the face except for its shimmering yellow eyes, and top of the nose. The skin was a blueish grey, the eyes seemingly staring right at Lex who looked curiously as the displayed figure spoke, their voice deep and rich. "Attention crew of the S.S. Vigilance, this is Kos'Zor Voha Iafal'Hara, representative of the Aur'axean people. We were alerted of your impending arrival ahead of time but that you must have a full military escort towards the planet's surface as we have discovered that you vessel most recently departed from the Roosevelt Space Station, which since your departure has been utterly annihilated. We find this most peculiar and will take the necessary actions. Follow our instructions and no harm shall come to you." The alien said, as its hologram fizzled away, right as two fighters veered right over the Vigilance, seemingly leading it towards the planet. "Captain, the Aur'axean are requesting that once we land that all crew exit the vessel, they want to give it thorough search. They also request to question and scan each crewman." "I don't think they need to do that, maybe we can talk them out of that, but for now, do as they say, I don't want to start an interspecies war today." Lex said as he spoke to the A.I., then turned towards his crew which had followed him to the bridge. "Amelia, take the helm, bring her down gently right where they want you to. Rose, keep your eyes out, I don't think they'll try anything, but it doesn't hurt to be careful," He said to the pilots then turned to the rest of the crew. "Ro'Essel, we should take care of that mind linking right now, before we get dragged into something. Everyone else, suit up and prepare to exit the ship. We are still on mission, so take weapons, armor and any equipment you need. And last of all, stay calm, I had a feeling we'd get knotted up with that mysterious explosion..." He said, sighing as he walked out of the room, signaling for Ro'Essel to follow him.</s> <\|message\|>Ro'Essel Ro listens to the Captain then hears the announcement of the Aur'axean fighters and followed the Captain into the cockpit area telepathically where she observed the Aur'axean introduce themselves as being Kos'Zor Voha Iafal'Hara and how even though they'd requested the Vigilance help them they displayed distrust by demanding that they surrender the ship for what they say is a search. She was curious about their motives and though she was unaware of the old terra adage "Distrust breeds Distrust" it was how she felt. She now hoped to get close to one of the Aur'axeans so that she might scan their thoughts and learn their truths.. The Captain then mentioned needing to link and at first she was going to do so but his demeanor told her that he wished it to occur elsewhere so she followed him.</s>	<\|message\|>Suno Lisuli Suno was not exactly pleased by these developments. They were walking into a situation of sure military inferiority without any guarantee from the ESA that they were still being backed. For all they knew, the planet's defense forces could be planning to destroy the Vigilance as it came down, maybe as a favor to the ESA. And then, think of all the fuel that was about to be wasted in this de-orbiting maneuver. Whatever, Suno wasn't paying, but still. As for starting a war, Suno was pretty sure they wouldn't be much of an issue, for him at least. He rarely was the first one to start things. And even if something did go badly, Suno was pretty sure he'd be dead. The consequences really didn't matter to him at all. Accordingly, Suno's line of thinking was not exactly positive as he walked down to his room and then the hangar. He inspected all of his weapons and equipped himself as best he could, ran a diagnostic test on his ship, and checked the results over manually. He walked back up to the ship's exit near the bridge, nervously tapping his fingers on his pistol. He stared at the airlock door, occasionally checking the readings of the altimeter in his hud. "I have a bad feeling about this," he announced to no one in particular.</s>
<\|description\|>Silas Martin Shaw Criminal?: Yes Convicted for: Allegedly Pre-meditated murder. (Forcibly removed physical augments from the victim causing near instant death) Species: Human Gender: Male Sexual orientation: Heterosexual Age: 28 Appearance: Height: 6 feet Weight: 192 lbs Apparel: Silas wears standard issue military armor underneath his camo. An example of Silas's camo. Worn in addition to his armor. Weapons: The sniper rifle in the above photo is Silas's goto weapon. It's not by any means standard issue. It's capable of connecting with a target from extreme distances. The rifle has a variety of zooms and vision modes. Silas named the rifle Rose. A custom made revolver with a built in laser sight. The magazine holds 12 high caliber rounds. For last resorts, Silas carries this knife with him. The knife is capable of delivering an electric shock. Equipment: Standard Issue Medical Pack, Dried/Smoked Meat (Beef Jerky), Smart camo device (It's wired into the armor Silas wears) The smart camo device functions similarly to a chameleon's skin. It blends with the area around Silas. Silas's Helmet: The helmet has multiple vision modes: Night vision, thermal etc.. It also provides a reticule to assist in aiming as well as providing environmental data (wind speed, temperature etc..) Personal Starfighter: Scratch the word police. This is Silas's personal ship. Armed with only ballistic auto cannons it's not very suited for combat. It is designed for speed and manuverability. Skills: Long distance shots, General Combat, Skilled small ship pilot Weaknesses: Women Powers: None Personality: Not completely in line with what you might get from his crime. Serious by nature. Would not casually go on a mission or without plenty of intel if at all possible. Does not like being single. Humble. Lets his skill set speak for itself. Biography: Silas was born on a near Earth Colony named Eros. Life on Eros wasn't easy. The people there had to live off the land and favored bartering over standard currency. So Silas grew up learning to hunt and farm with his father. Silas's mother died in a freak accident in a hover vehicle. Silas is a one of kind soldier. Hand picked for a special military program code-named Dark Matter. Silas went through 2 years of hardcore training. He learned a variety of skills from survival in harsh climates to assassination techniques. Since war hasn't been prevalent in many years Silas's skills were used for secret missions. The majority of his missions were killing obscure targets or even political targets without leaving evidence. He did this for six years. After retiring Silas was placed into a protection program to keep him safe from any who would figure out his past. Soon after Silas's retirement he was spending time in a bar with friends when a bar fight broke out. While protecting his friends he got in a fight with a rich college kid and hurt him badly. His father had connections. Using those connections the family of the kid framed Silas for a murder.</s> <\|message\|>Lex Hargrave "I understand Rose, if you don't want the position then you don't have to take it. Also, you all don't need to call me 'sir', we're not really enlisted soldiers in the military. You can just call me Lex, no need to be that formal." He said to the group with a smile. "Thanks for the input as well. Makes my job easier when the people I'm supposed to captain give honest opinions," He said, scratching his head before glancing at Oliveia. "You know the ship has its own personal AI, Oliveia? I don't know how advanced it is but I figured I should bring it up to you since you are one as well, though when I walked into the room I thought you were a human." He said with a grin before he looked at Amelia. His attention turned to Ro'Essel as she popped out of her seat and introduced herself and more. He rose his eyebrows in curiosity at the gesture, but a smile appeared on his face as he spoke towards her. "You sound like your skills will fit in great with the crew, Ro'Essel. I'm not really sure if we can do a skills test though, I don't know if we have the time nor means to properly do that. I appreciate the honesty in bringing up the idea, though." He said then looked at Amelia. "The position is yours if you'll have it." He said to her.</s> <\|message\|>Amelia DuPont Amelia watched the exchange with some interest. Her father had always taught her to take note of everything people said because in his own words: 'It is their thoughts, and how you interpret them, rather than your own that win battles, favor and lead to advancement in body, soul and career. This has led to her strategy and overall outlook in life being a particularly effective type of reactionism. It paid dividends aboard her first vessel when she managed to gain control of the captain by conditioning his mind to be subconsciously cautious of her response to his commands. He finally got her transferred off his craft to a frankly much nicer Naval cutter with a very tenuous command structure and disliked Commander. Amelia had started to gain a mental picture of what she was up against as her now crew mates discussed who would fly the SS Vigilance. Lex produced a hologram which displayed a very fine craft indeed. Larger than the Donetsk, but it also looked like it was easier to fly. Her nominated rival, Rose, voluntarily stepped down and the captain's gaze subsequently fell upon her. Wow, a promotion. She'd played second fiddle until now. The helmsmen on the Changde and the Donetsk had both been wonder boys who could jump the ships through a pin head, she'd been there to temper their raw talent and handle the combat and managerial side of things. Wasn't it ironic that she'd been offered her largest career opportunity once her career was effectively over. She stood up slowly and reluctantly saluted before looking quickly at Rose, who sat a few places down from her. "I'll need a co-helm to manage auxiliary navigation systems and produce trajectory algorithms, but apart from that i'll have him singing." Her deliberate bucking of the Naval trend of feminizing spaceships had very nearly got her kicked out of the Academy for insubordinate behavior. This had only served to encourage her to bring it up at every possible opportunity. She directed the same intoxicating smile at the captain for a split second before sitting back down again. In the back of her mind she'd had no doubt she was would land the responsibility of Helm. It was as if she'd been born for this role. The Vigilance itself was practically her dream vessel, right down to the (what looked like from the hologram) Rolls Royce Tamerlane thrusters.</s> <\|message\|>Drew Knight Drew listened intently to the introductions given by the rest of the crew. After all, if he was going to be in close quarters with all of these men and women, it was best that he get to know them sooner rather than later. Fortunately enough, he felt like in large part, he'd be able to get along with most of them. Despite the fact that certain members were, for lack of better word, unusual. And then it came to Oleander, as she'd introduced herself, Drew's interest was immediately piqued. She wasn't human, and that alone wasn't all that interesting to Drew, as much as the fact she wasn't alien either. Her last name, Oliveia, also rang bells. As in the Oliveia, one of the top minds in cybernetics. Drew had no idea he'd been working on an AI. Let alone an AI that could pass as a human. Most androids were quite obviously androids at first glance. Oleander, though, he'd had no idea. And if she was here, but Oliveia wasn't, Drew had to wonder what had happened. Had she killed her creator? No, Drew definitely would have heard about something like that. Was she made for an illegal purpose? No, because her programming would be centered around that purpose, and she'd have introduced herself as such. More and more questions popped into Drew's head about her, and more and more went unanswered. Drew wasn't allowed the time to read up on his future crewmates before being introduced to them. But If there was any dossier he was going to skip over now, it certainly wouldn't be hers. Drew had to admit, though, that the idea of the systems tech being a Mesocricetian wasn't exactly exciting to him. He'd never actually dealt with one in the past, but he knew about them. His university days taught him about the behavioral inhibitors of human design. Mesocricetians were always on the verge of killing the thing next to them, even one of their own species. And judging by his introduction, this guy was far from being sociable. Unfortunately for Drew, it looked like the engineering bay was going to be a huge barrel of laughs. It was about then that Lex threw down the hologram on the table and asked for a ship pilot. With only two names offered forth, Drew didn't really have input. His impression of Rose and Amelia were about the same -- neither was someone he would place a lot of trust into for now. What excited him more was the ship itself. Honestly, Drew was impressed that the alliance would give them command of a craft as advanced as the Vigilance was. He would have jumped at any chance to be able to work with alliance tech, honestly, but the Vigilance itself seemed like a powerful craft for a smaller team such as this, and there was no expense spared. Should the hologram be accurate, and why wouldn't it be? Drew was going to have the time of his life just examining the craft, let alone working on it. Impending doom aside, he could think of worse places to die. And then suddenly the last crew member spoke up. Drew had assumed that Ro'Essel, as she called herself, was just shy. But that was certainly not the case, as her introduction was much longer than everyone else's. He was forced to try his absolute hardest to not laugh as she explained that she was blue in a completely serious tone. He didn't think less of her at all, in fact, the fact she was blue probably meant something. But it was totally lost on him, and she certainly wasn't acquainted with human conversation, that much was clear. Rose turned down the offer to pilot the craft, and so it fell to Amelia. Just as well, Drew thought, it wasn't likely he'd be near the bridge all that often, anyway. Drew leaned forward in his chair, "So it's awesome that we have a pilot and all." he spoke up, "but when are we gonna get on the ship? I'd like to actually see what I'm gonna be working with." he asked.</s> <\|message\|>Suno Lisuli So, Rose wouldn't be the pilot. That worried Suno a little bit, but at the end of the day he'd gone into this hoping for freedom but expecting death. He just wasn't sure this was a situation where he enjoyed being right. Then the "Star of Death" started talking, and Suno could do nothing to wipe the astounded look on his face. He looked around to see if anyone was taking it seriously, just hoping, hoping, that he would never, ever have to rely on this creature, who despite seeming human appeared to be deluded and insane. Or maybe she was telling the truth -- but did it even matter? None of what she said had any connection to their mission. Amelia took the job. Suno figured they could do worse, but the way she looked at Lex creeped him out. Hopefully, on most missions, he'd be in his own credit independent of the Vigilance, where he didn't have to worry too much about Amelia doing something murderous. Then again, shipboard weapons... Suno wondered whether the bracelets were hooked up to the Vigilance itself. A mutiny or whatnot might mean a clean escape.a fun thought, but surely just a thought. If some of them were about to become amateur jewelers, he'd let others take a shot before he ever did. And far away. Drew snapped him out of his bit of plotting. Truth be told, he was getting a lit bored. Or was he anxious? Maye he just wanted not to hear anything more that made him fear for his life. A nap and some time to process everything he'd just seen would be great. There was probably about to be a tour of the ship or some other irritating formalities, though. A map and a nap. That would be fine. Anyway, Suno nodded in agreement.</s>	<\|message\|>Silas Martin Shaw Silas listened as the others stated their opinions. He was a bit worried to learn that Amelia was going to be at the helm. She didn't give off a very trustworthy vibe. It didn't really matter to him though as he was not interested in being on the ship during missions. Just then the Ko'secti female rose to her feet and boasted a bunch of philosophical mumbo bumbo. He knew their species was capable of great feats but this particular one just seemed deluded. Silas kept listening. He was used to waiting for long periods of time either out in the field or waiting in line for chow. The military was all hurry up and wait. Drew just finished speaking. Silas was in agreement. Let's get a move on. He wanted so badly to look down the scope of his sniper rifle again. To feel the sweat come down his forehead while waiting patiently for his target to come into sight. He always got this rush of adrenaline right before he pulled the trigger, but with a deep breath in and out he always calmed himself and made the shot.</s>
<\|description\|>Magnus Blackclaw Criminal?: Yes Convicted for: Seventythree counts of murder in the first degree, possession of illegal weapons, property damage in excess of 8.9 billion, conspiracy to cause mass fatalities, facilitating the production of improvised explosives, eight counts of murdering a member of the security services, grand theft auto, resisting arrest and two hundred counts of assault with intent to cause serious injury or death. Species: Mesocricetian. Gender: Male Sexual orientation: Straight. Age: 15, 35 in human years. Appearance: Magnus is a long haired Mesocricetian, meaning that the fur covering his body is roughly ten inches long, and tapers off into a 'cape' near his hindquarters. The colour of his fur can best be described as 'charcoal', with vertical stripes of white, black and grey going from one end of his body to the other. He has a nasty scar behind his left ear, which is coloured white (whilst the other is black), and new fur has yet to grow over it. His eyes, customary of his people, are black. Magnus' pointed nose is slightly crooked, and missing thin strips of fur across its length, whilst his incisors are yellow and nicked in places. Height: On four feet, roughly 5ft. On two feet, roughly 7ft. Weight: 321 ibs. Apparel: Magnus wears an improved version of the Mesocricetian Quadrupedal Ballistic Combat Armour (QBCA). QBCA is made from square fragments of plasma treated steel titanium bound together by a leathery synthetic anti-ballistic material known as targon, and forms a jumpsuit that protects a Mesocricetian's vital organs. The visual effect is not dissimilar to a turtle's shell, and so many refer to the QBCA affectionately as T-shell. As Mesocricetian soldiers move on all fours, and stand only to aim their weapons, the shoulder, back and arm areas of the QBCA are extra thick. The chest and stomach regions, therefore, are more susceptible to missiles. However, this allows Mesocricetians to maintain their dexterity. Magnus' version is made from the latest lightweight anti-ballistic materials, allowing him to move quickly and easily whilst still benefiting from the effectiveness of QBCA affords its user. Additionally, Magnus wears a Panzer Helm III, or PZH III. The Panzer Helm, designed by Earth's military, was developed especially for Mesocricetian infantry. Essentially, it is a thickly armoured helmet, covering the face, ears and neck with blast-resistant alloys. Moreover, each Panzer Helm comes fully equipped with 'Optical Assist' technology, which works to provide the otherwise near-blind Mesocricetians with almost 20/20 quality vision. Optical Assist also features night-vision and thermal imaging modes. Weapons: The Mount Sinai Munitions Corp MS-32K, Meso Variant. Smaller than the original, and lacking some of the range, the MS32KM is designed for the smaller arm-length of the Mesocricetians, making for a more comfortable grip. Equipment: Energy powered arc welder, capable of cutting through several types of materials. Personal starfighter: N/A Skills: Engineer, Systems Technician Weaknesses: Extremely susceptible to rapid temperature changes. Powers: Behavioural Inhibitor Off Switch - Magnus' Behavioural Inhibitor can be controlled by the team's designated leader. Deactivating it will instantly revert Magnus to his native mental state, and he will attack everyone. Whilst this may seem rather pointless, and potentially dangerous, a Mesocricetian's natural high aggression and resourcefulness can be an ace card when situations go to shit. Personality: Magnus is very quiet, and barely speaks. Although he does grunt a lot, in fact, grunting is all he seems to do. He will often zone out if someone talks to him about anything other than the mission, displaying his obvious disinterest in what they may have to say. Biography: Magnus lived an ordinary life as a dockyard systems engineer, grinding away 9 til 5 every day without much purpose - like many of his kind. One fateful morning during a routine logistical systems check, he suffered a serious head injury when a crane lost its grip on a container, and released it on top of him. Consigned to a coma for four weeks, Magnus' damaged behavioural inhibitor went undetected by hospital staff. Upon waking, he thanked those who had helped him back to health, promptly left the hospital, murdered a weapon's store owner, took a stash of guns and waged a one man war against his own peoples. Six days of death and destruction later, and Magnus was finally apprehended. Hundreds had been killed or wounded in a rampage that had torn half a city to pieces. Although originally sentenced to death, the Meso Supreme Court took mercy on him, noting that his actions were committed out of "diminished responsibility" due to his damaged behavioural inhibitor. His resourcefulness and ruthless efficiency during his killing spree grabbed the attention of a local human admiral, who had caught news of the tragedy. Morbidly impressed that a single Mesocricetian with no military background could do so much damage to a civilised and otherwise passive society, the admiral flagged Magnus' name to his superiors. Consequently, Magnus' impending life sentence with no chance of parole was automatically replaced by an ultimatum of joining Oblivion Squad. Not wanting to rot in a cell for the rest of his life, Magnus accepted.</s> <\|message\|>Suno Lisuli Suno watched with a good deal of curiosity as Lex was shoved into the room. He'd figured the last seat was for someone important, but, now that he got a look at the guy, he couldn't help but laugh a little to himself and wonder who made a captain out of him. There had to be some reason, even if it was just some military planner looking at a list and rolling some dice. Actually, that was probably it. He decided to stop zoning out and listened to the military guy give his little talk. He couldn't really see him, though, because his head was hardly above the level of the table. Also among the group were quite a few femmes fatales, which held no sway over Suno, although he was looking forward to seeing what they might effect among the other members of their species. Speaking of which, they were about the Captain's age and should be in their prime. Nope, he thought to himself, following the hulking military type's gaze. That one's definitely not human. And what has she been thinking about this whole time? Better not to be counting on someone who does that much daydreaming. He'd all but forgotten the anklets. That brought him back to the fact that his feet didn't touch the floor, which was sort of annoying him. Oftentimes, he'd just stand or kneel in chairs, but the guards seemed a little too gruff to warrant asking if that was alright, let alone just doing it. The mission really wasn't that important to him, just as it wasn't to the man who described it. He'd already concluded that the only kinds of missions they were going to be on were ones too risky for any normal unit. Really, it was kind of tame. They could've just been told to "invade a star" or something just as blatantly suicidal. And now everyone was going around introducing themselves. Suno tried to make a note of each name, but he didn't expect much of himself. The captain was Lex, who seemed like a pretty nice guy, though absolutely not what he was expecting. Drew seemed likeable and maybe even someone worth depending on. The military-type prick who, by the looks of him, had something small and worth hiding in his pants, turned out to be called Jorman. Suno decided "Mr. Overcompensation" fit him better, though. The introductions kept moving around the table. Suno only caught the end of what he said, but that Thomas guy was a certified looney; he must have had some serious skills to get him on here. Either way, Suno wasn't letting the guy near him. Then the second femme fatale was up, who definitely wasn't mentally normal. Definitely some sort of empathic disorder, probably at least three homicides. He hadn't even realized the woman sitting next to him wasn't, technically speaking, a human. Or at all. He thought she'd just been quiet, not a science project gone wrong. She was kind of endearing, though. The humans probably would be creeped out by how uncanny she was, but he didn't have the same issue. He was up. He nodded at the android, and looked around the group. "Suno Lisuli." He said simply and slowly. He smiled and turned to Lex while the introductions continued.</s> <\|message\|>Silas Martin Shaw Silas sat in his chair next to the pretty blonde who he purposefully chose to sit by. He watched the man who would be his Captain get shoved into the room. Given his military background he wasn't used to seeing superiors getting treated this way, but he knew that this time it was different. This wasn't a group of disciplined military personnel and he would just have to get used to things being different. He listened intently to the Vice Admiral as he gave his speech every now and then glancing at the others in the room to make sure they were paying attention as well. He was trained to always look out his for fellow soldiers and so it was a force of habit for him to pay attention to even the small details in a situation. He waited until after the speech and everyone gave their introductions before he decided to speak up. He was also very surprised to find that the blonde he sat by was not human. She just seemed lost in thought. He didn't think anything else about her blank look. Silas not one for introductions stood up and introduced himself. "Hello everyone. My name is Silas Shaw. I am looking forward to working with everyone here." He returned to sitting. His introduction a bit bland but it was simple. He didn't feel the need to flaunt his background or brag about his abilities. He assumed most of everyone will probably read up on each other as he intended to do as well. His mind was on the mission. And he was excited to be back to doing something. Being a civilian again was killing him anyways. He took one more look at everyone in the room with him and then down at his ankle bracelet. Maybe being framed wasn't such a bad thing. It got him back into doing what he does best. This is home now. And strangely he was no longer apprehensive about being here anymore.</s>	<\|message\|>Magnus Blackclaw Humans. Disgusting. Perverted. Oppressive. Magnus chewed quietly on a salad-serving of 3 Tier anti-depressants; a medical must for the Mesocricetian with a few identity issues. His pupils, camouflaged by the overall blackness of his eyes, darted from one "colleague" to the next, all the while the human Vice Admiral carried on with his dramatics. A brief thought entered Magnus' mind to kill them all - he could do it! It'd be easy. Chomp on the grizzled little man next to him, who was doing everything he could to avoid the Mesocricetian's gaze, bound over the table and chew a guard to death. He'd get shot a bit, sure, but he'd have time to grab a - The thought was struck from his mind like a rogue card from a deck. Courtesy of his beloved Behavioural Inhibitor, and the defacto cause of his current nightmare. It was a tough life to live; being born to be something, only to have some piece of finite alien technology cancel out any instinctual endeavours at every turn. After his rampage on Meso, Magnus had come to understand the dreaded "10%" - the Mesocricetians who refused the behavioural inhibitors, and lived on the far fringes of society under careful observation from Meso's security forces. Sure their lifespan was about 5 years or so, owing to the high fatality rate of a never ending death match, but at least they were free. How he lon- His mind ran blank again, and he silently cursed the void in his thoughts. During his reverie, it appeared that the old bastard had departed. Magnus hoped his words weren't of importance, and were only confined to drama, because he'd taken none of it in. There was talk of terrorists, and a planet he hadn't heard of - that was when he zoned out. What else was there to know? He and his "colleagues" would be thrown into some asshat of a situation, with gun in hand, and told to kill or be killed. Magnus had no trouble with killing, in fact, one of the guards' pistol holsters was undone. If Magnus could get to him, in one fluid movement, he co- Nothing. "Urgh," Magnus grunted, unaware he had made his displeasure audible. He quickly worked his blunder into an intelligent statement. "Magnus Blackclaw. Systems Engineer, specialising in robotics; I'm the mindless drone that programmes and maintains a dockyard's conveyor and automated systems. That's all you get to know. Now when do we get this shit over with?"</s>
<\|description\|>Aedan Chistopher Selwyn Date of Birth: April 4th, 1988 Appearance: Blood Status: Pure Blood. Personality: Quiet, perceptive, and cunning Aedan is a very fast thinker and thrives on split second decisions. He has a good mind for how spells work and has little trouble learning and casting. As a Selwyn he has been brought up in the traditional pureblood lifestyle. However Aedan has issues with standing still for to long and tends to get headaches, which have been blamed on him having heightened senses. Wand: Red Oak and Phoenix Feather. House: Slytherin Best Classes: DADA, Charms, Transfiguration. Worst Classes: Potions, Herbology, History of Magic, Astromancy. History: Aedan was born to a pureblood and very muggle racist family. He is cunning, smart, sly, and quick with spells that other first years would probably not even try. He's obsessed with the dark arts, and studies the techniques and spells from the Death Eaters. His parents kept him shielded from the worst of the fighting during the war but there was only so much they could prevent him from seeing. As the time got closer and closer to him attending Hogwarts he made a pact with himself, despite his heritage and love of the Dark Arts, he would watch and wait, patiently deciding how he was going to go through school.</s> <\|message\|>Alex Beta Alex had truthfully been surprised by where she was sorted. Her father had never attended school, being a bit too free spirited to learn in a traditional environment. However, on the other end of the spectrum her mother had been a Slytherin, a trait common to pure bloods back in her day. Alex had heard whispers among the students, saying the hat didn't discriminate based on what your parents were or were not. Regardless Alex walked over to the Hufflepuff table, full of pride. Before she even sat down the older students began cheering and clapping for her, glad to have new students in their house. One of the students even moved over on the bench, giving Alex a space to sit down. Alex, friendly as ever, took her seat with a wide grin. The excited girl listened to Professor McGonagall as she began the opening ceremonies. She spoke of the War, something that Alex was well informed on. Her mother had to leave their home next year to meet up with other Witches of her caliber. And her father was always grumbling and ranting to Alex about how unfortunate and pointless the whole battle was. Alex's attention returned as Professor McGonagall began to reiterate the rules. The no spell casting in the halls rule, she didn't see herself following too well. As well as the Forbidden Forest rule. Calling the forest forbidden just made Alex want to explore it even more. What Alex hadn't expected was the sudden uproar of chants at the ban of Weasley's Wizard Wheezes joke shop items. Students all around Alex began to stand up on their seats, clearly unset at this. Alex remained quiet, maybe unaware of the weight this decision carried in the students, and was relieved at how Professor McGonagall handled the situation. The air in the room seemed rather tense, that was until the food arrived. Alex happily began to feast, laughing and talking along with the other Hufflepuffs around her. It was amazing how suddenly the young girl was able to make friends and joke with them as if they had known each other for years.</s> <\|message\|>Darius M. Anderson He immediately loaded his plate. Darius felt a small smirk flit onto his lips as he filled the glass china with an assortment of lean dishes - a t-bone steak, some mashed-potatoes on the side, and a large, hearty filling of steam vegetables. Ignoring the butter beer - he really didn't see how it was delicious - the young boy quietly looked to his left. He had heard of house-elves delivering food and drink underneath an illusionment charm, but he doubted it. Maybe they would cater to his wishes, just this once? "Do you have any Sprite?" His favorite drink back home. There was hesitation, and then, with a small pop, a cool, refreshing can of the fizzy drink was sitting beside his meal. Allowing his smirk to grow into a slight grin, Darius drank with polite gusto, almost finishing the entire can before he dug into his steak. The meat was thick, tender, and slightly well-done; just how he liked it. It was truly amazing how they managed to get every little thing just right. As he dined, he allowed his eyes to roam over the others. Sitting by a few first-years, he felt a bit awkward. He was one year older, but even then, it slightly surprised him how little some of them were. They were ten and eleven years old, he remembered, but it was still weird to see it. Relinquishing an inner shrug, Darius returned to his meal, not really interested in any small-talk at this moment. He truly wanted to explore the building, and perhaps find a library to go over some first and second year spells - he could probably even try out third yeared ones! It was an exciting thought, and he continued to eat his food at a sedate, yet slightly hurried pace, making sure not to spill in his haste. As he ate a load of brussel-sprouts, allowing them to crunch at the back of his teeth, Darius' ears honed in on a conversation not even a few seats away. A hufflepuff male had come over to their table, and was talking to his brother. He wasn't really interested, until the term 'death eaters' came up. Now...that was interesting. He realized that he had been blatantly staring with fork in hand, and the First-Year promptly began eating, although his ears were now on the two boys' conversation.</s> <\|message\|>Skylar Brookes Skylar had enjoyed the train ride to Hogwarts, using the lengthy journey to finish a book and work her way half-way through another. She had hoped that she might finish the second book during the feast, however sorting and other conversations proved to be too much of a distraction. Bearing the last name of Brookes, Skylar and her brother were among the earliest of first years to receive their house assignments from the hat. First her twin, Jake, and then herself, both making their way toward the Ravenclaw table to join their new 'family'. Sky watched her brother tune out the world and focus on his own book, which looked more like a text book than a novel, she herself turning to socialize with the others of her house. Once the Sorting Hat had been removed from the last first year, the new Headmistress stood before the group and made her announcements, Skylar nodding in approval as this was a woman she could respect. Her smile vanished as McGonagall relayed the rules forbidding the use of Weasley products, Skylar joining the Gryffindors in protesting this restriction. She loved pranks and none were better than those produced by the Weasley Wizard Wheezes Joke Shop, this feeling like a betrayal to her nature. Silenced by the Head Mistress, Skylar retook her seat while shooting the infamous Mr. Filch a nasty glare. Riots aside and rules laid down for all students, platters of food filled each of the tables much to the delight of the students. Always up for food, Skylar stuffed her plate, much to the dismay of her quieter twin, and began scarfing down the food. Bloody red meats, bread and sweets, Skylar's plate was as packed as it could possibly get before she picked it up and waltzed toward the Slytherin table, the most notorious for its exclusive nature. Earning a few looks from some of the older students, Skylar smiled innocently and butted her way into a seat. "So..." Her eyes scanned the faces around her, seeming to search for something in particular. Picking out the newest addition to Slytherin House Skylar pointed her fork at him before speaking. "You, Aedan was it?" Pausing again to take another bite of food, Skylar waited to see if she had the small brunet's attention. "I'm very much looking to make friends with Slytherin House and thought it might help to start by befriending a fellow First Year. Think you could give me a chance?" Something told her this particular kid was going to be an interesting one, he just had an air of intelligence about him that she couldn't help but to be drawn to. She sincerely hoped he'd at least give her a chance but she wasn't stressing too much over it. "The name is Skylar, by the way... Skylar Brookes."</s> <\|message\|>Norvel Ivanovich Orlov Norvel glared at the floor sullenly as he made his way towards the Hufflepuff table, something akin to a pout plastered on his face. Things definitely weren't going his way today – not that he had a problem with the house he'd been sorted into – but his parents had just abruptly decided without him that sending him off to one school while the rest of his friends were sent off to who knows where was a good idea. That, for him, was definitely enough to dampen the mood for… a while, to say the least. He'd tried to cheer himself up with mild success on the train ride on the way to Hogwarts, but the more he thought about it, the more he wanted to do something ridiculously reckless just out of frustration. So he'd just stuffed those thoughts into the back of his mind for now. (…Not that they'd stay there for long, anyhow.) The announcements the headmistress had made earlier all flew right over the boy's head as he'd gazed blankly at some of the Gryffindors who'd been making a ruckus. Something about Weasley products…? (He'd been able to pay at least some attention during the sorting ceremony, but now he was just starting to feel bored.) Norvel was pretty sure none of this concerned him anyway, so he'd zoned out for a while as the headmistress prattled on and on about rules... the Forbidden Forest... staff members... Then he zoned right back in as the smell of food reached his nostrils. The boy perked up with alarming speed and started to shove all manner of food onto his plate. When he finally looked up, he realized some of the other first years were moving to other tables. Norvel gave them a rather suspicious look, but didn't say anything. Were they really allowed to do that, or were they just breaking the rules…? (Not that he was against breaking the rules or anything, he reassured himself. He'd break the rules if his friends insisted they had to, but otherwise, he wasn't particularly working towards breaking the rules, either.) He eventually decided to just stick to the Hufflepuff table. Right, he thought, expression lighting up as he eyed the other first years at the table, Uh… friends. Yeah, friends. Um… Norvel wasn't particularly picky when it came to friends (pretty much anyone would do, actually) so naturally, he shuffled towards the first person who looked talkative enough and tried his best to slap a smile on his face. (Although it did come out looking more like a really thin, forced one. Maybe even a grimace is you looked closely enough.) "Hey," he said tentatively as he took a seat beside Alex, eyeing her curiously, "You're a first year too, right…?"</s>	<\|message\|>Aedan Chistopher Selwyn "Aedan, can you stop staring at the people and tell your parents goodbye properly? We won't see you until the Christmas holiday, you would think that you don't care." Aedan sighed as he recalled the farewell on platform 9 and 3/4. Sure, he loved his parents and for a pureblood family they weren't -to- suffocating but of course the usual 'you have better be in Slytherin' comments were very covertly thrown in. To be perfectly honest Aedan was thinking more of how lucky he was that he was starting school on time and in the correct grade as he had heard already that some kids were going to be held back a year or would be 12 sometimes 13 starting in the first year. Luckily his parents fears were relieved as the hat barely touched his brunette hair when it screamed Slytherin. Waving at his new house as he walked over to it he was clapped on the shoulder and given a warm welcome even as some older students made way. Aedan hesitated for a moment before sitting down looking over at his Cousin in Gryffindor. Jax was an interesting figure for Aedan and the brunette wondered if the older boy knew how much Aedan's mother and father helped them out when they escaped to America. Shrugging he sat down and listened with a bored expression on his face as the Headmistress went over the rules and regulations also ignoring the outburst over the Weaseley's products. Aedan spent the time looking at the various faces around him taking in names and listening to conversations. It paid to be aware and Aedan had a interesting ability to hear very well. When the ruckus finally died down Aedan winced as the tables were instantly full of food and excited talking broke out all over the Great Hall. So much for not getting a headache today. Aedan ignored the food instead simply taking a cup of pumpkin juice and sipping it watching the Great Hall closely. Instantly his eyes locked on the Ravenclaw approaching the Slytherin table, he followed the girl with his eyes sizing her up to be probably his age or a year older, a first year that was sorted a bit before him. She seemed the brainy type but her eyes spoke mischief. She sat down with curious glances all over the green and silver table and Aedan saw her eyes looking around until they found his own. "You, Aedan was it? I'm very much looking to make friends with Slytherin House and thought it might help to start by befriending a fellow First Year. Think you could give me a chance?" Aedan took another good look at her, the black hair and eye color. His eyes picking minute details. She was a pure-blood, had to be. To many of the constant features associated with the sacred 28 not to be. He realized he was staring and took a sip of his juice to cover. "Nmae is Aedan yes. Aedan Selwyn, you're a pure-blood aren't you? Which family are you closest to?" It didn't really matter per se but he -was- interested. "You don't have to answer that if you don't want to, though it would probably alleviate the stares a bit." He pointed to the various older students still staring at the Ravenclaw first year sitting at the table. "But to answer your question Skylar yes I think we could be friends."</s>
<\|description\|>Slick Sloth Zairos III Photo: But with brown hair and blue eyes. Age: 15 Gender: Male Abilities: Slick can manipulate fire and it trying to learn the art of arcana (Arcane magic). Because of human body limits he can only master fire magic. Because of his DNA he can harden any bit of skin, into dragon scales. Also has weird eyes. How can you work in a team: An offensive attacker/tank. Personality: Intelligent for his age, Slick will over analyse things and is very hot headed. He will never back down from a fight if his friends are threatened or his morals are questioned. When asked to do something by a friend or someone he respects, he'll do it without question and efficiently, he'll do this unless it morally questionable. History:(To be told at a later date) Other: He carries a sword sheathe on his back, however it only contains the hilt. He will also only wear something if it's blue, except for white trainers and his gauntlet he will get.</s> <\|message\|>Eris Phyre Lyndwyrm Eris walked through the hallways of the dorm just taking in the sounds and smells as she made her way to her room, "wow they put me in a room with three other people, I wonder what's up with that." She said before reaching the room and opening the door. When she saw that nobody was there yet she pulled out her sword and started carving her initials into the post of the bed she was taking then started putting her stuff away in the dresser making sure to fold everything neatly.</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy Meruin nodded. Well, she wasn't really worried about the hostile creatures; a part of her experience a few years back taught her to have at least three barriers up at any given time. Her barriers that were currently up would be individually be difficult for even the Sol of back then to breach - according to her memories at least. She sighed internally, she kind of missed Sol and the others. Hearing Elza wistful words, Meruin considered her options. She nodded to herself and said, "If you wish, we could spar. It has been awhile since I've fought anyone - the last person I fought was the previous 3rd ranked council member, and it wasn't much of a fight . . ." The man had laughed at her and generously given her a whole week to prepare. Needless to say, he lost before a minute had gone up.</s> <\|message\|>Lani Lockhart Lani walked into her dorm room and saw a girl carving her initials of a bedpost. Weird. Lani just walked to a bed and put her stuff down. She put away the few things she owned. Pandora entered her room and threw her stuff down on a bed. In her bag there was a lighter and quite a few knives.</s> <\|message\|>Marcus Gracy Marcus arrived at the school and decided he should check out his office for when he starts his job as the schools consular tomorrow. On his way there he heard minor rumors of a fight breaking out in one of the girls Dormitories. He thought heavily , should he go check it out or just wait til he's fully reconigazed as the schools consuler. Marcus decided to take the risk and check out who started the fight ,so he can report it to the Head Master. He begin to search through the dormitories asking some of the passing female students about who took part in the altercation that happened before he arrived.</s> <\|message\|>Elza Elza considered this, if Meruin had beat a rank 3 council member then that meant she was quite powerful. Elza really was itching for a spar though, "That sounds interesting, just for fun of course. We can duel here, we don't want to mess up our cool room." she said grinning and her shadow self poofed into nothingness. Elza readied her scythe and turned to face Meruin, "Ready?" she asked, she was quite curious to see how powerful Meruin was. --- Sol walked into his room and looked around curiously, it seemed his room mates stuff was here but the owner was strangely absent. He quickly set his stuff down and set up his sleeping area. Then he curious to see who his neighbors were he knocked and opened the door next to him to see, two boys sitting on their beds and Slick flip down from his position on the ceiling and was appearing to have a conversation with them. "Hey Slick, hey neighbors, my name is Sol my room is next door. Good to meet you." he said smiling and holding the door open for Slick, as it appeared he was leaving.</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy Meruin blinked. That was a fast response. It wasn't as if she disapproved though. The short mage took a few steps back, muttering something under her breath as she did so. Her hair began floating up as if she was under water and her gaze pierced through Elza. Her emerald eyes glowed faintly. "Very well . . . let's begin." A large magic circle flared into life directly beneath Meruin.</s> <\|message\|>Elza Elza grinned, in response to Meruins piercing glance, she could tell this was going to be a good fight. Deciding against a melee attack as she didn't know the nature of the magic circle she instead formed several shadow lances around her and hurled one at her curious to see Meruin's reaction to the attack.</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy Meruin closed her eyes and began chanting. Trusting the natural defenses of the 4 barriers she had in place, she focused only on her next spell. About a hundred magic circles the size of dinner plates shimmered into existence behind her in a 'U' formation, all of them facing Elza. For Meruin, she would hit hard from the very start as a sign of respect. The lances of Elza stopped 3 meters away from Meruin, locked in place by a ring of light. 30 secs until spell goes off</s> <\|message\|>Elza Elza's eyes widened almost as large as the magic circles were. This escalated far quicker than she had expected, which just meant it was going to be fun. Elza's eyes glinted with the light of challenged and she charged Meruin while hurling her other 4 shadow spears at her. If they were stopped she would bring them back and break them into a deadly hail of shadow shards and send them at Meruin as she viciously swung her scythe hoping to break through her barriers.</s> <\|message\|>Pandora Lockhart Pandora looked around. Nothing interesting was happening at the moment. Or at least nothing that Pndora could tell was happening. The real question now was... To burn something or not to burn something?</s> <\|message\|>Deus Ira Deus walked around the Hall of the boys dormitory. He looked left and right for his dorm. 'Woah, the boys dorm is grand, I wonder how the rest of the academy looks like. Deus stopped in front of a door. 'I believe, this is it.' Deus walked in leaving his door open. Once he finished settling down, he walked out of his dorm and began to explore the academy a bit. "Woah, I sure am enjoying this. This is grand. The only place that's big as this is my old home at the monastery, and that's not saying much because it was pretty small. Also all the auras I am sensing here is just too much." He stopped in front of a door that stenched of Demons.</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy Meruin continued chanting. As expected, the barrier stopped the spears, however, Elza pulled them back and sent them flying towards Meruin en masse. Once more, they were caught 3 meters away from Meruin and locked in place, however, the scythe of Elza completely bypassed whatever barrier was responsible and raced towards the short mage. The scythe impacted against a shining rune placed in the air, causing the force to rebound towards Elza. The barrier also came with a curse that lowered stamina - the symbol of the curse was a tattoo of a withering tree that appeared on a random limb. 23 secs until the spell goes off</s> <\|message\|>Elza Elza growled in frustration as her scythe rebounded off another invisible force. Elza's eyes raced back and forth analyzing her defenses. Layers, no doubt anyone one of them would be to much for her to break through so she would have to slid through them and reach the mage before she could finish her spell. She hefted her scythe again but to her surprise it felt much heavier- no her left arm was just extremely weak, the cause appeared to be a strange tattoo like thing of a withered tree. If the other barriers Meruin had did similar effect she would be to weak to fight by the time she made it through the shields. This was going to be a slow method of trial and effort but Elza had no other choice. So she stepped inside the first circle that stopped her shadow magic and then conjured several shadowy lances again and hurled them at Meruin inside the first barrier hoping that she didn't have another one of the like, while also stepping forward to see if she could get through the second wall with just her body.</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy The magic barrier contracted and decreased its area, once again catching the shadows within its range. As of the moment, all of Meruin's barriers were focusing on a smaller area around her, effectively clumping into one space. Meruin opened one eye as she was chanting. A magic circle was glowing in her eyes as if it were branded there, and its exact copy appeared underneath Elza.</s> <\|message\|>Elza Elza cursed silently as her magic was once again caught by Meruin's shields. She was surprised when Meruin suddenly opened one of her eyes revealing a circle in it that was immediately duplicated underneath her. Elza's mind went into overdrive thinking of how to react. Quickly Elza jumped forward and flipped the shadow she had been standing on making the circle upside down facing the floor below them. Elza hurled herself towards Meruin while wrapping shadows around her legs to ensnare her. If her attempt at physical assault was stopped the shadows that were attempting to grab Meruins's legs would suddenly grow spines in an attempt to land a hit on the mage.</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy Chains made of wood snaked from out of the magic circle beneath Meruin - it was not just any ordinary wood however, but wood summoned from a Sacred Tree. It's ability to seal off the strength and powers of whatever it caught increases whenever more wood was involved. They chased after Elza and attempted to bind her completely. Meruin kept her eyes on Elza and ignored the shadows on her feet. A barrier once again stopped her and it came with the same debilitating curse as earlier. The shadows that grabbed her were speared through and destroyed by Meruin's hair, which was now a bit lighter in color. 15 secs until the spell goes off</s> <\|message\|>Pamela Armellia Cruz Meister Location: Entrance to the Boys Dormitory "I wonder if they are around... I really miss the others.", he spoke. He was one of the survivors of that explosion which he didn't want to remember. Thanks to that, one of his closest companions had died. However, he decided to start anew. Cruz wasn't willing to be held by the past no more and he learned this lesson by sheer experience. "I've heard from some students about Slick, Sol and Meruin. I really hope that they survived, it would be a shame to get back without seeing the familiar faces from back then.", he spoke. After saying that, Cruz entered the dorm, moving towards his room. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Lynda "Lyn" Hermit Location: Girls Domitory Corridor Since she was near the window, Lyn looked from it and saw Marcus running towards it. "Oh no, I was caught by the cops. Then again, it wasn't my fault. They were the idiots that were blocking my way for no reason.", she shrugged.</s> <\|message\|>Marcus Gracy "Judging from that statement you must be who I'm looking for. I'm Marcus and I'll be escorting you and those 10 students to the principal's office." Marcus lays his hand on Lyn's shoulder. "Please come peacefully.....I'm not in the mood for any dilemmas."</s>	<\|message\|>Slick Sloth Zairos III Slick jumped from the roof of his dorm onto his bed, closed up the ventilation hatch and began unpacking.</s>
<\|description\|>Slick Sloth Zairos III Photo: But with brown hair and blue eyes. Age: 15 Gender: Male Abilities: Slick can manipulate fire and it trying to learn the art of arcana (Arcane magic). Because of human body limits he can only master fire magic. Because of his DNA he can harden any bit of skin, into dragon scales. Also has weird eyes. How can you work in a team: An offensive attacker/tank. Personality: Intelligent for his age, Slick will over analyse things and is very hot headed. He will never back down from a fight if his friends are threatened or his morals are questioned. When asked to do something by a friend or someone he respects, he'll do it without question and efficiently, he'll do this unless it morally questionable. History:(To be told at a later date) Other: He carries a sword sheathe on his back, however it only contains the hilt. He will also only wear something if it's blue, except for white trainers and his gauntlet he will get.</s> <\|message\|>Tony Hart Tony sighed, so much was already happening. He managed to see Ryan's Tarot Cards, and added a mental note to the thousands he had floating around in his head at the moment. He greeted Deus and Eris, and watched as Sol walked over to the table. He challenged Eris, Hart perked up and watched with interest. Lucy watched as his sister groggily came over to his table and sat next to him. He slid a cup of coffee too her, which she accepted greatfully. Even she, in her tired state, watched the challenge set by Sol against Eris. Would she accept? Tony smiled at Liz and said, "nice to meet ou. I'm Tony, and this is my sister Lucy," as he gestured to the blond haired girl next to him.</s> <\|message\|>Sol ghost in black Sol had been about to reply when a flare of light came from a barely clothed Meruin beside him. He turned to face the source to see Meruin basically wearing a contained rainbow, 5123 barriers.... and here Sol thought his own magic was progessing well. Getting through one of Meruin's barriers was hard, that many, well you might as well not even bother wasting your time, "Most impressive work Meruin, good to see you haven't been slacking off." Sol turned back to face Eris, "Aplogizes for my lack of manners, My name is Sol, a second year student. Keep in mind when you accept my challenge you are of course free to set the conditions for victory." he said making sure that he wasn't exploiting someone for thier lack of knowledge</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan looked at the robe and sighed. This was his one major problem in his quest to become president. He had to compete with Meruin, who was seemingly unbeatable. "Eris, you are being challenged by Sol. Now that he has challenged you, you may dictate when and where you are fighting. There is no declining the challenge." He explained quickly while putting on his jacket.</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy Meruin switched out of the robe by muttering a few words, and was back to wearing regular clothing. "Well, like I said, it's impressive, but impractical. I can't do anything but stand or run while wearing Perpetual Fortress." She looked at Eris and Sol with some interest. While it's true that Eris as a Student Council member couldn't back down from the challenge, her challenger was someone who definitely wouldn't be easy to beat. If he'd improved over the time she had not seen him, then she wasn't sure that Eris could win. Of course, it could just be a bit of bias for a friend, but still . . .</s> <\|message\|>Deus Ira Deus looked at Liz. "Nice to meet you Liz, My name is Deus Ira. And yeah you missed the introductions, I wasn't there for it either, so whatever." Deus said. He felt a little bit excited, he couldn't wait for the ranking battles. But he knew that he needed to train some more. He got up from the table. "Well guys sorry to cut this short, but I need to head back to my dorm. Got some training to do." Deus said as he left the cafeteria.</s> <\|message\|>Marcus Gracy "Tony , 3 (Meruin), stop bickering in front of the children." Marcus laughed standing up and throwing his plate away." Maybe you guys should go see a marriage councilor." He waved good bye." I'm gonna go two, have to be in my office at a certain time. I'll be in the back room so if any of you guys stop by just ring the bell and I'll come out, cya!" He shouted exiting the lunch room.</s> <\|message\|>Eris Phyre Lyndwyrm "Well Sol I have no choice but to accept the challenge but what would the conditions be?" She said half to herself as she began pacing then stopped in her tracks with a smile on her face and turned towards Sol. "How about a tennis match, one on one no outside assistance, an hour after we get our gauntlets on the tennis court we only use magic no rackets."</s> <\|message\|>Elizabeth Moon. Liz for short Liz looked at the Tony's little sister and smiled "Hi, nice to meet you. I have a little sister as well but shes a bit younger then you still." She spoke and finished eating her breakfast before watching Marcus walk off curious of him as he never introduced himself before "Well, It was nice meeting the 3 of you." Liz waved off to Tony, Deus and Lucy as she headed off to the office Marcus mentioned and knocked on the door "Hello~ Are you in there?" She asked and knocked again louder impatient for a response.</s> <\|message\|>Marcus Gracy "Yeah come in!" Marcus was on a computer behind his desk typing with a unsatisfied look on his face. Mumbles a few swears since he can't train until he's caught up on all his paper work."Bullshit." He repeated every time he clicked on the mouse scanning through pages filled with words that are probably important and should be reading.</s> <\|message\|>Elizabeth Moon. Liz for short Liz slowly opened the door and walked in shutting it behind "Hey, you were the guy at the cafeteria." She took a seat opposite him looking at the office space before focusing back in on Marcus "I am Liz nice to meet you." She spoke and got up from her chair and looked at the work he was doing "That looks dull? Is this is what is keeping you from training and fighting people?" Liz asked briefly scanning over the words "Want some help with it?"</s> <\|message\|>Marcus Gracy "Yeah i am the guy from the cafeteria who happens to be named Marcus , 8th on the student council and your councilor for the rest of your life at this academy." He finishes the page and grins evily standing over the computer. He punched a hole through the screen." No that's okay......I think it must've short wired or something." He lied forgetting that she was there when he punch the hole in the screen. "So what did you need help with?" He kicked his feet onto the desk. "Boy problems ,bullies ,drug abuse, alcohol abuse , thinking about suicide ,thinking about getting laid.......did I say boy problems?" He was pretty happy to have his first student to help on the first day of the job ,but you can tell he was anxious to train .</s> <\|message\|>Elizabeth Moon. Liz for short "Well, Nice to meet you." Liz gave a small freaked out chuckle when he punched the hole in the computer and just put it down to something completely different "OH a problem?" Liz asked coming back down from being taken back by his sudden punch "I have no real problem I just came to introduce myself and make sure you would not bored or lonely." The girl explained and pulled out two chocolate bars "Want one?" She asked already starting to eat the first one "Oh, if you want I can help you train as well." Liz spoke with a mouth half full but she was in too good a mood to care about good manners.</s> <\|message\|>Marcus Gracy Marcus grabbed the chocolate and nibbled into it. " Thanks he mumbled as he chewed more pieces of the candy bar. " I......guess you can help me." He walked over to a window and opened it. " I hope you're preparer because I'm gonna try to push my self to my limit in this battle since I have my gauntlet now." Luckily Marcus was apart of the school staff and the staff receives their gauntlets before the students. "Meet me on the track feild ." He said jumping out the window. He causally walked to the track field notice that the damage he , Deus and Tony cause to the feild the other day was gone. " Man, that clean up crew sure does work fast." Marcus stood in the middle of the track field waiting for Liz so he can activate his gauntlet.</s> <\|message\|>Sol ghost in black Sol tilted his head curiously, he had been hoping for something a little more combat oriented. Obviously his opponent had chosen such an event because she believed that she would hold the advantage. Unfortunately Sol was equally sure she was right, it would most certainly be an interesting match up. "Very well then, we shall meet in an hour on the tennis court." he said and moved towards the court and sat down by some nearby seats. An hour to prepare, just what he needed, if the challenge had been immediate he probably would've been crushed. But he had learned from Meruin, time to prepare was time to set up magic. He began concentrating on what he wanted to do to give himself the advantage, the most likely one to succeed would work without a doubt, however it would be very, rude to say the least. Sol stored that plan away in the back of his mind, if worst came to worst he would use it.</s> <\|message\|>Eris Phyre Lyndwyrm "Great see you then" she said as she walked out the cafeteria and towards the Dorm to change into something more suitable for sports. When she came out she was wearing gym shorts and a short sleeve shirt, "well better go set up" Eris said before walking towards the tennis court and moving the automatic tennis ball launcher into place then started lightly tracing runes on the ground with the tip of her sword. To anyone watching it would look like she was dancing with her light blades with the way she spun and twisted and the way the ring of her shadows and her blades rotated and dipped. While she did this she hummed her favorite song moonlight symphony and the light blades shifted changing into giant great swords that obstructed outside view of her.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan sat at the tennis court watching Eris do her thing. "Secret Grimoire Art. See through the veil, The High Priestess." Ryan whispered to himself as the Roman Numeral for 2 glowed on his hand. Ryan saw through the blades obstructing her and was fascinated by the runes. "Quite the setup you have."</s> <\|message\|>Elizabeth Moon. Liz for short "Wait a fight..." Liz was going to object but he had already jumped out the window. She sighed finishing off her chocolate and looking up, she barely knew anything about his powers and she barely had any time to set up but was had given her word to help him train so she would not back down as she made her way to the cafeteria and walking over to Meruin "Hey, can you look after my stuff? I got myself into a fight by accident by being too nice." She chuckled and ran off to the track field "Will this work with only one gauntlet? Last time both participants need their gauntlet." Liz asked "Oh and this is my weapon." She pulled out a water bottle throwing it up in the air a bit a few times "I assume you have no objections to that."</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy Meruin nodded her head and took the things off Liz's hands. Meruin followed her and looked at her opponent. Marucus, part of the Student Council, extraordinarily strong and was able to nullify magic. In other words, Liz was his natural enemy. Her water body was not magic, but her actual body, and Marcus did not have any elemental magics. Unless he somehow had a way to affect Liz in her true form or managed to beat her before then, then this fight was one-sided. "Good luck," she said to Liz. Oh, but that was showing favoritism. "And to you too, Marcus. Give the Student Council back a bit of our pride." She did here the conversations between several students, after all - but it also completely slipped her mind that she didn't do much for their reputation by showing up near naked in the canteen. Oh well.</s> <\|message\|>Marcus Gracy "We're just training 3." Marcus said as he tapped his gauntlet activating the field. He stood in a fighting stance. " I'm positive this one feild will be stable enough for the both of us. I'm gonna attempt to surpass my limit so you should probably activate your strongest defensive spell now." He wasn't trying to be cocky or anything he just wanted to make sure Everything was perfect so he can surpass his limitations.</s> <\|message\|>Alexander Faulkner Alex had finished his business and was now walking back to the main building. He was beginning to like walking wherever he wanted to go as it gave him the chance to observe other people and generaly the world around him. He had been living in a self-inflicted isolation for the last ten years, after the incident. He decided enough was enough. He would return to the outside world and was willing to even use force on himself if it came down to it. On his way back he spotted Marcus and, presumably, a new student, preparing to fight. This seems interesting he thought and sat down in a nearby bench, waiting for the fight to start.</s> <\|message\|>Elizabeth Moon. Liz for short "Well even if this is training I want to go all out as well, so how about what ever the result is we call it a draw? That works out best for us both anyway, you don't want to fall out of the council and I don't really want to be in the council." Liz explained and lifted her hands "With the power of water at my fingertips and the water elemental in my soul I crack the seal." She spoke and the seal on her back that Meruin's master had once helped make stronger glowed as her body quickly changed to being made completely of water "Ok, we can begin now then Marcus."</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy Meruin tried to conceal the small smile on her face. "I see the seal is working properly. That's good." She wanted to ask if it's been any help to her but Meruin decided it would be best to let her concentrate on the fight. There will be time to talk to her later anyway.</s> <\|message\|>Sol ghost in black Sol finally stood up from where he was sitting confident that the array of spells he had prepared would be more than sufficient to obtain victory. He walked onto the court, "Since we can't use tennis rackets are we going to use only magic to control the field? If so then what are we playing to before victory is acquired?" he asked curious to see how this match would play out. Her array of magic was impressive but he was confident that his time spent preparing would be sufficient.</s>	<\|message\|>Slick Sloth Zairos III Slick got out of bed, check his timetable and packed his bag for the day ahead. He realized he had some time to kill so went down to the common room in the entrance of the main school building, hoping to meet some of his classmates.</s>
<\|description\|>Slick Sloth Zairos III Photo: But with brown hair and blue eyes. Age: 15 Gender: Male Abilities: Slick can manipulate fire and it trying to learn the art of arcana (Arcane magic). Because of human body limits he can only master fire magic. Because of his DNA he can harden any bit of skin, into dragon scales. Also has weird eyes. How can you work in a team: An offensive attacker/tank. Personality: Intelligent for his age, Slick will over analyse things and is very hot headed. He will never back down from a fight if his friends are threatened or his morals are questioned. When asked to do something by a friend or someone he respects, he'll do it without question and efficiently, he'll do this unless it morally questionable. History:(To be told at a later date) Other: He carries a sword sheathe on his back, however it only contains the hilt. He will also only wear something if it's blue, except for white trainers and his gauntlet he will get.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan chuckled lightly. He could feel himself not being. What an interesting feeling. He looked at the moon and laughed a bit harder. "This feeling is amazing. I feel so detached." He said to himself. He knew no one could hear him, as he could hear no one. He had gained a deeper understanding of himself in this moment. "I can feel my soul expanding. I can feel The World." He understood so much. It was truly Zen like. The only sadness he felt was that it would not last forever. It was only in this Zen like state that Ryan could activate The World. He looked into the laws of the Universe and shivered. " This is the potential of my Grimoire? I feel so powerful." He knew he couldn't do anything with this power because of Meruin's stronger Grimoire, but it was a nice motivator to see his potential.</s> <\|message\|>Deus Ira Deus: Outside Pandora's Box Deus was no longer himself. His eyes had turned white, as white as the full moon. His hair had also changed to white. The Chains and the Force-Field was dispelled. There was now only agony in Deus' eyes. The World had changed, and Deus could sense it. But he would not give up, he had to survive what he was about to do in order to kill her and get his revenge. He looked at Meruin then at everyone else. He was going to do something he learned recently, but that was Dangerous because the Limits...well there were none. If Reality and Illusion were all just concepts of Perspective, then what was the point of getting revenge. He had to get his revenge, he was an Avenger after all. Deus looked at Meruin. ]"Ha- hahahaha. Take her under your wing? Protect Her? Train Her? I never knew the people at this school would prorect a Mass Murder. Reality and Illusion Huh? The Concept of Perception, Just like her power. The Balance between Reality and Fantasy.. That Accursed power, that which has been hunting me for years....If you think you can protect her, train her, then you're Dead Wrong...Is what I would like to say if you had pulled out this "trick", Everything has a Cause and an Effect Meruin just remember that when you attempt to take her under your wing. That will come to bite you in the arse some years later." Deus looked at the now unstable Pandora's Box. Pandora's Box, was able to transcend Space-Time thanks to Deus for using his Ability Creation technique, but was currently useless against Meruin's spell. The Dark Aura had faded out of Deus, he could no longer go into that mode, Of course, all thanks to Merlin. Deus sat down in a meditating stance. He was attempting to communicate with Lucificus and Merlin. During this time, it appeared as if Deus had fallen asleep. But there were two kinds of Aura that began to emanate from his body. One was a Light Warm Aura and the other a Dark Cold one. Cornelia: Inside Pandora's Cornelia could sense the commotion outside. She had to get out of there. What Cornelia did before she got trapped in Pandora's Box was that she had put herself in an Illusion meaning that if she broke out of her Illusion then she could break Pandora's Box. Man, was she wrong. As she walked inside the house she realized why there was no one in the House. Because today was the ceremony that Changed all of Fate and History with her Brother. The day that Muramasa picked her to be the wielder of it. This changed, no, more like Erased her Humanity and Sanity</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy Meruin was probably going to get a migraine from dealing with these two - it hadn't happened yet, but she was sure it was going to happen. Deus seemed to be mistaken about the reasoning behind her ability, but that was fine; a true magi never reveals her mysteries, after all. It was the secret behind the spell that gave it power, and the less of a secret it was, the less powerful it would be. "I care not for what she's done before, Deus; the fact of the matter is that she is here now, and she will abide by the rules set in place for all of us. I don't want to make a habit of repeating myself, but I will do so for you to understand: This. Is. A. School. It is not your personal ring where you can kill as you wish. The same goes for Cornelia, however you were much closer in your efforts." The short mage shook her head. She was really talking a lot today. Perhaps next time she would marshal a team fight rather than participate. "I know my own limits, Deus. Talking about cause and effect is circular logic when it comes to magic - but that is a discussion for another time." Meruin peered at Cornelia behind her. It seemed she'd yet to break out of the illusion placed upon her. No matter - nothing mattered as long as Hazy Moon existed.</s> <\|message\|>Deus Ira Deus Deus eyes changed, one was Purple and the other one was Blue. This is the phenomenon that happens when many Spiritual Energies gather together in one body. Deus stood up, but this wasn't Deus, but the ancient demon Lucificus and Merlin. Deus looked at Meruin and his surroundings. "Well, Look Lucificus, someone that might be as strong as me in the magic sense. Hello Meruin Hazy, As Deus may have told you I am Merlin his father. The other being in this bodt is an Ancient Demon Lord named Lucificus." "Yo." Lucificus said. Neo-Deus began to feel the ground. They chuckled a bit. "Reality and Illusion. These two things are just figments of our Imagination, that is what our Brain tells us. If we were in an Illusion we would have no way of knowing it, Our Brain doesn't have the capability to perceive Illusions therefore they Perceive it as a reality. At the end of the day it Is Knowledge. The Knowledge to know whether we are in an Illusion or in Reality. Oh, I'm sorry I've seemed to have gotten carried away. Anyways, Meruin Hazy. I have a favor to ask of you. I'm going to unlock this child's memories. During this time he will not be able to differentiate between what is real and what is not (in his memories) During this time he will attempt to attack Cornelia. I would like it if you didn't do anything. This will decide his Future in a way." Cornelia: Inside Pandora's Box Cornelia looked in front of her as her past self grabbed the sword. Mixed emotions were goimg through the head of Cornelia, asking herself if that was the right decision. This would lead her to kill her whole family and make her brother go after her for Revenge. She was crying, but she didn't know why.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan continued to look at the moon when he sighed. He got up and walked towards the forest. "I've no idea whether anyone can hear me or not, but I'm going to the river. Later." He entered the forest and looked at the stream as it flowed. He sat down and began meditating.</s> <\|message\|>Slick Sloth Zairos III Time: 7:00 AM Day: Tuesday 1st day of the second term.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan walked out of his room and looked at the hallways. He headed to the cafeteria to get some food and brush up on his reading. He was beginning to read intermediate level books on elemental combinations and it was fascinating how their molecular structures interacted.</s> <\|message\|>Slick Sloth Zairos III Slick performed his morning routine, and headed down to the cafeteria for some bacon.</s> <\|message\|>Deus Ira Deus: Dorms Deus threw some papers aside. These Papers had mysterious symbols that were glowing on them. "No, No, No! The process is all wrong! How could I master this art, Father mastered every single type of magic, yet I can only master Alchemy, the most basic forms of magic." Deus said in frustration as he stood up from his chair. His hair was in tatters. He was wearing glasses and he hasn't been able to go to sleep, plus he has a silver streak in his hair because of how long he spent studying magic. Deus opened the door to the dorm and began to make his way to the cafeteria for breakfast, with Kusanagi at his side. He was wearing a white lab coat. He sighed. He needed some sleep but he thought that a good breakfast would wake him up. As he walked along the halls he looked outside the window to look at the morning sky, he then sighed. Deus arrived at the cafeteria. Seeing that Slick was already there he walked towards the counter and grabbed two plates of scrambled eggs, a bowl of oatmeal, orange juice, and two apples. He then proceeded to sit down next to Slick. "Thought I'd give you some company. So how are you feeling Slick?"</s> <\|message\|>Slick Sloth Zairos III "Not amazing if I'm honest Deus. Ever since the large team fight at the start of last term, my powers don't feel natural anymore, like they don't belong to me." Slick said staring at his hands.</s> <\|message\|>Deus Ira "Damm, Well If you need help with that, I can help. That has happened to me a few times. Most of the time it is because of an Internal Struggle, like if you're playing tug of war with yourself. It can also be that your full potential hasn't been unlocked yet." Deus said as he scratched his cheek. That certainly was strange. Deus then looked at Slick and activated his Aura Manipulation abilities. He attempted to read his Aura but here was the problem, there was nothing. Deus looked at Slick quizzically. Something was definetly wrong. Deus wasn't able to read his Aura, more like it was transparent, a different "color". "Hey, uh, Slick, after the Team Battles or During them, did you feel anything weird inside your body, like something that directly affected your powers?"</s> <\|message\|>Slick Sloth Zairos III Slick picked his head up and looked at Deus. "Yes. My ability to see the colour of people's souls, just exploded inside of me, then imploded. My powers completely vanished for about a minute, then they returned."</s> <\|message\|>Marcus Gracy Marcus sat in the desk of his office. His blondish brown hair tied up into a pony tail. He was finishing up his daily duties as the schools comsuler before he headed off to lunch. Marcus appearance hasn't changed much, he still looks the same but now has a blondish brown goatee. He stands up yawning and scratching his chest. Yes, he was shirtless doing school work. This was mainly one of the reasons why he tells the students and staff to knock before entering his room. He walks to a coat rack and takes a white shirt off a hanger and dresses himself. His clothes weren't as beat up as they used to be doing the first semester. Back then he got into a lot of pointless fights. He hasn't gotten into a fight in awhile though. It wasn't because of his repetitive losing streak. It was because he needed time to fully control his negative chi manipulation. He did master it around the ending of the first semester and would accept what ever challenge came his way to see how his practice paid off. Marcus exited his room locking the door behind him. The passing by students smiled as the passed him or waved in his direction. Marcus actually liked being the consulor. He got to meet countless numbers of people with strange and interesting personalities. He also liked how sometimes he would deal with relationship problems between the students. Marcus was deep in his thoughts as he walked towards the entrance of the lunch room. He entered and walked directly towards the line fixing himself a healthy meal of chicken salad and orange juice. He sat down at a random table and ate his food quietly.</s> <\|message\|>Deus Ira Deus scratched his head. He then looked at his palm, it had a transmutation symbol on it. He was thinking on a possibility, but it was farfetched and he didn't like it. "It must have probably been from the fight, it was pretty huge. Can I check something quickly, just to see what's wrong with your powers?" Deus stood up, as his hand began to radiate a silver aura. He cracked his neck to the side.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan looked up from his book and frowned. "I do hope you aren't planning on doing anything dangerous. If you were, it would fall under my jurisdiction as a Council Member to stop that." He called out to them. He really didn't feel like demolishing anyone today. He would though if he had to.</s>	<\|message\|>Slick Sloth Zairos III Slick turned to Ryan. "Please don't use threats. He's trying to help someone out, I understand it's your job, but believe me, you'd do the same."</s>
<\|description\|>Slick Sloth Zairos III Photo: But with brown hair and blue eyes. Age: 15 Gender: Male Abilities: Slick can manipulate fire and it trying to learn the art of arcana (Arcane magic). Because of human body limits he can only master fire magic. Because of his DNA he can harden any bit of skin, into dragon scales. Also has weird eyes. How can you work in a team: An offensive attacker/tank. Personality: Intelligent for his age, Slick will over analyse things and is very hot headed. He will never back down from a fight if his friends are threatened or his morals are questioned. When asked to do something by a friend or someone he respects, he'll do it without question and efficiently, he'll do this unless it morally questionable. History:(To be told at a later date) Other: He carries a sword sheathe on his back, however it only contains the hilt. He will also only wear something if it's blue, except for white trainers and his gauntlet he will get.</s> <\|message\|>Sol Interesting, this should be amusing at the very least. "My name is Sol, Marcus I assume you are fine with us doing a little spar correct?" Sol said grinning and pulling out his swordbreaker, while he had no intention of attempting to break his foe's sword it could still be useful for wrecnching it out of his hands and besides, he prefered fighting with both of them. His single eye glinted as he viewed his opponent, yes, this fight should be intresting indeed. @Slendy</s> <\|message\|>Marcus Gracy "I guess I have time for a sparring match." Marcus said unbuttoning his suit and adjusting his clothing to were he could fight in a more relaxed tone. "Stand back students and prepare to witness a remarkable Battle." Marcus stood in a fighting position and closed his eyes. He opened them reviling his now cyan colored eyes. A sphere like gust of wind surrounded him and sprouted put spontaneously covering the whole gym. "Looks like you guys won't be using magic." He smiled knowing the sparring match was now leaning towards him. Since this Sol guy is a new opponent he hoped to catch him of gaurd with his speed and see how he'd coop with it. Marcus stepped forward and appeared directly in Sol's face. "Let the match begin!" He yelled as he threw a medium speed punch aimed for Sol's face. The punch can be dodge but if he decides to not move a powerful gust of wind would be impact his face and probably knock him a few feet back. If the attack was unsuccessful he'd just try his best to quickly go on the defensive.</s> <\|message\|>Deus Ira Deus took a Mental Note of Marcus's Speed. Deus then clapped his hands together and put them on the floor, making a large transmutation circle appear under his hands. Out of the ground he took out a Staff, a silver one. He then clapped his hands again making electricity flow through the staff. This was a different way of using Alchemy, Deus's way. He ran flash stepped towards Sol, he didn't intend to use his sword yet, he wanted to see how good he was. As he was about to hit Sol, Marcus appeared and Deus stepped back. Instead of attacking Sol, he attacked Marcus hitting him with the Electrified Staff. Marcus will either dodge this or resume attacking Sol, which means...</s> <\|message\|>Sol Sol stood there silently viewing his opponents. He had been prepared to deal with Marcus but it looked like the Dues fellow was doing it for him. He opted to simply take step back since they seemed busy dealing with each other, he would deal with threats as they came rather than wasting his energy. The gust of wind flew past him likly impacting into Dues and knocking him back. Sol held himself in a ready stance and waited to see what the next move would be. @BranchOfSin</s> <\|message\|>Elizabeth Moon. Liz for short Liz awoke from her bed. She had been given a single room to herself from this term onwards because of health issues she had started to suffer with. Getting up and getting dressed she headed down to the cafeteria and looked at the food that was on todays menu before taking a small selection and moving to sit on a table on her own away from the other students as she began to eat.</s> <\|message\|>Marcus Gracy Marcus dodge the staff by doing a back flip landing in a hand stand position behind Deus. "Damn it Deus! Marcus shouted while spinning on his hands causing a powerful wind in the shape of a tornado to form. Hopefully Marcus' spinning kick would land a blow on Deus' back. If the attack was successful or not Marcus would land back onto his feet and try to continue his assault on Sol by vanishing and aiming to kick Sol in the head when he reappeared.</s> <\|message\|>Deus Ira Deus smiled at Marcus's action. But he was ashamed that he had not learned to predict his opponents move, for what Deus was about to do, he would need to fix the Gym and Heal the students later. When Marcus had kicked him he made sure to stick the staff to the ground. Deus was sent flying as he took the hit, and once the Electric Field was within range of Sol and Marcus, he activated the Electric Field, making everything inside of it get electrocuted. Deus had never field tested the Technique, but there was a first for everything. This Technique had a 95/10% Accuracy, meaning it was sure to hit anything since. He began to unseath Kusanagi from the Red Cloth. Lets see what happens now, If Marcus negates this then I could use it as a distraction. It all depends on how he percieves Alchemy, whether as Magic or Science. I see it as Science Deus was in one knee, his back got wounded pretty badly.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan looked up as he felt a sudden surge of power. "God damn it Marcus." He looked towards everyone. "I have to deal with this quickly." He dissipated into the wind and reformed above Deus, Marcus, and Sol upside down on the ceiling. 'I'll make sure nobody tries to kill each other.' And so he began to observe and wait for inevitable destruction.</s> <\|message\|>Sol Sol frowned rapidly analyzing the situation. It had gotten out of hard rather quickly and was now threating students, he hadn't expected this. Sol quickly tapped his braclet containing the three of them in a battle cube to prevent damage to bystanders and made his move. It seemed Dues had somehow bypassed Marcus's magic nullifacation while Sol was still limited by it. It seemed incoming lighting was undogdeble in his current state, which left him with little option. Marcus attempted to surpise Sol with his speed but even under the pressure of the situation he was far to fast for an attack on the most mobile part of the body to work. He would've liked to retaliate in a more effective manner but he had to deal with Dues first. A risky manuvear but most likly highly effective, he first ducked under the kick while kicking Marcus's other leg hopefully bringing him to the ground then Sol hurled his sword breaker spinning into the air, the metal hopefully attracting or deflecting most of the lighting strikes that would otherwise strike him. Then Sol threw his pitch-black sword at Dues's chest to ensure that he would stop doing whatever he was doing. @Slendy</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy Meruin floated towards Liz, a tray of her own food floating next to her. She smiled in greeting. "Good morning, Liz. How are you feeling?" She felt a sudden spike of power that was familiar enough to be obvious who it was. "Marcus . . . and Deus . . . and is that Sol? Ryan is there too but . . ." The small mage shook her head. "It should probably not be of any concern."</s> <\|message\|>Elizabeth Moon. Liz for short Liz turned her head and looked at Meruin who had walked over to her as she started to put away the pills she had been taking "Not bad." The girl spoke putting on a fake smile oblivious of the power going on in the fight outside as she resumed eating her food slowly "Learned anything new?" She asked between bites not wanting to give Meruin the chance to ask the obvious.</s> <\|message\|>Marcus Gracy Marcus barely dodged Sol's counter attack by redirecting the nullifying barrier around his body. He tumbled and rolled to his feet. This Sol guy was really strong and Marcus kept reminding himself that this is just sparring. Since the nullifying ability is now surrounding the perimeter of his body Sol and Deus are able to use their magical abilities. This didn't make Marcus vanerable though. With the nullify protecting his body magical attacks are weakened but can still damage him. Marcus placed his pointing finger and middle finger on his for head and held out his right hand palm. "The Sky's barrage!" He shouted disappearing and reappearing in the air near the ceiling of the gym. Countless of giant balls of cyan energy was fired at Deus and Sol. Good thing Sol activated his bracelet and spawned their new training grounds. Marcus gonna continue the barrage until one of the two decide to become offensive towards him.</s> <\|message\|>Deus Ira Deus saw that Sol had thrown his sword at him. He had to act quick, and decided that he should use Alchemy instead. He Summoned 5 Walls made of Steel to block the sword. He then dashed to the side and began running towards Sol at superhuman speeds. As he hot nearer Sol, he saw thar Marcus was going to unleash an attack and once he did Deus backed off. He Formed a Cage made of pure titanium. While inside the cage, Deus drew a Transmutation Circle on the ground and activated it. With it, He created 5 Golems mads of Water from the particles of water inside the clouds. These Golems, were about 6'9ft. They have the power to Control Water since they were made from Water. Of Course this was A Distraction meanwhile Deus prepared something. In the cage, Deus had begun to dig underground Using Alchemy and by diminishing he Aura and Presence he would not be able to be found. He covered the Hole in the cage so that no one would get suspicious.</s> <\|message\|>Sol Sol leapt into the air towards Dues's cage snatching his sword out of the air and landing next to his other quickly retrieving it as well. His plan had gone of surprisingly well, but he had exchanged one foe raining death from above for another. Since reaching Dues inside his cage seemed implausible at this point and he had no desire to test his strength against Marcus he opted to instead weave between the golems allowing the energy blasts to hit them instead. Whether he could take the energy blasts was in question but he had no doubt that he could dodge the massive golems. As he deftly dodged between the attacks from all parties he began carving invisible runes in the air with his blades. @Slendy</s> <\|message\|>Marcus Gracy Marcus was beginning to realize that the rapid fire of energy was gonna drain him quicker than normal combat. He stopped and slowly free falled to the gymnasium's floor. This was practice after all so there weren't any serious grudges against Sol or Deus. With that Marcus decided to attack the golems and give Sol enough room to hopefully deal with Dues. Marcus smashed through a couple of the golems like a little kid at a playground. This match was very exciting for Marcus. Its been awhile sense he could fight freely.</s> <\|message\|>Deus Ira "Water (35 L), Carbon (20 kg), Ammonia (4 L), Lime (1.5 kg), Phosphorous (800 g), Salt (250 g), Saltpeter (100 g), Sulfur (80 g), Fluorine (7.5 g), Iron (5 g), Silicon (3 g) and fifteen other elements in trace amounts. This Is the basest Components of the Human Body.." Deus said as he used All of His Powers in order to form a Second Body for him, but that would be controlled by his mind. Call it a connection between similar bodies. What he was doing was a sort of Human Transmutation, but not quite it. The Body was already made, so Deus inserted Some of his Aura which included a really small part of his Soul. He then granted his body the ability to use Fire Manipulation. After he was done building the Body, he moved on to Create a Replica Kusanagi, using Alchemy. He already had most base components, but he would use Obsidian as the material of the sword. The Rest was just a matter of Time, during this time, he sent the clone above ground to attack Marcus and Sol. The Clone, used Fire Manipulation to create Jets under his feet and dashed towards Sol with a Fist of Fire.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan observed the fight and looked at Marcus. He considered using a Grimoire ability to observe what Deus was doing but decided not to. He had been abusing his Grimoire too much lately and he needed to only use it as a trump card.</s> <\|message\|>Sol Sol allowed himself a small smirk, so far both Marcus and Deus seemed to be using a large amount of energy while he had be forced to use little to none at this point. It seemed Marcus had given up his assault and was now tearing apart the golems leaving Sol to deal with Dues. Now finished tracing his runes for a safety precaution, he turned to face Dues charging towards him, boosting himself with flame and enhancing his attack. Ah fire, the easiest element to deal with. Sol waved his hand at Dues dismissively and the flame around his feet and hand exploded as they were overloaded with oxygen. That would at least prevent Dues from finishing his attack if not injuring him more severely. Sol observed both Marcus, in case he finished the golems, and Dues; carefully waiting for another attack from either of them. @Slendy</s> <\|message\|>Deus Ira The Clone Deus looked at Sol with a lifeless face. When the Fire had exploded it blew away his hand and feet. The Clone did absolutely nothing. Deus had sensed the Clone's arm and leg explode. Deus then granted the Clone Water Manipulation, and then the Clone used Water Manipulation to heal his wounds. Then he dashed towards Sol once again mindlessly.</s> <\|message\|>Marcus Gracy After Marcus finished off the last two golems by hurrdling one at another he stopped and spectated the battle. As he watch the battle between Sol and artificial Deus he noticed that Deus didn't attempt to block Sol's attacks full heartedly. Then for the first time Marcus understood what was going on. "Its a clone." He said snapping his finger. He began to look around for the original Deus and attack him. "Is....is that Ryan....? Marcus asked himself as he looked at the ceiling. He decided to let that pass and continue his search for Deus. There was only one place he haven't look and that was beneath the floor. Marcus focus an incredible amount of destructive energy into his fist and punched the ground causing a respectable sized crater to replace the floor. Hopefully the crafter would dig deep enough into the ground to reveal Deus.</s>	<\|message\|>Slick Sloth Zairos III Slick walked outside the dormitory with a shovel in hand and a roll of wires slung over his shoulders. "Better start diggin'."</s>
<\|description\|>Slick Sloth Zairos III Photo: But with brown hair and blue eyes. Age: 15 Gender: Male Abilities: Slick can manipulate fire and it trying to learn the art of arcana (Arcane magic). Because of human body limits he can only master fire magic. Because of his DNA he can harden any bit of skin, into dragon scales. Also has weird eyes. How can you work in a team: An offensive attacker/tank. Personality: Intelligent for his age, Slick will over analyse things and is very hot headed. He will never back down from a fight if his friends are threatened or his morals are questioned. When asked to do something by a friend or someone he respects, he'll do it without question and efficiently, he'll do this unless it morally questionable. History:(To be told at a later date) Other: He carries a sword sheathe on his back, however it only contains the hilt. He will also only wear something if it's blue, except for white trainers and his gauntlet he will get.</s> <\|message\|>Sol Sol flinched as he felt a massive surge in power. One that was very famaliar, well two to be precise. "A moment please." he said excusing himself from the conversation and striding purposfully towards the source. Not hard to find at all since it was pratically suffocating from several rooms away. He had devolped a trick for this, although it had many more pratical applications then this. Sol warped the air around him forcing it to remain frozen in time. Thus when he walked into the room with Meruin and her master's the air around him was simply unaffected by thier aruas. Yet. "Pardon me" he said upon entering the room and quickly replicated the magic he had around himself and set it around the portals leaking the oppresive arua freeing the nearby students. "You should really be more careful about that Meruin, you could cause some serious damage if someone isn't expecting it. Hope you didn't mind me evasdropping until your finished?" Sol inquired. Of course the only reason his magic worked was because he wasn't contesting the master's power, he was simply delaying its effect. He was also curious to see just what Meruin had thought so important as to call Chase and Reina for.</s> <\|message\|>Slick Sloth Zairos III Slick began to dig a small hole with his shovel. He then proceeded to dig under the dorm.</s> <\|message\|>Pamela Armellia Cruz Meister, Agni Blackheart and Lynda "Lyn" Hermit Location: Room 102 "Why?! How can you be so blind?! Will you really defend him?!", Agni questioned. Ryan..., Cruz just thought about what Ryan had said back in the disasterous battle. Agni clenched his free fist and and grasped his scythe tightly. "If that's how it's going to be, I'll-", he said. But before he could even move, Agni felt a sharp pain that made him fall. It was a dark magic powered chop that Lyn used on his neck, hitting a nerve. "I hate when guys don't get the message.", she plainly spoke. After that, she helped Cruz to get up and put him on his bed. "Well, at the very least, you're alive. How's the pain going?", she asked. "I'm fine... you don't have to worry that much about me.", he said, looking down.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding. "Well then, how that we're done with this I need to be going. Make sure not to leave him alone again." He passed by Agni and stopped for a moment. "Also, whatever you do with him." Ryan nudged Agni with his foot. " Just don't anything I wouldn't do." Ryan walked out the door. "Also, you have permission to store Mr Cruz in your room if you wish. I don't expect you to stay up all night guarding him." Ryan teleported once he finished that statement he teleported outside. He began his patrol when he saw Slick. "I hope you have a good reason for digging a hole so close to the girls dormitories."</s> <\|message\|>Elizabeth Moon. Liz for short Liz felt pushed back by the sudden aura that was given out and remembered it well, it belonged to the two mages who were Meruin's teacher that she had met at the old school those long years ago. Following Sol to the location she entered the room and saw Meruin talking to the teachers through a phone "Typical, not even here but they throw there presence everywhere" She thought and lead against one of the walls glaring towards the master dressed in gold. Liz did not mind Reina and once considered asking the mage to be her teacher as well but could not stand Chase, a thought shared by the water elemental inside her as well, the dislike was strong enough to make her main goal for continuing to get stronger to beat that master or at least land a blow on her. A thought struck Liz though as she looked at Reina "Meruin when you are done can I speak to Lady Reina alone for 5 minutes or so? I want to consult her on something." (Did a small edit)</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy & @Eklispe Reina nodded. "What is it that you need, Meruin?" Before the small mage could respond, Sol approached her. She nodded as he admonished her. He was right. She was calling them, so it was naturally her responsibility to insure that they didn't cause problems - especially since it wasn't their fault; the two of them didn't know where she would be calling them from, and controlling their aura's was an unneeded hassle for most mages, so it was obvious that they would appear with their aura's fully out. She was calling them from their homes, after all. "You're right, Sol, I'll handle it next time, I promise," she said, admitting her mistake and resolving to improve her barrier-work later today. "And I don't mind you listening. I'm not discussing anything particularly private." Chase and Reina nodded, then turned to Sol. They stared at him for a moment before Reina turned away and Chase grinned. "Oh my~! I remember you! You and that Ryan child were interesting. You've improved as well, almost as much as Meruin~! Truly, Reina's Little One is a prodigious talent!" she said, unashamedly praising Meruin. The small mage in question kept her face straight, though her cheek did redden a little. "Time magic, a very difficult route indeed, most likely impossible for you to harness at its maximum potential, but there is no shame in choosing impossible tasks! Doing as such is how I and Reina are as we are now, after all." It was around this time that Liz entered Meruin's view. She smiled. "Ah, hello, Liz. Apologies for leaving you so suddenly. As you can see, I needed to make a call." Meruin tilted her head at Liz's request. "Well, that's really up to Master Reina," she said, looking at her master. The tall archmage raised a brow as she looked at Liz, looking mildly surprised, then slowly nodded. "It is no problem." In fact, she even looked eager. Speaking of eager . . . "Another familiar face, how very nice to see you again, Liz! My goodness, what have you done to yourself? You look absolutely radiant~!" exclaimed Chase, oblivious to or ignoring Liz's obvious hostility. "How many Elementals have you made a pact with? Your soul looks so stunningly beautiful right now! So colorful and vibrant!"</s> <\|message\|>Elizabeth Moon. Liz for short Liz bowed her head gratefully when Reina accepted to talk to her in private but became visibly annoyed once again when she heard Chase speak to her, pulling her jacket up to hide the seals on her back she responded "4, water, earth, air and fire all sealed away inside me." The girl explained half annoyed that Chase had realized she had sealed more elemental inside herself since she was planning on using it to surprise her in a future fight. "Why do you remember me anyway? You only met me once 10 years ago and it was hardly a decent fight that we had?" Liz asked semi-curiously.</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy Meruin's eyes widened. She had known Liz had sealed multiple elementals in herself, but four of them? One for each element? Meruin was wordlessly impressed with her in a way that she rarely was with anyone. Chase grinned. "How I did it will remain a secret, Average One, but as for why I remember you, it's simple: I am one of, if not the most powerful mage in existence," -at this, Meruin nearly snorted in laughter, while Reina shook her head in exasperation. Classical, ever boastful Chase- "I've lived for almost a millennium and mastered countless mysteries, becoming the only one in the world that can claim to have fully master the Aeon of Destruction and its edicts! In that time, my memory has not failed me once, and never have ignored any details that pass me by! So, yes, remembering you, Little Liz, is natural, not because you were particularly noteworthy but because it is simply what I do!" Chase declared this while looking at Liz square in the eyes. "Although I admit, my impression of you has changed. You are much more interesting than I took you for," she admitted, her look becoming appraising. Reina shook her head for the n th time today, and returned her attention to her apprentice. "So, what was it that you needed advice with, Meruin?" "Ah . . . schoolmate of mine. He, you see, has asked for my assistance. He wants me to teach him magic," said Meruin, "and I want to have your opinion: do you think I'm qualified? He might not be asking for an apprenticeship, but still, the art of teaching . . . I don't know if I'm ready to be one. I feel like I'm capable, and that . . . I am the only one he can turn to right now, but what if I'm wrong? What if that's just hubris, Master Reina? What if I commit an error in teaching him? I've made mistakes before, Master Reina, some of them extremely huge ones. You know that. The student who I might teach . . . he's a rare talent, and, and if I make a mistake and hinder or, or cripple his growth - If I'm the one responsible for preventing him from achieving his full potential - I don't know if, if I could, well, I don't know, Master Reina! I don't know . . ." Meruin started speaking like she usually did, but the longer her explanation went on, the faster she spoke, and all the while she seemed high-strung and agitated. She ended her words in a whisper, and her voice had a hint of trembling of them. She was truly nervous about this, even if she was trying her best not to show it much. Magic and knowledge was important to her, and had some measure of pride in her skill with both, and while her pride did not allow her to consider the fact that she would be unable to pass it on properly, it was also hindered by the fear of ruining the one she gave it to. Deus had no idea what he just what his request meant to Meruin. Chase kept her face straight and stopped grinning, having enough tact to not do so. Reina closed her eyes, processing what Meruin said.</s> <\|message\|>Marcus Gracy "What is happening...." Marcus barely managed to whisper to himself. An unspeakable amount of magic clouded his head and bring forth an intensive head ache. Before he could turn to his friends for a little incite on what's happening they disappeared. To make it even worst Marcus head ache became more intense causing him to grip his hair tightly. He could follow the path that this incredible amount of magic is leaking from or retreat and regain his strength. Judging how easy his friends disappeared they probably rushed to the site of the immense power. In order to keep himself from being ingulfed by unconsciousness he tapped into his first stage of negative energy manipulation. His eyes did resort to their dark blue color but this time Marcus was completely sane. He just looked very strange with the unnaturally dark blue eyes. Now in this form he was able to fully walk and with stand a great portion of the magic force that was leaking from its undiscovered source. As Marcus reached the room and leaned against the wall and peeked into the door to examine its inhabitants. To his surprise he found Ryan and Liza....and 3. As he continued to look his eyes came across two odd portal like objects. They sort of had the characteristics of a mirror but it was more to it then that. It was a no brainier that Tue immense power was coming from the both of those mirror like portals. Marcus had to meet the person or persons who possed such an incredible amount of magic. For now he'd stay hidden although he would be impossible not to find since he was using magic to withhold the magical stage he's in. Hopefully no one notices....</s> <\|message\|>Deus Ira Deus scratched his head wondering if asking Meruin was a good choice. He grinned then sighed and decided to get away from everyone. Deus made his way to the nearest window and jumped off, using Aura Manipulation to glide down. Once he landed he looked at the grass , then up at the sky. Where could the Philosopher's Stone be? It can't be to the south or the north because that's where it was found last, at least what the stories say.....Better get to work. Deus sighed, and then proceeded to clap his hands. He placed them on the floor and suddenly, Red Electricity could be seen outside of the school. Out of the ground poped out about 20 Earth Golems, average human size. Well, even if it is a fake, it's Alchemical Power is still strong.. Deus granted the Golems a mind of their own being able to perceive and plan for attacks, plus they had the power to Manipulate Earth. Deus then clapped his hands again, and with the red lightning he pulled out a Steel Spear and a Scythe. The Golems began their attack and Deus ran head first. There are three stages to Alchemy. The first one is Comprehension, which is to understand the components of the element you are transmutating. The Second Stage is Deconstruction, which is Using energy to break down the physical structure of the identified material into a more malleable state so as to be easily reshaped into a new form. Now, this is where Deus stops and dosen't go all the way to the 3rd step. He deconstructs the golems in order to finish them off. But once he's done, he reconstructs them again. This is in order to find out how long he could last using Alchemy.</s> <\|message\|>Sol Sol grinned at little with the praise from Meruin's masters, praise from the master magicians that had set him on this path was noteworthy indeed. Though he was surprised when he heard Meruin's request and just how seriously she was taking this whole thing, though she seemed very well suited to the task. Deciding that he had heard all he wanted to, Sol turned to leave and in doing so noticed a rather disheveled Marcus. "You all right there buddy?" Sol asked concerned, Marcus was leaking power everywhere and was looking rather strange to boot. Perhaps he had some sort of reaction to Meruin's masters showing up, Sol quickly checked his barriers but they were still up so it couldn't have been that. @Slendy</s>	<\|message\|>Slick Sloth Zairos III "Uh... well I can't really say. Don't worry I'm doing anything perverted." Slick continued to dig, turning away from Ryan.</s>
<\|description\|>Marcus Gracy Height: 6'4 Age: 19 Gender:Male Abilities: •Nullify- cancels out the powers of magic users, making them unable to utilize their powers as long as they are in his proximity. • Ki Manipulation- Marcus can create shape and manipulate ki to gain superhuman capabilities by learning to harness, which can be used in case of extreme combat. He is able to physically manifest all of his inner strength and unleash it to the fullest extent of its power through shear force of will. This allows him to achieve extraordinary strength, speed, durability, and reflexes. In some cases, it is used for super awareness, energy blast, and sometimes invulnerability. Hidden Warlock Ability Marcus will be able to control ki that has been tainted by negative energy a.k.a evil. Due to this, he gains access to powerful dark abilities and forces that are able to give him incredible power. However, his force of will, compassion, and sanity are all lost due to being over taken by evil. However, in return for what has been lost, Marcus becomes a powerful force to reckoned with. Your best choice is to give up and die or weaken him to the point if death. How you could work in a team: Paladin , heavy hitter or vanguard Personality (You can keep it short if you wish): Comical , never serious, loves to fight, always looking for a chance to teach a lesson to those who abuse their abilities, respectful and follows every school rule down to the last point. History: Marcus is secretly a half bred warlock. His mother and father love each other but couldn't see each other much do to the countless number of witch hunts launched in the town he lived in. Zarr tried his best to keep Becca a secret ,but was caught around Marcus's assumed 15 birthday. In order for Zarr to keep his trust with the fellow paladins of the town he had to kill Becca. He refused and was banished from the town. Marcus was also taken into custody for being the spawn of a witch and was also asked to execute his mother. Becca told the paladins he'd do it without Marcus' consent and asked to have one last word with him. When Marcus said his last good bye to his mom she kissed his right eye causing him to blink. As he reopened his eye it was a unnatural light blue color and markings started to sprout on Hus right arm and chest. Becca secretly casted a spell on Marcus which would reject all magic and hide his warlock side. She purpously did this knowing that this'll make her magic decrease to make it seem as if she was dying or is dead. Marcus slowly walked up to his mother were paladins had chained her up against a cement wall. Paladins can be herd shouting "kill her!!" and other strongly avensive profanity. Becca smiled and said "I love you Mark". He nods throwing a punch at his mothers stomach. The paladins were lost at first ,but soon after the punch the cement wall behind Becca shattered. Marcus faced was hidden with tears as he hugged the numbed body. Paladins cheered not sensing any magic life force coming from Becca's body. The next day the paladins allowed Marcus to burry his mother and decided that he should join them and become a great paladin. Marcus lied and said yes ,but ran away from his town once all the Paladins were resting. He roamed the world in search for his father until he came across Mana-Script Academy. When Marcus left the town Becca was out of his "proximity" she regained her magical ability and scammed through the town looking for Marcus. She couldn't find him and thought the paladins killed him because of his overwhelming strength. In a fit of rage she destroyed the town and cut off her connection to the earth realm. Marcus's Mother: Becca the Witch Persummed dead.Find out more in bio. Will be seen in the near plot of the rp. Marcus's Father: Zarr the Paladin Alive and can be found roaming through Japan. Will not be seen but will be mentioned. Other: Marcus ia the 8th member of the student council.</s> <\|message\|>Slick Sloth Zairos III Slick grabbed a brace from the teacher. "One, four, four. There were a hundred and fourty five students this year, one got sick had to leave. So I'm the worst of this sorry lot huh?"</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy Meruin, upon hearing the announcement, gave a small nod towards Liz and Marcus. "I'll be going to pick up my brace. I'll see you later, unless you're planning on following me." The small mage drew a magic circle on the ground with the tip of her shoe, and placed a ward their to record the match between Sol and Eris. In one breath, the scenery around her changed as she transported herself instantly, arriving in front of the common room. As she entered, she saw Slick. She recognized him from last year, but never really talked with him much. "Hello," she greeted casually, as she walked towards the teacher to receive her bracer.</s> <\|message\|>Slick Sloth Zairos III "Hi there, Meruin." Slick sighed. "Must be good to have a high rank huh?" Slick looked at his brace as he put it on his left arm, his dominant one.</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy Meruin placed the bracer she received on her right arm. "Not quite," she said, frowning at the bracer. She didn't quite like the color - reddish brown didn't seem to fit her, for some reason. "I only got the rank because I wanted to see how much I had improved. Afterwards, it was a near endless stream of challenges that got tiring extremely quickly." She didn't elaborate anymore than that, although she did change the color of the bracer with magic - it was a dull emerald jade color now.</s> <\|message\|>Slick Sloth Zairos III Slick engulfed his left arm in blue fire and his bracer absorbed the colour and became a navy blue. "Well at least you've got more ,magic pOW-" Slick cut off as the bracer dug into his arm and began to pump magic into his veins. "-er." He went into a sweat. "Never did understand how these would work, either way it hurts like hell."</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy Meruin tilted her head. The pain from the bracer never did bother her, as the various experiments she'd preformed on herself had let her get used to pain, but the sudden injection of magic was uncomfortable - she disliked having magic asides from hers running around her body. "I'd rather be able to finish my research," she said, staring at Slicks now navy-blue bracer. She raised a brow at his display of power. "Interesting. Now that I think about it, I don't think I've ever observed your abilities first hand. Have you ever dueled anyone before?"</s> <\|message\|>Slick Sloth Zairos III "No I never wanted to fight. Just pass exams to get through." Slick looked up and down Meruin. "What do you wanna see my power for? I'm a good for nothing student, who has the world's weirdest DNA.</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy Meruin was just a little surprised at Slick's self-depreciation. Lately she'd been dealing with people who, if not possessing a large ego, were at least reasonably confident in themselves. She nodded her head in approval to Slick's statement on what he aimed to do here. "A reasonable goal, if a bit different from the others here. As for why I want to see your abilities, I am a research before I am a fighter," she said succinctly. "Who possess what power and whatever manner of creature they are means nothing to me; you have something I am interested in, so I will express my interest, that is all."</s> <\|message\|>Pamela Armellia Cruz Meister, Pamela Armellia, Lynda "Lyn" Hermit and Agni Blackheart Location: Common Room After running a little, the three of them managed to reach the common room, where some people had already got their braces. Amidst the people, there was Agni, getting his bracer from the teacher. He used his power to give it a dark purple color and felt the bracer insert its magic on him. Useless magic... for what reason this ridiculous bracer did this?, he thought. Cruz moved forward to one of the teachers and greeted it formally. He got his bracer and equipped it. "Hmm... let's see how it looks like when I use Data on it.", he said to himself, inserting a flow of Data into the bracer, which became light blue. Then, he felt the same magic being inserted. "Ow! This thing hurts!", he said, not commenting about the magic being inserted on him. Soon, Pamela and Lynda grabbed their braces, equipped them and used their magics on it to have a pink and a dark gray bracer, respectively. And then, the pain came. "Ow, ow, ow, owww!! Heeeeeey, what is this?!", Pamela complained. "The bracer inserted some magic on us. I don't know what kind of magic it is, but I'm used to have energy painfully inserted into me...", Lynda said. Cruz looked at it one more time and then noticed Meruin and Slick. He was going to talk with them, but someone stood in his way. "I want to talk with you, last of the technomagicians.", Agni said. "About what exactly? If it's about the skirmish we had, I don't want to talk about it.", Cruz answered. The dark magician still kept his cold gaze. Then, as Cruz moved towards his old friends, the pendant swinged a little. "... I see. Then, I won't bother you anymore, Your Majesty.", he spoke. Upon hearing those words, Cruz looked directly at Agni with a surprised face, while the latter opened the Word of Hatred and left reading it. What the... how the hell does he know about that?!, Cruz said, looking at the exit.</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy Since she was not particularly waiting for Slick to respond, Meruin diverted some attention to the newcomers: another student from the previous years, and also one she'd scarcely interacted with, accompanied by three she did not recognize. Her eyes narrowed for a moment as she sensed magic pass through the bracer, one she was unfamiliar with. It seems that three people managed to pique her interest today. "Technomage, is it?" said Meruin, her eyes boring straight into Cruz's own.</s> <\|message\|>Pamela Armellia Cruz Meister Location: Common Room Waking up from his surprise at Agni's words, Cruz turned his head back to Meruin. He does remember about her, but certainly wasn't on the best way possible. "Yeah, Meruin. We barely talked back at the old academy, but it's me, Cruz. Cruz Meister, the last technomage alive...", he said, sighing hard. That wasn't the way he wanted to be known throughtout.</s> <\|message\|>Slick Sloth Zairos III Slick brushed off Meruin's comment. Who doesn't care what people are like "Wait a sec, what do I have!?" It had taken the boy a minute to work out what she had said.</s> <\|message\|>Sol ghost in black Sol glanced at the scales rapidly covering Eris's body with interest. A strange magic that seemed to increase her strength, no matter he had no intention of letting her regain momentum. Logically it would be best to cancel the match and then retrieve their braces before continuing but it would be no fun to end mid-match. Sol's eyes narrowed as he traced the path of the rapidly moving metal orb and as soon as it crossed onto his side of the court Sol was there smashing it straight down, coming down on Eris's side mere centimeters from the net. Simultaneously he caused a distortion to warp into existence around the bubble slowing down time all around it, even if Eris would normally be able to move fast enough to block the attack the time warp should've been more than enough to slow her down long enough for him to score the winning point. Even if he didn't score a point he was still in a good position to spike the ball once again, he thought grinning confidently. --- Elza yawned and looked around dazedly when she heard some announcement about bracers, it seemed she had accidentally fallen asleep again. Oh well she was fresh and ready to go now so she eagerly grabbed a brace from the teacher. Her eye's flickered into shadow as she viewed the strange magic of the bracer flow into her and meld with her own, an interesting device. Her eyes returned to their normal color and she glanced around, Meruin was here along with several other people she didn't know very well. Elza retreated to a corner and examined her new device thoroughly curious to see how it worked and waited for classes to be announced.</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy , @JELDare As Cruz gave what she assumed was his title, Meruin's eyes suddenly had a very disturbing glint in them. It was by no means malicious, but it was suitably manic - the kind you see on mad scientists. The cause, of course, was not so much that Cruz mentioned he was a technomage - which had perked her interest enough - but because ue had mentioned he was the last of his kind. That sent Meruin's interest flying into the realm of the unhealthy. "The last Technomage, you say?" she muttered audibly. "Very interesting . . . tell me, would you be willing to partake in a few experi- tests?" For now, Slick was now pushed into the back of her mind, though part of her was resolute in talking to him more later on.</s> <\|message\|>Elizabeth Moon. Liz for short Liz waved to Meruin, she planned to walk over on her own anyway. When she arrived at the classroom she quickly went up and claimed a bracer "oh, a new design." She smiled happily and put it on her wrist and winced a bit when she drained her magic in it, for a while the bracer did not settle on its color but finally it came to a light blue clear, the color of the sea. Smiling and breathing a sigh of relief from that being over and the pain subsiding. Looking around it seemed like most people had arrived to collect their bracer as well. Looking around the room Liz walked over to Meruin "Just a quick update~ Euphie says you are good to have a fight with her after classes today as long as she gets to have a chat with you first, if she mentions Chase just lie and say you don't know where she is though please." Liz chuckled and looked at Elza who had retreated to a corner "Talk later Meruin." She quickly dashed off and jumped in front of Elza likely spooking her "Hi there, you must be new here! Whats your name? Any questions?" Liz asked bombarding the new girl with questions.</s>	<\|message\|>Marcus Gracy Marcus stood to his feet slowly and slipped his hands into his pockets. He turned towards the school and walked deep in thought about his battle with Liz. He didn't care about how he looked like a giant mummy roaming and hunting the school. To him his appearance didn't matter. What really mattered was what the hell actually happened during his battle with Liz. He entered the classroom silently and retrieved his bracer from the teacher , applying it onto his right arm on top of the bandages. Although he didn't react to the tiny pain the bracer caused. Marcus noticed the others but was to caught up in his thoughts to acknowledge any of them. He grabbed a seat in the front row by the window and kicked his feet on top of the desk. Marcus stared out the window not noticing his bandages slowly stretch over the bracer.</s>
<\|description\|>Meruin Hazy Appearance (I'll add a photo later): Originally, she had short a short bob cut, but she has since grown it out; now her hair imitates her master - it's absurdly long (up until her ankles) and smooth and straight. Her eyes are still green, however, it's been noted that during certain points where she uses an intense amount of power, they turn silver. Meruin is also still short (143.89 cm) Her staple attire when out of combat is navy-blue/white blazer, a black short skirt, and long white stockings. When in combat, she wears a white sleeveless tunic with golden patterns sewn on, a white shoulder-length finger-less gloves with and a pair of golden rings on her middle fingers and long white pants. Age: 18 Gender: Female Abilities: Spells, spells and more spells. Meruin is an expert mage in any sense of the word. That asides, she is also partial to using magical artifacts, elixirs, tools and drugs. Above all her powers is her Grimoire - a magical crystallization of her soul that currently contains 14 pages - each page excluding one contains a specific and potent spell that can only be used by her. Her most dangerous ability, however, is her ability to plan, strategize and prepare many steps ahead of her opponents. Her physical abilities are still poor however, and she is still prone to sudden bouts of anemia. How you could work in a team: She can fill any position with varying degrees of competence, however, she is at her best as a support and a very, very, very hard hitting nuker, especially when given time to prepare. Personality: Taciturn, blunt and straight to the point. Meruin is also a bit of an airhead when it comes to social ques, and though she's gotten better at communicating with people, she's still woefully ignorant to most things. She's a hard-worker and a diligent scholar, with a sharp mind that plans down to the tiniest detail. She's silent but passionate about what she does. History: Will be revealed during the RP if you can get her to reveal it. Nonetheless, a quick summary of her history is that she was born into a family of nobodies, and as a talented young girl, she wished to be much more than what she was told to be. She's become much closer to achieving that goal. Other: She's an excellent cook, artist and ventriloquist. She sleeps completely naked. Her favorite food is blueberry cheesecake. Meruin is currently the second ranker in the Student Council, but it's said that she would actually be much higher if she just put more effort into actually challenging the students above her. She's happy where she is though, so she's content lazing about the grounds and reading.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan moved back after seeing Cruz could handle himself and moved to the ground. He sat under a tree and sighed. "I have not atoned for my father's sins yet. But this is a start." Ryan looked at the sky. "Why do they keep forgetting that death means nothing to them right now? If they die, they would come back after the battle."</s> <\|message\|>Cornelia Gamma Cornelia Cornelia got pissed as the beams passed through her brain and heart. She was dead, supposedly. She didn't have enough time to think. Who did he think he was, was all Cornelia could think about. "You're just Human, a Technomage but Human....I'll show you it, maybe we can have a fun time?" Cornelia fell backwards as Blood spilled over the grass. Muramasa appeared on Cornelia's hand, Something was about to happen. She had the power, all she needed was the Key, and Cruz had just given her the key. The Key to an Unbound World. Muramasa began to float above Cornelia, if she was Dead Muramasa would go straight to the next owner, and that would be Cruz, yet instead the Sword Impaled her in the Lungs. BGM: Fate's Demise Cornelia stood up as Muramasa was Impaled in her body. The parts of her body that were blown off were already recovered. She was charging up her energy, and releasing it at the same time. She was about to go into Unbound World State. A transformation were you have full control of your powers in exchange for your sanity and humanity, to be fair she wasn't Human in the first place. She took out Muramasa from her lungs. It was covered in a crimson red blood. The Sword began to emit an Evil Aura in a 10 in radius. She was laughing. If she killed him then Deus would get mad at her more. She kept charging up, as a small force field was placed around her. Purple marks began to appear all over her body, she was ready. The force field disappeared as a wide psychopathic grin appeared over her face. If you got near her the evil could possibly consume you if you aren't strong enough, something like the perfect defence. Now, Who should I kill first? Hahaha, I know I'll finish off that Pest Marcus and deal with that Cruz guy later.</s> <\|message\|>Marcus Gracy Marcus watched in excitement as an unspeakable amount of negative energy flowed through the air. "I happen to find powerful women very attractive Cornelia." He said tying his hair into a pony tail so it wouldn't get in the way of his site. Marcus removes his suit jacket and drops it onto the ground. He bumps both of his fist together walking closer to Cornelia. "I'm about to give you a love tap that's gonna hurt like hell! He laughed vanishing and firing a negative sphere of energy behind Cornelia as he reappeared. Marcus focused his best on not using his physical abilities just yet. He kept a great amount of distance between him and Cornelia.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan wanted to yell. "Does everyone here want to kill someone! Jesus!" Ryan got up with a grimace and looked at Cornelia. "She should he dead, yet here we are." Ryan snapped his fingers and Honjo Masamune appeared in his hand. He aimed carefully than threw it at her like a spear. As it came flying at her it began to elongate and get thinner until it eventually was a spear. It took on a golden like quality and continued its course for her lungs.</s> <\|message\|>Pamela Armellia Cruz Meister and Agni Blackheart Location: Town Center BGM: Clockwork Doll still playing Distracted with the other fight, Cruz was almost hit by Agni, saved by his illusion. The second Cruz vanished as he was hit and the flash began again. However, Cruz was having the upper hand. Darn it... I'm not using 100% of my power as a Devil Lord... and he's able to battle me!, Agni thought. Cruz dashed back and opened a panel. "... Setting code. Time limite set. Changing battle plan.", he said after setting his magic.I nerd to hold myself back for now. I'll abuse on illusions until the time comes...!, Cruz planned. Time set for Spell Release: 20 posts Lynda "Lyn" Hermit, Pamela Armellia & Cerberus Still not far from the chaos, Lyn returned to her duel with Cerberus, that stood in his human form. Pamela wanted to dash and help the others with Agni, but she wasn't able to simply leave. Then, she saw Arcadius and called for him. "Heeeeey!! Elemental mage that is in our team and that I forgot the name!! Come here for a second, please!!!, she screamed.</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy Meruin, about to face Cerberus, paused at the arrival of Cornelia. Apparently, Agni was not the only one that was feeling particularly murderous today. She sighed in exasperation; now there were two of them (four, if you included Marcus and Deus from earlier) running around. Hm, who to deal with first? she thought. Cerberus was certainly a threat, but Pamela and Lyn were facing it together, while Cornelia was facing Marcus alone. Before she could decide who to go after, Ryan launched a spear of magic against the girl. Ah, well that's decided. Meruin floated in between Pamela and Lyn. "It seems you're bent on facing this thing. I will help you," she said in a tone that offered no room for argument. "Afterwards, I will deal with Agni and Cruz." Facing Cerberus, the tiny mage tilted her head. "Now, you're certainly smaller than I had thought. I can only hope you can prove to be an interesting subject of observation." A light tap from her foot resulted in a sudden explosion of glowing white chains. They snaked around Cerberus on all sides, burning all traces of demonic influence with it.</s> <\|message\|>Cornelia Gamma Cornelia got pissed, not at the fact that Marcus was flirting with her but at the fact that Ryan was interrupting her fight. As the Negative Sphere got closer to her she got an idea. She used Meta-Teleportaion to teleport behind Ryan and used another of her powers which was called, Fact-to-Fiction. This power allowed her to turn any reality into fiction and Vice-versa, making events that should have happen, never happen. "Fact-to-Fiction! The Negative Sphere hits Ryan." The Negative Sphere would be heading for Ryan now. She then teleported behind Marcus and began slashing him with Muramasa, which would drain his life if slashed by it.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan rolled his eyes and moved out of the way of the sphere of negative energy. When it began coming back at him, he summoned Honjo Masamune back into his hands and sliced the orb in half. "You better be damn glad I'm helping you Marcus, because you're not even on my team." Ryan teleported in between Marcus and Cornelia and blocked the slashes. "You should be dead." He stated. He felt Tue evil radiating off of her and smiled a bit. Just two years ago and he would've been consumed by it. But not today. "Could you die for me? I don't feel like fighting anymore." Ryan suddenly began glowing as he looked her in the eyes. "Actually, I think I'll take you both out. Grimoire Art: The Chariot!" Ryan than exploded in a burst of fire and hit air. He began to reform near where Meruin was and collapsed on the ground panting with exhaustion. "Note to self, exploding hurts."</s> <\|message\|>Marcus Gracy "Thanks for the help anyways." Marcus laughed as he retreated from the explosion with a simple step. Although his back got burned a bit from the blast. His happiness turned into a frown when he realized that Cornelia could of gotten hurt in the explosion. "Aww what the fuck Ryan. If you messed up my dates face I'm coming after you." Marcus dusted himself off and walked back towards the blast site. He didn't want to admit it but he was having a lot of fun. "Cornelia, my love please tell me that your okay?" Marcus asked. Which was weird because he was charging up two more negative spheres to fire at her.</s> <\|message\|>Pamela Armellia Cruz Meister, Pamela Armellia, Lynda "Lyn" Hermit and Agni Blackheart Agni kept attacking Cruz with a violent and heavy assault of scythe slashes. The technomage was abusing of illusions just like he planned. However, that wouldn't last long. Thin are the chances that I will be able to keep this up... If someone has a plan, do it now!, he thought. Meanwhile, Lynda and Cerberus were attacking each other in the same rhythm. Clashes between her slashes and his claws were common. Until Meruin used her power, removing the dark energy índice the hell hound. "Ggh... This light...!, he said, kneeling. "Thanks a lot for that! Shadow Wind!!", she declared. With a roundhouse kick, Lyn generated a small tornado of dark slashes that hit Cerberus without any difficulty.</s> <\|message\|>Deus Ira Cornelia sighed as the explosion went off. This wouldn't hurt her one bit, but it did blow off her arm and one leg. She began to laugh maniacally. It had been a while since she could use this power, it was time to use Fiction's full power. The blown off limbs began to regenerate which was also a part of her powers, Absolute Restoration. "Gah,fine, you want to see power, I'll show you real power!" Cornelia teleported again a few feet backwards. She began to charge up her powers. She was ready, and so it was time to use Fictional Dream Land. The sky turned a blood red and the ground purple. Marcus and Ryan were both now in Cornelia's Fictional Dream Land. Where she was a kind of god. Wlecome to my Dream Land, Where I am God and Overseer. Now time to die Sweet Marcus! Deus: The spirit bomb was ready, he also had a clear shot. His aura turned Indigo as he began to speak telepathically to everyone. "Get out of the way, NOW!" BGM:God of Destruction's Sorrow Deus launched the Neo-Spirit Bomb at Agni. This spirit bomb was nearly impossible to dodge, and if you teleported out of its way, Deus would have a backup plan. This Neo Spirit Bomb would negate the effects of spells for a 10 Mile radius when it hit it's target or the ground, it could also KO an opponent if he is not strong enough. The perfect attack. Deus used Ability Create: Wind Manipulation to make the Spirit Bomb extremely fast. The Spirit Bomb was about the size of the moon. @MagusDream @floodtalon</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan sighed. He looked at the sky and smiled. He looked over at Meruin. "You got any spells that can give me a stamina boost?" Ryan asked Meruin. He then looked at the Spirit Bomb in the sky. "On second thought." Ryan reached into his pocket and grabbed a small syringe filled with a glowing clear liquid. "I love money." He jabbed himself in the arm and injected all of it into his body. " This is going to hurt." He began convulsing on the ground and yelled for a solid minute. He called down and simply twitched for a couple of seconds. He got up and coughed up some blood. "Hey Meruin, we need to go now." Ryan pointed at both Deus and Cornelia.@BranchOfSin@TheHangedMan</s>	<\|message\|>Meruin Hazy Meruin looked at Cerberus, preparing to finish him, when Dues bomb flashed throughout the grounds. Shortly afterwards, Ryan fell on the ground next to her, muttering something about explosions - which was pretty apt, considering how many of them were going on right now. "Well, that would seem to be the case," said Meruin, straight-faced. She raised a brow as he injected himself with a small syringe, filled with something obviously not medically prescribed. "Wait, I wish to observe this a little longer," she stated. Cornelia had piqued her interest. They all had, actually, but right now Cornelia held her attention the most. Seeing Ryan cough up blood, she frowned deeply. "Are you okay? I can preform healing if you need it."</s>
<\|description\|>Meruin Hazy Appearance (I'll add a photo later): Originally, she had short a short bob cut, but she has since grown it out; now her hair imitates her master - it's absurdly long (up until her ankles) and smooth and straight. Her eyes are still green, however, it's been noted that during certain points where she uses an intense amount of power, they turn silver. Meruin is also still short (143.89 cm) Her staple attire when out of combat is navy-blue/white blazer, a black short skirt, and long white stockings. When in combat, she wears a white sleeveless tunic with golden patterns sewn on, a white shoulder-length finger-less gloves with and a pair of golden rings on her middle fingers and long white pants. Age: 18 Gender: Female Abilities: Spells, spells and more spells. Meruin is an expert mage in any sense of the word. That asides, she is also partial to using magical artifacts, elixirs, tools and drugs. Above all her powers is her Grimoire - a magical crystallization of her soul that currently contains 14 pages - each page excluding one contains a specific and potent spell that can only be used by her. Her most dangerous ability, however, is her ability to plan, strategize and prepare many steps ahead of her opponents. Her physical abilities are still poor however, and she is still prone to sudden bouts of anemia. How you could work in a team: She can fill any position with varying degrees of competence, however, she is at her best as a support and a very, very, very hard hitting nuker, especially when given time to prepare. Personality: Taciturn, blunt and straight to the point. Meruin is also a bit of an airhead when it comes to social ques, and though she's gotten better at communicating with people, she's still woefully ignorant to most things. She's a hard-worker and a diligent scholar, with a sharp mind that plans down to the tiniest detail. She's silent but passionate about what she does. History: Will be revealed during the RP if you can get her to reveal it. Nonetheless, a quick summary of her history is that she was born into a family of nobodies, and as a talented young girl, she wished to be much more than what she was told to be. She's become much closer to achieving that goal. Other: She's an excellent cook, artist and ventriloquist. She sleeps completely naked. Her favorite food is blueberry cheesecake. Meruin is currently the second ranker in the Student Council, but it's said that she would actually be much higher if she just put more effort into actually challenging the students above her. She's happy where she is though, so she's content lazing about the grounds and reading.</s> <\|message\|>Marcus Gracy Marcus was beginning to realize that the rapid fire of energy was gonna drain him quicker than normal combat. He stopped and slowly free falled to the gymnasium's floor. This was practice after all so there weren't any serious grudges against Sol or Deus. With that Marcus decided to attack the golems and give Sol enough room to hopefully deal with Dues. Marcus smashed through a couple of the golems like a little kid at a playground. This match was very exciting for Marcus. Its been awhile sense he could fight freely.</s> <\|message\|>Deus Ira "Water (35 L), Carbon (20 kg), Ammonia (4 L), Lime (1.5 kg), Phosphorous (800 g), Salt (250 g), Saltpeter (100 g), Sulfur (80 g), Fluorine (7.5 g), Iron (5 g), Silicon (3 g) and fifteen other elements in trace amounts. This Is the basest Components of the Human Body.." Deus said as he used All of His Powers in order to form a Second Body for him, but that would be controlled by his mind. Call it a connection between similar bodies. What he was doing was a sort of Human Transmutation, but not quite it. The Body was already made, so Deus inserted Some of his Aura which included a really small part of his Soul. He then granted his body the ability to use Fire Manipulation. After he was done building the Body, he moved on to Create a Replica Kusanagi, using Alchemy. He already had most base components, but he would use Obsidian as the material of the sword. The Rest was just a matter of Time, during this time, he sent the clone above ground to attack Marcus and Sol. The Clone, used Fire Manipulation to create Jets under his feet and dashed towards Sol with a Fist of Fire.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan observed the fight and looked at Marcus. He considered using a Grimoire ability to observe what Deus was doing but decided not to. He had been abusing his Grimoire too much lately and he needed to only use it as a trump card.</s> <\|message\|>Sol Sol allowed himself a small smirk, so far both Marcus and Deus seemed to be using a large amount of energy while he had be forced to use little to none at this point. It seemed Marcus had given up his assault and was now tearing apart the golems leaving Sol to deal with Dues. Now finished tracing his runes for a safety precaution, he turned to face Dues charging towards him, boosting himself with flame and enhancing his attack. Ah fire, the easiest element to deal with. Sol waved his hand at Dues dismissively and the flame around his feet and hand exploded as they were overloaded with oxygen. That would at least prevent Dues from finishing his attack if not injuring him more severely. Sol observed both Marcus, in case he finished the golems, and Dues; carefully waiting for another attack from either of them. @Slendy</s> <\|message\|>Deus Ira The Clone Deus looked at Sol with a lifeless face. When the Fire had exploded it blew away his hand and feet. The Clone did absolutely nothing. Deus had sensed the Clone's arm and leg explode. Deus then granted the Clone Water Manipulation, and then the Clone used Water Manipulation to heal his wounds. Then he dashed towards Sol once again mindlessly.</s> <\|message\|>Marcus Gracy After Marcus finished off the last two golems by hurrdling one at another he stopped and spectated the battle. As he watch the battle between Sol and artificial Deus he noticed that Deus didn't attempt to block Sol's attacks full heartedly. Then for the first time Marcus understood what was going on. "Its a clone." He said snapping his finger. He began to look around for the original Deus and attack him. "Is....is that Ryan....? Marcus asked himself as he looked at the ceiling. He decided to let that pass and continue his search for Deus. There was only one place he haven't look and that was beneath the floor. Marcus focus an incredible amount of destructive energy into his fist and punched the ground causing a respectable sized crater to replace the floor. Hopefully the crafter would dig deep enough into the ground to reveal Deus.</s> <\|message\|>Slick Sloth Zairos III Slick walked outside the dormitory with a shovel in hand and a roll of wires slung over his shoulders. "Better start diggin'."</s> <\|message\|>Deus Ira Deus Deus sighed. It appeared he had been discovered, but he had finished just on time. The two Swords were done. Durendal, The Sword of Destruction and Caliburn, The Sword from the Stone. Of course these two were Replicas but they were very similar to the genuine one's. When Marcus punched the Ground, Deus quickly flew through the Crack that Marcus haf made. He looked at the Clone, then at Marcus and Sol and Ryan. He Sighed, then Granted the Clone another of his abilities: Fire, Water and Wind. He then passed on half of his Aura to the clone granting him some Aura Manipulation powers. The Clone then Dashed forward using Wind Manipulation and Aura Manipulation enhancing his speed 10 Fold. The Clone then began to attack him with Aura blasts and Hand-To-Hand Combat. Deus then looked at Marcus and smiled. "It's been a while since I've Sparred with you Marcus, it seems you've gotten better, but so have I." Deus dashed towards Marcus, enhancing Durendal with a Razor Sharp Aura. He Disappeared from Sight, and began to Slash Marcus from everywhere. @Eklispe</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon @Slendy@Eklispe Ryan sighed as he dropped down from the ceiling. He created a barrier of water around the competitrs and took a deep breath. "That's enough. You've reached a suitable amount of collateral damage." He proceeded to create a few Water Clones of himself to disperse any spectators they've gathered. "Come on Marcus. You're a teacher for gods sake and you just punched a hole in the floor of your own classroom. Which I expect to be cleaned by tomorrow." Ryan shook his head and looked at Deus and Sol. "And you two." He began but stopped. "You were actually surprisingly tame. Good job. However if you create Golems, try to keep a better eye on them." Ryan pointed towards the remains of a Golem which was embedded within a wall. "However, that is also Marcus' fault. So he gets to clean the entire gym."</s> <\|message\|>Sol "Oh please we have these bracelets for a reason." Sol said dismissively indicating the mentioned objects whilst dodging the clones attacks, "Pest." he said irritably and suddenly lashed out with his blade just as the clone went in for an attack removing its head, his sudden removal of the clone's wind powers had left it exposed and helpless compared to him. A clone was just a clone, and a jack of all trades passing a weaker version of his power couldn't match a specialist in the same field. "Anyway, at the end of the battle bracelets fix all the damage, besides I've barely done anything all year." Sol said explaining his side of the case. It seemed just about every time things were about to get fun something had to interrupt. "Besides the other students are learning, I mean live demonstrations are all the rage these days right?" @BranchOfSin@Slendy</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon " You bring a fair point about the damage, but I still believe the fight has gone far enough. I can already see where this is going." Ryan tilted his head slightly as some debris went flying by him. " In about five minutes I predict some sort of over the top magical attack that will hurt both the user and other combatants. You guys don't know how to hold back."</s> <\|message\|>Deus Ira Deus sighed. Always an Issue. In spars aren't you supposed to go full power, because then you will be able to gain some experience. If you do hold back then what is the point of a spar. Deus then proceeded to sigh again. "Hey Ryan, you do know that I could've canceled everything that just happened erasing all the Damage done to everything right? Oh well, I guess you just take your job seriously unlike me, Student Council is just a title and nothing more...Hell, I'm even thinking of Leaving the Council, it's just such a pain, that is my own opinion." Deus said as he chattered on. Deus made the swords disappear into thin air. He sat down looking at the students. Marcus wasn't doing a very good job as a teacher. He sighed again, then remembered something that he needed to ask Meruin. "Well guys, See ya later, need to go somewhere." Deus said as he dashed out of the gym. Deus arrived at the Lunch room panting and smiling too. He walked to the table near Meruin and touched her shoulder. "Meruin, I need to speak with you, can you follow me outside?"</s> <\|message\|>Marcus Gracy Marcus was starting to get a little angered that he was blamed for most of the destruction. But luckily Sol was present to defend him and relieve all the blame off of himself. Also Deus was right the council was a shell of its prime. "Okay! That was a fun demonstration!" Marcus said looking back at the students. Most of them were lost and confused while others had their mouths opened in awe. The battle between himself, Deus and Sol left the students silent. Marcus didn't notice that until there was an awkward silence that clouded the room for a few minutes. "Okay....uhh free time!" Marcus said walking away from the group of students that began to riot onto the gymnasium's floor. "Hey! Pirate guy! I'd like to learn more about your fighting style!" He said approaching Sol.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan sighed as all the damage was fixed around him. "Great. I'm the bad guy for doing my job." He walked out of the gym and looked at the sky. He thought about the Council. " I'm going to need to talk to the President. We need some serious restructuring." He teleported to the Council Meeting room and sat down. His chair would light up as he was accounted for and he began thinking.</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy The small mage turned her head, wondering who it was. Upon seeing Deus, Meruin frowned slightly. 'What did he need?' she thought. Upon hearing her request, Meruin tilted her head. It seemed like whatever he needed to say, it had to be in private. "Excuse me for a moment, Liz." "Very well," she said, standing up from her chair. "Lead the way, Deus."</s> <\|message\|>Deus Ira Deus nodded as he began to lead Meruin outside into the hallway. Once there, Deus leaned on a wall. "Beautiful Day isn't it?... Anyways I'll get straight to the point..Magic isn't my area of expertise, and so far I've only been able to learn about Alchemy, but wh . i begin to research other forms of Magic, I always reach a dead end. This is where you come in, Meruin, Would you please teach me magic?" Deus asked seriously. He knew that it was farfetched to ask Meruin such a question, the reason? He would probably get turned down. Deus began to gaze outside the window.</s>	<\|message\|>Meruin Hazy Meruin's eyes widened a bit as she listened to Deus's request. That was the only indication of surprise on her face, and she quickly adopted her stoic expression once more. What he was basically asking for was discipleship - Wait, no, that's not right. He's not asking anything as deep as that, she thought. After experiencing Deus's abilities and discovering his lineage, it was fair to say he had no small amount of talent, however, it was also true that he didn't seem to have much experience with controlling it. Meruin considered the possibilities of teaching him. On one hand, it would be an interesting experience, on the other, it could end up disastrous for both of them. Ultimately, it was not a question of how good a student Deus was, it was how good a teacher Meruin would be. There was a long silence as Meruin considered his question, looking at it from various angles and trying to predict the probability of a good outcome. In the end, she sighed. "I will have to consult my own master about this," she replied honestly. That was the conclusion she reached. She would ask Master Reina for her opinion. She may even ask Lady Chase. If their verdict was that she was qualified to teach someone else the ways of magic, then she would do so without hesitation. "I'm unsure of my own ability to pass on knowledge, Deus, so I'll need some time to consult my Master. If her opinion is favorable, then I will likely accept your request," said Meruin. "If it is not favorable, however, then perhaps I can still ask her for a solution for your problem."</s>
<\|description\|>Elza Photo: Age: 19 Gender: Female Abilities: Shadow Magic. Although she doesn't have super strength or anything her intense training would make you think that. How you could work in a team: Everything. Doing Everything. Personality: Elza is the hardest working person you've ever seen. She sees lying as pointless and cowardly and respects anyone who can prove thier strength. She is an excellent cook but is rather ashamed of this fact. Once a friend always a friend, however despite her outwardly friendly personalilty she can be rather slow to trust. Other: Loves to eat meat, it scared of insects, has a pet mouse</s> <\|message\|>Marcus Gracy Marcus sat in the desk of his office. His blondish brown hair tied up into a pony tail. He was finishing up his daily duties as the schools comsuler before he headed off to lunch. Marcus appearance hasn't changed much, he still looks the same but now has a blondish brown goatee. He stands up yawning and scratching his chest. Yes, he was shirtless doing school work. This was mainly one of the reasons why he tells the students and staff to knock before entering his room. He walks to a coat rack and takes a white shirt off a hanger and dresses himself. His clothes weren't as beat up as they used to be doing the first semester. Back then he got into a lot of pointless fights. He hasn't gotten into a fight in awhile though. It wasn't because of his repetitive losing streak. It was because he needed time to fully control his negative chi manipulation. He did master it around the ending of the first semester and would accept what ever challenge came his way to see how his practice paid off. Marcus exited his room locking the door behind him. The passing by students smiled as the passed him or waved in his direction. Marcus actually liked being the consulor. He got to meet countless numbers of people with strange and interesting personalities. He also liked how sometimes he would deal with relationship problems between the students. Marcus was deep in his thoughts as he walked towards the entrance of the lunch room. He entered and walked directly towards the line fixing himself a healthy meal of chicken salad and orange juice. He sat down at a random table and ate his food quietly.</s> <\|message\|>Deus Ira Deus scratched his head. He then looked at his palm, it had a transmutation symbol on it. He was thinking on a possibility, but it was farfetched and he didn't like it. "It must have probably been from the fight, it was pretty huge. Can I check something quickly, just to see what's wrong with your powers?" Deus stood up, as his hand began to radiate a silver aura. He cracked his neck to the side.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan looked up from his book and frowned. "I do hope you aren't planning on doing anything dangerous. If you were, it would fall under my jurisdiction as a Council Member to stop that." He called out to them. He really didn't feel like demolishing anyone today. He would though if he had to.</s> <\|message\|>Slick Sloth Zairos III Slick turned to Ryan. "Please don't use threats. He's trying to help someone out, I understand it's your job, but believe me, you'd do the same."</s> <\|message\|>Elza Sol finished off the last of his pancakes and lounged around bored watching Dues and Slick with mild interest. So far the year hadn't been too exciting; he hadn't even gotten to participate in the team battle at the start of the year. At this point he was almost out of practice with how little actual combat he had done. --- Elza groaned and walked into the cafeteria dragging her feet like a zombie. She walked straight to the drink table and grabbed a cub of black coffee before sitting down and slowing sipping it down a languid expression on her face. Elza hated mornings.</s> <\|message\|>Deus Ira Deus ignored Ryan's remark and looked at Slick who had answered his question. "Alright, So I'm going to Implant some of my Aura into you and attempt to see what is wrong, you might feel a little excruciating pain." Deus looked at Slick, trying to find a small opening in his Aura, and when he found it he quickly began to insert his Aura into him. What this would do is that it would attempt to heal his Powers. Deus guessed that his powers had Imploded like that because of the opposing forces of the team battle, these powers were so strong, no wonder eyes couldn't keep up with them. "Ouch! There seems that something is wrong with your powers, Like a blockage or something of some kind. That's all I can tell you for now Slick, Sorry If I wasn't much help." Deus said as he sat back down sighing. He was tired, so it would be easy to do anything to him right now anyways.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan ignored both of them and looked at the ceiling. "All I'm saying is if I hear explosions I'm going to kick someone's ass." He went back to his book and eating.</s> <\|message\|>Pamela Armellia Cruz Meister, Pamela Armellia and Lynda "Lyn" Hermit Location: Cafeteria The trio entered the cafeteria. Pamela was hugging Cruz's arm tightly while walking with a big smile and don't even knowing the faces that both made. "Ugh... I've slept for a long time. I didn't thought that emergency codes were that exhausting...", he spoke. "I was like, really worried, you know! I mean, what if you didn't woke up?!", Pamela said. "... Let's just get our lunches. We're late, you know.", Lyn said, leaving to see what was today's food. Then, the two walked towards everyone and sat. "Hey... so, what did I lost?", he asked.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon "Nothing too special. Also Ms. Armellia, please let go of Mr Meister's arm, otherwise I will have to write both of you up for public displays of affection." Ryan looked up from his book at the both of them. "If you're going to have some fun, keep it in the bedroom." He grinned slightly with those words hoping to embarrass them. "Or don't. I would have to write you up for a boy being in girl dormitories or girl being in boy dormitories if you did that." He looked very thoughtful at that statement. "You know what. Just... make sure to be safe. Yeah, that's pretty all encompassing." He began to ramble to himself abound t various rules and regulations.</s> <\|message\|>Pamela Armellia Cruz Meister, Pamela Armellia and Lynda "Lyn" Hermit Location: Cafeteria "A-A-A-Ahh!! Y-Y-You perv!! J-Just because you're from the student council d-d-doesn't mean you have to say such... s-such indecent, perverted things!!", Pamela screamed getting red, like a tomato. "Dude, I understand about harassing someone, but that was way too much.", she said. "... Wait a minute. I didn't got it. What do you exactly mean by public affection? And what this about bedrooms?" The two girls couldn't do anything other than looking with faces of awe. And on a negative sense. "Don't tell me... a technomagician, supposed to know everything, is so clueless about love?", Lyn asked. "It's not like I don't understand what love is, I just... Wait, no, I really don't understand anything about love. I've read it about it, but...", he said. Lyn just slapped her own face in disappointment, but at the same time she laughed a little. After all, Ryan's trick to get both embarassed didn't work. Or rather, it worked halfway. Pamela sighed a little. He didn't got embarassed, but she knew she had to let go of his arm. And Cruz... let's just say he left to the food stand, wondering about what Ryan said, seeing himself as a completely clueless and innocent children. "After this, I don't think anything worse can happen.", she commented while sitting. "C-Could you please leave your abusiveness away whenever I'm walking with Cruz, please?", she said, on a serious tone. "Says the girl that is abusing of how clueless he is to walk around making it look that you two are dating... when you aren't. Would it hurt for you to stop those rumors? People keep asking me about them and it's giving me a headache.", Lyn commented. Pamela simply looked away angry.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan smiled. "In all seriousness though, how is Mr Meister? He's been in a coma since the battle which is quite worrying. There is a chance his muscles have atrophied. Actually it should be a certainty that has happened. Yet he's walking perfectly fine as of now." Ryan had a semi confused look on his face. "And do forgive me for the embarrassing comments. It's not very often I get to have fun like that."</s> <\|message\|>Pamela Armellia Cruz Meister, Pamela Armellia and Lynda "Lyn" Hermit Location: Cafeteria BGM: Sacred Moon "Well, to be honest... even though he is walking well, we aren't that so sure... He did a quick analysis on his body and magical state and everything seemed normal.", Pamela said, with a worried face. Lyn looked down. She hadn't start eating her pancakes. "That... magic he used to rebuild the town. Do any of you have any plausible idea of what that was? I mean, to make a destroyed town back to normal in just a second...", Lyn commented. Pamela started to think a little about it. Then, Cruz came to them and sat down. But after he put his plate on the table, his right arm flickered, like an image being shown on a TV that's almost breaking up. He felt a moderate pain. "Cruz, are you alright?!", Pamela was the first to ask. "D-Don't worry about it. It... was absolutely nothing.", he said, holding the arm. But the said arm flickered once more. "Alright, that's it. I'll take you to your room.", Lyn said, getting up. "I... I said it's fine! You don't have to worry about me!", he said. "No discussion. If whatever happening at your arm looks painful, what if it happens at your legs too?", she asked, still with a serious face. Cruz looked down to the ground and stood quiet. He was nervous to admit, but just because he woke up didn't mean he was ready.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan closed his book and stood up. "Mr Meister, I'm asking you, face to face, whether you are injured. If you do not comply in answering I will have to write you up for lying to a Council Member. The punishment for such an action is left up to the Council Member who is lied to, and I will not be kind in my punishment. Now speak." Ryan commanded in a very no nonsense tone. "Also, if you survive my punishment, I'm passing you off to Meruin for punishment." He added as an afterthought.</s> <\|message\|>Pamela Armellia Cruz Meister, Pamela Armellia and Lynda "Lyn" Hermit Location: Cafeteria "... My magic system...", he mumbled. "Cruz...?", Pamela asked again. "I...I'll just confess. That code... Reality/RESET... it damaged my magic system.", he said. Lyn just let her fork fall down on the ground. "You're... saying that the magic you used was able to damage your entire system?!", she asked. "It's an emergencial code. Its meaning is to restore my homeland. It's only usable by the... by certain technomagicians. It restores everything that has been destroyed into its original state. However, that damages the user's entire magic system.", he explained. Both Lynda and Pamela just looked at him, shocked after hearing all of that. "My state of coma... was supposed to be longer. I would have to be sleeping for a week, for it to recover fully. However... since I broke the estimated time, and if I calculate it rightly, I only recovered 40% of my system. And even if it's big, it's not enough.", he kept explaining. "So in the end... you did a fake analysis and lied to us. Now it begs the question... why?", Lyn questioned. "... I... just never wanted anyone worried about me. I agreed with myself that, independent of my actions so far, I would let fate decide for how long my life should be. And I don't want anyone worrying about some so- ARGH!!", Cruz's arm flickered once more. "I... I-I think it's best if we returned you to your room and put you on your bed. Maybe a little more rest can make things better.", Pamela suggested. It was written on her face that she was seriously cncerned. But Cuz was reluctant to that idea. "Gghh... there's... no need to... I can't rest anymore... not with much things that I still have to do.", his face expressed pain, although he didn't wanted to rest again... because of his kingdom. "... Ryan, your orders.", Lyn asked to him. She directly knew that talking with Cru is a waste of time, deciding to go to an authority and leaving her way of doing things aside.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan thought carefully on how he would word this. "You are to rest until your systems are 75 percent repaired. At that point you may continue whatever it is you need to do unless I or another Council Member says otherwise. No strenuous activity for the next one to two weeks." Ryan decided after a minute. He then turned to Lyn and Pamela. "And you two. I am officially making you two my deputies. As such, you are a part of the Student Disciplinary Committee and will take your responsibilities very seriously. Your first duty is to make sure that he does not disregard my orders. I expect you two to thoroughly read through the rules and regulations of the school. Dismissed." Ryan got up after he made his decisions, picked up his book, and vanished in a gust of wind. There was work to be done. In his place were two heavy rulebooks.</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy Meruin suddenly appeared next to Cruz. She did not go to him; she just wanted to get to the cafeteria quicker. The small mage yawned and blinked before turning to Ryan. "Oh, good morning, Ryan, and to you too, mister Cruz, miss Lint and miss Potato," she said. Meruin meant no disrespect, even if her dull voice said otherwise; she had simply not interacted with Lyn and Pamela much, so she hadn't yet committed their names to memory. She frowned upon double checking Cruz. "And what is the matter here?" It should also be noted that this time, Meruin was wearing clothes - or a clothe, to be specific. The only article of clothing she had on was her panties, yes, but it still counted as wearing clothes. "Oh, and there goes Ryan," said Meruin, slightly surprised that he left so quickly.</s>	<\|message\|>Elza Elza sighed, every gosh dang day Meruin couldn't be bothered to put some clothes on. You would think that a genius mage who could remember hundreds of spells would remember to put her clothes on in the morning. "Here are your clothes Meruin." Elza said yawning and handed her a bundle of clothes while enclosing her in shadows that concealed Meruin's body until she put her clothes on. It was nearly routine now; Elza gulped down another cup of coffee and went for more still barely awake.</s>
<\|description\|>Ryan Alon Age(We only except people 15 to 25): 16 Gender: Male Abilities: Is an expert with various Elemental Magics. Considers himself a Jack of all trades, a master of none. How you could work in a team: Is a precise powerhouse, can't tank hits unless wearing an elemental armor, but if he can get a solid hit in, he will end the fight. Personality (You can keep it short if you wish): Is somewhat awkward around others in social situations and doesn't understand much about relationships or friendships. Other: Number 7 on Student Council.</s> <\|message\|>Sol ghost in black Sol glanced at the scales rapidly covering Eris's body with interest. A strange magic that seemed to increase her strength, no matter he had no intention of letting her regain momentum. Logically it would be best to cancel the match and then retrieve their braces before continuing but it would be no fun to end mid-match. Sol's eyes narrowed as he traced the path of the rapidly moving metal orb and as soon as it crossed onto his side of the court Sol was there smashing it straight down, coming down on Eris's side mere centimeters from the net. Simultaneously he caused a distortion to warp into existence around the bubble slowing down time all around it, even if Eris would normally be able to move fast enough to block the attack the time warp should've been more than enough to slow her down long enough for him to score the winning point. Even if he didn't score a point he was still in a good position to spike the ball once again, he thought grinning confidently. --- Elza yawned and looked around dazedly when she heard some announcement about bracers, it seemed she had accidentally fallen asleep again. Oh well she was fresh and ready to go now so she eagerly grabbed a brace from the teacher. Her eye's flickered into shadow as she viewed the strange magic of the bracer flow into her and meld with her own, an interesting device. Her eyes returned to their normal color and she glanced around, Meruin was here along with several other people she didn't know very well. Elza retreated to a corner and examined her new device thoroughly curious to see how it worked and waited for classes to be announced.</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy , @JELDare As Cruz gave what she assumed was his title, Meruin's eyes suddenly had a very disturbing glint in them. It was by no means malicious, but it was suitably manic - the kind you see on mad scientists. The cause, of course, was not so much that Cruz mentioned he was a technomage - which had perked her interest enough - but because ue had mentioned he was the last of his kind. That sent Meruin's interest flying into the realm of the unhealthy. "The last Technomage, you say?" she muttered audibly. "Very interesting . . . tell me, would you be willing to partake in a few experi- tests?" For now, Slick was now pushed into the back of her mind, though part of her was resolute in talking to him more later on.</s> <\|message\|>Elizabeth Moon. Liz for short Liz waved to Meruin, she planned to walk over on her own anyway. When she arrived at the classroom she quickly went up and claimed a bracer "oh, a new design." She smiled happily and put it on her wrist and winced a bit when she drained her magic in it, for a while the bracer did not settle on its color but finally it came to a light blue clear, the color of the sea. Smiling and breathing a sigh of relief from that being over and the pain subsiding. Looking around it seemed like most people had arrived to collect their bracer as well. Looking around the room Liz walked over to Meruin "Just a quick update~ Euphie says you are good to have a fight with her after classes today as long as she gets to have a chat with you first, if she mentions Chase just lie and say you don't know where she is though please." Liz chuckled and looked at Elza who had retreated to a corner "Talk later Meruin." She quickly dashed off and jumped in front of Elza likely spooking her "Hi there, you must be new here! Whats your name? Any questions?" Liz asked bombarding the new girl with questions.</s> <\|message\|>Marcus Gracy Marcus stood to his feet slowly and slipped his hands into his pockets. He turned towards the school and walked deep in thought about his battle with Liz. He didn't care about how he looked like a giant mummy roaming and hunting the school. To him his appearance didn't matter. What really mattered was what the hell actually happened during his battle with Liz. He entered the classroom silently and retrieved his bracer from the teacher , applying it onto his right arm on top of the bandages. Although he didn't react to the tiny pain the bracer caused. Marcus noticed the others but was to caught up in his thoughts to acknowledge any of them. He grabbed a seat in the front row by the window and kicked his feet on top of the desk. Marcus stared out the window not noticing his bandages slowly stretch over the bracer.</s> <\|message\|>Alexander Faulkner The announcement woke Alex up from his daydreaming. About time... he thought while getting up from his seat, yawing. He made his way towards the classroom and watched as others in the line in front of him each took their braces. He saw Slick using some kind of flame power to change the color of his bracer, Huh...that's a pretty neat feature Once he received his bracer, Alex wore it on his left forearm and quickly felt it digging in on his skin, "so this is how the whole concept works huh?" Alex said to himself out-loud. He turned and walked towards one of the seats in the class and sat down. So...let's see if I can do the same as him... Alex thought and looked at his bracer for a moment. He closed his eyes and pictured his ability as an aura and focused it on his forearm. Suddenly the bracer turned white and mathematical symbols started appearing on it until everything was covered with said symbols. Alex opened his eyes and took a look at the changes, ...whatever he thought, pressed the button on his MP4 and continued listening to music. Although he didn't need to attend the rest of the lesson, Alex was too lazy to stand up from his seat again...</s> <\|message\|>Eris Phyre Lyndwyrm Eris rushed towards the ball but suddenly felt the effects of magic similar to time dilation, when she felt this she stopped and had her sword appear under the ball and launch it into the air above her before she jumped and slammed the ball over sol's head surrounding I'd with spinning light blades to cut through his wind.</s> <\|message\|>Elza ghost in black Sol grinned, as he thought his opponent had quickly reacted appropriately to the situation, but he wasn't done yet. Just before she launched the orb with those strange swords of hers Sol wrapped the Orb in devastatingly powerful wind currents and hurled it past Eris to the furthest corner of the court. The bubble of slowed time followed the ball catching Eris in it and hopefully stopping her from being able to react fast enough to stop his assault. --- Elza blinked rapidly and looked up startled her shadow already forming itself into a spear and nearly launching itself at Liz before Elza realized that she wasn't under attack and her shadow quickly returned to its original form. "Um sorry didn't see you there, My name is Elza. Everything has been pretty simple so far so my only question is, what kind of classes do we have here?" she said still somewhat surprised by the sudden conversation but her natural curiosity quickly taking over.</s> <\|message\|>Pamela Armellia Cruz Meister, Pamela Armellia and Lynda "Lyn" Hermit Location: Common Room Of course, that look wasn't pleasuring in the very least and it made Cruz think about what kind of tests and experiments she wanted to perform on him. But as he was going to ask, Pamela came forward to interrupt and do a scandal. In her mind, she needed one. "Whoa whoa whoa, hey hey hey, hold on! Performing tests on him? He's not your lab rat! And plus, I don't think that your intentions are good in a single bit!", she said, taking front. "Hey... Pamela? I don't think that you know, but she isn't the kind of person that likes to be disturbed...", he said. But she wasn't going to give attention to him. Not when she was doing something that the paparazzi would come and take photos to publish on the journals. After all, every worldwide diva makes a scandal here and there, so why she wouldn't make one? Lyn sighed. All that scene just proved that Pamela was an idiot and that the level of respect between them was going to be really small. Lynda isn't the kind of person that likes the weak. She just has a friendly acquaintance with Cruz because of who he is. She never saw his power directly, but she had expectations.. "I'm heading to the classroom. You coming, Cruz?", she said. "I guess I'm kinda in trouble here, so I'll go later...", he said. "Hey, no going in class until I take some answers out of this girl!", Pamela butted in. With a face of diappointment, Lyn left the common room towards the classroom, leaving Cruz and Pamela behind.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan recieved his bracer and didn't even flinch when the painful magic was inserted into him. The bracer turned somewhat crimson. His head snapped towards Meruin when he heard experiments. He glided over to Slick, Cruz, and Meruin and barely restrained a grin. "Did someone say, experi– I mean tests! Tests, not experiments. Experiment implies pain." He muttered to himself that last part.</s> <\|message\|>Deus Ira Deus watched as the Bracer was inserted into him. He didn't feel any pain, he began to laugh. He was already used to this kind of pain, but worst. He walked up to Agni seeing as how Cruz and He had arrived at the same time. 'Agni...He really interests me.' He looked at Agni for a long time before he began to speak. "Hello Agni we meet again at last. My name is Deus if you didn't hear me before, the one who had that little skirmish with you yesterday. So how are you doing?" Deus was extremely interested in him, not in the experimental way but the way that he would like to know about him.</s> <\|message\|>Pamela Armellia Agni Blackheart Location: Common Room As he was leaving the common room, a dialogue against his will started. While reading the Word of Hatred, Agni simply moved his eyes looked at the person who was talking to him. The question that Deus asked made Agni know that he wanted to make some kind of friendship or another thing. However, he was just cold as he ever is to answer. "... Why do you even ask? If you are expecting any sweet answer from me, throw those hopes in the trash. I don't believe in the slightest that you care about how I'm feeling and how I am now.", he said, walking towards the exit. But before leaving, he closed the Word of Hatred, looked forward and spoke one last thing. "... You all are liars. More of those people who use masks to hide what they really feel. I don't have reasons to be speaking with people that prefer to fake happiness instead of throwing out the hatred they feel. After all, inside of your tiny little heart... You. Hate. Me.", he said. After that, he opened his grimoire once more and finally left the room.</s> <\|message\|>Deus Ira Deus scratched his head and then put on a serious face. 'Liars huh, that word resembles everyone including you.... Lies are what shapes us, at the end of the day we are just human, nothing else....Our hearts can rot, all that matters is what we believe in..' Deus thought, his thoughts weren't in order more like Disarray, that's why everything he thought was unclear, he didn't even know what he was thinking. 'A dark aura, surrounded by loneliness and hatred...He must have gone through a lot.' He walked around the common room for some time. He noticed Marcus and walked to him. "Hey Marcus, you alright now, that was a pretty good fight out there, all you need is training and you'll master that power if yours, Anyways how are you feeling?"</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy Meruin frowned. "I assure you, whatever my intent, what I have planned may benefit the both of us," she stated. She gave a questioning look to Cruz. "I'm afraid she's an unfamiliar face to me, Mr. Cruz. Is she yours, or is she playing a joke on you too?" She was referring to her interaction earlier with Sol and Cornelia, but of course, neither of them knew that. "And yes, Ryan. I offered to preform a few . . . tests for Mr. Cruz, not on. I'm quite generous, aren't I?" said Meruin in an awkward attempt to make her offer seem better.</s> <\|message\|>Pamela Armellia @floodtalon Cruz Meister and Pamela Armellia Location: Common Room Cruz looked at Pamela and looked back at Meruin. "Uhh... how am I supposed to answer that? Let's see... well, she's just a firend I met here in the academy.", he said. Inside her own space, Pamela was heartbroken for hearing that, but she still stood up for him. "A-Anyway, you totally changed the phrase! Now you said for, when in a moment ago you said on! And what's this about benefit both of you?! I don't see ANY benefit in this thing for him!", she said, angry.</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy "Are you making this difficult on purpose?" stated Meruin bluntly. The girl was starting to get on her nerves, mostly because she was very loud. "This is a matter between me and Mr. Cruz, if you want to get involved, I will not stop you, but kindly have the sense of grace to at least be polite and tone down your volume, otherwise I will disregard everything you have to say."</s> <\|message\|>Elizabeth Moon. Liz for short Liz chuckled and took a seat on the floor in the corner beside her "What kind of classes, well I guess its split into 3 main types. Fitness classes like gym and such, Magic classes to help us refine our magic skills and finally academic classes like math and other languages." She paused "However, you don't really have to go to all of them just enough. For example someone like Meruin over there might not go to the fitness classes as much but makes up for it with going to the other two types where as I would likely skip basic classes and just focus on fitness and magic." Liz finally explained "Does that make sense?"</s> <\|message\|>Pamela Armellia Cruz Meister and Pamela Armellia Location: Common Room "Hrrrrgrrrr... you're getting on my nerves...", she said. Cruz took the front this time and spoke. "... Alright. We'll do this test for me and on me. After class, you decide where we're going. Pamela will come with me.", he said. "But Cruz-", she tried to speak, but he held her back.</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy Meruin raised a brow. "Are you sure? I haven't even explained the nature of the tests. Do not get me wrong; I am glad you accepted, but this whole affair has become needlessly complicated." Why it became complicated, Meruin left unsaid, but her pointed look at Pamela was a dead giveaway.</s>	<\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan nearly screamed in joy. Performing tests on a Technomage was insane in theory. "You can take the lead on these tests. I am just glad I can participate."</s>
<\|description\|>Ryan Alon Age(We only except people 15 to 25): 16 Gender: Male Abilities: Is an expert with various Elemental Magics. Considers himself a Jack of all trades, a master of none. How you could work in a team: Is a precise powerhouse, can't tank hits unless wearing an elemental armor, but if he can get a solid hit in, he will end the fight. Personality (You can keep it short if you wish): Is somewhat awkward around others in social situations and doesn't understand much about relationships or friendships. Other: Number 7 on Student Council.</s> <\|message\|>Marcus Gracy "That's not what I meant!!!" He pouted but decided to put it aside. Marcus smiled. His team mates had awesome abilities. " Hmmmm Deus, your gonna be rearguard. That means you'll be watching all three of are backs and assisting who ever needs help. Liz you and all your watery beauty will be midgaurd. Your job is to protect the vanguard and attack when you fell is necessary. And last but not least." Marcus looks at Cornelia. " Usually I'd be a solo man on vanguard but I'm not in the best of health for a head on full heated battle. So you'll be assisting me in vangaurd. You must think quickly and always stay on your toes. If you can't keep up tell me I'll do my best to help or Liz or Deus will back you up." He took a deep breath. Marcus usually doesn't like making plans cause it destroys his fun and happy go Lucky side. " I also have a few tricks up my sleeves. I believe that little match with Liz....that I don't remember very well gave me a boost in power. I'll test that during the battles just stay on your toes and watch your surroundings okay guys."</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy @floodtalon "Yes, nothing will happen to us outside," said Meruin. "Although everything about our abilities is perfectly replicated here, we cannot be physically harmed by what we do here." The small mage tilted her head, as her owl familiar relayed to her a message. "One moment . . . Tony, it seems your sister has been instructed to join our team. Shall I bring her in?"</s> <\|message\|>Mithrail Godsend ~@Eklispe~ Mithrail smirked and walked over to her team. "Well, it's a pleasure to meet you all. I am Mithrail Godsend! Natural born Celestial and naturally supreme being, however don't feel too conscious of yourselves, for I am a naturally magnanimous woman!" Which was just her way of saying, don't feel too bad that you suck compared to me, because everybody does and I treat all you peasants fairly! "So, whom do I have the pleasure of gracing with my presence? Come on now, introduce yourselves post-haste!" she ordered. ~@xXSINXx~ Okay, now Michael felt awkward. The girl obviously didn't want him to be around her. Still . . . "Er, so, that's a nice book you got there?" he said, not really finding the right words.</s> <\|message\|>Rayne Sanguine "Oh you mean this?" Rayne replied. "Yeah, It's pretty ancient." Rayne decided that it was time she made a friend or two. "I'm... Rayne." she said softly, sticking out her hand, her touch felt as cold as death itself, yet her appearance was somewhat seductive. "I'm the new transfer student."</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon @DaDrummer676 Ryan nodded and gathered energy. " Secret Grimoire Art: The Death." A aura of Death surrounded Ryan as a massive skeleton materialized around him. He reached out for Meruin as the very air around him seemed to die. Ryan was breathing heavily as he exerted his souls will. Ryan paused though when Meruin asked for a moment. He stopped breathing so heavily as he relaxed.</s> <\|message\|>Elza Elza grinned, she liked this angel chick. She talked funny, kinda like Meruin. "Of course Milady, M'names Elza and doom and gloom here is named Agni something. Don't have a last name myself but thats no importance. You got a plan for us or we winging it cap'n?" she asked the rather... confident angelic.</s> <\|message\|>Eris Phyre Lyndwyrm @JELDare@olcharlieboi "Welcome to the team Alex" Eris said before she turned back to the rest of the team, "we should assign positions for when we move out and try to get a base, which by the way I think we should put it up high like on a buildings roof" she whispered</s> <\|message\|>Tony Hart Tony nodded, "yeah. Bring her in." He watched Ryan as he began to change form. He had thought he was an elemental magician or something? Was he using a spell that was an anomaly or was his assumption off base? He was guessing it was an anomaly. Tony uttered a spell and a magic circle appeared in front of him. Then a roar erupted from the circle as a emerged from it. Tony jumped into the air, far higher than a human would be able to. He landed on the Dragon's back. "It's been a long time my friend," Hart said with a grin. The dragon just snorted smoke out of it's nostrils.</s> <\|message\|>Slick Sloth Zairos III "Yeah I think we -" Slick was cut off. "Now that most teams have been sorted, we'll see you at the finish." Once Hoba finished, everything went white and then colour was regained. Slick felt the cool air on his face, he, and the rest of team, were in the town center. "Nobody should have teleported with in five hundred meters of this place, I think we need to star looking for a base." @Vec@olcharlieboi@The ghost in black</s> <\|message\|>Charlie M-Oni Charlie groaned and then shivered at the cool air "...they like doing things without warning don't they?.." he sighed and nods "we do need to find a place to base down"</s> <\|message\|>Alexander Faulkner Alex returned Eris and Charlie's greetings, "Nice to meet you too" he told them. They seemed like a pretty cool bunch of people, for a random team that is. He just listened to the other three talk, strategizing about what they would do once the tests started when the teacher suddenly teleported everyone away. Having himself teleported away by another persons powers felt weird to Alex. He was so used to using his powers for transport that he had almost forgotten the feeling of other's powers doing it for him. He was teleported while sitting so he naturally fell down on the ground when their little group arrived at the town square, "Ouch!" he cried while rubbing his buttcheeks. He stood up and dusted his shirt that had some dirt on it. "So yeah, we're here. go ahead, find a place on that map you have and show it to me. I can take us there to save some time" he told the group.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan looked at Meruin. "I felt my body on the outside being teleported. I do believe it is time to fight." Ryan stated as the skeleton around him trembled with raw energy flowing through it. "I believe I may have forgotten to explain my Grimoire. My Grimoire is based off of the elements as you know, but some elements are more abstract than others. For reference, The Justice is based off of the element of Balance. Like all things in nature are balanced, so too are the elements. You can probably guess what element The Death is." Ryan dissolved the skeleton around him as he waited for Meruin to transport their minds into the real world once more.</s> <\|message\|>Lucy Hart Tony sighed, and all his spells disappeared as they weren't real. He crossed his arms over his chest. "We never discussed what our roles would be...." Lucy was talking with the owl when they were teleported to a new place. Lucy almost forgot to rub off the marker on Tony's face from Marcus. Lucy looked around nervously, her group was still unresponsive and she was pretty sure the competition had just begun.</s> <\|message\|>Eris Phyre Lyndwyrm Eris felt the distortion just before they were teleported and had braced herself for some kind of shock or drop but was surprised to find out the it was fine and after a second regained her barrings "ok I'll be vanguard who wants to back me up?"</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy @DaDrummer676 Meruin frowned and released all of them. "Yes, it does appear that it's begun. And hello there, Tony's sister." She faced the three of them. "Let us continue our discussion," she said, completely unmindful of the fact that the contest had begun and they could be attacked at any time. "I do not wish to divulge too many of my secrets, however, I want you all to know that no matter what form of attack comes at us, we will not get harmed. No one in this school has the capacity to prevent my defensive spells from working, especially ones from my Grimoire." The small mage stated this with utter confidence that was unlike her. It seemed she really believed what she said.</s> <\|message\|>Elza Elza blinked rapidly and looked around curiously, random teleportation okay then. "I guess that means we've started. Guess we should find someone to beat up, I can cloak us in darkness, then if we stick to the shadow's we'll be invisible." Elza offered while readying her scythe. She had to admit she was somewhat excited for this.</s> <\|message\|>Slick Sloth Zairos III "Allow me to help you Eris. I can tank magic damage with my scales, but I'm not a amazing in combat, so I couldn't be upfront."</s> <\|message\|>Charlie M-Oni Charlie watches them "what would you like me to do?.. like I said I can do any role thanks to my summoning power" he says "though I need to know what because the strongest equipment I can summon normally takes a lot out of me for a little bit, so best know what I need to do so I can bring it out before" he states, looking between his team mates.</s> <\|message\|>Slick Sloth Zairos III @The ghost in black@Vec Slick looked around, they were at the lowest point on the island, therefore the most vulnerable. "Guys, we should make a base, or at least somewhere. Otherwise, we're gonna be picked off easily."</s> <\|message\|>Lucy Hart Tony raised an eyebrow, "none? Absolutely none? I mean, by defensive spells are great, but what you're saying is that we're untouchable? If your defensive spells are that strong then let Lucy, Ryan, and I do the attacking while you make sure nothing hits us. Lucy can disappear, and not only disappear, but become untraceable. That means she can go spy on other teams for us or sabotage them. Who do you think is going to be the most dangerous team for us? Marcus' or Slick's?" Tony slashed the air and commanded, "apertus!" This made a small pocket of space open up for him and he reached in and pulled out his spellbook. He put his hand on Lucy's shoulder and began chanting. A magic circle appeared under both of them. "Since everyone here has very destructive powers, I gave you a temporary physical buff. You'll be a lot faster, stronger, and more durable than normal." Lucy nodded, making a fist, then she grinned. "Sweet."</s> <\|message\|>Pamela Armellia Cruz Meister, Pamela Armellia and Lynda "Lyn" Hermit Location: Town Center After being teleported, Cruz looked around while doing his analysis with his power. "Oho, now that's something. What are you doing now?", Lyn asked to him. "I'm analyzing our surroundings. By now, all that I can say is that the teams aren't so far from each other.", he said, still analyzing everything. "Oooh, that's not good! Is the team with that girl that wants to test you near us?", Pamela asked, worried. "Call it as luck as you want, but they aren't so near. Yet they aren't so far.", he said. --- Agni Blackheart Location: Town Center The teleportation was fast. As the process ended, Agni finally released his arm off from Elza's grip. After that, he walked towards a direction. "... I don't know what you'll be doing, but I'm going after someone. I aim him since the teams were formed. If any of you touch him, I'll bring you down to hell and I don't care if you're from my team or not.", he said. After that, he walked towards a direction. Agni wanted to bring Cruz down with his own hands and he wasn't going to let anyone get in his way.</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy @floodtalon Meruin frowned. "Oh, wait, there is a small problem. The spell that prevents any attacks from being effective also affects us, me included. So long as I use it, when I mean no one can attack, I mean that quite literally." The small mage closed her eyes and looked about. She extended her conscioussness to everywhere around them. It was the start of the match and luckyily, no one had thought to conceal themselves yet, so she could sense their energies easily. Now, let's see if she can't make anyone squirm for a bit . . . "Tony, Ryan and . . . Lucy, correct? I feel like I want to make things a little more interesting for everyone," said Meruin, the equivalent of a devilish smirk on her otherwise unexpressive face. "Guard me, just in case anyone approaches." Meruin began chanting. ---- NUMBER OF POSTS UNTIL SPELL GOES OFF: 23 - @MagusDream @JELDare @olcharlieboi @Eklispe @The ghost in black@Vec @Slendy@BranchOfSin @ScorpionLantern @Shikaru @Dash375</s>	<\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan smiled as he felt power flow through him. "I suggest we just walk. It's highly likely that someone will come to us, so let's dictate the battlefield. If we want to go on the offensive we should go after Marcus and his team. He will be more annoying to go fight, so why not get him out of the way first?" Ryan suggested with a shrug. He then thought for another moment. "If we really wanted to we could just have Meruin use the equivalent of a magical nuke though. That would be a lot simpler."</s>
<\|description\|>Ryan Alon Age(We only except people 15 to 25): 16 Gender: Male Abilities: Is an expert with various Elemental Magics. Considers himself a Jack of all trades, a master of none. How you could work in a team: Is a precise powerhouse, can't tank hits unless wearing an elemental armor, but if he can get a solid hit in, he will end the fight. Personality (You can keep it short if you wish): Is somewhat awkward around others in social situations and doesn't understand much about relationships or friendships. Other: Number 7 on Student Council.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan moved back after seeing Cruz could handle himself and moved to the ground. He sat under a tree and sighed. "I have not atoned for my father's sins yet. But this is a start." Ryan looked at the sky. "Why do they keep forgetting that death means nothing to them right now? If they die, they would come back after the battle."</s> <\|message\|>Cornelia Gamma Cornelia Cornelia got pissed as the beams passed through her brain and heart. She was dead, supposedly. She didn't have enough time to think. Who did he think he was, was all Cornelia could think about. "You're just Human, a Technomage but Human....I'll show you it, maybe we can have a fun time?" Cornelia fell backwards as Blood spilled over the grass. Muramasa appeared on Cornelia's hand, Something was about to happen. She had the power, all she needed was the Key, and Cruz had just given her the key. The Key to an Unbound World. Muramasa began to float above Cornelia, if she was Dead Muramasa would go straight to the next owner, and that would be Cruz, yet instead the Sword Impaled her in the Lungs. BGM: Fate's Demise Cornelia stood up as Muramasa was Impaled in her body. The parts of her body that were blown off were already recovered. She was charging up her energy, and releasing it at the same time. She was about to go into Unbound World State. A transformation were you have full control of your powers in exchange for your sanity and humanity, to be fair she wasn't Human in the first place. She took out Muramasa from her lungs. It was covered in a crimson red blood. The Sword began to emit an Evil Aura in a 10 in radius. She was laughing. If she killed him then Deus would get mad at her more. She kept charging up, as a small force field was placed around her. Purple marks began to appear all over her body, she was ready. The force field disappeared as a wide psychopathic grin appeared over her face. If you got near her the evil could possibly consume you if you aren't strong enough, something like the perfect defence. Now, Who should I kill first? Hahaha, I know I'll finish off that Pest Marcus and deal with that Cruz guy later.</s> <\|message\|>Marcus Gracy Marcus watched in excitement as an unspeakable amount of negative energy flowed through the air. "I happen to find powerful women very attractive Cornelia." He said tying his hair into a pony tail so it wouldn't get in the way of his site. Marcus removes his suit jacket and drops it onto the ground. He bumps both of his fist together walking closer to Cornelia. "I'm about to give you a love tap that's gonna hurt like hell! He laughed vanishing and firing a negative sphere of energy behind Cornelia as he reappeared. Marcus focused his best on not using his physical abilities just yet. He kept a great amount of distance between him and Cornelia.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan wanted to yell. "Does everyone here want to kill someone! Jesus!" Ryan got up with a grimace and looked at Cornelia. "She should he dead, yet here we are." Ryan snapped his fingers and Honjo Masamune appeared in his hand. He aimed carefully than threw it at her like a spear. As it came flying at her it began to elongate and get thinner until it eventually was a spear. It took on a golden like quality and continued its course for her lungs.</s> <\|message\|>Pamela Armellia Cruz Meister and Agni Blackheart Location: Town Center BGM: Clockwork Doll still playing Distracted with the other fight, Cruz was almost hit by Agni, saved by his illusion. The second Cruz vanished as he was hit and the flash began again. However, Cruz was having the upper hand. Darn it... I'm not using 100% of my power as a Devil Lord... and he's able to battle me!, Agni thought. Cruz dashed back and opened a panel. "... Setting code. Time limite set. Changing battle plan.", he said after setting his magic.I nerd to hold myself back for now. I'll abuse on illusions until the time comes...!, Cruz planned. Time set for Spell Release: 20 posts Lynda "Lyn" Hermit, Pamela Armellia & Cerberus Still not far from the chaos, Lyn returned to her duel with Cerberus, that stood in his human form. Pamela wanted to dash and help the others with Agni, but she wasn't able to simply leave. Then, she saw Arcadius and called for him. "Heeeeey!! Elemental mage that is in our team and that I forgot the name!! Come here for a second, please!!!, she screamed.</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy Meruin, about to face Cerberus, paused at the arrival of Cornelia. Apparently, Agni was not the only one that was feeling particularly murderous today. She sighed in exasperation; now there were two of them (four, if you included Marcus and Deus from earlier) running around. Hm, who to deal with first? she thought. Cerberus was certainly a threat, but Pamela and Lyn were facing it together, while Cornelia was facing Marcus alone. Before she could decide who to go after, Ryan launched a spear of magic against the girl. Ah, well that's decided. Meruin floated in between Pamela and Lyn. "It seems you're bent on facing this thing. I will help you," she said in a tone that offered no room for argument. "Afterwards, I will deal with Agni and Cruz." Facing Cerberus, the tiny mage tilted her head. "Now, you're certainly smaller than I had thought. I can only hope you can prove to be an interesting subject of observation." A light tap from her foot resulted in a sudden explosion of glowing white chains. They snaked around Cerberus on all sides, burning all traces of demonic influence with it.</s> <\|message\|>Cornelia Gamma Cornelia got pissed, not at the fact that Marcus was flirting with her but at the fact that Ryan was interrupting her fight. As the Negative Sphere got closer to her she got an idea. She used Meta-Teleportaion to teleport behind Ryan and used another of her powers which was called, Fact-to-Fiction. This power allowed her to turn any reality into fiction and Vice-versa, making events that should have happen, never happen. "Fact-to-Fiction! The Negative Sphere hits Ryan." The Negative Sphere would be heading for Ryan now. She then teleported behind Marcus and began slashing him with Muramasa, which would drain his life if slashed by it.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan rolled his eyes and moved out of the way of the sphere of negative energy. When it began coming back at him, he summoned Honjo Masamune back into his hands and sliced the orb in half. "You better be damn glad I'm helping you Marcus, because you're not even on my team." Ryan teleported in between Marcus and Cornelia and blocked the slashes. "You should be dead." He stated. He felt Tue evil radiating off of her and smiled a bit. Just two years ago and he would've been consumed by it. But not today. "Could you die for me? I don't feel like fighting anymore." Ryan suddenly began glowing as he looked her in the eyes. "Actually, I think I'll take you both out. Grimoire Art: The Chariot!" Ryan than exploded in a burst of fire and hit air. He began to reform near where Meruin was and collapsed on the ground panting with exhaustion. "Note to self, exploding hurts."</s> <\|message\|>Marcus Gracy "Thanks for the help anyways." Marcus laughed as he retreated from the explosion with a simple step. Although his back got burned a bit from the blast. His happiness turned into a frown when he realized that Cornelia could of gotten hurt in the explosion. "Aww what the fuck Ryan. If you messed up my dates face I'm coming after you." Marcus dusted himself off and walked back towards the blast site. He didn't want to admit it but he was having a lot of fun. "Cornelia, my love please tell me that your okay?" Marcus asked. Which was weird because he was charging up two more negative spheres to fire at her.</s> <\|message\|>Pamela Armellia Cruz Meister, Pamela Armellia, Lynda "Lyn" Hermit and Agni Blackheart Agni kept attacking Cruz with a violent and heavy assault of scythe slashes. The technomage was abusing of illusions just like he planned. However, that wouldn't last long. Thin are the chances that I will be able to keep this up... If someone has a plan, do it now!, he thought. Meanwhile, Lynda and Cerberus were attacking each other in the same rhythm. Clashes between her slashes and his claws were common. Until Meruin used her power, removing the dark energy índice the hell hound. "Ggh... This light...!, he said, kneeling. "Thanks a lot for that! Shadow Wind!!", she declared. With a roundhouse kick, Lyn generated a small tornado of dark slashes that hit Cerberus without any difficulty.</s> <\|message\|>Deus Ira Cornelia sighed as the explosion went off. This wouldn't hurt her one bit, but it did blow off her arm and one leg. She began to laugh maniacally. It had been a while since she could use this power, it was time to use Fiction's full power. The blown off limbs began to regenerate which was also a part of her powers, Absolute Restoration. "Gah,fine, you want to see power, I'll show you real power!" Cornelia teleported again a few feet backwards. She began to charge up her powers. She was ready, and so it was time to use Fictional Dream Land. The sky turned a blood red and the ground purple. Marcus and Ryan were both now in Cornelia's Fictional Dream Land. Where she was a kind of god. Wlecome to my Dream Land, Where I am God and Overseer. Now time to die Sweet Marcus! Deus: The spirit bomb was ready, he also had a clear shot. His aura turned Indigo as he began to speak telepathically to everyone. "Get out of the way, NOW!" BGM:God of Destruction's Sorrow Deus launched the Neo-Spirit Bomb at Agni. This spirit bomb was nearly impossible to dodge, and if you teleported out of its way, Deus would have a backup plan. This Neo Spirit Bomb would negate the effects of spells for a 10 Mile radius when it hit it's target or the ground, it could also KO an opponent if he is not strong enough. The perfect attack. Deus used Ability Create: Wind Manipulation to make the Spirit Bomb extremely fast. The Spirit Bomb was about the size of the moon. @MagusDream @floodtalon</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan sighed. He looked at the sky and smiled. He looked over at Meruin. "You got any spells that can give me a stamina boost?" Ryan asked Meruin. He then looked at the Spirit Bomb in the sky. "On second thought." Ryan reached into his pocket and grabbed a small syringe filled with a glowing clear liquid. "I love money." He jabbed himself in the arm and injected all of it into his body. " This is going to hurt." He began convulsing on the ground and yelled for a solid minute. He called down and simply twitched for a couple of seconds. He got up and coughed up some blood. "Hey Meruin, we need to go now." Ryan pointed at both Deus and Cornelia.@BranchOfSin@TheHangedMan</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy Meruin looked at Cerberus, preparing to finish him, when Dues bomb flashed throughout the grounds. Shortly afterwards, Ryan fell on the ground next to her, muttering something about explosions - which was pretty apt, considering how many of them were going on right now. "Well, that would seem to be the case," said Meruin, straight-faced. She raised a brow as he injected himself with a small syringe, filled with something obviously not medically prescribed. "Wait, I wish to observe this a little longer," she stated. Cornelia had piqued her interest. They all had, actually, but right now Cornelia held her attention the most. Seeing Ryan cough up blood, she frowned deeply. "Are you okay? I can preform healing if you need it."</s> <\|message\|>Marcus Gracy Marcus jaw dropped in ah. He wasn't scared or surprise of the power Cornelia was giving off. "Oh...my...goddess!!! He laughed clapping his hands like a little fan girl. Marcus could possible die and he's acting like a retard. He obviously was caught up in his own thoughts about the battle. " I think I'm in love." He says as he grips his fist tightly at the excitement that raged in his body. Cornelia was starting to look more attractive to him as she became stronger. A few things pass through his mind that shouldn't be said out loud in front of children as he continued to stare at her. "Your so mines after this fight." Marcus dark blue eyes began to imitate the aspects of fire and danced like it was being ignited by wood. He did look insane but this time he had complete control over his madness and sanity. " I think its time to make are relationship more physical." Marcus says disappearing and reappearing uncomfortable close to Cornelia's face. " Say cheese!" He shouted as he threw a purposely slow punch towards Cornelia's stomach.</s>	<\|message\|>Ryan Alon "No I'm really not okay. I'm overusing my Grimoire and I just blew myself up a few minutes ago. But I don't need healing, that's what the syringe was for." Ryan explained quickly. " Just make sure we get out of here before we die. If we get beaten by these guys because you were too curious for your own good, I'm going to be unbelievably embarrassed." Ryan shrugged and looked at Cornelia and Marcus. "Love is strange huh? How he's attracted to a powerful woman." He glanced at Meruin. "I think I get how you felt when you first got your Grimoire. Crazy stuff. " He then continued looking at the battles going on. "We have quite a few contenders for council positions. They're strong. Not as strong as us though."</s>
<\|description\|>Ryan Alon Age(We only except people 15 to 25): 16 Gender: Male Abilities: Is an expert with various Elemental Magics. Considers himself a Jack of all trades, a master of none. How you could work in a team: Is a precise powerhouse, can't tank hits unless wearing an elemental armor, but if he can get a solid hit in, he will end the fight. Personality (You can keep it short if you wish): Is somewhat awkward around others in social situations and doesn't understand much about relationships or friendships. Other: Number 7 on Student Council.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan sighed. "You'll die here! I have crippling inadequacy issues. My power is uncontrollable so I try to kill others to prove my existence." He mocked Cornelia by mimicking her voice in an unnaturally high tone. He quickly returned to his own voice. "Meruin, can we go now? They're annoying me with their attempts to one up each other." Ryan asked Meruin. "Not only that, but they actually think they can permanently kill each other. WHICH THEY CAN'T BECAUSE OF THE RULES OF THE CLASS AND OUR BRACELETS PREVENT US FROM DYING!" Ryan half yelled just so everyone else could hear him.</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy Meruin, upon looking at the spectacle before her, opened her mouth and looked like she very much wanted to say something. Suddenly, she closed it, pursed her lips, then just stopped altogether. She turned to Ryan. "Ah, you know what, I think you may be right. We'll step out, however, we do still have a duty to make sure this doesn't go overboard," she said. "Honestly, if it isn't Marcus and Deus, then it's Agni and Cornelia. Does everyone here have a hit-list I don't know about?" You know what? She would hang-out with Liz. Yeah, that seemed like a much more sensible option.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon "Of course, of course." Ryan nodded in agreement. "I don't have a hit list. If I don't like someone, I humiliate them. Killing them is a bit overboard." Ryan stated. He quickly glanced at Cornelia. "Hey what happened to the other members of our team? I think we lost them."</s> <\|message\|>Marcus Gracy You sir are a genius. Marcus telepathically says back to Deus. As Deus destracted his lover he appears behind Cornelia and heavily strikes her in the back with his index finger. I know what your thinking. Why just his index finger? Why not his whole fist? Well at this level of strength him punching her could probably instantly snap her in half. After Marcus strikes her, he grabs her arms and holds her in a full nelson. Quick Finish Her! He states telepathically holding onto Cornelia tighter. Love is gonna have to wait. Right now ending this battle is equally important than his future relationship with her.</s> <\|message\|>Pamela Armellia Cruz Meister, Pamela Armellia, Lynda "Lyn" Hermit and Agni Blackheart & Cerberus Location: Town Center A beep cold be heard. When he heard it, Cruz took his pendant of his neck and held it. The town can't be left in shambles like this. Even if its purpose was solely for our fight..., he thought. He kneeled and placed his hand open in the ground, with the pendant under it. A giant magic circle appeared under him, as static was being constantly released from his body. Red eyes that were shining more than a polished ruby, Cruz declares his spell. "Code: Reality/RESET!!", he declares, as the static appeared more and more. A blinding and expanding light started to rose from Cruz, engulfing the unconscious Agni first. While battling Lynda, Cerberus, finally noticed the lack of Agni's power in the air. My master...!! This cannot be...!!, the thought of Agni's defeat running in his mind, constricting the fragile pride that Cerberus had. But when he looked back, the engulfing light of Reality/RESET was already approaching. "Gggggh...!! This blinding light...!!", he said, while closing his eyes and protecting them with his arms. Behind him, the two girls were too closing her eyes. "Darn it...!! It's like when you're looking directly at the sun...!!", she said. "W-Where is Cruz?! What is going to happen to him?!", Pamela spoke, worried about Cruz. But she didn't have time to give hypotesis, as she, Lyn and Cerberus were engulfed by that light. It couldn't be nullified by anything, nor it could be stopped by any magic of different reality. It was only an emergencial code, both for the user and for the enviroment around him. Soon, the light expanded even more, engulfing everyone into it... @Shikaru@Eklispe@JELDare@Vec@The ghost in black@Slendy@BranchOfSin@ScorpionLantern@Zetsuko@floodtalon</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy Meruin was for once, fully surprised by the spell Cruz unleashed. She shot a dirty glance at the blinding light, right before teleporting right next to Ryan. The light shined through them, however, the area nine square meters around Meruin was still damaged, and remained the same as before. "Oh . . . it was harmless," said Meruin, looking around her. It looked like all the spell did was fix things. Well, whatever. Cruz should have known better than to cast a spell like that without telling anyone. , @floodtalon</s> <\|message\|>Cornelia Gamma Deus nods as Marcus grabbed unto Cornelia. He began charging up his power for one last strike before it disappeared. Deus disappeared and reappeared on top of Cornelia, but Cornelia didn't sense him, since her World power had malfunctioned, she could only use it for a limited time. Deus grabbed Cornelia by the hair, and threw her up in the air. He took out Kusanagi and Impaled her through the Heart and then sliced her legs, making her unable to move for some time. Cornelia and Deus both began free falling from the sky, they were both knocked out. When they hit the ground, a loud thud could be heard. Cornelia Cornelia was taken by surprise as Marcus and Deus double teamed her. She sighed as she knew that she was defeated right then and there. She cursed that she held back and didn't use her final trump card named Complete Arsenal. As she free felll from the sky, she cursed at both Marcus and Deus.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan didn't even flinch as he saw what could have been the equivalent of a magical nuke heading straight towards him. Meruin flashed next to him and blocked it quite easily. "Nice reflexes." He commented quite casually. He watched Cornelia fall from the sky and smiled a little. "I do believe it's over." He got up and cleared his throat. "Let's be quite clear here! If anyone else feels like trying to kill, maim, or destroy anyone here, then step on up! Because I am getting quite sick of being surprised by people trying to kill other people!" He yelled as he cast a minor spell to make his voice louder.</s> <\|message\|>Marcus Gracy Marcus smiled happily as Deus lands the finishing blow on to Cornelia. He walked towards Deus's and Cornelia's unconscious bodies and picked up the both of them carrying them on his shoulders. He was to busy being happy about the ending of the hectic battle that he didn't notice the spontaneous beam of light that in golfed him. His surroundings were rebuilded and back to there perfect state. Marcus's eyes reverted back to their normal cyan color. The sky also seem to become clearer after Cornelia's defeat. He walks towards Ryan and Meruin still carrying Deus and his soon to be girl friend. "That was one hell of a fight!" He happily shouted getting closer to them. Hopefully that was the last fight of this choatic battle royal.</s> <\|message\|>Pamela Armellia Cruz Meister, Pamela Armellia, Lynda "Lyn" Hermit and Agni Blackheart & Cerberus Location: Rebuilt Town Center As the light faded away, the town was completely rebuilt. Back to the state it was before everything began. When they opened their eyes, it seemed like a miracle. "The town... it was rebuilt?", Lynda asked. "Look! O-Over there!!", Pamela said, pointing to Cruz and Agni. The technomage could barely get up. He was tired. His opponent just opened his eyes, only to see the blue sky. The hell wolf, with a single dash, reached his target. "My master!!". Cerberus said, upon reaching Agni. Pamela ran towards Cruz, holding her microphone tightly. She knew that Agni would do something. And right she were, since in the moment he got up, he alled a scythe and prepared to slash Cruz. However... "Ugh!!", he said. Agni was unable to slash, let alone move his arm. The massive power he used backfires every time it's over, leaving him weak. However, he tried to move more and more. "My master, you must stop! You are in no condition to continue with this!", Cerberus said. "Let go of me... let me kill him already!!", he shouted. "... Is this all some prejudice? What... did I ever do to you...?", Cruz asked, with a weak voice. Upon hearing that question, some tears fell from Agni's face. "You bastard... you even dare to ask, huh? You got balls to do that, after making me and sister suffer like you did, you murderer!!", Agni shouted again, louder than the last time. Cruz raised his head, looking directly at him. "M-Murderer... what are you talking... about? I would... never... kill... someone...", Cruz said, his voice getting weaker and weaker. "... Mark my words. I don't care what it takes, or who's getting in my way... but I'll have my revenge. I will take your life away...!! And you'll suffer so much, so much... jsut like I... did...", Agni swore. After than, not having any energy anymore, both fell down again. "My master! I... I must go for now! Please excuse me!!", Cerberus said, completely worried with his master's state. Using his own power, he took himself and Agni back to the academy. "Cruz!! Cruz!! Wake up!!", Pamela said, shaking him. He was still conscious, but with his eyes closed. "Sorry... but I can't... go on anymore. It's... thanks to me... that... we lost...", he spoke, almost whispering. Lyn apprached him and kneeled down. "You still care about winning? After all that happened, I just want to go back...", she said, laughing a bit. "I... see. In the... next time. we'll do it. I'm... su... re....", the last words he spoke fore getting unconscious. It was actually the first time he used Reality/RESET, so his own magical system wasn't ready for something like that. The two girls got up. Then, Pamela saw a thin thread on the ground and pulled it. It was Cruz's pendant. It was a blue cross, but its light was really dim. "It's really beautiful... I wonder if this was something that a friend gave to him.", she commented. "It's really different from anything I have seen. I don't know anything about this jewel.", she said. They kept looking at the pendant... rather, the mark wielded by the King of the Technomages.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan looked over at the scene going on between Pamela and Lyn. He walked over towards them and put on his most smug grin he could muster. "I don't suppose you two have an alternate form designed to try and kill me?" He asked sarcastically as he looked over Cruz. "He'll be fine. He overloaded his magical system. I amazed he didn't scar his soul, but either way he's fine. Now give up. I don't want to have to hurt you two, I'm about five minutes from passing out myself." He asked politely. This is probably the most polite he's been in the past 5 years.</s> <\|message\|>Pamela Armellia Cruz Meister, Pamela Armellia and Lynda "Lyn" Hermit Both girls looked at Ryan and then at each other. "Well... I-I do give up. I'm more worried about Cruz than with some victory...", Pamela spoke while looking at the unconscious friend. Lyn sighed and gave her answer. "I don't think we have many choices, do we? I don't know about Arcadius over there, but I'm out... for now.", she said, disappointed. Then, a weak panel appeared right at them. The message converter from the symbols to letters. Hey... Um, you're probably asking how this appeared if I'm not awake, but... I just wanted to ask a favor. I don't know when I'll wake up, so I want you to question Agni. I want to know why he wants to kill me that much...</s> <\|message\|>Elza @floodtalon Elza was worried about the massive wall of light that headed towards her but didn't sense any malovent intent and assumed it had a different purpose. It turned out she was right as the wave washed over her the town became restored. Well how fun, it seemed that the only poeple left that she could see were Meruin, who she'd already lost to, Ryan, Pamela and Lyn. Well attacking Meruin would be an exercise in futuilty unless she had some sort of massive advantage over her. She jumped down from the tower sticking her sytche in the wall to slow her descent leaving a long gash down the side of it. Elza walked over to the two girls that appeared to be on the recently defeated Cruz's team. "Giving up?" she asked the pair, "Shame, I was hoping you two would be willing to fight Meruin for me, I'll take this Ryan guy." she said turning to face Ryan. "All I have to do is fight you for five minutes then I win right?" She asked shooting a confident grin his way. She could probally take him normally but with a five minute time limit there was no way he could win. Elza still didn't know what she was going to do about Meruin but she figured she would cross that bridge when she came to it.</s>	<\|message\|>Ryan Alon " Sure. One sec." Ryan quickly analyzed Elza and smiled. " On second thought, I refuse. Good day madam." Ryan teleported away and began sweating hard. With a five minute time limit he was going to lose, no question. He looked around and saw Meruin. "Meruin, I need healing please. If you can that is." Ryan remembered to be polite at the last moment, he was sweating bullets at this point.</s>
<\|description\|>Ryan Alon Age(We only except people 15 to 25): 16 Gender: Male Abilities: Is an expert with various Elemental Magics. Considers himself a Jack of all trades, a master of none. How you could work in a team: Is a precise powerhouse, can't tank hits unless wearing an elemental armor, but if he can get a solid hit in, he will end the fight. Personality (You can keep it short if you wish): Is somewhat awkward around others in social situations and doesn't understand much about relationships or friendships. Other: Number 7 on Student Council.</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy Meruin's eye twitched. Okay, this was really, truly getting out of hand. Marcus, Conrelia, Deus - what were these three thinking?! This was an academy, a place to learn. Sure, the battles were extravagant and chaotic, but it was all for the sake of self-improvement - or at least, to Meruin it was. To everyone else, it seemed like a chance to kill each other off. Enough, she would not condone such foolishness anymore. She turned to Ryan and Elza. Her normally emerald eyes were now glowing a dangerous silver. "Ryan, Elza, I apologize for my rudeness, but may I ask you to put your fight on hold for awhile? I think I feel like dealing with a certain trio first." After her statement, a large book the size of her torso dropped in front of her and floated in front of her chest area. "After all, it has been awhile since I've felt this displeased with someone else fighting." Grimoire of Meruin</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan went through minor mental anguish as he felt a darkness surround his mind, but it quickly left. Ryan heard Meruin and his feet hit the ground. He took one knee to the ground as a sign of respect and bowed his head. "As you wish." As a strange coincidence, when he bowed his head it caused the blade to once again miss. He ended his Grimoire spell and watched as Meruin brought out her own Grimoire. "Hell hath no fury." He muttered to himself with an imperceivable grin.</s> <\|message\|>Elza Elza skidded to a halt inches from Ryan and turned to look at Meruin. Strange request that, but if she kept fighting no doubt Meruin would interfere and that's the last thing she wanted. Somewhat reluctantly she molded her shadow into a chair and sat down. Elza was sure that she was about to get Ryan but no matter, good things to those who wait. That and she was interested to see Meruin's response to the... overzealous fighters. It did seem rather intense for what was an all actuality a simple assignment. "Hey wingboy!" she yelled at the kid that was flitting around the battlefield, "Might wanna take a seat behind Silver-Eyes, collateral damage and all that." Elza said grinning while gesturing to the furious mage. She was ready for a lightshow.</s> <\|message\|>Deus Ira Cornelia: Pandora's Box As soon as Cornelia awoke, she knew that she was in an Illusion. First because she didn't have the gauntlet on that prevented her from dying, meaning if she died here, she died for real. Secondly, she was in her old home which in the real world was burned down and in tatters. She had killed her family and Now wants to kill Deus, yet she doesn't know why. Her Love for Killing comes from the Sword Muramasa. It took her humanity and part of her sanity. Deus: Outside of Pandora's Box Deus was charging up another blast when suddenly, two Magic Circles appeared in his arms. This was his father's magic circle, meaning he could definetly not break it. The Magic Circles pulled him all the way down to the floor, and at the second he touched the Floor, Chains came up from the ground, tying his arms and legs in a chain. An Aura-Magnetic Force Field was placed around Deus. This was a safety lock. Intended for when Deus' powers were about to create a storm, using the word extremly loosely. Pandora's Box was still active, and whomever got near it would get either possessed by the evil Aura or killed. Anyone could currently see that Deus' Dark Aura Manipulation powers were being drained. Meaning he wouldn't be able to use them anymore, forever. "No! Stop! I- I- I need to kill her, now that the stupid gauntlet is out of the way, I can kill her no holding back!" The Dark Aura could be seen, being expelled from Deus' body.</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy When you look at the words 'illusion' and 'reality', how does one define the difference between the two? Generally, people define illusions as a trick, a deceit, or a lie. It is something false with no real substance behind it. Reality, therefore, must surely be something that can be confirmed from all perspectives. Such foolish concepts, no? Reality and illusion, in truth, are separated only by the flawed perception of those that view them. Reality can become illusion from another angle and vice-versa. The inevitable conclusion to this is that whatever we view, it is reality only so long as we believe it is so. So if we believe that the world around us is an illusion, then it is so. Once we think of something as an illusion, then naturally, we seek to find 'a reality' behind it. Effectively, everything is and isn't at the same time. It is all about perception. The perception of concepts. Yes, that is right, it's all about perception. Such is the mechaninc behind the second page of Meruin's Grimoire. The short mage's eyes shot upwards, looking at the moon lying beneath the sun. The sky turned dark with night, and where the bright sun of the afternoon was, a blurry silver moon now stood. Everything and everyone's outlines blurred. Spells faded, strength began to fade. Everything that was real has now become an illusion. Even your powers were now illusions. None of you held any meaning to the world anymore. None of you can truly do anything permanent. The only reality here was Meruin, who saw all of you as an illusion. She could not touch you, you could not touch her or each other. When your spells ended and when you were released, even that would mean nothing. Once Meruin stopped seeing you as an illusion, you would become the reality she wanted you percieve. Grimoire of Meruin, Second Spell: Hazy Moon Meruin approached Deus and Cornelia, the former who was chained while the latter was still trapped in an illusion (which was an illusion within itself). The short mage had a concerned look on her face. "Deus . . . I apologize, but so long as I am here, you will do no such thing. If . . . you should ever attempt to do so again, I will . . ." Meruin bit her lip, thinking of a way to stop him from doing so, without being unfair to Deus. She could see clearly that there was history between them, but there was no giving leeway for murder. "If you ever attempt this again, I will take Cornelia under my wing. I will protect her and train her, and make her strong. Strong to the point where you will never be able to defeat her. I am capable of this, and I swear I will do it if you force me to." That was not a request or even a statement. That was an ultimatum.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan chuckled lightly. He could feel himself not being. What an interesting feeling. He looked at the moon and laughed a bit harder. "This feeling is amazing. I feel so detached." He said to himself. He knew no one could hear him, as he could hear no one. He had gained a deeper understanding of himself in this moment. "I can feel my soul expanding. I can feel The World." He understood so much. It was truly Zen like. The only sadness he felt was that it would not last forever. It was only in this Zen like state that Ryan could activate The World. He looked into the laws of the Universe and shivered. " This is the potential of my Grimoire? I feel so powerful." He knew he couldn't do anything with this power because of Meruin's stronger Grimoire, but it was a nice motivator to see his potential.</s> <\|message\|>Deus Ira Deus: Outside Pandora's Box Deus was no longer himself. His eyes had turned white, as white as the full moon. His hair had also changed to white. The Chains and the Force-Field was dispelled. There was now only agony in Deus' eyes. The World had changed, and Deus could sense it. But he would not give up, he had to survive what he was about to do in order to kill her and get his revenge. He looked at Meruin then at everyone else. He was going to do something he learned recently, but that was Dangerous because the Limits...well there were none. If Reality and Illusion were all just concepts of Perspective, then what was the point of getting revenge. He had to get his revenge, he was an Avenger after all. Deus looked at Meruin. ]"Ha- hahahaha. Take her under your wing? Protect Her? Train Her? I never knew the people at this school would prorect a Mass Murder. Reality and Illusion Huh? The Concept of Perception, Just like her power. The Balance between Reality and Fantasy.. That Accursed power, that which has been hunting me for years....If you think you can protect her, train her, then you're Dead Wrong...Is what I would like to say if you had pulled out this "trick", Everything has a Cause and an Effect Meruin just remember that when you attempt to take her under your wing. That will come to bite you in the arse some years later." Deus looked at the now unstable Pandora's Box. Pandora's Box, was able to transcend Space-Time thanks to Deus for using his Ability Creation technique, but was currently useless against Meruin's spell. The Dark Aura had faded out of Deus, he could no longer go into that mode, Of course, all thanks to Merlin. Deus sat down in a meditating stance. He was attempting to communicate with Lucificus and Merlin. During this time, it appeared as if Deus had fallen asleep. But there were two kinds of Aura that began to emanate from his body. One was a Light Warm Aura and the other a Dark Cold one. Cornelia: Inside Pandora's Cornelia could sense the commotion outside. She had to get out of there. What Cornelia did before she got trapped in Pandora's Box was that she had put herself in an Illusion meaning that if she broke out of her Illusion then she could break Pandora's Box. Man, was she wrong. As she walked inside the house she realized why there was no one in the House. Because today was the ceremony that Changed all of Fate and History with her Brother. The day that Muramasa picked her to be the wielder of it. This changed, no, more like Erased her Humanity and Sanity</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy Meruin was probably going to get a migraine from dealing with these two - it hadn't happened yet, but she was sure it was going to happen. Deus seemed to be mistaken about the reasoning behind her ability, but that was fine; a true magi never reveals her mysteries, after all. It was the secret behind the spell that gave it power, and the less of a secret it was, the less powerful it would be. "I care not for what she's done before, Deus; the fact of the matter is that she is here now, and she will abide by the rules set in place for all of us. I don't want to make a habit of repeating myself, but I will do so for you to understand: This. Is. A. School. It is not your personal ring where you can kill as you wish. The same goes for Cornelia, however you were much closer in your efforts." The short mage shook her head. She was really talking a lot today. Perhaps next time she would marshal a team fight rather than participate. "I know my own limits, Deus. Talking about cause and effect is circular logic when it comes to magic - but that is a discussion for another time." Meruin peered at Cornelia behind her. It seemed she'd yet to break out of the illusion placed upon her. No matter - nothing mattered as long as Hazy Moon existed.</s> <\|message\|>Deus Ira Deus Deus eyes changed, one was Purple and the other one was Blue. This is the phenomenon that happens when many Spiritual Energies gather together in one body. Deus stood up, but this wasn't Deus, but the ancient demon Lucificus and Merlin. Deus looked at Meruin and his surroundings. "Well, Look Lucificus, someone that might be as strong as me in the magic sense. Hello Meruin Hazy, As Deus may have told you I am Merlin his father. The other being in this bodt is an Ancient Demon Lord named Lucificus." "Yo." Lucificus said. Neo-Deus began to feel the ground. They chuckled a bit. "Reality and Illusion. These two things are just figments of our Imagination, that is what our Brain tells us. If we were in an Illusion we would have no way of knowing it, Our Brain doesn't have the capability to perceive Illusions therefore they Perceive it as a reality. At the end of the day it Is Knowledge. The Knowledge to know whether we are in an Illusion or in Reality. Oh, I'm sorry I've seemed to have gotten carried away. Anyways, Meruin Hazy. I have a favor to ask of you. I'm going to unlock this child's memories. During this time he will not be able to differentiate between what is real and what is not (in his memories) During this time he will attempt to attack Cornelia. I would like it if you didn't do anything. This will decide his Future in a way." Cornelia: Inside Pandora's Box Cornelia looked in front of her as her past self grabbed the sword. Mixed emotions were goimg through the head of Cornelia, asking herself if that was the right decision. This would lead her to kill her whole family and make her brother go after her for Revenge. She was crying, but she didn't know why.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan continued to look at the moon when he sighed. He got up and walked towards the forest. "I've no idea whether anyone can hear me or not, but I'm going to the river. Later." He entered the forest and looked at the stream as it flowed. He sat down and began meditating.</s> <\|message\|>Slick Sloth Zairos III Time: 7:00 AM Day: Tuesday 1st day of the second term.</s>	<\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan walked out of his room and looked at the hallways. He headed to the cafeteria to get some food and brush up on his reading. He was beginning to read intermediate level books on elemental combinations and it was fascinating how their molecular structures interacted.</s>
<\|description\|>Ryan Alon Age(We only except people 15 to 25): 16 Gender: Male Abilities: Is an expert with various Elemental Magics. Considers himself a Jack of all trades, a master of none. How you could work in a team: Is a precise powerhouse, can't tank hits unless wearing an elemental armor, but if he can get a solid hit in, he will end the fight. Personality (You can keep it short if you wish): Is somewhat awkward around others in social situations and doesn't understand much about relationships or friendships. Other: Number 7 on Student Council.</s> <\|message\|>Deus Ira Deus scratched his head. He then looked at his palm, it had a transmutation symbol on it. He was thinking on a possibility, but it was farfetched and he didn't like it. "It must have probably been from the fight, it was pretty huge. Can I check something quickly, just to see what's wrong with your powers?" Deus stood up, as his hand began to radiate a silver aura. He cracked his neck to the side.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan looked up from his book and frowned. "I do hope you aren't planning on doing anything dangerous. If you were, it would fall under my jurisdiction as a Council Member to stop that." He called out to them. He really didn't feel like demolishing anyone today. He would though if he had to.</s> <\|message\|>Slick Sloth Zairos III Slick turned to Ryan. "Please don't use threats. He's trying to help someone out, I understand it's your job, but believe me, you'd do the same."</s> <\|message\|>Elza Sol finished off the last of his pancakes and lounged around bored watching Dues and Slick with mild interest. So far the year hadn't been too exciting; he hadn't even gotten to participate in the team battle at the start of the year. At this point he was almost out of practice with how little actual combat he had done. --- Elza groaned and walked into the cafeteria dragging her feet like a zombie. She walked straight to the drink table and grabbed a cub of black coffee before sitting down and slowing sipping it down a languid expression on her face. Elza hated mornings.</s> <\|message\|>Deus Ira Deus ignored Ryan's remark and looked at Slick who had answered his question. "Alright, So I'm going to Implant some of my Aura into you and attempt to see what is wrong, you might feel a little excruciating pain." Deus looked at Slick, trying to find a small opening in his Aura, and when he found it he quickly began to insert his Aura into him. What this would do is that it would attempt to heal his Powers. Deus guessed that his powers had Imploded like that because of the opposing forces of the team battle, these powers were so strong, no wonder eyes couldn't keep up with them. "Ouch! There seems that something is wrong with your powers, Like a blockage or something of some kind. That's all I can tell you for now Slick, Sorry If I wasn't much help." Deus said as he sat back down sighing. He was tired, so it would be easy to do anything to him right now anyways.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan ignored both of them and looked at the ceiling. "All I'm saying is if I hear explosions I'm going to kick someone's ass." He went back to his book and eating.</s> <\|message\|>Pamela Armellia Cruz Meister, Pamela Armellia and Lynda "Lyn" Hermit Location: Cafeteria The trio entered the cafeteria. Pamela was hugging Cruz's arm tightly while walking with a big smile and don't even knowing the faces that both made. "Ugh... I've slept for a long time. I didn't thought that emergency codes were that exhausting...", he spoke. "I was like, really worried, you know! I mean, what if you didn't woke up?!", Pamela said. "... Let's just get our lunches. We're late, you know.", Lyn said, leaving to see what was today's food. Then, the two walked towards everyone and sat. "Hey... so, what did I lost?", he asked.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon "Nothing too special. Also Ms. Armellia, please let go of Mr Meister's arm, otherwise I will have to write both of you up for public displays of affection." Ryan looked up from his book at the both of them. "If you're going to have some fun, keep it in the bedroom." He grinned slightly with those words hoping to embarrass them. "Or don't. I would have to write you up for a boy being in girl dormitories or girl being in boy dormitories if you did that." He looked very thoughtful at that statement. "You know what. Just... make sure to be safe. Yeah, that's pretty all encompassing." He began to ramble to himself abound t various rules and regulations.</s> <\|message\|>Pamela Armellia Cruz Meister, Pamela Armellia and Lynda "Lyn" Hermit Location: Cafeteria "A-A-A-Ahh!! Y-Y-You perv!! J-Just because you're from the student council d-d-doesn't mean you have to say such... s-such indecent, perverted things!!", Pamela screamed getting red, like a tomato. "Dude, I understand about harassing someone, but that was way too much.", she said. "... Wait a minute. I didn't got it. What do you exactly mean by public affection? And what this about bedrooms?" The two girls couldn't do anything other than looking with faces of awe. And on a negative sense. "Don't tell me... a technomagician, supposed to know everything, is so clueless about love?", Lyn asked. "It's not like I don't understand what love is, I just... Wait, no, I really don't understand anything about love. I've read it about it, but...", he said. Lyn just slapped her own face in disappointment, but at the same time she laughed a little. After all, Ryan's trick to get both embarassed didn't work. Or rather, it worked halfway. Pamela sighed a little. He didn't got embarassed, but she knew she had to let go of his arm. And Cruz... let's just say he left to the food stand, wondering about what Ryan said, seeing himself as a completely clueless and innocent children. "After this, I don't think anything worse can happen.", she commented while sitting. "C-Could you please leave your abusiveness away whenever I'm walking with Cruz, please?", she said, on a serious tone. "Says the girl that is abusing of how clueless he is to walk around making it look that you two are dating... when you aren't. Would it hurt for you to stop those rumors? People keep asking me about them and it's giving me a headache.", Lyn commented. Pamela simply looked away angry.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan smiled. "In all seriousness though, how is Mr Meister? He's been in a coma since the battle which is quite worrying. There is a chance his muscles have atrophied. Actually it should be a certainty that has happened. Yet he's walking perfectly fine as of now." Ryan had a semi confused look on his face. "And do forgive me for the embarrassing comments. It's not very often I get to have fun like that."</s> <\|message\|>Pamela Armellia Cruz Meister, Pamela Armellia and Lynda "Lyn" Hermit Location: Cafeteria BGM: Sacred Moon "Well, to be honest... even though he is walking well, we aren't that so sure... He did a quick analysis on his body and magical state and everything seemed normal.", Pamela said, with a worried face. Lyn looked down. She hadn't start eating her pancakes. "That... magic he used to rebuild the town. Do any of you have any plausible idea of what that was? I mean, to make a destroyed town back to normal in just a second...", Lyn commented. Pamela started to think a little about it. Then, Cruz came to them and sat down. But after he put his plate on the table, his right arm flickered, like an image being shown on a TV that's almost breaking up. He felt a moderate pain. "Cruz, are you alright?!", Pamela was the first to ask. "D-Don't worry about it. It... was absolutely nothing.", he said, holding the arm. But the said arm flickered once more. "Alright, that's it. I'll take you to your room.", Lyn said, getting up. "I... I said it's fine! You don't have to worry about me!", he said. "No discussion. If whatever happening at your arm looks painful, what if it happens at your legs too?", she asked, still with a serious face. Cruz looked down to the ground and stood quiet. He was nervous to admit, but just because he woke up didn't mean he was ready.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan closed his book and stood up. "Mr Meister, I'm asking you, face to face, whether you are injured. If you do not comply in answering I will have to write you up for lying to a Council Member. The punishment for such an action is left up to the Council Member who is lied to, and I will not be kind in my punishment. Now speak." Ryan commanded in a very no nonsense tone. "Also, if you survive my punishment, I'm passing you off to Meruin for punishment." He added as an afterthought.</s> <\|message\|>Pamela Armellia Cruz Meister, Pamela Armellia and Lynda "Lyn" Hermit Location: Cafeteria "... My magic system...", he mumbled. "Cruz...?", Pamela asked again. "I...I'll just confess. That code... Reality/RESET... it damaged my magic system.", he said. Lyn just let her fork fall down on the ground. "You're... saying that the magic you used was able to damage your entire system?!", she asked. "It's an emergencial code. Its meaning is to restore my homeland. It's only usable by the... by certain technomagicians. It restores everything that has been destroyed into its original state. However, that damages the user's entire magic system.", he explained. Both Lynda and Pamela just looked at him, shocked after hearing all of that. "My state of coma... was supposed to be longer. I would have to be sleeping for a week, for it to recover fully. However... since I broke the estimated time, and if I calculate it rightly, I only recovered 40% of my system. And even if it's big, it's not enough.", he kept explaining. "So in the end... you did a fake analysis and lied to us. Now it begs the question... why?", Lyn questioned. "... I... just never wanted anyone worried about me. I agreed with myself that, independent of my actions so far, I would let fate decide for how long my life should be. And I don't want anyone worrying about some so- ARGH!!", Cruz's arm flickered once more. "I... I-I think it's best if we returned you to your room and put you on your bed. Maybe a little more rest can make things better.", Pamela suggested. It was written on her face that she was seriously cncerned. But Cuz was reluctant to that idea. "Gghh... there's... no need to... I can't rest anymore... not with much things that I still have to do.", his face expressed pain, although he didn't wanted to rest again... because of his kingdom. "... Ryan, your orders.", Lyn asked to him. She directly knew that talking with Cru is a waste of time, deciding to go to an authority and leaving her way of doing things aside.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan thought carefully on how he would word this. "You are to rest until your systems are 75 percent repaired. At that point you may continue whatever it is you need to do unless I or another Council Member says otherwise. No strenuous activity for the next one to two weeks." Ryan decided after a minute. He then turned to Lyn and Pamela. "And you two. I am officially making you two my deputies. As such, you are a part of the Student Disciplinary Committee and will take your responsibilities very seriously. Your first duty is to make sure that he does not disregard my orders. I expect you two to thoroughly read through the rules and regulations of the school. Dismissed." Ryan got up after he made his decisions, picked up his book, and vanished in a gust of wind. There was work to be done. In his place were two heavy rulebooks.</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy Meruin suddenly appeared next to Cruz. She did not go to him; she just wanted to get to the cafeteria quicker. The small mage yawned and blinked before turning to Ryan. "Oh, good morning, Ryan, and to you too, mister Cruz, miss Lint and miss Potato," she said. Meruin meant no disrespect, even if her dull voice said otherwise; she had simply not interacted with Lyn and Pamela much, so she hadn't yet committed their names to memory. She frowned upon double checking Cruz. "And what is the matter here?" It should also be noted that this time, Meruin was wearing clothes - or a clothe, to be specific. The only article of clothing she had on was her panties, yes, but it still counted as wearing clothes. "Oh, and there goes Ryan," said Meruin, slightly surprised that he left so quickly.</s> <\|message\|>Elza Elza sighed, every gosh dang day Meruin couldn't be bothered to put some clothes on. You would think that a genius mage who could remember hundreds of spells would remember to put her clothes on in the morning. "Here are your clothes Meruin." Elza said yawning and handed her a bundle of clothes while enclosing her in shadows that concealed Meruin's body until she put her clothes on. It was nearly routine now; Elza gulped down another cup of coffee and went for more still barely awake.</s>	<\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan quickly reappeared. "Wait... I teleported to Meruin. Why am I back here?" He turned towards Meruin and blushed. When hte shadows covered her he sighed in relief. "I feel like we need to put up notes around her room to remind her about the clothes thing." He said out loud.</s>
<\|description\|>Ryan Alon Age(We only except people 15 to 25): 16 Gender: Male Abilities: Is an expert with various Elemental Magics. Considers himself a Jack of all trades, a master of none. How you could work in a team: Is a precise powerhouse, can't tank hits unless wearing an elemental armor, but if he can get a solid hit in, he will end the fight. Personality (You can keep it short if you wish): Is somewhat awkward around others in social situations and doesn't understand much about relationships or friendships. Other: Number 7 on Student Council.</s> <\|message\|>Sol "Oh please we have these bracelets for a reason." Sol said dismissively indicating the mentioned objects whilst dodging the clones attacks, "Pest." he said irritably and suddenly lashed out with his blade just as the clone went in for an attack removing its head, his sudden removal of the clone's wind powers had left it exposed and helpless compared to him. A clone was just a clone, and a jack of all trades passing a weaker version of his power couldn't match a specialist in the same field. "Anyway, at the end of the battle bracelets fix all the damage, besides I've barely done anything all year." Sol said explaining his side of the case. It seemed just about every time things were about to get fun something had to interrupt. "Besides the other students are learning, I mean live demonstrations are all the rage these days right?" @BranchOfSin@Slendy</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon " You bring a fair point about the damage, but I still believe the fight has gone far enough. I can already see where this is going." Ryan tilted his head slightly as some debris went flying by him. " In about five minutes I predict some sort of over the top magical attack that will hurt both the user and other combatants. You guys don't know how to hold back."</s> <\|message\|>Deus Ira Deus sighed. Always an Issue. In spars aren't you supposed to go full power, because then you will be able to gain some experience. If you do hold back then what is the point of a spar. Deus then proceeded to sigh again. "Hey Ryan, you do know that I could've canceled everything that just happened erasing all the Damage done to everything right? Oh well, I guess you just take your job seriously unlike me, Student Council is just a title and nothing more...Hell, I'm even thinking of Leaving the Council, it's just such a pain, that is my own opinion." Deus said as he chattered on. Deus made the swords disappear into thin air. He sat down looking at the students. Marcus wasn't doing a very good job as a teacher. He sighed again, then remembered something that he needed to ask Meruin. "Well guys, See ya later, need to go somewhere." Deus said as he dashed out of the gym. Deus arrived at the Lunch room panting and smiling too. He walked to the table near Meruin and touched her shoulder. "Meruin, I need to speak with you, can you follow me outside?"</s> <\|message\|>Marcus Gracy Marcus was starting to get a little angered that he was blamed for most of the destruction. But luckily Sol was present to defend him and relieve all the blame off of himself. Also Deus was right the council was a shell of its prime. "Okay! That was a fun demonstration!" Marcus said looking back at the students. Most of them were lost and confused while others had their mouths opened in awe. The battle between himself, Deus and Sol left the students silent. Marcus didn't notice that until there was an awkward silence that clouded the room for a few minutes. "Okay....uhh free time!" Marcus said walking away from the group of students that began to riot onto the gymnasium's floor. "Hey! Pirate guy! I'd like to learn more about your fighting style!" He said approaching Sol.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan sighed as all the damage was fixed around him. "Great. I'm the bad guy for doing my job." He walked out of the gym and looked at the sky. He thought about the Council. " I'm going to need to talk to the President. We need some serious restructuring." He teleported to the Council Meeting room and sat down. His chair would light up as he was accounted for and he began thinking.</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy The small mage turned her head, wondering who it was. Upon seeing Deus, Meruin frowned slightly. 'What did he need?' she thought. Upon hearing her request, Meruin tilted her head. It seemed like whatever he needed to say, it had to be in private. "Excuse me for a moment, Liz." "Very well," she said, standing up from her chair. "Lead the way, Deus."</s> <\|message\|>Deus Ira Deus nodded as he began to lead Meruin outside into the hallway. Once there, Deus leaned on a wall. "Beautiful Day isn't it?... Anyways I'll get straight to the point..Magic isn't my area of expertise, and so far I've only been able to learn about Alchemy, but wh . i begin to research other forms of Magic, I always reach a dead end. This is where you come in, Meruin, Would you please teach me magic?" Deus asked seriously. He knew that it was farfetched to ask Meruin such a question, the reason? He would probably get turned down. Deus began to gaze outside the window.</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy Meruin's eyes widened a bit as she listened to Deus's request. That was the only indication of surprise on her face, and she quickly adopted her stoic expression once more. What he was basically asking for was discipleship - Wait, no, that's not right. He's not asking anything as deep as that, she thought. After experiencing Deus's abilities and discovering his lineage, it was fair to say he had no small amount of talent, however, it was also true that he didn't seem to have much experience with controlling it. Meruin considered the possibilities of teaching him. On one hand, it would be an interesting experience, on the other, it could end up disastrous for both of them. Ultimately, it was not a question of how good a student Deus was, it was how good a teacher Meruin would be. There was a long silence as Meruin considered his question, looking at it from various angles and trying to predict the probability of a good outcome. In the end, she sighed. "I will have to consult my own master about this," she replied honestly. That was the conclusion she reached. She would ask Master Reina for her opinion. She may even ask Lady Chase. If their verdict was that she was qualified to teach someone else the ways of magic, then she would do so without hesitation. "I'm unsure of my own ability to pass on knowledge, Deus, so I'll need some time to consult my Master. If her opinion is favorable, then I will likely accept your request," said Meruin. "If it is not favorable, however, then perhaps I can still ask her for a solution for your problem."</s> <\|message\|>Deus Ira Deus sighed. There was always something, but decided not to get too involved with the reasons. He then turned to look at Meruin. "Not sure I quite understand what you're trying to say but...Hopefully you'll be able to train me, I need it to accomplish something. No, it has nothing to do with Cornelia." Deus stretched tiredly. He began to walk back inside the Room and looked back at Meruin. "As soon as you get a response, do tell me please." Deus disappeared from sight enetering the Cafeteria.</s> <\|message\|>Elizabeth Moon. Liz for short Liz looked a bit annoyed when Meruin walked off with no response to her earlier question but figured that was typical of the girl and took the chance to take the pills from before. Finishing her food and drink she had also bought to the table she looked when Meruin mentioned her masters, Liz still wanted to beat Chase for the humiliation in the last fight more then anything but she also wanted to consult Reina on something so either one the young mage encountered would do.</s> <\|message\|>Pamela Armellia Cruz Meister Location: Room 102 On his bed, looking at the empty roof, Cruz wondered many things about himself. Am I... strong to do anything? Maybe I'm pursuing a hopeless obejctive. After all, there's not one single time that I don't cause trouble to others..., he thought. He really wanted to be something, not just for him, but to everyone. Pamela Armellia and Agni Blackheart Location: Boys' Dormitory - Outside Room 102 She stood there, like some kind of guard that was protecting a VIP. She literally blocked the room with herself. "Well, so far, so good~! Nothing happened yet, so this is going to be-", she spoke, until a big number of boys ran towards her. "EEEEEEK!! H-Heeelp!!", she spoke, running away from the door. The legion of boys chased her. That was the opportunity he awaited so much. Agni, who had recently recovered from the battle, stood right there alone, looking at the door. "There's no one to stop me now. Cruz Meister, be ready to meet your doom.", he said, walking towards the door. Lynda "Lyn" Hermit Location: Corridor to the Student Council Room Lyn left her post so she could talk to Ryan. Her curiosity surrounded one certain thing: Cruz's pendant. Since the council member seemed to know about technomagicians, she thought of him as the only option. She held Pamela's cellphone, which she used to take a photo of the pendant, since she wasn't able to take it out of Cruz's neck. That pendant is something, I have an itch. And I'm going to discover about it., she said.</s> <\|message\|>Sol Sol sighed, his fun was ruined once again, oh well. He tapped his bracelet and the field retracted and vanished, taking all the damage with it. He turned to face Marcus sighing, it seemed his name was now pirate guy, whatever. "My fighting style? It's not so much of a style. Simply free form swordplay and magic where needed. If I had to call it something it would be an opportunist style, best in melees, as you saw I didn't spend much energy in that fight while you and Dues were pumping out magic, or in your case Ki, everywhere. I had prepared a spell and was going up the ante so to speak until it was so abruptly canceled. Anything more you wish to know?" Sol inquired. Fun but he would sit back down and see if Marcus had anything else to say, if not they perhaps he could wander around and find some other class that was exciting. @Slendy</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan sat there contemplating his problems when he heard someone outside the door. "Come in. Or don't. Whatever." He called to the person outside. He closed his eyes and began looking at people through his "magic cameras" he planted all over the school. It was really just enchanted ice, but it sounded cooler when he called them "magic cameras". He looked at Cruz's room and gasped. "Change of plans, I'm going out!" Ryan rushed out the door and pushed past Lyn. He stopped and looked at her. "I thought I told you and Ms. Armelia to watch Mr. Meister!" He looked absolutely furious as he glanced towards the door. He vaguely considered leaving her, but he was sure Cruz would be fine for an extra minute or so.</s> <\|message\|>Pamela Armellia Lynda "Lyn" Hermit Location: Corridor to the Student Council Room "Dude, why are you getting so freaked out? The other one is there, so there's no prob-", she said. However, when she saw the cameras, Lyn too freaked a little. "Effing Pamela, I told her not to leave her post, damnit!!", she screamed, running back to the room. Cruz Meister and Agni Blackheart Location: Room 102 As Cruz looked to the roof once again, the door finally broke itself apart. In the space left by it, stood Agni, holding his flame scythe. "Y-You!!", he said, getting up. His leg flickered in the moment he stepped on the ground, making him fall. "There's no one in my way anymore. Today will be the day that I'll finally have my revenge. All those years that me and my sister passed suffering will not be in vain.", he said, ready to dash at him. "H-Hold on! At least, tell me what did I do! I don't get it! Why you want to kill me so much?", Cruz asked, still not able to get up. "Don't feign ignorance!! You know very well what you did to me, you murderer!!", Agni screamed. "Murderer?! I would never kill someone! That's something against my principles!", he tried to explain. "Shut up!! If it wasn't you... I... I would be with my mother!!", Agni said. Cruz, upon hearing those words, was able to reason with Agni's vengeful hatred towards him. Even so, he knew that he didn't kill anyone. "I... killed your mother? That's pretty much impossible! I don't remember even meeting her!", he spoke. "Oh yeah?! Then, why her last words were your surname?! Before she died, she said 'Meister'!! I remember it perfectly!!", he said, walking forward. "Even if I had met her, I would never kill her! If she was someone so nice to not have killed me when we met, I wouldn't backstab her like the actual person who killed her did!", he spoke. "You...!! YOU!!", Agni's scream mixed with his dashing. Since he was unable to move, Cruz was slashed by Agni. "Gggh..!!", he groaned in pain. "Still alive... then, one more and I'll end this!!", he said.</s>	<\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan burst through the floor as he pulled out his sword. He landed in between Agni and Cruz and grimaced. "I'll repair that later." He took a hand off the sword and pulled out a small pistol from his pocket. No one ever expected him to use non magical weaponry. He began firing and walked forward slowly to try and push Agni out of the room. " You are not going to kill Mr Meister! Boo freaking hoo, you're mother died! Mine did too, grow up and deal with it!" He stopped firing and looked at Cruz. "I do believe your girlfriend will be coming to save you soon. Try not to slow her down." He looked back at Agni. "I heard the whole scenario. Have you stopped to consider that some other Meister somewhere in the world, killed her? Or maybe that when she said Meister, she wasn't talking about her killer?" He threw his gun to the side and he began glowing. "Either way, I don't care. Just walk away."</s>
<\|description\|>Ryan Alon Age(We only except people 15 to 25): 16 Gender: Male Abilities: Is an expert with various Elemental Magics. Considers himself a Jack of all trades, a master of none. How you could work in a team: Is a precise powerhouse, can't tank hits unless wearing an elemental armor, but if he can get a solid hit in, he will end the fight. Personality (You can keep it short if you wish): Is somewhat awkward around others in social situations and doesn't understand much about relationships or friendships. Other: Number 7 on Student Council.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon @TheHangedMan Ryan wanted to yell as everyone started using their strongest attacks. If it weren't for the several containment spells put up to prevent destruction, they would've destroyed the school AGAIN by now. He heard Mutt, but decided to ignore him in favor of making sure nobody died. He heard Deus and a psychopathic grin appeared on his face. "Alrighty then, let's get this show on the road! Grimoire Art: The Judgement!" Ryan's entire body glowed as a heavenly warrior formed around him. He drew his sword which had amplified to a massive size along with himself and swung it at Chase. The sword was made out of Light Magic making it extremely powerful. Even if it didn't hit, it would send a massive shockwave towards Chase, which would be almost impossible t dodge. Add on to the fact that Light Magic only hurt who Ryan wanted to hurt and he didn't have to worry about friendly fire.</s> <\|message\|>Sol Sol grinned, well it seemed now was as good a time as any. Maybe they could "win" this afterall. All or nothing time, "Secret Wind Art: Gungnir!" Sol shouted as the swirling winds hyper condesned into the form of a spear. The weapon emitted a fericous amount of power and within the spear itself one could see winds rotating vicisouly. Sol hurled the spear foward directly at Chase, a loud BOOM echoing as the weapon raced through the air. Sol quickly drew power from the runes closest to Chase, if she was somehow going to dodge then it was going to be very far away so it wouldn't trigger these ones. This time he was clearly gathering time magic as the air around him began rippling and warping unevenly, he had to make sure Chase stayed where she was or the whole thing was pratically pointless.</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy & @floodtalon & @BranchOfSin & @Dash375 & @Slendy Overwhelming power. That was what was being sent towards Chase right now. In a different context, this would mean nothing, for Chase was an existence above overwhelming power, and should she choose feel like it, breaking even the powers sent at her would take but a flick of her wrists. However, Chase had all but promised them that they would have a shot at winning. She would limit herself and be patient. She would test them to their utmost, and see if she could teach them what it meant to hold power. That was her purpose - Reina might be a better teacher, but that does not mean that Chase cannot impart wisdom every now and then. While trapped in the sphere of earth, Chase could still feel the world outside. Despite her limiting herself, she was still the Embodiment of Destruction, so naturally everything that fell under her purview was open for her to see. She could see the powers aimed at her, their will to destroy her coming from behind every charge, she could feel the blood-lust rolling of Deus in waves as he surrendered his body to the demon within him. She looked upon all of them and sighed in disappointment. Not a single one had learned a lesson. As her prison of earth exploded with the force of four elements, Ryan's sword bore down on her, accompanied by the crescendo of Sol's wind. 'Very well. I suppose it's time to outline the lesson for this day,' thought Chase. Explosions rocked her place in the sky, and for a moment, there was nothing but dust in the air. When the dust settled, there stood Chase, her expression sorely disappointed and completely unharmed. "Chase Asu Du Morgan, Third Tier Art: Redirection Of Mass Destruction," she said loudly enough for them to hear. "It's not a fire spell, so it was something quite readily available to me despite you draining me of my abilities, or did you think in the long time I had lived plus the knowledge I had gained amounted to only fire spell?" She shook her head, not bothering to explain further. She ignored the time being warped around her and stared at Deus. "You, boy, if you can here me, then let me say now: I am very, very annoyed with you." "Path of Revenge? I'm lucky? What in the world is that supposed to mean, boy? Are you so immature as to actually think that your small, insignificant lifespan is able to compare to mine? No matter how painful or tragic your past is, it is nothing compared to what I have had to experience in the years of my life. This is not arrogance, it is nothing but cold, hard facts. The death of your family means nothing to the world at large, and certainly means nothing to me. It means much to you, and that is how it should stay - don't go and push that burden unto other people." Chase said all this to the Demonic Deus in a calm manner. What he had become didn't seem to bother her in the slightest. Of course it wouldn't. The enemies she faced on a daily basis to kill time where far more terrifying . . . not to mention nigh undecipherable. Compared to avatars that embodied insanity and the end of existence itself, a being that could be understood, reasoned with even, was never going to shake Chase, no matter how powerful it was. She swept her eyes across the field, her gaze piercing into everyone. She was no longer smiling. "I am sorely disappointed in you all. A waste of talent, the lot of you, even you, Meruin. I can feel you assembling your spell no matter where you hide, and you know I can shoot you down from there," she said, staring into the distance. "Now, I am nothing if but merciful to children, so I will give you another chance. Come." --- Reina regarded Cornelia coldly. "I expect nothing from a rude child that attacks without introducing herself first. In the same manner that you would not expect anything from me, including mercy." Suddenly and without warning, barriers of every kind sprung to life. The earth at Conrelia's feet shot up and enclosed her entire body, before becoming a strange, silver material that hurt to look at. It was an alien metal, not something that could possibly exist, and yet here it was. It was a metal stronger than any alloy on earth, immune to spells, that could regenerate from damage in the blink of an eye, and prevented energy from being released around it. In the next second, no less than a billion magical barriers formed around Cornelia. Each barrier had the physical durability of a planet, and were similarly resistant to magic, and each of them had a property that made them exist out of time and space, effectively becoming perpetual and unmovable through any means. They also protected each other, like cogs working in a grand gear, and could not be absorbed or changed by anyone other than the caster. All of this in less than three seconds, and Reina had done it with nothing but a look. "Chase is disgruntled, so there is bound to be an interesting occurrence soon. I will observe it, then deal with you afterwards," said Reina dismissively.</s> <\|message\|>Sol Sol was somewhat disgruntled. How in the nine were they supposed to beat her if she could if she could redirect any of their attacks effortlessly? Well perhaps he could try to take a page out of her book, she was still human right? And it simply wouldn't be possible for her to generate oxygen; after all she specialized in destruction not creation. Perhaps a long shot but it seemed direct force was pointless. Storing the charged magic he had for now in case he needed a rewind, he began his next trick. Activating the circle of runes that were prepared along the edge of the barrier a sudden surge of magic appeared. All the air, specifically the oxygen in the air began moving. Sol grabbed, with the help of the prepared runes, all the air in the area and removed it. Now Chase should both be unable to use a majority of her fire magic or at least have its effects dampened and suffer from oxygen deprivation. Sol of course could directly fill his lungs with oxygen so it wasn't a problem for him; he did the same for his allies hoping that this trick would have some affect on her. Perhaps attempting to use destruction on the empress of it was not such a wise idea</s> <\|message\|>Cornelia Gamma Deus [Lucifer] "Really Merlin, Is every single Magician just like you? A bit arrogant aren't we Magician? You speak of knowlegde when I am most likely older than you and have more knowledge than you. I was there when God had created this Universe. My powers may be gone, But I can still Fight." Lucifer said. He then resumed talking. "Also You shouldn't underestimate the Potential of these Young Ones, for all you know, They could have already planned out their moves just like in a game of chess. Giving them a second chance was a horrible choice, because now, they have something to fight for.." Lucifer said and then sighed. "I really am bad at Motivational Speeches like these aren't I, Sigh." Lucifer turned to the children. He laughed seeing their Auras. These kids, they just might be able to win if they were at their prime..Of course, I can unlock their potential, but that would be boring now wouldn't it. Lucifer then looked back up at Chase and sighed. He then walked away, wanting to spectate the fight, more than take part in it. "I'll be watching" --- Cornelia "Missus Reina was it? I suggest you don't turn your back on an opponent, That could be your downfall, Also before I do this, I just want to remind you that this is not Magic, So I'm pretty sure this Ability would work on these things." Cornelia said as a wide grin appeared on her face. Having the Power of Subjective Manipulation, equaled having Space Time Manipulation powers. So she was able to do the following. "Event Negate." Everything that just happened, never happened. This Ability can negate any sort if event, whether it's outside of Space Time, or inside of it. Cornelia could have also used Subspace Travel to get out of there, but that would've ended in her demise. She looked at Reina. "See what did I tell you?"</s> <\|message\|>Elizabeth Moon. Liz for short (Why is this happening now! REVENGE!) "Heh, arrogant as ever." Liz chuckled struggling to stay awake as she looked over at Chase "I planned to use that spell when you were at your strongest, you can stop it with a fraction of your strength? Nice dream." She spoke and coughed at the end. "World creation, they say back when this world was created by using the 4 different elements coming together and the remaining energy formed the elemental which now roam this earth they created. This is the only spell I can use in this form, a small recreation of this event with you at its core with only one condition, the spell keeps reforming until one of two things happen, I die, or the core of the new world is destroyed without a single trace left! That core became you the first time you got trapped!" Liz shouted in triumph as the same 4 elements started to surround Chase again "You will run out of magic before you give up your pride and go back on your word to not kill me.!"</s> <\|message\|>Marcus Gracy Marcus wore an amused expression on his face. Chases view don't matter to him he just wanted to have fun and spare with a god like being. Although the situation was looking salty and most of the groups previous attacks have been useless there didn't seem like the group had a chance against this woman. If she was giving them a second chance he'd go all out this time and make sure he gets a chance to punch this goddess of a woman. Marcus floated into the air and sat down with his legs cross ed keeping an eye on Chase. "Guys....I hate resorting to magic but I must.....hopefully you guys don't mind buying a friend some time so I can cast this spell? He shouted opening his palm to Chase again. His next attack was surely gonna land on Chase , if this doesn't then Marcus doesn't know what can. Marcus looked directly in the eyes of Chase with his inverted eyes and a massive magic circled spawned beneath him barring the yin-yang symbol. He placed his palms together and began the spell. "Taijitu mode: The Nefarious Puppet!.... I have offered up a target for the holding off these strings and these strings will bind together to allow the wielder to see as it sees. For I am yin and the Puppet is yang I shall be the opposite of its plain......" The activation of the spell was gonna take awhile so hopefully his friends will buy him enough time to conclude his spell. 5 POSTS UNTIL THE NEFARIOUS PUPPET IS ACTIVATED</s>	<\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan just stepped in front of Meruin and held up a Shield Of Light. "Overwhelming power does nothing to you. You're instead forcing us to he clever, which I like." Ryan then shone a very bright light in her eyes instead. And kept it there. "Attack!" Ryan yelled while motioning to be quiet and attack from behind. He looked quite silly really.</s>
<\|description\|>Sol Photo: Age: 21 Gender: Male Abilities: Wind magic, Fantastic sword play and martial artist skills, and is beginning to learn time magic. How you could work in a team: Doing anything necessary for success Personality: Sol is a firm believer is hard work. He is rather chivalrous and would never do anything to intentionally offend somebody, except in combat. Sol is a care-free guy but once he gets into a fight his focus becomes almost freakishly keen on the fight. He doesn't like suck ups or arrogant people, and is quite willing to stand up for what he believes in. Other: Lost his eye when the island exploded Two swords</s> <\|message\|>Elizabeth Moon. Liz for short Liz followed Sol to the cafeteria smiling and waving to Meruin as she arrived seeing old habit never died old with her as she remembered the first time she met the girl Liz had to offer her jacket just like Ryan did who seemed to offer Tarot cards to everyone except her but she bit her tongue about it due partly to the fact she was already eating a slice of toast. Looking around for new people Liz spotted a table of new people made up of Marcus, Tony and Deus. Leaving her luggage with her past friends she walked over to them and took a seat by the 3 "Hey, nice to meet you! I am Liz." The girl smiled "Did I miss everyone's introductions yesterday?" Liz asked curious of what magic they possessed.</s> <\|message\|>Tony Hart Tony sighed, so much was already happening. He managed to see Ryan's Tarot Cards, and added a mental note to the thousands he had floating around in his head at the moment. He greeted Deus and Eris, and watched as Sol walked over to the table. He challenged Eris, Hart perked up and watched with interest. Lucy watched as his sister groggily came over to his table and sat next to him. He slid a cup of coffee too her, which she accepted greatfully. Even she, in her tired state, watched the challenge set by Sol against Eris. Would she accept? Tony smiled at Liz and said, "nice to meet ou. I'm Tony, and this is my sister Lucy," as he gestured to the blond haired girl next to him.</s> <\|message\|>Sol ghost in black Sol had been about to reply when a flare of light came from a barely clothed Meruin beside him. He turned to face the source to see Meruin basically wearing a contained rainbow, 5123 barriers.... and here Sol thought his own magic was progessing well. Getting through one of Meruin's barriers was hard, that many, well you might as well not even bother wasting your time, "Most impressive work Meruin, good to see you haven't been slacking off." Sol turned back to face Eris, "Aplogizes for my lack of manners, My name is Sol, a second year student. Keep in mind when you accept my challenge you are of course free to set the conditions for victory." he said making sure that he wasn't exploiting someone for thier lack of knowledge</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan looked at the robe and sighed. This was his one major problem in his quest to become president. He had to compete with Meruin, who was seemingly unbeatable. "Eris, you are being challenged by Sol. Now that he has challenged you, you may dictate when and where you are fighting. There is no declining the challenge." He explained quickly while putting on his jacket.</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy Meruin switched out of the robe by muttering a few words, and was back to wearing regular clothing. "Well, like I said, it's impressive, but impractical. I can't do anything but stand or run while wearing Perpetual Fortress." She looked at Eris and Sol with some interest. While it's true that Eris as a Student Council member couldn't back down from the challenge, her challenger was someone who definitely wouldn't be easy to beat. If he'd improved over the time she had not seen him, then she wasn't sure that Eris could win. Of course, it could just be a bit of bias for a friend, but still . . .</s> <\|message\|>Deus Ira Deus looked at Liz. "Nice to meet you Liz, My name is Deus Ira. And yeah you missed the introductions, I wasn't there for it either, so whatever." Deus said. He felt a little bit excited, he couldn't wait for the ranking battles. But he knew that he needed to train some more. He got up from the table. "Well guys sorry to cut this short, but I need to head back to my dorm. Got some training to do." Deus said as he left the cafeteria.</s> <\|message\|>Marcus Gracy "Tony , 3 (Meruin), stop bickering in front of the children." Marcus laughed standing up and throwing his plate away." Maybe you guys should go see a marriage councilor." He waved good bye." I'm gonna go two, have to be in my office at a certain time. I'll be in the back room so if any of you guys stop by just ring the bell and I'll come out, cya!" He shouted exiting the lunch room.</s> <\|message\|>Eris Phyre Lyndwyrm "Well Sol I have no choice but to accept the challenge but what would the conditions be?" She said half to herself as she began pacing then stopped in her tracks with a smile on her face and turned towards Sol. "How about a tennis match, one on one no outside assistance, an hour after we get our gauntlets on the tennis court we only use magic no rackets."</s> <\|message\|>Elizabeth Moon. Liz for short Liz looked at the Tony's little sister and smiled "Hi, nice to meet you. I have a little sister as well but shes a bit younger then you still." She spoke and finished eating her breakfast before watching Marcus walk off curious of him as he never introduced himself before "Well, It was nice meeting the 3 of you." Liz waved off to Tony, Deus and Lucy as she headed off to the office Marcus mentioned and knocked on the door "Hello~ Are you in there?" She asked and knocked again louder impatient for a response.</s> <\|message\|>Marcus Gracy "Yeah come in!" Marcus was on a computer behind his desk typing with a unsatisfied look on his face. Mumbles a few swears since he can't train until he's caught up on all his paper work."Bullshit." He repeated every time he clicked on the mouse scanning through pages filled with words that are probably important and should be reading.</s> <\|message\|>Elizabeth Moon. Liz for short Liz slowly opened the door and walked in shutting it behind "Hey, you were the guy at the cafeteria." She took a seat opposite him looking at the office space before focusing back in on Marcus "I am Liz nice to meet you." She spoke and got up from her chair and looked at the work he was doing "That looks dull? Is this is what is keeping you from training and fighting people?" Liz asked briefly scanning over the words "Want some help with it?"</s> <\|message\|>Marcus Gracy "Yeah i am the guy from the cafeteria who happens to be named Marcus , 8th on the student council and your councilor for the rest of your life at this academy." He finishes the page and grins evily standing over the computer. He punched a hole through the screen." No that's okay......I think it must've short wired or something." He lied forgetting that she was there when he punch the hole in the screen. "So what did you need help with?" He kicked his feet onto the desk. "Boy problems ,bullies ,drug abuse, alcohol abuse , thinking about suicide ,thinking about getting laid.......did I say boy problems?" He was pretty happy to have his first student to help on the first day of the job ,but you can tell he was anxious to train .</s> <\|message\|>Elizabeth Moon. Liz for short "Well, Nice to meet you." Liz gave a small freaked out chuckle when he punched the hole in the computer and just put it down to something completely different "OH a problem?" Liz asked coming back down from being taken back by his sudden punch "I have no real problem I just came to introduce myself and make sure you would not bored or lonely." The girl explained and pulled out two chocolate bars "Want one?" She asked already starting to eat the first one "Oh, if you want I can help you train as well." Liz spoke with a mouth half full but she was in too good a mood to care about good manners.</s> <\|message\|>Marcus Gracy Marcus grabbed the chocolate and nibbled into it. " Thanks he mumbled as he chewed more pieces of the candy bar. " I......guess you can help me." He walked over to a window and opened it. " I hope you're preparer because I'm gonna try to push my self to my limit in this battle since I have my gauntlet now." Luckily Marcus was apart of the school staff and the staff receives their gauntlets before the students. "Meet me on the track feild ." He said jumping out the window. He causally walked to the track field notice that the damage he , Deus and Tony cause to the feild the other day was gone. " Man, that clean up crew sure does work fast." Marcus stood in the middle of the track field waiting for Liz so he can activate his gauntlet.</s> <\|message\|>Sol ghost in black Sol tilted his head curiously, he had been hoping for something a little more combat oriented. Obviously his opponent had chosen such an event because she believed that she would hold the advantage. Unfortunately Sol was equally sure she was right, it would most certainly be an interesting match up. "Very well then, we shall meet in an hour on the tennis court." he said and moved towards the court and sat down by some nearby seats. An hour to prepare, just what he needed, if the challenge had been immediate he probably would've been crushed. But he had learned from Meruin, time to prepare was time to set up magic. He began concentrating on what he wanted to do to give himself the advantage, the most likely one to succeed would work without a doubt, however it would be very, rude to say the least. Sol stored that plan away in the back of his mind, if worst came to worst he would use it.</s> <\|message\|>Eris Phyre Lyndwyrm "Great see you then" she said as she walked out the cafeteria and towards the Dorm to change into something more suitable for sports. When she came out she was wearing gym shorts and a short sleeve shirt, "well better go set up" Eris said before walking towards the tennis court and moving the automatic tennis ball launcher into place then started lightly tracing runes on the ground with the tip of her sword. To anyone watching it would look like she was dancing with her light blades with the way she spun and twisted and the way the ring of her shadows and her blades rotated and dipped. While she did this she hummed her favorite song moonlight symphony and the light blades shifted changing into giant great swords that obstructed outside view of her.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan sat at the tennis court watching Eris do her thing. "Secret Grimoire Art. See through the veil, The High Priestess." Ryan whispered to himself as the Roman Numeral for 2 glowed on his hand. Ryan saw through the blades obstructing her and was fascinated by the runes. "Quite the setup you have."</s> <\|message\|>Elizabeth Moon. Liz for short "Wait a fight..." Liz was going to object but he had already jumped out the window. She sighed finishing off her chocolate and looking up, she barely knew anything about his powers and she barely had any time to set up but was had given her word to help him train so she would not back down as she made her way to the cafeteria and walking over to Meruin "Hey, can you look after my stuff? I got myself into a fight by accident by being too nice." She chuckled and ran off to the track field "Will this work with only one gauntlet? Last time both participants need their gauntlet." Liz asked "Oh and this is my weapon." She pulled out a water bottle throwing it up in the air a bit a few times "I assume you have no objections to that."</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy Meruin nodded her head and took the things off Liz's hands. Meruin followed her and looked at her opponent. Marucus, part of the Student Council, extraordinarily strong and was able to nullify magic. In other words, Liz was his natural enemy. Her water body was not magic, but her actual body, and Marcus did not have any elemental magics. Unless he somehow had a way to affect Liz in her true form or managed to beat her before then, then this fight was one-sided. "Good luck," she said to Liz. Oh, but that was showing favoritism. "And to you too, Marcus. Give the Student Council back a bit of our pride." She did here the conversations between several students, after all - but it also completely slipped her mind that she didn't do much for their reputation by showing up near naked in the canteen. Oh well.</s> <\|message\|>Marcus Gracy "We're just training 3." Marcus said as he tapped his gauntlet activating the field. He stood in a fighting stance. " I'm positive this one feild will be stable enough for the both of us. I'm gonna attempt to surpass my limit so you should probably activate your strongest defensive spell now." He wasn't trying to be cocky or anything he just wanted to make sure Everything was perfect so he can surpass his limitations.</s> <\|message\|>Alexander Faulkner Alex had finished his business and was now walking back to the main building. He was beginning to like walking wherever he wanted to go as it gave him the chance to observe other people and generaly the world around him. He had been living in a self-inflicted isolation for the last ten years, after the incident. He decided enough was enough. He would return to the outside world and was willing to even use force on himself if it came down to it. On his way back he spotted Marcus and, presumably, a new student, preparing to fight. This seems interesting he thought and sat down in a nearby bench, waiting for the fight to start.</s> <\|message\|>Elizabeth Moon. Liz for short "Well even if this is training I want to go all out as well, so how about what ever the result is we call it a draw? That works out best for us both anyway, you don't want to fall out of the council and I don't really want to be in the council." Liz explained and lifted her hands "With the power of water at my fingertips and the water elemental in my soul I crack the seal." She spoke and the seal on her back that Meruin's master had once helped make stronger glowed as her body quickly changed to being made completely of water "Ok, we can begin now then Marcus."</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy Meruin tried to conceal the small smile on her face. "I see the seal is working properly. That's good." She wanted to ask if it's been any help to her but Meruin decided it would be best to let her concentrate on the fight. There will be time to talk to her later anyway.</s>	<\|message\|>Sol ghost in black Sol finally stood up from where he was sitting confident that the array of spells he had prepared would be more than sufficient to obtain victory. He walked onto the court, "Since we can't use tennis rackets are we going to use only magic to control the field? If so then what are we playing to before victory is acquired?" he asked curious to see how this match would play out. Her array of magic was impressive but he was confident that his time spent preparing would be sufficient.</s>
<\|description\|>Sol Photo: Age: 21 Gender: Male Abilities: Wind magic, Fantastic sword play and martial artist skills, and is beginning to learn time magic. How you could work in a team: Doing anything necessary for success Personality: Sol is a firm believer is hard work. He is rather chivalrous and would never do anything to intentionally offend somebody, except in combat. Sol is a care-free guy but once he gets into a fight his focus becomes almost freakishly keen on the fight. He doesn't like suck ups or arrogant people, and is quite willing to stand up for what he believes in. Other: Lost his eye when the island exploded Two swords</s> <\|message\|>Deus Ira Deus sighed. There was always something, but decided not to get too involved with the reasons. He then turned to look at Meruin. "Not sure I quite understand what you're trying to say but...Hopefully you'll be able to train me, I need it to accomplish something. No, it has nothing to do with Cornelia." Deus stretched tiredly. He began to walk back inside the Room and looked back at Meruin. "As soon as you get a response, do tell me please." Deus disappeared from sight enetering the Cafeteria.</s> <\|message\|>Elizabeth Moon. Liz for short Liz looked a bit annoyed when Meruin walked off with no response to her earlier question but figured that was typical of the girl and took the chance to take the pills from before. Finishing her food and drink she had also bought to the table she looked when Meruin mentioned her masters, Liz still wanted to beat Chase for the humiliation in the last fight more then anything but she also wanted to consult Reina on something so either one the young mage encountered would do.</s> <\|message\|>Pamela Armellia Cruz Meister Location: Room 102 On his bed, looking at the empty roof, Cruz wondered many things about himself. Am I... strong to do anything? Maybe I'm pursuing a hopeless obejctive. After all, there's not one single time that I don't cause trouble to others..., he thought. He really wanted to be something, not just for him, but to everyone. Pamela Armellia and Agni Blackheart Location: Boys' Dormitory - Outside Room 102 She stood there, like some kind of guard that was protecting a VIP. She literally blocked the room with herself. "Well, so far, so good~! Nothing happened yet, so this is going to be-", she spoke, until a big number of boys ran towards her. "EEEEEEK!! H-Heeelp!!", she spoke, running away from the door. The legion of boys chased her. That was the opportunity he awaited so much. Agni, who had recently recovered from the battle, stood right there alone, looking at the door. "There's no one to stop me now. Cruz Meister, be ready to meet your doom.", he said, walking towards the door. Lynda "Lyn" Hermit Location: Corridor to the Student Council Room Lyn left her post so she could talk to Ryan. Her curiosity surrounded one certain thing: Cruz's pendant. Since the council member seemed to know about technomagicians, she thought of him as the only option. She held Pamela's cellphone, which she used to take a photo of the pendant, since she wasn't able to take it out of Cruz's neck. That pendant is something, I have an itch. And I'm going to discover about it., she said.</s> <\|message\|>Sol Sol sighed, his fun was ruined once again, oh well. He tapped his bracelet and the field retracted and vanished, taking all the damage with it. He turned to face Marcus sighing, it seemed his name was now pirate guy, whatever. "My fighting style? It's not so much of a style. Simply free form swordplay and magic where needed. If I had to call it something it would be an opportunist style, best in melees, as you saw I didn't spend much energy in that fight while you and Dues were pumping out magic, or in your case Ki, everywhere. I had prepared a spell and was going up the ante so to speak until it was so abruptly canceled. Anything more you wish to know?" Sol inquired. Fun but he would sit back down and see if Marcus had anything else to say, if not they perhaps he could wander around and find some other class that was exciting. @Slendy</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan sat there contemplating his problems when he heard someone outside the door. "Come in. Or don't. Whatever." He called to the person outside. He closed his eyes and began looking at people through his "magic cameras" he planted all over the school. It was really just enchanted ice, but it sounded cooler when he called them "magic cameras". He looked at Cruz's room and gasped. "Change of plans, I'm going out!" Ryan rushed out the door and pushed past Lyn. He stopped and looked at her. "I thought I told you and Ms. Armelia to watch Mr. Meister!" He looked absolutely furious as he glanced towards the door. He vaguely considered leaving her, but he was sure Cruz would be fine for an extra minute or so.</s> <\|message\|>Pamela Armellia Lynda "Lyn" Hermit Location: Corridor to the Student Council Room "Dude, why are you getting so freaked out? The other one is there, so there's no prob-", she said. However, when she saw the cameras, Lyn too freaked a little. "Effing Pamela, I told her not to leave her post, damnit!!", she screamed, running back to the room. Cruz Meister and Agni Blackheart Location: Room 102 As Cruz looked to the roof once again, the door finally broke itself apart. In the space left by it, stood Agni, holding his flame scythe. "Y-You!!", he said, getting up. His leg flickered in the moment he stepped on the ground, making him fall. "There's no one in my way anymore. Today will be the day that I'll finally have my revenge. All those years that me and my sister passed suffering will not be in vain.", he said, ready to dash at him. "H-Hold on! At least, tell me what did I do! I don't get it! Why you want to kill me so much?", Cruz asked, still not able to get up. "Don't feign ignorance!! You know very well what you did to me, you murderer!!", Agni screamed. "Murderer?! I would never kill someone! That's something against my principles!", he tried to explain. "Shut up!! If it wasn't you... I... I would be with my mother!!", Agni said. Cruz, upon hearing those words, was able to reason with Agni's vengeful hatred towards him. Even so, he knew that he didn't kill anyone. "I... killed your mother? That's pretty much impossible! I don't remember even meeting her!", he spoke. "Oh yeah?! Then, why her last words were your surname?! Before she died, she said 'Meister'!! I remember it perfectly!!", he said, walking forward. "Even if I had met her, I would never kill her! If she was someone so nice to not have killed me when we met, I wouldn't backstab her like the actual person who killed her did!", he spoke. "You...!! YOU!!", Agni's scream mixed with his dashing. Since he was unable to move, Cruz was slashed by Agni. "Gggh..!!", he groaned in pain. "Still alive... then, one more and I'll end this!!", he said.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan burst through the floor as he pulled out his sword. He landed in between Agni and Cruz and grimaced. "I'll repair that later." He took a hand off the sword and pulled out a small pistol from his pocket. No one ever expected him to use non magical weaponry. He began firing and walked forward slowly to try and push Agni out of the room. " You are not going to kill Mr Meister! Boo freaking hoo, you're mother died! Mine did too, grow up and deal with it!" He stopped firing and looked at Cruz. "I do believe your girlfriend will be coming to save you soon. Try not to slow her down." He looked back at Agni. "I heard the whole scenario. Have you stopped to consider that some other Meister somewhere in the world, killed her? Or maybe that when she said Meister, she wasn't talking about her killer?" He threw his gun to the side and he began glowing. "Either way, I don't care. Just walk away."</s> <\|message\|>Marcus Gracy Marcus listened as Sol explained how he uses his swords and applies magical abilities to spots that needed said magic. "Your pretty strong" He said after Sol had finished talking. Marcus' class was sort of an advisory class so it ended not to long after him and Sol's conversation. "So, why doesn't a powerful person like yourself have a rank in the council?" Marcus asked probably mowing the answer. The council has be shady the pass months and Ryan has been more of a disciplinary type of member. The council should disbanned or have a serious meeting about this but that'll be tough. For now Marcus is just gonna stay in the council and see how things play out for the group.</s> <\|message\|>Elizabeth Moon. Liz for short "Some people are not interested in being on the council." Liz responded to Marcus's question out of nowhere as she had finished her food and left the cafeteria to find out where the others were and had found Sol and Marcus so decided to chat with them "By the looks of you two I just missed a chance to spectate a fight, did you win?" She asked either of the boys in front of her.</s> <\|message\|>Sol Sol thought about it briefly. "Never felt the need I suppose. Not that advancing in rank couldn't be fun. If the opportunity comes up I certainly won't pass it by. It has been a bit droll lately." He turned to face Liz. "Indeed, more of a brawl but we were stopped just short of the fun starting by some council member, Ryan, I think, real pity that. Oh well suppose I have to find something else to do." He smiled mischievously, "Or perhaps make something to do." Sol said thoughtfully.</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy Meruin sat in front of a marble table just outside the cafeteria and close to where she and Deus had their conversation. A magic circle was drawn all over the entirety of the table, and glowing slightly. Meruin was opening up a channel over a ley-line to contact Master Reina and Lady Chase. She smiled inwardly. It had been far too long since she had last talked to them. In but a moment, the magic circle on the table flared to life, and two hazy screens floated in the air to Meruin's left and right. "Aah, Meruin, my dear apprentice, it's been awhile since you've contacted me. Is everything going well?" "Gyahaha~! Meruin, so nice of you to call me! Though I see you've also chosen to give Reina a little ring~ So, what is it you need, Little One~?" The new voices came from Meruins right and left respectively. Accompanying them was the live images of two people - a tall, silver haired woman, wore wore simple white long robes, whose hair reached past her heels and flowed across the floor; the other woman was comparatively short in height, and decked almost completely in golden articles of clothing, from the golden ribbons the tied the sides of her shoulder-length hair together in a braid, to the golden silk skirt adorned with designs that seemed to change with every angle. Despite the physical differences between the two, however, what was common between them was the unmistakable and oppressive aura of power that the two of them possessed. Although the people staring at Meruin through the screen were mere projections of women who were so far away, they weren't even in her dimension, the power of their aura reached across space time and flooded through Meruin's spell. Alone, this aura was already terrible to even the most veteran of mages, but together, it was downright suffocating. Meruin, however, was long prepared for this, thus the barriers around her kept her from collapsing like she did so many years ago. The same could not be said for the people around her. Students of all ages and abilities in an area of ten meters suddenly started dropping like flies, caught by surprise by the sudden air of oppressive power. Some were gasping for air, while others had simply passed out from exhaustion. Meruin furrowed her eyebrows. Unless asked, her Master and her masters rival were loathe to keep their aura's under control, and Meruin couldn't project a barrier big enough or strong enough to protect everyone around her. Such thoughts escaped her mind for the time being as she faced the two most important people in her life with a smile. "Greetings, Master Reina, Lady Chase; it has indeed been far too long," she said, bowing at the waist slightly. "I'm in good health, and things are going smoothly for me, however I'm in need of advice over a recent affair . . ."</s>	<\|message\|>Sol Sol flinched as he felt a massive surge in power. One that was very famaliar, well two to be precise. "A moment please." he said excusing himself from the conversation and striding purposfully towards the source. Not hard to find at all since it was pratically suffocating from several rooms away. He had devolped a trick for this, although it had many more pratical applications then this. Sol warped the air around him forcing it to remain frozen in time. Thus when he walked into the room with Meruin and her master's the air around him was simply unaffected by thier aruas. Yet. "Pardon me" he said upon entering the room and quickly replicated the magic he had around himself and set it around the portals leaking the oppresive arua freeing the nearby students. "You should really be more careful about that Meruin, you could cause some serious damage if someone isn't expecting it. Hope you didn't mind me evasdropping until your finished?" Sol inquired. Of course the only reason his magic worked was because he wasn't contesting the master's power, he was simply delaying its effect. He was also curious to see just what Meruin had thought so important as to call Chase and Reina for.</s>
<\|description\|>Sol Photo: Age: 21 Gender: Male Abilities: Wind magic, Fantastic sword play and martial artist skills, and is beginning to learn time magic. How you could work in a team: Doing anything necessary for success Personality: Sol is a firm believer is hard work. He is rather chivalrous and would never do anything to intentionally offend somebody, except in combat. Sol is a care-free guy but once he gets into a fight his focus becomes almost freakishly keen on the fight. He doesn't like suck ups or arrogant people, and is quite willing to stand up for what he believes in. Other: Lost his eye when the island exploded Two swords</s> <\|message\|>Deus Ira Deus scratched his head wondering if asking Meruin was a good choice. He grinned then sighed and decided to get away from everyone. Deus made his way to the nearest window and jumped off, using Aura Manipulation to glide down. Once he landed he looked at the grass , then up at the sky. Where could the Philosopher's Stone be? It can't be to the south or the north because that's where it was found last, at least what the stories say.....Better get to work. Deus sighed, and then proceeded to clap his hands. He placed them on the floor and suddenly, Red Electricity could be seen outside of the school. Out of the ground poped out about 20 Earth Golems, average human size. Well, even if it is a fake, it's Alchemical Power is still strong.. Deus granted the Golems a mind of their own being able to perceive and plan for attacks, plus they had the power to Manipulate Earth. Deus then clapped his hands again, and with the red lightning he pulled out a Steel Spear and a Scythe. The Golems began their attack and Deus ran head first. There are three stages to Alchemy. The first one is Comprehension, which is to understand the components of the element you are transmutating. The Second Stage is Deconstruction, which is Using energy to break down the physical structure of the identified material into a more malleable state so as to be easily reshaped into a new form. Now, this is where Deus stops and dosen't go all the way to the 3rd step. He deconstructs the golems in order to finish them off. But once he's done, he reconstructs them again. This is in order to find out how long he could last using Alchemy.</s> <\|message\|>Sol Sol grinned at little with the praise from Meruin's masters, praise from the master magicians that had set him on this path was noteworthy indeed. Though he was surprised when he heard Meruin's request and just how seriously she was taking this whole thing, though she seemed very well suited to the task. Deciding that he had heard all he wanted to, Sol turned to leave and in doing so noticed a rather disheveled Marcus. "You all right there buddy?" Sol asked concerned, Marcus was leaking power everywhere and was looking rather strange to boot. Perhaps he had some sort of reaction to Meruin's masters showing up, Sol quickly checked his barriers but they were still up so it couldn't have been that. @Slendy</s> <\|message\|>Slick Sloth Zairos III "Uh... well I can't really say. Don't worry I'm doing anything perverted." Slick continued to dig, turning away from Ryan.</s> <\|message\|>Deus Ira Deus sighed as he walked back inside to the school. On one hand was a perfected Durendal and on the other was St.George's sword, Ascalon, the perfected version. He walked towards the cafeteria where he saw that Meruin, Liz and Ryan where all at the same place. At the same time, two figures were emanating a gigantic aura. He noticed that Meruin was confused about what to do and he sighed as he walked to her. Once he was next to her, Deus made the swords dissapear. "Oi Merun, if you were so confused about what to do you should have refused or just told me. I want to polish my skills sure, but if that means making a friend so uncertain and confused then I'd rather not go forward with it." Deus then turned to Meruin's masters. "I'm sorry for not introducing Myself, My name is Deus, the one who asked Meruin to train me. I'm sorry If I caused any trouble, I just wanted to surpass my father Merlin. Meruin is a great Magus as I see her, I thought she just might be able to train me." Deus sighed.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon @TheHangedMan@BranchOfSin "Just know I don't tolerate liars OR perverts." Ryan teleported away and landed on his feet outside the room Meruin and company was in. He felt the insane power coming off of the Master Magus and hastily constructed a barrier around himself. He noticed a barrier around the room, but it wasn't strong enough to fully stifle the aura. He slapped a few paper tags on the door to try and restrain the powerful aura further and walked in. "Meruin, please be more careful when communicating with your Masters. I saw 5 passed out students outside the room. You're lucky that they probably don't need medical attention." He hesitated for a moment. "Do they need medical attention? I don't think I checked." He summoned a minor wind demon to get the nurse just in case. "Either way, please exercise caution in the future."</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy & @floodtalon & @Slendy & @Eklispe & @Dash375 & @BranchOfSin Reina laughed suddenly, her light voice tinkling into Meruin's ears. "Meruin, my dear apprentice, what's there to be worried about? Have I not taught you that the second thing you need the most as a mage is confidence?" The first thing you needed most was caution, by the way. "No, don't fear for failure, fear the chances lost instead! Discovery at the cost of risk is the life of one who pursues the path of magic, and so it shall always be. If you want to teach this Deus magic, then so be it! I have complete confidence in you, Meruin." At her masters encouraging words, Meruin's face immediately lit up, giving sight to a rare and bright smile from the small mage. She nodded her head in accordance and turned to Deus without further delay. "I am sorry for postponing my answer until now, Deus. I didn't want to refuse - Ido want to teach you, but at the same time, I had worried I might not do justice to your potential. I will do away with those worries, and if you will have me as your teacher, I will gladly accept your offer!" While all this was going on, Chase kept silent. She looked to Sol, to Liz, to Deus, to Meruin and finally, to Ryan. While Reina talked, Chase's grin grew uncontrollably and when Meruin had finished, Chase gave a long, cheery laugh. "Wahahahahahaha~ You know what? I think I like you kids! You've all great potential, such that I haven't seen in year! I see a magic time knight," she said, looking at Sol. "A repository for the elements!" This was said looking at Liz. "The child of Merlin! And I must say that was a surprise!" Obviously, this was looking at Deus. "And a mage with talent nearly enough to rival my Meruin!" Looking at Ryan. "And finally, that little man slinking in the background who smells of negative energy!" She wasn't looking in his direction, but she was definitely referring to Marcus. "You're all such interesting children! It would be a crime not to taste you when your young and yet to be broken!" she declared, and suddenly Reina's eyes widened as she realized what Chase was about to do. In a split second both the silver and gold archmages disappeared from their screens along with their auras. Meruin's own eyes widened as well, and she cast as many barriers as she could in the scant few seconds she had to spare. Suddenly, the heavy oppressive auras that had disappeared came back, but worse. Much, much worse. For one, horrible horrible second, it felt as if the heavens had crashed down into earth and pulverized everyone with its weight. And then, it was gone. Hovering exactly where their images once stood were the two grand witches themselves. Reina was glaring at Chase, who was grinning down on everyone else from where she floated. "Chase . . ." said Reina warningly. "Don't you worry Reina, I simply want to taste their potential in person, especially given how they've developed," responded Chase coolly. "So, children, what say you? Care for a little wager? "All of you against me in true battle, and I will use only 1 / 1,000,000 of my abilities. I win if just one of you gives up, and you win if you can land even a small scratch on me. If you win, I will give you a little gift from my own treasury, and if I win, I seal your abilities for one week. What do you think?" Reina and Meruin inhaled sharply. On one hand, fighting Chase, one of the most brilliant combat mages on the world, no matter how she handicapped herself was . . . . daunting, to say the least, but on the other hand, Chase was a thief, inventor and an alchemist of epic proportions. She stole from gods, kings, and god-kings, and had herself similarly made items to rival that which she stole and her treasures were absolutely of the highest tier. If - if - they won . . . even Reina herself thought of participating in the battle, before realizing she'd offered this deal only to the young ones in front of them.</s> <\|message\|>Slick Sloth Zairos III Slick turned to see Ryan had disappeared, shrugged and carried on working. Slick began to put wires in, making a concealed wire path to his room. He threw a roll of wires down the whole he'd dug, which by now was deep enough for two men stood on each other's shoulders to fit in.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan frowned and thought on Chase's offer. Losing his abilities for a week would be detrimental to his job as Disciplinary Committee Leader, but a personal treasure from Chase's treasury... "I'm in. I'm highly likely to lose, but on the off chance I win... I would advance my potential immensely." Ryan looked at Chase with a hardened and determined stare. "You would do well to not underestimate us. I will now revise my earlier statement. I am not likely to lose whatsoever. Not only will I win, but I will do it in record time." Ryan smiled and decided to up the stakes. "I would actually like to place an additional wager. I will be the one to land the scratch on you. If I do, I want two treasures. If I do not and someone else does, you will seal my abilities for a week. If we all fail, you will seal my abilities for two weeks. Does that sound nice?" Ryan asked. He already wanted to take his words back, but it was too late. His pride was on the line now.</s> <\|message\|>Deus Ira Deus looked at Meruin and smiled. He was glad that Meruin had accepted his offer. He then thought of Lady Chase's wager. Sealing his powers for a week? That wouldn't be a problem. The problem was how they would fare against her. Even if she was only using some part of her powers, Deus knew that she would still be just as destructive. He smiled, he knew that a chance like this might not come again in years to come, besides this was his chance to test that thing out. He nodded at Lady Chase's offer. He knew that this was suicide, but what better way off testing out your skills than against one of the most Powerful mages in the world, the universe even. "I'm in. But I suggest we do this far away from the school, or we might cause some damage." Deus said. But then he looked at Ryan and sighed. "Oi, Oi Ryan......Oh well, Guess I'll just play along instead..." Deus said. If worst comes to pass, I still have my trump card Which I can only use twice per day...</s> <\|message\|>Marcus Gracy Marcus felt a chill run down his spine when Chase mentioned something that closely fits his description. He came out of hiding and nodded as if he told Sol he was okay. The mysterious women disappeared for a few seconds and returned in person radiating an immense amount of power for a previous moment. This must be the reason why 3 is so powerful. Marcus stayed back and listen to the words exchanged between his friends and the mysterious women. Marcus was a person to never turn down a fight so hands down he accepted the challenge. "Excuse me but I promise you miss- you won't be bored when fighting us. After all your fighting some of the schools council members. Although judging from your intense power its gonna be hell for us.....I accept your challenge.." He said with his dark blue eyes which were filled with controllable negative energy starred directly at Chase. Just by looking at the woman Marcus knew he had a battle to look forward to.</s>	<\|message\|>Sol Sol turned around and listened to what Chase had to say, a magic time knight eh? He liked the sound of that. Sol was about to reply when they suddenly vanished from the portals they were in, a brief moment of confusion before they appeared in person exuding a ungodly amount of power practically crushing his barriers out of existence before it was reigned back under control. He had to admit the offer was certainly tantalizing, though it was certainly terrifying that Chase thought that she could fight at one one-trillionith of her power and still fight against all of them. Of course Sol never had been one to back down from a challenge. "Well I don't see why not, let us see glimpse of the power that the Empress of Destruction wields, as for collateral if we all activate our bracelets and Chase agrees not to purposefully destroy the barrier that should contain it." Sol said thoroughly intrigued to see how this would turn out. If nothing else and they lost Sol would have to time to hone his sword skills, which admittedly he had been slacking in somewhat.</s>
<\|description\|>Sol Photo: Age: 21 Gender: Male Abilities: Wind magic, Fantastic sword play and martial artist skills, and is beginning to learn time magic. How you could work in a team: Doing anything necessary for success Personality: Sol is a firm believer is hard work. He is rather chivalrous and would never do anything to intentionally offend somebody, except in combat. Sol is a care-free guy but once he gets into a fight his focus becomes almost freakishly keen on the fight. He doesn't like suck ups or arrogant people, and is quite willing to stand up for what he believes in. Other: Lost his eye when the island exploded Two swords</s> <\|message\|>Slick Sloth Zairos III Slick turned to see Ryan had disappeared, shrugged and carried on working. Slick began to put wires in, making a concealed wire path to his room. He threw a roll of wires down the whole he'd dug, which by now was deep enough for two men stood on each other's shoulders to fit in.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan frowned and thought on Chase's offer. Losing his abilities for a week would be detrimental to his job as Disciplinary Committee Leader, but a personal treasure from Chase's treasury... "I'm in. I'm highly likely to lose, but on the off chance I win... I would advance my potential immensely." Ryan looked at Chase with a hardened and determined stare. "You would do well to not underestimate us. I will now revise my earlier statement. I am not likely to lose whatsoever. Not only will I win, but I will do it in record time." Ryan smiled and decided to up the stakes. "I would actually like to place an additional wager. I will be the one to land the scratch on you. If I do, I want two treasures. If I do not and someone else does, you will seal my abilities for a week. If we all fail, you will seal my abilities for two weeks. Does that sound nice?" Ryan asked. He already wanted to take his words back, but it was too late. His pride was on the line now.</s> <\|message\|>Deus Ira Deus looked at Meruin and smiled. He was glad that Meruin had accepted his offer. He then thought of Lady Chase's wager. Sealing his powers for a week? That wouldn't be a problem. The problem was how they would fare against her. Even if she was only using some part of her powers, Deus knew that she would still be just as destructive. He smiled, he knew that a chance like this might not come again in years to come, besides this was his chance to test that thing out. He nodded at Lady Chase's offer. He knew that this was suicide, but what better way off testing out your skills than against one of the most Powerful mages in the world, the universe even. "I'm in. But I suggest we do this far away from the school, or we might cause some damage." Deus said. But then he looked at Ryan and sighed. "Oi, Oi Ryan......Oh well, Guess I'll just play along instead..." Deus said. If worst comes to pass, I still have my trump card Which I can only use twice per day...</s> <\|message\|>Marcus Gracy Marcus felt a chill run down his spine when Chase mentioned something that closely fits his description. He came out of hiding and nodded as if he told Sol he was okay. The mysterious women disappeared for a few seconds and returned in person radiating an immense amount of power for a previous moment. This must be the reason why 3 is so powerful. Marcus stayed back and listen to the words exchanged between his friends and the mysterious women. Marcus was a person to never turn down a fight so hands down he accepted the challenge. "Excuse me but I promise you miss- you won't be bored when fighting us. After all your fighting some of the schools council members. Although judging from your intense power its gonna be hell for us.....I accept your challenge.." He said with his dark blue eyes which were filled with controllable negative energy starred directly at Chase. Just by looking at the woman Marcus knew he had a battle to look forward to.</s> <\|message\|>Sol Sol turned around and listened to what Chase had to say, a magic time knight eh? He liked the sound of that. Sol was about to reply when they suddenly vanished from the portals they were in, a brief moment of confusion before they appeared in person exuding a ungodly amount of power practically crushing his barriers out of existence before it was reigned back under control. He had to admit the offer was certainly tantalizing, though it was certainly terrifying that Chase thought that she could fight at one one-trillionith of her power and still fight against all of them. Of course Sol never had been one to back down from a challenge. "Well I don't see why not, let us see glimpse of the power that the Empress of Destruction wields, as for collateral if we all activate our bracelets and Chase agrees not to purposefully destroy the barrier that should contain it." Sol said thoroughly intrigued to see how this would turn out. If nothing else and they lost Sol would have to time to hone his sword skills, which admittedly he had been slacking in somewhat.</s> <\|message\|>Elizabeth Moon. Liz for short Liz listened to Chase's compliments to herself and the rest "Fancy word of saying storage box for the elementals." She rolled her eyes the little mage becoming all the more unlikable to the person who wanted to beat Chase more then anyone else which is why it might of been strange when she showed reluctance to accept and instead bit her lip obvious in thought. "I guess I am in." Liz sighed raising her hand and stopped leaning against the wall to stand on her legs and walked over to Sol "Keep an eye on me." She whispered quiet enough so that only he could hear and put a box in his pocket since she was the one she knew the longest and could likely trust before walking away and leaving it at that.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon @Eklispe@Slendy@BranchOfSin@TheHangedMan Ryan smile grew almost psychotic as he heard each confirmation. "Well then? Let's get this party started! The stakes are high, the challenge higher! Surrender is not an option! Understood!" He yelled at every one as his voice got continuously louder. He then realized what he was doing and shook his head. "Let's start this confrontation." He said calmly, though you could see the madness in his eyes.</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy & @floodtalon & @Eklispe & @Slendy & @BranchOfSin Meruin shivered in excitement. Outwardly, she was quite mellow and seemed to be more interested in research rather than combat, however that was far from the truth. Meruin was someone who loved the thrill of the fight, and relished in its experience. It was only because of her definition of combat that prevented her from being serious. There were some qualifications to be met before she could consider something a 'serious' fight and act accordingly. Such a situation was now. Against Chase, nothing but preforming beyond her best would suffice. The golden witch swept her eyes across her opponents. Young talents, all of them, but untempered as of yet. Each of them had very little in the fine art of restraint, even Meruin. A useful attitude to have now, as they were in their youth, but dangerous in the future. Chase would see if she could cultivate that same attitude into them. With a grin, the golden witch floated off the ground, and gave Reina a look. "Well, they're worried about the destruction of their school. Want to do something about it, Reina?" The silver haired witch shook her head in exasperation, before flicking her wrist and snapping a slender finger. A huge magic circle, larger than the island of the school itself, flared to life and engulfed the small landmass. With a whisper of a single word, the world became silver-ish in color, and all signs of life except for Reina, Chase, and her opponents disappeared. "No need to bother with those bracelets of yours, although I must say they are rather well made. I might want to speak with the makers. Anyway, as you can see, Reina has created a whole new space-and-time for us to fight to our hearts content. Now, I will wait by the entrance of the school and give you a single minute to plan before we start, unless . . . you would rather we begin now? By all means, go ahead and do so; I'm feeling rather impatient myself." Meruin turned to look at her schoolmates. "I vote that we take Lady Chase's offer." She was seriously hoping the others would as well.</s> <\|message\|>Deus Ira @Dash375 @floodtalon @Eklispe @Slendy Deus Deus looked at Chase and started Calculating many plans in his head. One of them had to do with using Banishing Shift. The other was to fight in a team. Which seriously seemed like a great Idea but Deus knew that some of the people here would love to fight one on one instead of fighting like a team. Deus nodded at Meruin. "How about you give us time to prep up, Starting the fight now would be reckless without most of us knowing your abilities first anyways." Deus then clapped his hands together and out of the ground made Durendal appear. "So now, what does everybody else think?" Cornelia She was reading a book when she sensed that the school, rather the whole Island was Isolated from reality and put in its own Space-Time. Of course Cornelia was able to protect herself from this since her mastery was Space-Time along with Subjective Reality. She put her book down and sighed. This was a magician's work, and a very powerful one at that too. Cornelia smiled, there was going to be a fight and she was planning to join the fun.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon @TheHangedMan@Dash375@Eklispe@Slendy "I think, that unless we work together we're screwed." Ryan drew Honjo Masamune and gestured towards it. "I believe our best bet is this sword. I have explained it in the past, but let me explain again. This sword has the ability to cut through anything when enough power is pumped through it. Normally, I would stand no chance of scratching Lady Chase with this, but if I can catch her off guard or someone gives me an opening, I could definitely scratch her. If it comes down to it, I have my Grimoire as well. Any objections?" Ryan explained his plan of attack as he re-sheathed his sword.</s> <\|message\|>Deus Ira "If we are talking about cutting things, then Durendal, Cliburn or Murakamo can do just as much damage with an addition of Magic Damage too..."Deus said as he summoned Kusanagi and Clariburn. But suddenly, Kusanagi began to glow a black color. I wouldn't be so sure Deus Out of a sword cane out a voice that could be heard by everyone. "Amaterasu?! HavenHaven't heard from you in a while, anyways, what do you mean that Kusanagi or Clariburn or Durendal won't work?" Deus asked. [Well she's a magician right? Wouldn't magicians be able to sense Magic? All three of these weapons are magic, they would damage the surrounding areas but not the magician itself if she can sense them. Our safest bet is to go along with Masamune since it isn't completely made of magic.] Deus nodded. It kinda made sense. He then took out a paper sheet from his back pocket that had some Japanese letters and a small black orb.</s> <\|message\|>Marcus Gracy "If we want to win we should go all out!" Marcus unnecessarily shouted. He was pumped. Someone even stronger than 3 is an opponent worthy of a full out fight. "Personally I'd say let's do are own ways but teaming up gives us a lot of optional victories. As most of you know I'm more bronze then brains so I'll happily play decoy. Plus this gives me a chance to use Taijitu mode." Marcus sat criss cross on the mysterious surface. Now all he has to do is wait for the rest of the brilliant minds to come up with an awesome plan to defeat Chase.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon @BranchOfSin "I agree. We most definitely need to go all out. However, our plan just needs to be as basic as possible. I have the experience to say that specific combat plans just don't work." Ryan looked at Deus' talking sword but disregarded it. It agreed with him, which was nice. Ryan then turned his attention towards the entire group. "Here's my idea. Liz will create a smokescreen with her water and fire elementals, which will give Meruin an opportunity to go after Chase. She won't hit her, but she will get her to move. Marcus and Deus will try to pincer her and guide her to me. I will be maneuver behind her and try to get the strike. I won't hit, but we'll have a small advantage. Getting her mobile is essential, her most dangerous spells will be the ones that require focus and her being still. Any questions?" Ryan explained his plan and looked at everyone.</s>	<\|message\|>Sol "Of course, I won't mind a minute of down time to prepare." Sol said grinning. He spent a brief moment considering Ryan's idea, he didn't like it. Chase specialized in breaking everything and anything, going at her with the hopes of landing a single powerful attack was unlikely to work. The way to go about was an overwhelming amount of constant attacks giving no chance to go on the offensive; Meruin was probably their best shot at this in his opinion. While the idea of keeping her mobile was a good one Chase no doubt had more than enough experience casting on the move. Figuring he had more than enough time, he quickly warped back to the entrance of the school leaving his schoolmates to their own devices and wondering what exactly the purpose was of the box Liz had given him was. No matter he would figure it out if the time came, now though was very important to get as much preparation as he could. First he forcibly grabbed a hold of time in the area, much easier actually since they were already in a distorted area, and made it run slower much slower. That should buy him a considerable more amount of time, after all Chase had never said how long the minute was. Then he set to creating runes, hundreds of runes around the area, there was no point in holding back. He set proximity runes, tracking runes, escape runes, time runes, everything he could possibly think of. By the time he was finished the entire school was covered in runes that he could activate at any time, since he didn't know how much moving Chase would be doing he had to cover everywhere. Of course that meant he was starting the fight already a little tired from all the expended energy but in the end it should be worth.</s>
<\|description\|>Pamela Armellia "I am the Diva of the Academy! Bow before my music, as I have a voice that even sirens have jealousy!" Age: 16 Gender: Female Abilities: Pamela's ability is the manipulation of the sound and noise. The main function of her ability is to change direction of magical projectiles, hers or from the enemy. Other than that, she can shoot musical notes while singing and each of those notes cause debuffs. * Red: attack down * Blue: defense down * Green: evasion down * Yellow: speed down * Orange: dexterity down * Purple: element proficiency down Her strongest attack, called Super Duper Symphony!, is a giant barrage of pink lasers followed bu an enormous rainbow beam shot by her. How you could work in a team: Support/Debuffer Personality: Pamela's attitude can be resumed into one word - snobbish. She truly believes that her voice is the best and that she is the best singer in existence. She loves to brag about her powers and hates people who disagree with her. Pamela also is an attention-lover. Main Theme: Brand New Diva Everyday!! Battle Theme: The Little Diva Dance 2nd Battle Theme: It's Miss Pamela! Super Duper Symphony! Theme: Active Angel II "You really don't know your place, huh? Oh well, I guess I'll beat you down for my fun." Name: Lynda "Lyn" Hermit Age: 19 Gender: Female Abilities: Lyn manipulates darkness, but it take form as slashes. With her despisal of projectiles, Lyn is very physical. She can call a black energy blade on her hand and use it as a weapon. How you could work in a team: Offense Personality: Lyn is the kind of person that despise the weak. She only respects the people who are formidably strong. Her level of ignorance can be rather high, especially when she is in a bad mood. Lyn loves to fight, so she never refuses one. History: Although it is too her surname, Lynda is actually a hermit that lived with a tribe, hidden from communication. Her tribe excelled at spirit control, but Lyn was against that, saying that it violated those who wanted to rest in peace. She eventually came to learn her powers through her lack of training with spiritism and with it, came her desire to meet strong people. By learning it, she was banished from her tribe, accused of being a "heretic". Without anywhere to go, she heard about the academy and headed there, hoping to meet strong people to fight. Main Theme: Rumble Temple Battle Theme: Rog limitation 2nd Battle Theme: Phantom VS Current "... I suppose I can battle with you. Just try your best to survive." Name: Agni Blackheart Age: 18 Gender: Male Abilities: Agni is a controller of dark fire, using both Fire and Dark elements at once. He possess a familiar called Cerberus, which aids him in battle when summoned. His strongest attack, called Extinction Syndrome, allows him to unleash chaos and destruction in the battlefield and makes him transform into a Devil Lord, which amplifies his stats at 150% percent. How you could work in a team: Doesn't work on teams. Personality: Agni is a rather cold and lone person. He prefers to act and live by himself than depending on others. He accepts help in occasions that he really needs. Otherwise, he resolves the situation by himself. Another notable thing is that Agni hates lies. People who lie a those which he'll truly hate. Other: He carries with him his special grimoire, called the Word of Hatred. Main Theme: The Piano for Agni Battle Theme: The Executioner 2nd Battle Theme: Condemnation Wings -Remix- Devil Lord Form: The Tyrant -Remix- "Experience is only collected through reality, so I would certainly enjoy a battle against you." Name: Cruz Meister Age: 19 Gender: Male Abilities: Cruz uses technomagic, which include the use of his intelligence and memories in the form of Data. His technomagic specializes in illusionism. Other than that, he can gather loose parts and equipment to create weapons, which is a basic ability for technomagicians. His strongest attack, How you could work in a team: Tactical. Personality: After living a while with others, Cruz grew to be a firm, responsible person. He is really intelligent and likes to extend his hand to offer help to others. Cruz is fast learner when it comes to people, so he knows on who he should trust and who doesn't deserve it. Other: By advancing his knowledge in technomagic, Cruz has as his main weapon a W.D.W (Wing Drive Weapon), which act as swords. History: Cruz is one of the survivors of the academy's explosion. He escaped thanks to his A.I (Artifical Intelligence) Lhermite, that sacrificed itself by using the last of his energy to teleport Cruz back to the Hidden Realm of the Technomagic. Instead of returning to the external world, he passed 4 years of his life trying to resurrect his home, by putting everything back to work thanks to the Data he acquired in his academic life. After hearing that the academy has been re-opened, Cruz decided to return, in hopes of improving himself so he can complete what he began. Main Theme: Night Walker Battle Theme: Clockwork Doll 2nd Battle Theme: Bullet Dance -Remix- Code Omnicalibur/JUDGE Theme: Sword of Doom -Remix-</s> <\|message\|>Marcus Gracy Marcus continued to watch Ryan through his binoculars ignoring Tony's demand and said." I can handle my alcohol. Oh and thank you Alex for helping us." He puts the binoculars down and turned towards Alex to shake his hand." I'm Marcus , 8 on the student council and also your counsoler ,so if you have any girl problems or bully problems just come to me." He smiled heavily.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan looked at Lucy and noticed she seemed somewhat angry. "Forgive me, I seem to have ignored you. That is quite rude of me and I must amend for it. What was your name?" He really did feel a little bad about ignoring her. For just a millisecond you could see a bit of regret in his eyes but they quickly became the happy eyes that matched his smile. He looked over at Marcus with his binoculars and shook his head. "I do hope you're one of the more mature student council members around. The others I've met seem to be... What's the phrase, not the brightest bulb in the trees."</s> <\|message\|>Alexander Faulkner "You're welcome" Alex replied to Marcus and returned his handshake. "Although you might want to tone down the alcohol a little, It might cause you some problems in the future..." Alex added, hinting on Marcus being late to stop the fight himself. I wish I had girl problems Alex thought and picked a chair from a nearby table and sat down, waiting to be introduced to the others.</s> <\|message\|>Deus Ira "Oi, Ryan, whenever you're done checking out the competition get over here there's someone I want you to meet." Deus walked up to Cruz. "Hey Cruz, come with me for a second I want you to meet, someone whom helped us during the little Skirmish with Agni." Deus said dragging him towards Alex. "This is Alex, Cruz, he helped us in the fight with Agni."</s> <\|message\|>Marcus Gracy Marcus smiled." I don't drink much only on special occasions and when I'm not in the greatest of moods." He slowly grab his binoculars and watched Ryan." I think Ryan seen me?" He purposily waved at Ryan to get on his nerves.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan grimaced at all the attention on him. "Why can't they take their jobs seriously?" He asked himself under his breath.</s> <\|message\|>Pamela Armellia Cruz Meister Location: Cafeteria "Oh, so that was his name. Good to know.", he said, once he heard about Agni's name. "Oh, and it's really nice to meet you, Alex. As they said, my name's Cruz. Thanks for helping with that skirmish against Agni.", he said, smiling. Then, a beep was heard on the room. "Oh, sorry, that was a message. Just give me a moment.", Cruz said, opening a screen. The message contained strange symbols that no one would understand. ... Well, can't ask for more than this. The process will be slow, but it'll soon be resurrected. At least, I want it to leave the dead state that it currently holds., he thought. It was a message from an AI, speaking about the current state of the Hidden Realm of the Technomagic. He closed it and soon</s> <\|message\|>Marcus Gracy "Hey Tony. I wonder who Ryan is talking to anyways." Marcus paused for a few minutes."WHAT IF ONE OF THOSE GIRLS WAS......!!! Wait what was her name again?" He asked himself." Dude come with me over there so I won't look like a creep." Marcus said as he stood up preparing himself to walk over to Ryan.</s> <\|message\|>Alexander Faulkner "You're welcome" Alex said and watched as Cruz brought up a screen containing random letters that Alex couldn't identify; Must be his ability Alex thought and turned his attention towards the other guy Deus had called over. Was it Ryan? Alex wondered as he watched Marcus and the man talk.</s> <\|message\|>Eris Phyre Lyndwyrm "Hi I'm Eris, number 6 on the council" She said as she wiped her mouth. "what do you mean by "Mature" though?" She asked with a smile "i'm not that smart though i'm may be a little above average but not that much"</s> <\|message\|>Lucy Hart Lucy smiled, "it's fine, I'm Lucy, Lucy Hart. The block head next to the drunk guy is my brother. And yeah, he isn't the brightest bulb...." She said this lie without even flinching, she knew how insanely smart her brother was and even understood why he acted dumb. She was actually quite amused by it, people fell for it so easily. Lucy hadn't know what position Eris was in, she piped in, "hey that means you'll be fighting my brother to rank up. Shouldn't be too hard, he's like, reeallllyyy dumb." @Vec Tony resisted the urge to smack Marcus up the side of his head, "jesus dude you need to go sober up. Your acting like a royal dumbass. And yeah the blond girl is my sister, Lucy." the teen grumbled. He then turned to the new guy and said lifted his chin in greeting, "I'm Tony by the way." Hart also noted that Cruz brought up some sort of screen with weird symbols. It had to be his ability, he would keep that in mind.</s> <\|message\|>Marcus Gracy "I'm not even that drunk dude. At the most I'm like 90% sober right now." Marcus rolled up his sleeves and for one moment had a serious look on his face." Hey Tony , why does it seem like we're not the favorite group to be associated with. I'm students would rather blindly follow people like that small girl(Pamela) with her group of horny boys and clueless girls. I guess people doesn't like order." He looks at his metal canteen and smashes it between his hands until it was completely pulverized." I'm gonna go train in my office for the rest of the day." He walks away from the table.</s> <\|message\|>Sol Sol was once again impressed by Meruin's abilities, 13 more spells. If they had the power typical of Meruin's spells then it was quite a note worthy feat indeed. "I think I'll get myself a role on student council tomorrow when we receive our bracelets and can begin officially dueling for rank." he said considering whom to challenge and then mentally shrugging, he would just find someone and take their rank. "In any case my stomach informs me it's about lunch time so I at least need so food, have you eliminated such mundane needs or are you do you still eat like the rest of us?" Sol asks jokingly as he begins to walk towards the cafeteria</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon "You seem to be playing up just how dumb your brother is. Do you dislike him?" Ryan asked honestly. He really was quite clueless about these social situations. He also wondered where Meruin was. She was undoubtedly here. "Ahh, so you are number 6. How exciting, I cannot wait for our Gauntlets to arrive." He smiled a genuine smile for once then looked at Marcus. He observed Tony and quickly came to a conclusion based off of how he acted. "Is he number 5?" He asked without looking at either of them, instead focusing on Tony.</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy "Ah, well, if you need a recommendation on who would be a good fight, you can ask me - unless I'm the one being challenged, of course," she said. "And indeed, I still need to eat, and even if I did not, I would still do so. I find eating quite enjoyable, don't you know?" Meruin followed Sol to the cafeteria. She paused once she caught sight of several familiar faces - not just those of the Student Council. "Hm? Is that . . . ?" Ryan, also known as Tyler</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan suddenly shifted his focus when he saw Sol and Meruin. "Oh crap." He got up and looked at Eris and Lucy. "It was nice talking to both of you." He walked away and towards Meruin. "Hello Meruin, how's your Grimoire?"</s> <\|message\|>Deus Ira Deus took this chance to go train a bit with Marcus. "Hey Marcus, can I come with you, I would like to train with you a little bit at least." Deus said seriously, he wanted to see how strong Marcus was, seeing as how he's #8 in the council, Deus knew he couldn't take him lightly.</s>	<\|message\|>Pamela Armellia Cruz Meister Location: Cafeteria Cruz turned his screen off. Not by the fact that everyone knew his technomagic skills, but that he already knew what the message said. He started to eat his apple as he saw the reunion. The rest of the survivors have arrived, I suppose. Then again, just seeing them is good enough., he thought, while opening a smile. Agni Blackheart & Cerberus and Lynda "Lyn' Hermit Location: Outside the Cafeteria "Hey, Blackheart. How much will you stand there just watching?", Lynda said. They turned to look at the girl who stood behind them. "... Who are you?", he asked. "I saw her... she was watching our fight from the ceiling bars.", Cerberus responded. Agni growled a little, which made Lyn a little bothered. "... What do you want?", he asked. "Nothing from you. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll go into the cafeteria because I'm hungry. You coming?", she asked. But the answer she received wasn't nice. "Don't fake your charity, if you have any of it. Waste those sweet words with someone else. Cerberus, we're leaving.", he said, walking towards the exit. Cerberus followed him. Lynda shrugged and entered the cafeteria.</s>
<\|description\|>Pamela Armellia "I am the Diva of the Academy! Bow before my music, as I have a voice that even sirens have jealousy!" Age: 16 Gender: Female Abilities: Pamela's ability is the manipulation of the sound and noise. The main function of her ability is to change direction of magical projectiles, hers or from the enemy. Other than that, she can shoot musical notes while singing and each of those notes cause debuffs. * Red: attack down * Blue: defense down * Green: evasion down * Yellow: speed down * Orange: dexterity down * Purple: element proficiency down Her strongest attack, called Super Duper Symphony!, is a giant barrage of pink lasers followed bu an enormous rainbow beam shot by her. How you could work in a team: Support/Debuffer Personality: Pamela's attitude can be resumed into one word - snobbish. She truly believes that her voice is the best and that she is the best singer in existence. She loves to brag about her powers and hates people who disagree with her. Pamela also is an attention-lover. Main Theme: Brand New Diva Everyday!! Battle Theme: The Little Diva Dance 2nd Battle Theme: It's Miss Pamela! Super Duper Symphony! Theme: Active Angel II "You really don't know your place, huh? Oh well, I guess I'll beat you down for my fun." Name: Lynda "Lyn" Hermit Age: 19 Gender: Female Abilities: Lyn manipulates darkness, but it take form as slashes. With her despisal of projectiles, Lyn is very physical. She can call a black energy blade on her hand and use it as a weapon. How you could work in a team: Offense Personality: Lyn is the kind of person that despise the weak. She only respects the people who are formidably strong. Her level of ignorance can be rather high, especially when she is in a bad mood. Lyn loves to fight, so she never refuses one. History: Although it is too her surname, Lynda is actually a hermit that lived with a tribe, hidden from communication. Her tribe excelled at spirit control, but Lyn was against that, saying that it violated those who wanted to rest in peace. She eventually came to learn her powers through her lack of training with spiritism and with it, came her desire to meet strong people. By learning it, she was banished from her tribe, accused of being a "heretic". Without anywhere to go, she heard about the academy and headed there, hoping to meet strong people to fight. Main Theme: Rumble Temple Battle Theme: Rog limitation 2nd Battle Theme: Phantom VS Current "... I suppose I can battle with you. Just try your best to survive." Name: Agni Blackheart Age: 18 Gender: Male Abilities: Agni is a controller of dark fire, using both Fire and Dark elements at once. He possess a familiar called Cerberus, which aids him in battle when summoned. His strongest attack, called Extinction Syndrome, allows him to unleash chaos and destruction in the battlefield and makes him transform into a Devil Lord, which amplifies his stats at 150% percent. How you could work in a team: Doesn't work on teams. Personality: Agni is a rather cold and lone person. He prefers to act and live by himself than depending on others. He accepts help in occasions that he really needs. Otherwise, he resolves the situation by himself. Another notable thing is that Agni hates lies. People who lie a those which he'll truly hate. Other: He carries with him his special grimoire, called the Word of Hatred. Main Theme: The Piano for Agni Battle Theme: The Executioner 2nd Battle Theme: Condemnation Wings -Remix- Devil Lord Form: The Tyrant -Remix- "Experience is only collected through reality, so I would certainly enjoy a battle against you." Name: Cruz Meister Age: 19 Gender: Male Abilities: Cruz uses technomagic, which include the use of his intelligence and memories in the form of Data. His technomagic specializes in illusionism. Other than that, he can gather loose parts and equipment to create weapons, which is a basic ability for technomagicians. His strongest attack, How you could work in a team: Tactical. Personality: After living a while with others, Cruz grew to be a firm, responsible person. He is really intelligent and likes to extend his hand to offer help to others. Cruz is fast learner when it comes to people, so he knows on who he should trust and who doesn't deserve it. Other: By advancing his knowledge in technomagic, Cruz has as his main weapon a W.D.W (Wing Drive Weapon), which act as swords. History: Cruz is one of the survivors of the academy's explosion. He escaped thanks to his A.I (Artifical Intelligence) Lhermite, that sacrificed itself by using the last of his energy to teleport Cruz back to the Hidden Realm of the Technomagic. Instead of returning to the external world, he passed 4 years of his life trying to resurrect his home, by putting everything back to work thanks to the Data he acquired in his academic life. After hearing that the academy has been re-opened, Cruz decided to return, in hopes of improving himself so he can complete what he began. Main Theme: Night Walker Battle Theme: Clockwork Doll 2nd Battle Theme: Bullet Dance -Remix- Code Omnicalibur/JUDGE Theme: Sword of Doom -Remix-</s> <\|message\|>Alexander Faulkner Alex was at the edge of his seat the whole time. Fortunately, the fight had ended but Marcus seemed to be hurt. He walked over to the group as Meruin and the new student were kneeling before Marcus, tending to his injuries. A moment later Tony came as well and got to work, using his power to heal Marcus's wounds. "Did you have to taunt him so much?" he asked the new student."Didn't you figure out he was one of those guys that hates to admit defeat? You could have just surrendered when you realised he lo- Wait, you did realise he lost conciousness half-way into the match right? Ugh..." Alex turned his attention to Marcus; "We've got to take him to the nurse's office right now or there won't be a tommorow for him" said Alex, "Quickly all, grab something on me and be sure not to let go. I repeat, do not let go of me" he warned them and closed his eyes. Suddenly, mathematical formulas started appearing before him. He searched, found and locked on the right coordinates and after three seconds, all of them dissapeared and quickly reappeared at the nurses office. Alex let go of Marcus and dropped on the ground, panting for air. It had been a long time since he had teleported so many people at once and It took a toll on his body. He looked around to see if everyone was there.</s> <\|message\|>Deus Ira He grabbed onto Alex as they teleported to the infirmary. Deus opened his eyes wide. He did not need to do that, he could have healed him with his Aura by passing some of his life force to Marcus. He stretched out his arms. "Uhh guys, you do know that I could have healed him all along, restoring his life force by using mine right? It's a simple feat." Deus said scratching his cheek, he thought he had said that. He looked at Alex. 'He's exhausted a nice rest will heal him probably.'</s> <\|message\|>Elizabeth Moon. Liz for short "Tssk." Euphie ignored Alex for the most part while she was still confirming the condition of Marcus's mind. When done she then turned to him "Don't talk down to either of us like that human. This person wanted to go stronger and Liz decided that like herself she needed be physically and mentally pushed to reach new limits, and it worked as well so don't talk to me like you know everything unless you want to end up at the bottom of the ocean!" Euphie hissed not caring about being kind to people like Liz would "Anyway you can go now anyway, His mind should recover on its own accord." She spoke and walked away not heading with the rest of the group as Euphie made her way into the forest.</s> <\|message\|>Mithrail Godsend A couple landed straight in front of the entrance, after an hour or so of flying. A blue haired and proud looking woman and a slightly sleepy looking male. The young woman had a child strapped to her back that was happily dozing away. "Ah, so this is the school you went to, three years back?" asked Michael. Mithrail nodded. "Yes it is, though it was not truly much of a school as much as it was a gathering of pointless rabble," she muttered. "Mithrail, can we avoid getting into a fight on our first day please?" "I-if that's what you want, Michael. I make no promises, though." The two of them headed straight towards the school grounds. Michael was applying as a teacher, while Mithrail would be finishing her education on learning how to interact with mortals. Last year, she'd learned how to interact with the fragile part of humanity, now it was time to learn how to deal with the much sturdier portion of the species.</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy Meruin sat up straight. "Healing him with your life force was one option, however it would have taken a bit more time than what we were allotted." The short mage looked at the spot Marcus had been in and then trained her thoughts towards Euphie and Liz. "Honestly, pursuing strength is one thing, but being reckless is another matter entirely," she mumbled, "and Tony, despite his status, Marcus is still someone that strives to get stronger. It's his fault that he let himself be so easily swayed, however, technically, the limitations on his action here are the same as any other student; if he gets gravely injured in a fight like this simply because his opponent was stronger, then we cannot judge." Meruin was not about to let this simply blow over though. She would talk with Marcus and Liz . . . Euphie, whichever, once they were available.</s> <\|message\|>Deus Ira "But it would have been beneficial...Anyways I don't blamed Marcus. His hidden ability was just unlocked, and in a forceful way, so he was vulnerable to the Dark Side of chi. Anyways the point is he was being reckless, and having the Dark Side of chi manipulate him is worst. He wasn't trained properly to control his chi. Even though I don't control chi, but I control Aura so I can teach him the little bit that I know about chi so that this doesn't happen again." Deus picked up Marcus and layer him on a bed. He sat down next to him and touched his (Deus's) chest. Suddenly a Rainbow aura began to fill the room, it began to make his way to Marcus. He was passing some of his life force to Marcus restoring Marcus's life force. Once he was done he fell down on a chair gasping for air. Deus's life force would restore in a bit, as for Marcus, his life force was fully restored. "There....All done.."</s> <\|message\|>Slick Sloth Zairos III Slick sat on a sofa in the common room. waiting for his classes to start.</s> <\|message\|>Charlie M-Oni Charlie would arrive into the Common room, looking at the other students in the room and tap his chin "hm.. some familiar faces from yesterday" he then shrugs and takes a seat his magic carpet disappeared.</s> <\|message\|>Eris Phyre Lyndwyrm "Fine then, lets go" Eris said as she pushed a button on a remote hooked up to the launcher and canceled out the momentum of the ball that came rocketing out and caused it to spin on the flat of the blade of her sword before launching it at sol having the ball ride on a light blade directly over the net.</s> <\|message\|>Sol ghost in black Sol quickly reacted by gesturing upwards, causing the ball to spiral upward in a column of air before sending it hurtling towards Eris at a sharp angle. The metal ball was slightly heavier than he had anticipated so his aim was off a little but none the less the ball hurtled towards Eris's side of the court. The blade of light was interesting but it didn't seem suited for a match of this sort, once again he questioned why she had chosen tennis of all things.</s>	<\|message\|>Pamela Armellia Cruz Meister, Pamela Armellia and Lynda "Lyn" Hermit Location: Outside Court Cruz, who had been walikng with Pamela and her group for a while, reached the court to see the match. "Wow, a no power match? I'd never thought that someone would be doing such thing. Especially when the academy is filled with the unnatural.", he said. "Oh, oh, oh! Maybe we can play too! Like, in doubles! You and me against them!", she said, excited with the idea. Cruz gave her a little laugh. "Nah, I think I'll pass for now. We'll eventually have to train our physical attributes in class.", he said. A little heartbroken, Pamela gave him a false giggle and looked back to the ground. "Yo, Mr. Technomage.", a voice said from above. Sitting on a branch, Lynda watched the match as well. She was trying to be friendly with Cruz, but she still seemed to be cold since Lyn never saw Cruz in action. "Uh, hi. Who are you?", he asked. "Who cares? That's trivial for now. What matters here is you.", she said. "Hey, don't talk with him like that, you-", Pamela was going to insult but Cruz held her back before she could even speak a word. By seeing who stood in their front, it was obvious that caution is something necessary. After all, he didn't wanted to pull fights for now. "Ignoring your petty, nosy friend... I wanted to ask something. How come someone like you, that came from a race that has all information in the world, came here to the middle of nowhere?", Lyn questioned. "Having the theory is one thing. Knowing needs the external practice, which I lack on somethings.", he said. "Hmmm... I understand. Now, last question. Since you are friends with many people from the Student Council, how come you aren't one of them?", she questioned once again. "... Because in the last academy, I was unranked. You can ask any people from the Student Council and they'll say the same thing. Also, about being nosy, you can't comment that much, since I know you've been spying the council ever since that little fight you had with 10 girls.", he said. After hearing that, Lyn just gavem the a tch and kept looking at the match. Cruz walked forward, closer to the court. Pamela walked after him, showing her tongue to the hermit in the tree. Agni Blackheart & Cerberus Location: Rooftop That was the most lonely location he knew in the school. Except for the sun and its light, no one would disturb him. Or at least, he hoped for it. Agni was taking a breather until class would start. "It's unfortunate that I won't be able to leave class. To think that I have to share space with others...", he complained. "Well, we can sit on the most far corner of the class. Then, you will have your space, my master.", Cerberus said. His positivism was the only thing that sometimes made Agni laugh a little in a while. "The prying eyes, Cerberus. Everyone aims for the lone person staying quiet in the corner, hoping for him, her or it to do something. It wouldn't be a surprise if they decide to speak with me.", he said, disappointed. "Well, my master, you can simply ignore them. Like you always do.", Cerberus responded. Agni gave him a little smile and looked at the horizon. "If only the sky was black...", he said.</s>
<\|description\|>Pamela Armellia "I am the Diva of the Academy! Bow before my music, as I have a voice that even sirens have jealousy!" Age: 16 Gender: Female Abilities: Pamela's ability is the manipulation of the sound and noise. The main function of her ability is to change direction of magical projectiles, hers or from the enemy. Other than that, she can shoot musical notes while singing and each of those notes cause debuffs. * Red: attack down * Blue: defense down * Green: evasion down * Yellow: speed down * Orange: dexterity down * Purple: element proficiency down Her strongest attack, called Super Duper Symphony!, is a giant barrage of pink lasers followed bu an enormous rainbow beam shot by her. How you could work in a team: Support/Debuffer Personality: Pamela's attitude can be resumed into one word - snobbish. She truly believes that her voice is the best and that she is the best singer in existence. She loves to brag about her powers and hates people who disagree with her. Pamela also is an attention-lover. Main Theme: Brand New Diva Everyday!! Battle Theme: The Little Diva Dance 2nd Battle Theme: It's Miss Pamela! Super Duper Symphony! Theme: Active Angel II "You really don't know your place, huh? Oh well, I guess I'll beat you down for my fun." Name: Lynda "Lyn" Hermit Age: 19 Gender: Female Abilities: Lyn manipulates darkness, but it take form as slashes. With her despisal of projectiles, Lyn is very physical. She can call a black energy blade on her hand and use it as a weapon. How you could work in a team: Offense Personality: Lyn is the kind of person that despise the weak. She only respects the people who are formidably strong. Her level of ignorance can be rather high, especially when she is in a bad mood. Lyn loves to fight, so she never refuses one. History: Although it is too her surname, Lynda is actually a hermit that lived with a tribe, hidden from communication. Her tribe excelled at spirit control, but Lyn was against that, saying that it violated those who wanted to rest in peace. She eventually came to learn her powers through her lack of training with spiritism and with it, came her desire to meet strong people. By learning it, she was banished from her tribe, accused of being a "heretic". Without anywhere to go, she heard about the academy and headed there, hoping to meet strong people to fight. Main Theme: Rumble Temple Battle Theme: Rog limitation 2nd Battle Theme: Phantom VS Current "... I suppose I can battle with you. Just try your best to survive." Name: Agni Blackheart Age: 18 Gender: Male Abilities: Agni is a controller of dark fire, using both Fire and Dark elements at once. He possess a familiar called Cerberus, which aids him in battle when summoned. His strongest attack, called Extinction Syndrome, allows him to unleash chaos and destruction in the battlefield and makes him transform into a Devil Lord, which amplifies his stats at 150% percent. How you could work in a team: Doesn't work on teams. Personality: Agni is a rather cold and lone person. He prefers to act and live by himself than depending on others. He accepts help in occasions that he really needs. Otherwise, he resolves the situation by himself. Another notable thing is that Agni hates lies. People who lie a those which he'll truly hate. Other: He carries with him his special grimoire, called the Word of Hatred. Main Theme: The Piano for Agni Battle Theme: The Executioner 2nd Battle Theme: Condemnation Wings -Remix- Devil Lord Form: The Tyrant -Remix- "Experience is only collected through reality, so I would certainly enjoy a battle against you." Name: Cruz Meister Age: 19 Gender: Male Abilities: Cruz uses technomagic, which include the use of his intelligence and memories in the form of Data. His technomagic specializes in illusionism. Other than that, he can gather loose parts and equipment to create weapons, which is a basic ability for technomagicians. His strongest attack, How you could work in a team: Tactical. Personality: After living a while with others, Cruz grew to be a firm, responsible person. He is really intelligent and likes to extend his hand to offer help to others. Cruz is fast learner when it comes to people, so he knows on who he should trust and who doesn't deserve it. Other: By advancing his knowledge in technomagic, Cruz has as his main weapon a W.D.W (Wing Drive Weapon), which act as swords. History: Cruz is one of the survivors of the academy's explosion. He escaped thanks to his A.I (Artifical Intelligence) Lhermite, that sacrificed itself by using the last of his energy to teleport Cruz back to the Hidden Realm of the Technomagic. Instead of returning to the external world, he passed 4 years of his life trying to resurrect his home, by putting everything back to work thanks to the Data he acquired in his academic life. After hearing that the academy has been re-opened, Cruz decided to return, in hopes of improving himself so he can complete what he began. Main Theme: Night Walker Battle Theme: Clockwork Doll 2nd Battle Theme: Bullet Dance -Remix- Code Omnicalibur/JUDGE Theme: Sword of Doom -Remix-</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy Meruins face glowed a little hearing Liz praise Reina. She gave a small smile. "It's fine if we spar later, I'm not in a hurry." Just then Meruin noticed a familiar face, accompanied by an unfamiliar face, and a baby. What? "Isn't that girl the Celestial? I wonder how Sol is going to feel about hat," she said, choosing not to comment the child in her arms.</s> <\|message\|>Slick Sloth Zairos III A small tune came over the school speakers. "Everyone please report to the common room, classes will begin shortly and we're giving out your braces. That is all."</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan dissolved the ice shield in front of him and got up. He walked past Mithrail and glanced at her. "I do hope we can get along this time around. But I don't really care either way. Just try not to piss anyone off like last time you were here." He continued walking until he got to the common room.</s> <\|message\|>Pamela Armellia Cruz Meister, Pamela Armellia and Lynda "Lyn" Hermit Location: Court Outside the Academy "... The braces! Oh crap, I forgot about them!", he said, quickly getting up. Pamela soon followed him and got up too. "A-Are we too late to get them?!", she asked. In that moment, Lyn came down from the tree she was. "The class will start soon, so of course we're late! What are you waiting for?! Let's go!", she said, running towards the academy building. Cruz grabbed Pamela's arm and booth dashed, following Lyn. She didn't spoke a word, but Pamela was truly enjoying that moment. --- Agni Blackheart & Cerberus Location: Common Room "sigh... Do I really have to...?", he said, completely disgusted about the idea of entering the common room, where some people that he fought before were. "If you permit me, my master, I will retrieve your brace for you.", Cerberus said, but Agni gave an even harder sigh. "The thing is that I can't. I HAVE to retrieve it, wanting to accept the fact or not. And then I have to go to class.", he said. Agni started to read his grimoire. "Cerberus. You will go to the class and will wait there for me. Pick the most far seat you can. In the corner.", he said. Cerberus bowed and without a single word, walked towards the class. Agni, on the other hand, walked towards the common room, while reading the Word of Hatred, without raising his eyes to anyone.</s> <\|message\|>Eris Phyre Lyndwyrm "Yep its my serve" she said as she got up and wiped the blood from her mouth 'he wants to play rough I'll play rough too' she thought. "Hold on one second," she said before she held her hands unfortunately of her and said "release barriers 1 through 4" and the scales on her arm started spreading further "ok let's go" and made her swords reappear and make a wall before she launched the ball at sold feet at an even greater speed than before.</s> <\|message\|>Slick Sloth Zairos III Slick grabbed a brace from the teacher. "One, four, four. There were a hundred and fourty five students this year, one got sick had to leave. So I'm the worst of this sorry lot huh?"</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy Meruin, upon hearing the announcement, gave a small nod towards Liz and Marcus. "I'll be going to pick up my brace. I'll see you later, unless you're planning on following me." The small mage drew a magic circle on the ground with the tip of her shoe, and placed a ward their to record the match between Sol and Eris. In one breath, the scenery around her changed as she transported herself instantly, arriving in front of the common room. As she entered, she saw Slick. She recognized him from last year, but never really talked with him much. "Hello," she greeted casually, as she walked towards the teacher to receive her bracer.</s> <\|message\|>Slick Sloth Zairos III "Hi there, Meruin." Slick sighed. "Must be good to have a high rank huh?" Slick looked at his brace as he put it on his left arm, his dominant one.</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy Meruin placed the bracer she received on her right arm. "Not quite," she said, frowning at the bracer. She didn't quite like the color - reddish brown didn't seem to fit her, for some reason. "I only got the rank because I wanted to see how much I had improved. Afterwards, it was a near endless stream of challenges that got tiring extremely quickly." She didn't elaborate anymore than that, although she did change the color of the bracer with magic - it was a dull emerald jade color now.</s> <\|message\|>Slick Sloth Zairos III Slick engulfed his left arm in blue fire and his bracer absorbed the colour and became a navy blue. "Well at least you've got more ,magic pOW-" Slick cut off as the bracer dug into his arm and began to pump magic into his veins. "-er." He went into a sweat. "Never did understand how these would work, either way it hurts like hell."</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy Meruin tilted her head. The pain from the bracer never did bother her, as the various experiments she'd preformed on herself had let her get used to pain, but the sudden injection of magic was uncomfortable - she disliked having magic asides from hers running around her body. "I'd rather be able to finish my research," she said, staring at Slicks now navy-blue bracer. She raised a brow at his display of power. "Interesting. Now that I think about it, I don't think I've ever observed your abilities first hand. Have you ever dueled anyone before?"</s> <\|message\|>Slick Sloth Zairos III "No I never wanted to fight. Just pass exams to get through." Slick looked up and down Meruin. "What do you wanna see my power for? I'm a good for nothing student, who has the world's weirdest DNA.</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy Meruin was just a little surprised at Slick's self-depreciation. Lately she'd been dealing with people who, if not possessing a large ego, were at least reasonably confident in themselves. She nodded her head in approval to Slick's statement on what he aimed to do here. "A reasonable goal, if a bit different from the others here. As for why I want to see your abilities, I am a research before I am a fighter," she said succinctly. "Who possess what power and whatever manner of creature they are means nothing to me; you have something I am interested in, so I will express my interest, that is all."</s> <\|message\|>Pamela Armellia Cruz Meister, Pamela Armellia, Lynda "Lyn" Hermit and Agni Blackheart Location: Common Room After running a little, the three of them managed to reach the common room, where some people had already got their braces. Amidst the people, there was Agni, getting his bracer from the teacher. He used his power to give it a dark purple color and felt the bracer insert its magic on him. Useless magic... for what reason this ridiculous bracer did this?, he thought. Cruz moved forward to one of the teachers and greeted it formally. He got his bracer and equipped it. "Hmm... let's see how it looks like when I use Data on it.", he said to himself, inserting a flow of Data into the bracer, which became light blue. Then, he felt the same magic being inserted. "Ow! This thing hurts!", he said, not commenting about the magic being inserted on him. Soon, Pamela and Lynda grabbed their braces, equipped them and used their magics on it to have a pink and a dark gray bracer, respectively. And then, the pain came. "Ow, ow, ow, owww!! Heeeeeey, what is this?!", Pamela complained. "The bracer inserted some magic on us. I don't know what kind of magic it is, but I'm used to have energy painfully inserted into me...", Lynda said. Cruz looked at it one more time and then noticed Meruin and Slick. He was going to talk with them, but someone stood in his way. "I want to talk with you, last of the technomagicians.", Agni said. "About what exactly? If it's about the skirmish we had, I don't want to talk about it.", Cruz answered. The dark magician still kept his cold gaze. Then, as Cruz moved towards his old friends, the pendant swinged a little. "... I see. Then, I won't bother you anymore, Your Majesty.", he spoke. Upon hearing those words, Cruz looked directly at Agni with a surprised face, while the latter opened the Word of Hatred and left reading it. What the... how the hell does he know about that?!, Cruz said, looking at the exit.</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy Since she was not particularly waiting for Slick to respond, Meruin diverted some attention to the newcomers: another student from the previous years, and also one she'd scarcely interacted with, accompanied by three she did not recognize. Her eyes narrowed for a moment as she sensed magic pass through the bracer, one she was unfamiliar with. It seems that three people managed to pique her interest today. "Technomage, is it?" said Meruin, her eyes boring straight into Cruz's own.</s>	<\|message\|>Pamela Armellia Cruz Meister Location: Common Room Waking up from his surprise at Agni's words, Cruz turned his head back to Meruin. He does remember about her, but certainly wasn't on the best way possible. "Yeah, Meruin. We barely talked back at the old academy, but it's me, Cruz. Cruz Meister, the last technomage alive...", he said, sighing hard. That wasn't the way he wanted to be known throughtout.</s>
<\|description\|>Pamela Armellia "I am the Diva of the Academy! Bow before my music, as I have a voice that even sirens have jealousy!" Age: 16 Gender: Female Abilities: Pamela's ability is the manipulation of the sound and noise. The main function of her ability is to change direction of magical projectiles, hers or from the enemy. Other than that, she can shoot musical notes while singing and each of those notes cause debuffs. * Red: attack down * Blue: defense down * Green: evasion down * Yellow: speed down * Orange: dexterity down * Purple: element proficiency down Her strongest attack, called Super Duper Symphony!, is a giant barrage of pink lasers followed bu an enormous rainbow beam shot by her. How you could work in a team: Support/Debuffer Personality: Pamela's attitude can be resumed into one word - snobbish. She truly believes that her voice is the best and that she is the best singer in existence. She loves to brag about her powers and hates people who disagree with her. Pamela also is an attention-lover. Main Theme: Brand New Diva Everyday!! Battle Theme: The Little Diva Dance 2nd Battle Theme: It's Miss Pamela! Super Duper Symphony! Theme: Active Angel II "You really don't know your place, huh? Oh well, I guess I'll beat you down for my fun." Name: Lynda "Lyn" Hermit Age: 19 Gender: Female Abilities: Lyn manipulates darkness, but it take form as slashes. With her despisal of projectiles, Lyn is very physical. She can call a black energy blade on her hand and use it as a weapon. How you could work in a team: Offense Personality: Lyn is the kind of person that despise the weak. She only respects the people who are formidably strong. Her level of ignorance can be rather high, especially when she is in a bad mood. Lyn loves to fight, so she never refuses one. History: Although it is too her surname, Lynda is actually a hermit that lived with a tribe, hidden from communication. Her tribe excelled at spirit control, but Lyn was against that, saying that it violated those who wanted to rest in peace. She eventually came to learn her powers through her lack of training with spiritism and with it, came her desire to meet strong people. By learning it, she was banished from her tribe, accused of being a "heretic". Without anywhere to go, she heard about the academy and headed there, hoping to meet strong people to fight. Main Theme: Rumble Temple Battle Theme: Rog limitation 2nd Battle Theme: Phantom VS Current "... I suppose I can battle with you. Just try your best to survive." Name: Agni Blackheart Age: 18 Gender: Male Abilities: Agni is a controller of dark fire, using both Fire and Dark elements at once. He possess a familiar called Cerberus, which aids him in battle when summoned. His strongest attack, called Extinction Syndrome, allows him to unleash chaos and destruction in the battlefield and makes him transform into a Devil Lord, which amplifies his stats at 150% percent. How you could work in a team: Doesn't work on teams. Personality: Agni is a rather cold and lone person. He prefers to act and live by himself than depending on others. He accepts help in occasions that he really needs. Otherwise, he resolves the situation by himself. Another notable thing is that Agni hates lies. People who lie a those which he'll truly hate. Other: He carries with him his special grimoire, called the Word of Hatred. Main Theme: The Piano for Agni Battle Theme: The Executioner 2nd Battle Theme: Condemnation Wings -Remix- Devil Lord Form: The Tyrant -Remix- "Experience is only collected through reality, so I would certainly enjoy a battle against you." Name: Cruz Meister Age: 19 Gender: Male Abilities: Cruz uses technomagic, which include the use of his intelligence and memories in the form of Data. His technomagic specializes in illusionism. Other than that, he can gather loose parts and equipment to create weapons, which is a basic ability for technomagicians. His strongest attack, How you could work in a team: Tactical. Personality: After living a while with others, Cruz grew to be a firm, responsible person. He is really intelligent and likes to extend his hand to offer help to others. Cruz is fast learner when it comes to people, so he knows on who he should trust and who doesn't deserve it. Other: By advancing his knowledge in technomagic, Cruz has as his main weapon a W.D.W (Wing Drive Weapon), which act as swords. History: Cruz is one of the survivors of the academy's explosion. He escaped thanks to his A.I (Artifical Intelligence) Lhermite, that sacrificed itself by using the last of his energy to teleport Cruz back to the Hidden Realm of the Technomagic. Instead of returning to the external world, he passed 4 years of his life trying to resurrect his home, by putting everything back to work thanks to the Data he acquired in his academic life. After hearing that the academy has been re-opened, Cruz decided to return, in hopes of improving himself so he can complete what he began. Main Theme: Night Walker Battle Theme: Clockwork Doll 2nd Battle Theme: Bullet Dance -Remix- Code Omnicalibur/JUDGE Theme: Sword of Doom -Remix-</s> <\|message\|>Alexander Faulkner The announcement woke Alex up from his daydreaming. About time... he thought while getting up from his seat, yawing. He made his way towards the classroom and watched as others in the line in front of him each took their braces. He saw Slick using some kind of flame power to change the color of his bracer, Huh...that's a pretty neat feature Once he received his bracer, Alex wore it on his left forearm and quickly felt it digging in on his skin, "so this is how the whole concept works huh?" Alex said to himself out-loud. He turned and walked towards one of the seats in the class and sat down. So...let's see if I can do the same as him... Alex thought and looked at his bracer for a moment. He closed his eyes and pictured his ability as an aura and focused it on his forearm. Suddenly the bracer turned white and mathematical symbols started appearing on it until everything was covered with said symbols. Alex opened his eyes and took a look at the changes, ...whatever he thought, pressed the button on his MP4 and continued listening to music. Although he didn't need to attend the rest of the lesson, Alex was too lazy to stand up from his seat again...</s> <\|message\|>Eris Phyre Lyndwyrm Eris rushed towards the ball but suddenly felt the effects of magic similar to time dilation, when she felt this she stopped and had her sword appear under the ball and launch it into the air above her before she jumped and slammed the ball over sol's head surrounding I'd with spinning light blades to cut through his wind.</s> <\|message\|>Elza ghost in black Sol grinned, as he thought his opponent had quickly reacted appropriately to the situation, but he wasn't done yet. Just before she launched the orb with those strange swords of hers Sol wrapped the Orb in devastatingly powerful wind currents and hurled it past Eris to the furthest corner of the court. The bubble of slowed time followed the ball catching Eris in it and hopefully stopping her from being able to react fast enough to stop his assault. --- Elza blinked rapidly and looked up startled her shadow already forming itself into a spear and nearly launching itself at Liz before Elza realized that she wasn't under attack and her shadow quickly returned to its original form. "Um sorry didn't see you there, My name is Elza. Everything has been pretty simple so far so my only question is, what kind of classes do we have here?" she said still somewhat surprised by the sudden conversation but her natural curiosity quickly taking over.</s> <\|message\|>Pamela Armellia Cruz Meister, Pamela Armellia and Lynda "Lyn" Hermit Location: Common Room Of course, that look wasn't pleasuring in the very least and it made Cruz think about what kind of tests and experiments she wanted to perform on him. But as he was going to ask, Pamela came forward to interrupt and do a scandal. In her mind, she needed one. "Whoa whoa whoa, hey hey hey, hold on! Performing tests on him? He's not your lab rat! And plus, I don't think that your intentions are good in a single bit!", she said, taking front. "Hey... Pamela? I don't think that you know, but she isn't the kind of person that likes to be disturbed...", he said. But she wasn't going to give attention to him. Not when she was doing something that the paparazzi would come and take photos to publish on the journals. After all, every worldwide diva makes a scandal here and there, so why she wouldn't make one? Lyn sighed. All that scene just proved that Pamela was an idiot and that the level of respect between them was going to be really small. Lynda isn't the kind of person that likes the weak. She just has a friendly acquaintance with Cruz because of who he is. She never saw his power directly, but she had expectations.. "I'm heading to the classroom. You coming, Cruz?", she said. "I guess I'm kinda in trouble here, so I'll go later...", he said. "Hey, no going in class until I take some answers out of this girl!", Pamela butted in. With a face of diappointment, Lyn left the common room towards the classroom, leaving Cruz and Pamela behind.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan recieved his bracer and didn't even flinch when the painful magic was inserted into him. The bracer turned somewhat crimson. His head snapped towards Meruin when he heard experiments. He glided over to Slick, Cruz, and Meruin and barely restrained a grin. "Did someone say, experi– I mean tests! Tests, not experiments. Experiment implies pain." He muttered to himself that last part.</s> <\|message\|>Deus Ira Deus watched as the Bracer was inserted into him. He didn't feel any pain, he began to laugh. He was already used to this kind of pain, but worst. He walked up to Agni seeing as how Cruz and He had arrived at the same time. 'Agni...He really interests me.' He looked at Agni for a long time before he began to speak. "Hello Agni we meet again at last. My name is Deus if you didn't hear me before, the one who had that little skirmish with you yesterday. So how are you doing?" Deus was extremely interested in him, not in the experimental way but the way that he would like to know about him.</s> <\|message\|>Pamela Armellia Agni Blackheart Location: Common Room As he was leaving the common room, a dialogue against his will started. While reading the Word of Hatred, Agni simply moved his eyes looked at the person who was talking to him. The question that Deus asked made Agni know that he wanted to make some kind of friendship or another thing. However, he was just cold as he ever is to answer. "... Why do you even ask? If you are expecting any sweet answer from me, throw those hopes in the trash. I don't believe in the slightest that you care about how I'm feeling and how I am now.", he said, walking towards the exit. But before leaving, he closed the Word of Hatred, looked forward and spoke one last thing. "... You all are liars. More of those people who use masks to hide what they really feel. I don't have reasons to be speaking with people that prefer to fake happiness instead of throwing out the hatred they feel. After all, inside of your tiny little heart... You. Hate. Me.", he said. After that, he opened his grimoire once more and finally left the room.</s> <\|message\|>Deus Ira Deus scratched his head and then put on a serious face. 'Liars huh, that word resembles everyone including you.... Lies are what shapes us, at the end of the day we are just human, nothing else....Our hearts can rot, all that matters is what we believe in..' Deus thought, his thoughts weren't in order more like Disarray, that's why everything he thought was unclear, he didn't even know what he was thinking. 'A dark aura, surrounded by loneliness and hatred...He must have gone through a lot.' He walked around the common room for some time. He noticed Marcus and walked to him. "Hey Marcus, you alright now, that was a pretty good fight out there, all you need is training and you'll master that power if yours, Anyways how are you feeling?"</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy Meruin frowned. "I assure you, whatever my intent, what I have planned may benefit the both of us," she stated. She gave a questioning look to Cruz. "I'm afraid she's an unfamiliar face to me, Mr. Cruz. Is she yours, or is she playing a joke on you too?" She was referring to her interaction earlier with Sol and Cornelia, but of course, neither of them knew that. "And yes, Ryan. I offered to preform a few . . . tests for Mr. Cruz, not on. I'm quite generous, aren't I?" said Meruin in an awkward attempt to make her offer seem better.</s> <\|message\|>Pamela Armellia @floodtalon Cruz Meister and Pamela Armellia Location: Common Room Cruz looked at Pamela and looked back at Meruin. "Uhh... how am I supposed to answer that? Let's see... well, she's just a firend I met here in the academy.", he said. Inside her own space, Pamela was heartbroken for hearing that, but she still stood up for him. "A-Anyway, you totally changed the phrase! Now you said for, when in a moment ago you said on! And what's this about benefit both of you?! I don't see ANY benefit in this thing for him!", she said, angry.</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy "Are you making this difficult on purpose?" stated Meruin bluntly. The girl was starting to get on her nerves, mostly because she was very loud. "This is a matter between me and Mr. Cruz, if you want to get involved, I will not stop you, but kindly have the sense of grace to at least be polite and tone down your volume, otherwise I will disregard everything you have to say."</s> <\|message\|>Elizabeth Moon. Liz for short Liz chuckled and took a seat on the floor in the corner beside her "What kind of classes, well I guess its split into 3 main types. Fitness classes like gym and such, Magic classes to help us refine our magic skills and finally academic classes like math and other languages." She paused "However, you don't really have to go to all of them just enough. For example someone like Meruin over there might not go to the fitness classes as much but makes up for it with going to the other two types where as I would likely skip basic classes and just focus on fitness and magic." Liz finally explained "Does that make sense?"</s>	<\|message\|>Pamela Armellia Cruz Meister and Pamela Armellia Location: Common Room "Hrrrrgrrrr... you're getting on my nerves...", she said. Cruz took the front this time and spoke. "... Alright. We'll do this test for me and on me. After class, you decide where we're going. Pamela will come with me.", he said. "But Cruz-", she tried to speak, but he held her back.</s>
<\|description\|>Pamela Armellia "I am the Diva of the Academy! Bow before my music, as I have a voice that even sirens have jealousy!" Age: 16 Gender: Female Abilities: Pamela's ability is the manipulation of the sound and noise. The main function of her ability is to change direction of magical projectiles, hers or from the enemy. Other than that, she can shoot musical notes while singing and each of those notes cause debuffs. * Red: attack down * Blue: defense down * Green: evasion down * Yellow: speed down * Orange: dexterity down * Purple: element proficiency down Her strongest attack, called Super Duper Symphony!, is a giant barrage of pink lasers followed bu an enormous rainbow beam shot by her. How you could work in a team: Support/Debuffer Personality: Pamela's attitude can be resumed into one word - snobbish. She truly believes that her voice is the best and that she is the best singer in existence. She loves to brag about her powers and hates people who disagree with her. Pamela also is an attention-lover. Main Theme: Brand New Diva Everyday!! Battle Theme: The Little Diva Dance 2nd Battle Theme: It's Miss Pamela! Super Duper Symphony! Theme: Active Angel II "You really don't know your place, huh? Oh well, I guess I'll beat you down for my fun." Name: Lynda "Lyn" Hermit Age: 19 Gender: Female Abilities: Lyn manipulates darkness, but it take form as slashes. With her despisal of projectiles, Lyn is very physical. She can call a black energy blade on her hand and use it as a weapon. How you could work in a team: Offense Personality: Lyn is the kind of person that despise the weak. She only respects the people who are formidably strong. Her level of ignorance can be rather high, especially when she is in a bad mood. Lyn loves to fight, so she never refuses one. History: Although it is too her surname, Lynda is actually a hermit that lived with a tribe, hidden from communication. Her tribe excelled at spirit control, but Lyn was against that, saying that it violated those who wanted to rest in peace. She eventually came to learn her powers through her lack of training with spiritism and with it, came her desire to meet strong people. By learning it, she was banished from her tribe, accused of being a "heretic". Without anywhere to go, she heard about the academy and headed there, hoping to meet strong people to fight. Main Theme: Rumble Temple Battle Theme: Rog limitation 2nd Battle Theme: Phantom VS Current "... I suppose I can battle with you. Just try your best to survive." Name: Agni Blackheart Age: 18 Gender: Male Abilities: Agni is a controller of dark fire, using both Fire and Dark elements at once. He possess a familiar called Cerberus, which aids him in battle when summoned. His strongest attack, called Extinction Syndrome, allows him to unleash chaos and destruction in the battlefield and makes him transform into a Devil Lord, which amplifies his stats at 150% percent. How you could work in a team: Doesn't work on teams. Personality: Agni is a rather cold and lone person. He prefers to act and live by himself than depending on others. He accepts help in occasions that he really needs. Otherwise, he resolves the situation by himself. Another notable thing is that Agni hates lies. People who lie a those which he'll truly hate. Other: He carries with him his special grimoire, called the Word of Hatred. Main Theme: The Piano for Agni Battle Theme: The Executioner 2nd Battle Theme: Condemnation Wings -Remix- Devil Lord Form: The Tyrant -Remix- "Experience is only collected through reality, so I would certainly enjoy a battle against you." Name: Cruz Meister Age: 19 Gender: Male Abilities: Cruz uses technomagic, which include the use of his intelligence and memories in the form of Data. His technomagic specializes in illusionism. Other than that, he can gather loose parts and equipment to create weapons, which is a basic ability for technomagicians. His strongest attack, How you could work in a team: Tactical. Personality: After living a while with others, Cruz grew to be a firm, responsible person. He is really intelligent and likes to extend his hand to offer help to others. Cruz is fast learner when it comes to people, so he knows on who he should trust and who doesn't deserve it. Other: By advancing his knowledge in technomagic, Cruz has as his main weapon a W.D.W (Wing Drive Weapon), which act as swords. History: Cruz is one of the survivors of the academy's explosion. He escaped thanks to his A.I (Artifical Intelligence) Lhermite, that sacrificed itself by using the last of his energy to teleport Cruz back to the Hidden Realm of the Technomagic. Instead of returning to the external world, he passed 4 years of his life trying to resurrect his home, by putting everything back to work thanks to the Data he acquired in his academic life. After hearing that the academy has been re-opened, Cruz decided to return, in hopes of improving himself so he can complete what he began. Main Theme: Night Walker Battle Theme: Clockwork Doll 2nd Battle Theme: Bullet Dance -Remix- Code Omnicalibur/JUDGE Theme: Sword of Doom -Remix-</s> <\|message\|>Rayne Sanguine "Oh you mean this?" Rayne replied. "Yeah, It's pretty ancient." Rayne decided that it was time she made a friend or two. "I'm... Rayne." she said softly, sticking out her hand, her touch felt as cold as death itself, yet her appearance was somewhat seductive. "I'm the new transfer student."</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon @DaDrummer676 Ryan nodded and gathered energy. " Secret Grimoire Art: The Death." A aura of Death surrounded Ryan as a massive skeleton materialized around him. He reached out for Meruin as the very air around him seemed to die. Ryan was breathing heavily as he exerted his souls will. Ryan paused though when Meruin asked for a moment. He stopped breathing so heavily as he relaxed.</s> <\|message\|>Elza Elza grinned, she liked this angel chick. She talked funny, kinda like Meruin. "Of course Milady, M'names Elza and doom and gloom here is named Agni something. Don't have a last name myself but thats no importance. You got a plan for us or we winging it cap'n?" she asked the rather... confident angelic.</s> <\|message\|>Eris Phyre Lyndwyrm @JELDare@olcharlieboi "Welcome to the team Alex" Eris said before she turned back to the rest of the team, "we should assign positions for when we move out and try to get a base, which by the way I think we should put it up high like on a buildings roof" she whispered</s> <\|message\|>Tony Hart Tony nodded, "yeah. Bring her in." He watched Ryan as he began to change form. He had thought he was an elemental magician or something? Was he using a spell that was an anomaly or was his assumption off base? He was guessing it was an anomaly. Tony uttered a spell and a magic circle appeared in front of him. Then a roar erupted from the circle as a emerged from it. Tony jumped into the air, far higher than a human would be able to. He landed on the Dragon's back. "It's been a long time my friend," Hart said with a grin. The dragon just snorted smoke out of it's nostrils.</s> <\|message\|>Slick Sloth Zairos III "Yeah I think we -" Slick was cut off. "Now that most teams have been sorted, we'll see you at the finish." Once Hoba finished, everything went white and then colour was regained. Slick felt the cool air on his face, he, and the rest of team, were in the town center. "Nobody should have teleported with in five hundred meters of this place, I think we need to star looking for a base." @Vec@olcharlieboi@The ghost in black</s> <\|message\|>Charlie M-Oni Charlie groaned and then shivered at the cool air "...they like doing things without warning don't they?.." he sighed and nods "we do need to find a place to base down"</s> <\|message\|>Alexander Faulkner Alex returned Eris and Charlie's greetings, "Nice to meet you too" he told them. They seemed like a pretty cool bunch of people, for a random team that is. He just listened to the other three talk, strategizing about what they would do once the tests started when the teacher suddenly teleported everyone away. Having himself teleported away by another persons powers felt weird to Alex. He was so used to using his powers for transport that he had almost forgotten the feeling of other's powers doing it for him. He was teleported while sitting so he naturally fell down on the ground when their little group arrived at the town square, "Ouch!" he cried while rubbing his buttcheeks. He stood up and dusted his shirt that had some dirt on it. "So yeah, we're here. go ahead, find a place on that map you have and show it to me. I can take us there to save some time" he told the group.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan looked at Meruin. "I felt my body on the outside being teleported. I do believe it is time to fight." Ryan stated as the skeleton around him trembled with raw energy flowing through it. "I believe I may have forgotten to explain my Grimoire. My Grimoire is based off of the elements as you know, but some elements are more abstract than others. For reference, The Justice is based off of the element of Balance. Like all things in nature are balanced, so too are the elements. You can probably guess what element The Death is." Ryan dissolved the skeleton around him as he waited for Meruin to transport their minds into the real world once more.</s> <\|message\|>Lucy Hart Tony sighed, and all his spells disappeared as they weren't real. He crossed his arms over his chest. "We never discussed what our roles would be...." Lucy was talking with the owl when they were teleported to a new place. Lucy almost forgot to rub off the marker on Tony's face from Marcus. Lucy looked around nervously, her group was still unresponsive and she was pretty sure the competition had just begun.</s> <\|message\|>Eris Phyre Lyndwyrm Eris felt the distortion just before they were teleported and had braced herself for some kind of shock or drop but was surprised to find out the it was fine and after a second regained her barrings "ok I'll be vanguard who wants to back me up?"</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy @DaDrummer676 Meruin frowned and released all of them. "Yes, it does appear that it's begun. And hello there, Tony's sister." She faced the three of them. "Let us continue our discussion," she said, completely unmindful of the fact that the contest had begun and they could be attacked at any time. "I do not wish to divulge too many of my secrets, however, I want you all to know that no matter what form of attack comes at us, we will not get harmed. No one in this school has the capacity to prevent my defensive spells from working, especially ones from my Grimoire." The small mage stated this with utter confidence that was unlike her. It seemed she really believed what she said.</s> <\|message\|>Elza Elza blinked rapidly and looked around curiously, random teleportation okay then. "I guess that means we've started. Guess we should find someone to beat up, I can cloak us in darkness, then if we stick to the shadow's we'll be invisible." Elza offered while readying her scythe. She had to admit she was somewhat excited for this.</s> <\|message\|>Slick Sloth Zairos III "Allow me to help you Eris. I can tank magic damage with my scales, but I'm not a amazing in combat, so I couldn't be upfront."</s> <\|message\|>Charlie M-Oni Charlie watches them "what would you like me to do?.. like I said I can do any role thanks to my summoning power" he says "though I need to know what because the strongest equipment I can summon normally takes a lot out of me for a little bit, so best know what I need to do so I can bring it out before" he states, looking between his team mates.</s> <\|message\|>Slick Sloth Zairos III @The ghost in black@Vec Slick looked around, they were at the lowest point on the island, therefore the most vulnerable. "Guys, we should make a base, or at least somewhere. Otherwise, we're gonna be picked off easily."</s> <\|message\|>Lucy Hart Tony raised an eyebrow, "none? Absolutely none? I mean, by defensive spells are great, but what you're saying is that we're untouchable? If your defensive spells are that strong then let Lucy, Ryan, and I do the attacking while you make sure nothing hits us. Lucy can disappear, and not only disappear, but become untraceable. That means she can go spy on other teams for us or sabotage them. Who do you think is going to be the most dangerous team for us? Marcus' or Slick's?" Tony slashed the air and commanded, "apertus!" This made a small pocket of space open up for him and he reached in and pulled out his spellbook. He put his hand on Lucy's shoulder and began chanting. A magic circle appeared under both of them. "Since everyone here has very destructive powers, I gave you a temporary physical buff. You'll be a lot faster, stronger, and more durable than normal." Lucy nodded, making a fist, then she grinned. "Sweet."</s>	<\|message\|>Pamela Armellia Cruz Meister, Pamela Armellia and Lynda "Lyn" Hermit Location: Town Center After being teleported, Cruz looked around while doing his analysis with his power. "Oho, now that's something. What are you doing now?", Lyn asked to him. "I'm analyzing our surroundings. By now, all that I can say is that the teams aren't so far from each other.", he said, still analyzing everything. "Oooh, that's not good! Is the team with that girl that wants to test you near us?", Pamela asked, worried. "Call it as luck as you want, but they aren't so near. Yet they aren't so far.", he said. --- Agni Blackheart Location: Town Center The teleportation was fast. As the process ended, Agni finally released his arm off from Elza's grip. After that, he walked towards a direction. "... I don't know what you'll be doing, but I'm going after someone. I aim him since the teams were formed. If any of you touch him, I'll bring you down to hell and I don't care if you're from my team or not.", he said. After that, he walked towards a direction. Agni wanted to bring Cruz down with his own hands and he wasn't going to let anyone get in his way.</s>
<\|description\|>Pamela Armellia "I am the Diva of the Academy! Bow before my music, as I have a voice that even sirens have jealousy!" Age: 16 Gender: Female Abilities: Pamela's ability is the manipulation of the sound and noise. The main function of her ability is to change direction of magical projectiles, hers or from the enemy. Other than that, she can shoot musical notes while singing and each of those notes cause debuffs. * Red: attack down * Blue: defense down * Green: evasion down * Yellow: speed down * Orange: dexterity down * Purple: element proficiency down Her strongest attack, called Super Duper Symphony!, is a giant barrage of pink lasers followed bu an enormous rainbow beam shot by her. How you could work in a team: Support/Debuffer Personality: Pamela's attitude can be resumed into one word - snobbish. She truly believes that her voice is the best and that she is the best singer in existence. She loves to brag about her powers and hates people who disagree with her. Pamela also is an attention-lover. Main Theme: Brand New Diva Everyday!! Battle Theme: The Little Diva Dance 2nd Battle Theme: It's Miss Pamela! Super Duper Symphony! Theme: Active Angel II "You really don't know your place, huh? Oh well, I guess I'll beat you down for my fun." Name: Lynda "Lyn" Hermit Age: 19 Gender: Female Abilities: Lyn manipulates darkness, but it take form as slashes. With her despisal of projectiles, Lyn is very physical. She can call a black energy blade on her hand and use it as a weapon. How you could work in a team: Offense Personality: Lyn is the kind of person that despise the weak. She only respects the people who are formidably strong. Her level of ignorance can be rather high, especially when she is in a bad mood. Lyn loves to fight, so she never refuses one. History: Although it is too her surname, Lynda is actually a hermit that lived with a tribe, hidden from communication. Her tribe excelled at spirit control, but Lyn was against that, saying that it violated those who wanted to rest in peace. She eventually came to learn her powers through her lack of training with spiritism and with it, came her desire to meet strong people. By learning it, she was banished from her tribe, accused of being a "heretic". Without anywhere to go, she heard about the academy and headed there, hoping to meet strong people to fight. Main Theme: Rumble Temple Battle Theme: Rog limitation 2nd Battle Theme: Phantom VS Current "... I suppose I can battle with you. Just try your best to survive." Name: Agni Blackheart Age: 18 Gender: Male Abilities: Agni is a controller of dark fire, using both Fire and Dark elements at once. He possess a familiar called Cerberus, which aids him in battle when summoned. His strongest attack, called Extinction Syndrome, allows him to unleash chaos and destruction in the battlefield and makes him transform into a Devil Lord, which amplifies his stats at 150% percent. How you could work in a team: Doesn't work on teams. Personality: Agni is a rather cold and lone person. He prefers to act and live by himself than depending on others. He accepts help in occasions that he really needs. Otherwise, he resolves the situation by himself. Another notable thing is that Agni hates lies. People who lie a those which he'll truly hate. Other: He carries with him his special grimoire, called the Word of Hatred. Main Theme: The Piano for Agni Battle Theme: The Executioner 2nd Battle Theme: Condemnation Wings -Remix- Devil Lord Form: The Tyrant -Remix- "Experience is only collected through reality, so I would certainly enjoy a battle against you." Name: Cruz Meister Age: 19 Gender: Male Abilities: Cruz uses technomagic, which include the use of his intelligence and memories in the form of Data. His technomagic specializes in illusionism. Other than that, he can gather loose parts and equipment to create weapons, which is a basic ability for technomagicians. His strongest attack, How you could work in a team: Tactical. Personality: After living a while with others, Cruz grew to be a firm, responsible person. He is really intelligent and likes to extend his hand to offer help to others. Cruz is fast learner when it comes to people, so he knows on who he should trust and who doesn't deserve it. Other: By advancing his knowledge in technomagic, Cruz has as his main weapon a W.D.W (Wing Drive Weapon), which act as swords. History: Cruz is one of the survivors of the academy's explosion. He escaped thanks to his A.I (Artifical Intelligence) Lhermite, that sacrificed itself by using the last of his energy to teleport Cruz back to the Hidden Realm of the Technomagic. Instead of returning to the external world, he passed 4 years of his life trying to resurrect his home, by putting everything back to work thanks to the Data he acquired in his academic life. After hearing that the academy has been re-opened, Cruz decided to return, in hopes of improving himself so he can complete what he began. Main Theme: Night Walker Battle Theme: Clockwork Doll 2nd Battle Theme: Bullet Dance -Remix- Code Omnicalibur/JUDGE Theme: Sword of Doom -Remix-</s> <\|message\|>Cornelia Gamma Deus looked behind him, and saw the spears coming at him, Ice Spears, and 456 of them. He sighed. "Come on, give me a break! Aura Manipulation: Yellow Aura, Energetic Pressure!!" Deus's Aura began to grow in size, Releasing alot of energy, making himself like something like a bomb, which he wasn't, it's really hard to explain just click on the link. Anyways, The Pressure emanating from his Aura, made the Spears go flying. Suddenly two spheres made of pure Aura began to grow in Deus's hands. "Now's not the time Ryan! I need to stop Cornelia from killing Marcus!!" Cornelia Cornelia's face showed a wide grin as she thanked the man. Once he left she turned to face Marcus. "Now little boy, Time to pay you back for what tou did back there, and Kill you!" Cornelia's fire knives were now pointing at Marcus. She began to slash him with them. She laughed sadistically.</s> <\|message\|>Marcus Gracy Marcus eye site and hearing came back at the wrong time. Right when Cornilea threatened his life. " So you still wanna be a coward and fight while I'm weakened." He said standing up with a very angry expression on his face. Marcus thought Cornilea was the one who attacked him and he was not in the greatest of moods. "You're fucking with the wrong council member!" He shouted swing his arm back smashing the tree that stood behind him into pieces. Marcus eyes glared a dark blue but went back to their cyan color. He was feeding into his anger and madness wasn't to far behind. He punched the ground beneath them and caused a small creator to appear. The ground punch caused the firey knifes to ricochet and fly in random directions. Marcus charged at Cornilea attacking her with a countless number of punches. He was pretty pissed and it might be best for Cornilea to dodge the on coming assault .</s> <\|message\|>Alexander Faulkner Alex Faulkner "Phew, finally finished" mumbled Alex, stood up and stretched his limbs cause they had gone numb. What he had finished was mapping the entire island and everything that was on it, in his mind. He could now find his force field target more accurately and quickly than previously. He did a last wide search, pinpointing everyone in his mind and keeping everyones coordinates. While most of the students seemed to be constantly on the move, he could detect several force fields that were static. That meant that the people who emitted those force fields were standing still. What surpriced him the most though was that of those people, he could sense four whose force fields werer almost, if not, identical. That's odd... Alex thought. A force field is unique to each and every person and so, two or more people can't emit the same force field. Hmm.. except, what if those four.. are the same person, which would explain this perfectly! Alex didn't have any more time to waste thinking about it though, so he promptly teleported once again into the fray, to where he had pinpointed the four identical force fields. To his surprise, he appeared right in front of Meruin...or rather Meruins, four of them that is. "Hey, what are you cooking there?" he asked her casually but still ready for battle.</s> <\|message\|>Cornelia Gamma Cornelia stepped back, seeing the raw power that Marcus was using. She began laughing like a maniac, like the Genocide killer from Danganronpa. Once she saw Marcus attack, she decided it'd be best to relocate, then she got an Idea. "Subjective Reality: Meta-Teleportation!" In a flash Cornelia disappeared, Reappearing behind him a few feet back. She guessed it was time to let "it" feed on blood. "The Darkness in the Light, the Bloodthirsty sword of Darkness, I call to you now! Come before me!" Suddenly a flash of Purple Light, filled the Town, and in less than a second, a sword appeared before her, floating, emanating a Dark Aura, that could hurt you alot if you came in contact with the Aura. She grabbed the sword, and she began to undergo a transformation. She grew horns, and Demon Tail. She was ready to kill. Cornelia dashed forward in an attempt to slash Marcus.</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy Meruin, all four of them, kept chanting on. Teleportation was a highly noticeable process, even if just took a second, so Meruin wasn't all that surprised when Alex showed up. Moreover, she was wondering if Alex had already forgotten about Tony (there was also Lucy, but he didn't know that) and then began wondering what he was doing. There's no point in wasting time thinking about it, however, she thought. In a moment, all four Meruins drew runes into the air, which turned into sheets of glowing paper. Some launched themselves at Alex, others simply scattered around randomly, while still others simply floated in the space next to the Meruin's. NUMBER OF POSTS UNTIL THE SPELL GOES OFF: 23 NUMBER OF POSTS UNTIL THE SPELL GOES OFF: 57 NUMBER OF POSTS UNTIL THE SPELL GOES OFF: 13 NUMBER OF POSTS UNTIL THE SPELL GOES OFF: 5</s> <\|message\|>Alexander Faulkner Alex Faulkner Paper...she's attacking me with paper. Alex was confused but nevertheless, didn't underestimate the attack. It's Meruin we're talking about, those pieces of glowing paper had to have some properties he didn't know of. "Archimedes' Box!" Alex shouted and the familiar green rectangular construct appeared around Alex, encasing him inside and protecting him from whatever those pieces of paper that where flying towards his direction would do. Whilst inside his case, Alex raised both of his hands and pointed at each and every Meruin; slowly, the same green rectangular cube that had encased him was now forming around all of the Meruins. If he managed to trap the mage and her twins inside the boxes, Alex was planning to remove the air inside of them, rendering her chanting useless.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon "Let me think about it... No." Ryan quickly shot more ice spears, this time infused with magic. He also made an invisible shield of air about four feet in front of him.</s> <\|message\|>Deus Ira Deus looked at the Ice Spears that were now infused with magic. He cursed at the spears, as he put his two hands with the spheres togther, and pulled them back. "Ryan, Out of the way, if she kills Marcus then all of that would be on you since you didn't let me go, now get...out of the way!! Ka-Me-Ha-Me-Haaa!!!" A large wave of pure Aura was fired at the spears and at Ryan. Most of you will most likely be familiar with the famous DBZ Kamehameha technique, well Deus (I) wanted to do it, Plus Ryan needs to get out of the way for Deus to go to Marcus. As Deus was firing the wave of Pure Aura that should be avoided, it's a mix of Pure Aura and the Element of Air, Deus used Ability Create to add unto The Kamehameha making it even more destructive. Anyways, As Deus fired the Kamehameha wave, Kusanagi V2 appeared next to him out of nowhere. "Deus, don't use all of your power with this one, He's dangerous, Even I, a God, Would take precautions in battling him, I'll lend you some power from Kusanagi."</s>	<\|message\|>Pamela Armellia Agni Blackheart & Cerberus "It's time.", he said. Cerberus, using his own dark power, created a shield around him, Elza and Mithrail. BGM: Apocalypse in the Eyes of the Fallen "Extinction Syndrome!!", he declared as the magic circle that split the black sky broke into bits. Enormous pillars of black fire were raising from the broken ground. Pitch-black meteoros fell from sky alongside the purple beams. The air became more and more fiery and hands made of vengeful spirits and the deepest of nightmares walked in the ground, hoping to take hopeless people down to Jigoku and to the other levels of hell. Cerberus dissolved the shield and bowed to his master, which still floated in the air. Soon, two devil wings rose from his back as he grappled two scythes made of black fire."I bow and await your orders, my master Agni Blackheart, Devil Lord of Jigoku.", the familiar said. Agni looked at the chaos, expecting the time for him to go as destruction incarnate.</s>
<\|description\|>Pamela Armellia "I am the Diva of the Academy! Bow before my music, as I have a voice that even sirens have jealousy!" Age: 16 Gender: Female Abilities: Pamela's ability is the manipulation of the sound and noise. The main function of her ability is to change direction of magical projectiles, hers or from the enemy. Other than that, she can shoot musical notes while singing and each of those notes cause debuffs. * Red: attack down * Blue: defense down * Green: evasion down * Yellow: speed down * Orange: dexterity down * Purple: element proficiency down Her strongest attack, called Super Duper Symphony!, is a giant barrage of pink lasers followed bu an enormous rainbow beam shot by her. How you could work in a team: Support/Debuffer Personality: Pamela's attitude can be resumed into one word - snobbish. She truly believes that her voice is the best and that she is the best singer in existence. She loves to brag about her powers and hates people who disagree with her. Pamela also is an attention-lover. Main Theme: Brand New Diva Everyday!! Battle Theme: The Little Diva Dance 2nd Battle Theme: It's Miss Pamela! Super Duper Symphony! Theme: Active Angel II "You really don't know your place, huh? Oh well, I guess I'll beat you down for my fun." Name: Lynda "Lyn" Hermit Age: 19 Gender: Female Abilities: Lyn manipulates darkness, but it take form as slashes. With her despisal of projectiles, Lyn is very physical. She can call a black energy blade on her hand and use it as a weapon. How you could work in a team: Offense Personality: Lyn is the kind of person that despise the weak. She only respects the people who are formidably strong. Her level of ignorance can be rather high, especially when she is in a bad mood. Lyn loves to fight, so she never refuses one. History: Although it is too her surname, Lynda is actually a hermit that lived with a tribe, hidden from communication. Her tribe excelled at spirit control, but Lyn was against that, saying that it violated those who wanted to rest in peace. She eventually came to learn her powers through her lack of training with spiritism and with it, came her desire to meet strong people. By learning it, she was banished from her tribe, accused of being a "heretic". Without anywhere to go, she heard about the academy and headed there, hoping to meet strong people to fight. Main Theme: Rumble Temple Battle Theme: Rog limitation 2nd Battle Theme: Phantom VS Current "... I suppose I can battle with you. Just try your best to survive." Name: Agni Blackheart Age: 18 Gender: Male Abilities: Agni is a controller of dark fire, using both Fire and Dark elements at once. He possess a familiar called Cerberus, which aids him in battle when summoned. His strongest attack, called Extinction Syndrome, allows him to unleash chaos and destruction in the battlefield and makes him transform into a Devil Lord, which amplifies his stats at 150% percent. How you could work in a team: Doesn't work on teams. Personality: Agni is a rather cold and lone person. He prefers to act and live by himself than depending on others. He accepts help in occasions that he really needs. Otherwise, he resolves the situation by himself. Another notable thing is that Agni hates lies. People who lie a those which he'll truly hate. Other: He carries with him his special grimoire, called the Word of Hatred. Main Theme: The Piano for Agni Battle Theme: The Executioner 2nd Battle Theme: Condemnation Wings -Remix- Devil Lord Form: The Tyrant -Remix- "Experience is only collected through reality, so I would certainly enjoy a battle against you." Name: Cruz Meister Age: 19 Gender: Male Abilities: Cruz uses technomagic, which include the use of his intelligence and memories in the form of Data. His technomagic specializes in illusionism. Other than that, he can gather loose parts and equipment to create weapons, which is a basic ability for technomagicians. His strongest attack, How you could work in a team: Tactical. Personality: After living a while with others, Cruz grew to be a firm, responsible person. He is really intelligent and likes to extend his hand to offer help to others. Cruz is fast learner when it comes to people, so he knows on who he should trust and who doesn't deserve it. Other: By advancing his knowledge in technomagic, Cruz has as his main weapon a W.D.W (Wing Drive Weapon), which act as swords. History: Cruz is one of the survivors of the academy's explosion. He escaped thanks to his A.I (Artifical Intelligence) Lhermite, that sacrificed itself by using the last of his energy to teleport Cruz back to the Hidden Realm of the Technomagic. Instead of returning to the external world, he passed 4 years of his life trying to resurrect his home, by putting everything back to work thanks to the Data he acquired in his academic life. After hearing that the academy has been re-opened, Cruz decided to return, in hopes of improving himself so he can complete what he began. Main Theme: Night Walker Battle Theme: Clockwork Doll 2nd Battle Theme: Bullet Dance -Remix- Code Omnicalibur/JUDGE Theme: Sword of Doom -Remix-</s> <\|message\|>Pamela Armellia @JELDare@Eklispe@Vec@floodtalon@BranchOfSin@Slendy@DaDrummer676@Dash375@The ghost in black@Shikaru@ScorpionLantern Cruz Meister, Pamela Armellia, Lynda "Lyn" Hermit and Agni Blackheart (Devil Lord) Location: Town Center The three of them were still watching the hands when they suddenly disappeared from where Slick and Eris where. "They're gone...", she whispered. "I don't like this. For them to suddenly vanish like this ddoesn't sound any good...", Lyn commented. Then, a panel opened, informing Cruz about something dreadful. "What the heck?! This level of power coming from somewhere...!! It's really big!!", he said. When the girls looked at it, they two got surprised. "F-F-From where is this coming, Cruz?!", Pamela asked, completely frightened. Devil Lord Agni's Theme: The Tyrant -Remix- Agni reappeared at the center of the entire battlefield. He opened his majestic devil wings and looked around. After that, he started to draw purple lines in space with his fingers. In many directions, in many sizes... those lines would form a net. Agni started to float in the air and his scythes started to fly around him. "... Let destruction ruin incarnate.", he spoke. The two scythes danced in the air, reaping space in the direction of the lines. They were randomly drawed, so the aim wasn't in a single spot. It was on various directions. Those slashed spaces opened holes. Then, with his aura flowing excessive amounts of power, his voice echoed throughout the entire town. "Omnidirection Decimatio!!" From those holes, enormous beams of dark fire were shot all at once. Cruz spied a little from the back of the building they were hiding, until that purple light came. "Get down!!", he said. Pamela and Lynda followed his order and quicly ducked. The dark fire beam passed and destroyed half of the house. It was during for a long time. "W-W-W-We have to get out of here!!", Pamela said. Lyn looked around, trying to find a hideout, but eventually found something else: Cerberus, on the top of a roof. "Look!! It's Blackheart's familiar!!", she said pointing out to him. "...!! That's...!!", Cerberus said to himself. Upon looking at him, he immediately recognized Cruz. Seeing that he was found, he immediately ran to the other side. "After him!!", Cruz said. After crawling to leave the area of the fire beam, the three of them jumped onto the roof and started to follow him.</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy Meruin chuckled lightly. "Ryan, it's not wrong to want to challenge us. If they want to, let them come, who knows, perhaps it may be enjoyable." She turned to Deus. "As for your question Deus . . . well, the name Merlin is rather famous, so it would be difficult for me not to have heard it," she said. She then paused and thought for a few seconds. "For what is happening to you, I have a few theories, but I can't be sure of them until I have more information." She was about to suggest they meet up later when Agni decided that it was time for more fireworks. "Well Ryan, what did I tell you?" she said calmly looking a the dark purple beams. It impacted against a barrier seven meters in front of her, and tore right through it before hitting another barrier which stopped it completely.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan was shocked. "Really, after what you saw you want to fight? How stupid can one man be?" Ryan dodged the Dark beams and frowned intensely. "Grimoire Art: The Emperor!" Lightning flashed in the sky as it began to strike the surrounding area. "Thousand Arms of Lightning!" All of the lightning instantly converged on Agni as Ryan looked at Meruin. "Thats not going to hit. Prepare a bunker buster spell when possible." Ryan was now in tactical mode.</s> <\|message\|>Deus Ira Deus looked at Meruin with a puzzled looked on his face. 'My Father was....famous?? Also what does she mean by theories..Oh we-' Deus' train of though was cut in half to see Agni and the activation of a spell. He sighed as the Beams went straight to him. 'I'm not even fighting anymore... Damm, Battle Maniacs..I guess people never learn do they.' He saw as Ryan send the lighting to strike Agni, he then heard him say that they wouldn't hit so Deus got an Idea. He looked at Ryan and then at Meruin. "If I can propose a truce...Would that be okay with you, I have a plan to take Agni out or just stop him.. I can create something called a Spirit Bomb, which if infused with Magic Negation should be able to Negate his spell, and take him out for some time." Deus said as he dodged one of the beam. He sighed. 'What's the use of these things if they won't even hit their targets?'</s> <\|message\|>Marcus Gracy Marcus laid limp on the ground. He could stand up and just commit suicide right then and there but that'll only make him even more pathetic. "..I'm just fucking pathetic." Marcus said laying face down in the dirt. He soon felt the pulse of negative energy that Agni was giving off and sighed heavily. Marcus stood to his feet and slowly walked towards the direction Agni was in. He activated his nullification ability and tapped into his negative energy. Marcus wasn't in the best of shap to be in another full heated battle. Blood dripped down the side of his face as he coughed. "I....must redeem...myself" He said between heavy breathes. The way he was walking it was surly gonna take him along time to get to Agni.</s> <\|message\|>Slick Sloth Zairos III Slick saw the black fire rain down. Smiling, he held his arms above his head and made his skin become blue dragon scales. He absorbed all the fire inside the scales. "Now this should be fun."</s>	<\|message\|>Pamela Armellia Cruz Meister, Pamela Armellia, Lynda "Lyn" Hermit and Agni Blackheart (Devil Lord) & Cerberus Location: Town Center BGM: The Tyrant -Remix- still playing The lightning was completely point blank. And one who knew Ryan's power would never be able to survive that... but nothing made the Devil Lord shken a little bit. He had closed himself into his wings and as he opened, he looked at the direction where he could feel him and drew a magic circle in his front. "... Go.", he said. A giant hand rose from it and lunged at the direction where they were. The most possible target was going to be Marcus, which conditions would only take him to his death. Seeing the hand from the rooftop, the trio kept chasing Cerberus... until Cruz saw who was going to be caught. "Oh no!! Watch out!!", he said, while changing directions to do a leap towards Marcus. Pamela and Lyn stopped momentarily to see it. Using a Data orb to give him impluse, Cruz leaped and managed to reach Marcus. Still in the air, he shoved the student council member away from the hand's grasp, being caught instead. "Cruz!!!", Pamela screamed, completely worried. Lynda just watched in awe of what he was doing for someone that was weak. The hand retreated back to its master and upon reaching Agni, it threw Cruz a little away from him. Agni's eyes opened widely as he saw the fish he caught. "I've finally got you... now, you'll meet hell, you worthless monster!!!", he screamed. His echo could be heard. Cruz got up and called his Wing Drive Weapon. "Monster? Me? Look at yourself in the mirror and then we'll talk more about monstrocity.", he mocked Agni, but he was nervous. Agni grasped his two scythes and looked firecely at Cruz, who looked back at the same way. "This is the day you'll die, Cruz Meister, abomination in the world of magic!!!" "Oh, was that a prejudice against me?! No way I'm gonna let that pass so easily!!" Agni vanished in a second. When Cruz looked at his back, his head grazed a slash. Agni assaulted him with a quick, yet powerful scythe assault, but Cruz amanged to defend himself with the Wing Drive Weapon shielding him. The technomage slashed back in hopes of countering, but the speed that Agni was possessing at that moment was unimaginable, so it missed. In the rooftop, Cerberus was distracted and was almost hit by a slash projectile. When he looked, Lyn was in position to fight. He entered in his own position. Lynda's Battle Theme: Rog limitation "I will not let you interfere with my master's plan!!" "You're just a dog. What will you be able to do other than bark?" Cerberus dashed at Lynda, knowing that his speed is superior to hers. But she was fast too and able to evade his charges. Then, they dueled to see who slashed more: him with his claws or her with slashes of dark energy. "You are good with your kicks! But do you think you will keep up?!", he said. "Dude, I'll outsmart you soon enough!", she said, going with another sessing of roundhouse kicks while trying to cut him. It wasn't easy for him to admit, but Lynda could easily beat him if she wanted to. Their duel wouldn't be something easy. The roof wasn't that big, so Cerberus eventually planned to jump onto another roof and keep moving. However, he was hit with a sweep slash and fell. Lyn and Pamela dropped down from the roof, getting in the front of Meruin and the others. She looked back at them. "You guys can take care of Blackheart and leave this puppy with us.", she said, while charging back at him.</s>
<\|description\|>Pamela Armellia "I am the Diva of the Academy! Bow before my music, as I have a voice that even sirens have jealousy!" Age: 16 Gender: Female Abilities: Pamela's ability is the manipulation of the sound and noise. The main function of her ability is to change direction of magical projectiles, hers or from the enemy. Other than that, she can shoot musical notes while singing and each of those notes cause debuffs. * Red: attack down * Blue: defense down * Green: evasion down * Yellow: speed down * Orange: dexterity down * Purple: element proficiency down Her strongest attack, called Super Duper Symphony!, is a giant barrage of pink lasers followed bu an enormous rainbow beam shot by her. How you could work in a team: Support/Debuffer Personality: Pamela's attitude can be resumed into one word - snobbish. She truly believes that her voice is the best and that she is the best singer in existence. She loves to brag about her powers and hates people who disagree with her. Pamela also is an attention-lover. Main Theme: Brand New Diva Everyday!! Battle Theme: The Little Diva Dance 2nd Battle Theme: It's Miss Pamela! Super Duper Symphony! Theme: Active Angel II "You really don't know your place, huh? Oh well, I guess I'll beat you down for my fun." Name: Lynda "Lyn" Hermit Age: 19 Gender: Female Abilities: Lyn manipulates darkness, but it take form as slashes. With her despisal of projectiles, Lyn is very physical. She can call a black energy blade on her hand and use it as a weapon. How you could work in a team: Offense Personality: Lyn is the kind of person that despise the weak. She only respects the people who are formidably strong. Her level of ignorance can be rather high, especially when she is in a bad mood. Lyn loves to fight, so she never refuses one. History: Although it is too her surname, Lynda is actually a hermit that lived with a tribe, hidden from communication. Her tribe excelled at spirit control, but Lyn was against that, saying that it violated those who wanted to rest in peace. She eventually came to learn her powers through her lack of training with spiritism and with it, came her desire to meet strong people. By learning it, she was banished from her tribe, accused of being a "heretic". Without anywhere to go, she heard about the academy and headed there, hoping to meet strong people to fight. Main Theme: Rumble Temple Battle Theme: Rog limitation 2nd Battle Theme: Phantom VS Current "... I suppose I can battle with you. Just try your best to survive." Name: Agni Blackheart Age: 18 Gender: Male Abilities: Agni is a controller of dark fire, using both Fire and Dark elements at once. He possess a familiar called Cerberus, which aids him in battle when summoned. His strongest attack, called Extinction Syndrome, allows him to unleash chaos and destruction in the battlefield and makes him transform into a Devil Lord, which amplifies his stats at 150% percent. How you could work in a team: Doesn't work on teams. Personality: Agni is a rather cold and lone person. He prefers to act and live by himself than depending on others. He accepts help in occasions that he really needs. Otherwise, he resolves the situation by himself. Another notable thing is that Agni hates lies. People who lie a those which he'll truly hate. Other: He carries with him his special grimoire, called the Word of Hatred. Main Theme: The Piano for Agni Battle Theme: The Executioner 2nd Battle Theme: Condemnation Wings -Remix- Devil Lord Form: The Tyrant -Remix- "Experience is only collected through reality, so I would certainly enjoy a battle against you." Name: Cruz Meister Age: 19 Gender: Male Abilities: Cruz uses technomagic, which include the use of his intelligence and memories in the form of Data. His technomagic specializes in illusionism. Other than that, he can gather loose parts and equipment to create weapons, which is a basic ability for technomagicians. His strongest attack, How you could work in a team: Tactical. Personality: After living a while with others, Cruz grew to be a firm, responsible person. He is really intelligent and likes to extend his hand to offer help to others. Cruz is fast learner when it comes to people, so he knows on who he should trust and who doesn't deserve it. Other: By advancing his knowledge in technomagic, Cruz has as his main weapon a W.D.W (Wing Drive Weapon), which act as swords. History: Cruz is one of the survivors of the academy's explosion. He escaped thanks to his A.I (Artifical Intelligence) Lhermite, that sacrificed itself by using the last of his energy to teleport Cruz back to the Hidden Realm of the Technomagic. Instead of returning to the external world, he passed 4 years of his life trying to resurrect his home, by putting everything back to work thanks to the Data he acquired in his academic life. After hearing that the academy has been re-opened, Cruz decided to return, in hopes of improving himself so he can complete what he began. Main Theme: Night Walker Battle Theme: Clockwork Doll 2nd Battle Theme: Bullet Dance -Remix- Code Omnicalibur/JUDGE Theme: Sword of Doom -Remix-</s> <\|message\|>Pamela Armellia Cruz Meister, Pamela Armellia, Lynda "Lyn" Hermit and Agni Blackheart & Cerberus Location: Town Center A beep cold be heard. When he heard it, Cruz took his pendant of his neck and held it. The town can't be left in shambles like this. Even if its purpose was solely for our fight..., he thought. He kneeled and placed his hand open in the ground, with the pendant under it. A giant magic circle appeared under him, as static was being constantly released from his body. Red eyes that were shining more than a polished ruby, Cruz declares his spell. "Code: Reality/RESET!!", he declares, as the static appeared more and more. A blinding and expanding light started to rose from Cruz, engulfing the unconscious Agni first. While battling Lynda, Cerberus, finally noticed the lack of Agni's power in the air. My master...!! This cannot be...!!, the thought of Agni's defeat running in his mind, constricting the fragile pride that Cerberus had. But when he looked back, the engulfing light of Reality/RESET was already approaching. "Gggggh...!! This blinding light...!!", he said, while closing his eyes and protecting them with his arms. Behind him, the two girls were too closing her eyes. "Darn it...!! It's like when you're looking directly at the sun...!!", she said. "W-Where is Cruz?! What is going to happen to him?!", Pamela spoke, worried about Cruz. But she didn't have time to give hypotesis, as she, Lyn and Cerberus were engulfed by that light. It couldn't be nullified by anything, nor it could be stopped by any magic of different reality. It was only an emergencial code, both for the user and for the enviroment around him. Soon, the light expanded even more, engulfing everyone into it... @Shikaru@Eklispe@JELDare@Vec@The ghost in black@Slendy@BranchOfSin@ScorpionLantern@Zetsuko@floodtalon</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy Meruin was for once, fully surprised by the spell Cruz unleashed. She shot a dirty glance at the blinding light, right before teleporting right next to Ryan. The light shined through them, however, the area nine square meters around Meruin was still damaged, and remained the same as before. "Oh . . . it was harmless," said Meruin, looking around her. It looked like all the spell did was fix things. Well, whatever. Cruz should have known better than to cast a spell like that without telling anyone. , @floodtalon</s> <\|message\|>Cornelia Gamma Deus nods as Marcus grabbed unto Cornelia. He began charging up his power for one last strike before it disappeared. Deus disappeared and reappeared on top of Cornelia, but Cornelia didn't sense him, since her World power had malfunctioned, she could only use it for a limited time. Deus grabbed Cornelia by the hair, and threw her up in the air. He took out Kusanagi and Impaled her through the Heart and then sliced her legs, making her unable to move for some time. Cornelia and Deus both began free falling from the sky, they were both knocked out. When they hit the ground, a loud thud could be heard. Cornelia Cornelia was taken by surprise as Marcus and Deus double teamed her. She sighed as she knew that she was defeated right then and there. She cursed that she held back and didn't use her final trump card named Complete Arsenal. As she free felll from the sky, she cursed at both Marcus and Deus.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan didn't even flinch as he saw what could have been the equivalent of a magical nuke heading straight towards him. Meruin flashed next to him and blocked it quite easily. "Nice reflexes." He commented quite casually. He watched Cornelia fall from the sky and smiled a little. "I do believe it's over." He got up and cleared his throat. "Let's be quite clear here! If anyone else feels like trying to kill, maim, or destroy anyone here, then step on up! Because I am getting quite sick of being surprised by people trying to kill other people!" He yelled as he cast a minor spell to make his voice louder.</s> <\|message\|>Marcus Gracy Marcus smiled happily as Deus lands the finishing blow on to Cornelia. He walked towards Deus's and Cornelia's unconscious bodies and picked up the both of them carrying them on his shoulders. He was to busy being happy about the ending of the hectic battle that he didn't notice the spontaneous beam of light that in golfed him. His surroundings were rebuilded and back to there perfect state. Marcus's eyes reverted back to their normal cyan color. The sky also seem to become clearer after Cornelia's defeat. He walks towards Ryan and Meruin still carrying Deus and his soon to be girl friend. "That was one hell of a fight!" He happily shouted getting closer to them. Hopefully that was the last fight of this choatic battle royal.</s> <\|message\|>Pamela Armellia Cruz Meister, Pamela Armellia, Lynda "Lyn" Hermit and Agni Blackheart & Cerberus Location: Rebuilt Town Center As the light faded away, the town was completely rebuilt. Back to the state it was before everything began. When they opened their eyes, it seemed like a miracle. "The town... it was rebuilt?", Lynda asked. "Look! O-Over there!!", Pamela said, pointing to Cruz and Agni. The technomage could barely get up. He was tired. His opponent just opened his eyes, only to see the blue sky. The hell wolf, with a single dash, reached his target. "My master!!". Cerberus said, upon reaching Agni. Pamela ran towards Cruz, holding her microphone tightly. She knew that Agni would do something. And right she were, since in the moment he got up, he alled a scythe and prepared to slash Cruz. However... "Ugh!!", he said. Agni was unable to slash, let alone move his arm. The massive power he used backfires every time it's over, leaving him weak. However, he tried to move more and more. "My master, you must stop! You are in no condition to continue with this!", Cerberus said. "Let go of me... let me kill him already!!", he shouted. "... Is this all some prejudice? What... did I ever do to you...?", Cruz asked, with a weak voice. Upon hearing that question, some tears fell from Agni's face. "You bastard... you even dare to ask, huh? You got balls to do that, after making me and sister suffer like you did, you murderer!!", Agni shouted again, louder than the last time. Cruz raised his head, looking directly at him. "M-Murderer... what are you talking... about? I would... never... kill... someone...", Cruz said, his voice getting weaker and weaker. "... Mark my words. I don't care what it takes, or who's getting in my way... but I'll have my revenge. I will take your life away...!! And you'll suffer so much, so much... jsut like I... did...", Agni swore. After than, not having any energy anymore, both fell down again. "My master! I... I must go for now! Please excuse me!!", Cerberus said, completely worried with his master's state. Using his own power, he took himself and Agni back to the academy. "Cruz!! Cruz!! Wake up!!", Pamela said, shaking him. He was still conscious, but with his eyes closed. "Sorry... but I can't... go on anymore. It's... thanks to me... that... we lost...", he spoke, almost whispering. Lyn apprached him and kneeled down. "You still care about winning? After all that happened, I just want to go back...", she said, laughing a bit. "I... see. In the... next time. we'll do it. I'm... su... re....", the last words he spoke fore getting unconscious. It was actually the first time he used Reality/RESET, so his own magical system wasn't ready for something like that. The two girls got up. Then, Pamela saw a thin thread on the ground and pulled it. It was Cruz's pendant. It was a blue cross, but its light was really dim. "It's really beautiful... I wonder if this was something that a friend gave to him.", she commented. "It's really different from anything I have seen. I don't know anything about this jewel.", she said. They kept looking at the pendant... rather, the mark wielded by the King of the Technomages.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan looked over at the scene going on between Pamela and Lyn. He walked over towards them and put on his most smug grin he could muster. "I don't suppose you two have an alternate form designed to try and kill me?" He asked sarcastically as he looked over Cruz. "He'll be fine. He overloaded his magical system. I amazed he didn't scar his soul, but either way he's fine. Now give up. I don't want to have to hurt you two, I'm about five minutes from passing out myself." He asked politely. This is probably the most polite he's been in the past 5 years.</s>	<\|message\|>Pamela Armellia Cruz Meister, Pamela Armellia and Lynda "Lyn" Hermit Both girls looked at Ryan and then at each other. "Well... I-I do give up. I'm more worried about Cruz than with some victory...", Pamela spoke while looking at the unconscious friend. Lyn sighed and gave her answer. "I don't think we have many choices, do we? I don't know about Arcadius over there, but I'm out... for now.", she said, disappointed. Then, a weak panel appeared right at them. The message converter from the symbols to letters. Hey... Um, you're probably asking how this appeared if I'm not awake, but... I just wanted to ask a favor. I don't know when I'll wake up, so I want you to question Agni. I want to know why he wants to kill me that much...</s>
<\|description\|>Pamela Armellia "I am the Diva of the Academy! Bow before my music, as I have a voice that even sirens have jealousy!" Age: 16 Gender: Female Abilities: Pamela's ability is the manipulation of the sound and noise. The main function of her ability is to change direction of magical projectiles, hers or from the enemy. Other than that, she can shoot musical notes while singing and each of those notes cause debuffs. * Red: attack down * Blue: defense down * Green: evasion down * Yellow: speed down * Orange: dexterity down * Purple: element proficiency down Her strongest attack, called Super Duper Symphony!, is a giant barrage of pink lasers followed bu an enormous rainbow beam shot by her. How you could work in a team: Support/Debuffer Personality: Pamela's attitude can be resumed into one word - snobbish. She truly believes that her voice is the best and that she is the best singer in existence. She loves to brag about her powers and hates people who disagree with her. Pamela also is an attention-lover. Main Theme: Brand New Diva Everyday!! Battle Theme: The Little Diva Dance 2nd Battle Theme: It's Miss Pamela! Super Duper Symphony! Theme: Active Angel II "You really don't know your place, huh? Oh well, I guess I'll beat you down for my fun." Name: Lynda "Lyn" Hermit Age: 19 Gender: Female Abilities: Lyn manipulates darkness, but it take form as slashes. With her despisal of projectiles, Lyn is very physical. She can call a black energy blade on her hand and use it as a weapon. How you could work in a team: Offense Personality: Lyn is the kind of person that despise the weak. She only respects the people who are formidably strong. Her level of ignorance can be rather high, especially when she is in a bad mood. Lyn loves to fight, so she never refuses one. History: Although it is too her surname, Lynda is actually a hermit that lived with a tribe, hidden from communication. Her tribe excelled at spirit control, but Lyn was against that, saying that it violated those who wanted to rest in peace. She eventually came to learn her powers through her lack of training with spiritism and with it, came her desire to meet strong people. By learning it, she was banished from her tribe, accused of being a "heretic". Without anywhere to go, she heard about the academy and headed there, hoping to meet strong people to fight. Main Theme: Rumble Temple Battle Theme: Rog limitation 2nd Battle Theme: Phantom VS Current "... I suppose I can battle with you. Just try your best to survive." Name: Agni Blackheart Age: 18 Gender: Male Abilities: Agni is a controller of dark fire, using both Fire and Dark elements at once. He possess a familiar called Cerberus, which aids him in battle when summoned. His strongest attack, called Extinction Syndrome, allows him to unleash chaos and destruction in the battlefield and makes him transform into a Devil Lord, which amplifies his stats at 150% percent. How you could work in a team: Doesn't work on teams. Personality: Agni is a rather cold and lone person. He prefers to act and live by himself than depending on others. He accepts help in occasions that he really needs. Otherwise, he resolves the situation by himself. Another notable thing is that Agni hates lies. People who lie a those which he'll truly hate. Other: He carries with him his special grimoire, called the Word of Hatred. Main Theme: The Piano for Agni Battle Theme: The Executioner 2nd Battle Theme: Condemnation Wings -Remix- Devil Lord Form: The Tyrant -Remix- "Experience is only collected through reality, so I would certainly enjoy a battle against you." Name: Cruz Meister Age: 19 Gender: Male Abilities: Cruz uses technomagic, which include the use of his intelligence and memories in the form of Data. His technomagic specializes in illusionism. Other than that, he can gather loose parts and equipment to create weapons, which is a basic ability for technomagicians. His strongest attack, How you could work in a team: Tactical. Personality: After living a while with others, Cruz grew to be a firm, responsible person. He is really intelligent and likes to extend his hand to offer help to others. Cruz is fast learner when it comes to people, so he knows on who he should trust and who doesn't deserve it. Other: By advancing his knowledge in technomagic, Cruz has as his main weapon a W.D.W (Wing Drive Weapon), which act as swords. History: Cruz is one of the survivors of the academy's explosion. He escaped thanks to his A.I (Artifical Intelligence) Lhermite, that sacrificed itself by using the last of his energy to teleport Cruz back to the Hidden Realm of the Technomagic. Instead of returning to the external world, he passed 4 years of his life trying to resurrect his home, by putting everything back to work thanks to the Data he acquired in his academic life. After hearing that the academy has been re-opened, Cruz decided to return, in hopes of improving himself so he can complete what he began. Main Theme: Night Walker Battle Theme: Clockwork Doll 2nd Battle Theme: Bullet Dance -Remix- Code Omnicalibur/JUDGE Theme: Sword of Doom -Remix-</s> <\|message\|>Elza Sol finished off the last of his pancakes and lounged around bored watching Dues and Slick with mild interest. So far the year hadn't been too exciting; he hadn't even gotten to participate in the team battle at the start of the year. At this point he was almost out of practice with how little actual combat he had done. --- Elza groaned and walked into the cafeteria dragging her feet like a zombie. She walked straight to the drink table and grabbed a cub of black coffee before sitting down and slowing sipping it down a languid expression on her face. Elza hated mornings.</s> <\|message\|>Deus Ira Deus ignored Ryan's remark and looked at Slick who had answered his question. "Alright, So I'm going to Implant some of my Aura into you and attempt to see what is wrong, you might feel a little excruciating pain." Deus looked at Slick, trying to find a small opening in his Aura, and when he found it he quickly began to insert his Aura into him. What this would do is that it would attempt to heal his Powers. Deus guessed that his powers had Imploded like that because of the opposing forces of the team battle, these powers were so strong, no wonder eyes couldn't keep up with them. "Ouch! There seems that something is wrong with your powers, Like a blockage or something of some kind. That's all I can tell you for now Slick, Sorry If I wasn't much help." Deus said as he sat back down sighing. He was tired, so it would be easy to do anything to him right now anyways.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan ignored both of them and looked at the ceiling. "All I'm saying is if I hear explosions I'm going to kick someone's ass." He went back to his book and eating.</s> <\|message\|>Pamela Armellia Cruz Meister, Pamela Armellia and Lynda "Lyn" Hermit Location: Cafeteria The trio entered the cafeteria. Pamela was hugging Cruz's arm tightly while walking with a big smile and don't even knowing the faces that both made. "Ugh... I've slept for a long time. I didn't thought that emergency codes were that exhausting...", he spoke. "I was like, really worried, you know! I mean, what if you didn't woke up?!", Pamela said. "... Let's just get our lunches. We're late, you know.", Lyn said, leaving to see what was today's food. Then, the two walked towards everyone and sat. "Hey... so, what did I lost?", he asked.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon "Nothing too special. Also Ms. Armellia, please let go of Mr Meister's arm, otherwise I will have to write both of you up for public displays of affection." Ryan looked up from his book at the both of them. "If you're going to have some fun, keep it in the bedroom." He grinned slightly with those words hoping to embarrass them. "Or don't. I would have to write you up for a boy being in girl dormitories or girl being in boy dormitories if you did that." He looked very thoughtful at that statement. "You know what. Just... make sure to be safe. Yeah, that's pretty all encompassing." He began to ramble to himself abound t various rules and regulations.</s> <\|message\|>Pamela Armellia Cruz Meister, Pamela Armellia and Lynda "Lyn" Hermit Location: Cafeteria "A-A-A-Ahh!! Y-Y-You perv!! J-Just because you're from the student council d-d-doesn't mean you have to say such... s-such indecent, perverted things!!", Pamela screamed getting red, like a tomato. "Dude, I understand about harassing someone, but that was way too much.", she said. "... Wait a minute. I didn't got it. What do you exactly mean by public affection? And what this about bedrooms?" The two girls couldn't do anything other than looking with faces of awe. And on a negative sense. "Don't tell me... a technomagician, supposed to know everything, is so clueless about love?", Lyn asked. "It's not like I don't understand what love is, I just... Wait, no, I really don't understand anything about love. I've read it about it, but...", he said. Lyn just slapped her own face in disappointment, but at the same time she laughed a little. After all, Ryan's trick to get both embarassed didn't work. Or rather, it worked halfway. Pamela sighed a little. He didn't got embarassed, but she knew she had to let go of his arm. And Cruz... let's just say he left to the food stand, wondering about what Ryan said, seeing himself as a completely clueless and innocent children. "After this, I don't think anything worse can happen.", she commented while sitting. "C-Could you please leave your abusiveness away whenever I'm walking with Cruz, please?", she said, on a serious tone. "Says the girl that is abusing of how clueless he is to walk around making it look that you two are dating... when you aren't. Would it hurt for you to stop those rumors? People keep asking me about them and it's giving me a headache.", Lyn commented. Pamela simply looked away angry.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan smiled. "In all seriousness though, how is Mr Meister? He's been in a coma since the battle which is quite worrying. There is a chance his muscles have atrophied. Actually it should be a certainty that has happened. Yet he's walking perfectly fine as of now." Ryan had a semi confused look on his face. "And do forgive me for the embarrassing comments. It's not very often I get to have fun like that."</s> <\|message\|>Pamela Armellia Cruz Meister, Pamela Armellia and Lynda "Lyn" Hermit Location: Cafeteria BGM: Sacred Moon "Well, to be honest... even though he is walking well, we aren't that so sure... He did a quick analysis on his body and magical state and everything seemed normal.", Pamela said, with a worried face. Lyn looked down. She hadn't start eating her pancakes. "That... magic he used to rebuild the town. Do any of you have any plausible idea of what that was? I mean, to make a destroyed town back to normal in just a second...", Lyn commented. Pamela started to think a little about it. Then, Cruz came to them and sat down. But after he put his plate on the table, his right arm flickered, like an image being shown on a TV that's almost breaking up. He felt a moderate pain. "Cruz, are you alright?!", Pamela was the first to ask. "D-Don't worry about it. It... was absolutely nothing.", he said, holding the arm. But the said arm flickered once more. "Alright, that's it. I'll take you to your room.", Lyn said, getting up. "I... I said it's fine! You don't have to worry about me!", he said. "No discussion. If whatever happening at your arm looks painful, what if it happens at your legs too?", she asked, still with a serious face. Cruz looked down to the ground and stood quiet. He was nervous to admit, but just because he woke up didn't mean he was ready.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan closed his book and stood up. "Mr Meister, I'm asking you, face to face, whether you are injured. If you do not comply in answering I will have to write you up for lying to a Council Member. The punishment for such an action is left up to the Council Member who is lied to, and I will not be kind in my punishment. Now speak." Ryan commanded in a very no nonsense tone. "Also, if you survive my punishment, I'm passing you off to Meruin for punishment." He added as an afterthought.</s>	<\|message\|>Pamela Armellia Cruz Meister, Pamela Armellia and Lynda "Lyn" Hermit Location: Cafeteria "... My magic system...", he mumbled. "Cruz...?", Pamela asked again. "I...I'll just confess. That code... Reality/RESET... it damaged my magic system.", he said. Lyn just let her fork fall down on the ground. "You're... saying that the magic you used was able to damage your entire system?!", she asked. "It's an emergencial code. Its meaning is to restore my homeland. It's only usable by the... by certain technomagicians. It restores everything that has been destroyed into its original state. However, that damages the user's entire magic system.", he explained. Both Lynda and Pamela just looked at him, shocked after hearing all of that. "My state of coma... was supposed to be longer. I would have to be sleeping for a week, for it to recover fully. However... since I broke the estimated time, and if I calculate it rightly, I only recovered 40% of my system. And even if it's big, it's not enough.", he kept explaining. "So in the end... you did a fake analysis and lied to us. Now it begs the question... why?", Lyn questioned. "... I... just never wanted anyone worried about me. I agreed with myself that, independent of my actions so far, I would let fate decide for how long my life should be. And I don't want anyone worrying about some so- ARGH!!", Cruz's arm flickered once more. "I... I-I think it's best if we returned you to your room and put you on your bed. Maybe a little more rest can make things better.", Pamela suggested. It was written on her face that she was seriously cncerned. But Cuz was reluctant to that idea. "Gghh... there's... no need to... I can't rest anymore... not with much things that I still have to do.", his face expressed pain, although he didn't wanted to rest again... because of his kingdom. "... Ryan, your orders.", Lyn asked to him. She directly knew that talking with Cru is a waste of time, deciding to go to an authority and leaving her way of doing things aside.</s>
<\|description\|>Pamela Armellia "I am the Diva of the Academy! Bow before my music, as I have a voice that even sirens have jealousy!" Age: 16 Gender: Female Abilities: Pamela's ability is the manipulation of the sound and noise. The main function of her ability is to change direction of magical projectiles, hers or from the enemy. Other than that, she can shoot musical notes while singing and each of those notes cause debuffs. * Red: attack down * Blue: defense down * Green: evasion down * Yellow: speed down * Orange: dexterity down * Purple: element proficiency down Her strongest attack, called Super Duper Symphony!, is a giant barrage of pink lasers followed bu an enormous rainbow beam shot by her. How you could work in a team: Support/Debuffer Personality: Pamela's attitude can be resumed into one word - snobbish. She truly believes that her voice is the best and that she is the best singer in existence. She loves to brag about her powers and hates people who disagree with her. Pamela also is an attention-lover. Main Theme: Brand New Diva Everyday!! Battle Theme: The Little Diva Dance 2nd Battle Theme: It's Miss Pamela! Super Duper Symphony! Theme: Active Angel II "You really don't know your place, huh? Oh well, I guess I'll beat you down for my fun." Name: Lynda "Lyn" Hermit Age: 19 Gender: Female Abilities: Lyn manipulates darkness, but it take form as slashes. With her despisal of projectiles, Lyn is very physical. She can call a black energy blade on her hand and use it as a weapon. How you could work in a team: Offense Personality: Lyn is the kind of person that despise the weak. She only respects the people who are formidably strong. Her level of ignorance can be rather high, especially when she is in a bad mood. Lyn loves to fight, so she never refuses one. History: Although it is too her surname, Lynda is actually a hermit that lived with a tribe, hidden from communication. Her tribe excelled at spirit control, but Lyn was against that, saying that it violated those who wanted to rest in peace. She eventually came to learn her powers through her lack of training with spiritism and with it, came her desire to meet strong people. By learning it, she was banished from her tribe, accused of being a "heretic". Without anywhere to go, she heard about the academy and headed there, hoping to meet strong people to fight. Main Theme: Rumble Temple Battle Theme: Rog limitation 2nd Battle Theme: Phantom VS Current "... I suppose I can battle with you. Just try your best to survive." Name: Agni Blackheart Age: 18 Gender: Male Abilities: Agni is a controller of dark fire, using both Fire and Dark elements at once. He possess a familiar called Cerberus, which aids him in battle when summoned. His strongest attack, called Extinction Syndrome, allows him to unleash chaos and destruction in the battlefield and makes him transform into a Devil Lord, which amplifies his stats at 150% percent. How you could work in a team: Doesn't work on teams. Personality: Agni is a rather cold and lone person. He prefers to act and live by himself than depending on others. He accepts help in occasions that he really needs. Otherwise, he resolves the situation by himself. Another notable thing is that Agni hates lies. People who lie a those which he'll truly hate. Other: He carries with him his special grimoire, called the Word of Hatred. Main Theme: The Piano for Agni Battle Theme: The Executioner 2nd Battle Theme: Condemnation Wings -Remix- Devil Lord Form: The Tyrant -Remix- "Experience is only collected through reality, so I would certainly enjoy a battle against you." Name: Cruz Meister Age: 19 Gender: Male Abilities: Cruz uses technomagic, which include the use of his intelligence and memories in the form of Data. His technomagic specializes in illusionism. Other than that, he can gather loose parts and equipment to create weapons, which is a basic ability for technomagicians. His strongest attack, How you could work in a team: Tactical. Personality: After living a while with others, Cruz grew to be a firm, responsible person. He is really intelligent and likes to extend his hand to offer help to others. Cruz is fast learner when it comes to people, so he knows on who he should trust and who doesn't deserve it. Other: By advancing his knowledge in technomagic, Cruz has as his main weapon a W.D.W (Wing Drive Weapon), which act as swords. History: Cruz is one of the survivors of the academy's explosion. He escaped thanks to his A.I (Artifical Intelligence) Lhermite, that sacrificed itself by using the last of his energy to teleport Cruz back to the Hidden Realm of the Technomagic. Instead of returning to the external world, he passed 4 years of his life trying to resurrect his home, by putting everything back to work thanks to the Data he acquired in his academic life. After hearing that the academy has been re-opened, Cruz decided to return, in hopes of improving himself so he can complete what he began. Main Theme: Night Walker Battle Theme: Clockwork Doll 2nd Battle Theme: Bullet Dance -Remix- Code Omnicalibur/JUDGE Theme: Sword of Doom -Remix-</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan sighed as all the damage was fixed around him. "Great. I'm the bad guy for doing my job." He walked out of the gym and looked at the sky. He thought about the Council. " I'm going to need to talk to the President. We need some serious restructuring." He teleported to the Council Meeting room and sat down. His chair would light up as he was accounted for and he began thinking.</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy The small mage turned her head, wondering who it was. Upon seeing Deus, Meruin frowned slightly. 'What did he need?' she thought. Upon hearing her request, Meruin tilted her head. It seemed like whatever he needed to say, it had to be in private. "Excuse me for a moment, Liz." "Very well," she said, standing up from her chair. "Lead the way, Deus."</s> <\|message\|>Deus Ira Deus nodded as he began to lead Meruin outside into the hallway. Once there, Deus leaned on a wall. "Beautiful Day isn't it?... Anyways I'll get straight to the point..Magic isn't my area of expertise, and so far I've only been able to learn about Alchemy, but wh . i begin to research other forms of Magic, I always reach a dead end. This is where you come in, Meruin, Would you please teach me magic?" Deus asked seriously. He knew that it was farfetched to ask Meruin such a question, the reason? He would probably get turned down. Deus began to gaze outside the window.</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy Meruin's eyes widened a bit as she listened to Deus's request. That was the only indication of surprise on her face, and she quickly adopted her stoic expression once more. What he was basically asking for was discipleship - Wait, no, that's not right. He's not asking anything as deep as that, she thought. After experiencing Deus's abilities and discovering his lineage, it was fair to say he had no small amount of talent, however, it was also true that he didn't seem to have much experience with controlling it. Meruin considered the possibilities of teaching him. On one hand, it would be an interesting experience, on the other, it could end up disastrous for both of them. Ultimately, it was not a question of how good a student Deus was, it was how good a teacher Meruin would be. There was a long silence as Meruin considered his question, looking at it from various angles and trying to predict the probability of a good outcome. In the end, she sighed. "I will have to consult my own master about this," she replied honestly. That was the conclusion she reached. She would ask Master Reina for her opinion. She may even ask Lady Chase. If their verdict was that she was qualified to teach someone else the ways of magic, then she would do so without hesitation. "I'm unsure of my own ability to pass on knowledge, Deus, so I'll need some time to consult my Master. If her opinion is favorable, then I will likely accept your request," said Meruin. "If it is not favorable, however, then perhaps I can still ask her for a solution for your problem."</s> <\|message\|>Deus Ira Deus sighed. There was always something, but decided not to get too involved with the reasons. He then turned to look at Meruin. "Not sure I quite understand what you're trying to say but...Hopefully you'll be able to train me, I need it to accomplish something. No, it has nothing to do with Cornelia." Deus stretched tiredly. He began to walk back inside the Room and looked back at Meruin. "As soon as you get a response, do tell me please." Deus disappeared from sight enetering the Cafeteria.</s> <\|message\|>Elizabeth Moon. Liz for short Liz looked a bit annoyed when Meruin walked off with no response to her earlier question but figured that was typical of the girl and took the chance to take the pills from before. Finishing her food and drink she had also bought to the table she looked when Meruin mentioned her masters, Liz still wanted to beat Chase for the humiliation in the last fight more then anything but she also wanted to consult Reina on something so either one the young mage encountered would do.</s> <\|message\|>Pamela Armellia Cruz Meister Location: Room 102 On his bed, looking at the empty roof, Cruz wondered many things about himself. Am I... strong to do anything? Maybe I'm pursuing a hopeless obejctive. After all, there's not one single time that I don't cause trouble to others..., he thought. He really wanted to be something, not just for him, but to everyone. Pamela Armellia and Agni Blackheart Location: Boys' Dormitory - Outside Room 102 She stood there, like some kind of guard that was protecting a VIP. She literally blocked the room with herself. "Well, so far, so good~! Nothing happened yet, so this is going to be-", she spoke, until a big number of boys ran towards her. "EEEEEEK!! H-Heeelp!!", she spoke, running away from the door. The legion of boys chased her. That was the opportunity he awaited so much. Agni, who had recently recovered from the battle, stood right there alone, looking at the door. "There's no one to stop me now. Cruz Meister, be ready to meet your doom.", he said, walking towards the door. Lynda "Lyn" Hermit Location: Corridor to the Student Council Room Lyn left her post so she could talk to Ryan. Her curiosity surrounded one certain thing: Cruz's pendant. Since the council member seemed to know about technomagicians, she thought of him as the only option. She held Pamela's cellphone, which she used to take a photo of the pendant, since she wasn't able to take it out of Cruz's neck. That pendant is something, I have an itch. And I'm going to discover about it., she said.</s> <\|message\|>Sol Sol sighed, his fun was ruined once again, oh well. He tapped his bracelet and the field retracted and vanished, taking all the damage with it. He turned to face Marcus sighing, it seemed his name was now pirate guy, whatever. "My fighting style? It's not so much of a style. Simply free form swordplay and magic where needed. If I had to call it something it would be an opportunist style, best in melees, as you saw I didn't spend much energy in that fight while you and Dues were pumping out magic, or in your case Ki, everywhere. I had prepared a spell and was going up the ante so to speak until it was so abruptly canceled. Anything more you wish to know?" Sol inquired. Fun but he would sit back down and see if Marcus had anything else to say, if not they perhaps he could wander around and find some other class that was exciting. @Slendy</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan sat there contemplating his problems when he heard someone outside the door. "Come in. Or don't. Whatever." He called to the person outside. He closed his eyes and began looking at people through his "magic cameras" he planted all over the school. It was really just enchanted ice, but it sounded cooler when he called them "magic cameras". He looked at Cruz's room and gasped. "Change of plans, I'm going out!" Ryan rushed out the door and pushed past Lyn. He stopped and looked at her. "I thought I told you and Ms. Armelia to watch Mr. Meister!" He looked absolutely furious as he glanced towards the door. He vaguely considered leaving her, but he was sure Cruz would be fine for an extra minute or so.</s>	<\|message\|>Pamela Armellia Lynda "Lyn" Hermit Location: Corridor to the Student Council Room "Dude, why are you getting so freaked out? The other one is there, so there's no prob-", she said. However, when she saw the cameras, Lyn too freaked a little. "Effing Pamela, I told her not to leave her post, damnit!!", she screamed, running back to the room. Cruz Meister and Agni Blackheart Location: Room 102 As Cruz looked to the roof once again, the door finally broke itself apart. In the space left by it, stood Agni, holding his flame scythe. "Y-You!!", he said, getting up. His leg flickered in the moment he stepped on the ground, making him fall. "There's no one in my way anymore. Today will be the day that I'll finally have my revenge. All those years that me and my sister passed suffering will not be in vain.", he said, ready to dash at him. "H-Hold on! At least, tell me what did I do! I don't get it! Why you want to kill me so much?", Cruz asked, still not able to get up. "Don't feign ignorance!! You know very well what you did to me, you murderer!!", Agni screamed. "Murderer?! I would never kill someone! That's something against my principles!", he tried to explain. "Shut up!! If it wasn't you... I... I would be with my mother!!", Agni said. Cruz, upon hearing those words, was able to reason with Agni's vengeful hatred towards him. Even so, he knew that he didn't kill anyone. "I... killed your mother? That's pretty much impossible! I don't remember even meeting her!", he spoke. "Oh yeah?! Then, why her last words were your surname?! Before she died, she said 'Meister'!! I remember it perfectly!!", he said, walking forward. "Even if I had met her, I would never kill her! If she was someone so nice to not have killed me when we met, I wouldn't backstab her like the actual person who killed her did!", he spoke. "You...!! YOU!!", Agni's scream mixed with his dashing. Since he was unable to move, Cruz was slashed by Agni. "Gggh..!!", he groaned in pain. "Still alive... then, one more and I'll end this!!", he said.</s>
<\|description\|>Pamela Armellia "I am the Diva of the Academy! Bow before my music, as I have a voice that even sirens have jealousy!" Age: 16 Gender: Female Abilities: Pamela's ability is the manipulation of the sound and noise. The main function of her ability is to change direction of magical projectiles, hers or from the enemy. Other than that, she can shoot musical notes while singing and each of those notes cause debuffs. * Red: attack down * Blue: defense down * Green: evasion down * Yellow: speed down * Orange: dexterity down * Purple: element proficiency down Her strongest attack, called Super Duper Symphony!, is a giant barrage of pink lasers followed bu an enormous rainbow beam shot by her. How you could work in a team: Support/Debuffer Personality: Pamela's attitude can be resumed into one word - snobbish. She truly believes that her voice is the best and that she is the best singer in existence. She loves to brag about her powers and hates people who disagree with her. Pamela also is an attention-lover. Main Theme: Brand New Diva Everyday!! Battle Theme: The Little Diva Dance 2nd Battle Theme: It's Miss Pamela! Super Duper Symphony! Theme: Active Angel II "You really don't know your place, huh? Oh well, I guess I'll beat you down for my fun." Name: Lynda "Lyn" Hermit Age: 19 Gender: Female Abilities: Lyn manipulates darkness, but it take form as slashes. With her despisal of projectiles, Lyn is very physical. She can call a black energy blade on her hand and use it as a weapon. How you could work in a team: Offense Personality: Lyn is the kind of person that despise the weak. She only respects the people who are formidably strong. Her level of ignorance can be rather high, especially when she is in a bad mood. Lyn loves to fight, so she never refuses one. History: Although it is too her surname, Lynda is actually a hermit that lived with a tribe, hidden from communication. Her tribe excelled at spirit control, but Lyn was against that, saying that it violated those who wanted to rest in peace. She eventually came to learn her powers through her lack of training with spiritism and with it, came her desire to meet strong people. By learning it, she was banished from her tribe, accused of being a "heretic". Without anywhere to go, she heard about the academy and headed there, hoping to meet strong people to fight. Main Theme: Rumble Temple Battle Theme: Rog limitation 2nd Battle Theme: Phantom VS Current "... I suppose I can battle with you. Just try your best to survive." Name: Agni Blackheart Age: 18 Gender: Male Abilities: Agni is a controller of dark fire, using both Fire and Dark elements at once. He possess a familiar called Cerberus, which aids him in battle when summoned. His strongest attack, called Extinction Syndrome, allows him to unleash chaos and destruction in the battlefield and makes him transform into a Devil Lord, which amplifies his stats at 150% percent. How you could work in a team: Doesn't work on teams. Personality: Agni is a rather cold and lone person. He prefers to act and live by himself than depending on others. He accepts help in occasions that he really needs. Otherwise, he resolves the situation by himself. Another notable thing is that Agni hates lies. People who lie a those which he'll truly hate. Other: He carries with him his special grimoire, called the Word of Hatred. Main Theme: The Piano for Agni Battle Theme: The Executioner 2nd Battle Theme: Condemnation Wings -Remix- Devil Lord Form: The Tyrant -Remix- "Experience is only collected through reality, so I would certainly enjoy a battle against you." Name: Cruz Meister Age: 19 Gender: Male Abilities: Cruz uses technomagic, which include the use of his intelligence and memories in the form of Data. His technomagic specializes in illusionism. Other than that, he can gather loose parts and equipment to create weapons, which is a basic ability for technomagicians. His strongest attack, How you could work in a team: Tactical. Personality: After living a while with others, Cruz grew to be a firm, responsible person. He is really intelligent and likes to extend his hand to offer help to others. Cruz is fast learner when it comes to people, so he knows on who he should trust and who doesn't deserve it. Other: By advancing his knowledge in technomagic, Cruz has as his main weapon a W.D.W (Wing Drive Weapon), which act as swords. History: Cruz is one of the survivors of the academy's explosion. He escaped thanks to his A.I (Artifical Intelligence) Lhermite, that sacrificed itself by using the last of his energy to teleport Cruz back to the Hidden Realm of the Technomagic. Instead of returning to the external world, he passed 4 years of his life trying to resurrect his home, by putting everything back to work thanks to the Data he acquired in his academic life. After hearing that the academy has been re-opened, Cruz decided to return, in hopes of improving himself so he can complete what he began. Main Theme: Night Walker Battle Theme: Clockwork Doll 2nd Battle Theme: Bullet Dance -Remix- Code Omnicalibur/JUDGE Theme: Sword of Doom -Remix-</s> <\|message\|>Pamela Armellia Lynda "Lyn" Hermit Location: Corridor to the Student Council Room "Dude, why are you getting so freaked out? The other one is there, so there's no prob-", she said. However, when she saw the cameras, Lyn too freaked a little. "Effing Pamela, I told her not to leave her post, damnit!!", she screamed, running back to the room. Cruz Meister and Agni Blackheart Location: Room 102 As Cruz looked to the roof once again, the door finally broke itself apart. In the space left by it, stood Agni, holding his flame scythe. "Y-You!!", he said, getting up. His leg flickered in the moment he stepped on the ground, making him fall. "There's no one in my way anymore. Today will be the day that I'll finally have my revenge. All those years that me and my sister passed suffering will not be in vain.", he said, ready to dash at him. "H-Hold on! At least, tell me what did I do! I don't get it! Why you want to kill me so much?", Cruz asked, still not able to get up. "Don't feign ignorance!! You know very well what you did to me, you murderer!!", Agni screamed. "Murderer?! I would never kill someone! That's something against my principles!", he tried to explain. "Shut up!! If it wasn't you... I... I would be with my mother!!", Agni said. Cruz, upon hearing those words, was able to reason with Agni's vengeful hatred towards him. Even so, he knew that he didn't kill anyone. "I... killed your mother? That's pretty much impossible! I don't remember even meeting her!", he spoke. "Oh yeah?! Then, why her last words were your surname?! Before she died, she said 'Meister'!! I remember it perfectly!!", he said, walking forward. "Even if I had met her, I would never kill her! If she was someone so nice to not have killed me when we met, I wouldn't backstab her like the actual person who killed her did!", he spoke. "You...!! YOU!!", Agni's scream mixed with his dashing. Since he was unable to move, Cruz was slashed by Agni. "Gggh..!!", he groaned in pain. "Still alive... then, one more and I'll end this!!", he said.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan burst through the floor as he pulled out his sword. He landed in between Agni and Cruz and grimaced. "I'll repair that later." He took a hand off the sword and pulled out a small pistol from his pocket. No one ever expected him to use non magical weaponry. He began firing and walked forward slowly to try and push Agni out of the room. " You are not going to kill Mr Meister! Boo freaking hoo, you're mother died! Mine did too, grow up and deal with it!" He stopped firing and looked at Cruz. "I do believe your girlfriend will be coming to save you soon. Try not to slow her down." He looked back at Agni. "I heard the whole scenario. Have you stopped to consider that some other Meister somewhere in the world, killed her? Or maybe that when she said Meister, she wasn't talking about her killer?" He threw his gun to the side and he began glowing. "Either way, I don't care. Just walk away."</s> <\|message\|>Marcus Gracy Marcus listened as Sol explained how he uses his swords and applies magical abilities to spots that needed said magic. "Your pretty strong" He said after Sol had finished talking. Marcus' class was sort of an advisory class so it ended not to long after him and Sol's conversation. "So, why doesn't a powerful person like yourself have a rank in the council?" Marcus asked probably mowing the answer. The council has be shady the pass months and Ryan has been more of a disciplinary type of member. The council should disbanned or have a serious meeting about this but that'll be tough. For now Marcus is just gonna stay in the council and see how things play out for the group.</s> <\|message\|>Elizabeth Moon. Liz for short "Some people are not interested in being on the council." Liz responded to Marcus's question out of nowhere as she had finished her food and left the cafeteria to find out where the others were and had found Sol and Marcus so decided to chat with them "By the looks of you two I just missed a chance to spectate a fight, did you win?" She asked either of the boys in front of her.</s> <\|message\|>Sol Sol thought about it briefly. "Never felt the need I suppose. Not that advancing in rank couldn't be fun. If the opportunity comes up I certainly won't pass it by. It has been a bit droll lately." He turned to face Liz. "Indeed, more of a brawl but we were stopped just short of the fun starting by some council member, Ryan, I think, real pity that. Oh well suppose I have to find something else to do." He smiled mischievously, "Or perhaps make something to do." Sol said thoughtfully.</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy Meruin sat in front of a marble table just outside the cafeteria and close to where she and Deus had their conversation. A magic circle was drawn all over the entirety of the table, and glowing slightly. Meruin was opening up a channel over a ley-line to contact Master Reina and Lady Chase. She smiled inwardly. It had been far too long since she had last talked to them. In but a moment, the magic circle on the table flared to life, and two hazy screens floated in the air to Meruin's left and right. "Aah, Meruin, my dear apprentice, it's been awhile since you've contacted me. Is everything going well?" "Gyahaha~! Meruin, so nice of you to call me! Though I see you've also chosen to give Reina a little ring~ So, what is it you need, Little One~?" The new voices came from Meruins right and left respectively. Accompanying them was the live images of two people - a tall, silver haired woman, wore wore simple white long robes, whose hair reached past her heels and flowed across the floor; the other woman was comparatively short in height, and decked almost completely in golden articles of clothing, from the golden ribbons the tied the sides of her shoulder-length hair together in a braid, to the golden silk skirt adorned with designs that seemed to change with every angle. Despite the physical differences between the two, however, what was common between them was the unmistakable and oppressive aura of power that the two of them possessed. Although the people staring at Meruin through the screen were mere projections of women who were so far away, they weren't even in her dimension, the power of their aura reached across space time and flooded through Meruin's spell. Alone, this aura was already terrible to even the most veteran of mages, but together, it was downright suffocating. Meruin, however, was long prepared for this, thus the barriers around her kept her from collapsing like she did so many years ago. The same could not be said for the people around her. Students of all ages and abilities in an area of ten meters suddenly started dropping like flies, caught by surprise by the sudden air of oppressive power. Some were gasping for air, while others had simply passed out from exhaustion. Meruin furrowed her eyebrows. Unless asked, her Master and her masters rival were loathe to keep their aura's under control, and Meruin couldn't project a barrier big enough or strong enough to protect everyone around her. Such thoughts escaped her mind for the time being as she faced the two most important people in her life with a smile. "Greetings, Master Reina, Lady Chase; it has indeed been far too long," she said, bowing at the waist slightly. "I'm in good health, and things are going smoothly for me, however I'm in need of advice over a recent affair . . ."</s> <\|message\|>Sol Sol flinched as he felt a massive surge in power. One that was very famaliar, well two to be precise. "A moment please." he said excusing himself from the conversation and striding purposfully towards the source. Not hard to find at all since it was pratically suffocating from several rooms away. He had devolped a trick for this, although it had many more pratical applications then this. Sol warped the air around him forcing it to remain frozen in time. Thus when he walked into the room with Meruin and her master's the air around him was simply unaffected by thier aruas. Yet. "Pardon me" he said upon entering the room and quickly replicated the magic he had around himself and set it around the portals leaking the oppresive arua freeing the nearby students. "You should really be more careful about that Meruin, you could cause some serious damage if someone isn't expecting it. Hope you didn't mind me evasdropping until your finished?" Sol inquired. Of course the only reason his magic worked was because he wasn't contesting the master's power, he was simply delaying its effect. He was also curious to see just what Meruin had thought so important as to call Chase and Reina for.</s> <\|message\|>Slick Sloth Zairos III Slick began to dig a small hole with his shovel. He then proceeded to dig under the dorm.</s>	<\|message\|>Pamela Armellia Cruz Meister, Agni Blackheart and Lynda "Lyn" Hermit Location: Room 102 "Why?! How can you be so blind?! Will you really defend him?!", Agni questioned. Ryan..., Cruz just thought about what Ryan had said back in the disasterous battle. Agni clenched his free fist and and grasped his scythe tightly. "If that's how it's going to be, I'll-", he said. But before he could even move, Agni felt a sharp pain that made him fall. It was a dark magic powered chop that Lyn used on his neck, hitting a nerve. "I hate when guys don't get the message.", she plainly spoke. After that, she helped Cruz to get up and put him on his bed. "Well, at the very least, you're alive. How's the pain going?", she asked. "I'm fine... you don't have to worry that much about me.", he said, looking down.</s>
<\|description\|>Pamela Armellia "I am the Diva of the Academy! Bow before my music, as I have a voice that even sirens have jealousy!" Age: 16 Gender: Female Abilities: Pamela's ability is the manipulation of the sound and noise. The main function of her ability is to change direction of magical projectiles, hers or from the enemy. Other than that, she can shoot musical notes while singing and each of those notes cause debuffs. * Red: attack down * Blue: defense down * Green: evasion down * Yellow: speed down * Orange: dexterity down * Purple: element proficiency down Her strongest attack, called Super Duper Symphony!, is a giant barrage of pink lasers followed bu an enormous rainbow beam shot by her. How you could work in a team: Support/Debuffer Personality: Pamela's attitude can be resumed into one word - snobbish. She truly believes that her voice is the best and that she is the best singer in existence. She loves to brag about her powers and hates people who disagree with her. Pamela also is an attention-lover. Main Theme: Brand New Diva Everyday!! Battle Theme: The Little Diva Dance 2nd Battle Theme: It's Miss Pamela! Super Duper Symphony! Theme: Active Angel II "You really don't know your place, huh? Oh well, I guess I'll beat you down for my fun." Name: Lynda "Lyn" Hermit Age: 19 Gender: Female Abilities: Lyn manipulates darkness, but it take form as slashes. With her despisal of projectiles, Lyn is very physical. She can call a black energy blade on her hand and use it as a weapon. How you could work in a team: Offense Personality: Lyn is the kind of person that despise the weak. She only respects the people who are formidably strong. Her level of ignorance can be rather high, especially when she is in a bad mood. Lyn loves to fight, so she never refuses one. History: Although it is too her surname, Lynda is actually a hermit that lived with a tribe, hidden from communication. Her tribe excelled at spirit control, but Lyn was against that, saying that it violated those who wanted to rest in peace. She eventually came to learn her powers through her lack of training with spiritism and with it, came her desire to meet strong people. By learning it, she was banished from her tribe, accused of being a "heretic". Without anywhere to go, she heard about the academy and headed there, hoping to meet strong people to fight. Main Theme: Rumble Temple Battle Theme: Rog limitation 2nd Battle Theme: Phantom VS Current "... I suppose I can battle with you. Just try your best to survive." Name: Agni Blackheart Age: 18 Gender: Male Abilities: Agni is a controller of dark fire, using both Fire and Dark elements at once. He possess a familiar called Cerberus, which aids him in battle when summoned. His strongest attack, called Extinction Syndrome, allows him to unleash chaos and destruction in the battlefield and makes him transform into a Devil Lord, which amplifies his stats at 150% percent. How you could work in a team: Doesn't work on teams. Personality: Agni is a rather cold and lone person. He prefers to act and live by himself than depending on others. He accepts help in occasions that he really needs. Otherwise, he resolves the situation by himself. Another notable thing is that Agni hates lies. People who lie a those which he'll truly hate. Other: He carries with him his special grimoire, called the Word of Hatred. Main Theme: The Piano for Agni Battle Theme: The Executioner 2nd Battle Theme: Condemnation Wings -Remix- Devil Lord Form: The Tyrant -Remix- "Experience is only collected through reality, so I would certainly enjoy a battle against you." Name: Cruz Meister Age: 19 Gender: Male Abilities: Cruz uses technomagic, which include the use of his intelligence and memories in the form of Data. His technomagic specializes in illusionism. Other than that, he can gather loose parts and equipment to create weapons, which is a basic ability for technomagicians. His strongest attack, How you could work in a team: Tactical. Personality: After living a while with others, Cruz grew to be a firm, responsible person. He is really intelligent and likes to extend his hand to offer help to others. Cruz is fast learner when it comes to people, so he knows on who he should trust and who doesn't deserve it. Other: By advancing his knowledge in technomagic, Cruz has as his main weapon a W.D.W (Wing Drive Weapon), which act as swords. History: Cruz is one of the survivors of the academy's explosion. He escaped thanks to his A.I (Artifical Intelligence) Lhermite, that sacrificed itself by using the last of his energy to teleport Cruz back to the Hidden Realm of the Technomagic. Instead of returning to the external world, he passed 4 years of his life trying to resurrect his home, by putting everything back to work thanks to the Data he acquired in his academic life. After hearing that the academy has been re-opened, Cruz decided to return, in hopes of improving himself so he can complete what he began. Main Theme: Night Walker Battle Theme: Clockwork Doll 2nd Battle Theme: Bullet Dance -Remix- Code Omnicalibur/JUDGE Theme: Sword of Doom -Remix-</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon @TheHangedMan 'Oh yeah.' Ryan thought to himself. Ryan then shrugged as he kept the light in Chase's eyes. "You know what? I don't care anymore." He suddenly pulled a gun out of his pocket and aimed at Chase. "Might as well try." He then just fired the entire clip and threw the pistol at her. "I know it won't work, but I'm getting bored of being outclassed, I'm bored of being outpowered, I'm bored of being lectured. I'm just bored of this battle really. Meruin, do what you need to do. I'm going to defend you until you set up your spell." He then set up his Shield Of Light and glared at Chase.</s> <\|message\|>Jason void To Jeldare: After Jason Void find tje acadamy where he knew he could be tested to his limit. Now he has to find a brown haired boy who ,last time he checked,was the strongest. Jason does not have a death wish and yet allying with him to first learn his tactics and powers is Jason's best bet. Jason found him standing next to a hole which was strange. Jason decide to go and introduce himself. So he stride up to him and thrust his arm out and said " Jason Void. You?"</s> <\|message\|>Slick Sloth Zairos III wiped his hand on his cloak and grabbed Jason's. "Slick Sloth Zairos the third. Just call me Slick." He let go of Jason. "So what brings you up to our school; newbie, delivering something, island scouting?" Slick began to fill in the hole.</s> <\|message\|>Jason void " A chance to improve my magic skills." Said Jason. " I am a decent swordsman but my magic skills are somewhat equal to a novice." Jason looks at his hands and thinks for a short time. After lowering his hand, Jason asks "If you have some free time ,can you show me around?"</s> <\|message\|>Slick Sloth Zairos III "Yeah sure. There's some commotion going on with the rest of the main students." Slick said looking up and down Jason.</s> <\|message\|>Jason void Jason replied " Best avoid it for now." Jason notices Slick is eyeing him. This puts Jason on edge abit. Every time someone eyes him like that, usually things do not end well. Regardless, Jason prepares himself. " As we walk, maybe we could ask each other questions." Jason said trying to not sound hesitant. He also is wary letting to many people too close however Jason knows allies can make all the difference.</s> <\|message\|>Slick Sloth Zairos III "Well it's getting dark, the dorm room the building behind me. Meet me tomorrow if you want to be shown round. I have time before lessons."</s> <\|message\|>Jason void nods his head. Jason gives a gesture to say bye and heads to the dorms. Once inside, not remembering if he was given bed, Jason decided to found the darkest corner and took a seat cross-legged on the floor. Then he went into deep state of mediation and almost perfectly blended into the shadows. Jason cannot remember last when he slept in a proper bed because he instinctively always presumes his seated position and wakes fully as if he slept in a bed.</s>	<\|message\|>Pamela Armellia Cruz Meister and Agni Blackheart & Cerberus Location: Boys' Dormitory Rooftop A great amount of time has passed since the time they fought. Lynda had reforced her security, while Pamela was throughly dismissed since she left Cruz alone. Agni waited for Cerberus to come while he thought about his conversation with Lyn. "Ugh, what happened? I remember being at his room and..." "I brought you back to your room." "You're...!!" Lynda walked towards the door. Then, she turned back to Agni, who was laying on his bed. "Hey, answer me something." "..." "About your hatred... what makes you 100% certain that it was Cruz that killed your mom? Just because she said his surname?" "... Why do you even care? It's my problem, so stay out of it." "I'm just saying. After all, you didn't even heard from him yet." "Why should I even listen? All that he speaks are lies!" "Any proof that he's really lying?" "Tch..." "Baseless hatred is equal to nothing. If you want to confirm, why don't you confront him? Without violence." "..." "Most of the people that know him are 100% sure that he would never do something like that. They even said that he didn't even fought them before since he was scared of people most of the time." "... So, in synthesis, I should simply talk. Is that what you're saying for me to do?" "... Do your own conclusions after what we spoke now. I'm leaving, 'cuz I got more things to do." Then, the door to the rooftop opened. And from it, Cruz came with the help of Cerberus. "...", he stood silent as he looked. "As you asked... I came...", he said, breathing hard. Agni sat on one stone bench, while Cerberus put Cruz in the other and returned to his master's side. "My mother died by an attack of a magician. When I found her on the forest near the city we lived, she was at the last of her strength. The last thing she said... was Meister... which relates to you and to your race., he said, while looking down. "I still hold firm to my belief that it was you who killed my mother back in the past. But since everyone believes you that much, I decided to hear your part of this story. Upon hearing it, I will make my own conclusion of what you truly are. Innocent or guilty.", he said. Cruz looked down at a moment. "Your mother. Her name was Rosangela Blackheart, right?", he asked. Agni, surprised that he remembered, nodded. "I remember her. Now I do. After all, she saved me in the past.", he said. "I was in a forest, collecting some stuff that the more experts of my people asked me. Then, a group of magicians saw me and chased me through the forest. I ran for a while, but I eventually tripped and fell. I would have been able to run, but I twisted my ankle.", he kept telling his story to Agni. "And then your mother appeared. I remember her wearing a black ad white dress while holding her umbrella and wearing a deviant smile. She just swinged it once and then a big flood drove the other magicians away. After that, she came to me and helped me getting up. I told her I was a technomagician and pleaded for her to spare my life. She just smiled and said that she wouldn't kill me... yet", he spoke. "So... my mother... she saved you...", Agni spoke. "When she saved me, I remembered that she spoke about you and your little sister. She said that she would like that I met both of you, but I had to decline, since I was on a hurry. Then, she said something like this: 'When my boy grows up, I'll tell him to meet you. You won't escape the fate of being his friend. Think about as a way of repaying for my work.' And then she left.", he finished. Agni looked even more down to the ground. "So... when my mother said about you... she meant... for me to meet you?", he said, with his voice shaking. "I'm really sorry that she was killed. It's true, I really am.", Cruz said, worried. "Does... that mean... I was wrong? Killing you... is not what I should have done? And that... you didn't killed my mother?!", he spoke loudly. "I would never kill your mother, of that I'm sure. She was so kind to me.", he said. "Cruz... I... I'm sorry... I never meant to...", he said, while tears slightly fell from his eyes. Agni felt the guiltness hitting him pretty badly. He wasn't sure of anything anymore. "A-Agni, you don't have to say you're sorry. Come on, I'm not mad at you.", Cruz said. "B-But... but... I almost killed you. How can you not be mad at me?", he asked. "You had a reason to suspect me. I was the one who should have spoken with you before any of this could happen. So part of our misunderstandings are my fault too.", he said. "You... what everyone said was right... It's impossible for someone like you to kill someone. But... you must hate me, don't you...?", Agni asked once again. "No, I don't.", Cruz answered. Agni got up after hearing that. "What? You don't hate me?", he questioned. Cruz got up a little slower than Agni did and walked towards him. "What would we win if I started hating you all of a sudden? Just more fights. And being honest with you, I'm kinda tired of fighting because of hatred and revenge.", Cruz spoke. "Besides, not just because I own my part of the deal with your mother, but I want to know more about you. You know, you're so closed and quiet and all the depressing stuff that I want to know the Agni you're currently hiding.", he said and smiled a little. Agni dried up the tears that were still falling. "Do you really... want to be my friend?", Agni asked. "Of course. I mean, for me, the more friends I have, the merrier.", Cruz said. After that, Agni looked at the sky. Mom... is this what you wanted for me to do?... No, I'm definitely sure that you wanted this., he said, finally letting up a smile. "My master...?", Cerberus finally spoke. Agni shaked his head and spoke, more light-heartened than ever before. "Let's take Cruz back to his room. If we don't, that girl is surely going to beat us up.", he spoke, in a tone different than his usual. "Wow, you're sounding different than before... cough", Cruz spoke, while shaking a little. "S-Sir Cruz, are you alright?", Cerberus asked. "Y-Yeah... I think...", he said. "Then let's go.", Agni said, walking towards the door. As Cerberus helped Cruz once again, Agni looked at the sky once more. Mother... if you're watching me, I'll be a better person this time., he thought and left.</s>
<\|description\|>Eris Phyre Lyndwyrm Photo: Age: 15 Gender: female Abilities: edit: mastery of all fighting styles and has even implemented it into her mystic martial arts this includes body fortification. light/dark constructs she has the ability to manipulate her magic into physical manifications of light and dark that she can wield or remotely control (eg. Making a wall of solid wall of light or darkness) but she only has a limited number of manifestations that she can have out at one time, at most she can have over 32 if she concentrates completely on them, only 12 if she wants to fight without having to focus. If she forms her magic into blades they can completely ignore most defence and armors if 3 or more of them group together, the number of shadows she has at her feet displays the amount of constructs she has deployed at the time, this doesn't mean though that all constructs have to be visable as she can hide them in surfaces like traps. How you could work in a team: She is able to spot an enemy's weak points and relay them to the rest of the team as well as be a Frontline attacker. Personality : Eris is a girl who likes to stay out of danger using her learned skills to avoid conflict... most of the time. Likes talking to people but will give them space if needed and loves to practice her fighting skills on the courts. Hates spiders and at times all other bugs except scorpions since it is her favorite constellations. She is pretty smart though not an award winning stratagist. Can be a bit of a b!#ch in the morning but is fairly nice at other times Other: Name: Rayhan it can destroy magic runes/barriers even destroying magical sequences all together at the cost of her magics versatility, as it Converts her constructs into long range beams of light or darkness that emit from the blade. The sword Reacts violently to dragon parts emitting a sound that almost sounds like a dragons roar then starts to head up to temperature that would scorch your hands badly. Named: Benhemute She likes to use this single handed demon sword only when in serious danger as it exchanges most of her magical power for insane raw Strength and turns her blood black allowing it to harden causing cuts to barley faze her. It throws her into a Deep pit of madness that makes her not fear pain and pass out after she releases control of the sword. The power from this sword when its inactive manifest itself in the form of pitch black dragon scales running up her right arm and up to her eye if she doesn't keep it in check by suppressing the power even more which takes concentration. When she uses this sword to fight it forces her to adapt her fighting style to one where it takes advantage of the insanity, her fighting style looks loose and spastic but is actually resembles the Zui Quan (Drunken Master) style making her unpredictable. The sword increases her strength 10000 fold. since both of these swords are bound to her it would be almost impossible to pick one up without her consent it would either faze through your hands or be too heavy to pick up.</s> <\|message\|>Eris Phyre Lyndwyrm "So let me get this straight, Your challenging Me now correct?" she asked with a quizzical tone in her voice then continued "well then may i ask who my challenger is?" and stood up stretching having to look up at him "maybe I'll accept if I know at least that"</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy Meruin paused and stared at herself. Very characteristically, she was rather nonchalant about the whole affair. She caught Ryan's jacket and shook her head, handing the jacket back. "There's no need Tyl- er, I mean, Ryan. I actually have a spell that can bend the space between my body and clothes, but . . ." Meruin trailed off, an idea occurring to her. "I have an obligation to show you, Sol and the others a little of what I've developed in these recent years." It was a strange logic; that friends should know the secrets of other friends, but not too much of them, just enough to be friends. It was a logic that suited Meruin quite well. She muttered a few words under her breath, and a dazzling flare of seven lights covered her body. In the few seconds that it stayed, those with keen eyes could see thousands of tiny circles intersecting with each other like incandescent chainmail, then a brighter light layered over all of them and finally it settled down. Meruin was no longer nearly naked - rather, almost her whole body was covered in a silvery robe. It was fairly simple: long sleeves and golden bands around her waist and middle-fingers, but it exuded and aura of invincibility that was so potent, it seemed physical. Meruin took a deep breath. Summoning the thing had taken a lot of concentration. "Here; one of my improved spells - it's name is Perpetual Fortress. It's a series of exactly 5,123 barriers interlocked together, each with different and varying effects that compliment and support the whole, then layered with a three more non-chained barriers for added defense." She took one look at her sleeves, scowled, then stared at Ryan. "It's only weakness is that it's too powerful, and by summoning it, I'm basically sacrificing all offense for defense. I have never actually needed to use it before." "It doesn't mean much, but at the very least, I want you to see that I haven't been idle while you haven't seen me," she said with a small smile.</s> <\|message\|>Elizabeth Moon. Liz for short Liz followed Sol to the cafeteria smiling and waving to Meruin as she arrived seeing old habit never died old with her as she remembered the first time she met the girl Liz had to offer her jacket just like Ryan did who seemed to offer Tarot cards to everyone except her but she bit her tongue about it due partly to the fact she was already eating a slice of toast. Looking around for new people Liz spotted a table of new people made up of Marcus, Tony and Deus. Leaving her luggage with her past friends she walked over to them and took a seat by the 3 "Hey, nice to meet you! I am Liz." The girl smiled "Did I miss everyone's introductions yesterday?" Liz asked curious of what magic they possessed.</s> <\|message\|>Tony Hart Tony sighed, so much was already happening. He managed to see Ryan's Tarot Cards, and added a mental note to the thousands he had floating around in his head at the moment. He greeted Deus and Eris, and watched as Sol walked over to the table. He challenged Eris, Hart perked up and watched with interest. Lucy watched as his sister groggily came over to his table and sat next to him. He slid a cup of coffee too her, which she accepted greatfully. Even she, in her tired state, watched the challenge set by Sol against Eris. Would she accept? Tony smiled at Liz and said, "nice to meet ou. I'm Tony, and this is my sister Lucy," as he gestured to the blond haired girl next to him.</s> <\|message\|>Sol ghost in black Sol had been about to reply when a flare of light came from a barely clothed Meruin beside him. He turned to face the source to see Meruin basically wearing a contained rainbow, 5123 barriers.... and here Sol thought his own magic was progessing well. Getting through one of Meruin's barriers was hard, that many, well you might as well not even bother wasting your time, "Most impressive work Meruin, good to see you haven't been slacking off." Sol turned back to face Eris, "Aplogizes for my lack of manners, My name is Sol, a second year student. Keep in mind when you accept my challenge you are of course free to set the conditions for victory." he said making sure that he wasn't exploiting someone for thier lack of knowledge</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan looked at the robe and sighed. This was his one major problem in his quest to become president. He had to compete with Meruin, who was seemingly unbeatable. "Eris, you are being challenged by Sol. Now that he has challenged you, you may dictate when and where you are fighting. There is no declining the challenge." He explained quickly while putting on his jacket.</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy Meruin switched out of the robe by muttering a few words, and was back to wearing regular clothing. "Well, like I said, it's impressive, but impractical. I can't do anything but stand or run while wearing Perpetual Fortress." She looked at Eris and Sol with some interest. While it's true that Eris as a Student Council member couldn't back down from the challenge, her challenger was someone who definitely wouldn't be easy to beat. If he'd improved over the time she had not seen him, then she wasn't sure that Eris could win. Of course, it could just be a bit of bias for a friend, but still . . .</s> <\|message\|>Deus Ira Deus looked at Liz. "Nice to meet you Liz, My name is Deus Ira. And yeah you missed the introductions, I wasn't there for it either, so whatever." Deus said. He felt a little bit excited, he couldn't wait for the ranking battles. But he knew that he needed to train some more. He got up from the table. "Well guys sorry to cut this short, but I need to head back to my dorm. Got some training to do." Deus said as he left the cafeteria.</s> <\|message\|>Marcus Gracy "Tony , 3 (Meruin), stop bickering in front of the children." Marcus laughed standing up and throwing his plate away." Maybe you guys should go see a marriage councilor." He waved good bye." I'm gonna go two, have to be in my office at a certain time. I'll be in the back room so if any of you guys stop by just ring the bell and I'll come out, cya!" He shouted exiting the lunch room.</s> <\|message\|>Eris Phyre Lyndwyrm "Well Sol I have no choice but to accept the challenge but what would the conditions be?" She said half to herself as she began pacing then stopped in her tracks with a smile on her face and turned towards Sol. "How about a tennis match, one on one no outside assistance, an hour after we get our gauntlets on the tennis court we only use magic no rackets."</s> <\|message\|>Elizabeth Moon. Liz for short Liz looked at the Tony's little sister and smiled "Hi, nice to meet you. I have a little sister as well but shes a bit younger then you still." She spoke and finished eating her breakfast before watching Marcus walk off curious of him as he never introduced himself before "Well, It was nice meeting the 3 of you." Liz waved off to Tony, Deus and Lucy as she headed off to the office Marcus mentioned and knocked on the door "Hello~ Are you in there?" She asked and knocked again louder impatient for a response.</s> <\|message\|>Marcus Gracy "Yeah come in!" Marcus was on a computer behind his desk typing with a unsatisfied look on his face. Mumbles a few swears since he can't train until he's caught up on all his paper work."Bullshit." He repeated every time he clicked on the mouse scanning through pages filled with words that are probably important and should be reading.</s> <\|message\|>Elizabeth Moon. Liz for short Liz slowly opened the door and walked in shutting it behind "Hey, you were the guy at the cafeteria." She took a seat opposite him looking at the office space before focusing back in on Marcus "I am Liz nice to meet you." She spoke and got up from her chair and looked at the work he was doing "That looks dull? Is this is what is keeping you from training and fighting people?" Liz asked briefly scanning over the words "Want some help with it?"</s> <\|message\|>Marcus Gracy "Yeah i am the guy from the cafeteria who happens to be named Marcus , 8th on the student council and your councilor for the rest of your life at this academy." He finishes the page and grins evily standing over the computer. He punched a hole through the screen." No that's okay......I think it must've short wired or something." He lied forgetting that she was there when he punch the hole in the screen. "So what did you need help with?" He kicked his feet onto the desk. "Boy problems ,bullies ,drug abuse, alcohol abuse , thinking about suicide ,thinking about getting laid.......did I say boy problems?" He was pretty happy to have his first student to help on the first day of the job ,but you can tell he was anxious to train .</s> <\|message\|>Elizabeth Moon. Liz for short "Well, Nice to meet you." Liz gave a small freaked out chuckle when he punched the hole in the computer and just put it down to something completely different "OH a problem?" Liz asked coming back down from being taken back by his sudden punch "I have no real problem I just came to introduce myself and make sure you would not bored or lonely." The girl explained and pulled out two chocolate bars "Want one?" She asked already starting to eat the first one "Oh, if you want I can help you train as well." Liz spoke with a mouth half full but she was in too good a mood to care about good manners.</s> <\|message\|>Marcus Gracy Marcus grabbed the chocolate and nibbled into it. " Thanks he mumbled as he chewed more pieces of the candy bar. " I......guess you can help me." He walked over to a window and opened it. " I hope you're preparer because I'm gonna try to push my self to my limit in this battle since I have my gauntlet now." Luckily Marcus was apart of the school staff and the staff receives their gauntlets before the students. "Meet me on the track feild ." He said jumping out the window. He causally walked to the track field notice that the damage he , Deus and Tony cause to the feild the other day was gone. " Man, that clean up crew sure does work fast." Marcus stood in the middle of the track field waiting for Liz so he can activate his gauntlet.</s> <\|message\|>Sol ghost in black Sol tilted his head curiously, he had been hoping for something a little more combat oriented. Obviously his opponent had chosen such an event because she believed that she would hold the advantage. Unfortunately Sol was equally sure she was right, it would most certainly be an interesting match up. "Very well then, we shall meet in an hour on the tennis court." he said and moved towards the court and sat down by some nearby seats. An hour to prepare, just what he needed, if the challenge had been immediate he probably would've been crushed. But he had learned from Meruin, time to prepare was time to set up magic. He began concentrating on what he wanted to do to give himself the advantage, the most likely one to succeed would work without a doubt, however it would be very, rude to say the least. Sol stored that plan away in the back of his mind, if worst came to worst he would use it.</s>	<\|message\|>Eris Phyre Lyndwyrm "Great see you then" she said as she walked out the cafeteria and towards the Dorm to change into something more suitable for sports. When she came out she was wearing gym shorts and a short sleeve shirt, "well better go set up" Eris said before walking towards the tennis court and moving the automatic tennis ball launcher into place then started lightly tracing runes on the ground with the tip of her sword. To anyone watching it would look like she was dancing with her light blades with the way she spun and twisted and the way the ring of her shadows and her blades rotated and dipped. While she did this she hummed her favorite song moonlight symphony and the light blades shifted changing into giant great swords that obstructed outside view of her.</s>
<\|description\|>Eris Phyre Lyndwyrm Photo: Age: 15 Gender: female Abilities: edit: mastery of all fighting styles and has even implemented it into her mystic martial arts this includes body fortification. light/dark constructs she has the ability to manipulate her magic into physical manifications of light and dark that she can wield or remotely control (eg. Making a wall of solid wall of light or darkness) but she only has a limited number of manifestations that she can have out at one time, at most she can have over 32 if she concentrates completely on them, only 12 if she wants to fight without having to focus. If she forms her magic into blades they can completely ignore most defence and armors if 3 or more of them group together, the number of shadows she has at her feet displays the amount of constructs she has deployed at the time, this doesn't mean though that all constructs have to be visable as she can hide them in surfaces like traps. How you could work in a team: She is able to spot an enemy's weak points and relay them to the rest of the team as well as be a Frontline attacker. Personality : Eris is a girl who likes to stay out of danger using her learned skills to avoid conflict... most of the time. Likes talking to people but will give them space if needed and loves to practice her fighting skills on the courts. Hates spiders and at times all other bugs except scorpions since it is her favorite constellations. She is pretty smart though not an award winning stratagist. Can be a bit of a b!#ch in the morning but is fairly nice at other times Other: Name: Rayhan it can destroy magic runes/barriers even destroying magical sequences all together at the cost of her magics versatility, as it Converts her constructs into long range beams of light or darkness that emit from the blade. The sword Reacts violently to dragon parts emitting a sound that almost sounds like a dragons roar then starts to head up to temperature that would scorch your hands badly. Named: Benhemute She likes to use this single handed demon sword only when in serious danger as it exchanges most of her magical power for insane raw Strength and turns her blood black allowing it to harden causing cuts to barley faze her. It throws her into a Deep pit of madness that makes her not fear pain and pass out after she releases control of the sword. The power from this sword when its inactive manifest itself in the form of pitch black dragon scales running up her right arm and up to her eye if she doesn't keep it in check by suppressing the power even more which takes concentration. When she uses this sword to fight it forces her to adapt her fighting style to one where it takes advantage of the insanity, her fighting style looks loose and spastic but is actually resembles the Zui Quan (Drunken Master) style making her unpredictable. The sword increases her strength 10000 fold. since both of these swords are bound to her it would be almost impossible to pick one up without her consent it would either faze through your hands or be too heavy to pick up.</s> <\|message\|>Marcus Gracy Marcus stood to his feet slowly and slipped his hands into his pockets. He turned towards the school and walked deep in thought about his battle with Liz. He didn't care about how he looked like a giant mummy roaming and hunting the school. To him his appearance didn't matter. What really mattered was what the hell actually happened during his battle with Liz. He entered the classroom silently and retrieved his bracer from the teacher , applying it onto his right arm on top of the bandages. Although he didn't react to the tiny pain the bracer caused. Marcus noticed the others but was to caught up in his thoughts to acknowledge any of them. He grabbed a seat in the front row by the window and kicked his feet on top of the desk. Marcus stared out the window not noticing his bandages slowly stretch over the bracer.</s> <\|message\|>Alexander Faulkner The announcement woke Alex up from his daydreaming. About time... he thought while getting up from his seat, yawing. He made his way towards the classroom and watched as others in the line in front of him each took their braces. He saw Slick using some kind of flame power to change the color of his bracer, Huh...that's a pretty neat feature Once he received his bracer, Alex wore it on his left forearm and quickly felt it digging in on his skin, "so this is how the whole concept works huh?" Alex said to himself out-loud. He turned and walked towards one of the seats in the class and sat down. So...let's see if I can do the same as him... Alex thought and looked at his bracer for a moment. He closed his eyes and pictured his ability as an aura and focused it on his forearm. Suddenly the bracer turned white and mathematical symbols started appearing on it until everything was covered with said symbols. Alex opened his eyes and took a look at the changes, ...whatever he thought, pressed the button on his MP4 and continued listening to music. Although he didn't need to attend the rest of the lesson, Alex was too lazy to stand up from his seat again...</s> <\|message\|>Eris Phyre Lyndwyrm Eris rushed towards the ball but suddenly felt the effects of magic similar to time dilation, when she felt this she stopped and had her sword appear under the ball and launch it into the air above her before she jumped and slammed the ball over sol's head surrounding I'd with spinning light blades to cut through his wind.</s> <\|message\|>Elza ghost in black Sol grinned, as he thought his opponent had quickly reacted appropriately to the situation, but he wasn't done yet. Just before she launched the orb with those strange swords of hers Sol wrapped the Orb in devastatingly powerful wind currents and hurled it past Eris to the furthest corner of the court. The bubble of slowed time followed the ball catching Eris in it and hopefully stopping her from being able to react fast enough to stop his assault. --- Elza blinked rapidly and looked up startled her shadow already forming itself into a spear and nearly launching itself at Liz before Elza realized that she wasn't under attack and her shadow quickly returned to its original form. "Um sorry didn't see you there, My name is Elza. Everything has been pretty simple so far so my only question is, what kind of classes do we have here?" she said still somewhat surprised by the sudden conversation but her natural curiosity quickly taking over.</s> <\|message\|>Pamela Armellia Cruz Meister, Pamela Armellia and Lynda "Lyn" Hermit Location: Common Room Of course, that look wasn't pleasuring in the very least and it made Cruz think about what kind of tests and experiments she wanted to perform on him. But as he was going to ask, Pamela came forward to interrupt and do a scandal. In her mind, she needed one. "Whoa whoa whoa, hey hey hey, hold on! Performing tests on him? He's not your lab rat! And plus, I don't think that your intentions are good in a single bit!", she said, taking front. "Hey... Pamela? I don't think that you know, but she isn't the kind of person that likes to be disturbed...", he said. But she wasn't going to give attention to him. Not when she was doing something that the paparazzi would come and take photos to publish on the journals. After all, every worldwide diva makes a scandal here and there, so why she wouldn't make one? Lyn sighed. All that scene just proved that Pamela was an idiot and that the level of respect between them was going to be really small. Lynda isn't the kind of person that likes the weak. She just has a friendly acquaintance with Cruz because of who he is. She never saw his power directly, but she had expectations.. "I'm heading to the classroom. You coming, Cruz?", she said. "I guess I'm kinda in trouble here, so I'll go later...", he said. "Hey, no going in class until I take some answers out of this girl!", Pamela butted in. With a face of diappointment, Lyn left the common room towards the classroom, leaving Cruz and Pamela behind.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan recieved his bracer and didn't even flinch when the painful magic was inserted into him. The bracer turned somewhat crimson. His head snapped towards Meruin when he heard experiments. He glided over to Slick, Cruz, and Meruin and barely restrained a grin. "Did someone say, experi– I mean tests! Tests, not experiments. Experiment implies pain." He muttered to himself that last part.</s> <\|message\|>Deus Ira Deus watched as the Bracer was inserted into him. He didn't feel any pain, he began to laugh. He was already used to this kind of pain, but worst. He walked up to Agni seeing as how Cruz and He had arrived at the same time. 'Agni...He really interests me.' He looked at Agni for a long time before he began to speak. "Hello Agni we meet again at last. My name is Deus if you didn't hear me before, the one who had that little skirmish with you yesterday. So how are you doing?" Deus was extremely interested in him, not in the experimental way but the way that he would like to know about him.</s> <\|message\|>Pamela Armellia Agni Blackheart Location: Common Room As he was leaving the common room, a dialogue against his will started. While reading the Word of Hatred, Agni simply moved his eyes looked at the person who was talking to him. The question that Deus asked made Agni know that he wanted to make some kind of friendship or another thing. However, he was just cold as he ever is to answer. "... Why do you even ask? If you are expecting any sweet answer from me, throw those hopes in the trash. I don't believe in the slightest that you care about how I'm feeling and how I am now.", he said, walking towards the exit. But before leaving, he closed the Word of Hatred, looked forward and spoke one last thing. "... You all are liars. More of those people who use masks to hide what they really feel. I don't have reasons to be speaking with people that prefer to fake happiness instead of throwing out the hatred they feel. After all, inside of your tiny little heart... You. Hate. Me.", he said. After that, he opened his grimoire once more and finally left the room.</s> <\|message\|>Deus Ira Deus scratched his head and then put on a serious face. 'Liars huh, that word resembles everyone including you.... Lies are what shapes us, at the end of the day we are just human, nothing else....Our hearts can rot, all that matters is what we believe in..' Deus thought, his thoughts weren't in order more like Disarray, that's why everything he thought was unclear, he didn't even know what he was thinking. 'A dark aura, surrounded by loneliness and hatred...He must have gone through a lot.' He walked around the common room for some time. He noticed Marcus and walked to him. "Hey Marcus, you alright now, that was a pretty good fight out there, all you need is training and you'll master that power if yours, Anyways how are you feeling?"</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy Meruin frowned. "I assure you, whatever my intent, what I have planned may benefit the both of us," she stated. She gave a questioning look to Cruz. "I'm afraid she's an unfamiliar face to me, Mr. Cruz. Is she yours, or is she playing a joke on you too?" She was referring to her interaction earlier with Sol and Cornelia, but of course, neither of them knew that. "And yes, Ryan. I offered to preform a few . . . tests for Mr. Cruz, not on. I'm quite generous, aren't I?" said Meruin in an awkward attempt to make her offer seem better.</s> <\|message\|>Pamela Armellia @floodtalon Cruz Meister and Pamela Armellia Location: Common Room Cruz looked at Pamela and looked back at Meruin. "Uhh... how am I supposed to answer that? Let's see... well, she's just a firend I met here in the academy.", he said. Inside her own space, Pamela was heartbroken for hearing that, but she still stood up for him. "A-Anyway, you totally changed the phrase! Now you said for, when in a moment ago you said on! And what's this about benefit both of you?! I don't see ANY benefit in this thing for him!", she said, angry.</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy "Are you making this difficult on purpose?" stated Meruin bluntly. The girl was starting to get on her nerves, mostly because she was very loud. "This is a matter between me and Mr. Cruz, if you want to get involved, I will not stop you, but kindly have the sense of grace to at least be polite and tone down your volume, otherwise I will disregard everything you have to say."</s> <\|message\|>Elizabeth Moon. Liz for short Liz chuckled and took a seat on the floor in the corner beside her "What kind of classes, well I guess its split into 3 main types. Fitness classes like gym and such, Magic classes to help us refine our magic skills and finally academic classes like math and other languages." She paused "However, you don't really have to go to all of them just enough. For example someone like Meruin over there might not go to the fitness classes as much but makes up for it with going to the other two types where as I would likely skip basic classes and just focus on fitness and magic." Liz finally explained "Does that make sense?"</s> <\|message\|>Pamela Armellia Cruz Meister and Pamela Armellia Location: Common Room "Hrrrrgrrrr... you're getting on my nerves...", she said. Cruz took the front this time and spoke. "... Alright. We'll do this test for me and on me. After class, you decide where we're going. Pamela will come with me.", he said. "But Cruz-", she tried to speak, but he held her back.</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy Meruin raised a brow. "Are you sure? I haven't even explained the nature of the tests. Do not get me wrong; I am glad you accepted, but this whole affair has become needlessly complicated." Why it became complicated, Meruin left unsaid, but her pointed look at Pamela was a dead giveaway.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan nearly screamed in joy. Performing tests on a Technomage was insane in theory. "You can take the lead on these tests. I am just glad I can participate."</s>	<\|message\|>Eris Phyre Lyndwyrm Eris looked down quickly counting her shadows and grinned at Sol bringing another blade up underneath the ball wrapping it in light and bringing it over to her before she spiked it down directly on the other side of the net hoping it would be fast enough to keep Sol from returning it.</s>
<\|description\|>Deus Ira Photo: Age: 17 Gender: Male Abilities: -Magic: Yes, simply magic. Inherited from his father Merlin. -Shaolin Martial Artist -Ability Creation: Able to create any ability. Only able to use it for 10minutes. Can only create Fire Manipulation, Water Manipulation, Wind Manipulation and Space-Time Manipulation, after 10 mins are up, he becomes fragile, and for Space-Time Manipulation he can only use two ability which is Event Negation and Teleportation. It can negate any event but he can only use it twice a day. -Aura Manipulation: He dosent have full mastery over it. Something like what Lucario (pokemon) does. -Lucifer Sync Versions: "Forced Sync": Increases Attack Enourmously but decreases Defense Drastically "Incomplete Sync" Increases Defence and Offense Enourmously, Decreases Speed. "Perfect Sync" Increases Atk, Def, and Spd drastically and unlocks all of Lucifers ability. Available nit until later. "Neo Sync" Transforms into Lucifer comoletely. Nit available until later. Note: Each Sync unlocks one of Lucifer's Abilities. How could you work in a team: He is extremely resourceful, and very strategic. Can provide support. Personality: Deus is a very kind person. He likes to play sports and loves a good spar. He has been studying the Shaolin Martial Arts and has half mastered it. When his friends get hurt he becomes a whole other person. History: Let's just say he's an orphan for now, the rest is TBR Other: EDIT: Forgot to add that his most trusted weapon is tthe Kusanagi-No-Tsurugi. If I need to change anything just tell me.</s> <\|message\|>Deus Ira Deus: Outside Pandora's Box Deus was no longer himself. His eyes had turned white, as white as the full moon. His hair had also changed to white. The Chains and the Force-Field was dispelled. There was now only agony in Deus' eyes. The World had changed, and Deus could sense it. But he would not give up, he had to survive what he was about to do in order to kill her and get his revenge. He looked at Meruin then at everyone else. He was going to do something he learned recently, but that was Dangerous because the Limits...well there were none. If Reality and Illusion were all just concepts of Perspective, then what was the point of getting revenge. He had to get his revenge, he was an Avenger after all. Deus looked at Meruin. ]"Ha- hahahaha. Take her under your wing? Protect Her? Train Her? I never knew the people at this school would prorect a Mass Murder. Reality and Illusion Huh? The Concept of Perception, Just like her power. The Balance between Reality and Fantasy.. That Accursed power, that which has been hunting me for years....If you think you can protect her, train her, then you're Dead Wrong...Is what I would like to say if you had pulled out this "trick", Everything has a Cause and an Effect Meruin just remember that when you attempt to take her under your wing. That will come to bite you in the arse some years later." Deus looked at the now unstable Pandora's Box. Pandora's Box, was able to transcend Space-Time thanks to Deus for using his Ability Creation technique, but was currently useless against Meruin's spell. The Dark Aura had faded out of Deus, he could no longer go into that mode, Of course, all thanks to Merlin. Deus sat down in a meditating stance. He was attempting to communicate with Lucificus and Merlin. During this time, it appeared as if Deus had fallen asleep. But there were two kinds of Aura that began to emanate from his body. One was a Light Warm Aura and the other a Dark Cold one. Cornelia: Inside Pandora's Cornelia could sense the commotion outside. She had to get out of there. What Cornelia did before she got trapped in Pandora's Box was that she had put herself in an Illusion meaning that if she broke out of her Illusion then she could break Pandora's Box. Man, was she wrong. As she walked inside the house she realized why there was no one in the House. Because today was the ceremony that Changed all of Fate and History with her Brother. The day that Muramasa picked her to be the wielder of it. This changed, no, more like Erased her Humanity and Sanity</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy Meruin was probably going to get a migraine from dealing with these two - it hadn't happened yet, but she was sure it was going to happen. Deus seemed to be mistaken about the reasoning behind her ability, but that was fine; a true magi never reveals her mysteries, after all. It was the secret behind the spell that gave it power, and the less of a secret it was, the less powerful it would be. "I care not for what she's done before, Deus; the fact of the matter is that she is here now, and she will abide by the rules set in place for all of us. I don't want to make a habit of repeating myself, but I will do so for you to understand: This. Is. A. School. It is not your personal ring where you can kill as you wish. The same goes for Cornelia, however you were much closer in your efforts." The short mage shook her head. She was really talking a lot today. Perhaps next time she would marshal a team fight rather than participate. "I know my own limits, Deus. Talking about cause and effect is circular logic when it comes to magic - but that is a discussion for another time." Meruin peered at Cornelia behind her. It seemed she'd yet to break out of the illusion placed upon her. No matter - nothing mattered as long as Hazy Moon existed.</s> <\|message\|>Deus Ira Deus Deus eyes changed, one was Purple and the other one was Blue. This is the phenomenon that happens when many Spiritual Energies gather together in one body. Deus stood up, but this wasn't Deus, but the ancient demon Lucificus and Merlin. Deus looked at Meruin and his surroundings. "Well, Look Lucificus, someone that might be as strong as me in the magic sense. Hello Meruin Hazy, As Deus may have told you I am Merlin his father. The other being in this bodt is an Ancient Demon Lord named Lucificus." "Yo." Lucificus said. Neo-Deus began to feel the ground. They chuckled a bit. "Reality and Illusion. These two things are just figments of our Imagination, that is what our Brain tells us. If we were in an Illusion we would have no way of knowing it, Our Brain doesn't have the capability to perceive Illusions therefore they Perceive it as a reality. At the end of the day it Is Knowledge. The Knowledge to know whether we are in an Illusion or in Reality. Oh, I'm sorry I've seemed to have gotten carried away. Anyways, Meruin Hazy. I have a favor to ask of you. I'm going to unlock this child's memories. During this time he will not be able to differentiate between what is real and what is not (in his memories) During this time he will attempt to attack Cornelia. I would like it if you didn't do anything. This will decide his Future in a way." Cornelia: Inside Pandora's Box Cornelia looked in front of her as her past self grabbed the sword. Mixed emotions were goimg through the head of Cornelia, asking herself if that was the right decision. This would lead her to kill her whole family and make her brother go after her for Revenge. She was crying, but she didn't know why.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan continued to look at the moon when he sighed. He got up and walked towards the forest. "I've no idea whether anyone can hear me or not, but I'm going to the river. Later." He entered the forest and looked at the stream as it flowed. He sat down and began meditating.</s> <\|message\|>Slick Sloth Zairos III Time: 7:00 AM Day: Tuesday 1st day of the second term.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan walked out of his room and looked at the hallways. He headed to the cafeteria to get some food and brush up on his reading. He was beginning to read intermediate level books on elemental combinations and it was fascinating how their molecular structures interacted.</s> <\|message\|>Slick Sloth Zairos III Slick performed his morning routine, and headed down to the cafeteria for some bacon.</s> <\|message\|>Deus Ira Deus: Dorms Deus threw some papers aside. These Papers had mysterious symbols that were glowing on them. "No, No, No! The process is all wrong! How could I master this art, Father mastered every single type of magic, yet I can only master Alchemy, the most basic forms of magic." Deus said in frustration as he stood up from his chair. His hair was in tatters. He was wearing glasses and he hasn't been able to go to sleep, plus he has a silver streak in his hair because of how long he spent studying magic. Deus opened the door to the dorm and began to make his way to the cafeteria for breakfast, with Kusanagi at his side. He was wearing a white lab coat. He sighed. He needed some sleep but he thought that a good breakfast would wake him up. As he walked along the halls he looked outside the window to look at the morning sky, he then sighed. Deus arrived at the cafeteria. Seeing that Slick was already there he walked towards the counter and grabbed two plates of scrambled eggs, a bowl of oatmeal, orange juice, and two apples. He then proceeded to sit down next to Slick. "Thought I'd give you some company. So how are you feeling Slick?"</s> <\|message\|>Slick Sloth Zairos III "Not amazing if I'm honest Deus. Ever since the large team fight at the start of last term, my powers don't feel natural anymore, like they don't belong to me." Slick said staring at his hands.</s> <\|message\|>Deus Ira "Damm, Well If you need help with that, I can help. That has happened to me a few times. Most of the time it is because of an Internal Struggle, like if you're playing tug of war with yourself. It can also be that your full potential hasn't been unlocked yet." Deus said as he scratched his cheek. That certainly was strange. Deus then looked at Slick and activated his Aura Manipulation abilities. He attempted to read his Aura but here was the problem, there was nothing. Deus looked at Slick quizzically. Something was definetly wrong. Deus wasn't able to read his Aura, more like it was transparent, a different "color". "Hey, uh, Slick, after the Team Battles or During them, did you feel anything weird inside your body, like something that directly affected your powers?"</s> <\|message\|>Slick Sloth Zairos III Slick picked his head up and looked at Deus. "Yes. My ability to see the colour of people's souls, just exploded inside of me, then imploded. My powers completely vanished for about a minute, then they returned."</s> <\|message\|>Marcus Gracy Marcus sat in the desk of his office. His blondish brown hair tied up into a pony tail. He was finishing up his daily duties as the schools comsuler before he headed off to lunch. Marcus appearance hasn't changed much, he still looks the same but now has a blondish brown goatee. He stands up yawning and scratching his chest. Yes, he was shirtless doing school work. This was mainly one of the reasons why he tells the students and staff to knock before entering his room. He walks to a coat rack and takes a white shirt off a hanger and dresses himself. His clothes weren't as beat up as they used to be doing the first semester. Back then he got into a lot of pointless fights. He hasn't gotten into a fight in awhile though. It wasn't because of his repetitive losing streak. It was because he needed time to fully control his negative chi manipulation. He did master it around the ending of the first semester and would accept what ever challenge came his way to see how his practice paid off. Marcus exited his room locking the door behind him. The passing by students smiled as the passed him or waved in his direction. Marcus actually liked being the consulor. He got to meet countless numbers of people with strange and interesting personalities. He also liked how sometimes he would deal with relationship problems between the students. Marcus was deep in his thoughts as he walked towards the entrance of the lunch room. He entered and walked directly towards the line fixing himself a healthy meal of chicken salad and orange juice. He sat down at a random table and ate his food quietly.</s> <\|message\|>Deus Ira Deus scratched his head. He then looked at his palm, it had a transmutation symbol on it. He was thinking on a possibility, but it was farfetched and he didn't like it. "It must have probably been from the fight, it was pretty huge. Can I check something quickly, just to see what's wrong with your powers?" Deus stood up, as his hand began to radiate a silver aura. He cracked his neck to the side.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan looked up from his book and frowned. "I do hope you aren't planning on doing anything dangerous. If you were, it would fall under my jurisdiction as a Council Member to stop that." He called out to them. He really didn't feel like demolishing anyone today. He would though if he had to.</s> <\|message\|>Slick Sloth Zairos III Slick turned to Ryan. "Please don't use threats. He's trying to help someone out, I understand it's your job, but believe me, you'd do the same."</s> <\|message\|>Elza Sol finished off the last of his pancakes and lounged around bored watching Dues and Slick with mild interest. So far the year hadn't been too exciting; he hadn't even gotten to participate in the team battle at the start of the year. At this point he was almost out of practice with how little actual combat he had done. --- Elza groaned and walked into the cafeteria dragging her feet like a zombie. She walked straight to the drink table and grabbed a cub of black coffee before sitting down and slowing sipping it down a languid expression on her face. Elza hated mornings.</s>	<\|message\|>Deus Ira Deus ignored Ryan's remark and looked at Slick who had answered his question. "Alright, So I'm going to Implant some of my Aura into you and attempt to see what is wrong, you might feel a little excruciating pain." Deus looked at Slick, trying to find a small opening in his Aura, and when he found it he quickly began to insert his Aura into him. What this would do is that it would attempt to heal his Powers. Deus guessed that his powers had Imploded like that because of the opposing forces of the team battle, these powers were so strong, no wonder eyes couldn't keep up with them. "Ouch! There seems that something is wrong with your powers, Like a blockage or something of some kind. That's all I can tell you for now Slick, Sorry If I wasn't much help." Deus said as he sat back down sighing. He was tired, so it would be easy to do anything to him right now anyways.</s>
<\|description\|>Deus Ira Photo: Age: 17 Gender: Male Abilities: -Magic: Yes, simply magic. Inherited from his father Merlin. -Shaolin Martial Artist -Ability Creation: Able to create any ability. Only able to use it for 10minutes. Can only create Fire Manipulation, Water Manipulation, Wind Manipulation and Space-Time Manipulation, after 10 mins are up, he becomes fragile, and for Space-Time Manipulation he can only use two ability which is Event Negation and Teleportation. It can negate any event but he can only use it twice a day. -Aura Manipulation: He dosent have full mastery over it. Something like what Lucario (pokemon) does. -Lucifer Sync Versions: "Forced Sync": Increases Attack Enourmously but decreases Defense Drastically "Incomplete Sync" Increases Defence and Offense Enourmously, Decreases Speed. "Perfect Sync" Increases Atk, Def, and Spd drastically and unlocks all of Lucifers ability. Available nit until later. "Neo Sync" Transforms into Lucifer comoletely. Nit available until later. Note: Each Sync unlocks one of Lucifer's Abilities. How could you work in a team: He is extremely resourceful, and very strategic. Can provide support. Personality: Deus is a very kind person. He likes to play sports and loves a good spar. He has been studying the Shaolin Martial Arts and has half mastered it. When his friends get hurt he becomes a whole other person. History: Let's just say he's an orphan for now, the rest is TBR Other: EDIT: Forgot to add that his most trusted weapon is tthe Kusanagi-No-Tsurugi. If I need to change anything just tell me.</s> <\|message\|>Sol "Of course, I won't mind a minute of down time to prepare." Sol said grinning. He spent a brief moment considering Ryan's idea, he didn't like it. Chase specialized in breaking everything and anything, going at her with the hopes of landing a single powerful attack was unlikely to work. The way to go about was an overwhelming amount of constant attacks giving no chance to go on the offensive; Meruin was probably their best shot at this in his opinion. While the idea of keeping her mobile was a good one Chase no doubt had more than enough experience casting on the move. Figuring he had more than enough time, he quickly warped back to the entrance of the school leaving his schoolmates to their own devices and wondering what exactly the purpose was of the box Liz had given him was. No matter he would figure it out if the time came, now though was very important to get as much preparation as he could. First he forcibly grabbed a hold of time in the area, much easier actually since they were already in a distorted area, and made it run slower much slower. That should buy him a considerable more amount of time, after all Chase had never said how long the minute was. Then he set to creating runes, hundreds of runes around the area, there was no point in holding back. He set proximity runes, tracking runes, escape runes, time runes, everything he could possibly think of. By the time he was finished the entire school was covered in runes that he could activate at any time, since he didn't know how much moving Chase would be doing he had to cover everywhere. Of course that meant he was starting the fight already a little tired from all the expended energy but in the end it should be worth.</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy & @Slendy & @BranchOfSin & @Eklispe Meruin paused, thinking over their propositions. They needed more info if they wanted to effectively challenge Chase. Just when she was about to speak, Sol decided to go ahead on his own and her words turned into a cry of shock. "Wait, Sol-!" It was too late by then, however, and he was gone. With a sigh, Meruin spoke hurriedly. "We have to catch up to him, so we better make this fast. Firstly, Lady Chase is severely restricting herself, and I've heard her use the term 1/1,000,000,000 - this is by no means an accurate representation of how much she is limiting her abilities. The only thing that phrase means is that she will not be using her Aeon to fight us." She looked at Deus and Marcus, who were probably unaware of what the word Aeon entailed. "An Aeon is the pinnacle of mastery of a single practice," said Meruin, simplifying the explanation - there would be time for a more detailed one later, if they were curios. "All mastery leads to one of four Aeons: Destruction, Creation, Existence and Void. This is moot point though, seeing as I am ninety-nine percent sure that Lady Chase will not be using her Aeons. Instead, I highly suspect that she will be fighting us with her original specialty: Fire magic." Meruin pursed her lips in apprehension. "In a way, this might be even more terrifying. Did you know her Title, back before she was known as 'The Empress of Destruction'? It was 'The Winter Witch' - her fire spells devastated whatever they touched and literally burned out all that could be burned, including atmosphere. Lady Chase, whenever she was serious back then, left the sun blocked out and everything cold. She burned out heat in the atmosphere and created artificial winters." A flame so hot that it turned everything around it to ice. That was Chase's flame! "Her favorite tactic is definitely going to be heavily on the offensive and . . . bombardment. Not good, I had forgotten about that. Listen, whatever we do, let's try to avoid sticking together. It's risky, because we can't cover each others backs, however, it's not worth having all of us get taken out in one go. Your smokescreen idea is good, Ryan, but we can't rule out the fact that Lady Chase might not even choose to look through the smoke screen and simply destroy everything around her in one go." She paused for a few moments, considering their options. Ideas and parameters jumped into her head as she wildly sought the best path to victory. --- Chase floated lazily in the air, humming to herself with her eyes closed. A single eye lifted open as she felt Sol arrive at the scene. Being herself, of course she could sense what Sol was doing to the time around him. She grinned to herself. "What a kid. My initial estimation of him has gone up a few notches," she said, before frowning. "If only he was working with the others, then perhaps it would get higher. Well, perhaps this is a part of their plan."</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan nodded as he thought over what Meruin said. "Liz would be better off than most of us than. Not completely okay, but better. Ditch the smoke screen idea." Ryan looked around and noticed that Sol was gone. He felt for Sol's energy and found him preparing traps. "Sol is off preparing the battlefield. I don't think he's going to be playing ball with us. I'm putting away my sword, I don't want it to be melted." Ryan dropped his sword and it melted into the ground. "I suppose the only chance we have is to just rush her. We can't out wait her, we can't outwit her, we definitely can't out power her, all we have is superior numbers. Let's just go all out with our most damaging attacks." Ryan said but then furrowed his brow. "No, wait, our most damaging attacks could kill each other. I don't know, there is no real plan that could be used."</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy Meruin opened her eyes, her thoughts coming to a gradual halt. "I think . . . our chance of victory lies best with Sol and Marcus." "Lady Chase's abilities are formidable . . . no, formidable is a horribly gross understatement. They're beyond godly. But right now, we don't have to worry about it being beyond godly. She will be limiting herself, and since I know Lady Chase isn't the type to be so petty as to toy with us, I'm certain we have a chance at victory. "Her abilities will be heavily offensive and destructive in nature. It's her favorite - and only - tactic. Overwhelming offense has always been her trademark. As I see it, absolutely none of us could take a direct hit from her. Marcus is the only one that has a prayer of surviving. You see, her abilities are powerful, but so long as it's not an Aeon-class technique, it's still magic. Marcus wouldn't be affected at all if he took a direct hit. "Sol has grasp over time magic, and while I'm sure Deus or Cornelia are more familiar with it, I think that only he can apply it in a meaningful manner against Lady Chase. Here's what I propose: Like you said, going all out with our best attacks, only, the only ones doing the attacking will be Marcus and Sol. Everyone else will act as support. No matter what, we have to get close to Lady Chase. Staying far is only inviting pain."</s> <\|message\|>Marcus Gracy Marcus stood up and closed his eyes. "So what your saying is all I have to do his punch her?" After he said that he opened his eyes and his appearance altered. He was now wearing an all black cloak that had the yin-yang symbol imprinted on the back. His eyes were black and his pupils were white. Black flames danced around his body as he pounded his fist into the palm of his other hand. "I can do that!" In the blink of an eye Marcus was gone and standing behind Chase. His arms under the cloak didn't move but a punch was thrown. This punch wasn't regular it was probably enough to shatter the strongest he on earth if Marcus had enough concentration. But for now his mission was to punch and not hold back no matter what. His cloak faintly moved but there was an onslaught of punches that came Chase's way.</s> <\|message\|>Deus Ira Deus sighed. He also wanted to attack Directly using Aura Manipulation too. He sighed. If they were going to fight an opponent that had control over fire magic, Being inside would just make it bad for them so he decided to reveal one of his new Space-Time Manipulation Abilities, which was technically just teleportation. Deus began to charge his power, and when he was ready, he teleported everyone to the courtyard. "That should at Least give us a slight advantage." Deus said as his Aura began to flare out of control.</s> <\|message\|>Elizabeth Moon. Liz for short Liz rolled her eyes "Your plan was good but like Meruin said plans are useless against this women. Overwhelming power is what you need to use against her and a defense that can be able to withstand it." She explained as she looked through her bag for something before pulling out what looked like an old log with a magical mark etched into it. Throwing the log into the air Liz clapped her hands as the seal on the left side of her lower back glowed red "Fire is my soul which burns brightest in battle, I will ignite all those in my way and leave this world in ashes." She spoke the incantation and her skin started to erupt in flames until all that was standing was a fire in Liz's old shape "I will distract her and try to absorb her fire attacks for a while, no doubt it will prove ineffective after a few seconds to make it count." The fire body spoke as it caught the log which transformed into a sword of fire in her hand before Liz vanished from the area. Appearing behind Chase Liz was sure this would not surprise the mage but she lunged forward with the sword hoping her secondary plan would work.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan sighed and breathed in deeply. "Grimoire Art: The Magician." The Roman Numeral for 1 appeared behind him and everyone besides Chase would feel a sudden influx of power. He was essentially drawing in magic from the air and whatever was wasted from everyone else and redirecting it to everyone else and himself. He stayed completely still as he drew in more and more energy.</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy & @Dash375 & @BranchOfSin & @Slendy & @Eklispe Chase shot upwards with a sudden burst of speed, giving neither Marcus nor Liz a chance to touch her. Once she was about twenty-five meters into the air, the golden mage shook her head. "You're all acting a bit hasty now aren't you?" she said almost sardonically. Chase gave a few sparing glances to Ryan and Deus, but it looked like her interest lay mostly in Liz and Marcus. "Hm~ How nice - magic nullification and another who dares challenge me with my most beloved element. Very well, I candidly accept." Meruin arrived at around the same time as Liz did, and grabbed Marcus hurriedly. "Get away!" she shouted. Chase lifted two fingers to point to the sky, and quite suddenly, it exploded. No, that was no exaggeration. The sky turned a searing bright red for a moment before it erupted - all of it - into a bright flame. The heat all around them went up by several degrees, and the heat distorted objects in the distance, giving them a vaguely illusory quality. Chase grinned. "As of now, your oxygen supply is slowly disappearing, and any magic that you throw around won't leave a trace once it's destroyed. I recognize that tactic boy, it's one of Reina's trademarks," said Chase looking at Ryan. "Don't think I'll let you have it so easy. Now, as for the firebrand-girl . . ." Chase pointed a single finger at her from the sky, and a whirling mass of energy and heat gathered around her finger, while the area around Liz suddenly began snowing, and ice began frosting over around Liz. "I'll give you a warning shot." A thin beam of red shot out from her finger, right towards Liz. It didn't hit her, and it landed quite far from her actually, but the massive explosions shock waves could certainly be felt from that distance. By massive explosion, we would like to put an emphasis on 'MASSIVE' and 'EXPLOSION', by the way. The ground where Liz once stood near by has now become unusable. The explosion has died, but the oppressive flame still remains. Going through there without protection insures acute pain.</s>	<\|message\|>Deus Ira Deus smirked. Right now he only had two options. Either using his new technique to attempt to land a hit on Chase, or just Heal the rest of them. Of course he was getting a bit angry that Chase was ignoring him like a piece of dirt, Deus then sighed. He chose the latter seeing that it might be almost incredibly hard to land a hit. Deus then used his Aura to send a wave of healing to heal his teammates and then proceeded to use Banishing Shift [Event Negation] to Negate what Chase just did. For now, Deus would focus on Being support, but since he had already placed some of his Aura on his teammates, he could now speak with them Telepathically. He then began to fire some Aura Blasts.</s>
<\|description\|>Deus Ira Photo: Age: 17 Gender: Male Abilities: -Magic: Yes, simply magic. Inherited from his father Merlin. -Shaolin Martial Artist -Ability Creation: Able to create any ability. Only able to use it for 10minutes. Can only create Fire Manipulation, Water Manipulation, Wind Manipulation and Space-Time Manipulation, after 10 mins are up, he becomes fragile, and for Space-Time Manipulation he can only use two ability which is Event Negation and Teleportation. It can negate any event but he can only use it twice a day. -Aura Manipulation: He dosent have full mastery over it. Something like what Lucario (pokemon) does. -Lucifer Sync Versions: "Forced Sync": Increases Attack Enourmously but decreases Defense Drastically "Incomplete Sync" Increases Defence and Offense Enourmously, Decreases Speed. "Perfect Sync" Increases Atk, Def, and Spd drastically and unlocks all of Lucifers ability. Available nit until later. "Neo Sync" Transforms into Lucifer comoletely. Nit available until later. Note: Each Sync unlocks one of Lucifer's Abilities. How could you work in a team: He is extremely resourceful, and very strategic. Can provide support. Personality: Deus is a very kind person. He likes to play sports and loves a good spar. He has been studying the Shaolin Martial Arts and has half mastered it. When his friends get hurt he becomes a whole other person. History: Let's just say he's an orphan for now, the rest is TBR Other: EDIT: Forgot to add that his most trusted weapon is tthe Kusanagi-No-Tsurugi. If I need to change anything just tell me.</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy @floodtalon@Slendy@BranchOfSin Reina sighed. Still not looking at Cornelia, the archmage spoke with slight irritation in her voice, her patience being tried. "It's not arrogance if my pride is warranted. Stay your hand, girl, you are wouldn't even be a warm up for me, and that is simple, logical, truth." The silver haired mage truly did not see Cornelia as a threat. Looking at Luciferon conversing with Chase, Reina had to narrow her eyes. She hated demons more than anyone, and if it weren't for the fact that Chase had called this fight hers, she would have already exorcised him from Deus's body. Still, as she used magic to listen in on their conversation, Reina's mouth quirked up into a small smile. The demon had no idea who he was talking to. If he had been in contact with any demonic forces in recent years, then he would know exactly who Chase was and what she did, and he would have been more careful around her. As it was, with his appearance, the sanctity of the duel was very nearly violated. Just a little more, and Chase would be forced to unleash her full strength . . . When that point came, it was bye-bye to the demon. --- Chase rolled her eyes at Luciferons tone. If he was trying to intimidate her, it wasn't working. Powerful demon though he was, he was still a being that operated on the logic of this reality - not something that Chase even bothered to fight anymore, let alone fear. He was nothing compared to madness inducing omnipresence of Yog-Sothoth or the the majestic evil that was Shub-Niggurath. And finally, as her thoughts settled on the last of her eternal foes, Chase shuddered. Nothing will ever frighten me again, not after I've encountered that thing. The greatest and most terrifying of her enemies, who ruled over the Outer Gods with a stupidity bordering on exotic genius: Azathoth. The short archmage was shaken from her thoughts as the Caliburn appeared in Luciferon's hand. Huh, she was wondering where that had gone. Well, it wasn't a problem; he might have Caliburn, but she had Garm and Gungnir. Chase frowned, however, upon remembering that Excalibur and Gae Bolg were in Reina's possession, among other treasures. Chase held her breath as Sols vacuum activated. A smart move, on his part, but like Ryan's light, it was ineffective. Chase had fought long enough to realize that her fights used up oxygen faster than she needed. Replacing the air around her was trivial, not to mention her explosions pushed away the vacuum. As for Ryan's light, she grinned and waved at him. Compared to light from her explosions, what comparison was there? Suddenly, she felt Marcus's spell link them together, and the edge of her lips quirked up in shocked respect. This kid was either gutsy, or suicidal. "Very well, let's have it your way!" Seeing all of them prepare for their next move, and taking into consideration Marcus spell, Chase decided to simply blow everything up! Pointing skywards, a white sun appeared right beside the yellow one. On closer inspection, it seemed to be getting bigger rapidly. "Stop this, young Marcus, and you'll have earned my respect!" Meruin paled beside Ryan. Oh, wow, she hasn't seen that spell yet. This could be bad. "I'll have to hurry this up!" she said through gritted teeth. Her spell began circulating faster as Meruin did something she constantly tried to avoid doing: rushing her spells.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan paled as the sun seemed to be getting much larger. "Grimoire Art: The Magician : Support!" Ryan began enhancing the potency of Meruin's magic and his own Shield of Light. "I know it's bad to hurry a spell, but I can't keep up two Grimoire spells at once for very long! So whenever you're ready!" Ryan began sweating from the intense heat being given off by the sun falling down from the FREAKING SKY! "Why is it everyone I know is insane!?" He asked himself as he felt a part of his magic resistant clothes catch fire.</s> <\|message\|>Sol Sol grunted, a sun? Really? Well he already had contingency plan if case the others didn't think of anything fast enough so he decided that he would distracting Chase would be best, heck, he might get lucky and scratch her. Simply activating a rune some distance to the left of her he appeared there using his wind magic to create little platforms under his feet, allowing him the same, if not more mobility then when on the ground, in addition he covered his whole body in swirling winds the at least partially dissipated the vicious heat from above. Relentless assault would be best to to have any hope of landing an attack. His attacks didn't have to be strong, just numerous and powerful enough to scratch her skin, so as long as she didn't have some sort of protection it should be easy right? He charged forward using his wind magic to enhance the length of his sword to nearly double and stabbing directly at Chase's midsection. He watched her carefully ready to change tactics at any moment.@TheHangedMan</s> <\|message\|>Pamela Armellia Cruz Meister, Pamela Armellia, Lynda "Lyn" Hermit and Agni Blackheart & Cerberus Location: Boys' Dormitory - Cruz's Room Before Lyn could return to her guard post, Agni and Cerberus quickly took Cruz back to his room. He was put on the bed by the hell hound. "Are you feeling alright?", Agni asked. "Y-Yeah. Thanks.", Cruz replied. Agni nodded and smiled. He never thought he would be forgiven, so this was a rather new experience. "I guess I'll go talk to that student council member. I'll see if I can switch with those girls and look after you.", Agni spoke. "There's no need for you to do that. I don't want to be a burden.", Cruz tried to negate his wish. "We insist, Sir Cruz. It is a way for us to fully redeem ourselves with you.", Cerberus insisted. Although he was against it, he knew that there were no words to make them give up, so Cruz decided to stay quiet about that matter. "Well, what do we have here?", a voice spoke from above. Lyn, who was sitting on a ceiling girder, jumped down. "You two became buddies now or I'm mental?", she asked, smiling mischievously. "-I-If we did, you got any problem?", Agni answered, returning to be bitter. "H-Hey, there's no need to be that bitter on her.", Cruz said, but Agin still looked the same way to Lyn: with disdain. "Guuuuuuuuys!!", Pamela barged into the room already screaming. She saw that Agni was there. "Wait a minute, what are you doing here?! Get out!! Get out!!", she said, trying to pull him out. "Pamela, what happened? WHy did you came screaming like that?", Cruz asked, trying to stay on topic. "Oh, right! There's like an heck of a battle happening outside!! Those guys from the student council and some other students are fighting some two older women that appeared out of nowhere!!", she said. "So, that feeling of being overwhelm by some kind of power wasn't just a single feeling... This is getting interesting." "Where are they now?", Agni asked. "Why should I tell you?! The only thing you should do is not putting your nose into other's business!", Pamela answered rashly. "We have no time for your bitching! We're already without Cruz, how do you expect to win without my help?!", he said. She noticed that his tone was of worriness and not blind rage. "Alright, Pamela, you're taking us there.", Lyn spoke. Pamela nodded and rushed to the corridor. Lyn immediately followed her and Agni followed the two. But before he left, he looked back to Cerberus and Cruz. "Cerberus, take care of Cruz. Make sure he doesn't leave.", Agni ordered. "Yes, my master. Good luck on your side.", Cerberus replied. Agni ran off following Lynda and Pamela.</s>	<\|message\|>Deus Ira Forced Sync Deus sighed. It appeared Lucifer was correct. Every Single Dammed Mage with their god dammed arrogace. He knew they never stood a chance from the beginning, that as it may be he still wanted to try. So Deus knew it was time to bust up a new one. Deus's eyes were glowing a bright red, and during this time, he was speaking to his comrades. Guys, listen, I need you to buy me some time, I'm going to try something dangerous that will most definetly work in erasing that sun, and allowing us to win. With that, Deus's body began to change. It turned as black as a black hole. This time Deus would be using three powers at the same time. All of these powers are really just part of one power, but it is how you perceive it. A Major, mass of energy could be felt swelling up in Deus's body. He didn't like this method since it took almost every single fiber in his body just to use it. The Sky turned black, the ground, the grass, everything was now engulfed in a black color. Something was happening. Posts until "Spell" goes off: 5</s>
<\|description\|>Alexander Faulkner General Information Age: 18 Gender: Male Personality: Alex is very laid-back. Actually "laid-back" wouldn't even begin to describe Alex. He is apathetic, doesn't care enough to do anything, unlively, passive to the bone and generally, lazy. Although he enjoys the company of others, his personality drives most people away from him, like they are afraid of getting afflicted with his lazyness and as such, he generally doesn't have many friends, something he, however, wants to change. His constant companion are his headphones that have a built-in MP4 player with which he listens to his favorite music. Abilities/Skills Name: Arc of Numeracy * DescriptionThrough his unique ability, Arc of Numeracy, Alex can change the study of quantity, structure, space, change, through manipulating the laws and foundation of mathematics, allowing him to change the principle of numeracy, for example altering the distance between two destination, break the laws of nature through the alteration of mathematical equations, increasing or decrease the amount or quantity in a substance or in an area, etc. This power can never be detained as it is based on the intellectual level of the user. Techniques * Arc of Numeracy: Formula Manifestation: Alex can manipulate the fabric of reality by constructing formulated thoughts or formulas and materialize them in reality. For example, he can create a formula that saps beings of their free will through an equation that makes life, hope and freedom irrefutably pointless. * Arc of Numeracy: Archimede's Box: Alex can generate a construct in a the shape of a rectangle or a box with numerous capabilities. He can create physical energy constructs as well as non-physical ones by manipulating the force fields around himself/the target and can use said contructs for attacking, defending, trapping etc. * Arc of Numeracy: Nihil: Alex is able to utilize the effects of division by zero, which has an apparent property of collapsing the affected system in question. In a nutshell, It's most widely used effect is to turn many things into just one, irreversibly unless a more powerful power reverses it afterwards. * [MORE WILL BE REVEALED AS THE STORY PROGRESSES] Limitations * As said before, Use of the Arc of Numeracy is based on the intellectual level of the user so if one doesn't know that i.e, 1+1=2 then he cant change that equation to make it i.e, 1+1=1. * Some imagined formulas may be unreachable, such as taking hundreds of years to write or think up. History * TBR IC</s> <\|message\|>Slick Sloth Zairos III Slick grabbed a brace from the teacher. "One, four, four. There were a hundred and fourty five students this year, one got sick had to leave. So I'm the worst of this sorry lot huh?"</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy Meruin, upon hearing the announcement, gave a small nod towards Liz and Marcus. "I'll be going to pick up my brace. I'll see you later, unless you're planning on following me." The small mage drew a magic circle on the ground with the tip of her shoe, and placed a ward their to record the match between Sol and Eris. In one breath, the scenery around her changed as she transported herself instantly, arriving in front of the common room. As she entered, she saw Slick. She recognized him from last year, but never really talked with him much. "Hello," she greeted casually, as she walked towards the teacher to receive her bracer.</s> <\|message\|>Slick Sloth Zairos III "Hi there, Meruin." Slick sighed. "Must be good to have a high rank huh?" Slick looked at his brace as he put it on his left arm, his dominant one.</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy Meruin placed the bracer she received on her right arm. "Not quite," she said, frowning at the bracer. She didn't quite like the color - reddish brown didn't seem to fit her, for some reason. "I only got the rank because I wanted to see how much I had improved. Afterwards, it was a near endless stream of challenges that got tiring extremely quickly." She didn't elaborate anymore than that, although she did change the color of the bracer with magic - it was a dull emerald jade color now.</s> <\|message\|>Slick Sloth Zairos III Slick engulfed his left arm in blue fire and his bracer absorbed the colour and became a navy blue. "Well at least you've got more ,magic pOW-" Slick cut off as the bracer dug into his arm and began to pump magic into his veins. "-er." He went into a sweat. "Never did understand how these would work, either way it hurts like hell."</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy Meruin tilted her head. The pain from the bracer never did bother her, as the various experiments she'd preformed on herself had let her get used to pain, but the sudden injection of magic was uncomfortable - she disliked having magic asides from hers running around her body. "I'd rather be able to finish my research," she said, staring at Slicks now navy-blue bracer. She raised a brow at his display of power. "Interesting. Now that I think about it, I don't think I've ever observed your abilities first hand. Have you ever dueled anyone before?"</s> <\|message\|>Slick Sloth Zairos III "No I never wanted to fight. Just pass exams to get through." Slick looked up and down Meruin. "What do you wanna see my power for? I'm a good for nothing student, who has the world's weirdest DNA.</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy Meruin was just a little surprised at Slick's self-depreciation. Lately she'd been dealing with people who, if not possessing a large ego, were at least reasonably confident in themselves. She nodded her head in approval to Slick's statement on what he aimed to do here. "A reasonable goal, if a bit different from the others here. As for why I want to see your abilities, I am a research before I am a fighter," she said succinctly. "Who possess what power and whatever manner of creature they are means nothing to me; you have something I am interested in, so I will express my interest, that is all."</s> <\|message\|>Pamela Armellia Cruz Meister, Pamela Armellia, Lynda "Lyn" Hermit and Agni Blackheart Location: Common Room After running a little, the three of them managed to reach the common room, where some people had already got their braces. Amidst the people, there was Agni, getting his bracer from the teacher. He used his power to give it a dark purple color and felt the bracer insert its magic on him. Useless magic... for what reason this ridiculous bracer did this?, he thought. Cruz moved forward to one of the teachers and greeted it formally. He got his bracer and equipped it. "Hmm... let's see how it looks like when I use Data on it.", he said to himself, inserting a flow of Data into the bracer, which became light blue. Then, he felt the same magic being inserted. "Ow! This thing hurts!", he said, not commenting about the magic being inserted on him. Soon, Pamela and Lynda grabbed their braces, equipped them and used their magics on it to have a pink and a dark gray bracer, respectively. And then, the pain came. "Ow, ow, ow, owww!! Heeeeeey, what is this?!", Pamela complained. "The bracer inserted some magic on us. I don't know what kind of magic it is, but I'm used to have energy painfully inserted into me...", Lynda said. Cruz looked at it one more time and then noticed Meruin and Slick. He was going to talk with them, but someone stood in his way. "I want to talk with you, last of the technomagicians.", Agni said. "About what exactly? If it's about the skirmish we had, I don't want to talk about it.", Cruz answered. The dark magician still kept his cold gaze. Then, as Cruz moved towards his old friends, the pendant swinged a little. "... I see. Then, I won't bother you anymore, Your Majesty.", he spoke. Upon hearing those words, Cruz looked directly at Agni with a surprised face, while the latter opened the Word of Hatred and left reading it. What the... how the hell does he know about that?!, Cruz said, looking at the exit.</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy Since she was not particularly waiting for Slick to respond, Meruin diverted some attention to the newcomers: another student from the previous years, and also one she'd scarcely interacted with, accompanied by three she did not recognize. Her eyes narrowed for a moment as she sensed magic pass through the bracer, one she was unfamiliar with. It seems that three people managed to pique her interest today. "Technomage, is it?" said Meruin, her eyes boring straight into Cruz's own.</s> <\|message\|>Pamela Armellia Cruz Meister Location: Common Room Waking up from his surprise at Agni's words, Cruz turned his head back to Meruin. He does remember about her, but certainly wasn't on the best way possible. "Yeah, Meruin. We barely talked back at the old academy, but it's me, Cruz. Cruz Meister, the last technomage alive...", he said, sighing hard. That wasn't the way he wanted to be known throughtout.</s> <\|message\|>Slick Sloth Zairos III Slick brushed off Meruin's comment. Who doesn't care what people are like "Wait a sec, what do I have!?" It had taken the boy a minute to work out what she had said.</s> <\|message\|>Sol ghost in black Sol glanced at the scales rapidly covering Eris's body with interest. A strange magic that seemed to increase her strength, no matter he had no intention of letting her regain momentum. Logically it would be best to cancel the match and then retrieve their braces before continuing but it would be no fun to end mid-match. Sol's eyes narrowed as he traced the path of the rapidly moving metal orb and as soon as it crossed onto his side of the court Sol was there smashing it straight down, coming down on Eris's side mere centimeters from the net. Simultaneously he caused a distortion to warp into existence around the bubble slowing down time all around it, even if Eris would normally be able to move fast enough to block the attack the time warp should've been more than enough to slow her down long enough for him to score the winning point. Even if he didn't score a point he was still in a good position to spike the ball once again, he thought grinning confidently. --- Elza yawned and looked around dazedly when she heard some announcement about bracers, it seemed she had accidentally fallen asleep again. Oh well she was fresh and ready to go now so she eagerly grabbed a brace from the teacher. Her eye's flickered into shadow as she viewed the strange magic of the bracer flow into her and meld with her own, an interesting device. Her eyes returned to their normal color and she glanced around, Meruin was here along with several other people she didn't know very well. Elza retreated to a corner and examined her new device thoroughly curious to see how it worked and waited for classes to be announced.</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy , @JELDare As Cruz gave what she assumed was his title, Meruin's eyes suddenly had a very disturbing glint in them. It was by no means malicious, but it was suitably manic - the kind you see on mad scientists. The cause, of course, was not so much that Cruz mentioned he was a technomage - which had perked her interest enough - but because ue had mentioned he was the last of his kind. That sent Meruin's interest flying into the realm of the unhealthy. "The last Technomage, you say?" she muttered audibly. "Very interesting . . . tell me, would you be willing to partake in a few experi- tests?" For now, Slick was now pushed into the back of her mind, though part of her was resolute in talking to him more later on.</s> <\|message\|>Elizabeth Moon. Liz for short Liz waved to Meruin, she planned to walk over on her own anyway. When she arrived at the classroom she quickly went up and claimed a bracer "oh, a new design." She smiled happily and put it on her wrist and winced a bit when she drained her magic in it, for a while the bracer did not settle on its color but finally it came to a light blue clear, the color of the sea. Smiling and breathing a sigh of relief from that being over and the pain subsiding. Looking around it seemed like most people had arrived to collect their bracer as well. Looking around the room Liz walked over to Meruin "Just a quick update~ Euphie says you are good to have a fight with her after classes today as long as she gets to have a chat with you first, if she mentions Chase just lie and say you don't know where she is though please." Liz chuckled and looked at Elza who had retreated to a corner "Talk later Meruin." She quickly dashed off and jumped in front of Elza likely spooking her "Hi there, you must be new here! Whats your name? Any questions?" Liz asked bombarding the new girl with questions.</s> <\|message\|>Marcus Gracy Marcus stood to his feet slowly and slipped his hands into his pockets. He turned towards the school and walked deep in thought about his battle with Liz. He didn't care about how he looked like a giant mummy roaming and hunting the school. To him his appearance didn't matter. What really mattered was what the hell actually happened during his battle with Liz. He entered the classroom silently and retrieved his bracer from the teacher , applying it onto his right arm on top of the bandages. Although he didn't react to the tiny pain the bracer caused. Marcus noticed the others but was to caught up in his thoughts to acknowledge any of them. He grabbed a seat in the front row by the window and kicked his feet on top of the desk. Marcus stared out the window not noticing his bandages slowly stretch over the bracer.</s>	<\|message\|>Alexander Faulkner The announcement woke Alex up from his daydreaming. About time... he thought while getting up from his seat, yawing. He made his way towards the classroom and watched as others in the line in front of him each took their braces. He saw Slick using some kind of flame power to change the color of his bracer, Huh...that's a pretty neat feature Once he received his bracer, Alex wore it on his left forearm and quickly felt it digging in on his skin, "so this is how the whole concept works huh?" Alex said to himself out-loud. He turned and walked towards one of the seats in the class and sat down. So...let's see if I can do the same as him... Alex thought and looked at his bracer for a moment. He closed his eyes and pictured his ability as an aura and focused it on his forearm. Suddenly the bracer turned white and mathematical symbols started appearing on it until everything was covered with said symbols. Alex opened his eyes and took a look at the changes, ...whatever he thought, pressed the button on his MP4 and continued listening to music. Although he didn't need to attend the rest of the lesson, Alex was too lazy to stand up from his seat again...</s>
<\|description\|>Elizabeth Moon. Liz for short @JELDare Photo: Age: 19 Gender: Female Abilities: Able to transform her body into a body of water. In this form she can control bodies of water without spells at all and at faster speed then most specialized water mages. This mastery of the water element does have some weaknesses. She can not control any magic until she turns into her water form which requires a chant for focus. In her water form she is also weak to certain elements like ice and lightning in exchange for a large resistance to physical attackers. How you could work in a team: A mix of most elements in a team. In her water form she can use water both offensively in the form of whips and concentrated water blasts and defensively by creating high pressure water barriers that would slash flesh which would make contact with it. Liz can also be a decent front line defensive against physical attackers who can do little damage but would not be able to take this role against element attackers. Personality: Cheerful and outgoing most of the time, Liz tries to talk and get along with everyone she meets though has given up with some people or those who have upset people she cares about. She is also quite hard working on her magic training trying to work on her water control most of the time. History: Grew up on a small isolated island somewhere out in the ocean, she never reveals quite where when people asks. The people on the island saw how Liz had at a young age had a strong connection to magic, back then she could use all the main elements of magic though she was always strongest at water. Though one day something changed when the village did something to her permanently sealing away all other elemental magic apart from water and giving her the new form she can enter. There is more to it but I don't want to go into it right now. Other: Shes left handed and loves chocolate.</s> <\|message\|>Sol ghost in black Sol glanced at the scales rapidly covering Eris's body with interest. A strange magic that seemed to increase her strength, no matter he had no intention of letting her regain momentum. Logically it would be best to cancel the match and then retrieve their braces before continuing but it would be no fun to end mid-match. Sol's eyes narrowed as he traced the path of the rapidly moving metal orb and as soon as it crossed onto his side of the court Sol was there smashing it straight down, coming down on Eris's side mere centimeters from the net. Simultaneously he caused a distortion to warp into existence around the bubble slowing down time all around it, even if Eris would normally be able to move fast enough to block the attack the time warp should've been more than enough to slow her down long enough for him to score the winning point. Even if he didn't score a point he was still in a good position to spike the ball once again, he thought grinning confidently. --- Elza yawned and looked around dazedly when she heard some announcement about bracers, it seemed she had accidentally fallen asleep again. Oh well she was fresh and ready to go now so she eagerly grabbed a brace from the teacher. Her eye's flickered into shadow as she viewed the strange magic of the bracer flow into her and meld with her own, an interesting device. Her eyes returned to their normal color and she glanced around, Meruin was here along with several other people she didn't know very well. Elza retreated to a corner and examined her new device thoroughly curious to see how it worked and waited for classes to be announced.</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy , @JELDare As Cruz gave what she assumed was his title, Meruin's eyes suddenly had a very disturbing glint in them. It was by no means malicious, but it was suitably manic - the kind you see on mad scientists. The cause, of course, was not so much that Cruz mentioned he was a technomage - which had perked her interest enough - but because ue had mentioned he was the last of his kind. That sent Meruin's interest flying into the realm of the unhealthy. "The last Technomage, you say?" she muttered audibly. "Very interesting . . . tell me, would you be willing to partake in a few experi- tests?" For now, Slick was now pushed into the back of her mind, though part of her was resolute in talking to him more later on.</s> <\|message\|>Elizabeth Moon. Liz for short Liz waved to Meruin, she planned to walk over on her own anyway. When she arrived at the classroom she quickly went up and claimed a bracer "oh, a new design." She smiled happily and put it on her wrist and winced a bit when she drained her magic in it, for a while the bracer did not settle on its color but finally it came to a light blue clear, the color of the sea. Smiling and breathing a sigh of relief from that being over and the pain subsiding. Looking around it seemed like most people had arrived to collect their bracer as well. Looking around the room Liz walked over to Meruin "Just a quick update~ Euphie says you are good to have a fight with her after classes today as long as she gets to have a chat with you first, if she mentions Chase just lie and say you don't know where she is though please." Liz chuckled and looked at Elza who had retreated to a corner "Talk later Meruin." She quickly dashed off and jumped in front of Elza likely spooking her "Hi there, you must be new here! Whats your name? Any questions?" Liz asked bombarding the new girl with questions.</s> <\|message\|>Marcus Gracy Marcus stood to his feet slowly and slipped his hands into his pockets. He turned towards the school and walked deep in thought about his battle with Liz. He didn't care about how he looked like a giant mummy roaming and hunting the school. To him his appearance didn't matter. What really mattered was what the hell actually happened during his battle with Liz. He entered the classroom silently and retrieved his bracer from the teacher , applying it onto his right arm on top of the bandages. Although he didn't react to the tiny pain the bracer caused. Marcus noticed the others but was to caught up in his thoughts to acknowledge any of them. He grabbed a seat in the front row by the window and kicked his feet on top of the desk. Marcus stared out the window not noticing his bandages slowly stretch over the bracer.</s> <\|message\|>Alexander Faulkner The announcement woke Alex up from his daydreaming. About time... he thought while getting up from his seat, yawing. He made his way towards the classroom and watched as others in the line in front of him each took their braces. He saw Slick using some kind of flame power to change the color of his bracer, Huh...that's a pretty neat feature Once he received his bracer, Alex wore it on his left forearm and quickly felt it digging in on his skin, "so this is how the whole concept works huh?" Alex said to himself out-loud. He turned and walked towards one of the seats in the class and sat down. So...let's see if I can do the same as him... Alex thought and looked at his bracer for a moment. He closed his eyes and pictured his ability as an aura and focused it on his forearm. Suddenly the bracer turned white and mathematical symbols started appearing on it until everything was covered with said symbols. Alex opened his eyes and took a look at the changes, ...whatever he thought, pressed the button on his MP4 and continued listening to music. Although he didn't need to attend the rest of the lesson, Alex was too lazy to stand up from his seat again...</s> <\|message\|>Eris Phyre Lyndwyrm Eris rushed towards the ball but suddenly felt the effects of magic similar to time dilation, when she felt this she stopped and had her sword appear under the ball and launch it into the air above her before she jumped and slammed the ball over sol's head surrounding I'd with spinning light blades to cut through his wind.</s> <\|message\|>Elza ghost in black Sol grinned, as he thought his opponent had quickly reacted appropriately to the situation, but he wasn't done yet. Just before she launched the orb with those strange swords of hers Sol wrapped the Orb in devastatingly powerful wind currents and hurled it past Eris to the furthest corner of the court. The bubble of slowed time followed the ball catching Eris in it and hopefully stopping her from being able to react fast enough to stop his assault. --- Elza blinked rapidly and looked up startled her shadow already forming itself into a spear and nearly launching itself at Liz before Elza realized that she wasn't under attack and her shadow quickly returned to its original form. "Um sorry didn't see you there, My name is Elza. Everything has been pretty simple so far so my only question is, what kind of classes do we have here?" she said still somewhat surprised by the sudden conversation but her natural curiosity quickly taking over.</s> <\|message\|>Pamela Armellia Cruz Meister, Pamela Armellia and Lynda "Lyn" Hermit Location: Common Room Of course, that look wasn't pleasuring in the very least and it made Cruz think about what kind of tests and experiments she wanted to perform on him. But as he was going to ask, Pamela came forward to interrupt and do a scandal. In her mind, she needed one. "Whoa whoa whoa, hey hey hey, hold on! Performing tests on him? He's not your lab rat! And plus, I don't think that your intentions are good in a single bit!", she said, taking front. "Hey... Pamela? I don't think that you know, but she isn't the kind of person that likes to be disturbed...", he said. But she wasn't going to give attention to him. Not when she was doing something that the paparazzi would come and take photos to publish on the journals. After all, every worldwide diva makes a scandal here and there, so why she wouldn't make one? Lyn sighed. All that scene just proved that Pamela was an idiot and that the level of respect between them was going to be really small. Lynda isn't the kind of person that likes the weak. She just has a friendly acquaintance with Cruz because of who he is. She never saw his power directly, but she had expectations.. "I'm heading to the classroom. You coming, Cruz?", she said. "I guess I'm kinda in trouble here, so I'll go later...", he said. "Hey, no going in class until I take some answers out of this girl!", Pamela butted in. With a face of diappointment, Lyn left the common room towards the classroom, leaving Cruz and Pamela behind.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan recieved his bracer and didn't even flinch when the painful magic was inserted into him. The bracer turned somewhat crimson. His head snapped towards Meruin when he heard experiments. He glided over to Slick, Cruz, and Meruin and barely restrained a grin. "Did someone say, experi– I mean tests! Tests, not experiments. Experiment implies pain." He muttered to himself that last part.</s> <\|message\|>Deus Ira Deus watched as the Bracer was inserted into him. He didn't feel any pain, he began to laugh. He was already used to this kind of pain, but worst. He walked up to Agni seeing as how Cruz and He had arrived at the same time. 'Agni...He really interests me.' He looked at Agni for a long time before he began to speak. "Hello Agni we meet again at last. My name is Deus if you didn't hear me before, the one who had that little skirmish with you yesterday. So how are you doing?" Deus was extremely interested in him, not in the experimental way but the way that he would like to know about him.</s> <\|message\|>Pamela Armellia Agni Blackheart Location: Common Room As he was leaving the common room, a dialogue against his will started. While reading the Word of Hatred, Agni simply moved his eyes looked at the person who was talking to him. The question that Deus asked made Agni know that he wanted to make some kind of friendship or another thing. However, he was just cold as he ever is to answer. "... Why do you even ask? If you are expecting any sweet answer from me, throw those hopes in the trash. I don't believe in the slightest that you care about how I'm feeling and how I am now.", he said, walking towards the exit. But before leaving, he closed the Word of Hatred, looked forward and spoke one last thing. "... You all are liars. More of those people who use masks to hide what they really feel. I don't have reasons to be speaking with people that prefer to fake happiness instead of throwing out the hatred they feel. After all, inside of your tiny little heart... You. Hate. Me.", he said. After that, he opened his grimoire once more and finally left the room.</s> <\|message\|>Deus Ira Deus scratched his head and then put on a serious face. 'Liars huh, that word resembles everyone including you.... Lies are what shapes us, at the end of the day we are just human, nothing else....Our hearts can rot, all that matters is what we believe in..' Deus thought, his thoughts weren't in order more like Disarray, that's why everything he thought was unclear, he didn't even know what he was thinking. 'A dark aura, surrounded by loneliness and hatred...He must have gone through a lot.' He walked around the common room for some time. He noticed Marcus and walked to him. "Hey Marcus, you alright now, that was a pretty good fight out there, all you need is training and you'll master that power if yours, Anyways how are you feeling?"</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy Meruin frowned. "I assure you, whatever my intent, what I have planned may benefit the both of us," she stated. She gave a questioning look to Cruz. "I'm afraid she's an unfamiliar face to me, Mr. Cruz. Is she yours, or is she playing a joke on you too?" She was referring to her interaction earlier with Sol and Cornelia, but of course, neither of them knew that. "And yes, Ryan. I offered to preform a few . . . tests for Mr. Cruz, not on. I'm quite generous, aren't I?" said Meruin in an awkward attempt to make her offer seem better.</s> <\|message\|>Pamela Armellia @floodtalon Cruz Meister and Pamela Armellia Location: Common Room Cruz looked at Pamela and looked back at Meruin. "Uhh... how am I supposed to answer that? Let's see... well, she's just a firend I met here in the academy.", he said. Inside her own space, Pamela was heartbroken for hearing that, but she still stood up for him. "A-Anyway, you totally changed the phrase! Now you said for, when in a moment ago you said on! And what's this about benefit both of you?! I don't see ANY benefit in this thing for him!", she said, angry.</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy "Are you making this difficult on purpose?" stated Meruin bluntly. The girl was starting to get on her nerves, mostly because she was very loud. "This is a matter between me and Mr. Cruz, if you want to get involved, I will not stop you, but kindly have the sense of grace to at least be polite and tone down your volume, otherwise I will disregard everything you have to say."</s>	<\|message\|>Elizabeth Moon. Liz for short Liz chuckled and took a seat on the floor in the corner beside her "What kind of classes, well I guess its split into 3 main types. Fitness classes like gym and such, Magic classes to help us refine our magic skills and finally academic classes like math and other languages." She paused "However, you don't really have to go to all of them just enough. For example someone like Meruin over there might not go to the fitness classes as much but makes up for it with going to the other two types where as I would likely skip basic classes and just focus on fitness and magic." Liz finally explained "Does that make sense?"</s>
<\|description\|>Elizabeth Moon. Liz for short @JELDare Photo: Age: 19 Gender: Female Abilities: Able to transform her body into a body of water. In this form she can control bodies of water without spells at all and at faster speed then most specialized water mages. This mastery of the water element does have some weaknesses. She can not control any magic until she turns into her water form which requires a chant for focus. In her water form she is also weak to certain elements like ice and lightning in exchange for a large resistance to physical attackers. How you could work in a team: A mix of most elements in a team. In her water form she can use water both offensively in the form of whips and concentrated water blasts and defensively by creating high pressure water barriers that would slash flesh which would make contact with it. Liz can also be a decent front line defensive against physical attackers who can do little damage but would not be able to take this role against element attackers. Personality: Cheerful and outgoing most of the time, Liz tries to talk and get along with everyone she meets though has given up with some people or those who have upset people she cares about. She is also quite hard working on her magic training trying to work on her water control most of the time. History: Grew up on a small isolated island somewhere out in the ocean, she never reveals quite where when people asks. The people on the island saw how Liz had at a young age had a strong connection to magic, back then she could use all the main elements of magic though she was always strongest at water. Though one day something changed when the village did something to her permanently sealing away all other elemental magic apart from water and giving her the new form she can enter. There is more to it but I don't want to go into it right now. Other: Shes left handed and loves chocolate.</s> <\|message\|>Elza Elza blinked rapidly and looked around curiously, random teleportation okay then. "I guess that means we've started. Guess we should find someone to beat up, I can cloak us in darkness, then if we stick to the shadow's we'll be invisible." Elza offered while readying her scythe. She had to admit she was somewhat excited for this.</s> <\|message\|>Slick Sloth Zairos III "Allow me to help you Eris. I can tank magic damage with my scales, but I'm not a amazing in combat, so I couldn't be upfront."</s> <\|message\|>Charlie M-Oni Charlie watches them "what would you like me to do?.. like I said I can do any role thanks to my summoning power" he says "though I need to know what because the strongest equipment I can summon normally takes a lot out of me for a little bit, so best know what I need to do so I can bring it out before" he states, looking between his team mates.</s> <\|message\|>Slick Sloth Zairos III @The ghost in black@Vec Slick looked around, they were at the lowest point on the island, therefore the most vulnerable. "Guys, we should make a base, or at least somewhere. Otherwise, we're gonna be picked off easily."</s> <\|message\|>Lucy Hart Tony raised an eyebrow, "none? Absolutely none? I mean, by defensive spells are great, but what you're saying is that we're untouchable? If your defensive spells are that strong then let Lucy, Ryan, and I do the attacking while you make sure nothing hits us. Lucy can disappear, and not only disappear, but become untraceable. That means she can go spy on other teams for us or sabotage them. Who do you think is going to be the most dangerous team for us? Marcus' or Slick's?" Tony slashed the air and commanded, "apertus!" This made a small pocket of space open up for him and he reached in and pulled out his spellbook. He put his hand on Lucy's shoulder and began chanting. A magic circle appeared under both of them. "Since everyone here has very destructive powers, I gave you a temporary physical buff. You'll be a lot faster, stronger, and more durable than normal." Lucy nodded, making a fist, then she grinned. "Sweet."</s> <\|message\|>Pamela Armellia Cruz Meister, Pamela Armellia and Lynda "Lyn" Hermit Location: Town Center After being teleported, Cruz looked around while doing his analysis with his power. "Oho, now that's something. What are you doing now?", Lyn asked to him. "I'm analyzing our surroundings. By now, all that I can say is that the teams aren't so far from each other.", he said, still analyzing everything. "Oooh, that's not good! Is the team with that girl that wants to test you near us?", Pamela asked, worried. "Call it as luck as you want, but they aren't so near. Yet they aren't so far.", he said. --- Agni Blackheart Location: Town Center The teleportation was fast. As the process ended, Agni finally released his arm off from Elza's grip. After that, he walked towards a direction. "... I don't know what you'll be doing, but I'm going after someone. I aim him since the teams were formed. If any of you touch him, I'll bring you down to hell and I don't care if you're from my team or not.", he said. After that, he walked towards a direction. Agni wanted to bring Cruz down with his own hands and he wasn't going to let anyone get in his way.</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy @floodtalon Meruin frowned. "Oh, wait, there is a small problem. The spell that prevents any attacks from being effective also affects us, me included. So long as I use it, when I mean no one can attack, I mean that quite literally." The small mage closed her eyes and looked about. She extended her conscioussness to everywhere around them. It was the start of the match and luckyily, no one had thought to conceal themselves yet, so she could sense their energies easily. Now, let's see if she can't make anyone squirm for a bit . . . "Tony, Ryan and . . . Lucy, correct? I feel like I want to make things a little more interesting for everyone," said Meruin, the equivalent of a devilish smirk on her otherwise unexpressive face. "Guard me, just in case anyone approaches." Meruin began chanting. ---- NUMBER OF POSTS UNTIL SPELL GOES OFF: 23 - @MagusDream @JELDare @olcharlieboi @Eklispe @The ghost in black@Vec @Slendy@BranchOfSin @ScorpionLantern @Shikaru @Dash375</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan smiled as he felt power flow through him. "I suggest we just walk. It's highly likely that someone will come to us, so let's dictate the battlefield. If we want to go on the offensive we should go after Marcus and his team. He will be more annoying to go fight, so why not get him out of the way first?" Ryan suggested with a shrug. He then thought for another moment. "If we really wanted to we could just have Meruin use the equivalent of a magical nuke though. That would be a lot simpler."</s> <\|message\|>Slick Sloth Zairos III Slick felt the change in the wind. "Something's happened, there's a magic distill in the air."</s> <\|message\|>Tony Hart Tony and Lucy took a defensive position on either side of Meruin. Well actually, people would only be able to see or sense Tony, Lucy was completely erased from the world. A appeared under Tony, he crossed his arms. "So what is it then? Are we attacking or defending? If his team comes to us I can deal with the rest of them while you take out Marcus." @TheHangedMan</s> <\|message\|>Charlie M-Oni Charlie looks to slick ".....hm.. alright" he opens his palm as four rings appear in it "each take a ring" he says "... these will help protect against anything that might be non-phyiscal magic.. which Is probably what's in the air" he states. @JELDare @Vec @The ghost in black</s> <\|message\|>Deus Ira Deus Deus put up a grin. It seemed that Meruin was about to activate a Major Spell. He put his hand on Marcus, then lastly and definitely least, Cornelia. "I just gave you guys the Abilty to Manipulate Wind, this will make you extremely fast and of course allow you to control Wind at it's fullest." Deus began to chant Latin words as a small black hole appeared in both of his hands. "Can yoy guys cover me, meanwhile I attempt to activate an Ability to stop whatever it is that Meruin is chanting?" Deus asked. Cornelia Cornelia felt power course through her body as Deus implanted the ability to control Wind into her. She felt faster, and that was saying alot. Her Enhanced Speed plus the Wind buff would make her extremely fast. "Fine, Dear Brother, I shall defend you for now, I'll kill you later." Cornelia said as transparent wires began to emerge from inside her body, at the end of the wires there were Knives attached.</s> <\|message\|>Slick Sloth Zairos III "Thanks Charlie" Slick said grabbing and putting on a ring. "Now which way do we head?"</s> <\|message\|>Alexander Faulkner Alex agreed with Slick, but not because he thought they would be picked off easily by the other teams. "Well, the other teams, if they are competent at all, will have already started moving. Us sitting here, chatting won't help us in winning this" he told the others. "What's mo-" he was cut off by the sudden increase in the magnitude of the electromagnetic field surrounding the island. He shot a glance at the others and they seemed to have also noticed this change in the air. Then Charlie suddenly summoned four rings, keeping one for himself and distributing the rest to the other three. "Judging by the magnitude, there are few people enrolled in the academy that could cast such a spell. I'd say it was probably Arcadios or Meruin. If its the latter then are you sure these rings will be enough to protect us from her attack, presuming it is an attack that is and not something else entirely..."</s> <\|message\|>Eris Phyre Lyndwyrm @Vec@JELDare "Thanks" Eris said as she took the ring and slipped it on then brought up a shield of light "ok me and you will be the vanguard while Charlie and Alex play defence I'll take care of physical attacks if that is fine with you guys" she said before she jumped up on a roof to survey the area dousing her presence while she was up there.</s> <\|message\|>Slick Sloth Zairos III Slick smiled, magic tank is want I was made for, he thought. My plan to beat the student council snobs is almost done.</s> <\|message\|>Elizabeth Moon. Liz for short Liz felt a pain when Deus tried to give her wind powers as Euphie and her own body plain out rejected them causing her to fall onto one knee for a second as her body went limb "I thought I told you my body litterally can not do magic." She huffed getting annoyed at now Deus and Marcus but put it aside as she took on her water elemental form "But if you want protection, then a few water barriers should help." She shrugged and formed a sphere of water around Dues before making more each slightly bigger and encompassing the last sphere "Marcus, new girl. Go guard the perimiter, if you encouter someone pull them away from this location or get away safely till Deus is done." Liz ordered becoming more serious now a fight was begining just like her fight with Marcus.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan looked around as he felt several people getting ready. " We defend. If Marcus comes after us then I shall annihilate him." Ryan began floating in the air as water fell off of him and crept towards the trees. It began forming a net in between all the trees and started to freeze into ultra durable ice. "Lucy, if you could could you begin patrolling the area 200 meters around us? I would greatly appreciate a quick report when you see an enemy team coming." Ryan continued to float as the water stopped coming off of him and he instead began erecting barriers of earth around Meruin and in various other spots so he could bluff people.</s> <\|message\|>Marcus Gracy "Hmmmmm protect or Fight..... Liz can I please fight! I promise to go straight after Meruin." He begged and pleaded. "Please I'll owe you another one if you let me." Marcus could wait. A full out rumble of brains and bronze. Hopefully nothing comes back in bites him in the ass during one of his battles. But telling from what happened to Marcus in the last fight he had, he won't be having a happy ending this time.</s> <\|message\|>Lucy Hart Lucy took off, not that anyone could notice. She noticed one girl on a roof, and the groups were still talking. No one had started fighting yet. She got the feeling that they were all coming for their team for some reason. Lucy also saw those rings, she told herself to remember that, it was probably important.</s> <\|message\|>Deus Ira Deus Deus sighed. What was the point of activating his ability, if he didn't even know what she was going to do. He deactivated the black holes, and sat down. Fire, and Water began to emerge from Deus's body. In a second's notice the Fire covered his whole body, just like a Human Torch. The water enveloped his feet and fists. His eyes became as Red as the red moon. He looked at Liz. "Liz! Release the barriers please." Deus said. Cornelia Cornelia began running forward, seeing as how Deus wouldn't need anymore help. She didn't plan on giving him help. She lunged at Liz, knowing that she was on her team. She wanted to piss Deus off more. Being careful, seeing as how must things would have just gone through her, she Summoned a lighting rod, using her Subjective Reality ability: Omnificence. As she struck her she quickly retreated. Seeing as how this was a battle, she guessed that injuries would be counted as an accident.</s> <\|message\|>Elza Elza walked backwards alongside Agni keeping up the conversation, "That seems kind of silly, besides I don't even think you know how to get to Hell. No one i've meet does anyway." she said and then began thinking about it a little harder, "Hmmmm, I wonder if theres like a map or something..." Elza said letting the sentence trail off as she put some actul thought into while she walked alongside Agni. --- @xXSINXx Sol warped the room closed and looked towards town suspicously, some serious magic was being preped, it felt suspicously.... Meruiny. He walked into the school and was about to walk out when he noticed two poeple standing around akwardly talking, he called out, "Hey, feels like there's going to a pretty sweet lightshow in town in not to much longer, care to come up with me?" he asked the two standing right before the stairway to the top of the building.</s>	<\|message\|>Elizabeth Moon. Liz for short Liz nodded "Sure thing De..GAAAH" She shouted out in pain as the electrcity ran through her water body shocking to her very soul, destroying her water body without any quick signs of it reforming which could possibly be inferred that the blow had killed her off unable to reform a body anymore. Though just like Liz was trying to do before she was attacked the barriers all fell down leaving Deus able to do his attack now.</s>
<\|description\|>Elizabeth Moon. Liz for short @JELDare Photo: Age: 19 Gender: Female Abilities: Able to transform her body into a body of water. In this form she can control bodies of water without spells at all and at faster speed then most specialized water mages. This mastery of the water element does have some weaknesses. She can not control any magic until she turns into her water form which requires a chant for focus. In her water form she is also weak to certain elements like ice and lightning in exchange for a large resistance to physical attackers. How you could work in a team: A mix of most elements in a team. In her water form she can use water both offensively in the form of whips and concentrated water blasts and defensively by creating high pressure water barriers that would slash flesh which would make contact with it. Liz can also be a decent front line defensive against physical attackers who can do little damage but would not be able to take this role against element attackers. Personality: Cheerful and outgoing most of the time, Liz tries to talk and get along with everyone she meets though has given up with some people or those who have upset people she cares about. She is also quite hard working on her magic training trying to work on her water control most of the time. History: Grew up on a small isolated island somewhere out in the ocean, she never reveals quite where when people asks. The people on the island saw how Liz had at a young age had a strong connection to magic, back then she could use all the main elements of magic though she was always strongest at water. Though one day something changed when the village did something to her permanently sealing away all other elemental magic apart from water and giving her the new form she can enter. There is more to it but I don't want to go into it right now. Other: Shes left handed and loves chocolate.</s> <\|message\|>Elza Elza looked around worriedly, it seemed that things were escalating exponentially. She had been storing power until she suddenly felt her hold on her magic vanish. She frowned and quickly moved through town until she was standing on one of the tallest buildings for a vantage point. It seemed far to much was going on right now, she would wait until the time was right to pick somebody off, after all there was no point in joining the chaos just to waste energy.</s> <\|message\|>Arcadius 'Magi' Innocenti When Agni and the Cerebus dissapeared Arcadius re-summoned his Grimore. He needed to take out as many of these mirror images of Meruin as possible. Before he could do anything major he'd need to re-gain some of his strength. Flipping through the arcanic pages he found the spell he needed to do so. "Restore: Drink of the Heavens!" He shouted, a medium sized glass container appeared full of blue-ish green liquid. It tasted like shit but it alleviated any and all mental fatigue with a few sips. He grasped it in his hand and drunk part of it down, he stored the rest in a pouch in his robe. Now, to take out a few of those mirror images. He flipped through the pages once more, having memorized over half of the Grimore all he needed to do was find the page. "Two-Sided Coin. Eliminate false truths, reveal the truth!" His eyes shone brightly for a few moments, he rose his staff up above his head and brought the bottom of it down with full force causing an indention and the ground to crack around it. This would not only destroy a few of the mirror images, it would also mess with any trap or illusionary magic in a decent radius of him. The ground around him began cracking, the cracks arcing out. Light shining from them, this was no normal light. This light would seek out traps and hidden things in it's area, anything not meant to be there or that was false it would destroy or damage. The light shone high into the sky, enveloping three of the mirror images and growing near two more. Once the spell was complete a few of the seemingly mindless mirror images would be destroyed. Posts 'Till Spell Goes Boom: 3</s> <\|message\|>Slick Sloth Zairos III "Eris." Slick had just seen Eris, since there was a pillar there before. "I can feel a new is magic being aimed. Ito find a safe place and hide, I'll explain later." @The ghost in black @Zetsuko</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy The clones continued chanting. To call them 'clones' however was not doing justice to what they really were. It woule be more accurate to call them 'lesser Meruins' - they were not false, and their very existance managed to trick the world. By the definition of reality, they were definitely 'real'. If they were fakes, then none of them would have the ability to cast a spell. Meruin stared at the giant wave of nullification coming at her. She glanced at Ryan and Deus, hoping that Ryan would be able to take care of himself. Meruin promptly swapped places with one of her clones, which summoned another clone. Initially, the two of them were preparing a spell, however, upon seeing the situation, Meruin had changed their instructions: she overloaded their spells, causing a respectable explosion near Dues. @Slendy @DaDrummer676 Meruin paused. Suddenly, all the spells of her clones were disabled, and her swords shook before shattering. She looked at a falling Ryan from a distance and her eyes narrowed. She knew logically speaking that none of them would be hurt after this but . . . for some reason, she was now feeling incredibly annoyed. For a second, she even briefly considered using her Grimoire, but then dismissed the idea. There was no need to get serious just for this. She flew back towards Marcus and Ryan at a slow speed, and chanted a spell which caused a platform of wind to catch Ryan. "Tony, Lucy!" she shouted. "If you can hear me, I will leave you two to deal with the others. Leave these two to me." For now, Meruin would ignore everyone else. There was no need to get serious in this match but . . . she would have to be strict with these two. The others, she will deal with in due time. Eventually, she faced both Deus and Marcus again. She stared at the both of them; Deus covered in a Negative Aura, Marcus with his darkened eyes and her expression went cold. Just like that boy, James Hunter from last year, they had crossed certain lines that she would rather they not. She only had one word to describe the two of them . . . "Pathetic"</s> <\|message\|>Elizabeth Moon. Liz for short "Well, I cant quite let you talk about my team like that now can I?" Liz's voice appeared around Meruin as she formed a new body to stand behind Meruin "Hey~ Seems you are quite popular and for good reason. Sorry but my teams going to probably all take you down now." She shrugged "I hate to admit it but I have been looking forward to dance with you for over 10 years as you are someone I have to overcome to beat Chase." Liz gave a grin switching her mind into combat mode now as she could not afford to take Meruin lightly as she started be creating multiple water clones to attack Meruin with a barrage of water blades.</s> <\|message\|>Deus Ira Deus got blown away by the explosion, but not before he heard what Meruin had said to the both of them. "Pathetic". This infuriated Deus, he had been called pathetic his whole life, by his father Merlinus and His mother. He hated that word, it made him feel useless, that he couldn't save anyone, a tear was shed. The explosion blew Deus away, but not before he used Aura Constructs to enhance his Aura and make it as strong as Tungsten Carbide. He began to walk towards Meruin slowly. "Pathetic? You think this is pathetic. How should you know what Pathetic is Princess? I don't see you came from a familiy where the only way to survive was to use this power you call Pathetic... You had a master to teach you the difference between right and wrong am I right? Well I didn't have one, I killed him! Do you know how that was for me?! You have no right to call me Pathetic!" Deus's power was growing exponentially. He ordered Leviathan and Beelzebub to attack her, as A tiny Magic Circle glowing white with the insignia of Merlin began to grow in size on top of Deus head. "I am tired, sick and Tired of people calling me Pathetic without even knowing how my life was!" Deus was now completely overtaken by the Darkness, it would be difficult to stop him now. Nothing he said made sense, he was Saddened and Angered. But, he let out a soft voice. 'Please....Save...me..' No one ever saved Deus before, he wanted to be saved from the wretched pit of Tartarus.</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy @Dash375 @Slendy Meruin clicked her tongue. Liz was going to be a problem, especially if she brought out Euphie. Just Deus or Marcus was already a tall order, but the arrival of their third member made things exponentially more difficult. As soon as the Liz attacked, Meruin responded. Drawing a rune in the air, several bolts of lightning came down. There were three for every clone, and the heat from them flash-fried them. The small mage went a few spaces backwards. Normally, she would creat barriers at this point, but with Marcus around, that would be useless. As the Leviathan and Beelzebub attacked her, two small magic books appeared in the space in front of Meruin. They opened up in front of them and they rammed into the books, which closed in on them, attempting to suck them in and seal them. Meruin glanced at Marcus. He was building up a lot of power. Meruin was taken aback as Marcus spoke, raving about his life. She was even more so upon seeing the tear run down his face. Killing his Master . . . . ? Not even in a million years could Meruin imagine doing the same to her own. But . . . none of that matters, does it? "Your experiences make up who you are, that is true. Your situation, it's worse than mine. It's infinitely worse than mine, in fact, but I can relate to you, believe me, I can . . ." said Meruin softly, "however no knows about your life, no one cares about your life until you let them. There are no signs that tell us what you've lived through, so how are they suppose to judge you? They see how you are now, and that is what matters! "What do you think I am seeing right now Deus? I will tell you: Marcus, who has given up himself for power, and you, who is willingly let his power control him, instead of the other way around! What else am I suppose to call this scene other than pathetic!?" The small mage rarely raised her voice, but she made an exception for the man in front of her. "A battle of spells against a shadow of a person is not worth my time, so get this pathetic thing in front of me out of the way and bring out the true Deus!" With that final declaration, Meruin's mind worked rapidly as she considered her next move in the few seconds of thought she was alloted. 'Three people: Water, Negation, Darkness. Liz, Marcus, Deus. Under what part of the Four Aeons did they fall under respectively? Creation, Void and Void again. I can counter Liz's Creation with Destrcution, but how can I bring Existence to my side to counter a double Void? Something they can't devour, something too big for them. Spells, concepts, what concept is permanent enough? A large Existence concept. No, a counter concept? Against Deus, yes, but how about Marcus? What can - yes, contradictory concepts, that would be perfect. Meruin drew into the air, and several barriers and shields formed, and drew several runes on herself as well. Meanwhile, she was chanting a spell - one of her favorites, and one of the first spells Master Reina taught her.</s> <\|message\|>Pamela Armellia Cruz Meister, Pamela Armellia and Lynda "Lyn" Hermit Location: Town Center Grounds @The ghost in black They were far from the othera, hiding in back of a building. The 3 were left a little renderless after Arcadius left. "I think we're safe... for now.", he said. "This is getting us nowhere. From time to time, se have to evade countless amount of shit going through. What was supposed to be a fight became a hell of a war.", Lyn said. "The air... it's really hot... I'm really tired thanks to it...", Pamela said. Cruz knew that both were right. He looked around and saw Slick and Eris. He noticed that hands were going at them. "Look, right there. Slick and that girl are really cornered.", he said. "Should we help them?", Pamela asked. "Let's wait a little more. If things get drastic, we jump.", Lyn commented. Both nodded to her and then they kept watching.</s> <\|message\|>Deus Ira Deus began to emanate an Evil Aura that if taken lightly, you could be consumed by it. A Dark Flame and A Purple Flame appeared in each of Deus's hands. The Flames were the purgatory flames of Hell, able to burn anything. He began to shoot a barrage of the flames at Meruin. "Shut Up, Shut Up, Shut Up! I don't wanna hear it anymore! Me, Pathetic..Ha..Hahaha!" Deus stopped attacking, his soul had been almost completely taken over. He looked at Meruin, with his eyes filled with nothing but Darkness. "Hello There Mage, I don't believe we have met before. My name is Lucificus, I have been Imprisoned in this Boy's body for eternity, all because of that Dammed Merlin! It all began the day this wretched boy was born." Lucificus looked at his surroundings, A boy consumed by Darkness, A girl with outstanding Magic Control and another girl that appeared to be a water elemental. The white magic circle grew bigger, and began to envelop Deus (Lucificus), and binded him in place. "Damm Merlin, Even dead he continues to pester me...I'll see you all soon..." The white Magic Circle disappeared, along with Lucificus and the Dark Aura surrounding Deus. Deus began to free fall from the sky.</s>	<\|message\|>Elizabeth Moon. Liz for short Liz watched Meruin talk as she easily got rid of her clones and was obviously pondering a new way to beat all three of them "Heh, if you think you know everything about me now Meruin you forget I had 10 years myself to try and get myself stronger. I can almost read your mind on this one, to beat me you plan to use the same Arcana Chase uses, destruction!" A smirk came on the girls face as it transitioned from water back to her normal solid body. She took off her jacket she had kept on the whole time during her fights so far revealing the water seal she had 10 years ago and now 3 new seals could be seen on her back "Terra that holds this planet together grant me your strength!" Liz shouted and the blue water seal turned grey like the other 3 seals on her back and instead the seal on her right shoulder turned from grey to an orange colour. Quickly her body started to transform but unlike normally where it would turn to water it instead turned to a body made of rocks "Get it?" She spoke her voice not matching her now earth body at all "I will just keep swapping if you try and counter me with a specific arcana!" Liz shouted and summoned a large amount of rocks from the ground and threw them at Meruin not showing any mercy while at the same time sending a platform to catch Deus and lower him to the ground.</s>
<\|description\|>Elizabeth Moon. Liz for short @JELDare Photo: Age: 19 Gender: Female Abilities: Able to transform her body into a body of water. In this form she can control bodies of water without spells at all and at faster speed then most specialized water mages. This mastery of the water element does have some weaknesses. She can not control any magic until she turns into her water form which requires a chant for focus. In her water form she is also weak to certain elements like ice and lightning in exchange for a large resistance to physical attackers. How you could work in a team: A mix of most elements in a team. In her water form she can use water both offensively in the form of whips and concentrated water blasts and defensively by creating high pressure water barriers that would slash flesh which would make contact with it. Liz can also be a decent front line defensive against physical attackers who can do little damage but would not be able to take this role against element attackers. Personality: Cheerful and outgoing most of the time, Liz tries to talk and get along with everyone she meets though has given up with some people or those who have upset people she cares about. She is also quite hard working on her magic training trying to work on her water control most of the time. History: Grew up on a small isolated island somewhere out in the ocean, she never reveals quite where when people asks. The people on the island saw how Liz had at a young age had a strong connection to magic, back then she could use all the main elements of magic though she was always strongest at water. Though one day something changed when the village did something to her permanently sealing away all other elemental magic apart from water and giving her the new form she can enter. There is more to it but I don't want to go into it right now. Other: Shes left handed and loves chocolate.</s> <\|message\|>Deus Ira Deus began to emanate an Evil Aura that if taken lightly, you could be consumed by it. A Dark Flame and A Purple Flame appeared in each of Deus's hands. The Flames were the purgatory flames of Hell, able to burn anything. He began to shoot a barrage of the flames at Meruin. "Shut Up, Shut Up, Shut Up! I don't wanna hear it anymore! Me, Pathetic..Ha..Hahaha!" Deus stopped attacking, his soul had been almost completely taken over. He looked at Meruin, with his eyes filled with nothing but Darkness. "Hello There Mage, I don't believe we have met before. My name is Lucificus, I have been Imprisoned in this Boy's body for eternity, all because of that Dammed Merlin! It all began the day this wretched boy was born." Lucificus looked at his surroundings, A boy consumed by Darkness, A girl with outstanding Magic Control and another girl that appeared to be a water elemental. The white magic circle grew bigger, and began to envelop Deus (Lucificus), and binded him in place. "Damm Merlin, Even dead he continues to pester me...I'll see you all soon..." The white Magic Circle disappeared, along with Lucificus and the Dark Aura surrounding Deus. Deus began to free fall from the sky.</s> <\|message\|>Elizabeth Moon. Liz for short Liz watched Meruin talk as she easily got rid of her clones and was obviously pondering a new way to beat all three of them "Heh, if you think you know everything about me now Meruin you forget I had 10 years myself to try and get myself stronger. I can almost read your mind on this one, to beat me you plan to use the same Arcana Chase uses, destruction!" A smirk came on the girls face as it transitioned from water back to her normal solid body. She took off her jacket she had kept on the whole time during her fights so far revealing the water seal she had 10 years ago and now 3 new seals could be seen on her back "Terra that holds this planet together grant me your strength!" Liz shouted and the blue water seal turned grey like the other 3 seals on her back and instead the seal on her right shoulder turned from grey to an orange colour. Quickly her body started to transform but unlike normally where it would turn to water it instead turned to a body made of rocks "Get it?" She spoke her voice not matching her now earth body at all "I will just keep swapping if you try and counter me with a specific arcana!" Liz shouted and summoned a large amount of rocks from the ground and threw them at Meruin not showing any mercy while at the same time sending a platform to catch Deus and lower him to the ground.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan landed on the platform of air and sighed. "I must end this. This has gone too far. Grimoire Deactivate." Ryan deactivated The Fool as he looked up in the sky. He flashed his aura and saw it was mostly fine. He got up and created a platform of water. Deus landed on it and it quickly enveloped him. "Drown." He increased the water pressure in the bubble in an attempt to kill him. observed Liz and shook his head. He created more water bubbles and shot Liz with them. If they hit they would freeze and start expanding. then looked at Meruin. "Meruin, we need to end this. Everyone is going out of control, and I opened up the Gates of Hell for a bit. If this continues, we may scar our souls." Soul scarring was one of the worst possibilities for any mage. If a soul was scarred then their power would be crippled forever, even in death.</s> <\|message\|>Marcus Gracy "Meruin." Marcus looked at the young girl. "At some point you'll be weakened to a level you thought to be impossible. In the end you'll have to die or choose a path that you regret taking in the future." He pointed his index finger at Meruin. Having the same lifeless look in his eyes. "Besides. Don't act like we're different from yourself or anyone else. Everyone has a bad side ,some can compress it, some can't. Not every heart is pure." Marcus took a deep breath as a bunch of wind was sucked into the tip of his finger and was released within seconds. A countless number of wind shot at Meruin as if they were bullets. "....Liz.... move. You're important to me but I'll not reframe from firing upon my oppent to save you. He said although he had already fired the countless number of wind bullets at Meruin.</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy The boulders Liz threw at her got caught in the air by Meruin's barriers, and were promptly shot back at her. Meruin unleashed her spell, which took the form of a sheep that floated around her. She stared in amazement at the seals of Liz. "That's . . . I am impressed Liz," she said, genuinely astonished. "Sealing multiple elementals into yourself? I'll admit that this is the first time I've ever seen something like this! I can see that you've been busy over the years. Don't think that it will make it any less harder for you to defeat me though." She drew more runes in the air, and several bolts of lightning came down at Liz. Rock or water would not suffice for a defense - the rock would burst into pieces while the water would boil into air. Her eyes went wide as a bubble of water appeared around Marcus. "Ryan! He's already unconsious, leave him," she said, "and can you not shut the Gates? The situation is not as urgent as you think. I can do something about this, I just need time." Meruin listened to Marcus as he spoke, and frowned. "It seems that everyone here is bent on making me talk a lot today," she muttered, even as she prepared to respond. The barriers of Meruin held fast as they were bombareded with bullets made of wind. "The one's who can't repress their own evils are, again, pathetic, Marcus," stated Meruin calmly. "Saying you can't is an excuse that the weak make to feel better about themselves, and besides, I make no claims to being pure - I have my own flaws, but what makes different from you is that I can stop myself from being dominated by them." "And Marcus, if ever there comes a time where I should have to choose between death and regret, I would choose death every single time." Meruin brought out another magic book, ripping out a several pages from it that began to glow brightly. "Divine Purification Seals," she intoned. The pages folded themselves and came out looking like paper cranes, which launched themselves at Marcus.</s> <\|message\|>Tony Hart Tony sighed, it seemed as if Meruin had everything under control. The teen sat down on the ground and watched the battle unfold with his chin in his hand. He was a aware that there were other teams but this seemed to be the main fight. Lucy appeared from what seemed out of thin air and sat next to her brother. "We're going to have to train some more aren't we? she asked with a sigh. Tony nodded, "definitely."</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan nodded and left the Gates of Hell open. They continued sucking energy into them while Ryan released Deus. "I hope you have this under control. As of now this situation seems to be going FUBAR." He commented as he checked his power. He was at about half power at this point.</s> <\|message\|>Deus Ira A fuzzy and warm light filles the room. There were two people besides Deus, A man in a black Leather jacket, and another man wearing a white cloak with a cane. This was the crossroads of powers. Deus looked around himself. Once he saw the man in the jacket, which seriously needed to keep up with the "trend", he tool a big leap backwards. "Hello there Deus." Deus stares at the figure with a Blank Stare. "It's about time you told your old son who I am, Isn't Merlin? The other man walked forward and touched Deus's shoulder. "I believe it is Lucificus. Hello Deus, I am Merlin, your father. You may not remember much of me because I put a seal in your memories and powers, After all You were the only one who inherited My Magic after all. This man is Lucificus, an Ancient Demon, and one of the Demon Lords. I sealed him inside of you in hopes of you gaining control over him." "Which He never Will Merlin, Remember even you weren't able to control me, how could this child be able to control me?" "Quiet Lucificus, He won't be able to control you know but soon he will, I've seen his growth, and sooner than you think, he will be far stronger than me." Deus looked around himself again, as a blank stare spread across his face. He attempted to speak but was unable to. Merlin then proceeded to look at Deus. "My child, you have grown into a splendid man with a vivid Imagination, you've got nice friends to, such as that mage, she is powerful...It is nice to see that you are fitting in..One more thing before I leave, You will have to make a choice soon between darkness and light, and I won't be able to help you then...It was nice seeing you son. Come on Lucificus, let us go." "Already, But I want to know about this kid, he's an interesting one, You raised him well Merlin..Alright then let's go." Deus: Town Center Deus awoke to water. Literally he was in a buble of water and was about to pass out if he didn't wake up sooner. He was back to normal and he had his abilities back. He had to be quick on his feet, so he activated Projectile Body, as it was covered by an intense aura. He quickly broke free out of it and began to fly towards Meruin, he needed to tell her something.</s> <\|message\|>Alexander Faulkner ".........Ughhhhhh, why can't i figure out what she used to control those swords.....goddammit..." Alex shouted in frustration. All this time, he had been brainstorming, trying to find a way to disable her spell and completely missed all the chaos that had been ensuing around him, "Huh..What the..." Alex said when he realised that Meruin had completely ignored him and had proceeded to cast another spell, "Great, more Meruins. Just what kind of spell is she trying to cast that would need so many copies of her" Alex thought when suddenly, all of the Meruins dissapeared. Alex shot a glance back at the original Meruin and, surprisingly, the swords hovering above her head had also dissapeared "Oook, well that solves one problem...but now it seems we have another one" He was obviously referring to Marcus and Deus, who had apparently gone crazy. Alex stood up and turned towards his, now seemingly possesed, friends "I'm afraid I'll have to join Meruin on this one. The fact that you two let yourselves be consumed by your own powers speaks for itself. No matter how much one has gone through in their life, no matter if your goal in life is to exact vengence upon those who did you wron, falling into the abyss in exchange for power is the absolute worst thing one could do. You know why? Because you lose all sense of self, everything and everyone around you is an enemy. Then, after you destroy everything, when you come to your senses, you will have nothing. Do you understand what nothing is? Do you want to know what nothing is? I bet you don't, but I will give you a glimpse of it..." and with that there was sudden increase in the electromagnetic force fields around Alex, slowly building at first before circular shockwaves exploded outwards. Black mathematical symbols started appearing, flying around Alex, a strange dim green aura enveloping them. Alex raised his hands, his palms facing Marcus and Deus before bringing them together in front of his chest, as in a meditative position. "Arc of Numeracy: Nihil!" Alex shouted and instantly, Marcus would be stolen from his emotions. Well, stolen is not exactly it, more like, his emotions became nothing. What Alex had just done was to divide his emotions by zero, which in turn made the concept of emotions equal to nothing. What Marcus would feel would be something that could not be explained with mere words. Alex turned his attention to Meruin, "This spell isn't something I can keep for long. Quickly, put him out of his misery" he told her, already the signs of fatigue showing on the form of sweat dripping from his forehead. Maintaining the equation was tiring and Alex hoped for Meruin to be swift.</s>	<\|message\|>Elizabeth Moon. Liz for short Liz dodged the lightning bolts by sinking into the ground with her now earth body and letting the ground instead take the whole barrage before coming up "Eh, I will take you on another time Meruin, it wont be fun unless it is a 1 v 1 for us to settle who has gotten stongest over the 10 years." She turned back to her human form and walked to Tony "You though, lets fight for a while." She pointed and pulled out a knife not swapping to an elemental form yet to see what sort of stuff Tony could do.</s>
<\|description\|>Elizabeth Moon. Liz for short @JELDare Photo: Age: 19 Gender: Female Abilities: Able to transform her body into a body of water. In this form she can control bodies of water without spells at all and at faster speed then most specialized water mages. This mastery of the water element does have some weaknesses. She can not control any magic until she turns into her water form which requires a chant for focus. In her water form she is also weak to certain elements like ice and lightning in exchange for a large resistance to physical attackers. How you could work in a team: A mix of most elements in a team. In her water form she can use water both offensively in the form of whips and concentrated water blasts and defensively by creating high pressure water barriers that would slash flesh which would make contact with it. Liz can also be a decent front line defensive against physical attackers who can do little damage but would not be able to take this role against element attackers. Personality: Cheerful and outgoing most of the time, Liz tries to talk and get along with everyone she meets though has given up with some people or those who have upset people she cares about. She is also quite hard working on her magic training trying to work on her water control most of the time. History: Grew up on a small isolated island somewhere out in the ocean, she never reveals quite where when people asks. The people on the island saw how Liz had at a young age had a strong connection to magic, back then she could use all the main elements of magic though she was always strongest at water. Though one day something changed when the village did something to her permanently sealing away all other elemental magic apart from water and giving her the new form she can enter. There is more to it but I don't want to go into it right now. Other: Shes left handed and loves chocolate.</s> <\|message\|>Sol Sol eyebrows twitched irritably and he adjusted his swords. "Fun as your demonstration was are you actually going to end up teaching anything?" He had taken this class in the hope of perhaps learning something helpful but it looked like this idiot was just going to show off the whole time. Sol yawned pointedly, "Though by all means if you want to keep randomly abusing your students carry on." he said somewhat provocatively watching Marcus through one narrowed eye.</s> <\|message\|>Deus Ira Deus sighed at Meruin's unsightly appearance but was relieved when Elza put "clothes" on her. Deus looked at the transmutation circle in his hand, thinking about the Philosophers Stone. He was interested in it extremly. He waved good bye to every body and began to walk outside towards the Track and Field. Deus touched the grass remembering the Fight between him, Marcus and Tony. He knew that those two were getting stronger, he also needed to get stronger. At the rate Deus was going he was about to hit a wall. "Memories....Well time to get to work.." Deus' transmutation circle began to glow. "Ha....Golem Creation: Earth Golem!" Suddenly, a Giant Golem began to grow out of the ground. This Golem began to grow taller than the school. "Come On, Come On! Just a little bit more!" As the Golem increased in Size, Deus began to get weary and once he reached his limit, The Golem was destroyed making the huge chunks of Earth hit the ground, making a loud thud. "Dammitt!!! I still don't have enough power." Deus layed down on the tattered ground. Come on Dad, can't you show me what I'm doing wrong?</s> <\|message\|>Marcus Gracy "Yes I am. I just wanted to deal with the shady characters in this here story." Marcus answered Sol's question. This guy didn't seem like he was a school student. He even looked older than Marcus. "Okay now before I was so rudely interrupted...." Marcus continued looking at Sol. " while I was fighting are volunteers I paid close attention to the movement of the joints." Marcus knew that sounded weird but the students would understand more as the class progressed on. "I'm more of a hands on learning type of teacher so what I say may sound dumb as hell but just go with it students!" Marcus shouted putting a thumb up. It was a little late but Marcus noticed that this suspicious pirate guy (Sol) had swords. Marcus was positive that not everyone attending the class used fist to fight so a demonstration from a person who uses a weapon in close combat would be a good idea. Marcus walked towards Sol and stood right in front of him. "Excuse me pirate man! I know this is out of the blue but can you please demonstrate how you use your swords in a combat situation?"</s> <\|message\|>Sol Sol blinked surprised. Pirate? The only thing this guy had said so far that made sense way that he sounded like an idiot. None the less Marcus had asked a reasonable question. "Well, first off you paying attention to the movment of the joints doesn't matter if hardly anyone can see them," Sol said drawing his swords still irriated by this guy's "teaching" style, "This black sword is pretty cut and dry, hit things with it until they die. This other blade you may notice is rather strangely shaped, it is a sword designed to break other swords. Both the slit in the middle and the notches towards the hilt are designed to catch an opponent's blade and once you do a simple twist of the blade will snap it. Course since this is a magic school I tend to stick to using the black one as a focus." Sol explained putting away the sword-breaker. "Anyway many objects can be helpful for focusing magic through, so for example I can do this." Sol demonstrated by slicing forward and a powerful gust of wind swept forward. "Usually a physical motion can help enhance the power of a spell but it also gives away what you're doing. Strictly in a combat sense ideally a sword is the middle weapon, it doesn't have the power of an axe, the range of a spear, or the speed of a dagger. It simply mixes them into a fashion that allows it to combat any of these; of course the danger in using a sword lies primarily in the fact that if someone gets to close it becomes a hindrance. If you wanted something more practical I'm afraid I'd need someone to spar with." he finished explaining, the last comment towards Marcus</s> <\|message\|>Deus Ira Deus sighed as he appeared in the Gym. Had Marcus honestly not learned anything about people with swords, don't get into fights with them. Deus looked at the Students as it appeared that this was Marcus class, and once he overheard that they were going to have a sparring match he smiled. It had been sometime since he had sparred, he also wanted to see how good Marcus had gotten. Deus scratched his head. "About this Sparring Match, I want in too. Hopefully you haven't been slacking off huh, Marcus?" Deus said as he grabbed the sword from his back, and then proceeded to look at Sol, as he activated his Purple Aura and looked at his Aura, which allowed him to look at his Powers. Ho...Now this one is interesting.. He looked at Sol. "Hey You. What's your name? Mine's Deus."</s> <\|message\|>Sol Interesting, this should be amusing at the very least. "My name is Sol, Marcus I assume you are fine with us doing a little spar correct?" Sol said grinning and pulling out his swordbreaker, while he had no intention of attempting to break his foe's sword it could still be useful for wrecnching it out of his hands and besides, he prefered fighting with both of them. His single eye glinted as he viewed his opponent, yes, this fight should be intresting indeed. @Slendy</s> <\|message\|>Marcus Gracy "I guess I have time for a sparring match." Marcus said unbuttoning his suit and adjusting his clothing to were he could fight in a more relaxed tone. "Stand back students and prepare to witness a remarkable Battle." Marcus stood in a fighting position and closed his eyes. He opened them reviling his now cyan colored eyes. A sphere like gust of wind surrounded him and sprouted put spontaneously covering the whole gym. "Looks like you guys won't be using magic." He smiled knowing the sparring match was now leaning towards him. Since this Sol guy is a new opponent he hoped to catch him of gaurd with his speed and see how he'd coop with it. Marcus stepped forward and appeared directly in Sol's face. "Let the match begin!" He yelled as he threw a medium speed punch aimed for Sol's face. The punch can be dodge but if he decides to not move a powerful gust of wind would be impact his face and probably knock him a few feet back. If the attack was unsuccessful he'd just try his best to quickly go on the defensive.</s> <\|message\|>Deus Ira Deus took a Mental Note of Marcus's Speed. Deus then clapped his hands together and put them on the floor, making a large transmutation circle appear under his hands. Out of the ground he took out a Staff, a silver one. He then clapped his hands again making electricity flow through the staff. This was a different way of using Alchemy, Deus's way. He ran flash stepped towards Sol, he didn't intend to use his sword yet, he wanted to see how good he was. As he was about to hit Sol, Marcus appeared and Deus stepped back. Instead of attacking Sol, he attacked Marcus hitting him with the Electrified Staff. Marcus will either dodge this or resume attacking Sol, which means...</s> <\|message\|>Sol Sol stood there silently viewing his opponents. He had been prepared to deal with Marcus but it looked like the Dues fellow was doing it for him. He opted to simply take step back since they seemed busy dealing with each other, he would deal with threats as they came rather than wasting his energy. The gust of wind flew past him likly impacting into Dues and knocking him back. Sol held himself in a ready stance and waited to see what the next move would be. @BranchOfSin</s> <\|message\|>Elizabeth Moon. Liz for short Liz awoke from her bed. She had been given a single room to herself from this term onwards because of health issues she had started to suffer with. Getting up and getting dressed she headed down to the cafeteria and looked at the food that was on todays menu before taking a small selection and moving to sit on a table on her own away from the other students as she began to eat.</s> <\|message\|>Marcus Gracy Marcus dodge the staff by doing a back flip landing in a hand stand position behind Deus. "Damn it Deus! Marcus shouted while spinning on his hands causing a powerful wind in the shape of a tornado to form. Hopefully Marcus' spinning kick would land a blow on Deus' back. If the attack was successful or not Marcus would land back onto his feet and try to continue his assault on Sol by vanishing and aiming to kick Sol in the head when he reappeared.</s> <\|message\|>Deus Ira Deus smiled at Marcus's action. But he was ashamed that he had not learned to predict his opponents move, for what Deus was about to do, he would need to fix the Gym and Heal the students later. When Marcus had kicked him he made sure to stick the staff to the ground. Deus was sent flying as he took the hit, and once the Electric Field was within range of Sol and Marcus, he activated the Electric Field, making everything inside of it get electrocuted. Deus had never field tested the Technique, but there was a first for everything. This Technique had a 95/10% Accuracy, meaning it was sure to hit anything since. He began to unseath Kusanagi from the Red Cloth. Lets see what happens now, If Marcus negates this then I could use it as a distraction. It all depends on how he percieves Alchemy, whether as Magic or Science. I see it as Science Deus was in one knee, his back got wounded pretty badly.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan looked up as he felt a sudden surge of power. "God damn it Marcus." He looked towards everyone. "I have to deal with this quickly." He dissipated into the wind and reformed above Deus, Marcus, and Sol upside down on the ceiling. 'I'll make sure nobody tries to kill each other.' And so he began to observe and wait for inevitable destruction.</s> <\|message\|>Sol Sol frowned rapidly analyzing the situation. It had gotten out of hard rather quickly and was now threating students, he hadn't expected this. Sol quickly tapped his braclet containing the three of them in a battle cube to prevent damage to bystanders and made his move. It seemed Dues had somehow bypassed Marcus's magic nullifacation while Sol was still limited by it. It seemed incoming lighting was undogdeble in his current state, which left him with little option. Marcus attempted to surpise Sol with his speed but even under the pressure of the situation he was far to fast for an attack on the most mobile part of the body to work. He would've liked to retaliate in a more effective manner but he had to deal with Dues first. A risky manuvear but most likly highly effective, he first ducked under the kick while kicking Marcus's other leg hopefully bringing him to the ground then Sol hurled his sword breaker spinning into the air, the metal hopefully attracting or deflecting most of the lighting strikes that would otherwise strike him. Then Sol threw his pitch-black sword at Dues's chest to ensure that he would stop doing whatever he was doing. @Slendy</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy Meruin floated towards Liz, a tray of her own food floating next to her. She smiled in greeting. "Good morning, Liz. How are you feeling?" She felt a sudden spike of power that was familiar enough to be obvious who it was. "Marcus . . . and Deus . . . and is that Sol? Ryan is there too but . . ." The small mage shook her head. "It should probably not be of any concern."</s>	<\|message\|>Elizabeth Moon. Liz for short Liz turned her head and looked at Meruin who had walked over to her as she started to put away the pills she had been taking "Not bad." The girl spoke putting on a fake smile oblivious of the power going on in the fight outside as she resumed eating her food slowly "Learned anything new?" She asked between bites not wanting to give Meruin the chance to ask the obvious.</s>
<\|description\|>Elizabeth Moon. Liz for short @JELDare Photo: Age: 19 Gender: Female Abilities: Able to transform her body into a body of water. In this form she can control bodies of water without spells at all and at faster speed then most specialized water mages. This mastery of the water element does have some weaknesses. She can not control any magic until she turns into her water form which requires a chant for focus. In her water form she is also weak to certain elements like ice and lightning in exchange for a large resistance to physical attackers. How you could work in a team: A mix of most elements in a team. In her water form she can use water both offensively in the form of whips and concentrated water blasts and defensively by creating high pressure water barriers that would slash flesh which would make contact with it. Liz can also be a decent front line defensive against physical attackers who can do little damage but would not be able to take this role against element attackers. Personality: Cheerful and outgoing most of the time, Liz tries to talk and get along with everyone she meets though has given up with some people or those who have upset people she cares about. She is also quite hard working on her magic training trying to work on her water control most of the time. History: Grew up on a small isolated island somewhere out in the ocean, she never reveals quite where when people asks. The people on the island saw how Liz had at a young age had a strong connection to magic, back then she could use all the main elements of magic though she was always strongest at water. Though one day something changed when the village did something to her permanently sealing away all other elemental magic apart from water and giving her the new form she can enter. There is more to it but I don't want to go into it right now. Other: Shes left handed and loves chocolate.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan burst through the floor as he pulled out his sword. He landed in between Agni and Cruz and grimaced. "I'll repair that later." He took a hand off the sword and pulled out a small pistol from his pocket. No one ever expected him to use non magical weaponry. He began firing and walked forward slowly to try and push Agni out of the room. " You are not going to kill Mr Meister! Boo freaking hoo, you're mother died! Mine did too, grow up and deal with it!" He stopped firing and looked at Cruz. "I do believe your girlfriend will be coming to save you soon. Try not to slow her down." He looked back at Agni. "I heard the whole scenario. Have you stopped to consider that some other Meister somewhere in the world, killed her? Or maybe that when she said Meister, she wasn't talking about her killer?" He threw his gun to the side and he began glowing. "Either way, I don't care. Just walk away."</s> <\|message\|>Marcus Gracy Marcus listened as Sol explained how he uses his swords and applies magical abilities to spots that needed said magic. "Your pretty strong" He said after Sol had finished talking. Marcus' class was sort of an advisory class so it ended not to long after him and Sol's conversation. "So, why doesn't a powerful person like yourself have a rank in the council?" Marcus asked probably mowing the answer. The council has be shady the pass months and Ryan has been more of a disciplinary type of member. The council should disbanned or have a serious meeting about this but that'll be tough. For now Marcus is just gonna stay in the council and see how things play out for the group.</s> <\|message\|>Elizabeth Moon. Liz for short "Some people are not interested in being on the council." Liz responded to Marcus's question out of nowhere as she had finished her food and left the cafeteria to find out where the others were and had found Sol and Marcus so decided to chat with them "By the looks of you two I just missed a chance to spectate a fight, did you win?" She asked either of the boys in front of her.</s> <\|message\|>Sol Sol thought about it briefly. "Never felt the need I suppose. Not that advancing in rank couldn't be fun. If the opportunity comes up I certainly won't pass it by. It has been a bit droll lately." He turned to face Liz. "Indeed, more of a brawl but we were stopped just short of the fun starting by some council member, Ryan, I think, real pity that. Oh well suppose I have to find something else to do." He smiled mischievously, "Or perhaps make something to do." Sol said thoughtfully.</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy Meruin sat in front of a marble table just outside the cafeteria and close to where she and Deus had their conversation. A magic circle was drawn all over the entirety of the table, and glowing slightly. Meruin was opening up a channel over a ley-line to contact Master Reina and Lady Chase. She smiled inwardly. It had been far too long since she had last talked to them. In but a moment, the magic circle on the table flared to life, and two hazy screens floated in the air to Meruin's left and right. "Aah, Meruin, my dear apprentice, it's been awhile since you've contacted me. Is everything going well?" "Gyahaha~! Meruin, so nice of you to call me! Though I see you've also chosen to give Reina a little ring~ So, what is it you need, Little One~?" The new voices came from Meruins right and left respectively. Accompanying them was the live images of two people - a tall, silver haired woman, wore wore simple white long robes, whose hair reached past her heels and flowed across the floor; the other woman was comparatively short in height, and decked almost completely in golden articles of clothing, from the golden ribbons the tied the sides of her shoulder-length hair together in a braid, to the golden silk skirt adorned with designs that seemed to change with every angle. Despite the physical differences between the two, however, what was common between them was the unmistakable and oppressive aura of power that the two of them possessed. Although the people staring at Meruin through the screen were mere projections of women who were so far away, they weren't even in her dimension, the power of their aura reached across space time and flooded through Meruin's spell. Alone, this aura was already terrible to even the most veteran of mages, but together, it was downright suffocating. Meruin, however, was long prepared for this, thus the barriers around her kept her from collapsing like she did so many years ago. The same could not be said for the people around her. Students of all ages and abilities in an area of ten meters suddenly started dropping like flies, caught by surprise by the sudden air of oppressive power. Some were gasping for air, while others had simply passed out from exhaustion. Meruin furrowed her eyebrows. Unless asked, her Master and her masters rival were loathe to keep their aura's under control, and Meruin couldn't project a barrier big enough or strong enough to protect everyone around her. Such thoughts escaped her mind for the time being as she faced the two most important people in her life with a smile. "Greetings, Master Reina, Lady Chase; it has indeed been far too long," she said, bowing at the waist slightly. "I'm in good health, and things are going smoothly for me, however I'm in need of advice over a recent affair . . ."</s> <\|message\|>Sol Sol flinched as he felt a massive surge in power. One that was very famaliar, well two to be precise. "A moment please." he said excusing himself from the conversation and striding purposfully towards the source. Not hard to find at all since it was pratically suffocating from several rooms away. He had devolped a trick for this, although it had many more pratical applications then this. Sol warped the air around him forcing it to remain frozen in time. Thus when he walked into the room with Meruin and her master's the air around him was simply unaffected by thier aruas. Yet. "Pardon me" he said upon entering the room and quickly replicated the magic he had around himself and set it around the portals leaking the oppresive arua freeing the nearby students. "You should really be more careful about that Meruin, you could cause some serious damage if someone isn't expecting it. Hope you didn't mind me evasdropping until your finished?" Sol inquired. Of course the only reason his magic worked was because he wasn't contesting the master's power, he was simply delaying its effect. He was also curious to see just what Meruin had thought so important as to call Chase and Reina for.</s> <\|message\|>Slick Sloth Zairos III Slick began to dig a small hole with his shovel. He then proceeded to dig under the dorm.</s> <\|message\|>Pamela Armellia Cruz Meister, Agni Blackheart and Lynda "Lyn" Hermit Location: Room 102 "Why?! How can you be so blind?! Will you really defend him?!", Agni questioned. Ryan..., Cruz just thought about what Ryan had said back in the disasterous battle. Agni clenched his free fist and and grasped his scythe tightly. "If that's how it's going to be, I'll-", he said. But before he could even move, Agni felt a sharp pain that made him fall. It was a dark magic powered chop that Lyn used on his neck, hitting a nerve. "I hate when guys don't get the message.", she plainly spoke. After that, she helped Cruz to get up and put him on his bed. "Well, at the very least, you're alive. How's the pain going?", she asked. "I'm fine... you don't have to worry that much about me.", he said, looking down.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding. "Well then, how that we're done with this I need to be going. Make sure not to leave him alone again." He passed by Agni and stopped for a moment. "Also, whatever you do with him." Ryan nudged Agni with his foot. " Just don't anything I wouldn't do." Ryan walked out the door. "Also, you have permission to store Mr Cruz in your room if you wish. I don't expect you to stay up all night guarding him." Ryan teleported once he finished that statement he teleported outside. He began his patrol when he saw Slick. "I hope you have a good reason for digging a hole so close to the girls dormitories."</s> <\|message\|>Elizabeth Moon. Liz for short Liz felt pushed back by the sudden aura that was given out and remembered it well, it belonged to the two mages who were Meruin's teacher that she had met at the old school those long years ago. Following Sol to the location she entered the room and saw Meruin talking to the teachers through a phone "Typical, not even here but they throw there presence everywhere" She thought and lead against one of the walls glaring towards the master dressed in gold. Liz did not mind Reina and once considered asking the mage to be her teacher as well but could not stand Chase, a thought shared by the water elemental inside her as well, the dislike was strong enough to make her main goal for continuing to get stronger to beat that master or at least land a blow on her. A thought struck Liz though as she looked at Reina "Meruin when you are done can I speak to Lady Reina alone for 5 minutes or so? I want to consult her on something." (Did a small edit)</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy & @Eklispe Reina nodded. "What is it that you need, Meruin?" Before the small mage could respond, Sol approached her. She nodded as he admonished her. He was right. She was calling them, so it was naturally her responsibility to insure that they didn't cause problems - especially since it wasn't their fault; the two of them didn't know where she would be calling them from, and controlling their aura's was an unneeded hassle for most mages, so it was obvious that they would appear with their aura's fully out. She was calling them from their homes, after all. "You're right, Sol, I'll handle it next time, I promise," she said, admitting her mistake and resolving to improve her barrier-work later today. "And I don't mind you listening. I'm not discussing anything particularly private." Chase and Reina nodded, then turned to Sol. They stared at him for a moment before Reina turned away and Chase grinned. "Oh my~! I remember you! You and that Ryan child were interesting. You've improved as well, almost as much as Meruin~! Truly, Reina's Little One is a prodigious talent!" she said, unashamedly praising Meruin. The small mage in question kept her face straight, though her cheek did redden a little. "Time magic, a very difficult route indeed, most likely impossible for you to harness at its maximum potential, but there is no shame in choosing impossible tasks! Doing as such is how I and Reina are as we are now, after all." It was around this time that Liz entered Meruin's view. She smiled. "Ah, hello, Liz. Apologies for leaving you so suddenly. As you can see, I needed to make a call." Meruin tilted her head at Liz's request. "Well, that's really up to Master Reina," she said, looking at her master. The tall archmage raised a brow as she looked at Liz, looking mildly surprised, then slowly nodded. "It is no problem." In fact, she even looked eager. Speaking of eager . . . "Another familiar face, how very nice to see you again, Liz! My goodness, what have you done to yourself? You look absolutely radiant~!" exclaimed Chase, oblivious to or ignoring Liz's obvious hostility. "How many Elementals have you made a pact with? Your soul looks so stunningly beautiful right now! So colorful and vibrant!"</s>	<\|message\|>Elizabeth Moon. Liz for short Liz bowed her head gratefully when Reina accepted to talk to her in private but became visibly annoyed once again when she heard Chase speak to her, pulling her jacket up to hide the seals on her back she responded "4, water, earth, air and fire all sealed away inside me." The girl explained half annoyed that Chase had realized she had sealed more elemental inside herself since she was planning on using it to surprise her in a future fight. "Why do you remember me anyway? You only met me once 10 years ago and it was hardly a decent fight that we had?" Liz asked semi-curiously.</s>

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<\|description\|>Conan Edogawa (real name: Shinichi Kudo) Age - 10 years old in appearance, 20 in actuality Gender - Male Species - Human Story - Detective Conan anime Personality - Courageous, witty, and possessing a remarkably incorruptible sense of justice, Shinichi believes anything could be explained with logic and deduction. Nicknamed "The Heisei Holmes" in Japan, he possesses the intellect and skills to match some of the greatest detectives of all time. Though he used to be brash young kid with an over-inflated ego, he was humbled down through his involvement in a criminal organization simply called "Black", particularly his shrinking down into his seven year old self. And although he remained ill-tempered at times, especially in matters of murder and the taking of another's life, he's patient and calm when it comes to solving cases, capable of spotting the most minute detail any ordinary man would have missed. He also possesses knowledge of various subjects related to his crime-solving. He's athletic and is highly skilled in soccer. The list of skills he had learned from his mystery novelist of a father includes driving a boat, flying an helicopter, as well as firing a pistol. The one biggest flaw of his, however, is that he's tone-deaf; he can't sing to save his life. Furthermore, he sucks at video games. Background Info - Shinichi Kudo used to be a 17 year old high schooler detective with intelligence, fame, and fangirls to boot - and perhaps a little too much pride. While visiting an amusement park called "Tropical Land" with his girlfriend, Shinichi ran into a group of men in black making an illegal exchange of drugs. So focused on the business deal, the young detective didn't notice another member of the organization behind him and was assaulted with a metal bat. He was then force-fed with an experimental drug called "APTX 4869" that shrunk him down to the body of a 7 year old. Ever since that day, he vowed to hunt down the criminal organization that did this to him and bring them to justice. Two years later, he did - at the cost of his girlfriend's life. Distraught, but never in despair, Shinichi has since moved on in life and continued hunting criminals everywhere. Unfortunately, he never did recover the antidote to the drug that had separated his childhood love from him. Though his neighbour and good friend, Professor Hiroshi Agasa, had promised to continue his research for a cure, Shinichi has long accepted his fate as a karmic punishment. Appearance -</s> <\|message\|>Conan Edogawa (real name: Shinichi Kudo) Space, the final frontier. Limitless potential lies beyond the stars. Each of those stars could have many worlds, every world could have a very different form of life, and every life has its own special story of his own. This is the story of how one apathetic god squandered all that potential by hosting a mafia party game in space, at a mansion floating through the vacuum no less. In this mansion, there are many things one would normally find in an ordinary mansion. A movie theater-sized library could be found at the back of the first floor, its shelves lined up with books from every century. To the right hall, a dining room lined up with smoking-hot food, despite them being left in the open. To the left hall, a familiar chandelier spread its ghostly glow across a gloomy ballroom, its light being the only source of illumination. And finally, the two grand staircases spiraling up to the second floor led to an exact number of nine bedrooms, with the numbers one through nine hanging from the door. In the desolate main hall of the mansion, just several yards from the main entrance, what was once an unnaturally quiet vestibule began humming with a ear-piercing low pitch. As the sound rise in volume, orbs of light began materializing into existence, and eventually, those orbs summoned forth nine individuals from across the planes of reality... --------------------------------- "I'm Kudo Shinichi, a high school detective. While at an amusement park with my childhood friend and classmate, Mouri Ran, I witnessed a suspicious deal involving a man in black. Since I was so focused on watching the deal, I didn't realize his partner was sneaking up from behind me. He forced me to consume poison, and when I came to… my body had shrunk. If those men learnt that Kudo Shinichi was still alive, they'd come back to finish me off, endangering everyone around me. At Dr. Agasa's suggestion, I hid my identity, and when Ran asked for my name, I blurted out 'Edogawa Conan'. To find out more about those men in black - the Black Organization - I ended up living with Ran and her detective father. There were only a few trusted individuals who knew my identity; my father and mystery novelist, Kudo Yusaku; my mother and a retired actress, Kudo Yukiko; the western high school detective, Hattori Heiji; and my current classmate, Haibara Ai. Her true identity is Miyano Shiho. She was once involved with the Black Organization. But after her sister, Miyano Akemi, was murdered by the Organization, she decided to flee from them. By taking the same poison I was forced to… her body shrunk as well. The enigmatic Black Organization… I'm not the only one who's secretly working to find out their identity. The Federal Bureau of Investigation – the FBI – was in hot pursuit as well. Half a year ago, they had managed to track down the headquarters of the Black Org., but it was a well-planned trap laid out for them… and my classmate, Mouri Ran, was murdered during the incident. It has been a long and hard battle. I've lost many friends over the past year; Ran, Ayumi… Dr. Agasa. But I won't let their death be in vain. Even though my body has shrunk, my mind remains the same. One truth prevails, and I'll die before I let the Organization continue doing as it wishes... That said, this will be my final message. If you are hearing this, I've failed, and I'm no longer of this world. Please... stop the Black Organization. I've gathered all the information on them in a USB cache hidden beneath Dr. Agasa's desk. Please use it wi-" Haibara pressed the 'stop' button on the audio recorder. Her visage displayed not a hint of emotion, not pity nor sorrow. She knew this day would come. Two nights ago, Haibara came to Dr. Agasa's laboratory, Shinichi's current place of residence, empty. The great detective had been missing throughout the two days, and she had only found this hidden tape recorder in the one place Shinichi knew she would look - her sister's strongbox, where Haibara would check every few weeks. Though the possibility of Shinichi merely being kidnapped had remained existent, she could tell he was going to hunt down the Boss of the Organization a week before she had found the tape. He had been tirelessly working to hunt down the Black Org. ever since Ran's death, and two weeks ago, he had learned of the location from a significant member of the criminal group, Vermouth, who revealed the truth on her deathbed. Haibara laid across the bed, the recorder rested against her abdomen. The lab was always been a quiet place, and it suited her just fine, but ever since the doctor's passing, the solitude became unbearable. She became even more accustomed to Shinichi's company than before, inadvertently gaining feelings for him. Not anymore. "Wherever you are, great detective-san... rest well. You've earned it."</s> <\|message\|>Diavolo/Doppio Doppio looked around confused and a little scared because it did not look like Rome,He didn't see Giorono the boy that killed him or rather killed him repeatedly."Where am i?" Doppio said to himself in a quiet manner placing his finger to his mouth looking around the very elegant hallway,"Look around Doppio and make sure Gio is not here to delay our plans..." Diavolo said to Doppio who nodded and started walking around the hallway bumping into Kudo Shinichi. "S...s...sorry..." Doppio said in a quiet voice touching his fingers together.</s> <\|message\|>Conan Edogawa (real name: Shinichi Kudo) April 15th, 2015 - two minutes before the summoning Shinichi twiddled the USB drive in his hand as he watched the sunset. He halfheartedly hoped that the thing would fall off his hand, past the railing, and into the river beneath the scenic overlook. "I've warned you, Kudo-kun; that email was something that should never be opened: Pandora's Box. Much like the supposed data you've got on the Organization's leader." He buried his head into his folded arms. He knew the risk contained within this tiny capsule; he had experienced it before firsthand through the death of his girlfriend. It might be another trap that would lead to the death of another innocent. But he also knew it was not about him; it was about stopping a criminal organization who had caused hundreds of lives. Shinichi caught the USB in his fist, his resolve rediscovered. He was not going to give up the pursuit before, and he certainly would not start now. Just as he was about to end his momentary scenery trip, however, his consciousness began to fade... Present Day, Present Time It felt like a mere second had passed when he awoke, as feelings of nauseousness and disorientation caused him to wobble around on the spot. The bright light did not help one bit. When his vision had returned, he nearly convinced himself that he was dreaming; aside from the strange uniforms some of the individuals around him were dressed in, an android and a bipedal squid were among the other strange creatures in this surreal environment he found himself in. Then he noticed the distant aroma of roasted chicken, the mumblings of confusion uttered by the surrounding people, and the solid flooring he was standing upon; they all felt real, nothing close to the state one would normally associate with dreaming. Thus, he held the question: 'Where am I?' All of the sudden, someone bumped into him. A bit cautious, Shinichi spun towards the person and found a teenage boy with a tattered sweater. "S...s...sorry..." the teen whispered with his fingers touching together. He was going to ask him for their current location, but the boy seemed almost as confused the rest of the occupants here. "No, it's okay," Shinichi casually responded, a faint smile across his face. Then he turned towards his right, and he noticed the main door standing before him. It was a large set of door like any other. There was nothing ominous nor special about it. However, the normality of it kept Shinichi even more on guard as he gradually approached the handlebars. He tried the door. Locked. He sighed in disappointment, but quickly reached into his blue jacket and pulled out a yellow badge. "Oi, Haibara! Can you hear me?!" Shinichi shouted into the transmitter, but the device merely responded with pure static. "Dammit. Where the heck am I?" Then he remembered; the USB. He probed around his jacket, and breathed a sigh of relief when he found the rectangular device safely tucked away in one of the pockets within the jacket. At least that part of his life had remained secure.</s> <\|message\|>Diavolo/Doppio Doppio wondered where he was and was going to ask the young boy where he was but they seemed to be in the same boat,"Do...you...know...where we...are?" The purple haired teen asked him walking behind him wondering what he would do next."Can...you...help..find..out..where we are?" Doppio said looking a little worried.</s> <\|message\|>Shiba Tatsuya Shiba Residence: Before Summoning Tatsuya stood in front of the flat screen Television, as a green flash lighted the room. A small logo appeared on the screen, when a person appeared on the screen. "Hello Special Lieutenant, any new developments in the research of the new CAD's Developed by the Black Knights?" "Yes Sir, I have discovered that the Black Knights are gathering Magi Information through the CAD's and planing to use this information against the world, simply a New World Order. End Explanation" "Hmm..Very Intriguing, I shall investigate this thoroughly, for now enjoy your vacation, you've earned it. Chief out." Tatsuya turned off the Television and went to his bed, where he found his Sister Miyuki, laying there asleep. He layed on the bed and fell asleep. Other Realm: Tatsuya woke up scratching his head. 'HUH! Where am I.....More importantly where's Miyuki!' Tatsuya took out his Trident and began pointing it at the rest in the room.</s> <\|message\|>Diavolo/Doppio Doppio was still walking behind Conan that he didn't notice Tatsuya bumping into her,Once again he turned around to face Tatsuya."S...sorry..." He apologized again to someone nervously biting his lip.</s> <\|message\|>Lagoona Blue Lagoona Sat up in a bed she didn't recognize, she looked around and decided to step outside the room wondering if this was a prank or someone had kidnapped her. She looked down at her clothing before entering the hall, it was her normal laid back style, even her knitted hat was on and around her gills. She shrugged and spotted a boy with purple hair and waved all friendly like at him, she wasn't weirded out by his hair really because her hair was a creamy blonde and streaks of aqua blue. "Ello Mate, what is this place exactly? If you don't mind me askin. Oh and my name is Lagoona Blue" she said with an ear to ear grin her voice was Australian and kinda loud but friendly non the less.</s> <\|message\|>Diavolo/Doppio Doppio turned around looking over to Lagoona with a nervous look on his face like she scared him,"Me...h...hello...I...d...do not know...I...hav..e..tried to find out where we are..." The young purple haired teen said nervously touching his lower lip with his finger. A small ringing could be heard but Doppio ignored it for now because it didn't see me important for the moment.</s>	<\|message\|>Conan Edogawa (real name: Shinichi Kudo) Shinichi would chalk up the purple-haired boy's abnormal speech pattern to his timidity, but a timid boy wouldn't normally approach a stranger he just met so easily. Just as he was about to ask if the insecure boy was alright, however, he noticed another teenager in a white and cyan uniform pointing a deadly trident in the air. 'That guy is dangerous.' Keeping an eye on his tranquilizer wristwatch, Shinichi made his approach towards Tatsuya. "Big brother! You're scaring me with that thing!" he shouted, innocently pointing at Tatsuya's weapon. Just as he was dealing with the uniformed lad, a girl with webbed hands and minted skin began addressing everybody, declaring herself as "Lagoona Blue." He arched a brow at the strange-looking creature. 'Is she doing cosplay?' was his first thought of the girl.</s>
<\|description\|>CHARACTER SHEET ___________________________________________________ Jason D. Hunter Ves Age: 18 Hair Color: Dark brown, almost black. Eye Color: Glassy light blue. Height: 6" Body Type: Toned/leanly muscular. Other Information: Jason grew up in the bad neighborhood of Trip City. His father was a drunk, and his mother a, to be blunt, whore. After an argument that ended with his father having his face kicked in, Jason was sent to juvy for a few years. When he came back, no one could remember him; probably because of how fast he changed and grew from the boy before. He mainly does odd jobs around town, although he has been looking for something more higher-paying.</s> <\|message\|>Arran White The pencil scratched gently against the page of Arran's sketchbook, as she carefully rendered the view from her vantage point; perched on the top of a stonewall. There was something off about the drawing, probably the perspective. If there was one thing Arran hated about having only one working eye; it was that she lost all depth perception. Sighing, Arran packed up her pencils into a metal tin and slipped them into her bag. She knew if she continued trying to draw the cityscape she would get so frustrated that is wasn't worth it. Flicking back through her sketchbook revealed page after page of good, but not quite right drawings; landscapes, houses, animals, people, vehicles, food, still life, and clockwork, lots and lots of clockwork. Almost every spare corner, gap, nook and cranny was crammed with sketches of clockwork. Closing the book with a snap, Arran dropped it into her bag. Lying back on the wall she stared up at the sky, a sky so wonderfully blue. There was, of course, the skyscrapers towering up in the distance, but here, near the edge of the city, the sky was unobstructed, beautiful. Closing her eyes and lying back on the wall, Arran dozed off, tired after getting up early that morning, due to the dog needing out. Admittedly it hadn't been that early, but for Arran anything before ten was considered early.</s> <\|message\|>CHARACTER SHEET The voice caused him to glance up. Jason rose an eyebrow, his hood thankfully hiding any rude facial expressions he could make. "Yeah," He began, glancing back down at the menu, which he had placed flat on the table. Getting something would hopefully hide any suspicion while he waited for the delivery. "Just a water." It wasn't that much money. With a shrug, he took out a few bucks and laid it on the table, while leaning back and giving the female a half-lidded smirk. Water wouldn't make him sleepy, sluggish, or anything - especially if he had to get in a fight, which happened quite a lot in these jobs. His hands fingered the hilt of his scarred switch-blade, located deep in the pocket of his leather jacket.</s> <\|message\|>Arran White A sound sliced through the air, jolting Arran awake. Sitting up she glared round trying to find the source of the noise. Finally after realizing there was no one else around to whom it could belong, she fished her old 'small brick' phone out of its plastic ziplock bag in the outer pocket of her satchel. Damn Arran thought, I obviously didn't soak it long enough. She considered dropping it to the pavement below and watching it shatter, but that would be a waste of money when her parents brought her a new phone. Stabbing the green button, she lifted the phone to her ear. "Hello?" "Ah Arran so glad you picked up, Can you come and meet me in town?" said a tinny male voice from the other end of the phone. Arran blinked, "Ummm…… No?" "Really Arran, its about your eye." the voice, which Arran realized belonged to her uncle, tried to convince her. "I have been talking to someone and they think they can do something about it." Snarling silently Arran replied trying her hardest to keep her tone neutral, "Sorry uncle, I'm busy today." She thumbed the red button to shut off the call, jumping down from the wall as she did so. Arran hated people trying to mess with her eye, it was fine as it was, why couldn't people see that? But all most people could see was the eye patch. She walked over to where a big dog was lying, he looked up when she approached and cocked his 'eyebrows' at her inquisitively. "Its fine, its fine." Arran told him, ruffling the fur behind his ears. "Shall we go finish this walk?" untying the lead from round her waist, Arran waited till the dog, Rig, had pulled himself up before clipping it to his collar, pulling her headphones on, and heading off down the street.</s> <\|message\|>Ithen Roberts Ithen Roberts Ithen had walked down the street for a while, but now was smoking at a bus stop and looking through the magazine that was thrown at him. It was mostly a book about famous pop stars and other celebrity updates. The one thing that Ithen was interested in was a cover story on Ebony. Even if he did want to read the story about Ebony, someone put gum between the two pages that featured her, and someone else, or the same person ripped out the others. His manager thought that he did it because of how he kept openingly stating how much he didn't like her, as he did with other celebrities, but it was only because his pride wouldn't admit otherwise. He chuckled at the thought of how the magazine was unfit to sell because it was ruined. "He's right," He tossed the magazine into the trash next to him. "It's useless now." Sitting down, he spotted something of interest down the road. A big dog. Ithen loved dogs. He started walking down the street to approach Arran.</s> <\|message\|>Arran White Arran sighed as Rig stopped again to sniff another inanimate object. Sometimes it felt like he wanted to sniff every single blade of grass. Counting to five in German, just for the sake of it, Arran tugged Rig away, leaning her whole body backwards so as to have enough force. Rig was a big dog; his head came up to just below her waist, and his broad chest gave him a lot of power, even though he was getting old and fat, that didn't stop him being strong. In all probability, Arran would never have been able to control him had he not had the friendly temperament that he had. It was a bit of a joke to the family; he was a big enough dog to scare intruders off, but he was actually more likely to ask for a tummy scratch than to actually try frightening anyone. Lost in her thoughts, and her music, Arran let Rig lead the way, before he stopped again to sniff something else, glancing at him, Arran suddenly realized the thing Rig was sniffing wasn't a letterbox, bush, street corner, or even a power pole, it was in fact, somebody's shoe. "Oh sorry," Arran gently yanked Rig's lead to let the poor person past. Glancing up she saw a boy with blue hair, a fascinating colour, like the evening sky before the sun set.</s> <\|message\|>Ithen Roberts Ithen Roberts Ithen wasn't good at making friends, but was the kind of person who would be loud and obnoxious trying. Of course, usually he didn't try too hard, but in this case there was a dog. He loved dogs. He always thought of getting his own but could never hold a job long enough to do it. So he always tried to introduce himself to dog owners as if it was his job to do so. As he approached the red and black haired character he smiled a huge smile, trying hard not to be awkward and put his hand behind his neck. "What a pretty dog." He paused, "C-can I pet it?" He look away trying to show that he was expecting a 'no' for an answer. He didn't want to be rude and do it suddenly. Some dogs were aggressive after-all.</s> <\|message\|>Autumn Eirwen Autumn would admit, a lone man wearing a hood inside was suspicious but he didn't seem to be causing any trouble as it was so she would leave him be though she was going to be sure to keep an eye on him. She nodded as she jotted down his order and was quick to bring him a water. "Just let me know if you want anything else." She gave him a smile before going over and helping Sal take orders. Thankfully, they all knew what they wanted and so the orders were whisked off to the kitchen in no time. Sal shot her a grateful smile as he grabbed a tray and worked on taking the family their drinks. She told him to come get her to help take their food to them before walking over and asking an elderly man what he wanted. She was then forced to stand there with a smile fixed on her face as he went off on a long rant about how "these young whippersnappers don't know know no respect these days" all because she didn't automatically know what he wanted to drink. He claimed to come in everyday but Autumn knew for a fact that she has only seen him twice before and Sal or one of the others would wait on him. After finally getting his order out of him, Autumn sighed as the order was sent to the kitchen. She paused to take a breather and drink a glass of water. As she did her eyes trayed back over to the single man sitting at the table. She wondered why he kept his face covered. Was he on the run from something?</s> <\|message\|>Marius Caustellus Marius slammed the door to his cramped, unpleasant abode, the description of which was more akin to a cell than a studio apartment, at least according to Marius. Keys in one hand, lunchbox in the other, the disgruntled man turned around and slid the key into the hole, locking the deadbolt swiftly. With another turn, his brisk, confident stride led him out of the borderline-slum apartment complex and out onto the sidewalk. This was the regular workday of Marius Caustellus. A hot shower, a hot breakfast and a cold-blooded reminder to follow the guidelines of regular society, as well as a lunch large enough to tide him over until dinnertime. His simple, off-white T-shirt and stained jeans only framed him completely as a laborer when a pair of damaged brown boots were included with his outfit. It was a fairly short walk to the industrial area of Trip City from his apartment, which explained why the area was in such disrepair. Plummeting property value. The only people who lived in this area were people that had to. It was a neighborhood where police presence was a distant thought, and shady dealings took place day and night. Marius was bright enough to arm himself, but not with anything as expensive as a gun. He felt at ease as long as he knew he had the upper hand. A couple hidden combat knives and a collapsible metal baton with a built in taser were his idea of an upper hand. The baton was his favorite. He had designed and built it himself, but had failed to retain enough cash to apply for a patent, so until then, he decided to test it on any would-be thieves. The entire length of the baton, handle aside, was designed to deliver a near-lethal dose of electricity. This meant any attempt to grab the shaft resulted in what Marius called "entertainment"; primarily, stiffening of the mugger's body and a pain-induced shriek. A simple poke from the tip could deliver the same effect. Turning on the electricity was as simple as a pull of the trigger. Confidently striding along the empty sidewalk, Marius noticed a figure trudging into view. The closer he came, the stronger his familiarity with the figure. This was a strange occurrence though; Marius barely knew the people he worked with, and he doubted he could pick any one of them out of a line-up 50 feet away. "Shorty. Female. Brown hair." Marius' inner monologue profiled the girl as he drew close to her. "Those eyes are so familiar." The lunchbox toting man stared carelessly at the girl even as he passed her. "Ah! It's-" Marius stopped and turned to the girl. "Miss Ebony Wildes." His voice was fairly serious, yet nothing too stiff. "This isn't really a safe place for such a young girl, you know."</s>	<\|message\|>CHARACTER SHEET As Jason sat there, nursing the cold glass of water, his hooded face suddenly went taut as he noticed someone enter the building. It was a rather large man, beefy with a beer belly, and he had on what appeared to be an ill-fitting suit that had grease and whatever-the-fuck stains on the front. The man had what appeared to be a bulky suitcase in his fat hands, and his pig-like eyes wandered over every single face in the bar, before finally resting on Jason's table. "Time to get this show on the road..." He grumbled, barely audible as the man seemed to perk up and walk fast towards his table. His grip on his switchblade got too tight, causing his knuckles to pale and pop as the man got closer. This man...this man was very, very well-known in the underground for hosting fighting rings and dog pits, along with a rather well-known drug-smuggling ring that went throughout the sewer system of Trip City. He couldn't mess this deal and delivery up; it could seriously mean his livelihood...and Whatever is In The Sky knows that he spent too much sweat, tears, and literal blood on staying alive. "Jasoooon!" The man yelled out in an obnoxiously accented voice as he stood with his arms wide open; Like a dick, Jason noted, peeling his lip back in barely concealed disgust. Standing, Jason gave the man a stiff hand-shake, dully noting that his hands felt like sand-paper and sweat mixed together. Not a very good feeling. "Sit, sit, let's talk business." The large man sat, the chair creaking ominously, and Jason dully followed suit. Without hesitation, Mr. Vicorelli smiled a gap-toothed smile, lugging his suitcase onto the table and spilling water onto the floor. Jason absent-mindedly fixed the glass upright, his eyes narrowed as the suitcase was opened - revealing five small, tennisball-sized pods. Containing what? He didn't want to know. "Tell me, what is this?" The man's smile was fixed. "Contraband that needs to be delivered." Jason said flatly, scooping up the orbs and pocketing them. "Where to?" The man, surprised by the abruptness, only chuckled jovially and closed his eyes. "Past Rat's Nest; place it in the trashcan fifty feet from the gray-roofed orphanage, and knock twice on the lid before leaving." Eidetic memory automatically memorizing the place, Jason mentally grunted as he stood. "It'll be done. Where's the pay?" "You'll get it." Fucking- He cut himself off. He couldn't be impatient; they would pay him, or he would rip their throats out. Or they would beat his ass. Whichever happens first. Scowling, he headed towards the door, ignoring the sound of laughter from the fat man behind him.</s>
<\|description\|>Mathew Homes Fake Name None Nickname(s) None Gender Male Age 16 Year First Birthday June 16 Astrological Sign Gemini Species Unicorn-A race of magical, sentient horses that can take on a Human form. Because they've been hunter to near extinction by people after their magical horns, they tend to live a hermits life. Unicorns are also said to be naturals at healing magic. An odd quirk of their race is when reproducing with another race, the offspring will either be a full blood Unicorn, or what ever species the other parent is. This seems to be determined by the race of the other parent; When a Human and a Unicorn have a child, it's a Unicorn, but if it was an Elf, then the child would be an Elf. Because of this, there are no half Unicorn Class Dawn Bringer-A light elemental combat medic class. Weapon None World Lucis Biography Mathew's father was a knight forced into retirement by injury. He met and fell in love with a beautiful Unicorn women. After a year of courting, the two were married. It wasn't long after that she became pregnant with Mathew. Out of fear for her life and that of her son's, she and her husband kept her Unicorn heritage a secret from everyone, except for Mathew of course. Because he was forced to hide his true race, he never got much time to practice his powers. As such, Mathew lived the life of a normal human boy...although such a life left him wanting more While becoming a knight like his father seemed like an easy solution to such a problem, he was concerned about his secret and if he would be able to keep it if he took the path of a knight. As such, he decided that he needed to find a place where he didn't need to keep his secret. Something that he found in the Academy of the Arcane Artes Personality Mathew is a scholar and a gentleman. He is even tempered and a patient boy. That said, it's not impossible to get on his bad side. Mistreating women and children are a really quick way to do so. He's the kind of guy who makes an effort to get along with everyone he can "Which sounds like a more ideal world; one in which everyone is your enemy, or one where everyone is your friend?" Partner Looking for one Fear(s)/Weakness(es)/Limit(s) Unicorns are good as passing as normal Humans because their physical power is roughly the same as one when not in their Unicorn form. As for their Unicorn form; because of the shape of their body, they have trouble dealing with anything behind them, as well as turning around fast enough to deal with anyone attacking them, not helped by the fact that they can only channel magic through their horn in this form. They also have a hard time getting someone off of their back. Also, the loss of their hands means that they can only grab things with their mouth. Because the transformation form from Human for to Unicorn form takes roughly ten seconds, changing forms in battle leaves him open to attack Skills/Abilities/Traits As a Unicorn, he naturally has access to light elemental magic. However, due to his lack of training, the most he can do is create gumball sized balls of light to fire at foes. In his Unicorn form, he gets a significant boost in running speed and stamina, as well as a minor strength boost. As for healing powers, as of now he can only heal light wounds Theme Song Closer</s> <\|message\|>Jett Croswell Box 11 Penelope and Jett Jett Croswell Jett followed Ralthavar Marchosias at a distance, he wants to protect him as it his job but he doesn't want anyone else knowing this is job. As The Harmonious Firsts all sat down, it was clear they had already formed their respective groups. Jett sat near the Orcs and next to the elves, he knew one or two elves that greeted him kindly. After the headmasters speech Jett reach down, 11. Jett got up, slowly, as everyone went to find their respective partners. "Striker, got any ideas on our to find this partner of ours?" Jett spoke in his mind. Strikers voice replied, "Why not just run through past everyone, you can see quicker than a lot of people, if you see the number 11 just stop running." Jett sighed at the idea, he'd look like a fool. But the plan would work. Jett bent slowly towards the ground then shot off like a bullet. Passing through everyone, well, nearly everyone, he bumped into a few people over and over again, then suddenly Jett saw a flash and his movement stopped... A female siren was standing next to Jett now, she seemed surprised out our fast he arrived. She touched her cutlass and spoke "Sooo... My name's Penelope. And you would be?" Jett held out his hand and spoke, "The names Je-I mean Ramon Marie. Nice to meet you" Close one.</s> <\|message\|>Raule Cardias "Ah…" It made sense and as he actually took the time to focus on some of the students below, he did notice that the sheets of papers clutched in the hands of the lower years had numbers; some were written finely while others looked like messy scribbles. "Fairly good. Cleaned up a few messes in the surrounding areas, got into a fight with the griffon again. Nothing out of the ordinary." Before he could say much else though, the show seemed to be on its way as a voice filled the room once more and drowned out the students. He didn't pay much attention to the witch's words, given how they were basically said for the sake of theatrics. Instead he eyed the vast number of boxes holding the lower years and sighed in annoyance, having no doubt that responsibility was about to be foisted upon them to make sure things didn't go too far. Unsurprisingly, the Headmaster's voice rang out almost immediately after that to inform the fifth years of their duty. With a soft sigh, Raule fell back into the seat behind him and set his baggage onto his lap. A few moments rummaging through it and pulled out his holopad and fired it up. Connection proved easy enough and in a matter of seconds he had over a thousand views at his fingertips. A few random taps filled his screen with the image from inside cubes where absolutely nothing outside his expectations was happening. Some introduced themselves as more level headed individuals, others had already drawn blood, and a few directed their thoughts of the situation to the white walls uselessly. He carefully scratched his head with sharpened claws as he returned the screen to the complete view of all the boxes, on the look out for anything that would require his intervention. "Glory to the fifth years, eh?" He muttered to no one in particular as he glanced at a box that housed a petite girl with a towering orc. 'That might be messy,' was his thought before he flicked to another box.</s> <\|message\|>Rei Maven Raltahvar Marchosias & Princess Meiron Alkanez Elo-Dezemineh Box 77 Ralthavar watched the sudden appearance of the witch. Her sorcery created hundreds of glowing boxes out of no where. Soon students were getting absorbed into the light from their slips of paper. A few of Ralthavar's orcs panicked and dropped their slips of paper, but they still got absorbed. Of the few who were left Ralthavar gave them some parting words. "Don't be scared! Greet them like a true orc! Show them your honor!" Ralthavar said with a chipper laugh as he grabbed two things from his bag before he too was engulfed in light. His arrival was a bit bumpy, to say the least, but he managed to come to his sense before the other person did. A small human girl who dressed regally. Ralthavar guessed that she had his number. The orc just smiled and motioned for the girl to approach him. "Come than. Let us meet each other, face-to-face!" Ralthavar roared as he brandished his weapons, a kettle full of water and a box. Ralthavar looked again at his items and realized that he did not manage to bring his weapons. No, he had a kettle of hot water, heated by a crystal for the purpose of having a warm drink on the go. And in the box contained his tea set, complete with two cups carved from jade. Not exactly Ralthavar's weapons. Regardless he took the mishap in stride and sat down in seiza. He started to prepare some tea for this other person, even taking off his fur jacket to turn it into a crude cushion for his guest. Rei Mavan & Varren Yinyues Box 23 Rei was trying so hard to trick the human boy into her clutches, but when that witchy chick arrived Rei knew that her trick wouldn't do her any good. Though she did get a good look at miss magic and Rei made a note to figure out which class she taught. Soon people started to get teleported in flashes of light and into various boxes. If she had to guess which box they were going into depended on what their number was. Rei thought of another ploy, and deciding that she could at least curb her loses, she went up to the human boy she was trying to nab. While he was distracted talking to the person in front of him Rei copped a feel, groping his plump peach and giving his trigger a squeeze before she was taken away by a ray of light. As far as light shows went Rei had worse. She recovered from her vertigo in short order and saw her prey across the room. She didn't waste time with pleasantries and targeted him with an Illusion, one that made her invisible. And now came the fun part. Rei stayed utterly quiet, just watching the boy. She wanted to see what he'd do. What his weaknesses were. And how best to impale him on her on her mighty pillar. "Your cherry is going to be the promised Eternal Rome on my tongue!!!"</s> <\|message\|>Sylus Moriam Box #435 Sylus, Uriel and Frontal Lobe Whilst curiously glancing around at the commotion, Sylus was startled by the Headmaster calling to Professor Aldura to "Do the thing," whatever that entailed. At the professor's grand entrance and even grander speech, Sylus began to get a bad feeling. Something tells me this will be even more interesting then last year's 'Icebreaker', he thought, I'd probably better steel myself. As the trio of numerals on his paper began to raditate with magical energy, sylus attempted to clear and calm his mind, to prepare himself for whatever twisted games headmaster ler-Briar had in mind. After a flash of blinding light, he found himself in a white room, with no exit, and two other inhabitants. I don't like how she said ' now prove your worth.' Sylus thought. He reflexively reached for his bow as he tended to do when caught by surprise, but he then lowered his hand again, deciding it might be a bit better for his health, not to mention far more polite, to introduce himself first. There's a chance that the others don't want to fight if they didn't know this would happen... right? "Greetings, err... gentlemen" He said as jovially as possible, but inevitably botching it as he gawked at the eerie-looking metal monstrosity that had appeared here, taken aback by the sight of... him? It? he recognized the other being in the room, a second year he saw around last year but never really met. He must be a third year now... if so I'd really rather this not come to conflict. He shook these thoughts from his mind, attempting to look friendly and calm. "I am called Sylus. I hail from Lucius, and I infer that you two must be from earth. T'is nice to meet you." He bowed to them in greeting. From The West</s> <\|message\|>Penelope Ashford Box 11 Penelope and Ramon Penelope was confused at first. It almost seems like he forgot his name, but there's no way that's right. I mean, who forgets that? Then it struck her: he might be under an assumed name for some reason. Best to play along for now, until she could ask enough people to ferret out the truth. "Well, Ramon. Are you from Lucius, or Earth? I can't really tell just by looking at you."</s> <\|message\|>Mia Betancourt Box 69 Mia Betancourt & Mathew Holmes Mia whimpered softly, the bright flash of light had interfered with her receptors and the data was blinking rapidly as it tried to sort itself, her right hand coming up to cover her eyes the headache and throbbing reminding her of the times she tried to read reports faster then she could process them. The last thing the small girl remembered was a bright box looming down from the ceiling and what her data classified as a witch riding along with it. It was her first time seeing magic, honestly the girl found herself enthralled by the show; albeit was a bit flashy the glowing numbers transcending into small boxes, as they encased their holders in an ethereal light. Hearing a males voice Mia shoot up quickly looking around, wincing as pain shoot through her head in reply to the quick movement. She locked eyes with a rather tall white haired male instinctively scooting backwards until she hit the wall of the box. Wait, box? Looking around Mia confirmed that she was subsequently trapped in a box, the data reading matching the boxes the woman earlier had summoned. Slowly gaining a bearing on her surroundings she focused once more one the male, unable to make eye contact as she timidly look up at him from her sitting position. Designation:Unicorn.:Sex:MaleHeight:~62inWeight:1100~lbsTemperature:100degreesClassification:Lucian/Beast… Blinking several times Mia looked from the display screen back up at the male, he looked human well besides the white hair, but her data was rarely wrong, it had a small glitch that didn't allow it to process illusions even if she saw them visually. Realizing she was being rude the girl flustered farther into her corner before berating herself once more, "H-Hello…" She called out her soft voice not carrying much farther from her person, hoping she wasn't interrupting his self-conversation. "My name is…Mia…." She offered slightly making no move to emerge from her corner, as she watching the strange man..err…male.. Captor</s>	<\|message\|>Mathew Homes Box number 69 Mathew Holmes and Mia Betancourt Mathew Holmes Mathew was brought out of his musings by the voice of the girl. She sounded scared (alliteration! Woop!) 'they can't really expect me to fight someone like her without good reason. She sounds like she would take cover in a corner if I so much as looked at her wrong. I might not even have to do that much if her current state is any indication' Holding back a sigh, he addressed the girl who had introduced herself as Mia "It's a pleasure to meet you Mia" he said with a small bow. Then he made his way over to her at a steady pace and with a gentle smile on his face, to help set her at ease. Once he reached her, Mathew took her hand in his and gave the back of it a quick kiss before letting go "I am Mathew Holmes." He introduced himself, hoping to make her feel less scared. "You needn't worry; even if it was their plan, I have no intent to fight someone such as yourself. If you'll forgive my making assumptions; you seem to be the type who finds no joy in direct combat, and would in fact come of such a confrontation quite shaken up."</s>
<\|description\|>Dagny Ek Her dragon form Nicknames Dags, Dag, Daggy Gender Female Age About 100, and appears to be in her late teens Year 4th Birthday April 11 Astrological Sign Aries Species Dragon: dragons of Earth are as rare as other magical species, but far stronger. They take it upon themselves to defend other beings from hunters and humans who would exploit them. Overtime, they have "evolved" to take human shape, allowing them to blend in with society as necessary. They're strong and durable creatures, and (on earth) only another dragon's fangs or claws can penetrate their scales. However, the magic on Lucis is far more advanced, so there might be some weaknesses found there. They tend to live to be ten times as old as humans, so the early hundreds tend to be considered young. Class Fighter / Tank Weapon Claws, typically. Fire. Teeth. She herself is a weapon, basically. World Earth Biography Dagny was one of five hatched to a family of dragons in Sweden and probably the slowest to mature in every sense of the word. Granted, she was also the most willing to learn and optimistic about the world. The mystic community was small and she was essentially home schooled, however, and this was frustrating for the curious little dragon who wanted to explore all corners of the world. Time went by and she remained mostly isolated from the big, big world of humans. Eventually, her thirst for knowledge faded away into apathy and she grew shy in her questions and interest in the world. Much of her personality and spunk was revived when she finally left Sweden to explore the world. Easy enough for a beast with wings sized to rival a plane. It was during this time that she really learned about the world--both the magic and technology driven--around her. She learned that creatures like her--creatures born of magic--were such a minority on Earth and they needed to be protected. Very few could contend with modern technology, but dragons like herself remained strong competitors against the evolution of human technology. Her run-ins with humans left a lot to be desired, however, and she found herself mistrusting their greed and power lust. Then, the Black Gale appeared. An incredible moment for both worlds, for sure, but Dagny and other dragons were hesitant to have anything to do with the phenomenon. But, time went on and the Black Gate proved dangerous not only for humans, but for other mystical creatures as well. And the second world, Lucis, proved to be swelling with magic, which spawned interest for the mystic beings of earth. Already identified as a guardian of sorts for the magical community, Dagny's personal interest grew in the Black Gate and the academies dedicated to maintaining it. Needless to say, when she received the letter four years ago, she decided to take the school up on its offer. Personality Dagny's motivated and ambitious, and doesn't really do anything half-assed. Like, if you're walking, she's POWER WALKING. If you're eating dinner, she's DEVOURING DINNER. While this can make her come of as intimidating or intense, she's generally in a good, loud mood. She used to get embarrassed and quiet down, but now she's rather confrontational when she gets odd looks or whispers--though she doesn't usually mean harm. Partner To be decided Fear(s)/Weakness(es)/Limit(s) Dragons are far sighted so up close, they can't see as well. Because of her natural size and weight, Dagny is physically slower than most fighters. While it's nearly impossible to penetrate or bruise her skin, any damage to her mouth or eyes will hurt like a bitch. Magic can do harm to her, too. She's not as strong as a full fledged dragon either. Skills/Abilities/Traits Fire breathing, super strength, and super tanky. Her true form is compacted into her human body, making her ridiculously dense and massive despite her being average size for a person. This weight makes her extremely hard to knock of her feet. On that note, she can turn into a dragon (or rather she can turn into a human because her default form is a dragon) and change her features to match that of one (for example, growing her nails into dragon claws or scales over her skin). Theme Song Remember the Name by Fort Minor Other She tends to speak English, but her Swedish accent gets thicker the more emotional or passionate she is. She's also gay, preferring women to men ten times out of ten. Joseph Conrad is a little bitch, pass it on.</s> <\|message\|>Jett Croswell Jett Croswell The cold winds struck at Jett and if not for his glasses, he'd have lost both his eyes. Off in the distance was a rowdy noise, screams, laughter and yelling... Jett looked closer at the dot and soon realized that the one big dot was a swarm of little dots, almost a hundred. Jett smiled and looked down towards the griffin. Jett got down to the griffins ears and with the wind going down his throat he managed to say, ""I want to be there before that group of Orcs," Jett said while pointing in the direction of the noise. The griffin let out a grunt and almost instantly picked up speed, barely hanging on Jett laughed at the enjoyment of this flight. "Come on, I know you can faster!" Jett said, challenging the beautiful creature. Jetts glasses almost flew off and he himself struggled to even keep breathing. The noise of the Orcs quickly faded and bursting through a cloud revealed The Academy. The Academy The Academy was so white and elegant, the simplicity and the complex mixed well and created a beautiful scene and place to stay. Jett looked for a place to land but decided to ask the griffin. "Remember the Orcs we beat here, can you land me where they would be? I need to see the leader, if its not to much trouble." The griffin turned towards a landing pad and Jett jumped off before the griffin landed, "This is good enough, thank you for the ride and you need to work on you're speed, still too slow," Jett smirked at his comment. The griffin seemed to almost smile, he turned, flapped its wings and knocked Jett completely off his feet. He got up in time to see the griffin fly away. The big dot was now visible. Jett got up, wiped himself off, ignored the rude and random announcement and stood up straight, arms crossed behind his back and waited for the Orcs to arrive.</s> <\|message\|>Byeondeog The trip through the Black Gale had been an uneventful affair, a tense atmosphere surronding the ride from being aware that she was sitting atop a predator much larger than herself, no matter how pretty it may have been. The griffin they had sent was a rather aged creature, the lions fur having been edged with grey, a few scars visible to the trained eye, but his eyes showed a languid confidence that hinted at having had years of practice honing is strength. 'Ah,' Amon thought to herself as she saw the creature, ' I suppose it was a bit much to hope they'd leave me with no guards on the trip.' Despite the fact she had found it a rather comfortable trip, having already been prepared from her last trip for the transition from leaving one world for another. She spent the time during the trip merely taking in the view, having little else to do on the trip. It wasn't long into the trip before they had joined a mass of griffins, each carrying their own load, but Amon was quick to note that for each of a diffrent race that appeared, and the multitude of humans to be seen, she had yet to see another of her own. It mattered little, as she'd probably have little to talk of with those of her own race. The last and only other time she had ran into another kumiho, it had been in a dispute over hunting rights in the village, and she had left fairly battered for the meeting. She felt little need to have another "family reunion." Turning her attention back to the rest, she noted with some satisfaction that most of the others seemed to be hunkering down and holding on for dear life to the birds, the image leaving a smirk on her lips. She had little trouble balancing on the creature, her many tails more than enough to handle any problems with balance she might have. The wind, however, was a bit more bothersome. Her ears were positively plastered against her head to ward of the offending gale, and the oncoming sight of the academy was a welcome one indeed. The two of them landed with little fanfare, her escort giving a small snort as she got off directed at a rather young looking griffin fall at what seemed like a meteoric rate toward the ground, wings flaring and tail whipping as it landed, the poor student on it's back looking rather shaken from the experience. The scene was mildly amusing for a second, before a gust of wind promptly reminded her of the cold weather currently in effect, her tails reflexively wrapping themselves around her as she glared at nothing in particular, annoyed at the current weather. The brochure had said the weather was controlled, and while she had never minded the winter before, it seemed a waste to keep it so cold when it wasn't mandatory. She had to fight off the urge to immediately shift to her apparently furred Fox form. She'd simply stick it out for the moment. Amon would rather avoid attention for the moment if she could help it. Instead, she threw on the cloak over her uniform and quickly wrapped her tails around herself again, resembling to be clad in a somewhat luxurious fur scratched briefly at the choker on her neck again before catching herself, grimacing at the reminder. She gazed at the structures ahead of her, admitting that they were quiet impressive. It was certainly a far cry from the schools she had seen during her time on earth, seeming more like a small town than a school, with hundreds up on hundreds of students gathering together. Amon held her orb as she began to feel a twinge of anxiety, the dark violet, melon sized orb emitting a pulse as she considered her next step. That decision was taken care of for her as a sharp noise caused Amon to wince as the speakers came to life, with a rather interesting message played over the sound system, causing a confused expression to appear on her face. It was a rather presented in a rather unorthodox attitude, but the point had come across easily enough. She was at a loss as to where this main hall may be, but quickly concluded that following the crowd that was already on the move seemed best. She worked her way into one such group, folding her ears back to drown out the noise, trying her best to ignore all the painfully unguarded students, many of whom she could smell rich reserves of mana, the scent incessantly reminding her that it had been some days she had last fed, but she had been assured that they would be able to cater to her specific tastes, and she didn't fancy trying for a daring escape so early. After all, she was here to learn was she not.</s> <\|message\|>Penelope Ashford Penelope nodded to the griffin, which flew off towards the stables. She glanced around the grounds. Elegant buildings, immaculate grounds, and... was that a lake? Tide come in, it was! That was perfect. She would be able to feel open water on her scales. No siren should have to transform in a bathtub, after all. Walking up to the school entrance, Penelope took the measure of her fellow students. There were so many species represented, from orcs to elves, and the humans. She'd never had the pleasure of meeting a human, but she'd heard many interesting stories and rumors. None of them were true, probably, but it would certainly be something worth writing her mother about.</s>	<\|message\|>Dagny Ek Zarbaha The Academy appeared before her, and happiness swelled in Zar's heart. Her golden eyes fixated on the modern buildings covered with snow as they descended before flickering about at the incoming students. Sure enough, there were familiar faces from the years previous, but there were also an influx of first years. It was difficult to imprint the faces to her memory as everyone quickly fell from the sky, but she knew she would have the year ahead to learn more about her classmates. The speed of the descent came to a slow halt and her griffon fluttered once to drop her luggage into the snow and once again for a soft landing beside the bags. "Thank you for the ride, sweetie," Zar said, pulling a piece of beef jerky from her pocket as she stepped off the beast. He happily accepted his treat and cuddled into the young woman before taking to the skies again. On solid ground again, Zar took a moment to gather her bearings. Sure enough, her headdress needed adjusting after the breakneck flight. She fixed it so it sat straight on her head and tucked a dark curl back under the cloth. She took another few moments to straight out the rest of her clothes and wipe her eyes free of the wetness that had spawned against the cold air. Finally happy with her appearance, she adjusted the strap across her chest that kept her weapon at her back, and picked up her bags. She was already heading for the main hall when a woman's voice greeted the students and then-- And then headmaster interrupted with his own flavor of greetings. She rolled her eyes as she walked, her smile fading as she closed out the noise about her. ____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Dagny Time flew by and Dagny was more than comfortable in the air. When they were finally in school airspace, the young woman leaped off the griffon, who scolded her with a screech. Nonetheless, she hit the ground with a heavy impact, snow flying up from where she hit. "Woo!" she exclaimed, greeting the school grounds quite noisily as she stood at her full height, throwing her hands in the air. A drop from that height would break human bones at least, but she stood fine. In fact, the ground is what took damage from her drop: she stood in a small crater, lending evidence to her massive true form. The griffon landed beside her with a caw of disapproval, but Dagny only shrugged in response. "It's year four—I had to do something to spice it up," she stated matter-of-factly, her eyes flickering about at the not so fresh and fresh meat alike—mostly looking for a reaction to her fall. She did love to show off. As she looked, she gave the large griffon a scratch on the head in appreciation for its ride before it flew away. Dagny chuckled and easily gathered her bags in her arms and looked around at the other students. The griffons were about as brutish as usual to the newer students. They were getting flung off the large birds, their luggage carelessly discarded at their feet. She laughed loud appreciative at the sight--it never got old. It was just another reason to tackle the landing on her own. She stood watching students crash and burn--or gracefully descend--from their rides of the sky for a while. Then, her bird watching was interrupted by the speakers coming to life. Dagny barely listened until the familiar and crude voice of the Headmaster took over, directing the uninformed buffoons to the main hall. The woman took over again, apologizing for the asshole, and Dagny chuckled as she turned to oblige.</s>
<\|description\|>Gabriel Paxton EDITIN - MUSIC BECAUSE HELL YEAH Fake Name Uriel Nickname(s) N/A Gender Male Age 18 Year 3rd Birthday July 13th Astrological Sign Cancer / Prefers to go by the Celtic Zodiac - Horse Species Human Class Magic Bomberman - Uriel uses explosive marbles to fight for him, each of which is as destructive as a rudimentary grenade. However, each marble he uses has an elemental association. Red marbles have more fire than usual, light blue can shoot out huge water currents but have little direct attack power, yellow has electricity, and ect. Weapon Just a small bag that contains his marbles, which regenerate whenever it becomes empty. It was nicknamed 'Bag of Mayhem' because of its contents. List of marbles include - Red / Fire - Explosive Black / Tar - Oil Dark Blue / Ice Light Blue / Water Yellow / Electric White / Flash - Noise Light Green / Wind - Force Dark Green / Earth Neon Green / Acid - Poison Dark Gray / Cement - Concrete Brown / Wood Light Gray / Smoke Purple / Gravity Also, if Uriel cracks or partially breaks a marble(s) before throwing it, their effects combine in ways different to those listed, such as Earth and fire creating a very small burst of magma, and the likes. The number of marbles used will also change the effects. Such as two cracked earth marbles will create pure iron or steel shards. World Earth Biography Born shortly Lucis and earth came together, he was an orphaned child who was taken in by a magician. A lucis magician, who had turned to earth to live and work there. Gabriel worked under him, and was taken care of. Now, the man who he had been picked up by was no average magician, but instead, was a inter-world weapons smuggler under the guise of a entertainer. Raised by such a man, Gabriel was asked to take up a fake name and was to help him with his duties. He did, with much vigor, help out his foster father. He grew up quickly, and was able to learn from him with little effort or argument. This was all and good, until 'Uriel' grew up and eventually wanted to go to school. At 14, he was invited to the Academy of Arcane Artes, and had a very awkward discussion with his father. Now, although he wished to keep receiving Uriels help, he would let his son go to the school. So long as he stayed safe, and accepted his gift. It was one of their strongest smuggled weapons, the Bag of Mayhem. Personality Uriel isn't too aggressive, but he does enjoy toying around with people when he can. Now, although he enjoys a good fight he isn't up for severely injuring others. He rather, is in a fight so long as he has the spotlight and can cause some destruction. These urges, though, have recently started to dwindle a bit. In his third year, he has been finding himself calm and lacking destructive wants more often then not. Although his history might suggest otherwise, Uriel wants to have a legitimate job. He goes to the school in dreams of becoming a Gate Guardian, and a damn good one at that. Well, good despite the urges to fuck with people wanting to cross through. Partner I guess i need this assigned Fear(s)/Weakness(es)/Limit(s) Uriel only has an average human body, which he hasn't trained too well. Only as strong as your average lad, he can't climb, run, or take hits better then the your everyday joe. His marbles can't be used too close to him, or else he can also be damaged by them and suffer their effects. He gets extremely uncomfortable around races that don't look human-like. He has no resistances to any form of magic, and a good physical attack can knock him out, if he doesn't die or feint due to blood loss. Skills/Abilities/Traits He has a good throwing arm, and accuracy. That is perhaps the only thing that sets him apart from most humans. He can also use multiple marbles at once (up to three) to amplify or combine their effects. Theme Song Down the DAAAAYMAAAN Other Follows authority figures more often then not, despite what his actions may lead you to believe sometimes. ( At least the ones at school ) / Uriel = God is my light. He has sore-spot in his mind about needing tools to be a gatekeeper and to stand a chance a fight. Talking shit about how he can only fight through the bag is a quick way to make an enemy.</s> <\|message\|>Rei Maven Raltahvar Marchosias & Princess Meiron Alkanez Elo-Dezemineh Box 77 Ralthavar watched the sudden appearance of the witch. Her sorcery created hundreds of glowing boxes out of no where. Soon students were getting absorbed into the light from their slips of paper. A few of Ralthavar's orcs panicked and dropped their slips of paper, but they still got absorbed. Of the few who were left Ralthavar gave them some parting words. "Don't be scared! Greet them like a true orc! Show them your honor!" Ralthavar said with a chipper laugh as he grabbed two things from his bag before he too was engulfed in light. His arrival was a bit bumpy, to say the least, but he managed to come to his sense before the other person did. A small human girl who dressed regally. Ralthavar guessed that she had his number. The orc just smiled and motioned for the girl to approach him. "Come than. Let us meet each other, face-to-face!" Ralthavar roared as he brandished his weapons, a kettle full of water and a box. Ralthavar looked again at his items and realized that he did not manage to bring his weapons. No, he had a kettle of hot water, heated by a crystal for the purpose of having a warm drink on the go. And in the box contained his tea set, complete with two cups carved from jade. Not exactly Ralthavar's weapons. Regardless he took the mishap in stride and sat down in seiza. He started to prepare some tea for this other person, even taking off his fur jacket to turn it into a crude cushion for his guest. Rei Mavan & Varren Yinyues Box 23 Rei was trying so hard to trick the human boy into her clutches, but when that witchy chick arrived Rei knew that her trick wouldn't do her any good. Though she did get a good look at miss magic and Rei made a note to figure out which class she taught. Soon people started to get teleported in flashes of light and into various boxes. If she had to guess which box they were going into depended on what their number was. Rei thought of another ploy, and deciding that she could at least curb her loses, she went up to the human boy she was trying to nab. While he was distracted talking to the person in front of him Rei copped a feel, groping his plump peach and giving his trigger a squeeze before she was taken away by a ray of light. As far as light shows went Rei had worse. She recovered from her vertigo in short order and saw her prey across the room. She didn't waste time with pleasantries and targeted him with an Illusion, one that made her invisible. And now came the fun part. Rei stayed utterly quiet, just watching the boy. She wanted to see what he'd do. What his weaknesses were. And how best to impale him on her on her mighty pillar. "Your cherry is going to be the promised Eternal Rome on my tongue!!!"</s> <\|message\|>Sylus Moriam Box #435 Sylus, Uriel and Frontal Lobe Whilst curiously glancing around at the commotion, Sylus was startled by the Headmaster calling to Professor Aldura to "Do the thing," whatever that entailed. At the professor's grand entrance and even grander speech, Sylus began to get a bad feeling. Something tells me this will be even more interesting then last year's 'Icebreaker', he thought, I'd probably better steel myself. As the trio of numerals on his paper began to raditate with magical energy, sylus attempted to clear and calm his mind, to prepare himself for whatever twisted games headmaster ler-Briar had in mind. After a flash of blinding light, he found himself in a white room, with no exit, and two other inhabitants. I don't like how she said ' now prove your worth.' Sylus thought. He reflexively reached for his bow as he tended to do when caught by surprise, but he then lowered his hand again, deciding it might be a bit better for his health, not to mention far more polite, to introduce himself first. There's a chance that the others don't want to fight if they didn't know this would happen... right? "Greetings, err... gentlemen" He said as jovially as possible, but inevitably botching it as he gawked at the eerie-looking metal monstrosity that had appeared here, taken aback by the sight of... him? It? he recognized the other being in the room, a second year he saw around last year but never really met. He must be a third year now... if so I'd really rather this not come to conflict. He shook these thoughts from his mind, attempting to look friendly and calm. "I am called Sylus. I hail from Lucius, and I infer that you two must be from earth. T'is nice to meet you." He bowed to them in greeting. From The West</s> <\|message\|>Penelope Ashford Box 11 Penelope and Ramon Penelope was confused at first. It almost seems like he forgot his name, but there's no way that's right. I mean, who forgets that? Then it struck her: he might be under an assumed name for some reason. Best to play along for now, until she could ask enough people to ferret out the truth. "Well, Ramon. Are you from Lucius, or Earth? I can't really tell just by looking at you."</s> <\|message\|>Mia Betancourt Box 69 Mia Betancourt & Mathew Holmes Mia whimpered softly, the bright flash of light had interfered with her receptors and the data was blinking rapidly as it tried to sort itself, her right hand coming up to cover her eyes the headache and throbbing reminding her of the times she tried to read reports faster then she could process them. The last thing the small girl remembered was a bright box looming down from the ceiling and what her data classified as a witch riding along with it. It was her first time seeing magic, honestly the girl found herself enthralled by the show; albeit was a bit flashy the glowing numbers transcending into small boxes, as they encased their holders in an ethereal light. Hearing a males voice Mia shoot up quickly looking around, wincing as pain shoot through her head in reply to the quick movement. She locked eyes with a rather tall white haired male instinctively scooting backwards until she hit the wall of the box. Wait, box? Looking around Mia confirmed that she was subsequently trapped in a box, the data reading matching the boxes the woman earlier had summoned. Slowly gaining a bearing on her surroundings she focused once more one the male, unable to make eye contact as she timidly look up at him from her sitting position. Designation:Unicorn.:Sex:MaleHeight:~62inWeight:1100~lbsTemperature:100degreesClassification:Lucian/Beast… Blinking several times Mia looked from the display screen back up at the male, he looked human well besides the white hair, but her data was rarely wrong, it had a small glitch that didn't allow it to process illusions even if she saw them visually. Realizing she was being rude the girl flustered farther into her corner before berating herself once more, "H-Hello…" She called out her soft voice not carrying much farther from her person, hoping she wasn't interrupting his self-conversation. "My name is…Mia…." She offered slightly making no move to emerge from her corner, as she watching the strange man..err…male.. Captor</s> <\|message\|>Mathew Homes Box number 69 Mathew Holmes and Mia Betancourt Mathew Holmes Mathew was brought out of his musings by the voice of the girl. She sounded scared (alliteration! Woop!) 'they can't really expect me to fight someone like her without good reason. She sounds like she would take cover in a corner if I so much as looked at her wrong. I might not even have to do that much if her current state is any indication' Holding back a sigh, he addressed the girl who had introduced herself as Mia "It's a pleasure to meet you Mia" he said with a small bow. Then he made his way over to her at a steady pace and with a gentle smile on his face, to help set her at ease. Once he reached her, Mathew took her hand in his and gave the back of it a quick kiss before letting go "I am Mathew Holmes." He introduced himself, hoping to make her feel less scared. "You needn't worry; even if it was their plan, I have no intent to fight someone such as yourself. If you'll forgive my making assumptions; you seem to be the type who finds no joy in direct combat, and would in fact come of such a confrontation quite shaken up."</s>	<\|message\|>Gabriel Paxton Box #435 Sylus, Uriel and Frontal Lobe The change in scenery completely caught Uriel off-guard. He had tried to stop thinking of the past and instead wait patiently, but before he could even get that through his head, he had been transported to a stage-like cage. The room he was in reminded him of his father's guess at the passage to the afterlife. He also said that being stuck in that stage, and never making it to the end is what purgatory was. So, we've been put in purgatory until further notice? Uriel had already coined a term for the room before even trying to figure out who else was in it, and what to do. He remembered what the Headmaster said, but that didn't leave him with much to think ok. There wasn't even a vague riddle at the end that contained some form of prize. Uriel then gave notice to the two other people in the room. Well, only one of them looked like a person, and a distorted one at that. The other? The other looked to be some kind of robot. Now, Uriel dealt with robots better then monsters, but he was still quite unnerved by them sometimes, even if they also had the shackles of morality place on them. Uriel would have been the type of person to believe computers would one day destroy humanity, had lucis never come into play. But this didn't seem to matter much, because the robot wasn't very responsive at the moment. "Don't put that bow away just yet, friend. I don't think we were summoned here just to make chit-chat." Although the ends of his conscious told him to play nice, the rest of his brain didn't think they would be allowed to do that. The person who put them upt to this was the combat instructor after all. Uriel's hand was already rummaging through the small bag on his side, prepared to draw marbles if need be. Uriel distrusted the idea that playing pacifist would work, but decided to go along with it temporarily. He didn't want to be the one to spark the fire. "The name is Uriel, Sylus. I guess its nice to meet'cha as well."</s>
<\|description\|>Sylus Moriam Nickname(s): Sy Gender: Male Age: 16 human years, 200 elven years Year: 2 Birthday: September 2nd Astrological Sign: Virgo Species: Elf Class: Ranger Weapon: A bow and enchanted arrows that serve a myriad of purposes. These are as follows: fire (erupts in flames on contact with something) lightning (Pulsing electricity, shocks living targets and is obviously also useful for damaging Earth technology) leech (drains magical energy from target at a steady rate, causing target to weaken and makes it much harder to cast spells. Only works if it pierces skin, can only by stopped by being physically removed, i.e pulled out) paralysis (target is paralyzed around arrow site until arrow is removed, as muscles around the area become useless as long as it's there. If shot in the leg, target will not be able to walk as well, if shot in arm target cannot swing weapons using that arm. again needs to pierce skin) World: Lucis Short Biography: Sylus grew up quietly in a small elven settlement deep in the forests of Lucis. When the Black Gale appeared, Sylus's father, a well-known and accomplished adventurer, became a gatekeeper, only to vanish about 3 years ago. Sylus believes that becoming a gatekeeper himself would be the only way to find out what happened to him, so it was a no-brainer for him to accept entrance into the academy. His mother warned against him going, as she didn't want to lose her son as well, but Sylus sees no other acceptable future for himself. Personality: Sylus is rather shy around unfamiliar people, especially in large crowds. He slowly becomes more comfortable around people as he gets to know them, and once he has made a few friends he is quite friendly, optimistic and outgoing around them.He has a serious attitude when it comes to his studies, as he wants nothing more then to follow in his father's footsteps, and hopefully find him. He is also very fond of nature and spends as much time among plants and animals as he can, preferring to study, eat lunch and such around school grounds rather than indoors. Partner: (TBA) Fear(s)/Weakness(es)/Limit(s): Sylus frequently has night terrors, and as such he sometimes avoids sleeping and has a habit of sneaking out of his dorm at night. He will often go out of his way to help people he cares about, often times endangering or exhausting himself in the process. Using his healing magic drains his mental strength and can be quite detrimental to his health. As archery is his only combat skill, if caught in close-quarters combat he will be at a disadvantage. Skills/Abilities/Traits: Moderately skilled Archer. Knows basic enchantment which he uses to create magical arrows for different purposes, also dabbles in alchemy and can create various poisons to coat arrows with. He is studying druidic magic, which is magic derived from life and nature, and used for the benefit of it. he can communicate with animals fluently as if they could speak, and has a natural gift for befriending them. He can sense energies within living beings if he concentrates, such as magic energy, and life force. This allows him to sense beings that would otherwise be hidden to him, and tell how much life force a being has (how close to death they are essentially). He has learned how to channel his life force into other beings in order to heal their wounds or cure their ailments, however doing so is, for obvious reasons, extremely physically demanding. The energy required to heal another is proportionate to the severity of the wound or ailment. The more energy he uses to heal others, the more he risks passing out, becoming ill or worse. Other: He has formed a strong bond with a bird he named Feena, who lives in a tree on Academy grounds and that he visits every day. He can play the lute, and enjoys doing so as a hobby.</s> <\|message\|>Sylus Moriam "Ha, you're telling me. Archery is a far more effective method of combat when there's any sort of cover or higher ground present." Sylus also turned to cautiously gaze at FL. "I'm not sure about him, or if he can even communicate... though I highly doubt he'd be here if he couldn't. I'm suspicious that he might be waiting until we both turn our attention entirely away from him, so we should avoid doing such a thing for now. Now then, let us see if we can't find some other way out of here then resorting to violence, if you please." Sylus put the arrow back in his quiver and let go of the bowstring, still gripping the bow with one hand in case Uriel had other ideas.</s> <\|message\|>Christopher Jay Graham The trip was uneventful, though exhilarating as always. That's griffin flying, for you. Chris said his goodbyes to the griffin after the landing, and promised to come visit it soon. This was the griffin that had taken him to the academy in his very first year, and every year afterwards. He became friends with it quickly after a few visits to the school's griffin nest in his first year, and started taking it out for flights. They're cool, extremely intelligent, majestic-ass beasts. Who wouldn't want one? Chris strolled across the courtyard, and into the main hall casually. He was a little late, sure, but- Oh. The speech was over. Shit. He didn't think he wasted that much time getting there. It seemed only the fifth years seated conveniently close to the back of the hall where he was, were left. Walking along the back row, he noticed that they were monitoring groups of what appeared to be students in white boxlike rooms. Some fighting, some talking, some sitting quietly... Interesting, but nothing really surprised him from the school anymore. Taking the closest convenient seat, he looked behind him to see Zarbaha and Raule. He retrieved his own holopad from his duffel before tossing the bag lightly onto the floor, and leaning his rifle up against his seat. "Zar, Raule. Hey." he said, while powering the device up. "I take it I missed Ier-Briar's spiel. What's happening?"</s>	<\|message\|>Sylus Moriam Collab w/ Tyrant from the West Box #435 Sylus, Uriel and Frontal Lobe Sylus had un-notched his arrow, and in response Uriel followed suit. Or at least, as close to suit as he could. He returned his marbles to the little baggie, but kept his hand near it incase he needed to panic draw. However, it looked like he might not need to do anything of the sort, Sylus looked to be the type who would warn before starting a fight. Hell, he had even said he didn't want to fight. "You've got a point there, Sylus, and you've got it. I would rather not fight as well. I've been shot with an arrow before, those things hurt like nothing else. " He also took note of the comment about Mr.Roboto over to the side. Uriel would be sure not to become too comfortable until he was absolutely sure the robot was safe to be around. "Hmm, this is a bit tricky" Sylus said, thinking aloud. "Even though we're probably expected to fight, and many of the other students are probably doing just that right now, I highly doubt that's the only allowed solution. Some of the exams and such in this school are based on finding creative solutions after all." He pondered for a moment, looking around thoroughly for any sign of, well, anything but pure white. But of course, it couldn't be that easy."Perhaps if we dawdle for long enough they'll just teleport us out, but I have very strong doubts about that. Hmmm" Sylus continued to ponder for a while, glancing anxiously at FL every now and again. Uriel listened to Sylus, and agreed with about everything he had said. Maybe waiting around would be sufficient? As these thoughts flew through Uriel's head, he took his eyes off of FL and turned to Sylus to respond. However before any words came out of his mouth, FL fell to the floor, and the resulting sound was not all that pretty. Uriel turned to the robot and spoke to Sylus at the same time. "I don't think we need to worry about that 'guy' anymore. He doesn't seem to be functioning properly, maybe someone will fix him up later. " He had put extra emphasis on the 'guy' part, to show he wasn't entirely sure thats what it was. Probably not the best way to show doubt, but it didn't matter. " So, are you some kind of...elf?" Sylus' ears stuck out to Uriel, however not all knife-ears were elves. Uriel didn't talk to any lucis-born people through the break, and had lost his touch when it came to talking to them. He had never tried to learn about much of their culture, and only knew what people had told him during school about those born there. "That is indeed what my people are mainly reffered to as, yes. I understand your confusion, from what I have heard there are much fewer types of sapient species on earth. But yes, I'm not sure what happened to... whatever that creature is. I have seen other syntetic beings before, a good number of them come here for some reason... robots, I think they're called? There certainly isn't anything like them on lucius. The closest thing would probably be undead and other deceased beings or aninimate objects brought to life by magical or alchemical experimentation. Either way, I'm quite curious about your method of combat. I think I saw you pull out a few small, brightly-colored orbs from that pouch of yours, and I sense magic from them." "Yeah, before you guys came along we thought we were the only type of truly-sentient life out there. Robots? Yep that is what they are called, man-made machines, often more dangerous then the average man himself." Uriel then grabbed two random marbles out of his bag and gave them a look, a yellow and dark blue. Safe enough for demonstration in this room. "These things are my weapon of choice. Marbles, with explosive powers within them. Have you heard of a grenade before? Basically, these are that, but weaker. They also, depending on the enchantment, will explode with a different kind of effect!" Uriel hit the two marbles together in his palm and cracked them, so the effects would combine, and then threw the marbles towards the most empty spot in the room, which would be the corner away from the two and a half of them. When they hit the ground, ice-chunks flew out. The corner and the two nearby walls caught the majority of the chunks. The ice chunks, in adition to being ice itself, were also giving off very strong electric pulses. Strong enough to give the average man a harmful shock, give their hearts a rude-awakening. " What do you got? " "Hmm, very intruiging. Similarly, I have a few types of enchantments on my arrows. Not as many types as your marbles at the moment, I enchant them all myself and am not all that skilled at the moment. I'm a second year and I think I saw you sitting farther back, that would explain our difference in that particular skill. Anyway, the types of arrows I currently have consist of two element types, fire and lightning as well as 2 others. The lightning ones simply electrocute whatever they hit. They do so for quite a while, a few minutes unless the arrow is removed. They could kill the average sapient being given enough time, so I tend to use those in only the most dire situations. Being burned is indeed also very bad, but the thing with the fire arrows is the tip breaks and erupts in flames, engulfing it's target, not lasting as long as the electric ones. The other 2 types consist of what I have dubbed 'leech arrows', and another I have dubbed 'paralysis arrows.' The leech ones drain magical energy from the target at an alarming rate, which both interferes with spellcasting and such, and can quickly fatigue or weaken spellcasters, or any lucis inhabitant with lots of magic in their blood. Although I don't rely on innate magic most of the time, I, and most elves honestly, would suffer greatly if hit with one of them. Finally, the paralysis type interferes with a person's nervous system at the entry site, locking up the muscles. I had knocked one of those earlier and if I was able to hit your arm I would have rendered it useless. As for my other skills, I can use a form of healing magic by physically touching someone and channeling my energy into them. This is a surefire way to exhaust myself, however. Also, although it's not the most useful ability in the world, I can communicate with animals through my mind. It's difficult to explain, but suffice to say I could easily calm a wild animal attempting to devour me, or convince one to help me out with something. that's pretty much my repertoire, as it were." "Well...shit." Sylus sounded somewhat like a one-man swat team, all he needed was the gun and armor. Paralyzing arrows? Yep, if he had been hit in the arm, the pain and the complete loss of mobility would have cost him the fight. Switching arms in combat was something that Uriel never really had to done, simply because his arms were generally never hit by anything like that. He also had a very wide range of skills as well. More so then Uriel, that was for certain. However, Uriel believed that with a proper smoke-screan placement, as well as having nice terrain, he could do it. Certainly not easily, but if he played his hands right, things might work out. As those thoughts flew through his head, he tried to clear them out. They certainly weren't good things to be thinking in this situation, especially this situation. "Heh, We sound like a couple of video game characters don't we?" Did Sylus even know what a video-game was? Whatever. If he didn't, Uriel wouldn't mind taking the time to explain. 'Video game? Some form of entertainment on earth perhaps?" Sylus asked curiously. "Yeah. Ok, you know what a Television set is right? And you've played games of pretend back on lusis right, when you were a kid?" This was already harder then Uriel had thought it would be. 'Don't worry, you needn't explain if it's that difficult. There are many things in Lucis I would have a very difficult time explaining to an earthling, that is the nature of our worlds I suppose. I can infer that it is some form of interactive game using a television set though, I have heard of those before. Interesting." He then seemed to ponder for a moment, then sigh. "It does seem like we'll be here for a while, not so sure how to get out of this place." He continued looking around for anything at all, waiting for this ruse to be over with if that was even something that would just happpen somehow.</s>
<\|description\|>Penelope Ashford Still room? Penelope [-] When she's in her aquatic form, her legs fuse to form a green, scaly tail with a delicate fin. The scales are far closer to a snake's than a fish's. Alias: N/A Nickname: Penny, Aquagirl Gender: Female Age: 16 Year: First Birthday: February 16 Sign: Pisces Species: Sirens are the darker side of merfolk, not necessarily evil or malicious, but far more likely to bear those traits. They can breathe both water or air, and their lower fins transform into legs when out of water. Their most prominent and disturbing physical feature is their teeth, which do not change between forms. They are long and needle-like, evolved for spearing fish. Class: Seamaster The seamaster is at home aboard a ship, with the wind at their back and salt spray in their face. A true maritime expert, the seamaster is proficient in sailing, water magic, and close-quarters combat. Weapon: A steel cutlass named Seacutter, enchanted to be as easy to swing in water as in air. Lucis Biography: Penelope is the daughter of a merfolk Duchess, and as such, grew up in a life of luxury with servants to wait on her hand and fin. However, her mother ticked off the King with so many sleights, he revoked her titles and land. The family is still living comfortably, but it's a step down from where they were. Penelope sees her time at the academy as a chance to start climbing the social ladder and regain her family's status. Partner: Willing to partner with anyone Personality: The first thing people notice about Penelope is that she snarks with the best of them. Her natural instinct is to treat both bad news and outright danger with sarcasm. If one can get through her tough exterior, which isn't easy, she start feeling more comfortable around them. Strange abilities and traits: Sirens have an innate affinity for water magic. Powerful sirens have been known to dispel storms at sea and lift entire lakes from their beds, even turning their entire bodies into living water, but right now, Penelope's powers are barely enough to fill a small bathtub Hypnotic Song: All Sirens have a song that can hypnotize weak-willed members of the opposite sex. However, it will not work on mechanical lifeforms. Fears/weaknesses: Penelope often sets high expectations for herself, and berates herself if she fails to meet them. She also will not work well with individuals who aren't similarly driven. She's also afraid of being stuck underground. Other: Has an excellent head for mathematics</s> <\|message\|>Sylus Moriam Sylus Moriam Rays of sunlight, in hues of gold, orange and red, began to peek through the treetops, bidding the humble abodes that lay nestled in the branches just below a good morning. Sylus stood up from a sitting position at the realization that it was dawn, brushing his long white hair behind his shoulders, fastening his bow and quiver to his back, and checking inside his pack once more to ensure all he needed was there. Once satisfied, he slung it over his shoulder and took out his smoking pipe, loaded it with tobacco and lit it. The white tiger that lay curled at his feet stirred, lifting her head up towards Sylus, looking him in the eyes with piercing deep blue ones of her own. Her voice, a gentle feminine tone that echoed in Sylus' mind, chided him, saying "Your father would hate to see that you took up such a habit, Master." Sylus glared down at her, not in the mood to be scolded by such a layabout. "I am aware of that, Nalia, but t'is the only thing that can calm my nerves at times like this." "Relax, Master.", Nalia replied, "Treat this day like all others before it, and you will do fine." "That is easy for you to say. All you need to worry about is your next meal and finding a warm patch of sun to bask in." Sylus looked away from her, having nothing more to say. Nalia knew he was awful with goodbyes, and he'd already said his parting words the previous evening, to her and to everyone else. Just hours ago, he had left the the gathering at the Chieftain's hall that took place every time any resident of Caeldiron's Rest left the village for any reason, no matter how long they would be gone, be it weeks, months, years, decades or centuries. He had nothing more to say, to anyone within earshot at least. he put out his pipe, put it back in his tobacco pouch and spoke into the morning air. "This will be my second year at the academy. I will reach greater heights of my abilities, and I will take every step necessary to surpass you, Father. I promise you, I will be a gatekeeper just like you, and I will return here one day. I will keep my promise to mother, even if you could not do the same." He said something very similar to himself one year earlier, on a morning very much like this one. The academy was worlds away from here, both literally and figuratively. Last year was an equally overwhelming and refreshing experience, and he knew this year would be no different. Within the hour, a griffon would land right before him, to take him within the black gale, to the Academy. He wondered if it would be the same Griffon as last year. He hoped not, as he was not the greatest conversationalist among beasts, repeating "Just hold on and be silent" to all of Sylus' inquiries. although, thinking back on it, perhaps he simply was not used to being spoken to by a student, as the beast-tongue was not a common gift, even among Sylus' people. At last, after a seeming eternity had passed, he began to hear the beating of wings and gallant screeching of a Griffon. "I have arrived, student" echoed within his Sylus's mind, the screech given meaning by his Druidic bloodline. The beast landed before him. Sylus mounted the beast promptly, opting not to make conversation this time, as this griffon exuded the same no-nonsense attitude the last one did. "The second year… I almost cannot conceive of it" Sylus found himself muttering as the great beast flapped its wings and gained momentum, emerging from the treeline and careening towards the great rift in the sky once more. Thoughts of what the coming months may hold weighed heavily on Sylus' mind, so much so that the scenery seemed to shift and change even quicker than the year before. Eventually, he was stirred from his daydreaming by the Griffon's change to a downward momentum, the Academy gates looming below.</s> <\|message\|>Majolika Maevis Marione Macholle The village in the Dark Forest, really little more than a cluster of old log cabins clustered around a central fire pit, was far more active than usual this morning. While most of the inhabitants would normally be indoors preparing for the morning meal or, more likely, a long day of hard work. However this morning, just about everyone was outside, clustered around the center of the village, talking eagerly among each other. The cause of their excitement was a regal figure, perched in the very middle of the murmuring crowd. The large Griffon sat with it's head held high in pride as it waited from it's charge to arrive, glancing occasionally at it's audience, though most of it's attention was focused on a single log cabin, otherwise indistinguishable from the others. In the darkened interior of the cabin, lit by a few sputtering candles, a girl in a black, wide-brimmed hat looked over the row of wood carving tools that were laid along the top of a large workbench. The candlelight reflected off of Ma's thick round glasses as she counted the tool once again, making sure that she'd collected everything she'd need. She rolled up the tools in a leather wrap and stored them in one of the many compartments of her pack, which sat next to the door. Ma looked at the her pack and glanced around the room once again, wondering if she'd forgotten anything only to be interrupted by the sound on an impatient sigh. "Bloody hell, girl! You've got everything." Came a masculine, and very annoyed sounding voice. The source of the voice was mystery as Ma appeared to be alone in the room. "Let's go, before I die of old age." Ma glanced up at her hat and responded. "You're younger than me, remember. I'll die of old age long before you do. Ouch!" She flinched as something, or someone, dug their claws into her scalp. "Okay, okay! I'll go, just sthtop!" She grabbed up her pack, and struggled through the door and into the morning light. Ma squeezed out through the door, being held back for a moment by the considerable size of the pack she was wearing, mostly due to the fact that most of the pack's space was devoted the young tree that she was carrying in it, the leafy treetop was poking out the top of the pack and hung over her head like a green umbrella. Ma gasped in wonder as she looked at the majestic Griffon that waited in front of her house, barely aware of the other Witches in her village wishing her farewell. "Woah I kinda withsh sthomething like that waths my Familiar... Ouch! Sthorry." The little Witch spoke with a noticeable lisp. Ma hurried forwards and climbed onto the Griffon back, barely settling into a comfortable position before the great beast took off, ascending to incredible heights in a moment and banking towards the Black Gale. Ma could've whooped in excitement if she weren't afraid of swallowing a bug. Strangely, despite the wind her hat remained securely planted on her head. She watched, her wide eyes hidden behind her heavy glasses, as they approached at rift in the sky at incredible speed and, before she had the chance to brace herself, they had blasted through it. The act of passing from one world to another was a strange feeling, like a tingling sensation that ran up and down Ma's arms, and then the moment passed and Ma was looking down on the Black Gale itself, the bridge between worlds. She wanted to see it all, and looked around hungrily, but the cluster of buildings in the distance held her attention. The Academy. "We're almost there, Sthid!" She said excitedly. "Oh joy..." Came the sarcastic reply.</s>	<\|message\|>Penelope Ashford Penelope had decided to meet the griffin up on the landing area above her hometown. She could see the buildings below, carved from the seabed, and picked out her family's former mansion. Someday, I'll be back. This is just the first step. She climbed onto the griffin's back, unable to keep herself from yelling, "Giddyup!" The griffin glared at her, but took off anyway. As they approached the Black Gale, Penelope braced herself, not quite sure what passing through would feel like. A quick stab of cold, and then they were through, looking down on the Academy. The griffin pulled into a deep dive, and she whooped with delight. As they landed, Penelope took a look around at her new home. I think I'm going to like it here.</s>
<\|description\|>Penelope Ashford Still room? Penelope [-] When she's in her aquatic form, her legs fuse to form a green, scaly tail with a delicate fin. The scales are far closer to a snake's than a fish's. Alias: N/A Nickname: Penny, Aquagirl Gender: Female Age: 16 Year: First Birthday: February 16 Sign: Pisces Species: Sirens are the darker side of merfolk, not necessarily evil or malicious, but far more likely to bear those traits. They can breathe both water or air, and their lower fins transform into legs when out of water. Their most prominent and disturbing physical feature is their teeth, which do not change between forms. They are long and needle-like, evolved for spearing fish. Class: Seamaster The seamaster is at home aboard a ship, with the wind at their back and salt spray in their face. A true maritime expert, the seamaster is proficient in sailing, water magic, and close-quarters combat. Weapon: A steel cutlass named Seacutter, enchanted to be as easy to swing in water as in air. Lucis Biography: Penelope is the daughter of a merfolk Duchess, and as such, grew up in a life of luxury with servants to wait on her hand and fin. However, her mother ticked off the King with so many sleights, he revoked her titles and land. The family is still living comfortably, but it's a step down from where they were. Penelope sees her time at the academy as a chance to start climbing the social ladder and regain her family's status. Partner: Willing to partner with anyone Personality: The first thing people notice about Penelope is that she snarks with the best of them. Her natural instinct is to treat both bad news and outright danger with sarcasm. If one can get through her tough exterior, which isn't easy, she start feeling more comfortable around them. Strange abilities and traits: Sirens have an innate affinity for water magic. Powerful sirens have been known to dispel storms at sea and lift entire lakes from their beds, even turning their entire bodies into living water, but right now, Penelope's powers are barely enough to fill a small bathtub Hypnotic Song: All Sirens have a song that can hypnotize weak-willed members of the opposite sex. However, it will not work on mechanical lifeforms. Fears/weaknesses: Penelope often sets high expectations for herself, and berates herself if she fails to meet them. She also will not work well with individuals who aren't similarly driven. She's also afraid of being stuck underground. Other: Has an excellent head for mathematics</s> <\|message\|>Sylus Moriam Sylus squinted and covered his eyes as they adjusted to the blindingly stark-white landscape before him, his body shivering in response to the sudden extreme drop in temperature. "I cannot wait until the weather changes... This cold is nearly unbearable," he found himself saying as he took in the familiar, but still surreal, alien architecture that stretched out below him. he looked beside, in front of, and behind himself, watching as more and more griffons parted ways from the group he was clustered in, narrowing down to the students that were to be his peers. Most of the students he could immediately make out details of were clinging to their transportation for dear life, or generally seemed to be in some state of shock or awe. He inferred from this that there must be quite a few first years in the mix, more than the following year even. After some time of passing academy after academy he recognized the much more familiar silhouette of The Academy of the Arcane Artes in the distance, and began bracing for his descent and landing. Sylus's transportation hovered in place for a bit before beginning gradual descent to the landing area. Once on the ground, he dismounted the griffon and collected his things from its claws, nodding in appreiciation towards the beast before it flew off again. He idled for a moment, glancing at the other students landing nearby, picking out any familiar faces and studying a few of the unfamilliar ones. As the speaker system crackled to life, Sylus was stirred from his curiosity by the realization that he needed to get inside to the main hall promptly, both because of the imminent first-day ceremony and the fact that he was utterly freezing. He briskly joined the throngs of students heading into the main building, to begin what would inevitably be an eventful school year, for better or for worse.</s> <\|message\|>Jett Croswell Jett Croswell The cold winds struck at Jett and if not for his glasses, he'd have lost both his eyes. Off in the distance was a rowdy noise, screams, laughter and yelling... Jett looked closer at the dot and soon realized that the one big dot was a swarm of little dots, almost a hundred. Jett smiled and looked down towards the griffin. Jett got down to the griffins ears and with the wind going down his throat he managed to say, ""I want to be there before that group of Orcs," Jett said while pointing in the direction of the noise. The griffin let out a grunt and almost instantly picked up speed, barely hanging on Jett laughed at the enjoyment of this flight. "Come on, I know you can faster!" Jett said, challenging the beautiful creature. Jetts glasses almost flew off and he himself struggled to even keep breathing. The noise of the Orcs quickly faded and bursting through a cloud revealed The Academy. The Academy The Academy was so white and elegant, the simplicity and the complex mixed well and created a beautiful scene and place to stay. Jett looked for a place to land but decided to ask the griffin. "Remember the Orcs we beat here, can you land me where they would be? I need to see the leader, if its not to much trouble." The griffin turned towards a landing pad and Jett jumped off before the griffin landed, "This is good enough, thank you for the ride and you need to work on you're speed, still too slow," Jett smirked at his comment. The griffin seemed to almost smile, he turned, flapped its wings and knocked Jett completely off his feet. He got up in time to see the griffin fly away. The big dot was now visible. Jett got up, wiped himself off, ignored the rude and random announcement and stood up straight, arms crossed behind his back and waited for the Orcs to arrive.</s> <\|message\|>Byeondeog The trip through the Black Gale had been an uneventful affair, a tense atmosphere surronding the ride from being aware that she was sitting atop a predator much larger than herself, no matter how pretty it may have been. The griffin they had sent was a rather aged creature, the lions fur having been edged with grey, a few scars visible to the trained eye, but his eyes showed a languid confidence that hinted at having had years of practice honing is strength. 'Ah,' Amon thought to herself as she saw the creature, ' I suppose it was a bit much to hope they'd leave me with no guards on the trip.' Despite the fact she had found it a rather comfortable trip, having already been prepared from her last trip for the transition from leaving one world for another. She spent the time during the trip merely taking in the view, having little else to do on the trip. It wasn't long into the trip before they had joined a mass of griffins, each carrying their own load, but Amon was quick to note that for each of a diffrent race that appeared, and the multitude of humans to be seen, she had yet to see another of her own. It mattered little, as she'd probably have little to talk of with those of her own race. The last and only other time she had ran into another kumiho, it had been in a dispute over hunting rights in the village, and she had left fairly battered for the meeting. She felt little need to have another "family reunion." Turning her attention back to the rest, she noted with some satisfaction that most of the others seemed to be hunkering down and holding on for dear life to the birds, the image leaving a smirk on her lips. She had little trouble balancing on the creature, her many tails more than enough to handle any problems with balance she might have. The wind, however, was a bit more bothersome. Her ears were positively plastered against her head to ward of the offending gale, and the oncoming sight of the academy was a welcome one indeed. The two of them landed with little fanfare, her escort giving a small snort as she got off directed at a rather young looking griffin fall at what seemed like a meteoric rate toward the ground, wings flaring and tail whipping as it landed, the poor student on it's back looking rather shaken from the experience. The scene was mildly amusing for a second, before a gust of wind promptly reminded her of the cold weather currently in effect, her tails reflexively wrapping themselves around her as she glared at nothing in particular, annoyed at the current weather. The brochure had said the weather was controlled, and while she had never minded the winter before, it seemed a waste to keep it so cold when it wasn't mandatory. She had to fight off the urge to immediately shift to her apparently furred Fox form. She'd simply stick it out for the moment. Amon would rather avoid attention for the moment if she could help it. Instead, she threw on the cloak over her uniform and quickly wrapped her tails around herself again, resembling to be clad in a somewhat luxurious fur scratched briefly at the choker on her neck again before catching herself, grimacing at the reminder. She gazed at the structures ahead of her, admitting that they were quiet impressive. It was certainly a far cry from the schools she had seen during her time on earth, seeming more like a small town than a school, with hundreds up on hundreds of students gathering together. Amon held her orb as she began to feel a twinge of anxiety, the dark violet, melon sized orb emitting a pulse as she considered her next step. That decision was taken care of for her as a sharp noise caused Amon to wince as the speakers came to life, with a rather interesting message played over the sound system, causing a confused expression to appear on her face. It was a rather presented in a rather unorthodox attitude, but the point had come across easily enough. She was at a loss as to where this main hall may be, but quickly concluded that following the crowd that was already on the move seemed best. She worked her way into one such group, folding her ears back to drown out the noise, trying her best to ignore all the painfully unguarded students, many of whom she could smell rich reserves of mana, the scent incessantly reminding her that it had been some days she had last fed, but she had been assured that they would be able to cater to her specific tastes, and she didn't fancy trying for a daring escape so early. After all, she was here to learn was she not.</s>	<\|message\|>Penelope Ashford Penelope nodded to the griffin, which flew off towards the stables. She glanced around the grounds. Elegant buildings, immaculate grounds, and... was that a lake? Tide come in, it was! That was perfect. She would be able to feel open water on her scales. No siren should have to transform in a bathtub, after all. Walking up to the school entrance, Penelope took the measure of her fellow students. There were so many species represented, from orcs to elves, and the humans. She'd never had the pleasure of meeting a human, but she'd heard many interesting stories and rumors. None of them were true, probably, but it would certainly be something worth writing her mother about.</s>
<\|description\|>Penelope Ashford Still room? Penelope [-] When she's in her aquatic form, her legs fuse to form a green, scaly tail with a delicate fin. The scales are far closer to a snake's than a fish's. Alias: N/A Nickname: Penny, Aquagirl Gender: Female Age: 16 Year: First Birthday: February 16 Sign: Pisces Species: Sirens are the darker side of merfolk, not necessarily evil or malicious, but far more likely to bear those traits. They can breathe both water or air, and their lower fins transform into legs when out of water. Their most prominent and disturbing physical feature is their teeth, which do not change between forms. They are long and needle-like, evolved for spearing fish. Class: Seamaster The seamaster is at home aboard a ship, with the wind at their back and salt spray in their face. A true maritime expert, the seamaster is proficient in sailing, water magic, and close-quarters combat. Weapon: A steel cutlass named Seacutter, enchanted to be as easy to swing in water as in air. Lucis Biography: Penelope is the daughter of a merfolk Duchess, and as such, grew up in a life of luxury with servants to wait on her hand and fin. However, her mother ticked off the King with so many sleights, he revoked her titles and land. The family is still living comfortably, but it's a step down from where they were. Penelope sees her time at the academy as a chance to start climbing the social ladder and regain her family's status. Partner: Willing to partner with anyone Personality: The first thing people notice about Penelope is that she snarks with the best of them. Her natural instinct is to treat both bad news and outright danger with sarcasm. If one can get through her tough exterior, which isn't easy, she start feeling more comfortable around them. Strange abilities and traits: Sirens have an innate affinity for water magic. Powerful sirens have been known to dispel storms at sea and lift entire lakes from their beds, even turning their entire bodies into living water, but right now, Penelope's powers are barely enough to fill a small bathtub Hypnotic Song: All Sirens have a song that can hypnotize weak-willed members of the opposite sex. However, it will not work on mechanical lifeforms. Fears/weaknesses: Penelope often sets high expectations for herself, and berates herself if she fails to meet them. She also will not work well with individuals who aren't similarly driven. She's also afraid of being stuck underground. Other: Has an excellent head for mathematics</s> <\|message\|>Experiment 736 736 The flight to on the griffin had been fairly uneventful. In fact, the griffin seemed to not even acknowledge 736, briskly leaving at its first opportunity. It came as somewhat of a shock that no one reacted to 736's arrival. His appearance usually elicited some form of disgust or fear, but not so here. 736 was careful to note that, in fact, this place seemed to be much more cosmopolitan than the backwoods village he had once orbited. Truth be told, he was far from the strangest thing there. The message on the loudspeaker relayed the information to the student body, though it took its damn time about it. In addition, 736 was slightly taken aback. "What a paragon of consummate professionalism" he muttered in a deep, raspy voice. Only upon entering the designated facility was 736 struck by precisely the verisimilitude of the student body, seeming to pull the oddest outliers from every corner of both worlds. As 736 saw it, they were a perfect cross-section of extremes, ready to be observed and tested. 736 probably would have even smirked slightly, seeing the opportunities he had been granted to learn about the human condition, if his facial nerves hadn't been so sloppily assembled. On the subject of bizarre people, the figure that loomed over the crowd was no exception. Something about the child irritated 736, yet he couldn't help but find him intriguing. 736 made a mental note to inquire further. At Ier-Briar Thorn's request, 736 reached below his seat. There, he found a slip of paper (and around 80 dead spiders). The paper was slightly crumpled, as if it had been used for something else, a theory further supported by what appeared to be a crude drawing of 1/3 of a rabbit on the corner of the paper. Still, the largest detail was, naturally, the number 09, written hastily in pencil.</s> <\|message\|>Dagny Ek Zarbaha Zar strode into the main hall and quickly found a seat. She was silent as she observed other students on their way in. Some had been attending the Academy for a while now and they were relatively unimpressed with the ceremony to come. Others were clearly first years, probably wandering into the main hall by mistake with wide eyes. She kept to herself, however, and her attention promptly to the front at the crush of a microphone. __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Dagny When the microphone was crushed between the Headmaster's tiny hands, Dagny wondered if that was even allowed. Sure, he was the Headmaster, but if she pulled the same stunt she'd probably face detention. As she sat, her gaze flickered about at the other students. Now that it was quiet save for the Headmaster's droning, she occupied herself with thoughts on the fresh meat. The lineup was pretty dull save for one--you had your run-of-the-mill humanoids, but also a Frankenstein-like creature. Wow, Dagny thought, her gaze pulling away. As she did, students bent over and she looked around and then up at the Headmaster in confusion. Fuck, she should've been listening. She looked beside her and watched as the student fished a piece of paper out from under her seat. Dagny followed suit and found a number under her seat: 3546.</s> <\|message\|>Byeondeog Amon entered the building gratefully, glad to have gotten away from the wind and snow. Now out of the elements, she vigorously shook her head to to free herself of the snowflakes clinging to her head and irritating her ears. Once in the room she saw that the veteran students seemed to be arranging themselves into the layered pews, quickly perceiving that they seemed to be separating by their classes, or grades, or whatever it had said in that brochure they separated by. Amon noted as the pews went higher, the groups numbers seemed to decrease rapidly staring the fourth year. No longer needing to shield herself from the elements, Amon's tails ceased covering her body, flowing out behind her as she made her way to the lowermost pews, gaining a few annoyed glares as her tails brushed into peoples faces as the trailed, a smirk playing across her lips. Despite all her thoughts that she should remain unseen, Amon felt the urge to show off, if only a bit and had always taken great pride in her tails. With that thought she glanced back, smirk turning into a grimace as she saw that they had actually become quite unkempt, fur sticking out at odd angles, no doubt from the trip in, with the wintery winds certainly doing nothing to help. This new crisis suddenly took a monopoly of her attention, rushing to find one of the bottom pews and sitting quickly, paying no mind to those who might be sitting near to her. She was soon enthralled with doing her best to smooth down the fur that seemed to be fighting back at her. She barely noted the introduction of the headmaster, bemoaning the fact that she hadn't been allowed to bring any of her own affects with her on the trip, on account of them being 'processed as evidence' when she had left. Amon rolled her eyes at the grandiose announcement of the headmaster, focusing on a particularly stubborn tangle, when she noticed those around her pulling something from under their seats. Unsure of what was going on, Amon reached under hers as well, grimacing as she found a hard piece of gum as well as the paper, and brought only the latter back with her. After a moment's hesitation, looking between the state Fox her tails and the piece of paper, she gave into defeat, realizing she'd have to grab some grooming supplies first chance, and studied the paper. It was an innocuous looking thing having no more than number 297 written on it. With a puzzled expression she turned it over, looking for some sort of explanation, before giving up and watching the others, worried she may have missed something important in her earlier frenzied state.</s> <\|message\|>Mia Betancourt A small wave of panic hit Mia as she was jostled in the throng of students, the constant stream of data doing little to quell the uneasiness running through her. Perhaps this wasn't the best place for the shy girl after all, as she tried to keep some control being pushed forward into the main hall as everyone dispelled towards seats. The older more assured beings making their way towards the front of the assembly as the rest filed into seats in some for a hierarchy the girl assumed watching them. In an attempt to escape the crowd, Mia attempted to free herself by inching slowly to the edge of the throng, but failed to notice that upon entering the Main Hall the crowd lessened causing her to stumble into a row almost tripping and landing on a blue haired boy (Varren) her face flushing bright red, "S-so-sorry!!" the girl stuttered out quickly straightening herself looking down, before giving up and sitting a seat down from the boy. Muttering to herself, she shook her head reprimanding her foolish actions; this was a chance for a fresh start and become a more assertive person. Lost in her thoughts Mia failed to notice the small figure make its way up onto the stage until the ear splitting feedback echoed when the mic was crushed, covering her ears as she winced her attention firmly drawn to the stage blinking twice at the small human looking person announced himself in a rather colorful and superior way. A quick flicker of her eyes drew the stream of data focused on the headmaster out onto her glasses as she looked over the data curiously, most of it was missing sections but what he had said about himself matched what she could find. "Guess I was expecting something a little less startling..hah…" she murmured to herself dismissing the data back into the constant stream, once more having neglected to pay attention to the announcements. She would have to pull up the recording and give it a proper listen later. Mimicking everyone else the girl reached down under her chair to withdraw a slip of torn paper, as if it was haphazardly ripped from a notebook and scribbled across it was a neat and pristine 69 a strange contrast to the tinged and worn paper, tilting her head curiously Mia looked around in the same confusion as everyone else before looking back towards the stage wondering just what she was in store for.</s> <\|message\|>Yuga Abubu Yuga's arrival to the academy wasn't worth noting. Her trip through the Black Gale was equally uninteresting as it was oddly peaceful, and the scenery appeared to be the same as the last time she had gone through it back in her days at the academy. She wasn't sure if this was because the Black Gale was more static than Yuga had remembered or something else entirely. She still recorded everything she saw in the event her creators pick up on something she didn't. Upon landing at the Academy grounds Yuga bowed towards her Griffon and thanked it for it's services. And announcement was made shortly after her arrival for all students to head towards the main hall. Yuga could already see a crowd of students make their way towards the hall so Yuga just followed them. Her feet made a soft crunching sound in the snow, leaving behind hand-shaped prints in the immaculate white. Yuga made records of each of the students she saw in the event that she would see more of them and took record of their appearance, belongings, demeanor, and even voice if she could hear and isolate it from the rabble. Everyone looks sufficiently prepared for the school, but would they have the skills to back up their equipment? Eventually Yuga found her way into the main hall and found herself a place to sit. She had to manipulate her auxiliary arms in such a way that she wouldn't end up accidentally hitting someone else, but they were a bit tedious to maneuver. Yuga sat patiently and waited for the opening speech. When Ier arrived Yuga already knew that this wasn't going to be a long speech. Ier was never really the type to care about professionalism, as Yuga figured. She guessed it was due to being politically untouchable; the position of Head Master was important to both Lucis and Earth and neither side could would react well if their Head Master was fired. It also made things no easier since Ier was practically immortal and liked to flaunt it. Yuga's handlers disliked Ier and made it known to her that they wanted him replaced, but only if they could find someone better to take his position. She wasn't sure why they told her this, though she assumed that at some point she'd have a hand in the change in power. After Ier's speech he told everyone to look under their seat for a number. Yuga reached down and pulled out a slip of paper with the number 297. She assumed that someone somewhere in this crowd had another slip of paper with her number. Yuga was curios as to what the faculty wanted them to do if they found their person with their number. A simple meet-and-greet perhaps? Would this determine their partners for the year? Yuga couldn't say for certain. So Yuga started to see if she could pick up on the school's WiFi signal.</s>	<\|message\|>Penelope Ashford The speech was over, if it could be called a speech in the first place. Penelope had to admit, she thought she would get along well with the Headmaster. They were both subtle as sledgehammers, more concerned about action than words. She dug out a piece of paper from under her seat. The number 11 was scrawled on it in poor handwriting. A room number, perhaps? Truth be told, she had no idea what the number meant, so she sat back down and wait for further instructions to clear her confusion.</s>
<\|description\|>Penelope Ashford Still room? Penelope [-] When she's in her aquatic form, her legs fuse to form a green, scaly tail with a delicate fin. The scales are far closer to a snake's than a fish's. Alias: N/A Nickname: Penny, Aquagirl Gender: Female Age: 16 Year: First Birthday: February 16 Sign: Pisces Species: Sirens are the darker side of merfolk, not necessarily evil or malicious, but far more likely to bear those traits. They can breathe both water or air, and their lower fins transform into legs when out of water. Their most prominent and disturbing physical feature is their teeth, which do not change between forms. They are long and needle-like, evolved for spearing fish. Class: Seamaster The seamaster is at home aboard a ship, with the wind at their back and salt spray in their face. A true maritime expert, the seamaster is proficient in sailing, water magic, and close-quarters combat. Weapon: A steel cutlass named Seacutter, enchanted to be as easy to swing in water as in air. Lucis Biography: Penelope is the daughter of a merfolk Duchess, and as such, grew up in a life of luxury with servants to wait on her hand and fin. However, her mother ticked off the King with so many sleights, he revoked her titles and land. The family is still living comfortably, but it's a step down from where they were. Penelope sees her time at the academy as a chance to start climbing the social ladder and regain her family's status. Partner: Willing to partner with anyone Personality: The first thing people notice about Penelope is that she snarks with the best of them. Her natural instinct is to treat both bad news and outright danger with sarcasm. If one can get through her tough exterior, which isn't easy, she start feeling more comfortable around them. Strange abilities and traits: Sirens have an innate affinity for water magic. Powerful sirens have been known to dispel storms at sea and lift entire lakes from their beds, even turning their entire bodies into living water, but right now, Penelope's powers are barely enough to fill a small bathtub Hypnotic Song: All Sirens have a song that can hypnotize weak-willed members of the opposite sex. However, it will not work on mechanical lifeforms. Fears/weaknesses: Penelope often sets high expectations for herself, and berates herself if she fails to meet them. She also will not work well with individuals who aren't similarly driven. She's also afraid of being stuck underground. Other: Has an excellent head for mathematics</s> <\|message\|>Mathew Homes Box number 69 Mathew Holmes and Mia Betancourt Mathew Holmes The appearance of the strange boxes put Mathew on edge. Having grown up as a member of a hunted species had given him a limited 'shit's about to hit the fan sense', and right now it was blaring. Before he could do anything though, he was suddenly transforming into light and sent into one of the boxes. Once his body was solid again, he felt a nasty headache. "Sooth" he chanted, and his healing magic dulled the pain. With that taken care of, he worked on finding out just what had happened The only thing that really stood out was a girl who looked to be his age in the room with him. Since she was also most likely suffering from a headache as well, his first instinct was to help her with his magic...but then his mind looked back at Aludra words "no..." Mathew found it hard to believe "they...they wouldn't...would they?" While he had already assumed that the faculty was extremely weird, he didn't think they were insane "The seats weren't assigned, which means the selection had to be random. So how could they even know if this is balanced or not? I...I didn't think they were mad enough to leave something like this up to chance"</s> <\|message\|>Penelope Ashford Box 11 Penelope and Jett Well, that was unexpected. Penelope now found herself alone with a purple haired boy armed with something she could only describe as the bastard child of a katana and a longsword. She absently toyed with the handle of her own cutlass, but kept it sheathed. No sense in frightening the boy. Her pointed teeth would already do that. Damn the fact that they don't transform with my tail. "Sooo... My name's Penelope. And you would be?"</s> <\|message\|>Jett Croswell Box 11 Penelope and Jett Jett Croswell Jett followed Ralthavar Marchosias at a distance, he wants to protect him as it his job but he doesn't want anyone else knowing this is job. As The Harmonious Firsts all sat down, it was clear they had already formed their respective groups. Jett sat near the Orcs and next to the elves, he knew one or two elves that greeted him kindly. After the headmasters speech Jett reach down, 11. Jett got up, slowly, as everyone went to find their respective partners. "Striker, got any ideas on our to find this partner of ours?" Jett spoke in his mind. Strikers voice replied, "Why not just run through past everyone, you can see quicker than a lot of people, if you see the number 11 just stop running." Jett sighed at the idea, he'd look like a fool. But the plan would work. Jett bent slowly towards the ground then shot off like a bullet. Passing through everyone, well, nearly everyone, he bumped into a few people over and over again, then suddenly Jett saw a flash and his movement stopped... A female siren was standing next to Jett now, she seemed surprised out our fast he arrived. She touched her cutlass and spoke "Sooo... My name's Penelope. And you would be?" Jett held out his hand and spoke, "The names Je-I mean Ramon Marie. Nice to meet you" Close one.</s> <\|message\|>Raule Cardias "Ah…" It made sense and as he actually took the time to focus on some of the students below, he did notice that the sheets of papers clutched in the hands of the lower years had numbers; some were written finely while others looked like messy scribbles. "Fairly good. Cleaned up a few messes in the surrounding areas, got into a fight with the griffon again. Nothing out of the ordinary." Before he could say much else though, the show seemed to be on its way as a voice filled the room once more and drowned out the students. He didn't pay much attention to the witch's words, given how they were basically said for the sake of theatrics. Instead he eyed the vast number of boxes holding the lower years and sighed in annoyance, having no doubt that responsibility was about to be foisted upon them to make sure things didn't go too far. Unsurprisingly, the Headmaster's voice rang out almost immediately after that to inform the fifth years of their duty. With a soft sigh, Raule fell back into the seat behind him and set his baggage onto his lap. A few moments rummaging through it and pulled out his holopad and fired it up. Connection proved easy enough and in a matter of seconds he had over a thousand views at his fingertips. A few random taps filled his screen with the image from inside cubes where absolutely nothing outside his expectations was happening. Some introduced themselves as more level headed individuals, others had already drawn blood, and a few directed their thoughts of the situation to the white walls uselessly. He carefully scratched his head with sharpened claws as he returned the screen to the complete view of all the boxes, on the look out for anything that would require his intervention. "Glory to the fifth years, eh?" He muttered to no one in particular as he glanced at a box that housed a petite girl with a towering orc. 'That might be messy,' was his thought before he flicked to another box.</s> <\|message\|>Rei Maven Raltahvar Marchosias & Princess Meiron Alkanez Elo-Dezemineh Box 77 Ralthavar watched the sudden appearance of the witch. Her sorcery created hundreds of glowing boxes out of no where. Soon students were getting absorbed into the light from their slips of paper. A few of Ralthavar's orcs panicked and dropped their slips of paper, but they still got absorbed. Of the few who were left Ralthavar gave them some parting words. "Don't be scared! Greet them like a true orc! Show them your honor!" Ralthavar said with a chipper laugh as he grabbed two things from his bag before he too was engulfed in light. His arrival was a bit bumpy, to say the least, but he managed to come to his sense before the other person did. A small human girl who dressed regally. Ralthavar guessed that she had his number. The orc just smiled and motioned for the girl to approach him. "Come than. Let us meet each other, face-to-face!" Ralthavar roared as he brandished his weapons, a kettle full of water and a box. Ralthavar looked again at his items and realized that he did not manage to bring his weapons. No, he had a kettle of hot water, heated by a crystal for the purpose of having a warm drink on the go. And in the box contained his tea set, complete with two cups carved from jade. Not exactly Ralthavar's weapons. Regardless he took the mishap in stride and sat down in seiza. He started to prepare some tea for this other person, even taking off his fur jacket to turn it into a crude cushion for his guest. Rei Mavan & Varren Yinyues Box 23 Rei was trying so hard to trick the human boy into her clutches, but when that witchy chick arrived Rei knew that her trick wouldn't do her any good. Though she did get a good look at miss magic and Rei made a note to figure out which class she taught. Soon people started to get teleported in flashes of light and into various boxes. If she had to guess which box they were going into depended on what their number was. Rei thought of another ploy, and deciding that she could at least curb her loses, she went up to the human boy she was trying to nab. While he was distracted talking to the person in front of him Rei copped a feel, groping his plump peach and giving his trigger a squeeze before she was taken away by a ray of light. As far as light shows went Rei had worse. She recovered from her vertigo in short order and saw her prey across the room. She didn't waste time with pleasantries and targeted him with an Illusion, one that made her invisible. And now came the fun part. Rei stayed utterly quiet, just watching the boy. She wanted to see what he'd do. What his weaknesses were. And how best to impale him on her on her mighty pillar. "Your cherry is going to be the promised Eternal Rome on my tongue!!!"</s> <\|message\|>Sylus Moriam Box #435 Sylus, Uriel and Frontal Lobe Whilst curiously glancing around at the commotion, Sylus was startled by the Headmaster calling to Professor Aldura to "Do the thing," whatever that entailed. At the professor's grand entrance and even grander speech, Sylus began to get a bad feeling. Something tells me this will be even more interesting then last year's 'Icebreaker', he thought, I'd probably better steel myself. As the trio of numerals on his paper began to raditate with magical energy, sylus attempted to clear and calm his mind, to prepare himself for whatever twisted games headmaster ler-Briar had in mind. After a flash of blinding light, he found himself in a white room, with no exit, and two other inhabitants. I don't like how she said ' now prove your worth.' Sylus thought. He reflexively reached for his bow as he tended to do when caught by surprise, but he then lowered his hand again, deciding it might be a bit better for his health, not to mention far more polite, to introduce himself first. There's a chance that the others don't want to fight if they didn't know this would happen... right? "Greetings, err... gentlemen" He said as jovially as possible, but inevitably botching it as he gawked at the eerie-looking metal monstrosity that had appeared here, taken aback by the sight of... him? It? he recognized the other being in the room, a second year he saw around last year but never really met. He must be a third year now... if so I'd really rather this not come to conflict. He shook these thoughts from his mind, attempting to look friendly and calm. "I am called Sylus. I hail from Lucius, and I infer that you two must be from earth. T'is nice to meet you." He bowed to them in greeting. From The West</s>	<\|message\|>Penelope Ashford Box 11 Penelope and Ramon Penelope was confused at first. It almost seems like he forgot his name, but there's no way that's right. I mean, who forgets that? Then it struck her: he might be under an assumed name for some reason. Best to play along for now, until she could ask enough people to ferret out the truth. "Well, Ramon. Are you from Lucius, or Earth? I can't really tell just by looking at you."</s>
<\|description\|>Penelope Ashford Still room? Penelope [-] When she's in her aquatic form, her legs fuse to form a green, scaly tail with a delicate fin. The scales are far closer to a snake's than a fish's. Alias: N/A Nickname: Penny, Aquagirl Gender: Female Age: 16 Year: First Birthday: February 16 Sign: Pisces Species: Sirens are the darker side of merfolk, not necessarily evil or malicious, but far more likely to bear those traits. They can breathe both water or air, and their lower fins transform into legs when out of water. Their most prominent and disturbing physical feature is their teeth, which do not change between forms. They are long and needle-like, evolved for spearing fish. Class: Seamaster The seamaster is at home aboard a ship, with the wind at their back and salt spray in their face. A true maritime expert, the seamaster is proficient in sailing, water magic, and close-quarters combat. Weapon: A steel cutlass named Seacutter, enchanted to be as easy to swing in water as in air. Lucis Biography: Penelope is the daughter of a merfolk Duchess, and as such, grew up in a life of luxury with servants to wait on her hand and fin. However, her mother ticked off the King with so many sleights, he revoked her titles and land. The family is still living comfortably, but it's a step down from where they were. Penelope sees her time at the academy as a chance to start climbing the social ladder and regain her family's status. Partner: Willing to partner with anyone Personality: The first thing people notice about Penelope is that she snarks with the best of them. Her natural instinct is to treat both bad news and outright danger with sarcasm. If one can get through her tough exterior, which isn't easy, she start feeling more comfortable around them. Strange abilities and traits: Sirens have an innate affinity for water magic. Powerful sirens have been known to dispel storms at sea and lift entire lakes from their beds, even turning their entire bodies into living water, but right now, Penelope's powers are barely enough to fill a small bathtub Hypnotic Song: All Sirens have a song that can hypnotize weak-willed members of the opposite sex. However, it will not work on mechanical lifeforms. Fears/weaknesses: Penelope often sets high expectations for herself, and berates herself if she fails to meet them. She also will not work well with individuals who aren't similarly driven. She's also afraid of being stuck underground. Other: Has an excellent head for mathematics</s> <\|message\|>Penelope Ashford Penelope and Jett's Misadventures in Box 11. "Yes, I'm from Lucius, too. Do you have any powers? I can't recall meeting a Siren before, and I want to know what they can do." In response, Penelope extended her right hand and made a sphere of water about the size of a baseball. "It's a lot harder than I make it look. I can also hypnotize boys, though I've never actually had occasion to use that power." She let the spell dissipate, and the water retreated back into nonexistence. "Mind if I ask you the same question?"</s> <\|message\|>Byeondeog Box 297 Amon and yuga Amon gazed once more at the videos the Yuga seemed to be intent on getting her to watch, mulling over the robots statements, giving a harsh bark of laughter at the last comment, "I suppose if we're expected to kill one another , you may as well call me Amon then, and while I've little to comment on wether that number is your true value, nor wish to haggle of the price of a common student here, I on the other hand," she proclaimed, hind leg once more unconsciously scratching at the collar, "am a bit more disposable then you may think," she said giving a smirk as she stopped scratching at the collar, "something we may have in common." Amon hesitated for a bit, before deciding to add a bit more, "let's just say the collar isn't simply a fashion choice, however dashing I may make it seem." She got up again, shaking a bit to loosen her joints, before pacing the room, instantly regretting taking her attention from the screen as the walls seemed to be closing in on her, sighing at the cliche, trying to seeing if there might be some indication of a way out, before turning her attention back to Yuga, anxiety showing a bit as her thoughts kept coming back to the thought that they were in a box, "as fascinating as your videos are my dear, I find this setting a-a little unappealing, " trying to keep control, honestly it would have been better for her to have kept her attention on the videos, but now she needed to get OUT, "so I propose we focus on finding a new strategy, rather than twiddle our thumbs," she said noticing she was getting a bit snippy, but not really caring. "A-a-as quickly as we can, if you don't mind I don't do well on boxes," a nervous chuckle working its way out. How could she sit so calmly, they had been locked in a white, glowing prison, their was no food, and they had heard nothing since getting in. Her orb was starting to veer at seemingly random trajectories, nearly slamming against Amon a few times. She could hear instincts screaming at hear, she was Trapped, she needed To Get Out, SHE NEEDED TO ESCAPE. It would be obvious that she was deteriorating rather quickly now that she had focused on her confinement. Her memories of her prior confinement rising again, she had told the them everything about her, he'll they had even learned her true name</s> <\|message\|>Raule Cardias He glanced away from the screen at the greeting and nodded politely before he replied. "Hello Chris." Zar seemed to explain things well enough and she'd actually been here so Raule left her to it and refocused his attention to the thousand plus cameras. It didn't last for long though as her last comment caused him to look back up, and he reclined against the seat before asking, "Planning to abandon me for some cute lower year?" It was playful given that the two of them weren't officially partners. That aside, it was more often him than her who had spent time with the first and second years making sure they didn't get themselves killed the previous year. Before she could reply, Raule's eyes were already back on the screen and he winced as he just caught the decisive end of a battle. He didn't recognize her opponent, but Dagny was someone who he knew the name of; if only because of the danger she'd pose in a fight even if she was younger. 'Bad luck kiddo,' he thought as he spared a glance at the fallen draconic looking student before he shifted cameras again. Even for himself, victory in the situation would have been difficult, probably almost impossible if Dagny decided to transform into her true form. As Zar had pointed out though, it seemed like the majority of students weren't that hot-blooded and seemed reluctant to simply come to blows. Bit boring for those that had the job of monitoring the situation, but also good as it meant there was little to do. For Raule, he thought that it was a fairly good sign. While being decisive was no doubt needed to survive, recklessness and a lack of thinking would get the prospective students killed faster than any indecision.</s> <\|message\|>Yuga Abubu Box 297 Yuga and Amon It was becoming obvious to Yuga that the fox girl Amon had no real interest in the videos. Instead she started to pace around with worry in her voice. She was getting more and more uncomfortable about their situation which Yuga couldn't quite understand. She could understand Amon's worry about being trapped, but they were not. The teachers simply have them sealed within and are holding them until further orders could be given. Granted, it would have been nice to have access to more amenities, but surely there was a limit to how much magic could create out of thin air. But regardless of their reasons Amon was still getting jittery at the fact she was being trapped and Yuga figured that it was time to bring this charade to a close. "Than you should destroy me." Yuga began to remove various small gadgets from herself, such as her phone and some of her Memory Banks. The only ones she kept was the blank one and that was after she copied the general information off of her other two Memory banks so that she wasn't completely useless. She even put her belongings into a small folding box, neatly sealing it. Once she had packed away her belongings she walked up to Amon. "This room is constructed with magic forces that likely take into account whatever destructive powers we could have possessed. If I am correct in thinking that the teachers wanted us to battle each other, than they will only release us when one stands as the victor. At the very least, the near physical death of one of their students would force them to intervene and release us... And even if they do not, as I've said, this body is worth less than your life. I cannot self-terminate, but destroy me and they will have no more reason to keep you here." Yuga than spread her arms out wide to give Amon a clear angel to attack. Yuga's current body wasn't made for combat but it is very durable, so it was going to take Amon a few tries to actually damage her. Hopefully Amon has some sort of weapon to use, otherwise they're going to have to be very create on how Yuga was suppose to inadvertently destroy herself.</s> <\|message\|>Rei Maven Rei Maven & Varren Yinyues Box 23 "Ku fu fu fu fu..." At that moment Varren would feel something pull him to the ground. Like it was some sort of harem anime he found himself in a compromising position with Rei on the ground. One of Varren's knee was planted firmly against her third leg, and he could even feel the throbbing. The only thing that kept his face from landing in Rei's pillows were the fact that he had braced his hands firmly against Rei's chest. Or at least, Rei made him do that. Rei put her hands on top of Varren's own to make sure he couldn't just slip out. She gave him a look filled with desire. "Now isn't that a bit rude, saying I have a triple-quadruple chin... Aren't you going to apologize for that?" Reis arms snaked around Varren's with fluid flexibility, reaching up to his shoulders and pulling his face into her chest. She laced her fingers together behind Varren's back, locking herself in position. She smothered him in her chest, leaving only enough air for him to grasp. Using her magic Rei made both herself and Varren invisible to outsiders. She wanted to have some privacy to get to know her playmate. Very thoroughly. "My name is Rei Maven. And who's on the menu today?" Rei whispered into Varren's ear as she lifted his head up to hear his name.</s> <\|message\|>Jett Croswell Penelope and Jett's: Box 11 Jett Croswell As the sirens water retracted Penelope looked at Jett and asked the same question. Jett thought about how much he wants her to know. "Alright Penelope, you showed me your's, now I'll show mine..." Strikers voice echoed through his head "Great choice of words.... dumbass." Jett thought about what he said and his face flushed with red. "No no, no. I didn't mean it like, that came out wrong it was..." Jett stopped, recollected himself and grabbed Strikers hilt. Jett looked to his right, seeing an open area and concentrated. He slouched down a bit, aiming then with one swift strike... Jett had puled striker from her sheath quicker then Penelope could keep track of. As the sword cut through the air, it glowed a bright color, like the suns ays itself. A bright radiant sweep of light cut through the air like a beam. Jett sheathed Striker and looked at Penelope, "What do you think... ?"</s>	<\|message\|>Penelope Ashford Penelope blushed at the elf's comment. "You could have worded that a little better, Ramon. However, I will admit that your power is a lot flashier than mine. We'll have to see how it holds up in a fight." Penelope let out the barest hint of a sigh. They'd already been in these boxes for so long, she was starting to feel the claustrophobia coming on. That wasn't good at all. This needed to end soon. She managed to put her fears aside and asked, "Any family you care to talk about, or want to just leave them behind?"</s>
<\|description\|>Mia Betancourt Gender Female Age 16 Year First Year Birthday 13 of February Astrological Sign Aquarius Species Human Class Analysis and Support Weapon Cybernetic Enhanced Eyes: Her eyes are upgraded to analyze and record any data she's seen, allowing her to pinpoint strategic weaknesses and probability patterns. Also displays an ally's vitals, ranging from health to the stress toll on their body. While she can read the streams of data constantly running across her retina, Mia's glasses serve as secondary platform when she wants to focus on a specific report, or to pull up a layout or map of the area. The eyes also give her a basic reading on a object's weight, height, core temperature, and a frailty rating. When focusing in on a living being it adapts to give the same data, but processes the frailty rating against visual damaged sustained or taken allowing a probability of how much more can be taken before the object or person becomes critical or broken. Since it's integrated into her and is essentially what gives her her sight, she can't turn it off. Everything she looks at feeds her data so she tries to avoid anomalies and irregularities that would overload her system causing a reboot reverting her back to being blind until it comes back online. World Earth Short Biography Mia was born blind, yet having been born to rich parents it was an easy fix. They had made their fortune off selling and trading new age items as well as products from Lucis to 3rd world countries; in return gaining access to ancient commodities that collectors would pay handsomely for. By the age of 5 Mia was undergoing treatments to restore sight, along with a few added upgrades, originally intended to help market and track values on the constant influx of trading goods. Personality Mia is extremely shy, having only been around her parents and personal tutors, she's had little real experience with the world outside her parents shop beside the adventurer or two coming into sell their wares. She only comes across as calm and collected when reiterating data, advising,or giving out tips and crucial information. Partner TBA Fear(s)/Weakness(es)/Limit(s) Mia is weak against strong personalities, having always listened to her father's instructions, and her mother's constant stream of critiques and request giving her little time to adapt against them. She's also not psychically strong when it comes to direct combat, often finding herself facing larger opponents she's learned to stick to the back lines and avoid a direct area around any combatants, having no desire to attempt to scramble out of the way or get hit by wayward and direct attacks. She fears that she might have made the wrong choice, replying to the letter and that maybe she would be better off back home in the shop, constantly questioning what she's doing. Strange Attributes/Abilities/Traits Spending her youth organizing and handling the shipping dockets, Mia became naturally accustomed to reorganizing the data she records to fit certain scenarios and make it easier to recall, though only having her eyes rebuilt means she has the same processing power of most merchants and shop owners having learned to quickly skim reports and pick out what's needed, trying to access information too quickly can cause her eyes to throb and induce headaches. Her eyes have the ability to zoom in and out giving her a range of scope over areas, used to help find items in the warehouse or in the storefront. She's adapted it to focus on creatures movements, the tightening of a muscle before the energy is released, using that she couples it with data she's gather on different people's anatomy and psychic to gather a basic reading on an average persons capable limits but her data and assumption aren't always right so she continues to read on different anatomy and observes others to gain a more complete basis to work off of. She uses the same concept when it comes to combat, observing what attacks do instant damage or if they're prolonged, also if they're negated by certain psychical or magical Traits of their opponent, making assumptions and possible tactics to bypass it or if she can use that data to narrow down what would effective. Also being able to hone in on an enemy gives her a chance to look over the anatomy, gathering reference data and observing for any places where a capable attack would do the most damage. Tl;Dr: The more she observes the better her references and assumption will be, most of what she builds and plans are theories that are constantly changing until tested. Other When she has free time Mia is often found in a quiet place, generally either outside in one of the schools gardens or in the library reading and researchimg data on social interaction and self confidence.</s> <\|message\|>Experiment 736 736 The flight to on the griffin had been fairly uneventful. In fact, the griffin seemed to not even acknowledge 736, briskly leaving at its first opportunity. It came as somewhat of a shock that no one reacted to 736's arrival. His appearance usually elicited some form of disgust or fear, but not so here. 736 was careful to note that, in fact, this place seemed to be much more cosmopolitan than the backwoods village he had once orbited. Truth be told, he was far from the strangest thing there. The message on the loudspeaker relayed the information to the student body, though it took its damn time about it. In addition, 736 was slightly taken aback. "What a paragon of consummate professionalism" he muttered in a deep, raspy voice. Only upon entering the designated facility was 736 struck by precisely the verisimilitude of the student body, seeming to pull the oddest outliers from every corner of both worlds. As 736 saw it, they were a perfect cross-section of extremes, ready to be observed and tested. 736 probably would have even smirked slightly, seeing the opportunities he had been granted to learn about the human condition, if his facial nerves hadn't been so sloppily assembled. On the subject of bizarre people, the figure that loomed over the crowd was no exception. Something about the child irritated 736, yet he couldn't help but find him intriguing. 736 made a mental note to inquire further. At Ier-Briar Thorn's request, 736 reached below his seat. There, he found a slip of paper (and around 80 dead spiders). The paper was slightly crumpled, as if it had been used for something else, a theory further supported by what appeared to be a crude drawing of 1/3 of a rabbit on the corner of the paper. Still, the largest detail was, naturally, the number 09, written hastily in pencil.</s> <\|message\|>Dagny Ek Zarbaha Zar strode into the main hall and quickly found a seat. She was silent as she observed other students on their way in. Some had been attending the Academy for a while now and they were relatively unimpressed with the ceremony to come. Others were clearly first years, probably wandering into the main hall by mistake with wide eyes. She kept to herself, however, and her attention promptly to the front at the crush of a microphone. __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Dagny When the microphone was crushed between the Headmaster's tiny hands, Dagny wondered if that was even allowed. Sure, he was the Headmaster, but if she pulled the same stunt she'd probably face detention. As she sat, her gaze flickered about at the other students. Now that it was quiet save for the Headmaster's droning, she occupied herself with thoughts on the fresh meat. The lineup was pretty dull save for one--you had your run-of-the-mill humanoids, but also a Frankenstein-like creature. Wow, Dagny thought, her gaze pulling away. As she did, students bent over and she looked around and then up at the Headmaster in confusion. Fuck, she should've been listening. She looked beside her and watched as the student fished a piece of paper out from under her seat. Dagny followed suit and found a number under her seat: 3546.</s> <\|message\|>Byeondeog Amon entered the building gratefully, glad to have gotten away from the wind and snow. Now out of the elements, she vigorously shook her head to to free herself of the snowflakes clinging to her head and irritating her ears. Once in the room she saw that the veteran students seemed to be arranging themselves into the layered pews, quickly perceiving that they seemed to be separating by their classes, or grades, or whatever it had said in that brochure they separated by. Amon noted as the pews went higher, the groups numbers seemed to decrease rapidly staring the fourth year. No longer needing to shield herself from the elements, Amon's tails ceased covering her body, flowing out behind her as she made her way to the lowermost pews, gaining a few annoyed glares as her tails brushed into peoples faces as the trailed, a smirk playing across her lips. Despite all her thoughts that she should remain unseen, Amon felt the urge to show off, if only a bit and had always taken great pride in her tails. With that thought she glanced back, smirk turning into a grimace as she saw that they had actually become quite unkempt, fur sticking out at odd angles, no doubt from the trip in, with the wintery winds certainly doing nothing to help. This new crisis suddenly took a monopoly of her attention, rushing to find one of the bottom pews and sitting quickly, paying no mind to those who might be sitting near to her. She was soon enthralled with doing her best to smooth down the fur that seemed to be fighting back at her. She barely noted the introduction of the headmaster, bemoaning the fact that she hadn't been allowed to bring any of her own affects with her on the trip, on account of them being 'processed as evidence' when she had left. Amon rolled her eyes at the grandiose announcement of the headmaster, focusing on a particularly stubborn tangle, when she noticed those around her pulling something from under their seats. Unsure of what was going on, Amon reached under hers as well, grimacing as she found a hard piece of gum as well as the paper, and brought only the latter back with her. After a moment's hesitation, looking between the state Fox her tails and the piece of paper, she gave into defeat, realizing she'd have to grab some grooming supplies first chance, and studied the paper. It was an innocuous looking thing having no more than number 297 written on it. With a puzzled expression she turned it over, looking for some sort of explanation, before giving up and watching the others, worried she may have missed something important in her earlier frenzied state.</s>	<\|message\|>Mia Betancourt A small wave of panic hit Mia as she was jostled in the throng of students, the constant stream of data doing little to quell the uneasiness running through her. Perhaps this wasn't the best place for the shy girl after all, as she tried to keep some control being pushed forward into the main hall as everyone dispelled towards seats. The older more assured beings making their way towards the front of the assembly as the rest filed into seats in some for a hierarchy the girl assumed watching them. In an attempt to escape the crowd, Mia attempted to free herself by inching slowly to the edge of the throng, but failed to notice that upon entering the Main Hall the crowd lessened causing her to stumble into a row almost tripping and landing on a blue haired boy (Varren) her face flushing bright red, "S-so-sorry!!" the girl stuttered out quickly straightening herself looking down, before giving up and sitting a seat down from the boy. Muttering to herself, she shook her head reprimanding her foolish actions; this was a chance for a fresh start and become a more assertive person. Lost in her thoughts Mia failed to notice the small figure make its way up onto the stage until the ear splitting feedback echoed when the mic was crushed, covering her ears as she winced her attention firmly drawn to the stage blinking twice at the small human looking person announced himself in a rather colorful and superior way. A quick flicker of her eyes drew the stream of data focused on the headmaster out onto her glasses as she looked over the data curiously, most of it was missing sections but what he had said about himself matched what she could find. "Guess I was expecting something a little less startling..hah…" she murmured to herself dismissing the data back into the constant stream, once more having neglected to pay attention to the announcements. She would have to pull up the recording and give it a proper listen later. Mimicking everyone else the girl reached down under her chair to withdraw a slip of torn paper, as if it was haphazardly ripped from a notebook and scribbled across it was a neat and pristine 69 a strange contrast to the tinged and worn paper, tilting her head curiously Mia looked around in the same confusion as everyone else before looking back towards the stage wondering just what she was in store for.</s>
<\|description\|>Mia Betancourt Gender Female Age 16 Year First Year Birthday 13 of February Astrological Sign Aquarius Species Human Class Analysis and Support Weapon Cybernetic Enhanced Eyes: Her eyes are upgraded to analyze and record any data she's seen, allowing her to pinpoint strategic weaknesses and probability patterns. Also displays an ally's vitals, ranging from health to the stress toll on their body. While she can read the streams of data constantly running across her retina, Mia's glasses serve as secondary platform when she wants to focus on a specific report, or to pull up a layout or map of the area. The eyes also give her a basic reading on a object's weight, height, core temperature, and a frailty rating. When focusing in on a living being it adapts to give the same data, but processes the frailty rating against visual damaged sustained or taken allowing a probability of how much more can be taken before the object or person becomes critical or broken. Since it's integrated into her and is essentially what gives her her sight, she can't turn it off. Everything she looks at feeds her data so she tries to avoid anomalies and irregularities that would overload her system causing a reboot reverting her back to being blind until it comes back online. World Earth Short Biography Mia was born blind, yet having been born to rich parents it was an easy fix. They had made their fortune off selling and trading new age items as well as products from Lucis to 3rd world countries; in return gaining access to ancient commodities that collectors would pay handsomely for. By the age of 5 Mia was undergoing treatments to restore sight, along with a few added upgrades, originally intended to help market and track values on the constant influx of trading goods. Personality Mia is extremely shy, having only been around her parents and personal tutors, she's had little real experience with the world outside her parents shop beside the adventurer or two coming into sell their wares. She only comes across as calm and collected when reiterating data, advising,or giving out tips and crucial information. Partner TBA Fear(s)/Weakness(es)/Limit(s) Mia is weak against strong personalities, having always listened to her father's instructions, and her mother's constant stream of critiques and request giving her little time to adapt against them. She's also not psychically strong when it comes to direct combat, often finding herself facing larger opponents she's learned to stick to the back lines and avoid a direct area around any combatants, having no desire to attempt to scramble out of the way or get hit by wayward and direct attacks. She fears that she might have made the wrong choice, replying to the letter and that maybe she would be better off back home in the shop, constantly questioning what she's doing. Strange Attributes/Abilities/Traits Spending her youth organizing and handling the shipping dockets, Mia became naturally accustomed to reorganizing the data she records to fit certain scenarios and make it easier to recall, though only having her eyes rebuilt means she has the same processing power of most merchants and shop owners having learned to quickly skim reports and pick out what's needed, trying to access information too quickly can cause her eyes to throb and induce headaches. Her eyes have the ability to zoom in and out giving her a range of scope over areas, used to help find items in the warehouse or in the storefront. She's adapted it to focus on creatures movements, the tightening of a muscle before the energy is released, using that she couples it with data she's gather on different people's anatomy and psychic to gather a basic reading on an average persons capable limits but her data and assumption aren't always right so she continues to read on different anatomy and observes others to gain a more complete basis to work off of. She uses the same concept when it comes to combat, observing what attacks do instant damage or if they're prolonged, also if they're negated by certain psychical or magical Traits of their opponent, making assumptions and possible tactics to bypass it or if she can use that data to narrow down what would effective. Also being able to hone in on an enemy gives her a chance to look over the anatomy, gathering reference data and observing for any places where a capable attack would do the most damage. Tl;Dr: The more she observes the better her references and assumption will be, most of what she builds and plans are theories that are constantly changing until tested. Other When she has free time Mia is often found in a quiet place, generally either outside in one of the schools gardens or in the library reading and researchimg data on social interaction and self confidence.</s> <\|message\|>Mia Betancourt Having been seated rather close to the offending pair, Mia was in for a surprise once the boxes started shrinking around her and she found herself back in her seat; getting a front row view of the two students tangled in a rather risque and lewd affair. The bright blush that took over her face was almost as fast as she was scrambling backwards away from the naked figures, her eyes wide behind her glasses as she vaguely registered what the principal had said about roommates and coming back for dinner. Her first priority was to get away, whispering a rather long string of excuse me's and bumping into people as she kept her head down, the small girl found herself back outside before she knew it. Turning around slightly she bite her lip wondering just where to go now, pulling up the speech and maps from earlier getting familiarized with her new setting, the snow still falling down lightly littering her glasses with small speaks of snow. Sighing she pulled her glasses off, cleaning, them wondering if she could delete the images from earlier from her memory. As she placed her glasses back on she exhaled slowly calming herself back down, "I suppose I should go drop of my bags.." She rationalized before joining the throng of students spilling out of the main hall, her small bag swaying slightly by her side, as she went over the status of the students when they reappeared from their own boxes. It seems that some of them had gotten into fights, and we're in various states. Musing slightly, she wondered just how well she would fit in to a school of fighters, it seems she would have to do some adapting and find a way to fight on her own terms. The thought of it sent a small shiver of excitement through the quiet girl, maybe this was the change she needed after all. Grinning at the idea, Mia took off towards the dorms with sure footsteps determined to make the best of this opportunity.</s> <\|message\|>Mathew Homes Mathew Holmes Well this was a surprise; turns out that Mia was his new roommate. Having had the upbringing he did, Mathew wasn't completely comfortable sharing a room with a girl his age that he wasn't either married or related to. 'I can foresee this causing more then a few problems. How does one even go about sharing a room with a girl in the first place anyway?' His cheeks reddened a little bit Not having any idea how to handle this, Mathew was forced to play it by ear. First order of business; drop his stuff off at his new room 'I suppose it's a good thing that I packed relatively light.' He thought to himself as he made his way through the crowd of students 'I can't believe that the faculty would do something as irresponsible as putting boys and girls in the same room. I'm starting to worry for my future.' Once he reached his new room, he opened the door to find a surprise; Mia was already inside. It took Mathew's brain a few seconds to processes that '...that's right; Mia is my new roommate. I can't believe I let this catch me off guard.' It was at this point that Mathew entered unfamiliar territory "u-um...greetings Mia, fancy meeting you here" he said to her 'did...did I honestly just say that? What the blazes is wrong with me!?' he couldn't hide (mostly because he didn't realize it was even there) the red blush on his cheeks.</s> <\|message\|>Mia Betancourt Mia tilted her head looking at the door to room 69 curiously, the idea of sharing a room with a guy was rather unsettling, but she rationalized it by deciding that they would split the room in half and he wouldn't be allowed to cross over to her side. It was a nice concept but she wasn't sure she'd honestly be able to enforce it just yet, but he seemed like a well enough guy to follow her one simple requested. Taking a deep breath she pushed open the door taking in the rather spacious room, it was bigger then the doorway led on to be, but after all what else did you expect from a magic endowed academy. Walking in she looked around taking in the simple yet elegant decor, deciding to take the bed closest to the window setting her bags down on the adjacent desk, quickly and efficiently setting up what little scrolls and books she had brought with her. They wouldn't stay organized for long but for now it seemed that they would hold. Jumping slightly at the sound of voice greeting her, causing her to spin around from her desk blinking a few times before registering that she would have to start living with someone else for the time being, "Ah! H-hello again.." She muttered softly in reply, trying not to laugh at the look of surprise mimicked on his face shaking her head she tilted it slightly again looking at him curiously, as he started to berate himself. "U-ummm would you like to go get lunch..?" She offered figdetly wanting out of the room, feeling slightly uneasy at being alone in a room, it wasn't the same as before, this was a much more personal setting. To distract herself she pulled up a diagram of the school, realizing the cafeteria wasn't as far away from their dorm and that the library was close as well perhaps she would stop by there later.</s> <\|message\|>Rei Maven Ralthavar Marchosias Now freed from their cages, Ralthavar and his orcs were given free reign to wander around the college. Not wanting to be leading a flock Ralthavar ordered his orcs to go explore. He just wanted to meet people without his entourage. Of course, the first thing he'd do would see this dorm of his. Admittedly Ralthavar had the luxuries of being a prince back in Lucis, and was prepare for a more spartan treatment here at the academy. The same couldn't be said of his roommate. Somehow or another the little girl managed to get here before he did, though she seemed to be waiting for her luggage. Her comments about Ralthavar was making him irritated. At least until another... Girl? Guy? A stark naked demon, he knew that much. She started to flirt with Ralthavar, which he responded succinctly. "Not interested. But she's all yours." Ralthavar motioned towards the little girl in his room, leaving to find other things to do. He found himself in the cafeteria, and sure enough there was a small group of orcs who were taking advantage of the amenities, ordering large amounts of food only to carry them away to gods-know-where. Hording food for winter maybe. Ralthavar didn't particularly care and made his way to the lunch line. Rei Maven Rei could only laugh as the headmaster and others around her grew increasingly embarrassed at Rei's appearance. It didn't help that she acted continuously vulgar to the point that she was in dire need of a shower. Eventually some of the school staffers forced a robe onto her and made her leave the main hall before she infects others around her with her desire, but as soon as she was out of eye sight she simply shifted out of the robes and back into her nude form. "Eh he he he... Well, I know I'll definitely be seeing Varren soon, so who else should I play around with?" Walking to the dormitory, it seemed like the best place to find a fuck buddy. With so many young and horny teenagers it shouldn't be hard for Rei to find someone to brain with her great club. She could hear chatter behind locked doors, and the thought of being suddenly spotted while she was still in the nude excited her. Soon she found an orcish student who seemed mildly irritated. Seeking her chance Rei approached the orc. "Oh... I've caught myself an orc. Whatever base, tawdry acts you orcs commit, I... I'm not afraid!" Rei than exposed herself to the orc, her body wide open. "So lets hear all the erotic things you're gonna do! Come on!" Rei began to physically taught the orc, caressing her milk jugs and brandishing her virgin slayer. "Go on tell me how you plan to indulge yourself!! Come on! HURRY! HURRYHURRYHURRYHURRYHURRYHURRYHURRYhurryhurryhurryhurryhurry!" The orc left, but not before leaving a present for him: A little human girl. Rei immediately forgot about him and entered the dorm. Closing the door behind her and jamming the lock Rei got very dark. And than she put on protection. "I WILL LIVE! FOR THE SAKE OF INDULGING IN THIS MOMENT AS MUCH AS I CAN!" And then Rei proceeded to to slay the little girl's virgin.</s> <\|message\|>Mathew Homes Mathew Holmes "That sounds lovely" Mathew answered "unfortunately, I only had time to grab a quick bite to eat before coming here, so I'm quite famished" he added. Putting his things down in the room, he returned his attention to her. "Well then, if you're ready...should we go?" He asked while holding his hand out to her. Anyone with a brain could see that Mia was a skittish girl. Normally this wouldn't be a problem...but she was Mathew's new roommate now 'if she isn't comfortable enough in my presence, then that will only make things harder on me. I need to make sure she is at ease around me, lest things will get nasty for me in the long run.'</s>	<\|message\|>Mia Betancourt Grinning brightly for a brief second at the approval of her idea, Mia skirted around his hand spinning around waiting for him out in the hallway; glancing curiously at all the things they had placed in the room. A slightly displeased look on her face at the blandness of the wall. If this was to be her room for the next year she wondered if she could paint the room. She rather enjoyed her mural at home. It wasn't that she was completely skittish of her new friend but physical contact was still a while away. "Well come on then. Oh, do you want to go to the library afterwards...unless you have something else to do...?" For a second her voice was at its natural volume before trailing off unsure at the end, causing her to fidget slightly while waiting on him to answer. Deciding not to let any akward tension grow from her possibly ill-timed question, she tugged slightly on his sleeve carefully not to actually brush his skin before leading the way back outside into the frosty weather too afraid to glance back to see if the male had followed her or not. Walking into the cafeteria Mia was meet with a rush of warm air, the scent of food, and a massive stream of data as she took in the sprawling tables and lines as food and chatter was tossed around. Gulping slightly she timidly pushed her way through keeping her head down muttering excuses me, and sorries. Bumping into someone, her eyes widened as she found herself staring up at what her eyes told her was an orc. "A-ah S-sorry!! I wasn't watching ahead of me..." Mia apologized meekly, staring at him with clear eyes behind their frames as her hands toyed with the bottom of her skirt nervously.</s>
<\|description\|>Byeondeog Fake Name Amon Amrath Nickname(s) Abomantion unto the gods, walking blasphmey, etc. etc. Gender N/A Age 1024, looks to be 19-25 (first 1000 years were spent as a feral fox) Year 1st Birthday March 31 Astrological Sign Ares Species Nine tailed (G/K)umiho, a slightly spiritually vampiric many tailed fox race, normally eating the hearts and livers of sentient creatures to increase and maintain their power, although the organs of non-intelligent creatures give only about a tenth of the energy. They are inherently a possessive race when it comes to information about themselves, and rarely even give out their names, often making up completely false l backgrounds even when unnecessary. All kumihos start as feral foxes, gaining longevity after having eaten the heart and liver of a sentient race, and gaining sentience and magical ability after living a thousand years. Class Enchanter, a shapeshifter with the ability to muddle the minds of Amon's targets, able to induce feelings of familiarity, kinship, lust, and fear among others, although can be fairly easy to resist if they are aware that it is occurring, and often breaks when Amon is suddenly surprised. Weapon Fox orb- object which houses all a kumiho's stolen energy, must be available to channel spells more complex than cantrips. Can be controlled with a telekinesis limited to the orb up to about 7 foot radius away, and makes a fairly adequate bludgeoning tool. All of Amon's mana is stored in this orb, often holding about a week's worth of mana, which she uses in rations every day, recharging when she feeds. Normally this store is accessible to Amon alone, however it is possible for her to open this flow to others should she be willing to share. The recipient must be touching the orb to gain the mana, and once it is open they are free to take as much mana as they wish, which leaves the possibility of amon being totally drained and reverting to her primal state. If forced into fighting physically, Amon will shift into her Fox form, preferring to attack with fang and claw. World Lucis Short Biography Kumihos, as a naturally antagonistic species, are often hunted down early in their lives when located, and as such are a dwindling occurrence. In such conditions, Amon was hard pressed to find a kumiho's preferred food choice, namely the hearts and livers of a sentient race, the signs of kumihos well known by now in Lucis, and would be soon chased from villages and towns after two or three meals. As sources of meals became more and more scarce, Amon heard there was indeed a completely new world even that would be ripe of unsuspecting meals. She found transportation easily enough after killing and taking the guise of a passenger scheduled to go to earth to start business talks, the death realized only after he failed to arrive at the meetings. Amon began cautiously feeding in the new world, a body in one town, a few homeless go missing in another, but soon became arrogant after no seeming retaliation, and soon began feeding with a passion. Soon she had been penned as the new Jack the Ripper, with bodies piling up with missing only their hearts and livers. Unbeknownst to Amon, a task force was put together to apprehend her, using undercover police as bait, and soon captured Amon. Unfortunately, due to her obviously being from Lucis, they were forced to alert the authorities on that side of the veil as to what had been captured. Amon happened to be the first kumiho to be captured in centuries due to most being killed when caught in Lucis. As such the academy saw what was a chance to, while under heavy restrictions, to see if it may be possible to tame such a species known only so far for leaving a trail of mauled bodies, and thus Amon, under the only offer of execution, has agreed to wear a leash, though is looking for a chance to break free. For a leash, no matter how long the chain, is simply an open air prison. Personality Amon is very confident, very rarely second guessing a decision. Will make all attempts to make "friends" in a new setting, well aware of the use such allies can be when things go south, but same as a Fox will chew off a leg that's been trapped, Amon will always cast aside what is needed for survival. Hates to give anything away for free, and is very possessive and protective of anything she has. This can extend to allies or "friends", which some interpret as loyalty, a notion she does nothing to dissuade. Partner Have a few characters in mind, but I'll wait to see how it plays out. Fear(s)/Weakness(es)/Limit(s) Extreme fear of dogs, gets tense when the same room and will immediately try to leave, and can be reduced to a panicking mess if unable to get away. Has a limited supply of energy for magic off campus, up to a week of casting as an average caster, and each use there after without replenishment giving up some sentience and becoming more like a feral fox, and if denied a source of will revert to being stuck in fox form. If the Fox orb is taken away, energy steadily ekes out, reducing the time to two days, one if using magic. Must have Fox orb out to use magic stronger than cantrips Strange Attributes/Abilities/Traits Is able to shape shift at will between Amon's default forms, as well as take on the form of others Amon has studied fairly well, although there is usually a trait that gives Amon away,either the ears or a tail staying. Tends to think like a predator, making Amon well versed in chasing down a fleeing target, aided by enhanced hearing and scent. Has a small affinity for fire spells, due more to Amon's species then actual practice, though with a little effort who knows what may come of it. At the moment her range is severely limited to shooting embers at nearby targets, and with little control of the fire afterwards. One exception being she can set her orb ablaze, although this drains mana rather quickly due to a lack of control. Another useful trick used when often glossing persuerers is to release a bright flash to blinding those nearby. She learned it after trying to imitate fireworks she had seen before, though often comes away with a few burns after using it. As a condition of Amon's release from execution, she has been shackled with an enchanted collar with a powerful slumber spell, made to knock out Amon should any predatory acts be attempted outside of missions, training, and classes, as well as a tracking spell the schools security can follow if she attempts to escape Can choose to gain the memories and mannerisms of those whose hearts and livers she eats, allowing her to better blend in when shapeshifted as them. Her mind magic is often a subtle act working best on those not expecting it at all, with a mix of pheromone release and mind manipulation, Amon inserts herself in the place of memories someone has strong feelings for, the person being chosen to fit the type of emotion she's going for. It takes a minimal effort of mana if the victim was caught unawares, but uncharacteristic acts can break the spell. However Amon can force her will on the other person, exerting more mana allowing her to override a person's ideas, when the pheromones trigger the appropriate responses. This will place her in a battle of wills though, determined by the other persons ability to see through the ruse. Is very agile and flexible, able to dislocate joints and such to squeeze through and out of things that may restrain her. She also has excellent balance, almost impossible to knock of her center of gravity due to having nine appendages ready to equilibrilize her center of gravity. Having been chased for most of her life after outstaying her welcome, Amon has become fairly adept at hiding, wether it be in shadows or in plain sight, easily making herself just another face in the crowd, and having the patience and willpower to stay cramped, uncomfortable, and still for hours on end. Other Can only eat meats. She can stand spices and very small portions of vegetables, but will grow sick if forced to eat them regularly. While she can survive on the hearts and livers of animals, it's a lot like being hooked up on an IV,it gives her what she needs but does not stop the cravings One of the first thing Amon saw when she became a completed kumiho was a fireworks show, and has been fascinated with the festive explosions ever since.</s> <\|message\|>Experiment 736 736 The flight to on the griffin had been fairly uneventful. In fact, the griffin seemed to not even acknowledge 736, briskly leaving at its first opportunity. It came as somewhat of a shock that no one reacted to 736's arrival. His appearance usually elicited some form of disgust or fear, but not so here. 736 was careful to note that, in fact, this place seemed to be much more cosmopolitan than the backwoods village he had once orbited. Truth be told, he was far from the strangest thing there. The message on the loudspeaker relayed the information to the student body, though it took its damn time about it. In addition, 736 was slightly taken aback. "What a paragon of consummate professionalism" he muttered in a deep, raspy voice. Only upon entering the designated facility was 736 struck by precisely the verisimilitude of the student body, seeming to pull the oddest outliers from every corner of both worlds. As 736 saw it, they were a perfect cross-section of extremes, ready to be observed and tested. 736 probably would have even smirked slightly, seeing the opportunities he had been granted to learn about the human condition, if his facial nerves hadn't been so sloppily assembled. On the subject of bizarre people, the figure that loomed over the crowd was no exception. Something about the child irritated 736, yet he couldn't help but find him intriguing. 736 made a mental note to inquire further. At Ier-Briar Thorn's request, 736 reached below his seat. There, he found a slip of paper (and around 80 dead spiders). The paper was slightly crumpled, as if it had been used for something else, a theory further supported by what appeared to be a crude drawing of 1/3 of a rabbit on the corner of the paper. Still, the largest detail was, naturally, the number 09, written hastily in pencil.</s> <\|message\|>Dagny Ek Zarbaha Zar strode into the main hall and quickly found a seat. She was silent as she observed other students on their way in. Some had been attending the Academy for a while now and they were relatively unimpressed with the ceremony to come. Others were clearly first years, probably wandering into the main hall by mistake with wide eyes. She kept to herself, however, and her attention promptly to the front at the crush of a microphone. __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Dagny When the microphone was crushed between the Headmaster's tiny hands, Dagny wondered if that was even allowed. Sure, he was the Headmaster, but if she pulled the same stunt she'd probably face detention. As she sat, her gaze flickered about at the other students. Now that it was quiet save for the Headmaster's droning, she occupied herself with thoughts on the fresh meat. The lineup was pretty dull save for one--you had your run-of-the-mill humanoids, but also a Frankenstein-like creature. Wow, Dagny thought, her gaze pulling away. As she did, students bent over and she looked around and then up at the Headmaster in confusion. Fuck, she should've been listening. She looked beside her and watched as the student fished a piece of paper out from under her seat. Dagny followed suit and found a number under her seat: 3546.</s>	<\|message\|>Byeondeog Amon entered the building gratefully, glad to have gotten away from the wind and snow. Now out of the elements, she vigorously shook her head to to free herself of the snowflakes clinging to her head and irritating her ears. Once in the room she saw that the veteran students seemed to be arranging themselves into the layered pews, quickly perceiving that they seemed to be separating by their classes, or grades, or whatever it had said in that brochure they separated by. Amon noted as the pews went higher, the groups numbers seemed to decrease rapidly staring the fourth year. No longer needing to shield herself from the elements, Amon's tails ceased covering her body, flowing out behind her as she made her way to the lowermost pews, gaining a few annoyed glares as her tails brushed into peoples faces as the trailed, a smirk playing across her lips. Despite all her thoughts that she should remain unseen, Amon felt the urge to show off, if only a bit and had always taken great pride in her tails. With that thought she glanced back, smirk turning into a grimace as she saw that they had actually become quite unkempt, fur sticking out at odd angles, no doubt from the trip in, with the wintery winds certainly doing nothing to help. This new crisis suddenly took a monopoly of her attention, rushing to find one of the bottom pews and sitting quickly, paying no mind to those who might be sitting near to her. She was soon enthralled with doing her best to smooth down the fur that seemed to be fighting back at her. She barely noted the introduction of the headmaster, bemoaning the fact that she hadn't been allowed to bring any of her own affects with her on the trip, on account of them being 'processed as evidence' when she had left. Amon rolled her eyes at the grandiose announcement of the headmaster, focusing on a particularly stubborn tangle, when she noticed those around her pulling something from under their seats. Unsure of what was going on, Amon reached under hers as well, grimacing as she found a hard piece of gum as well as the paper, and brought only the latter back with her. After a moment's hesitation, looking between the state Fox her tails and the piece of paper, she gave into defeat, realizing she'd have to grab some grooming supplies first chance, and studied the paper. It was an innocuous looking thing having no more than number 297 written on it. With a puzzled expression she turned it over, looking for some sort of explanation, before giving up and watching the others, worried she may have missed something important in her earlier frenzied state.</s>
<\|description\|>Byeondeog Fake Name Amon Amrath Nickname(s) Abomantion unto the gods, walking blasphmey, etc. etc. Gender N/A Age 1024, looks to be 19-25 (first 1000 years were spent as a feral fox) Year 1st Birthday March 31 Astrological Sign Ares Species Nine tailed (G/K)umiho, a slightly spiritually vampiric many tailed fox race, normally eating the hearts and livers of sentient creatures to increase and maintain their power, although the organs of non-intelligent creatures give only about a tenth of the energy. They are inherently a possessive race when it comes to information about themselves, and rarely even give out their names, often making up completely false l backgrounds even when unnecessary. All kumihos start as feral foxes, gaining longevity after having eaten the heart and liver of a sentient race, and gaining sentience and magical ability after living a thousand years. Class Enchanter, a shapeshifter with the ability to muddle the minds of Amon's targets, able to induce feelings of familiarity, kinship, lust, and fear among others, although can be fairly easy to resist if they are aware that it is occurring, and often breaks when Amon is suddenly surprised. Weapon Fox orb- object which houses all a kumiho's stolen energy, must be available to channel spells more complex than cantrips. Can be controlled with a telekinesis limited to the orb up to about 7 foot radius away, and makes a fairly adequate bludgeoning tool. All of Amon's mana is stored in this orb, often holding about a week's worth of mana, which she uses in rations every day, recharging when she feeds. Normally this store is accessible to Amon alone, however it is possible for her to open this flow to others should she be willing to share. The recipient must be touching the orb to gain the mana, and once it is open they are free to take as much mana as they wish, which leaves the possibility of amon being totally drained and reverting to her primal state. If forced into fighting physically, Amon will shift into her Fox form, preferring to attack with fang and claw. World Lucis Short Biography Kumihos, as a naturally antagonistic species, are often hunted down early in their lives when located, and as such are a dwindling occurrence. In such conditions, Amon was hard pressed to find a kumiho's preferred food choice, namely the hearts and livers of a sentient race, the signs of kumihos well known by now in Lucis, and would be soon chased from villages and towns after two or three meals. As sources of meals became more and more scarce, Amon heard there was indeed a completely new world even that would be ripe of unsuspecting meals. She found transportation easily enough after killing and taking the guise of a passenger scheduled to go to earth to start business talks, the death realized only after he failed to arrive at the meetings. Amon began cautiously feeding in the new world, a body in one town, a few homeless go missing in another, but soon became arrogant after no seeming retaliation, and soon began feeding with a passion. Soon she had been penned as the new Jack the Ripper, with bodies piling up with missing only their hearts and livers. Unbeknownst to Amon, a task force was put together to apprehend her, using undercover police as bait, and soon captured Amon. Unfortunately, due to her obviously being from Lucis, they were forced to alert the authorities on that side of the veil as to what had been captured. Amon happened to be the first kumiho to be captured in centuries due to most being killed when caught in Lucis. As such the academy saw what was a chance to, while under heavy restrictions, to see if it may be possible to tame such a species known only so far for leaving a trail of mauled bodies, and thus Amon, under the only offer of execution, has agreed to wear a leash, though is looking for a chance to break free. For a leash, no matter how long the chain, is simply an open air prison. Personality Amon is very confident, very rarely second guessing a decision. Will make all attempts to make "friends" in a new setting, well aware of the use such allies can be when things go south, but same as a Fox will chew off a leg that's been trapped, Amon will always cast aside what is needed for survival. Hates to give anything away for free, and is very possessive and protective of anything she has. This can extend to allies or "friends", which some interpret as loyalty, a notion she does nothing to dissuade. Partner Have a few characters in mind, but I'll wait to see how it plays out. Fear(s)/Weakness(es)/Limit(s) Extreme fear of dogs, gets tense when the same room and will immediately try to leave, and can be reduced to a panicking mess if unable to get away. Has a limited supply of energy for magic off campus, up to a week of casting as an average caster, and each use there after without replenishment giving up some sentience and becoming more like a feral fox, and if denied a source of will revert to being stuck in fox form. If the Fox orb is taken away, energy steadily ekes out, reducing the time to two days, one if using magic. Must have Fox orb out to use magic stronger than cantrips Strange Attributes/Abilities/Traits Is able to shape shift at will between Amon's default forms, as well as take on the form of others Amon has studied fairly well, although there is usually a trait that gives Amon away,either the ears or a tail staying. Tends to think like a predator, making Amon well versed in chasing down a fleeing target, aided by enhanced hearing and scent. Has a small affinity for fire spells, due more to Amon's species then actual practice, though with a little effort who knows what may come of it. At the moment her range is severely limited to shooting embers at nearby targets, and with little control of the fire afterwards. One exception being she can set her orb ablaze, although this drains mana rather quickly due to a lack of control. Another useful trick used when often glossing persuerers is to release a bright flash to blinding those nearby. She learned it after trying to imitate fireworks she had seen before, though often comes away with a few burns after using it. As a condition of Amon's release from execution, she has been shackled with an enchanted collar with a powerful slumber spell, made to knock out Amon should any predatory acts be attempted outside of missions, training, and classes, as well as a tracking spell the schools security can follow if she attempts to escape Can choose to gain the memories and mannerisms of those whose hearts and livers she eats, allowing her to better blend in when shapeshifted as them. Her mind magic is often a subtle act working best on those not expecting it at all, with a mix of pheromone release and mind manipulation, Amon inserts herself in the place of memories someone has strong feelings for, the person being chosen to fit the type of emotion she's going for. It takes a minimal effort of mana if the victim was caught unawares, but uncharacteristic acts can break the spell. However Amon can force her will on the other person, exerting more mana allowing her to override a person's ideas, when the pheromones trigger the appropriate responses. This will place her in a battle of wills though, determined by the other persons ability to see through the ruse. Is very agile and flexible, able to dislocate joints and such to squeeze through and out of things that may restrain her. She also has excellent balance, almost impossible to knock of her center of gravity due to having nine appendages ready to equilibrilize her center of gravity. Having been chased for most of her life after outstaying her welcome, Amon has become fairly adept at hiding, wether it be in shadows or in plain sight, easily making herself just another face in the crowd, and having the patience and willpower to stay cramped, uncomfortable, and still for hours on end. Other Can only eat meats. She can stand spices and very small portions of vegetables, but will grow sick if forced to eat them regularly. While she can survive on the hearts and livers of animals, it's a lot like being hooked up on an IV,it gives her what she needs but does not stop the cravings One of the first thing Amon saw when she became a completed kumiho was a fireworks show, and has been fascinated with the festive explosions ever since.</s> <\|message\|>Rei Maven PLOT! Suddenly and without warning, the white boxes that had everyone trapped began to shrink. They grew smaller and smaller, no force or magic capable of stopping them. Soon they went from large white rooms to very compact boxes that threaten to crush anyone unlucky enough to be inside. And just as it seemed like the students would have been compressed into meat cubes by the magic boxes, everyone would find themselves back in their seat. Many students were unharmed, save for those who actually fought each other inside the boxes. There was a bit of confusion amongst the students about what just happened, but they'll get their answers soon enough. Ralthavar Marcrosias Ralthavar's time in the box was largely uneventful. He had a lot of tea, which he managed to put away as the boxes got smaller. When he found himself back at his seat he noticed his things were undamaged but he was still missing the water in his pot. "Alright, is that wasn't an illusion." And sure enough everyone else from the Harmonious First were also quite surprised to be back. Most of them looked ragged and wounded, which told Ralthavar that they went and gotten into a fight. Some of them however looked no worse for wear. Ralthavar himself wasn't sure what the purpose of that was so he couldn't say for sure if they were suppose to have fought each other or not. But even if they were, all Ralthavar had was his tea set and dagger, and his opponent was a petite human girl. Hardly what he'd call a worthy opponent. "Alright everyone, calm down and shut up. I'm sure someone will explain what just happened." Ralthavar ordered to the Harmonious First. Rei Maven It was quite exciting them the box began to crush Rei and Varren. She pressed her naked body against Varren's own, whispering what she thought were her last words right into his ear. Of how she was going to ravage his body and screw every hole and pore, and later make new holes in his body until it was nothing more than a quivering mass of meat leaking blood and semen. Alas, what she thought was her last moments turned out to actually return her to her seat, albeit withing her clothing. Suited her just fine, the cold never bothered her. Kicking up her feet on the chair in front of her Rei reclined back and waited to see what that whole ordeal was about. And maybe see if she could find a new toy to play with.</s> <\|message\|>Sylus Moriam Just as Sylus had finished speaking with Uriel, the room began to shrink. Sylus felt more and more uncomfortable the smaller it became, panic beginning to set in. Claustrophobia was the bane of his existence. The walls closing in triggered vivid recollections of past nightmares, in which he could feel every bone in his body breaking as he was crushed by four walls, the blood flow to his limbs being cut off, the pain unbearable... but instead of dying, he was teleported right back to his seat in the auditorium. Sylus exhaled slowly in a sigh of relief. While I'm sure there was some greater point to all of that, I swear to the gods that Ler-briar likes messing with his pupils far too much. sylus scanned the room, green eyes sweeping analytically over the other students. in front of him several first years were injured, shaken up or in some state of disarray or other. He frowned at this, but the frown subsided once he realized most of them seemed alright at first glance. It's good to see that Uriel and I weren't the only ones who didn't fight, but it still seems a good portion of us did. As he continued scanning the room, he couldn't help but notice that one of the first year females was... completely naked. Gods above... isn't there a rule against that sort of exposure here? What on earth was she doing in there that required... oh. On second thought, I might be better off not knowing. In a miraculous feat of self control, he tore his eyes away from the sight of her as there were more pressing matters at hand. Namely, he hoped someone would explain the point of what the entire student body had just been subjected to. He relaxed in his seat, half tempted to light his tobacco pipe and settle in for a smoke after that ordeal, but this wasn't the time. He focused his attention towards the stage in hopes that all would be explained.</s> <\|message\|>Mathew Homes Mathew Holmes Had he been paying attention, Mathew would have noticed the box he and Mia were trapped in start to shrink. When he did finally realize what was happening, it was too late to do anything. Before the walls could crush the two of them, he found himself back in his Human form in his seat. 'What?' Mathew started to look through the crowd of students, trying to find Mia. However, there were far too many other people in the room for him to find her 'could it all have been some kind of elaborate dream?' He wondered, since he didn't have any physical evidence that what had just happened was real. In fact, him being in his Human form without consciously transforming seemed to support the dream theory 'Just...what was the point of all of that?' He asked no one 'what could they have been trying to learn about us? Unless I dreamed that up myself. No, I don't think that's the case. I doubt I could have fallen asleep sitting up like this. Not only that, but I can't remember ever having such a vivid dream before in my life. I suppose that's one question answered.'</s>	<\|message\|>Byeondeog Amon jerked her head up as she noticed the walls moving, cursing after she realized this wasn't her mind wasn't playing tricks on her again. Jumping off of Yuga, she moved herself to the center of the stage, letting go of the mana as she returned to her natural size. She closed her eyes as she felt the panic taking over her, hyperventilating as she imagined the walls soon to crush her. She stood there waiting for the end to come, eyes forced to stay shut, starting to get annoyed that death was seemingly taking it's sweet time. Soon however she began to her others voices around her. Cracking one eye open, Amon saw she was back in the auditorium, surrounded once again by fellow students. Thoughts that she may have been going insane were however quickly assuaged as she had to spit out another mouthful of blood. She felt quiet tired now, feeling her reserves of mana running low, not even tempting faint with the minute amount needed to shift back to her more human forms She needed to get something to eat soon or she feared she would begin reverting soon. Not to mention needing to literally lick her wounds. She could tell however there seemed to be more to come, despite a voice in her head telling her incessantly to leave.</s>
<\|description\|>Christopher Jay Graham Nickname(s) Chris Gender Male Age 20 Year 5 Birthday October 28th Astrological Sign Scorpio Species Human / Cyborg Class Sniper/Gunslinger Weapon Two guns, a pistol and a revolver. The pistol is custom-made (for a 'classic' look, with modern weaponry capabilities), and is a gift from his father. The revolver is standard, but heavily modded for his personal use. He carries them both always. His primary role during missions and training is as a sniper, and he accordingly carries a sniper rifle during those times. He carries two tactical bowie knives during missions and training as well. World Earth Biography He grew up on the East Coast of the United States, basically in New York City. His interest in cybernetics came about in his late teens, due to a pretty geeky sci-fi obsession. After his 18th birthday, he signed up in a research program that granted him his implants. It wasn't long before he realized how well they worked in tandem with his already-impressive marksmanship skills, and honed them even further together. Appearance I can't really find any good pictures that show what I'm going for, so I'll paint the beginning of a picture and you can fill in the blanks in your imagination. He's white, with blue-grey eyes and dark brown hair. Shorter, but pushed up in the front, sometimes a few short strays hang down onto his forehead. Strong chin/jawline, clean-shaven. On the taller-average side, about 6'2". Muscular, not huge, but it's fairly apparent he works out. The implants look something vaguely like Cyborgs implants from SWTOR, having nothing better as a reference point. Ignore the large mouthpiece, and you'll get the idea. As for the arm, it looks mostly human-like, just metal and cybernetic and shit. I'm sure you get the idea. Personality He's pretty laid-back. He's got the qualities of a leader (and they do show through), but prefers to let others work things out themselves. That said, when things need to get done, he isn't afraid to step up. He doesn't take crap from people, but he knows when to keep his mouth shut. In short: He's mostly laid-back, but he expects respect when serious situations arise. Partner "Well, my last one graduated. So. Guess we'll have to figure that out." Fear(s)/Weakness(es)/Limit(s) "Ever since that one mission with the huge-ass spider things... -He shudders.- They almost got me, man..." Kinda like Farkas and Frostbite Spiders from Skyrim. He hates man-sized spiders, things that resemble them, or going into hives covered in webs or goo that looks like their nests. "EMP weapons? Oh, yeah. Keep those f***in' things away from me. Christ. You trying to kill me?" They disable his computing systems, and it actually hurts him. Skills/Abilities/Traits He has several cybernetic implants, specifically in his arms (his right arm is actually an entire replacement, it was amputated during the research), hands, legs, feet, brain, eyes, and ears. They provide various upgrades (obviously nothing too major), such as enhanced vision, stamina, strength, hearing, making him ambidextrous, etc. Incredibly gifted as a marksman naturally, the systems in his implants increase his already-frightening skills into almost pinpoint accuracy. Due to the amount of time he spent developing his other techniques, he's slacked on his magical ability. He isn't much more skilled than a first or second year magic-wise, but knows enough for survival purposes. Theme Song Chris is sitting on a bench outside, earbuds in. A song can be faintly heard by the freshman sitting next to him. He stares at Chris for a moment, before Chris turns and raises an eyebrow. The freshman nervously eyes the outline of a holster underneath Chris's jacket. Are you really going to judge him? Other He often blatantly disregards the school's uniform policy. He hates the jacket, so he just doesn't wear it, opting instead for one of his various military or utility jackets. When not wearing a jacket, his shirt sleeves are almost always rolled up casually. He plays guitar, preferring acoustic, and does so extremely well thanks to his cybernetic arm. Is that cheating?</s> <\|message\|>Gabriel Paxton Box #435 Sylus, Uriel and Frontal Lobe Uriel regretted telling Sylus about the potential need for combat the instant he re-prepared his bow. In response he took out two marbles from his bag and took a few steps back. He was close to the end of the wall, and could only run left or right had the combat started. However, maybe that wouldn't need to happen. "Me too, this isn't my ideal arena, I don't like open flats." This was true. Although he wouldn't do terribly, he was much better equipped for a more open 'full' location. A forest, building, or even suburban area was much more preferable to a empty white box. " Is that other guy, ya know, here? " Uriel asked while tilting his head towards FL. Yeah, his body was here, but he was not making many movements. He also wasn't talking much to either of them. Was the robot not suited for conversation? Or was it just staying silent because it wanted too? Either way Uriel didn't like it, he wished it showed some signs of life. Some form of human action, or hell any kind of action that gave it some kind of personality. Just having it stand there and not move at all was terrible.</s> <\|message\|>Sylus Moriam "Ha, you're telling me. Archery is a far more effective method of combat when there's any sort of cover or higher ground present." Sylus also turned to cautiously gaze at FL. "I'm not sure about him, or if he can even communicate... though I highly doubt he'd be here if he couldn't. I'm suspicious that he might be waiting until we both turn our attention entirely away from him, so we should avoid doing such a thing for now. Now then, let us see if we can't find some other way out of here then resorting to violence, if you please." Sylus put the arrow back in his quiver and let go of the bowstring, still gripping the bow with one hand in case Uriel had other ideas.</s>	<\|message\|>Christopher Jay Graham The trip was uneventful, though exhilarating as always. That's griffin flying, for you. Chris said his goodbyes to the griffin after the landing, and promised to come visit it soon. This was the griffin that had taken him to the academy in his very first year, and every year afterwards. He became friends with it quickly after a few visits to the school's griffin nest in his first year, and started taking it out for flights. They're cool, extremely intelligent, majestic-ass beasts. Who wouldn't want one? Chris strolled across the courtyard, and into the main hall casually. He was a little late, sure, but- Oh. The speech was over. Shit. He didn't think he wasted that much time getting there. It seemed only the fifth years seated conveniently close to the back of the hall where he was, were left. Walking along the back row, he noticed that they were monitoring groups of what appeared to be students in white boxlike rooms. Some fighting, some talking, some sitting quietly... Interesting, but nothing really surprised him from the school anymore. Taking the closest convenient seat, he looked behind him to see Zarbaha and Raule. He retrieved his own holopad from his duffel before tossing the bag lightly onto the floor, and leaning his rifle up against his seat. "Zar, Raule. Hey." he said, while powering the device up. "I take it I missed Ier-Briar's spiel. What's happening?"</s>
<\|description\|>Raule Cardias Fake Name Nada. Nickname(s) None. Gender Male Age 20 Year Fifth Birthday November 21st Astrological Sign Scorpio Species Voidlings (Human) The Voidlings come from many different races and share no similarities except for one: they have been unfortunate to catch the attention of those vastly their betters. The effects of even a small amount of Void power can mutate the affected into great monstrosities, leave them unchanged, or anything in between. The effects can be somewhat directed on the whims of the Voidkin, but are still unpredictable even then, As such the cases of the Voidlings are unique to the individual. For Raule, the results were minor appearance changes. His ears elongated drastically while his hair was bleached a snow white. His nails naturally sharpened until it was more accurate to call them claws and his eyes are now red, and glow a soft crimson in the dark. Voidkin These paradoxical beings for the most part are still largely shrouded in mystery, if only because they so rarely bother to interact with the worlds. Even then most of their interactions seem to be limited to spreading their power at random, infusing individuals with mere drops of their energy. Aside from these mysterious incidents these beings seem content to remain where they reside. Their ability to reach into either world aside, little else is known about their abilities. Presumably they are capable of far greater feats than the Voidlings, but to what scale is undetermined. Class Dark Brawler A deadly close quarter combatant that specializes in unarmed styles mixed with the natural energies, both Void and human, that flows through the user's body. Capable of reinforcing their bodies to superhuman levels, they shrug off mighty blows while returning them in kind. Their Void energy results in powerful, but self-destructive bursts of power that allow them to erase enemies in their way before their bodies begin to erode from within. At the height of his power so far, Raule can wrap himself in a shroud of Void energy for about 10 minutes. The energy would be dense enough at this point to render small arms fire essentially ineffective, and with it coating his fists he'd be able to destroy armored units with sustained assault. He's also capable of firing short-ranged blasts of Void energy that would leave no trace of an unprotected human. While in this state, his physical prowess is also pushed to the utmost limits. Even without the coating of Void energy his fists can pulverize stone, and he's tough enough that small arms fire would prove insufficient to put him down immediately. In terms of speed and agility, unless the wielder is superhuman themselves firearms are near useless in close quarters given he can move faster than a regular human would be able to keep up and aim against. Weapon Klaenr a Tomi. Finding a material that was able to withstand the Void's energy was not an easy a task. He was forced to venture far beyond the safety zones of the Black Gale. Finding a smith that could work it was even harder. It took a master blacksmith who had adopted the advanced technologies of Earth to melt and shape the material. His weapons are a pair of claw-tipped gauntlets, and sharpened greaves; the front is shaped into a sharp cutting edge and is a bit heavier than regular pieces as a result. The metal is a white-grey in coloration. The gauntlets are covered in a perpetual layer of frost, and leave frost crystals in the air with their passing. The greaves on the other hand crackle with electricity, sparks and arcs often dancing around the pair. World Lucis Short Biography A fairly closed lip is kept when it comes to Raule's whereabouts prior to his time at the Academy. As far as anybody knows he survived and was changed by an encounter with a Voidkin when he was 13. The small town and surrounding forest he called home was not so fortunate and erased from existence, a massive crater left in its place. What occurred in the two years prior to his arrival at the Academy is still anyone's guess, but he's attended it for the last five years successfully. Personality Despite his appearance and "race", Raule enjoys the days he can spend without the company of his weapons. Flexible and tolerant, he goes with the flow rather easily amongst his acquaintances. Not overly cheerful or enthusiastic, Raule is more reserved about how he expresses himself. Reliable and responsive though, he's the type of person to take things into his own hands rather than wait for others, but he'll never try and stand in the spotlight. Partner Guess it's up in the air. Fear(s)/Weakness(es)/Limit(s) Strictly a close-ranged fighter, if kept at a distance there's not much Raule can do to his opponents. His reach with Void-based abilities extend a bit further, but only a dozen feet or so. While he's fairly good at managing his limits, overuse of Void energy will erode his body despite its innate resistance. His eyes will begin to glow a blood red once the threshold has been reached. Skills/Abilities/Traits Physically more able than a human, even without tapping into internal sources of power. He's stronger, faster, more durable, and overall just better. His existence, like all other Voidkins, is an anomaly. While he still requires sleep and does age, many of his biological needs are no longer that. The Void essentially constantly purges his body of external influences and sustains him in their absence. He requires no sustenance and has a high resistance to poisons, toxins, and diseases. At the same time, magic that influences one's internals such as telepathy or mental illusions are quickly broken against Raule. Sadly, beneficial magics, such as healings or blessings, are also rendered ineffective for him. Magic with enough power behind it will punch through the Void's effects, but its effects will be reduced. Void energy is highly destructive to put mildly. If it exists, the Void will try and fix that and leave nothing in its passing. Matter, energy, even spiritual existences are all touchable with the paradoxical energy. It essentially acts as a universal corrosive and will, given enough time and a steady supply, dissolve anything into nothing. Density is the main factor in how resistant something is towards the Void's effect as there is more material to corrode away. As befitting of his class designation, Raule is an experienced warrior. He fares well in messy melees, but shines in combat against individuals. Despite still attending the Academy, he's already seen his fair share of ventures into the Black Gale. The fact that he has returned alive speaks enough. Other His sigil. Located on his right shoulder blade.</s> <\|message\|>Francois Jeannotte Francois Jeannotte Francois hummed cheerily as he entered the grandiose main hall, the bustling crowd blocking the entrance having finally dispersed somewhat and thus opened up an unobstructed movement vector into the designated area. He looked around the area, basking in its majesty. This definitely wasn't what it was like back at the lab. The main hall, more an auditorium than anything, was lustrous and awe-inspiring, as opposed to the monochrome color scheme and sparse decor of the facility. It was all a very exciting experience. He looked around for an empty seat, opting to take one behind a mostly-empty row. The lights darkened, everything went silent, and a spotlight shone on the stage in the front. At the forefront of the stage was a flaxen-haired adolescent shining with the radiance of the angel. Then came the screech of metal caving in upon itself, and the boy spoke. ... ...That.......was actually pretty cool! Admittedly, Francois'd been expecting more a Dumbledore-ish type, or maybe like some school marm, but a 'hip, young headmaster who don't play by the rules' was perfectly fine with him. It was good to see mentors trying to connect with their mentees. The fellow's choice in words was a bit crude, but perhaps that was his way of fitting in? It made sense in a way, and who was Francois to argue with sense? Nevertheless, they were instructed to remove something from the bottom of their seat. Something about an 'ice-breaker' and a number. Though what breaking ice and numbers had to with each other was beyond him. Thus, with a theatrical pull, he removed the slip of paper off the bottom of his seat and looked upon it. Emblazoned on the disheveled piece of paper was a big, bold... 23. Francois looked at the slip for just a moment----- >[Division Alpha]: ...Wait, 23? Don't you mean 09? Verification required. >[Division Beta]: 09? That number is a 23. >[Division Gamma]: Division Beta is correct. That is a 23. >[Division Alpha]: No... That's a 09, what are you all talking about? Are you sure? >[Division Beta]: Visual information reports that the number is, in fact, the number 23. Spelling: T-w-e-n-t-y-dash-t-h-r-e-e. Are the nanomachines malfunctioning? Check again. >[Division Alpha]: Very well. >[Division Alpha]: Nanorobotic visual confirmed. It's definitely, 100%, a 09, not a 23 as you claim. >[Division Beta]: Previous sensory information contradicts that notion. >[Division Alpha]: It's not a bloody 23, it's a 09. Are you blind?! >[Division Beta]: The subject's 20/20 vision contradicts that notion. >[Division Alpha]: No, it's a figure of-- It's a 09 you waste of grey matter. >[Division Gamma]: False. The curvature of both characters, and the line at the bottom of the first, corresponds to the number 23. >[Division Beta]: Division Alpha's inability to differentiate 09 and 23 is worrying. Objections to placing Division Alpha on temporary shutdown until we can fix this dilemma? >[Division Alpha]: FINE. Fine, it's a stupid, goddamn 23. We'll worry about any deficiencies in our abilities at a later point. -----before looking to his left, right, and front at the numbers that those sitting adjacent to him had. '8675, 309, 23... 23?' Francois peaked over the row in front of him once more, at a teal-haired kid's slip of paper. The lighting was difficult to see in, but that was indeed a 23! Just like what Francois had! The monochrome-haired youth tapped the shoulder of the unfortunate individual in front of him. "Excuse me! Hey! Uhh... Kid! You! Yeah," the Frenchman said excitedly, "I got 23 too!" ...It looks like things don't always go as planned. Isn't it sad, Rei? Cypher</s> <\|message\|>Rei Maven Rei Maven Watching the human intently Rei noticed him just staring blankly at his card. He didn't seem to be reacting much to it, which was expected. It was just a number on a card after all. But than the boy reached out to the person in front of him, and while it was hard for Rei to hear over the commotion she knew she had to act fast. She heard the boy say his number, twenty three, but in revealing it to someone else they could potentially break the ruse. "Alright, no problem, using my magic on someone else isn't impossible." Rei whispered under her breath. She didn't know this person in front of her original prey, though he looked human enough. And in the event that her target does something more foolish like announce his number to the world, Rei made sure to expand the area of effect on her illusion around her target. It was rather demanding but she was willing to put out the energy for this. Now her target, and anyone else looking at the slip of paper in his hand, would see the number twenty three instead of whatever was originally on there.</s>	<\|message\|>Raule Cardias "Yeah, yeah you big baby." Raule ducked under the violent jab the griffon made at his condescending tone of voice, and proceeded to slap its head away from himself. An indignant cry was had when it turned around to face him and he sighed before he dug unslung the pack from his shoulder and dropped it to the ground. The fact that he was busy digging through his bag for some treats for his damned mount, as it might as well have been his since two years ago; Raule was fairly sure it didn't ferry anybody else, while the Headmaster was giving his speech was not lost on him. Finally, after a bit of rearranging and shuffling of his belongings he pulled a string-tied bag out and tossed it at that griffon. The bag of dried meat smacked it right in the face and it squawked indignantly once more, but Raule was already scrambling away with his belongings in his arms. His parting words might have been heard had the campus not been basically deserted as students crammed into the main hall. While he could have easily kicked the main hall's doors in to announce his arrival, such a thing wasn't Raule's style. It did sound like a bit of a ruckus was going on inside so he might have been able to slip himself in without being noticed, So in the end that was what he settled on and the doors were opened with narily a creak. At least one that was audible over the din of talk and conversation as reactions to whatever the Headmaster had decided to do were vocalized. Given the distinct lack of any commotion in the rows closest to him, he presumed that the fifth years had not been exposed to whatever shenanigans were taking place. A familiar face was rather easy to find thanks to her rather distinctive style of dress. Even as he eyed the lower rows where each student seemed to have been given a sheet of paper with a number written on it, he made his way over towards Zar. Upon reaching her, he placed his hands on the back of her chair and leaned slightly forward so that when he looked down it was from directly over her. "Sup?" he asked rather casually towards the angry-looking lady, an expression he'd come to recognize as simply her default. Though it was a single word, he meant two things with it; both how she was, and exactly what was happening right now.</s>
<\|description\|>Raule Cardias Fake Name Nada. Nickname(s) None. Gender Male Age 20 Year Fifth Birthday November 21st Astrological Sign Scorpio Species Voidlings (Human) The Voidlings come from many different races and share no similarities except for one: they have been unfortunate to catch the attention of those vastly their betters. The effects of even a small amount of Void power can mutate the affected into great monstrosities, leave them unchanged, or anything in between. The effects can be somewhat directed on the whims of the Voidkin, but are still unpredictable even then, As such the cases of the Voidlings are unique to the individual. For Raule, the results were minor appearance changes. His ears elongated drastically while his hair was bleached a snow white. His nails naturally sharpened until it was more accurate to call them claws and his eyes are now red, and glow a soft crimson in the dark. Voidkin These paradoxical beings for the most part are still largely shrouded in mystery, if only because they so rarely bother to interact with the worlds. Even then most of their interactions seem to be limited to spreading their power at random, infusing individuals with mere drops of their energy. Aside from these mysterious incidents these beings seem content to remain where they reside. Their ability to reach into either world aside, little else is known about their abilities. Presumably they are capable of far greater feats than the Voidlings, but to what scale is undetermined. Class Dark Brawler A deadly close quarter combatant that specializes in unarmed styles mixed with the natural energies, both Void and human, that flows through the user's body. Capable of reinforcing their bodies to superhuman levels, they shrug off mighty blows while returning them in kind. Their Void energy results in powerful, but self-destructive bursts of power that allow them to erase enemies in their way before their bodies begin to erode from within. At the height of his power so far, Raule can wrap himself in a shroud of Void energy for about 10 minutes. The energy would be dense enough at this point to render small arms fire essentially ineffective, and with it coating his fists he'd be able to destroy armored units with sustained assault. He's also capable of firing short-ranged blasts of Void energy that would leave no trace of an unprotected human. While in this state, his physical prowess is also pushed to the utmost limits. Even without the coating of Void energy his fists can pulverize stone, and he's tough enough that small arms fire would prove insufficient to put him down immediately. In terms of speed and agility, unless the wielder is superhuman themselves firearms are near useless in close quarters given he can move faster than a regular human would be able to keep up and aim against. Weapon Klaenr a Tomi. Finding a material that was able to withstand the Void's energy was not an easy a task. He was forced to venture far beyond the safety zones of the Black Gale. Finding a smith that could work it was even harder. It took a master blacksmith who had adopted the advanced technologies of Earth to melt and shape the material. His weapons are a pair of claw-tipped gauntlets, and sharpened greaves; the front is shaped into a sharp cutting edge and is a bit heavier than regular pieces as a result. The metal is a white-grey in coloration. The gauntlets are covered in a perpetual layer of frost, and leave frost crystals in the air with their passing. The greaves on the other hand crackle with electricity, sparks and arcs often dancing around the pair. World Lucis Short Biography A fairly closed lip is kept when it comes to Raule's whereabouts prior to his time at the Academy. As far as anybody knows he survived and was changed by an encounter with a Voidkin when he was 13. The small town and surrounding forest he called home was not so fortunate and erased from existence, a massive crater left in its place. What occurred in the two years prior to his arrival at the Academy is still anyone's guess, but he's attended it for the last five years successfully. Personality Despite his appearance and "race", Raule enjoys the days he can spend without the company of his weapons. Flexible and tolerant, he goes with the flow rather easily amongst his acquaintances. Not overly cheerful or enthusiastic, Raule is more reserved about how he expresses himself. Reliable and responsive though, he's the type of person to take things into his own hands rather than wait for others, but he'll never try and stand in the spotlight. Partner Guess it's up in the air. Fear(s)/Weakness(es)/Limit(s) Strictly a close-ranged fighter, if kept at a distance there's not much Raule can do to his opponents. His reach with Void-based abilities extend a bit further, but only a dozen feet or so. While he's fairly good at managing his limits, overuse of Void energy will erode his body despite its innate resistance. His eyes will begin to glow a blood red once the threshold has been reached. Skills/Abilities/Traits Physically more able than a human, even without tapping into internal sources of power. He's stronger, faster, more durable, and overall just better. His existence, like all other Voidkins, is an anomaly. While he still requires sleep and does age, many of his biological needs are no longer that. The Void essentially constantly purges his body of external influences and sustains him in their absence. He requires no sustenance and has a high resistance to poisons, toxins, and diseases. At the same time, magic that influences one's internals such as telepathy or mental illusions are quickly broken against Raule. Sadly, beneficial magics, such as healings or blessings, are also rendered ineffective for him. Magic with enough power behind it will punch through the Void's effects, but its effects will be reduced. Void energy is highly destructive to put mildly. If it exists, the Void will try and fix that and leave nothing in its passing. Matter, energy, even spiritual existences are all touchable with the paradoxical energy. It essentially acts as a universal corrosive and will, given enough time and a steady supply, dissolve anything into nothing. Density is the main factor in how resistant something is towards the Void's effect as there is more material to corrode away. As befitting of his class designation, Raule is an experienced warrior. He fares well in messy melees, but shines in combat against individuals. Despite still attending the Academy, he's already seen his fair share of ventures into the Black Gale. The fact that he has returned alive speaks enough. Other His sigil. Located on his right shoulder blade.</s> <\|message\|>Penelope Ashford Penelope and Jett's Misadventures in Box 11. "Yes, I'm from Lucius, too. Do you have any powers? I can't recall meeting a Siren before, and I want to know what they can do." In response, Penelope extended her right hand and made a sphere of water about the size of a baseball. "It's a lot harder than I make it look. I can also hypnotize boys, though I've never actually had occasion to use that power." She let the spell dissipate, and the water retreated back into nonexistence. "Mind if I ask you the same question?"</s> <\|message\|>Byeondeog Box 297 Amon and yuga Amon gazed once more at the videos the Yuga seemed to be intent on getting her to watch, mulling over the robots statements, giving a harsh bark of laughter at the last comment, "I suppose if we're expected to kill one another , you may as well call me Amon then, and while I've little to comment on wether that number is your true value, nor wish to haggle of the price of a common student here, I on the other hand," she proclaimed, hind leg once more unconsciously scratching at the collar, "am a bit more disposable then you may think," she said giving a smirk as she stopped scratching at the collar, "something we may have in common." Amon hesitated for a bit, before deciding to add a bit more, "let's just say the collar isn't simply a fashion choice, however dashing I may make it seem." She got up again, shaking a bit to loosen her joints, before pacing the room, instantly regretting taking her attention from the screen as the walls seemed to be closing in on her, sighing at the cliche, trying to seeing if there might be some indication of a way out, before turning her attention back to Yuga, anxiety showing a bit as her thoughts kept coming back to the thought that they were in a box, "as fascinating as your videos are my dear, I find this setting a-a little unappealing, " trying to keep control, honestly it would have been better for her to have kept her attention on the videos, but now she needed to get OUT, "so I propose we focus on finding a new strategy, rather than twiddle our thumbs," she said noticing she was getting a bit snippy, but not really caring. "A-a-as quickly as we can, if you don't mind I don't do well on boxes," a nervous chuckle working its way out. How could she sit so calmly, they had been locked in a white, glowing prison, their was no food, and they had heard nothing since getting in. Her orb was starting to veer at seemingly random trajectories, nearly slamming against Amon a few times. She could hear instincts screaming at hear, she was Trapped, she needed To Get Out, SHE NEEDED TO ESCAPE. It would be obvious that she was deteriorating rather quickly now that she had focused on her confinement. Her memories of her prior confinement rising again, she had told the them everything about her, he'll they had even learned her true name</s>	<\|message\|>Raule Cardias He glanced away from the screen at the greeting and nodded politely before he replied. "Hello Chris." Zar seemed to explain things well enough and she'd actually been here so Raule left her to it and refocused his attention to the thousand plus cameras. It didn't last for long though as her last comment caused him to look back up, and he reclined against the seat before asking, "Planning to abandon me for some cute lower year?" It was playful given that the two of them weren't officially partners. That aside, it was more often him than her who had spent time with the first and second years making sure they didn't get themselves killed the previous year. Before she could reply, Raule's eyes were already back on the screen and he winced as he just caught the decisive end of a battle. He didn't recognize her opponent, but Dagny was someone who he knew the name of; if only because of the danger she'd pose in a fight even if she was younger. 'Bad luck kiddo,' he thought as he spared a glance at the fallen draconic looking student before he shifted cameras again. Even for himself, victory in the situation would have been difficult, probably almost impossible if Dagny decided to transform into her true form. As Zar had pointed out though, it seemed like the majority of students weren't that hot-blooded and seemed reluctant to simply come to blows. Bit boring for those that had the job of monitoring the situation, but also good as it meant there was little to do. For Raule, he thought that it was a fairly good sign. While being decisive was no doubt needed to survive, recklessness and a lack of thinking would get the prospective students killed faster than any indecision.</s>
<\|description\|>Joseph Conrad Nickname(s): N/A Gender: Male Age: 19 Year: Fourth year Birthday: October 13, 2048 Astrological Sign: Libra Species: Augmented Human- Almost cyborg like, he has infrared and night vision due to eye implants. he also can slow down his perception of time due to implants in his brain and heart, which is also helps with his operation of power armor. Class: Assassin Weapon(s) X1-S Powered Armor: Power armor that focuses on mobility and stealth rather than the immense firepower and bulky armor normally attributed with others in it's class. It gives the user superhuman speed, teleportation powers, and active camouflage, meaning the X1-S is more about avoiding being hit rather than being able to take hits. Experimental Vibroblades: Essentially blades that vibrate at an extremely high frequency, allowing him to slice through pretty much anything, although some sturdy and hardier materials, normally those used the the creation of heavy armor, takes a while for the vibroblades to pierce through. World: Earth Short Biography: The US government had exhausted most of its military might, and around 2056, having the biggest gun around didn't help when the US was spread too far and wide. The exacting toll it had on the budget was excruciating as well. Therefore, military officials had decided to see if they could change their military doctrine to lighter, more agile, more elite soldiers. Instead of fighting head on with conventional weaponry, this new breed of soldier would participate in the same tactics as the terrorists and rebels that had thwarted the US's usual policy of overwhelming firepower. Waging a guerrilla war against a guerrilla war, fighting fire with fire. These soldiers would be sent in by the dozens. They would then proceed to demoralize the opposing force to the point of surrender, utilizing hit and run attacks, taking out key targets, and disrupting supply lines. Joseph was chosen to be trained and equipped by this new military program, and he was willing enough as Joseph wasn't exactly well off the begin with in the first place. He spent many years training to become the scalpel of the US armed forces, but the project was shut down. Too much money and resources that didn't justify its implementation, not to mention politicians who were slashing every budget other than their salary. Joseph soon received a letter from the Arcane Artes, where he has spent the past four years schooling to become a Gatekeeper. Personality: Loves to be very sarcastic. Somewhat of a cynic, as he loves to point out anything and everything that is wrong or depressing. Partner Unassigned as of now. Fear(s)/Weakness(es)/Limit(s): His power armor was only built for speed, not protection. Anything bigger than a pistol will be able to harm him. Joseph's enhanced reaction speed also doesn't mean he can dodge everything, as his powered armor has limits. Joseph can see it coming, for example, a shotgun fired at him from point blank range. While his brain was fast enough to process the firearm being discharged, he probably won't be fast enough to dodge the pellets at all. This also means he is very susceptible to AOE attacks. The X1-S isn't resistant to EMPs, so lighting magic would also be effective. His stealth isn't perfect either, as his Active Camo reflects light, so a visual distortion would be present as he cloaks, revealing his position to those nearby. Teleportation range is limited to 50 feet, which is only a bit longer than the average school bus. Strange Attributes/Abilities/Traits: Has an uncanny ability for numbers. Can guesstimate distances, trajectory and angle of bullets pretty accurately. Themesong: Rules of Nature Other: Does fancy a bit of woodworking. Hates Dagny Ek. With a Passion.</s> <\|message\|>Gabriel Paxton Gabriel did it! He did it! He rode the griffin into the sky like a complete motherfucker, and he was damn proud of it. True, half the time he was prepared to say his last prayer in hopes of a painless death, but he did it! Maybe the next time he rode one of the things he could try out something even more ballsy! However, now was not the time to think of such things. Now was the time to bask in his last few minutes of glory before preparing himself for the change. There was no more Gabriel Paxton, Only Uriel. And now, Uriel was prepared for this year's challenge. He would survive to be a 4th year, and then next, a 5th year. As he adjusted his eyes to the change of scenery, it was obvious he was no longer on earth. He had entered the black gate, and his school was within sight. Once again he'd have to put up a little bit of a farce, at least so none of the students would know what his father did and get any strange ideas. Nonetheless, as he had done the previous two years, he started to regret his choice of fake names. It was very similar in both meaning, as well as their endings and origins. He first chose it because he had thought people would doubt he would choose such a similar name if he was trying to hide himself, but still, it might have been a bad idea. Now Uriel wasn't carrying much luggage with him on the griffin. His dad had already sent some of his clothes to the school beforehand, and he also had some 'leftovers' from last year in his room. so he was only carrying a backpack of some tools, identification, and other miscellaneous objects. The fact he hadn't been carrying much helped him birth another wonderful, and very intelligent idea. It was time for stunt 'numero dos'! Maybe Uriel just had a very smart griffin, or perhaps it was just one accustomed to stupidity. Either way it got Uriel's hint and stayed midair, keeping similar altitude as well as circling the spot where Uriel wanted to land. Uriel shoved his hands into the Bag of Mayhem, which had the initials BoM inscribed on it with black ink. After removing his hand from the BoM he had three marbles in his hand, all of them were cracked. At about one-hundred and fifty feet Uriel jumped off the griffin with vigor, and found himself falling towards the ground with his head leading the way. However after a few seconds he was able to adjust himself so that he had taken the position of a sky-diver. Not that he was jumping from such a height, no not at all. Its just that he was quick to prepare himself for impact. Now in his hand was three cracked marbles, two of them were purple and one light green. He was about twenty feet from the ground when he twisted his arm and launched them towards the ground. The impact of the marbles created a 'reverse-impact' zone after they detonated. The gravity marbles mixed with the wind and instead of creating a painful inward force, it lessened the velocity of Uriel's body tremendously while also pushing him away from the ground. After going through the field, he hit the ground without a scratch on him. Had he thrown the marbles earlier he could have even hit the ground feet first and stood tall! Once he had regained his balance, and picked himself up, he had heard announcements coming from the school and it's principal. There was some bored sounded lady speaking about taking your luggage and going to the main hall. Uriel had no real luggage beside his backpack with him, but it sounded like going there would be a good idea anyways. As he started to pick up a good walking pace, the message changed. Then thee headmaster took over the speakers and basically repeated what the other lady had said, with much more enthusiasm and a vulgar attitude. Uriel didn't hear much from the headmistress, but when he did it was often more fun then not. Uriel appreciated her attitude, as well as he way of speaking. At the very least if felt as though she had an attitude he liked. Uriel looked up and he had saw the Griffin he was riding earlier still rotating in the air. After a few minutes had passed of it circling around Uriel from above it gained some more altitude and left to go somewhere else. Perhaps back to wherever all the other griffins went. Godamn I would love one of those as pets. He gave it some consideration, were griffins common pets in Lucis? Would they be expensive? Although he doubted it was likely to happen, Uriel would have really liked to kept the most recent Griffin he had ridden as a pet. Would've allowed for a much more stylish way to get around the school too!</s> <\|message\|>Arkiyel 'ein Arkiyel 'Ein Ark huddled in a small wooden building he had called home for the past 2 days. The flight from his hometown would have been 10 hours+ in the cold wind. That, in and of itself, would be hell. Though, in exchange for making the trip more like 30 minutes, he had to spend 2 days in the horrid cold of Alkvher, instead of Ghrenheim, with it's glorious tropical weather. Ark looked over at the old man he had been staying with for the past 2 days. The old Human had offered him a place to stay during those 2 days for the past 3 years that Ark had been a student at the academy. The man was charitable and kind, and Ark was thankful for that, though he was nothing compared to his old friend back in Ghrenheim. His name was Earl. Earl was a farmer who sat in the old cabin during the long winter months, barely making it through each year. "It's nearly time for me to go." Ark looked at the fireplace, then back at the kind old man "Thanks for letting me stay here again. I guess I'll help you with the next harvest." The old man simply smiled at Ark as he picked up his thick coat and walked to the door. Earl was mute, though he still managed to make a living without words. "Goodbye, Earl. Eyn' Gohdus." (Eyn' Gohdus is a draconian saying which means something like "Good fortune and hope to you") Ark stepped outside into the frigid cold, the leather on his feet barely preventing his feet from freezing. Ark watched as a majestic beast fell from the sky at brilliant speeds, landing a few feet in front of him with grace and elegance. Ark quickly checked the bags at his sides, making sure that all of his items of importance were there. Ark moved towards the beast, petting it slightly before climbing onto the saddle. Ark could not fly on his own at the moment. The air was too cold and it would have taken too much time. The beast climbed through the clouds at speeds faster than most could imagine. Ark looked around at the clouds. Boring. He checked downwards, at the still-visible human settlement, and the many acres of farmland owned by the old man. Ark began to sing an old chant under his breath. A relic of his past, a memory of an old friend. A tear dropped from his eye, before being torn away by the wind. After the allotted time had past, Ark arrived at the school, right as the announcement was made. He dismounted the griffin, petting it once again before thanking it and walking off. Ark made his way to the main hall with his bags at his sides, underneath a thick coat that covered his wings, which were hidden against his back. Maxwell Yinyues BZZ...BZZ...BZZ Maxwell's hand slowly clambered for the snooze button, as his eyes began to open, adjusting to the morning light pouring in through the window. So, I go back to the Academy today? Well, at least I spent my break having a memorable time with Maria and... Max's thoughts were interrupted as he sat up to see something unsightly standing over him. "Good morning, Maxy!" Maxwell looked at the unwanted presence, wiping his eyes so that he could see more clearly. They were obviously wearing some sort of girl's school uniform. If it wasn't for the fact that Maxwell lived in the same house as them, he would clearly mistake them for a young schoolgirl. "What do you want, George?" Max said, with obvious disdain. "It's Georgia. How do I look?" He did a quick twirl. Yea, he may have looked cute, but that was still pretty creepy. "You look like you normally do, a guy that cross dresses for attention, even though he has no real interest in it." George seemingly got mad and stomped off. Maxwell looked to his left, at Maria, who had pulled the blanket over her head to block the sunlight. "I'll make sure to call often." Maxwell got up from the bed, and picked the uniform up off of his desk. He showered, ate breakfast, and put on the usual Academy of the Arcane Artes uniform. While he was getting ready, he remembered this was supposed to be Varren's first year at the academy. Varren wasn't going to make it in a place like that, Max was sure of it. Max looked through the kitchen window in the stark silence. The griffin had just arrived. Maxwell got up from his chair and walked briskly to the front door, grabbing his bag, putting on his shoes. He quickly checked his bag. Clothes, guns, fancy hat, sunglasses, and things that shouldn't be mentioned. Everything was in place. Maxwell stepped out the door and walked over to the Griffin. "Hello, old friend." He got on to the back of the winged beast, and flew through the black gale. Once Maxwell had arrived at the academy, he quickly headed for the main hall, with his bag at his side. His luggage should have already arrived at his room, so he had nothing to worry about. The announcement was a bit odd this year, given the aggressive weirdness of the Headmaster.</s>	<\|message\|>Joseph Conrad Joseph checked his gear one more time as he prepared for his trip to the Academy of The Arcane Artes. His previous year had been nothing like the years before, and part of him was glad he had actually survived. Many of his classmates did not. It was to be expected. Even in well coordinated fireteams, with the best students and gear, it was not uncommon for a squad to be annihilated to the last man. A true trial by fire, as the Academy wanted the best to advance to the next year. No baby sitting, you learned on the job. And if you didn't, well, you were dead. Joseph had thought he was ready for combat long before, but training was completely different from the real thing. You fuck up once in training, you get yelled at and possibly disciplined. In the Black Gale, you make a mistake and you die. If you're lucky, you just lose a limb or two. Many of his friends died during incursions into the Black Gale. Another day, more dead. Joseph tried to look on the bright side of things. Perhaps maybe a certain someone had died as well, who probably deserved it, but as such that person lived, which soured his mood further. But life moves on. If he lived past his fourth year, Joseph would be just a mere step from becoming a fully fledged gatekeeper. A shrill cry outside interrupted his thoughts and signaled his ride was here. Stepping out of his humble abode, Joseph gave the griffon a friendly pat as he jumped onto it's back. A while later, and he was at the Academy. As usual, the first years were crashing or making less than elegant landings. But it was to be expected. Joseph's first landing didn't exactly go as planned either, as he had fell off and skidded a good five feet before something. But he learned from his mistakes- It was better to let the griffon decide to land than trying to rush it along. His griffon landed gently onto the academy and lowered itself to allow Joseph off. He was late, but he knew the routine already. Joseph would have to get to the main hall at once, which he did promptly. No need to waste time gawking at botched landings.</s>
<\|description\|>Mors Rerum Age: 16 Appearance: Gift: Subjective Reality Bio: Mors (or just call him Death) has been alone since the day he was born. His Brothers despised him, his parents hated him, that's the reason he got his name. Death ran away from his home at a young age. Death is kind and caring. He will take on anything if it involves his friends. He also wields The Honjo Masamune. Neutral</s> <\|message\|>Kat Winters Welcome to waverly academy!</s> <\|message\|>Mors Rerum Mors walked in through the doors of the academy, amazed at how much work underwent into the academy. "Whew, this is on amazing academy. I wonder where everyone else is. I hope we all could get along. But if we can't then that's that. I should keep Masamune hidden, wouldn't want anyone to see me with it." He sheathed the sword into its scabbard, and his it in a red cloth. 'Now to find someone else at the academy.'</s> <\|message\|>Nadia Nut "Okay Nadia you can do this! Don't be nervous!" A girl of height 5'1 muttered to herself and clenched both her fists in front of her. It was her first day in this new academy. Ever since her parents found out of her abilities, they were disappointed. Then, they heard of this academy and both of them sighed, thinking that this academy would be best for her. "Making a new friend will be my goal for today" she smiled to herself and took her first few steps into the academy.</s> <\|message\|>Kiera Adams Kiera sipped on her grande sized mocha frappuccinno as she walked into the academy, her eyes darting around her nervously. There were so many foreign faces around her and she didn't know anyone here! That was one of her biggest gripes associated with moving into a new school, especially since she was expected to graduate from high school next year with her friends from back home. Then again, the letter of acceptance she held in her hands proved to be a blessing and she was expecting to find out the answers to her many questions in here. It appeared she wasn't the only one awestruck by the school. Kiera realized this as she made eye contact with a certain brown eyed brunette who had a bright smile on her face. @Nuttynad She definitely looked friendly!</s> <\|message\|>Nadia Nut Just as she had stepped into the academy, she had already made eye contact with another student. She was blonde and looked like a nice person. Nadia smiled at her, wondering if she should go over there and talk to her. Maybe say hi or something. Maybe she should introduce herself. Taking a deep breath, she went over to her and smiled. "H-hey!" She said, stuttering a little due to her nerves. "I'm Nadia" she smiled. @DFA</s> <\|message\|>Mors Rerum Mors walked up to the two girls talking with each other. He bowed a bit. "Hello there ladies, I am Mors, It means Death in Latin. Nice to meet you" More looked at them and "scanned" them quickly. "Judging by your looks, you are also students here correct?"</s> <\|message\|>Kat Winters "Welcome to Waverly Academy you have been accepted to attend and learn how to control your gift..." Kat toss the letter on the bench and sat down waiting for a taxi. She couldn't believe she got in and was nervous about going. She got in the taxi and headed to the school with her bag and a photo of her family the corner burnt off. Sighing she put her head back and close her eyes to relax and when she woke she was at the school. She got out and walk up and went to find her dorm. Off to the side some students were watching for newbies and seeing what ones is more to the dark side. They notice Kat but turn their heads back to watching. She headed into the school and walk down the hallway and stopped to look at pictures of past students and the founders of the school.</s> <\|message\|>Nadia Nut Nadia turned her head to see the new person that was talking to them. She smiled at him and nodded her head. "It's nice to meet you too Mors" she said and reached out her hand for a handshake. "And yeah we're students here" she continued. Maybe this person will become her friend as well. Two friends at once. That's quite an accomplishment for her.</s> <\|message\|>Mors Rerum Mors shakes hands with the girl. He enjoyed the company. "So, I'm doing this small research experiment, I am researching the power that we have been given. Therefore if possible could you tell me what yours is, I would like to know. I want to know what 4th dimensional party is at work, in other words, what we would call "God"."</s> <\|message\|>Nadia Nut "Uhmm I can only create holes and then cover them up afterwards" she said with a soft laugh. Not many people actually liked her power. In fact her parents sent her here in hopes that her power would be something that they can brag about. "What's yours?" she asked, looking at the two people that she had decided to befriend.</s> <\|message\|>Kiera Adams Kiera took another deep sip from her frappuccino, reaching the bottom quickly and noisily sucking at the remnants of the caffeinated delicacy for a good moment or two. When she was done she sighed contentedly and disposed of her trash in a nearby trash bin. She glanced at the two of them, "Uh...don't judge me, but it was pretty refreshing..." Kiera cleared her throat. She casted a glance to each of her companions, listening as they conversed. Nadia explained her powers and Kiera nodded her head, taking in the information.</s> <\|message\|>Mors Rerum Mors looked up from his notepad. "My Power is pretty dangerous, its name is Subjective Reality, it is the power to blur the line between the boundary of fantasy and reality, in short, I can create, decreate or basically do anything. But I can only use it for Ten minutes. The other thing I can do which isn't technically a power, I wield the Honjo Masamune, one of the most sacred relics, or ancient sword, from my country."</s> <\|message\|>Michael Len Michael Len walked into the academy grounds, yawning as he looked around. He had gone to bed quite late the night before so he was still feeling groggy. He noticed the students talking around but all he really wanted to do was to find his class room and then sleep some more. He headed into the school building, looking around as he walked, feeling lost. He finally saw a redheaded student looking at a picture hanging from the wall and walked up to her. "Hi, good morning! Do you know the layout of this building? I'm new here and can't find my classroom." He said before covering his mouth as he yawned again.</s> <\|message\|>Kat Winters Kat look over at micheal and smile softly. "I'm new to I don't know my way around but we could help each other" she took her paper out and look at it. "Um I think we should find your dorm first cause their aren't classes today" she giggle</s> <\|message\|>Michael Len Michael nodded, looking around. "I wonder where it is..." He said before she mentioned that there weren't classes that day. He had to hold back a yawn as he replied. "I know but since everyone is arriving today I just figured it would be too noisy. I want to sleep for a while, so the classroom should be just perfect." He added before moving to her side and looking at the paper she held. "But if you're looking for the dorm I'll keep you company." He added, smiling at her.</s> <\|message\|>Nadia Nut "Honjo Masamune?" Nadia asked, curiously. "Your power sure sounds interesting" she said with a smile. "What does it feel like when you use it? Do you get affected by it?"</s> <\|message\|>Mors Rerum "Yes, The Honjo Masamume, is an ancient sword created by the greatest Swordsmith in Japan, it was also his best sword, the Honjo Masamune has many mysterious powers behind it. It was passed down through the main family of Shogun. As for Subjective Reality, it feels exhilarating, like if I was traveling through time and space. As for If I get affected by it, no I don't." Mors put his hands together, and began separating them slowly, creating a Black Hole. "This is part of what Subjective Reality can do, I just created a miniature Black Hole" Mors clapped his hands together and the Black Hole disappeared. "How do you like it?"</s> <\|message\|>Nadia Nut "Woaahh" Nadia said, her eyes wide as he demonstrated his power. She clapped, amazed. "It looks really cool" she said, smiling at him. "This is all I can do" she said. She stepped backwards and raised her hand above the ground. She stared at it for a while and a small but deep hole appeared. And then it disappeared. "That's basically it" she said and stepped forward again.</s> <\|message\|>Mors Rerum "That could be pretty useful, like if you need a quick escape and many other uses. This power of mine, trust me you should be happy that you don't have this power." Mors said smiling.</s> <\|message\|>Kiera Adams "That sort of power..." Kiera felt almost insignificant in comparison to Mors's abilities. "Well, I can temporarily turn intangible and walk through walls or objects. Kinda like a ghost if you believe in that sort of stuff" she said.</s> <\|message\|>Mors Rerum "Of course I believe In ghosts, I've had a few skirmishes with them before, nothing major. Intangibility huh, thats actually a pretty amazing power, you could walk through different dimensions, become something like a drawing on a wall, you dont feel heat, so you could walk through a volcano. So yeah it's actually pretty cool." Mors said</s> <\|message\|>Nadia Nut "That's pretty cool" she smiled at the girl. "How does it feel when you walk through stuff? Like does it tickle or it feels nothing when you do walk through it?" She continued, curiously b</s> <\|message\|>Kat Winters Kat giggle and smile at him. "That is true it will be noisy" she giggle and pick her bags up and nodded. "Ya I would love for you to join me" she smile at him with a flirty smile.</s> <\|message\|>Michael Len Michael saw Kat's smile and nodded. "Okay then, let's look for the dorms!" He said, motioning for her to follow and leading her out of the classroom building. He stopped, looking around, and then started walking around once he saw a good place to relax, not really interested in finding the dorms just yet. "I just realized, I haven't introduced myself or asked your name. I'm Michael Len." He said, bowing his head at her.</s> <\|message\|>Kiera Adams "Ah! Well it actually feels pretty weird. Kinda like when you're at the pool and you're on the diving board, then you jump in and you enter the water head first." Kiera said. "I get the chills when I think about it because it defies what they teach you in schools." The blonde gestured to the red brick wall that lined the hallway, "We all know most walls are solid and you normally can't pass through them on your own. That's how they're meant to be at least..." Kiera walked up to the wall and put her hand against it. She stood there for a second before turning translucent and she then stuck her arm into the wall. "But then you have somebody like me, somebody who can bypass these walls...I don't even know how or why I'm able do it. I just know I can." She said, bringing her arm back out of the wall and returning to normal. "I have a lot of questions and I'm hoping I can at least find some answers here. Was I granted these powers from a third party? If so, then why? Why me? Just last year I was just your everyday basic blonde chick who frequented Starbucks...eh well, I still do..." She quickly shook her head and then exclaimed, "well, you know what I mean!" Kiera sighed. "Sorry, I got carried away. I tend to do that sometimes."</s> <\|message\|>Nadia Nut Nadia laughed and smiled at her. "It's alright, I tend to get carried away myself. Anyway, your power looks rather cool! I hope the three of us are in the same class, it would be nice if we were" she said, smiling at the two of them.</s>	<\|message\|>Mors Rerum Mors nodded. "Of course, I do hope so...Say, what would you like to do today, as a group seeing as there is no classes today, I figured we should do something fun together at least." Mors suggested. He had something in mind but wanted to see what they would say first.</s>
<\|description\|>Nadia Nut Age: 16 Appearance: Gift: She can make holes appear anywhere, any size she wants and how deep the hole can be. After creating the hole, she can cover it up as well. Her gift can be developed as the roleplay goes on :3 Bio: She loves cookies and likes to bake for her friends. A little bit of an airhead and can be really positive. Neutral</s> <\|message\|>Kat Winters Welcome to waverly academy!</s> <\|message\|>Mors Rerum Mors walked in through the doors of the academy, amazed at how much work underwent into the academy. "Whew, this is on amazing academy. I wonder where everyone else is. I hope we all could get along. But if we can't then that's that. I should keep Masamune hidden, wouldn't want anyone to see me with it." He sheathed the sword into its scabbard, and his it in a red cloth. 'Now to find someone else at the academy.'</s> <\|message\|>Nadia Nut "Okay Nadia you can do this! Don't be nervous!" A girl of height 5'1 muttered to herself and clenched both her fists in front of her. It was her first day in this new academy. Ever since her parents found out of her abilities, they were disappointed. Then, they heard of this academy and both of them sighed, thinking that this academy would be best for her. "Making a new friend will be my goal for today" she smiled to herself and took her first few steps into the academy.</s> <\|message\|>Kiera Adams Kiera sipped on her grande sized mocha frappuccinno as she walked into the academy, her eyes darting around her nervously. There were so many foreign faces around her and she didn't know anyone here! That was one of her biggest gripes associated with moving into a new school, especially since she was expected to graduate from high school next year with her friends from back home. Then again, the letter of acceptance she held in her hands proved to be a blessing and she was expecting to find out the answers to her many questions in here. It appeared she wasn't the only one awestruck by the school. Kiera realized this as she made eye contact with a certain brown eyed brunette who had a bright smile on her face. @Nuttynad She definitely looked friendly!</s> <\|message\|>Nadia Nut Just as she had stepped into the academy, she had already made eye contact with another student. She was blonde and looked like a nice person. Nadia smiled at her, wondering if she should go over there and talk to her. Maybe say hi or something. Maybe she should introduce herself. Taking a deep breath, she went over to her and smiled. "H-hey!" She said, stuttering a little due to her nerves. "I'm Nadia" she smiled. @DFA</s> <\|message\|>Mors Rerum Mors walked up to the two girls talking with each other. He bowed a bit. "Hello there ladies, I am Mors, It means Death in Latin. Nice to meet you" More looked at them and "scanned" them quickly. "Judging by your looks, you are also students here correct?"</s> <\|message\|>Kat Winters "Welcome to Waverly Academy you have been accepted to attend and learn how to control your gift..." Kat toss the letter on the bench and sat down waiting for a taxi. She couldn't believe she got in and was nervous about going. She got in the taxi and headed to the school with her bag and a photo of her family the corner burnt off. Sighing she put her head back and close her eyes to relax and when she woke she was at the school. She got out and walk up and went to find her dorm. Off to the side some students were watching for newbies and seeing what ones is more to the dark side. They notice Kat but turn their heads back to watching. She headed into the school and walk down the hallway and stopped to look at pictures of past students and the founders of the school.</s> <\|message\|>Nadia Nut Nadia turned her head to see the new person that was talking to them. She smiled at him and nodded her head. "It's nice to meet you too Mors" she said and reached out her hand for a handshake. "And yeah we're students here" she continued. Maybe this person will become her friend as well. Two friends at once. That's quite an accomplishment for her.</s> <\|message\|>Mors Rerum Mors shakes hands with the girl. He enjoyed the company. "So, I'm doing this small research experiment, I am researching the power that we have been given. Therefore if possible could you tell me what yours is, I would like to know. I want to know what 4th dimensional party is at work, in other words, what we would call "God"."</s> <\|message\|>Nadia Nut "Uhmm I can only create holes and then cover them up afterwards" she said with a soft laugh. Not many people actually liked her power. In fact her parents sent her here in hopes that her power would be something that they can brag about. "What's yours?" she asked, looking at the two people that she had decided to befriend.</s> <\|message\|>Kiera Adams Kiera took another deep sip from her frappuccino, reaching the bottom quickly and noisily sucking at the remnants of the caffeinated delicacy for a good moment or two. When she was done she sighed contentedly and disposed of her trash in a nearby trash bin. She glanced at the two of them, "Uh...don't judge me, but it was pretty refreshing..." Kiera cleared her throat. She casted a glance to each of her companions, listening as they conversed. Nadia explained her powers and Kiera nodded her head, taking in the information.</s> <\|message\|>Mors Rerum Mors looked up from his notepad. "My Power is pretty dangerous, its name is Subjective Reality, it is the power to blur the line between the boundary of fantasy and reality, in short, I can create, decreate or basically do anything. But I can only use it for Ten minutes. The other thing I can do which isn't technically a power, I wield the Honjo Masamune, one of the most sacred relics, or ancient sword, from my country."</s> <\|message\|>Michael Len Michael Len walked into the academy grounds, yawning as he looked around. He had gone to bed quite late the night before so he was still feeling groggy. He noticed the students talking around but all he really wanted to do was to find his class room and then sleep some more. He headed into the school building, looking around as he walked, feeling lost. He finally saw a redheaded student looking at a picture hanging from the wall and walked up to her. "Hi, good morning! Do you know the layout of this building? I'm new here and can't find my classroom." He said before covering his mouth as he yawned again.</s> <\|message\|>Kat Winters Kat look over at micheal and smile softly. "I'm new to I don't know my way around but we could help each other" she took her paper out and look at it. "Um I think we should find your dorm first cause their aren't classes today" she giggle</s> <\|message\|>Michael Len Michael nodded, looking around. "I wonder where it is..." He said before she mentioned that there weren't classes that day. He had to hold back a yawn as he replied. "I know but since everyone is arriving today I just figured it would be too noisy. I want to sleep for a while, so the classroom should be just perfect." He added before moving to her side and looking at the paper she held. "But if you're looking for the dorm I'll keep you company." He added, smiling at her.</s> <\|message\|>Nadia Nut "Honjo Masamune?" Nadia asked, curiously. "Your power sure sounds interesting" she said with a smile. "What does it feel like when you use it? Do you get affected by it?"</s> <\|message\|>Mors Rerum "Yes, The Honjo Masamume, is an ancient sword created by the greatest Swordsmith in Japan, it was also his best sword, the Honjo Masamune has many mysterious powers behind it. It was passed down through the main family of Shogun. As for Subjective Reality, it feels exhilarating, like if I was traveling through time and space. As for If I get affected by it, no I don't." Mors put his hands together, and began separating them slowly, creating a Black Hole. "This is part of what Subjective Reality can do, I just created a miniature Black Hole" Mors clapped his hands together and the Black Hole disappeared. "How do you like it?"</s> <\|message\|>Nadia Nut "Woaahh" Nadia said, her eyes wide as he demonstrated his power. She clapped, amazed. "It looks really cool" she said, smiling at him. "This is all I can do" she said. She stepped backwards and raised her hand above the ground. She stared at it for a while and a small but deep hole appeared. And then it disappeared. "That's basically it" she said and stepped forward again.</s> <\|message\|>Mors Rerum "That could be pretty useful, like if you need a quick escape and many other uses. This power of mine, trust me you should be happy that you don't have this power." Mors said smiling.</s> <\|message\|>Kiera Adams "That sort of power..." Kiera felt almost insignificant in comparison to Mors's abilities. "Well, I can temporarily turn intangible and walk through walls or objects. Kinda like a ghost if you believe in that sort of stuff" she said.</s> <\|message\|>Mors Rerum "Of course I believe In ghosts, I've had a few skirmishes with them before, nothing major. Intangibility huh, thats actually a pretty amazing power, you could walk through different dimensions, become something like a drawing on a wall, you dont feel heat, so you could walk through a volcano. So yeah it's actually pretty cool." Mors said</s> <\|message\|>Nadia Nut "That's pretty cool" she smiled at the girl. "How does it feel when you walk through stuff? Like does it tickle or it feels nothing when you do walk through it?" She continued, curiously b</s> <\|message\|>Kat Winters Kat giggle and smile at him. "That is true it will be noisy" she giggle and pick her bags up and nodded. "Ya I would love for you to join me" she smile at him with a flirty smile.</s> <\|message\|>Michael Len Michael saw Kat's smile and nodded. "Okay then, let's look for the dorms!" He said, motioning for her to follow and leading her out of the classroom building. He stopped, looking around, and then started walking around once he saw a good place to relax, not really interested in finding the dorms just yet. "I just realized, I haven't introduced myself or asked your name. I'm Michael Len." He said, bowing his head at her.</s> <\|message\|>Kiera Adams "Ah! Well it actually feels pretty weird. Kinda like when you're at the pool and you're on the diving board, then you jump in and you enter the water head first." Kiera said. "I get the chills when I think about it because it defies what they teach you in schools." The blonde gestured to the red brick wall that lined the hallway, "We all know most walls are solid and you normally can't pass through them on your own. That's how they're meant to be at least..." Kiera walked up to the wall and put her hand against it. She stood there for a second before turning translucent and she then stuck her arm into the wall. "But then you have somebody like me, somebody who can bypass these walls...I don't even know how or why I'm able do it. I just know I can." She said, bringing her arm back out of the wall and returning to normal. "I have a lot of questions and I'm hoping I can at least find some answers here. Was I granted these powers from a third party? If so, then why? Why me? Just last year I was just your everyday basic blonde chick who frequented Starbucks...eh well, I still do..." She quickly shook her head and then exclaimed, "well, you know what I mean!" Kiera sighed. "Sorry, I got carried away. I tend to do that sometimes."</s> <\|message\|>Nadia Nut Nadia laughed and smiled at her. "It's alright, I tend to get carried away myself. Anyway, your power looks rather cool! I hope the three of us are in the same class, it would be nice if we were" she said, smiling at the two of them.</s> <\|message\|>Mors Rerum Mors nodded. "Of course, I do hope so...Say, what would you like to do today, as a group seeing as there is no classes today, I figured we should do something fun together at least." Mors suggested. He had something in mind but wanted to see what they would say first.</s>	<\|message\|>Nadia Nut "Hmm, well I was thinking of touring the school, finding all the possible shortcuts there could be" Nadia said, thinking about it. "Then afterwards I was thinking of going to see the dorms. What about you two?"</s>
<\|description\|>Michael Len Going to give this one a try. Age: 16 Appearance: Gift: Gravity manipulation. Michael can manipulate, create or nullify gravity in different locations of his choosing. He uses these invisible "gravity spheres" for many things, such as flight, augmenting or decreasing the weight of objects and even during fights to make his enemies lose their footing or pin them by increasing local gravity many times over. Bio: He was born to a middle class family but his father was killed in a home invasion. After that, his mother worked herself to death, trying to support him and his sick grandparents. He was sent to the academy after the death of his mother and he's been a lone soul without a purpose thus far. Alignment: Middle ground / undecided.</s> <\|message\|>Kiera Adams "Well! That's not too bad of an idea! I just hope we don't run into anyone or anything crazy today, I'm not exactly ready to deal with that yet. I'll go with you though." She paused and then her face brightened up. "Oh, I don't think I introduced myself. I'm Kiera!" She quipped. "And you were Nadia and Smores right? Who names their kid after a campfire snack anyways?" Kiera said, pointing to each of them.</s> <\|message\|>Mors Rerum "Actually its not smores, its Mors meaning Death..Nice to meet you Kiera..Yeah we should tour the school a bit, who knows what "secret" passages there may be." Mors said. He disliked hearing the word family, it was his least favorite word. "We should start by the library."</s> <\|message\|>Nadia Nut "It's nice to meet you Kiera" Nadia smiled at her and she nodded in agreement with Mors. "Alright, let's go there then" she said. "Do you know where it is? Is there a map of the school or something.."</s> <\|message\|>Rika Rika felt the crunch as her boot smashed into the man's face. She didn't have time for this; she was supposed to be going somewhere when this asshole had decided he liked the look of her. She had warned him, but they never listened, not when it was a sixteen-year-old girl talking, so she had kicked him, first in the nuts, then the face. The guy staggered backwards, and Rika, glancing at his watch, growled in frustration, she was gonna be late. Damn, damn, damn, damn. Hurrying out of the alley and down another she ran as fast as she could towards the school. Skidding to a halt and gasping for air, Rika looked up, hearing music drifting on the wind, she grinned, she loved music, following the sound she found a boy sitting on the steps playing a guitar. Plopping down next to him Rika closed her eyes. Letting the sound wash over her.</s> <\|message\|>Kat Winters She nodded and wave her hand to make the fire ball go away but it got bigger. "It not going away" she cried having a panic attack. She back up from him scared to hurt him.</s> <\|message\|>Michael Len Michael frowned, standing on the bench and pointing his hand at her. "Calm down, Kat." He said, loud enough so that she would hear him but in a soothing tone. "Let me get it." He added, turning his hand palm up. He caught the sphere in an gravity field, pulling it away from her, then nullified gravity in and around it when it was about 5 meters in the air. In the nullified gravity the fire behaved strangely, almost like a living being, turning into a perfect sphere before moving like a jellyfish for a couple of seconds before dying out, right as the oxygen ran out in the gravity field Michael had created for it. He smiled and looked back at Kat, jumping down from the bench and towards her. "Are you okay?"</s> <\|message\|>Tyler Walter Tyler was still looking around until he found a library which he loved since books aren't electronics. He enjoyed reading them, he like the horror and thriller kind of books. They seem more interesting than the other boring books that were in there. But he reads those too since there's nothing better to do other than sleeping. He also loved how libraries are always quiet and peaceful so he decided to rest there for now while reading a small book to pass the time.</s> <\|message\|>Kat Winters Kat watch him and step back sat down breathing hard. She panted and close her eyes nodded slowly. "Just need a second" tears fell she held her head between her legs. Then finally look up at him. "I'm sorry. I can't control it and I'm scared of it scared to hurt anyone and I panic and I don't know why I'm here. There gunna kick me out cause somehow someone will catch on fire and it will be my fault and and I'm just scared" she said soflfg tears falling</s> <\|message\|>Michael Len He sighed and shook his head, placing his hand on her shoulder and giving it a soft squeeze. "Don't be silly, you're here to learn how to control your powers. We all are." He said before reaching into his pocket for a handkerchief and giving it to her. "Here you go. Now cheer up, nothing bad happened, and you can just try to learn some of the exercises I was taught. That might help you control your powers." He added, standing up and offering her his hand to help her up.</s> <\|message\|>Kat Winters She smile and took his hand stood. "Thanks your amazing" she brush her pants off and look at him. "I would love to know those excerses but right now I'm starving shall we go to the cafe?" She smile at him</s> <\|message\|>Mors Rerum "I was hoping you guys knew where it was..." Mors said as he began to walk around. He stopped suddenly, he was looking at the map of the school. 'Left, right, right straight..Got it.' Mors looked at the girls giving them a hand signal as to follow him. He summoned some copies of the map using his ability. He gave one to each of them. "Here we are, the least important place in the school. The Library. Honestly, I don't think a library does us any good, well then, shall we go inside?" Mors asked.</s> <\|message\|>Michael Len He smiled at her as well and nodded. "You're welcome. And yeah, I'm starving, too." He said before taking a quick look around, then at her again. "Sooo... where's the cafeteria?" He asked, being completely loss in the school grounds at the moment.</s> <\|message\|>Nadia Nut "Least important place? What makes you say that?" Nadia asked, rather surprised that he said that. She always did love going to the library to read books and to do her research for school projects. They went inside and Nadia looked around, amazed by how big it was.</s> <\|message\|>Kiera Adams The library itself was truly remarkable. There were large shelves stocked with volumes of books and archives of assorted references on various subjects. The vast library had two floors to it, both floors boasting aisles of shelves as far as the eye could see. At the center of the first floor, you could see a circular area populated with tables and chairs and...and large bean bags laid out on the floor around the tables. A lone student was reading at a table, but it appeared as he was on the verge of napping rather than reading the book he held in his hands. @Ancient Amen As they walked in, Kiera made eye contact with a mousy looking brunette female at the check out/check in counter. A second year serving as the librarian's assistant. The librarian herself had her own office located nearby. "Knowledge is power and knowing is half the battle, or at least I think that's how the saying goes. Really, I feel that a library could be used as a weapon, especially this one. I mean, take a look around, it's so huge! I guarantee you that you could find a book on any subject you wanted to. Least important place? Pfft, surely you jest Sir Smores!" Kiera said with sarcasm laced at the end, but it was lighthearted and harmless.</s> <\|message\|>Mors Rerum "Libraries are dangerous, they are the place where you can either find your best friend or your worst enemy. What's the point of a library if you know almost everything, almost." Mors said while reminiscing of his past. He walked in. "I have got to say, this library's structure is perfect, that is the only thing that amuses me." Mors said under his breath.</s> <\|message\|>Nadia Nut "Well, you can't be sure that you know almost everything, I mean, what about the things that happened really long ago?" Nadia said, looking at Mors. "But the knowledge we get here how one person uses it is another matter of course" She said with a smile. She looked around and noticed that not many people were there.</s> <\|message\|>Leo Hendrix From one direction, an expensive lookong car drove up to the gate. Even when she was angry, Auntie always provided the best. Scarlet got out of the car, frowning. Showing her wealthy status was uncomfortable to her, unlike her aunt. She got her tjings and entered the school. She saw someone and asked, "Excuse me, but I'm new here, is there a place I need to sign in or register at or is there someone I need to meet?" From another direction, a ttaxi pulled up to the school. Leo paid the man and got his things, a small grin on his face. He was a bit excited. He walked in the building and looked for someone who appeated to be in charge.</s> <\|message\|>Kat Winters "I'm guessing this way" kat pointed smile and hook arm with his. "Let's go I want a burger and fries I'm so hungry I could eat four and not gain a pound" she grin giggling as they walk in the cafe</s> <\|message\|>Rika Rika's eyes snapped open, she wasn't sure what had woken her but her fighting instincts were so deeply ingrained that the second she was awake she leapt to her feet, ready to lash out at any threat. Glancing round she found there was no threat, none at all. Lowering her hands which had automatically sprung up into a guard, she turned and headed inside, she had thought she was late, but gotten sidetracked as soon as she got there, damn that habit of hers. Her stomach growled, reminding her she had yet to eat today, and so, following her nose, she headed into the cafeteria; hoping there would be some food she could eat.</s> <\|message\|>Mors Rerum Mors found himself thinking. He knew about the battles of Long Ago already. His master participated in them, but he wouldn't tell them that. He looked around at the library, he sighed. "Anyways, I'll be headed towards the cafeteria, I'm hungry, so yeah, Anyways take your time here, if there are any secretive stuff, you could find it here." Mors waved at them and began making his way towards the cafeteria, his long drive here made him hungry. As he arrived at the cafeteria, he walked up to get his food. He got menma, and sat down.</s> <\|message\|>Michael Len Michael smiled, holding her arm closer to himself as she hooked it around his, then walked with her to the cafeteria. Once there they headed to the queue, though he was so distracted that he ended up bumping into another redheaded girl ahead of them. "Oops, sorry about that." He said, turning towards the girl and apologizing.</s> <\|message\|>Rika Rika stumbled, swinging round and bringing up her guard, ready for an attack. But the boy who had knocked into her had, …… apologized? So he wasn't looking for a fight? Rika lowered her hands, "It's okay." She replied. "Ummm……" she started nervously, "I have no idea what I'm doing, …… can you help? Please?" She hated admitting she was weak, or in this case that she was lost on what she was doing, but he looked friendly enough, and the girl next to him, who he'd linked arms with, a pretty girl with long fiery red hair, looked nice as well. @Zeratul2k</s> <\|message\|>Kat Winters @Zeratul2k Kat smile at the girl and put her hand up. "Whoa no fight" she smile friendly held micheal arm. "I'm kat this is micheal. Were gunna get food you want to join us?" She ask softly thinking maybe making friends won't be so bad here.</s> <\|message\|>Leo Hendrix Scarlet looked around until she noticed a white-blonde haired kid, maybe a year or two younger than her also looking lost. She walked up to him. "Hi. New here too?" Leo looked up at the orange-red haired girl with stylish clothes that spoke to him. "Uh, yeah. I'm Leo, Leo Hendrix. You?" He offered his hand hastily. Scarlet shook his hand. "Dane, Scarlet Dane. Would you like to come with me and find out where we're supposed to be?" Leo nodded. "Sure, I'd be happy to, Miss Scarlet." Scarlet snorted. "Please, none of that, I already get enough 'Miss Scarlet' and 'Miss Dane' from my aunt's friends. Just call me Scarlet." "Of course Scarlet," said Leo, and he started walking with his new companion around the school.</s> <\|message\|>Seth Quartz Seth appeared in the front of the school with a lifeless mood flying around him. He noticed to students conversating and walking towards the entrance. He wasn't a fan of that friendly crap....well unless your evil then you might have a chance at being his accomplice. He walked passed both of them bumping into Leo not apologizing and continued in the same direction. He opened the doors and normally walked through the halls. People gave him an odd stare because of how his eyes were pitch black and his pupils were a shinig yellow color. Some students got chills just by looking at him as if he was.....not dressed for the right occasion. Seth fashion on clothes was a couple of centurys old but he didn't care he liked the attire so if any one bad mouth him off they'd better be ready to meet their maker.</s> <\|message\|>Leo Hendrix Leo rubbed the back of his head and glared after the other boy. Who did he think he was? If he wanted, Leo could have shouted after him, or make the ground shake, or make an earthquake or mountain appear from underneath him... but he didn't. He had a better control of his temper and his powers like that. Besides, he didn't want to accidentally hurt Scarlet. He wasn't interested in her, she was too old for him, but she definitely seemed like friend material.</s>	<\|message\|>Michael Len Michael straightened as Rika turned around ready for a fight, relaxing once she realized he wasn't looking for one. "Yeah, sure." He said before Kat mentioned that they were going to get food. He didn't wait for Rika's answer, motioning towards the queue. "Come on, let's get to it, I'm starving!" He said with a grin, looking back at Kat and Rika. He picked out a big sandwich and orange juice, waiting for the girls before picking a table and sitting down.</s>
<\|description\|>Leo Hendrix Age: 15 Appearance: Gift: Geokinesis (earth powers) Bio: Leo is an only child and hugely intelligent, especially good at using technology. He got great grades and was a good kid, but his parents didn't really understand him. When he got his powers, they understood him even less. He has been going away to school to escape that. Good or bad side or in the middle: Good/Middle Name: Scarlet Dane Age: 17 Appearance: Gift: Hyalokinesis (glass powers) Bio: Originally born in Britain, Scarlet's parents died when she was young, leaving her in the care of her aunt. Her aunt is old-fashioned and wants Scarlet to marry well and keep up the reputation and social standing of the Dane family. When Scarlet developed her powers a few years ago, her aunt started sending her away to different schools for the gifted, trying to "fix" her. Scarlet is not interested in maintaining the social standing of the family or hiding or getting rid of her powers like her aunt wants, leading them to have had several fights over the last few years. Good or bad side or in the middle: Good/Middle</s> <\|message\|>Kiera Adams "Well! That's not too bad of an idea! I just hope we don't run into anyone or anything crazy today, I'm not exactly ready to deal with that yet. I'll go with you though." She paused and then her face brightened up. "Oh, I don't think I introduced myself. I'm Kiera!" She quipped. "And you were Nadia and Smores right? Who names their kid after a campfire snack anyways?" Kiera said, pointing to each of them.</s> <\|message\|>Mors Rerum "Actually its not smores, its Mors meaning Death..Nice to meet you Kiera..Yeah we should tour the school a bit, who knows what "secret" passages there may be." Mors said. He disliked hearing the word family, it was his least favorite word. "We should start by the library."</s> <\|message\|>Nadia Nut "It's nice to meet you Kiera" Nadia smiled at her and she nodded in agreement with Mors. "Alright, let's go there then" she said. "Do you know where it is? Is there a map of the school or something.."</s> <\|message\|>Rika Rika felt the crunch as her boot smashed into the man's face. She didn't have time for this; she was supposed to be going somewhere when this asshole had decided he liked the look of her. She had warned him, but they never listened, not when it was a sixteen-year-old girl talking, so she had kicked him, first in the nuts, then the face. The guy staggered backwards, and Rika, glancing at his watch, growled in frustration, she was gonna be late. Damn, damn, damn, damn. Hurrying out of the alley and down another she ran as fast as she could towards the school. Skidding to a halt and gasping for air, Rika looked up, hearing music drifting on the wind, she grinned, she loved music, following the sound she found a boy sitting on the steps playing a guitar. Plopping down next to him Rika closed her eyes. Letting the sound wash over her.</s> <\|message\|>Kat Winters She nodded and wave her hand to make the fire ball go away but it got bigger. "It not going away" she cried having a panic attack. She back up from him scared to hurt him.</s> <\|message\|>Michael Len Michael frowned, standing on the bench and pointing his hand at her. "Calm down, Kat." He said, loud enough so that she would hear him but in a soothing tone. "Let me get it." He added, turning his hand palm up. He caught the sphere in an gravity field, pulling it away from her, then nullified gravity in and around it when it was about 5 meters in the air. In the nullified gravity the fire behaved strangely, almost like a living being, turning into a perfect sphere before moving like a jellyfish for a couple of seconds before dying out, right as the oxygen ran out in the gravity field Michael had created for it. He smiled and looked back at Kat, jumping down from the bench and towards her. "Are you okay?"</s> <\|message\|>Tyler Walter Tyler was still looking around until he found a library which he loved since books aren't electronics. He enjoyed reading them, he like the horror and thriller kind of books. They seem more interesting than the other boring books that were in there. But he reads those too since there's nothing better to do other than sleeping. He also loved how libraries are always quiet and peaceful so he decided to rest there for now while reading a small book to pass the time.</s> <\|message\|>Kat Winters Kat watch him and step back sat down breathing hard. She panted and close her eyes nodded slowly. "Just need a second" tears fell she held her head between her legs. Then finally look up at him. "I'm sorry. I can't control it and I'm scared of it scared to hurt anyone and I panic and I don't know why I'm here. There gunna kick me out cause somehow someone will catch on fire and it will be my fault and and I'm just scared" she said soflfg tears falling</s> <\|message\|>Michael Len He sighed and shook his head, placing his hand on her shoulder and giving it a soft squeeze. "Don't be silly, you're here to learn how to control your powers. We all are." He said before reaching into his pocket for a handkerchief and giving it to her. "Here you go. Now cheer up, nothing bad happened, and you can just try to learn some of the exercises I was taught. That might help you control your powers." He added, standing up and offering her his hand to help her up.</s> <\|message\|>Kat Winters She smile and took his hand stood. "Thanks your amazing" she brush her pants off and look at him. "I would love to know those excerses but right now I'm starving shall we go to the cafe?" She smile at him</s> <\|message\|>Mors Rerum "I was hoping you guys knew where it was..." Mors said as he began to walk around. He stopped suddenly, he was looking at the map of the school. 'Left, right, right straight..Got it.' Mors looked at the girls giving them a hand signal as to follow him. He summoned some copies of the map using his ability. He gave one to each of them. "Here we are, the least important place in the school. The Library. Honestly, I don't think a library does us any good, well then, shall we go inside?" Mors asked.</s> <\|message\|>Michael Len He smiled at her as well and nodded. "You're welcome. And yeah, I'm starving, too." He said before taking a quick look around, then at her again. "Sooo... where's the cafeteria?" He asked, being completely loss in the school grounds at the moment.</s> <\|message\|>Nadia Nut "Least important place? What makes you say that?" Nadia asked, rather surprised that he said that. She always did love going to the library to read books and to do her research for school projects. They went inside and Nadia looked around, amazed by how big it was.</s> <\|message\|>Kiera Adams The library itself was truly remarkable. There were large shelves stocked with volumes of books and archives of assorted references on various subjects. The vast library had two floors to it, both floors boasting aisles of shelves as far as the eye could see. At the center of the first floor, you could see a circular area populated with tables and chairs and...and large bean bags laid out on the floor around the tables. A lone student was reading at a table, but it appeared as he was on the verge of napping rather than reading the book he held in his hands. @Ancient Amen As they walked in, Kiera made eye contact with a mousy looking brunette female at the check out/check in counter. A second year serving as the librarian's assistant. The librarian herself had her own office located nearby. "Knowledge is power and knowing is half the battle, or at least I think that's how the saying goes. Really, I feel that a library could be used as a weapon, especially this one. I mean, take a look around, it's so huge! I guarantee you that you could find a book on any subject you wanted to. Least important place? Pfft, surely you jest Sir Smores!" Kiera said with sarcasm laced at the end, but it was lighthearted and harmless.</s> <\|message\|>Mors Rerum "Libraries are dangerous, they are the place where you can either find your best friend or your worst enemy. What's the point of a library if you know almost everything, almost." Mors said while reminiscing of his past. He walked in. "I have got to say, this library's structure is perfect, that is the only thing that amuses me." Mors said under his breath.</s> <\|message\|>Nadia Nut "Well, you can't be sure that you know almost everything, I mean, what about the things that happened really long ago?" Nadia said, looking at Mors. "But the knowledge we get here how one person uses it is another matter of course" She said with a smile. She looked around and noticed that not many people were there.</s> <\|message\|>Leo Hendrix From one direction, an expensive lookong car drove up to the gate. Even when she was angry, Auntie always provided the best. Scarlet got out of the car, frowning. Showing her wealthy status was uncomfortable to her, unlike her aunt. She got her tjings and entered the school. She saw someone and asked, "Excuse me, but I'm new here, is there a place I need to sign in or register at or is there someone I need to meet?" From another direction, a ttaxi pulled up to the school. Leo paid the man and got his things, a small grin on his face. He was a bit excited. He walked in the building and looked for someone who appeated to be in charge.</s> <\|message\|>Kat Winters "I'm guessing this way" kat pointed smile and hook arm with his. "Let's go I want a burger and fries I'm so hungry I could eat four and not gain a pound" she grin giggling as they walk in the cafe</s> <\|message\|>Rika Rika's eyes snapped open, she wasn't sure what had woken her but her fighting instincts were so deeply ingrained that the second she was awake she leapt to her feet, ready to lash out at any threat. Glancing round she found there was no threat, none at all. Lowering her hands which had automatically sprung up into a guard, she turned and headed inside, she had thought she was late, but gotten sidetracked as soon as she got there, damn that habit of hers. Her stomach growled, reminding her she had yet to eat today, and so, following her nose, she headed into the cafeteria; hoping there would be some food she could eat.</s> <\|message\|>Mors Rerum Mors found himself thinking. He knew about the battles of Long Ago already. His master participated in them, but he wouldn't tell them that. He looked around at the library, he sighed. "Anyways, I'll be headed towards the cafeteria, I'm hungry, so yeah, Anyways take your time here, if there are any secretive stuff, you could find it here." Mors waved at them and began making his way towards the cafeteria, his long drive here made him hungry. As he arrived at the cafeteria, he walked up to get his food. He got menma, and sat down.</s> <\|message\|>Michael Len Michael smiled, holding her arm closer to himself as she hooked it around his, then walked with her to the cafeteria. Once there they headed to the queue, though he was so distracted that he ended up bumping into another redheaded girl ahead of them. "Oops, sorry about that." He said, turning towards the girl and apologizing.</s> <\|message\|>Rika Rika stumbled, swinging round and bringing up her guard, ready for an attack. But the boy who had knocked into her had, …… apologized? So he wasn't looking for a fight? Rika lowered her hands, "It's okay." She replied. "Ummm……" she started nervously, "I have no idea what I'm doing, …… can you help? Please?" She hated admitting she was weak, or in this case that she was lost on what she was doing, but he looked friendly enough, and the girl next to him, who he'd linked arms with, a pretty girl with long fiery red hair, looked nice as well. @Zeratul2k</s> <\|message\|>Kat Winters @Zeratul2k Kat smile at the girl and put her hand up. "Whoa no fight" she smile friendly held micheal arm. "I'm kat this is micheal. Were gunna get food you want to join us?" She ask softly thinking maybe making friends won't be so bad here.</s> <\|message\|>Leo Hendrix Scarlet looked around until she noticed a white-blonde haired kid, maybe a year or two younger than her also looking lost. She walked up to him. "Hi. New here too?" Leo looked up at the orange-red haired girl with stylish clothes that spoke to him. "Uh, yeah. I'm Leo, Leo Hendrix. You?" He offered his hand hastily. Scarlet shook his hand. "Dane, Scarlet Dane. Would you like to come with me and find out where we're supposed to be?" Leo nodded. "Sure, I'd be happy to, Miss Scarlet." Scarlet snorted. "Please, none of that, I already get enough 'Miss Scarlet' and 'Miss Dane' from my aunt's friends. Just call me Scarlet." "Of course Scarlet," said Leo, and he started walking with his new companion around the school.</s> <\|message\|>Seth Quartz Seth appeared in the front of the school with a lifeless mood flying around him. He noticed to students conversating and walking towards the entrance. He wasn't a fan of that friendly crap....well unless your evil then you might have a chance at being his accomplice. He walked passed both of them bumping into Leo not apologizing and continued in the same direction. He opened the doors and normally walked through the halls. People gave him an odd stare because of how his eyes were pitch black and his pupils were a shinig yellow color. Some students got chills just by looking at him as if he was.....not dressed for the right occasion. Seth fashion on clothes was a couple of centurys old but he didn't care he liked the attire so if any one bad mouth him off they'd better be ready to meet their maker.</s>	<\|message\|>Leo Hendrix Leo rubbed the back of his head and glared after the other boy. Who did he think he was? If he wanted, Leo could have shouted after him, or make the ground shake, or make an earthquake or mountain appear from underneath him... but he didn't. He had a better control of his temper and his powers like that. Besides, he didn't want to accidentally hurt Scarlet. He wasn't interested in her, she was too old for him, but she definitely seemed like friend material.</s>
<\|description\|>Devin Coal 17 Appearance Personality Serious and quiet, interested in security and peaceful living. Extremely thorough, responsible, and dependable. Well-developed powers of concentration. Usually interested in supporting and promoting traditions and establishments. Well-organized and hard working, he will work steadily towards identified goals. Can usually accomplish any task once his mind is set on it. Pre-Transport Story During his time in the modern world Devin had a scripted life considering his status. He was the son of the Canadian ambassador to the United States. He played hockey while enjoying other sports and activities. He was successful in his studies and enjoyed a level of popularity. Post-Transport Story Hero Object - Fox Armor Hero Object Personality Logical, original, creative thinker. Can become very excited about theories and ideas. Exceptionally capable and driven to turn theories into clear understandings. Highly value knowledge, competence and logic. Quiet and reserved, hard to get to know well. Individualistic, having no interest in leading or following others. Other * Devin has a love of string instruments. * He has an Ipod that, when healing magic is applied to it can reach a full charge. * He was transported with his digital camera and has been trying to develop its film.</s> <\|message\|>Anthony Abandanato Anthony stood and brushed himself off looking the king in the eye. "Thank you." He said, still sounding somewhat defiant. "Is that the way you're going to treat him? He saved your life." Gaius said, a hint of anger to his voice. Anthony just ignored the voice, which only served to annoy his hero object even more, waving off the hangers on who wanted to get to know the outlaw even more now that he was a free man he strode across the room and looked to the girl and her own hangers on, the voice of her own artifacts being heard as if he was listening to his own "We are not alone all three of them have a object, and are you going to talk to me?" Gaius asked Anthony, who said nothing to him assuring that he was ignoring the object. Finally the noise became to much to bare so he grabbed a plate of food, and left the party wandering into a much more quieter courtyard. He sat thinking about the king and the fact he spared his life, while he was grateful he felt like the king was going to ask something of him that was going to cause trouble and bring nothing but pain. After all he didn't just call them out here to say "Hi" He was going to use them and he knew it, he didn't doubt that he would figure out how and why tonight. He grabbed something from his plate and chewed on it thoughtfully. "What do you think, Gaius?" He asked, finally acknowledging the voice within his object but it seemed to be Gaius' turn to ignore him. With a sigh he looked to the sky as if something would fall from it and give him the answer he was looking for.</s> <\|message\|>Volker "Stargrazer" Prowse Volker frenziedly consumed as many of the refreshments he could, almost as if they would vanish if he stopped devouring them. The swordsman halted when he felt all that he put in his mouth hit his stomach and sensed that if he ate anymore his stomach would rip. Oh well... He was satisfied for now and turned his back on all the food so he could observe his surroundings. As luck would have it, quite a bit of commotion was going on when he did; some man was being dragged across the floor by the guards and placed at the feet of the king. Volker instinctively strode over to see what was the cause of the unrest and discovered that the man that was lugged around was also a hero (and an absolved bandit.) He was curious as to what exactly he did as a bandit but his thoughts of what bandits do were disrupted by the king's talking. My captain has informed me that you all come from the same home. It is understandable that you all have much to catch up on. Volker replayed the sentences in his heads a few moments. He did not want to recall what existed before Alma Terra. Even if he didn't, when he looked over his fellow heroes he saw one frozen in place, his stillness bothered him for whatever reason. He is like a statue... but statues are created to stay still and he wasn't.... Volker impulsively tackled him and the still man was no longer just that. "Wow! Hello?" the 'injured' party said, somewhat surprised. Both him and Volker were on their asses as Kirk looked him over, trying to identify who he was. Volker laughed childishly for a few seconds before facing the person he tackled. Astraeus sighed within its sheath as Volker stood up and offered to help the stranger up. He laughed a bit himself then grabbed his hand and stood up. "Howdy! What's your name stranger?" Volker barely managed to inquire while chuckling. "Name's Kirk! How about you?" he asked while extending his hand out. "Volker Prowse." he eagerly shook his hand with a smile. "Would you like me to introduce myself formally or informally?" "Whichever'll help me keep this smile longer." Kirk grabbed his staff off of his back by the center and pulled it forward, and then slammed the butt on the ground. Volker dully noted the staff's appearance, it was very rusty and atop of it a dragon was engraved. "Ello there, Hero." the small dragon spoke, turning and twisting its head towards Volker. The swordsman was caught a bit off guard by a talking dragon but found it cool nonetheless. "This is Destoc, and I'm one of your ol' classmates from last year. We didn't talk much, but it looks like thats gonna change a bit!" Volker's grin faltered a bit. He did not like to be reminded of what once was and he was unfortunately surrounded by reminders of the boring reality that he used to live in. By the end of Kirk's introduction his smirk resumed its original appearance. "What is it that you did between then and now?" Volker asked, genuinely wondering what it is his fellow heroes did during their year. "What I did? Well, to tell you the truth I honestly didn't do all that much. I ain't some famous rebel, nor as well known as a few of the other heroes might be. In all truth, I was usually too scared most of the time to try anything big. I'm a coward through and through! However, I hate to say it now, but I also have blood on my hands. The blood of scum, but still, I've killed people in the last year." He hesitated for a second, but then resumed speaking. " However, I can say that I don't fully regret any actions I've taken. You? Volker cringed at the thought of killing any other being. "I've spent majority of my time in a small civilization not too far from the city. I studied the stars... I've never actually had to... ya know." "What were they like? Take it they were a peaceful bunch? "Not peaceful, just too ill-equipped to fight." his grin twitched. Did they get into many of em?" He still grinned and merrily replied, "Plenty of them."</s> <\|message\|>Robyn Silverman Rayne doesn't care if she hurt her feelings. He hurt her a long time ago. She peers over his shoulder and sees the rebel, Anthony or whatever, walking off. She says, "Excuse me" before following him out into the night. She follows closely behind him. For some reason, she is infatuated with how he is, how hostile he is. She has never really met anyone like him before. He asks, "What do you think, Gaius?" It is obvious that he is talking to his object, but there is no response. Rayne bravely says, "I think you're hiding from the rest of us." She walks over to him. "You will have to get used to us at some time. I apologize for snapping earlier. It has been a rough couple days."</s> <\|message\|>Hector Faust Giving the crowds his most sincere smile, Faust let out a boisterous laugh as they closed in with their questions for the heroes. He attempted to pay the others little mind, they were reminders of something he didn't want to think about right now. To distract himself, he decided to engage the audience, answering all the questions about his time on Alma Terra with an added theatrical flair. The favored story, and one he told with fervent intensity to draw in his listeners, was the tale of his victory in the Grand Arena of Thirdain. Entering as an anonymous foreigner one year ago, he had risen to claim the championship and the prize money. In one round of the tournament he had even bested four men at once, incapacitating the final opponent on foot after he was unhorsed. The nobles applauded. They had of course heard the tail on the wind, but coming from Faust's own mouth made it all the better. He had a knack for dramatic presentation to match a bard, and bedecked in his silvery armor it was difficult for the nobles to doubt his competence. Among all of the heroes present, they were hard pressed to find anyone who looked so blatantly…heroic. After his tail was done, he stepped closer to the king to escape prying ears. "Your majesty, something troubles you, yes? I would share whatever burden rests upon your shoulders, if I may," he whispered, seeking to discover the reason they had all been called hear while ingratiating himself to the king at the same time.</s> <\|message\|>Devin Coal The party continued to rage long into the evening as the King politely told Faust that the weight of responsibility was his and his alone to bear. Plenty of social customs were seen including drunkenness, dancing, story telling, and singing. Finally things quickly started to die down as it was announced the King was going to retire. He gave a final thank you to the heroes in attendance and told them that servants would be happy to escort them to their sleeping chambers for the night. As the party had gone on longer then planned the grand meeting of heroes was being pushed back to tomorrow. As the King left he was informed that his captain had returned and quickly rushed from the room to meet his trusted aid and guard. When he entered the throne room he saw his captain standing with two guards behind him. They all bowed and then rose after being commanded to by the King. "What news do you have from Alkarts?" He asked quickly. He held his breath as he waited for a reply. "My King the city is gone..." The Captain said. "When we arrived there was... no one. The town is there, but its inhabitants are completely gone. No trace, body, or tracks to be found. It is indeed the same as before..." The Captain seemed angry and above all somewhat uncontrolled in his anger. Still no one backed away or seemed phased including the King. "You continue to blame yourself for something that is not your fault. Devin, you have fought for me and protected this kingdom for almost 9 months now. Your talents, skills, and cunning have saved countless lives. Even now many of your friends who were brought here with you owe their lives to you. What happened those many months ago can not weigh you down forever. You strive to correct the errors we together made. That is enough to rest your head of these worries and emotions." The king then stood from his seat and walked to the door. "You will meet them tomorrow. There we will share them the full scope of what this world is turning into as well as what plagues it. You are relieved of your duties as Captain of the Royal Guard effective immediately. Your position as hero will be reinstated along with that of the other heroes tomorrow at the public ceremony." With that the King excused himself and Devin was left gripping his fist in worry and fear.</s> <\|message\|>Anthony Abandanato For the briefest of moments, he felt alone. As if he was cast back into this world all over again, the only person he had for a long time was Gaius, but then he had also ignored Gaius who had been just alone as Anthony. He was about to say something when he heard a voice behind him, he tensed and reached for his sword but stopped when he saw who it was and let his hand fall to his side. "Hmm this night can get worse." He said quite rudely, but he seemed to scoot to the side so his new companion could have a seat, he looked to the setting sun and chuckled. "It's not so different from home. Sun sets, and rises with out without us." He said. He kept silent for a moment, and then he looked to his companion. "Do you ever think about home? Or are you like the others and choose to forget about it, because you have it so much better here?" He asked. And looked to the girl, not that he could remember her name it had been so long, but he didn't doubt she would introduce herself and brag about her accomplishments anyways, so he didn't need to ask for it.</s>	<\|message\|>Devin Coal As dawn struck the capitals walls the early risers began to stir from their beds. Servants, farmers, inn keepers, and former Captains of the Guards. He woke not out of nerves or stress, but out of habit. For the better part of the past five months he had always woken up with the sun. It was normal now and even if he didn't have to oversee the changing of the guard it put him at ease when he saw it go off in perfect rhythm. As the guards being replaced began to march past the gate where Devin stood they stopped and their lieutenant walked over. The officer gave a formal salute to Devin and then wished him a good morning. "You don't need to salute anymore Thane." Devin said with a sheepish lull. "If it hasn't made the rounds I was forced to take on the title of Hero. I am no longer your Captain." Thane frowned at this news. "I am well aware of your new position Captain, but that has nothing to do with you being my Captain." The matter of fact voice he used hit a cord within Devin who smiled and stood up straight. He saluted both the Lieutenant and his guardsmen. The garnered a smile and moral rousing from the group who excitedly started to talk about how they were the comrade of a hero. After the change was complete Devin went to the observatory where the King had decided to hold the first formal meeting of heroes. Devin was plenty early so when he reached the top floor of the tower using its magic elevator he found himself alone. He was unsure if the King was going to arrive at the start, but had been instructed to explain the situation once everyone had arrived. Devin shifted uncomfortably in the large room. He had no idea what to expect from the other heroes. He had learned many things over the past year and had even checked on them himself. What he fought now was a possible divider within the group. He rubbed his hands which would at times be covered by the gauntlets which were his hero objects. He had no reason to wear them as he saw no need for a fight. If it did come to that for any reason he was confident. Any resistance could and would be struck down swiftly. The time of the heroes acting selfish was at an end...</s>
<\|description\|>Hector Faust Hector is 5'11" tall and has long, dark hair which reaches his shoulders. Although he often went to the gym with a friend, when he was on earth he lived a very sedentary lifestyle and didn't control his diet. He was overweight and had poor posture, but since coming to Alma Terra he has burned off his fat and quickly built muscle, straightening his spine and giving him a commanding presence, albeit not a graceful one. He is now only 195lbs, much of it muscle. Age: 17 Pre-Transport Story: Most of Hector's peers considered him intelligent, in fact they would be surprised to know that he was an underachiever in high school, only doing the bare minimum to pass. He was born into a normal American household, but it didn't stay that way for long. His family had its problems and his parents split up. Hero Object: The Lightning Rod, as seen in the above image.</s> <\|message\|>Nolan Nolan dismounted his horse and flipped a coin to the stable boy his sword resting easily at his belt and the bow slung over his shoulder lay there giving off the impression of someone well experienced in its use, he wasn't sure why the king wanted wielders of the Hero Objects to arrive but no doubt they were needed for something important. "Idiot, he just wants my power for himself." his artifact whispered scornfully. "There's no reason to think that, you're so suspicious." Nolan mentally whispered back unsurprised once again in his artifacts utter lack of faith in humanity and cynical nature. As he walked up to the castle he saw some drunkard being dragged away by a guard and shook his head. Sometimes he was more inclined to listen to Loden than not. Nolan found another less per-occupied guard and asked him to lead on to the castle and after a short explanation of who he was, which really was unnecessary, the way Nolan dressed was rather distinctive, the guard lead the way to the castle. On his way there he considered how drastically his life how changed, and yet in some ways not at all. After all he was still fighting for his team, just here it was to the death and the tools for the sport were rather different. On second thought that was a horrible analogy, oh well there was a reason he had been a C student in school. Once again he reflected on the different views this world had brought him, a year ago he would've been worried about the high school exit exam, now he was worried who would try to kill him next.</s> <\|message\|>Volker "Stargrazer" Prowse "Shut up already..." Volker was incredibly tired of his blade's negative shit and sheathed it causing Astraeus' speech to be muffled. "That is much better!" he exclaimed as his smile widened. Despite his sword being his only constant companion, he could only handle so much of its gloom before he was influenced by it. Astraeus' ceased trying to speak, realizing he would not be heard while Volker looked through his pockets and managed to find a bag he would place his berries in. He took it out of his pocket and looked inside to find the realization that he had no food at all. He still grinned, he wouldn't let hunger get him down! He gripped his sword by its handle and strode out of his shelter when Astraeus repeatedly flickered its white light. The blade peeked out of its sheath and caught its wielders attention. "What is it?" he asked. "Considering your reaction I'm going to assume that you did not just sense that." "Sense what?" Volker was curious now. He held his blade close to his face and openly expressed his eagerness to know with his grin that somehow got even wider, this time to the point of being uncanny. "The Horn... I'm going to need you to move in the directions I tell you." The wielder had faith in his blade and quickly grabbed his things before treading to wherever Astraeus wanted him to go. ◆◆◆ His clothes were even dirtier and ripped from moving through the forest as hastily as he did. He examined his body to see if anything grazed him while he was running. Dammit, my clothes are somehow more of a wreck than they were before... Oh well! Volker studied the city from the outside and he was simply slack-jawed. On the outside of the gates he could easily see the guards and even some of the people entering and exiting the city. The guards Volker could see seemed incredibly serious, none of them expressing any kind of emotion. "Now what?" "Calmly approach one of the guards and show me to them. They'll deliver you to the king an-" Volker stopped listening after the sword said guards. I'll cheer them up. He was now dashing towards one of the inexpressive guards and leaping at him. Caught off-guard, the guard fell onto the ground after Volker playfully tackled him. Within seconds, a few of the surrounding guards snatched Volker off and took Astraeus out of his possession. "... All of you need to lighten up." After hearing his master say this, Astraeus started to glow white. Many of the guards shook their heads and one managed a chuckle before they realized that a sword glowing and being capable of communicating with its master is not too normal. The guard he tackled placed Astraeus back in its sheath and helped Volker up. "Follow me. The King is expecting you."</s> <\|message\|>Devin Coal Time: Early Evening Reports had started to be received regarding the Heroes being found and brought to the castle. They were instructed to prepare for an audience with the king over a formal banquet. At such times they would be invited to join in the first Meeting of Heroes. At the castle each Hero was well received with a giant bedroom and the offering of a massive bath in the company of assistants and entertainment. Those that were found or arrived later in the day were brought straight to the banquet which was already starting. The banquet hall housed nearly one hundred. Mostly land owners in the surrounding areas but every corner of the Kingdom of Man was represented. With extravagant jewel and clothes each seemed to be trying to put their best image forward for the arrival of the heroes. Finally a loud trumpet marked the arrival of the King. Who after entering took advantage of the bows and silence. "Welcome lords and ladies to a most auspicious occasion. We have waited and our resolve has been answered. I give you...." With a sweeping motion every door at the north end of the hall opened and from each door a hero emerged. "Mans strength. Our Heroes!" The whole hall erupted in applause and cheers as the music started to play and the heroes entered the party.</s> <\|message\|>Robyn Silverman Robyn noticed a guard escort ahead of her and she quietly snuck up behind it. She proceeded to follow the escort to the castle, where she is halted by more guards. "No one enters but heroes and royalty" the guard claimed and Robyn looked up at him. Quickly, she drew her two swords from behind her back, gripping the hilts together. She showed them to the guard and the swords murmured to her. She cringed slightly, ignoring the voices as much as she can, for they spoke to her of murder. The guard's eyes got wide and he called an escort for her. She smiles and tucks the swords back into her sheaths. The escorts lead her into the castle, leading her straight to her bedroom. Once the guard escort leaves, the maids in the rooms undressed her and took her to the bath. She is washed and scrubbed furiously, getting rid of every evidence of being in the forest. She hated most of it but once she got out, she noticed a big difference in her appearance. She stared in the mirror as her red locks flowed midway down her back. She twisted and the light from the windows reflected off her hair, making it look like fire. The maids did not speak to her at all. Merely, they sat her down in front of a mirror and began yanking at her hair with brushes. One maid worked on her face and the other braided her hair in a fishtail style, going over her shoulder and reaching down to just above her rib cage. Once they were done prepping her, they took her to the closet and showed her the styles of wardrobe she had. She noticed the silks and soft dresses and she rolled her eyes. She walked over to it and pushed back the dresses, reaching for a black combat suit that looked very interesting to her. The maids exchanged looks but neither of them argued with her choice. She then kicked them out of her room and proceeded to dress herself, pulling on the tight black pants and the tight black vest with a low V neck. She pulled on some hunting boots she found in the very back of the wardrobe and pulled her sheaths onto her back. Her flaming red hair stands on on her collar bone and the guards then call for her. She looked at them and they explain that it is time for the banquet. She took a deep breath. Be brave, my hero, that katanas whispered to her. For that is what you are. Brave She was guided to a door at the end of the hallway and she noticed a few others standing there. A man on the inside with a loud voice spoke extravagantly and suddenly, the door in front of her swung open. She took another deep breath and thought Show time. before she stepped through the door and into the party.</s> <\|message\|>Nolan Nolan dismissed the servants from the bathing area. He hadn't had anyone help him bathe since he was 5 and he wasn't going to start again now. After a brief and vigorous scrubbing he quickly clothed himself in his normal clothing, the fancy suit that lay on the chair made what the castle though he should wear obvious, but Nolan had no intention of dressing up for anyone. He quickly combed his hair and donned his cloak and mask then headed to the hallway. He stood their nervously and his cloak hissed at him, "Don't eat or drink anything its poison." Nolan sighed and shook his head, surely the king wouldn't call them all her to poison them... right? Nolan frowned, Loden was getting to him, he wasn't normally this suspicious. As they were announced he heard the whispering of, something else but he couldn't make out what it said, he assumed Loden was messing with him and ignored the voices and stepped out into the party. He saw another women dressed in a daring black suit step out in front of him, something about her was... familiar. Probably just his mind playing tricks on him, he adjusted his sword uneasily, he had brought it simply out of habit but now it seemed rather out of place. He quickly stepped through the crowd as they parted before him to the food table, he didn't really want to talk to anyone here so he might as well get some grub. After filling up a plate with food he sat at a table, raised his mask and carefully began eating with surprising sophistication, normally he would've just chowed down but he didn't want to leave a bad impression.</s>	<\|message\|>Hector Faust The hot water eased the tension in Faust's muscles as he lowered himself into the overly large bath, cracking his neck and letting out a relaxed sigh as the water reached his shoulders. He had dismissed the attendants and entertainment before disrobing, which was apparently uncharacteristic since some of them had appeared legitimately offended. Although he did not mind flaunting his newly acquired physical prowess on certain occasions, a year in Alma Terra had done little to dampen the modesty he had been taught on Earth. For this upcoming event he decided that a moment of solitude, shared only with Rod, would be the most beneficial course of action. There were important things for the two to discuss, and many plans to lay. This would be his first impression on the King, and the lords of the capital, so he would need to be at his best to gain their favor and the favor of the other heroes. Yes, and once you have proven yourself you will be poised at the King's ear. An apt place for the two of us, an apt place indeed. Rod whispered. "Christ, there's no need to sound so ominous, Rod, we fight for the good of mankind," he replied, applying soap to his unruly helmet-hair. You mention this name, Christ, as curse quite often. Was he such a tyrant to earn this ill repute? "No, I suppose not. My land is simply a place characterized by irreverence, the pious actually call him their savior…now that I'm here in a world of magic, I wonder if he was?" The question was rhetorical, so Rod remained silent for a moment before returning to their original topic. Already your name has spread from Thirdain to Amaltas, and monuments rise in your honor. It will not be long before you have become the savior of mankind, if you remember patience and caution. "Speaking plainly, as usual, but first we must deal with matters at hand. What has the King summoned us all here for? The realms we have risen to protect are left undefended while we attend a banquet," Faust paused, his brow furrowing. "I cannot imagine he his name would be so respected if he were a man of whimsy, so there must be a dire need for our presence. The sooner we figure out what that is, the better prepared we will be." Indeed. Rod whispered. At The Banquet Hall Once again striking a heroic pose, Faust stood on the other side of the central door and awaited its opening, as instructed. He hadn't needed the clothing that had been provided for him, all of his finest attire had been aboard the wagons he had brought. So rather than the silken trappings of the nobility, he wore a suit of dazzling ceremonial armor, which was plated in silver, and sported a bejeweled gorget studded with sapphires. Belted on his left was a ceremonial, but functional, sword in a gilded scabbard with a jeweled pommel and fine leather wrappings on its hilt. Rod hung from the other side of his belt, appearing inconspicuous and austere in comparison to the sword. Just as he intended. Finally, he heard a muffled voice on the other side of his door. It's about to begin, he and Rod thought simultaneously. "Welcome lords and ladies to a most auspicious occasion. We have waited and our resolve has been answered. I give you...." The door in front of him swung open and he stepped forward into the banquet hall with dignified grace. "Mans strength. Our Heroes!" The applause was everything he had hoped it would be, he smiled and raised a hand to wave at the most influential and wealthy men in a kingdom. He also took a moment to see the other heroes after which he concluded that they were a strange bunch. While some passed through the crowd without delay, Faust entered the mix with a charming smile. He shook hands, patted backs and shared a few words of encouragement and humor with the nobles he walked through, leaving a trail of nodding heads and laughter in his wake. When he made it through the nobles he found himself before the King. "Your majesty, I am humbled by your invitation and honored to be in your presence," his shining armor clanked noisily as he knelt before the King, placing his left fist against the floor beneath and resting his right hand on his knee.</s>
<\|description\|>Hector Faust Hector is 5'11" tall and has long, dark hair which reaches his shoulders. Although he often went to the gym with a friend, when he was on earth he lived a very sedentary lifestyle and didn't control his diet. He was overweight and had poor posture, but since coming to Alma Terra he has burned off his fat and quickly built muscle, straightening his spine and giving him a commanding presence, albeit not a graceful one. He is now only 195lbs, much of it muscle. Age: 17 Pre-Transport Story: Most of Hector's peers considered him intelligent, in fact they would be surprised to know that he was an underachiever in high school, only doing the bare minimum to pass. He was born into a normal American household, but it didn't stay that way for long. His family had its problems and his parents split up. Hero Object: The Lightning Rod, as seen in the above image.</s> <\|message\|>Anthony Abandanato Earlier that day, Outside of the capital Just off of the main road, hidden away in a small copse of trees were a group of men and women watching the gate. "Are you sure you have to do this Anthony?" One of the rebels said, her accent and the way she pronounced his name making it sound like 'Antony' "I'm positive, and if i don't go Gaius will call me a dishonorable coward." He said. "All of this skulking around is dishonorable, but we shall never refuse a summon when the horn calls we come. And perhaps we can find a peaceful end to our conflict." Gaius said, seemingly speaking from everywhere and nowhere all at once. "Well i don't know the man, but he can't be good if he let his land fall into this state, and let people outside the walls die." "Perhaps he does not have enough men to fight." "You and I both know that is not the problem, and besides from what little memories you have you've beat back entire armies with less." "Did i? I can't seem to recall." Anthony just shook his head, and adjusted his gear waiting for a way to enter the city, and it came in the form of a retinue of men lead by someone in heavy armor, even from where they sat they could hear him as he addressed the guards acting very much like a king, but to Anthony he was just another loud mouthed fool peacocking for his gathered men. But then the man pulled out a rod and a single bolt of lightning came down and struck it. Startling the guards and the horses of his men, Anthony took back what he thought about the man peacocking whoever he was had a hero object and the power to back it up. "Go now, under the carts." Gaius urged him, but he did not require it before he knew it, he was moving as quickly and as silently as he could taking advantage of the momentary chaos caused by the bolt. He managed to get under one of the supply wagons, and hang onto the bottom of it. When the wagons were a good distance away he let go dropping into the street getting his green cloak all muddy not that anyone would notice seeing as the cloak was all dirt, mud, and field patched anyways. With the caravan firmly out of sight, he disappeared into the crowds of the city. Later that day, the palace Anthony didn't linger for very long, instead going straight to the palace and scouting it out. He waited for what felt like ages for the right moment but in reality it was only a few hours. He resigned himself to entering through the front door, approaching the guards they looked at him curiously. "You look familiar." One of them said, and reached for his sword. "I left the party for some fresh air, perhaps you saw me enter?" "No, I could of sworn i saw your face on one of the wanted posters." "You must be mistaken." "I'm not mistaken, you're that rebel!" "Whatever you do don't fight them." The guards grabbed Anthony by the collar and pulled him to the ground. "Nice, try traitor." The other said and dragged him into the palace. The nobles turned their gazes to the guards dragging in this scruffy rebel by the collar of his tunic, they slammed him to the ground in front of the king. "This rebel was trying to sneak in through the front gate M'lord." And with a bow and a swift kick to the ribs to a fallen Anthony the guards left the room. "You didn't fight them I'm very proud of you Anthony." Gaius said, "Tell that to my ribs." He said aloud, and looked to the king. "You going to have my head right here, or you going to have the courtesy to offer a chair to a guest?" He said, staring the king right in the eye from the floor unflinching even with the dull pain in his ribs.</s> <\|message\|>Nolan Nolan frowned as the guards brought in someone they refereed to as a rebel and shoved him before the king. Frankly he was surprised that he hadn't received the same treatment, he had been under the impression that killing nobles tended to do that. Apparently no one liked the ones he killed any more than the mistreated peasants they ruled over. Or they were to scared to do anything about it, he thought cynically. Sighing he polished off what remained off the food on his plate and left ignoring the slob next to him and was about to walk over to the king when he noticed someone waving a staff around and looking incredibly awkward. Sighing he walked over to the nervous person and said, "Come on then, the king will want to see us sooner or later might as well make it now." and then proceeded to do just that, walk over to the king. The other nobles of course parted to make way for him like he was the plague and he heard several whispers of "murderer", and "assassin", he simply ignored them nearly as disdainful as Loden. As he neared the king he respectfully bowed rather than fully kneeling like was no doubt proper, "I would say I hope you don't think of me as to forward but I really don't care, so why exactly are we here?" Loden sniffed haughtily, "Doesn't look like much of a king to me."</s> <\|message\|>Robyn Silverman Robyn stays toward the back of the banquet, leaning up against the wall. Dressed in her dark clothing, she had hoped that no one would notice her, but she has already had multiple walk up to her and congratulate her. As they come and go, the swords whisper to her and she cringes, not wanting to give into their blood lust. She does not understand why they call them Heroic Objects, when these swords at anything but. She stares at her boots when suddenly there's a commotion across the hall. Her head flies up and she sees a young man being dragged by guards into the banquet. They throw him at the feet of the king and she lurches of the wall, looking toward them. The man looks faintly familiar, but she does not know where from. The man makes the comment and Robyn bristles angrily. She stalks over to them. "You may want to show a little more respect, sir," she says angrily. "This man could end your life and I can already see in your eyes that you do not want to die." Her fingers itch to go to her swords, but she steadies herself. She then realizes what she has done and turns to the king, bowing before him. She kneels to one knee, placing her fist on the floor. "I am sorry, Lord King. I must have lost my head." You cannot lose your head, for I am always in it. Yūkan'na, her katanas, whisper to her. She swallows hard and ignores them.</s> <\|message\|>Devin Coal After the Heroes made their entrance several were immediately trapped by eager ladies in waiting and barons hoping a friend of the Hero might earn them a place higher up in the food chain of politics. The food and drink were distributed liberally with plenty of both for the crowd. One hero made his way to the king and gave a formal voice of thanks. This seemed to please the king who smiled. "It is I who should thank you young Hero. Please a savior need not kneel. It is us who are in your debt." The voice betrayed the Kings appearance which was one of an older man. Instead his voice, like the hero object he possessed, rang out loud and powerful even echoing some as those around him drew quiet. The reason for silence seemed to multiply after a group of guards pulled a young man forward. The face now recognized by many as the one on the wanted posters. The mans name was unknown and he was simply known as a bandit. Since his attacks on caravans both traders and the kings own he had been getting more and more recognition. When the man is thrown in front of the King he turned to the bandit and frowned. "It would seem we have lost our manners when hosting this hero..." His voice was low and threatening to the guards. They quickly started to defend their actions pulling out a poster, but were quickly silenced by a wave of the Kings hands. "I pardon all acts against my seal this man has committed." There was no murmur from the guards. Instead silent nodding. The King then walked over and pulled the young man up onto his feet. "It would be wise to learn you are not back home playing a protagonists journey. Learn to adapt instead of create more chaos. Not knowing the larger picture can make you the bringer of disaster." This was said in a high whisper. The mood was now dapper and the King quickly signaled for the band to play bringing life back to the party. "My captain has informed me that you all come from the same home. It is understandable that you all have much to catch up on. I too would like to hear of how you came to be chosen as a hero." The King was again standing with his strong voice and aged body. Still his eyes seemed to twinkle like that of a boy in a candy store.</s> <\|message\|>Sean Evans Sean Evans, Outside the Capital The Lord of the realm assigned twenty men to accompany Sean on his summons to the capital. They traveled on horseback under the cloud covered sky. Perhaps we should move quicker… The daylight is all but gone for this day, the moon is coming round - wouldn't you agree?, Sean heard the voice of the nameless ring insert itself into his thoughts. "I wouldn't want to tire the men by having them move faster. We have already been traveling since noon." We are likely to be late, many have already arrived. Sean was a suspicious as to how the ring knew such a thing, but he figured he wouldn't bother with it, the ring was likely to give it's usual reply - 'I do not know what you are talking about.' - the ignore all future mention of it. After many hours the gates to the capital were in sight. Ah, the capital. It has been many moons. The ring seemed to be reminiscing. The clopping of hooves echoed as they made the transition from gravel to cobblestone roads. The moon was high in the sky by this point and the clouds seemed to not have moved at all. We are most certainly late. The ring maintained its calm demeanor. We must find ourselves an audience with the king - there is likely a gathering of the heroes. The clopping of hooves suddenly ceased. We must have arrived. The ring seemed to be relatively satisfied. "Captain Heinsworth. Why have we stopped?" Sean road to the front of the guard. "They're approaching us, my lord." Heinsworth steadied his steed. "Who are you?" One of the three guards, who were approaching, called to Sean and his guard. "We are the honor guard from Rathe, escorting the bearer of a Hero Object." Heinsworth called back. The city guards were close enough to see by this point. They carried torches and one a banner. At the mention of the phrase 'Hero Object' they turned and began discussion silently. They turned back, "May we see the Hero Object for confirmation?" "Of course!" Sean rose his staff so they may see it and the glowing stone atop of it. A glowing, blue, mocking bird fluttered about for a few seconds. "My lord, please come this way - the king is expecting you. At the Banquet Hall Sean had arrived later than the rest and so, hadn't had a chance to make his way to his room - he was given a chance to change his garments to a more formal attire. He was then positioned behind a door, staff in hand, leading to the banquet hall. The other object bearers will be behind other doors. "That would make sense." Sean realized something the other day, but hadn't brought it up yet. "When you told me that I was destined to be here, you refused to elaborate... Is this it then?" The voice remained silent. After a while, it spoke. When you get out, try to make the king's acquaintance. The ring had ignored him, it was as he had expected it to happen. He could hear a muffled voice from the other side of the door. It then opened and the king, himself, introduced all of the object bearers. Sean stepped through the door and joined the party.</s> <\|message\|>Nolan Nolan's brow furrowed in response to the king's words. They had all come from the same place? Then someone else must have vanished from that field trip, he turned to examine the black-suited women more closely, it was clear now. The year spent in this world had changed her but now he could see that if she came from the same place as him she must be Robyn Silverman, the super-smart girl who was always reading. And the only girl he had a crush on but was to embarrassed to ask on a date. Loden hissed angrily, "This is no time for your wasteful emotions to occur!" Nolan colored slightly but it quickly went away and he hissed back "Shut up, this is no time for your spiteful and suspicious words either," Nolan sensed a sulky silence from Loden but refused to say anything else, luckily as far as he knew no one could hear Loden but him. Although he was positive that the women was Robyn he still had to make sure so he asked her, "Would you perhaps be Robyn Silvermna?" he asked somewhat nervously. He wasn't sure whether he wanted the answer to be yes or no and he didn't know how he would respond anyway.</s>	<\|message\|>Hector Faust "It is I who should thank you young Hero. Please a savior need not kneel. It is us who are in your debt." Just as he had hoped, the King was a humble and wise man, everything Faust had imagined him to be. Clearly, he would listen to reason when it was presented. Before he could reply to the King's gracious gesture, there was a disturbance. All eyes turned away from Faust and to the guards as they dragged a criminal before the King, hurling him to the floor unceremoniously and delivering a crude amount of abuse before the assembled nobles. He used the commotion as an opportunity to rise to his feet. He possesses an object, Rod whispered, by way of warning. Despite that, Faust placed a hand on the hilt of his blade, ready to wipe the insolence from the other hero's face, but the King was quicker in offering mercy and kindness. As was to be expected of so noble a ruler, although even he thought that pardoning the criminal was taking it a step too far. "My captain has informed me that you all come from the same home. It is understandable that you all have much to catch up on. I too would like to hear of how you came to be chosen as a hero." The King stated, as the mood of the banquet hall returned to normal. "Your Majesty, who is this captain you refer to and how does he come by knowledge, if I may be so bold?" Faust queried, showing a hint of nervousness before continuing. "I, Faust the Thunderous, was born into this world but one year ago. I know little of anything that may have occurred before that, nor will I let it have any bearing on my actions."</s>
<\|description\|>Hector Faust Hector is 5'11" tall and has long, dark hair which reaches his shoulders. Although he often went to the gym with a friend, when he was on earth he lived a very sedentary lifestyle and didn't control his diet. He was overweight and had poor posture, but since coming to Alma Terra he has burned off his fat and quickly built muscle, straightening his spine and giving him a commanding presence, albeit not a graceful one. He is now only 195lbs, much of it muscle. Age: 17 Pre-Transport Story: Most of Hector's peers considered him intelligent, in fact they would be surprised to know that he was an underachiever in high school, only doing the bare minimum to pass. He was born into a normal American household, but it didn't stay that way for long. His family had its problems and his parents split up. Hero Object: The Lightning Rod, as seen in the above image.</s> <\|message\|>Anthony Abandanato Anthony stood and brushed himself off looking the king in the eye. "Thank you." He said, still sounding somewhat defiant. "Is that the way you're going to treat him? He saved your life." Gaius said, a hint of anger to his voice. Anthony just ignored the voice, which only served to annoy his hero object even more, waving off the hangers on who wanted to get to know the outlaw even more now that he was a free man he strode across the room and looked to the girl and her own hangers on, the voice of her own artifacts being heard as if he was listening to his own "We are not alone all three of them have a object, and are you going to talk to me?" Gaius asked Anthony, who said nothing to him assuring that he was ignoring the object. Finally the noise became to much to bare so he grabbed a plate of food, and left the party wandering into a much more quieter courtyard. He sat thinking about the king and the fact he spared his life, while he was grateful he felt like the king was going to ask something of him that was going to cause trouble and bring nothing but pain. After all he didn't just call them out here to say "Hi" He was going to use them and he knew it, he didn't doubt that he would figure out how and why tonight. He grabbed something from his plate and chewed on it thoughtfully. "What do you think, Gaius?" He asked, finally acknowledging the voice within his object but it seemed to be Gaius' turn to ignore him. With a sigh he looked to the sky as if something would fall from it and give him the answer he was looking for.</s> <\|message\|>Volker "Stargrazer" Prowse Volker frenziedly consumed as many of the refreshments he could, almost as if they would vanish if he stopped devouring them. The swordsman halted when he felt all that he put in his mouth hit his stomach and sensed that if he ate anymore his stomach would rip. Oh well... He was satisfied for now and turned his back on all the food so he could observe his surroundings. As luck would have it, quite a bit of commotion was going on when he did; some man was being dragged across the floor by the guards and placed at the feet of the king. Volker instinctively strode over to see what was the cause of the unrest and discovered that the man that was lugged around was also a hero (and an absolved bandit.) He was curious as to what exactly he did as a bandit but his thoughts of what bandits do were disrupted by the king's talking. My captain has informed me that you all come from the same home. It is understandable that you all have much to catch up on. Volker replayed the sentences in his heads a few moments. He did not want to recall what existed before Alma Terra. Even if he didn't, when he looked over his fellow heroes he saw one frozen in place, his stillness bothered him for whatever reason. He is like a statue... but statues are created to stay still and he wasn't.... Volker impulsively tackled him and the still man was no longer just that. "Wow! Hello?" the 'injured' party said, somewhat surprised. Both him and Volker were on their asses as Kirk looked him over, trying to identify who he was. Volker laughed childishly for a few seconds before facing the person he tackled. Astraeus sighed within its sheath as Volker stood up and offered to help the stranger up. He laughed a bit himself then grabbed his hand and stood up. "Howdy! What's your name stranger?" Volker barely managed to inquire while chuckling. "Name's Kirk! How about you?" he asked while extending his hand out. "Volker Prowse." he eagerly shook his hand with a smile. "Would you like me to introduce myself formally or informally?" "Whichever'll help me keep this smile longer." Kirk grabbed his staff off of his back by the center and pulled it forward, and then slammed the butt on the ground. Volker dully noted the staff's appearance, it was very rusty and atop of it a dragon was engraved. "Ello there, Hero." the small dragon spoke, turning and twisting its head towards Volker. The swordsman was caught a bit off guard by a talking dragon but found it cool nonetheless. "This is Destoc, and I'm one of your ol' classmates from last year. We didn't talk much, but it looks like thats gonna change a bit!" Volker's grin faltered a bit. He did not like to be reminded of what once was and he was unfortunately surrounded by reminders of the boring reality that he used to live in. By the end of Kirk's introduction his smirk resumed its original appearance. "What is it that you did between then and now?" Volker asked, genuinely wondering what it is his fellow heroes did during their year. "What I did? Well, to tell you the truth I honestly didn't do all that much. I ain't some famous rebel, nor as well known as a few of the other heroes might be. In all truth, I was usually too scared most of the time to try anything big. I'm a coward through and through! However, I hate to say it now, but I also have blood on my hands. The blood of scum, but still, I've killed people in the last year." He hesitated for a second, but then resumed speaking. " However, I can say that I don't fully regret any actions I've taken. You? Volker cringed at the thought of killing any other being. "I've spent majority of my time in a small civilization not too far from the city. I studied the stars... I've never actually had to... ya know." "What were they like? Take it they were a peaceful bunch? "Not peaceful, just too ill-equipped to fight." his grin twitched. Did they get into many of em?" He still grinned and merrily replied, "Plenty of them."</s> <\|message\|>Robyn Silverman Rayne doesn't care if she hurt her feelings. He hurt her a long time ago. She peers over his shoulder and sees the rebel, Anthony or whatever, walking off. She says, "Excuse me" before following him out into the night. She follows closely behind him. For some reason, she is infatuated with how he is, how hostile he is. She has never really met anyone like him before. He asks, "What do you think, Gaius?" It is obvious that he is talking to his object, but there is no response. Rayne bravely says, "I think you're hiding from the rest of us." She walks over to him. "You will have to get used to us at some time. I apologize for snapping earlier. It has been a rough couple days."</s> <\|message\|>Hector Faust Giving the crowds his most sincere smile, Faust let out a boisterous laugh as they closed in with their questions for the heroes. He attempted to pay the others little mind, they were reminders of something he didn't want to think about right now. To distract himself, he decided to engage the audience, answering all the questions about his time on Alma Terra with an added theatrical flair. The favored story, and one he told with fervent intensity to draw in his listeners, was the tale of his victory in the Grand Arena of Thirdain. Entering as an anonymous foreigner one year ago, he had risen to claim the championship and the prize money. In one round of the tournament he had even bested four men at once, incapacitating the final opponent on foot after he was unhorsed. The nobles applauded. They had of course heard the tail on the wind, but coming from Faust's own mouth made it all the better. He had a knack for dramatic presentation to match a bard, and bedecked in his silvery armor it was difficult for the nobles to doubt his competence. Among all of the heroes present, they were hard pressed to find anyone who looked so blatantly…heroic. After his tail was done, he stepped closer to the king to escape prying ears. "Your majesty, something troubles you, yes? I would share whatever burden rests upon your shoulders, if I may," he whispered, seeking to discover the reason they had all been called hear while ingratiating himself to the king at the same time.</s> <\|message\|>Devin Coal The party continued to rage long into the evening as the King politely told Faust that the weight of responsibility was his and his alone to bear. Plenty of social customs were seen including drunkenness, dancing, story telling, and singing. Finally things quickly started to die down as it was announced the King was going to retire. He gave a final thank you to the heroes in attendance and told them that servants would be happy to escort them to their sleeping chambers for the night. As the party had gone on longer then planned the grand meeting of heroes was being pushed back to tomorrow. As the King left he was informed that his captain had returned and quickly rushed from the room to meet his trusted aid and guard. When he entered the throne room he saw his captain standing with two guards behind him. They all bowed and then rose after being commanded to by the King. "What news do you have from Alkarts?" He asked quickly. He held his breath as he waited for a reply. "My King the city is gone..." The Captain said. "When we arrived there was... no one. The town is there, but its inhabitants are completely gone. No trace, body, or tracks to be found. It is indeed the same as before..." The Captain seemed angry and above all somewhat uncontrolled in his anger. Still no one backed away or seemed phased including the King. "You continue to blame yourself for something that is not your fault. Devin, you have fought for me and protected this kingdom for almost 9 months now. Your talents, skills, and cunning have saved countless lives. Even now many of your friends who were brought here with you owe their lives to you. What happened those many months ago can not weigh you down forever. You strive to correct the errors we together made. That is enough to rest your head of these worries and emotions." The king then stood from his seat and walked to the door. "You will meet them tomorrow. There we will share them the full scope of what this world is turning into as well as what plagues it. You are relieved of your duties as Captain of the Royal Guard effective immediately. Your position as hero will be reinstated along with that of the other heroes tomorrow at the public ceremony." With that the King excused himself and Devin was left gripping his fist in worry and fear.</s> <\|message\|>Anthony Abandanato For the briefest of moments, he felt alone. As if he was cast back into this world all over again, the only person he had for a long time was Gaius, but then he had also ignored Gaius who had been just alone as Anthony. He was about to say something when he heard a voice behind him, he tensed and reached for his sword but stopped when he saw who it was and let his hand fall to his side. "Hmm this night can get worse." He said quite rudely, but he seemed to scoot to the side so his new companion could have a seat, he looked to the setting sun and chuckled. "It's not so different from home. Sun sets, and rises with out without us." He said. He kept silent for a moment, and then he looked to his companion. "Do you ever think about home? Or are you like the others and choose to forget about it, because you have it so much better here?" He asked. And looked to the girl, not that he could remember her name it had been so long, but he didn't doubt she would introduce herself and brag about her accomplishments anyways, so he didn't need to ask for it.</s> <\|message\|>Devin Coal As dawn struck the capitals walls the early risers began to stir from their beds. Servants, farmers, inn keepers, and former Captains of the Guards. He woke not out of nerves or stress, but out of habit. For the better part of the past five months he had always woken up with the sun. It was normal now and even if he didn't have to oversee the changing of the guard it put him at ease when he saw it go off in perfect rhythm. As the guards being replaced began to march past the gate where Devin stood they stopped and their lieutenant walked over. The officer gave a formal salute to Devin and then wished him a good morning. "You don't need to salute anymore Thane." Devin said with a sheepish lull. "If it hasn't made the rounds I was forced to take on the title of Hero. I am no longer your Captain." Thane frowned at this news. "I am well aware of your new position Captain, but that has nothing to do with you being my Captain." The matter of fact voice he used hit a cord within Devin who smiled and stood up straight. He saluted both the Lieutenant and his guardsmen. The garnered a smile and moral rousing from the group who excitedly started to talk about how they were the comrade of a hero. After the change was complete Devin went to the observatory where the King had decided to hold the first formal meeting of heroes. Devin was plenty early so when he reached the top floor of the tower using its magic elevator he found himself alone. He was unsure if the King was going to arrive at the start, but had been instructed to explain the situation once everyone had arrived. Devin shifted uncomfortably in the large room. He had no idea what to expect from the other heroes. He had learned many things over the past year and had even checked on them himself. What he fought now was a possible divider within the group. He rubbed his hands which would at times be covered by the gauntlets which were his hero objects. He had no reason to wear them as he saw no need for a fight. If it did come to that for any reason he was confident. Any resistance could and would be struck down swiftly. The time of the heroes acting selfish was at an end...</s> <\|message\|>Nolan Nolan woke up lazily, it had been a nice party with good food that led to a better night of rest. He quickly dressed and left his room wondering what exactly they were supposed to do now. He stopped one of the numerous servants that were running around hoping that his reputation wouldn't scare him off, "Excuse me, do you know were the King wants the hero?" he inquired still unsure of why they were here.</s>	<\|message\|>Hector Faust Faust entered the observatory shortly after Devin. Although he had remained awake with the nobles late into the evening, he showed no signs of dishevelment. His hair was neatly combed, and his face was cleanly shaven. He had even traded out his ceremonial armor for the silken coat and breeches of a noble, with knee high, gilded leather boots. At his belt was the same ornate sword from the previous night on one side, and Rod on the other. Good morning, Hero, Rod spoke, addressing Devin as he and his master came to a halt by a large window. Faust stood at attention, hands clasped firmly behind his back as he surveyed the city and awaited the king.</s>
<\|description\|>Nathaniel Albin Age: 16 Nathan sports short light brown hair and is about 160 cm tall. He wears a plain, featureless brown shirt which is slightly darker than his hair and black pants, also plain. He wears his grey sneakers and has hand wraps. Also has his a grey headband that covers his eyes. It has a single eye motif in the middle of it. Currently, he also has a staff and a big backpack for travelling. Before the shift, Nathan was a normal guy. He went to school, played around with his friends, that sort of thing. He had a slightly withdrawn good friend kind of personality at the time. But when he was about 13, he got into a car accident. He emerged relatively unharmed, save for the permanent loss of sight. After this, he noticed that the atmosphere around him turned painfully quiet, and at times, he could hardly tell anyone was there. The loneliness was something he couldn't stand, now that he couldn't see. He decided to change his personality to make everyone smile and talk. He succeeded, and for 2 years of his life, he was fairly happy. He missed his sight, but he learned the pain of loneliness in a world without light and would never wish it on others. Beholder's blindfold: The beholder's blindfold is a dark gray, with an eye design occupying the middle of it. Its personality is somewhat quiet, and frequently says it doesn't have a name, so Nathan calls it Beholdy. Most of the time, it's content to keep quiet, but it whispers words of advice when it needs to. One thing Nathan can say about Beholdy is that its pretty wise and knows a lot of history. It has a kind of mentoring personality, telling Nathan how to fix his mistakes and telling him what things are.</s> <\|message\|>Devin Coal Long before mortals, the lands of Alma Terra was home to immortal beasts and demons. It was in a constant state of flux that would strike fear into any who witnessed it. From this chaos the planet began to fight back. It threw fire and sut and from this fierce attack brought an age of calm to its war torn skin. It was from these ashes that the modern world was built on. From within the energy of these immortal creatures was the building blocks of men, elves, dwarves, orcs, and every other creature that calls Alma Terra home. And while they do not shake the ground as their larger predecessors. Still these smaller beasts do the immortals work. They war, scar, and rape the land under their feet with brutal acts. They build machines who can only kill maim, and torture. Perhaps it is not these mortals faults, perhaps it is because they are the spawn of that which committed the same act. The King of Men looked over his capital city with the look of someone aged by worry. This worry came from the knowledge that had just been delivered to him. Another Hero Object had been found. Normally this was good news; however, this time the object was found with its owner dead. At the hands of an unknown enemy. Someone had begun to hunt down Hero Objects and they had finally claimed another victim. It has been four months since he first learned of the Hero Hunter. Since then he activated his own Hero Object. The Horn of Man it was called. It had the power to be heard by all Hero Objects and call them to the Horns location. Every guard in the city knew to keep a look out for any possessor of a Hero Object. Each was to be treated as a returning General and escorted to the castle that makes the heart of the city. Since he used the horn only one Hero has made it. He called himself Devin. The King had been told to expect several others to arrive today, but it was nearly midday and not a single Hero had arrived. He gave a silent prayer for the Heros swift arrival and safty.</s> <\|message\|>Robyn Silverman The crickets chirp and chitter at her as she walks quietly, low to the ground. Her red hair tucked into a bun, she wanders through the woods, listening to the sounds of the forest. She reaches up and touches her back once again. The sheaths that protected something valuable hums and warms her hand at her touch. She keeps a tight grip on the homemade spear that she has created though from the forest. She walks through, following the guide that she senses in her heart and mind. She reaches the edges of the woods and there, standing before her, is the city that she has been searching for. She drops her spear and looks up at the grand city. She smiles. It reminds her of a city from one of her books. She looks down at herself and knows immediately that she will stand out. She is wearing a white crop top that says "Smile" and white shorts covered with leave and dirt stains. She sighs, wishing for a brief moment that she would've washed her clothing in the river before she came. The stains helped her blend in with the forest though, so it was a good and bad thing that she was dirty. She begins to approach the city, listening to the bustling within its streets. She walks quietly, hoping to blend in, but she knows that she does not. She sees a few people looking at her. She keeps her head down and keeps walking.</s> <\|message\|>Hector Faust Hector Faust, Outside of the Capital The rumble of hooves preceded the first sight of Faust's company, at the city gates the guards had snapped to attention upon hearing them. Ready for friend or foe. From the trees horses emerged, flying a sky blue banner with a white lightning bolt striking down its center. Beneath it was a man-shape mounted upon a muscled destrier, he and the horse both wore armor of overlapping plates, but unlike the horse he was entirely hidden by his. Only two holes remained for eyes, and they glowed with a faint light to match his banner in color. Flanking him on either sides were two dozen armored riders in formation, serving as an honor guard, and a pair of light supply wagons followed in their wake. They approached the gates and halted twenty strides from the alert guards. The leading rider passed his banner to a follower before riding ten strides closer. "You stand before Faust the Thunderous!" he exclaimed, somehow striking a heroic pose from atop his mount and using the only natural gift he had brought with him from Earth, a clear and resounding voice. "Make way! For I am summoned here by the grace of your liege, and he will not kindly suffer dawdling." The guards quickly remembered their orders regarding Hero Object wielders, and their captain stepped forward. "Present your Hero Object, my lord, so that we may escort you to the King," he stated, his helm resting under his arm. "My pleasure," Faust whispered, his low voice echoing from his helm unnaturally. He raised a short rod pulled from his belt and it began to crackle with energy. "Thank you, m-" the guard captain's reply was cut short by a blade of lightning striking down from out of the clear sky above, connecting with the rod to unleash a cacophony of thunder. Although Hector's horse didn't so much as flinch as he returned the rod to his belt, once their ears had stopped ringing the guards could hear the panicked neighing of horses and barking of dogs from within the city walls and even his men had trouble controlling their mounts. "My lord..." the captain finished with a dour expression, before turning to his men to ready an escort.</s>	<\|message\|>Nathaniel Albin Nathan whistled a tune as he walked down the dirt road, light hearted and somewhat cheerful. It had been a good morning. He'd come across some other travellers and exchanged a friendly word with them earlier, and the weather was quite fine. The sunlight felt warm on his skin and there was a light breeze that added a spring in his step. It was a fine day to be travelling, and he would arrive at the next city soon. You should hurry up. A voice in his head said. "Oh, come on, Beholdy. It's so nice today." Nathan said. The Horn of Man has been sounded. This means- "Yeah, I know. I know." Nathan sighed. Nathan had been on the road for around a week when a strange horn sounded from somewhere far away. Beholdy, his hero item, had told him to go to the source. The Horn of Man had been sounded, it'd said. From what Beholdy had told him, whoever held the Horn of Man had the power to call other hero objects to it. Also according to Beholdy, a hero object was an artefact that chose its master, waiting for the right person to wield it. Whosoever did was privy to its powers and history, along with an eternal companion resting in the object. Normally, hero objects took the form of something close to the original hero who wielded it, which meant that there were a bunch of hero swords and stuff around. Nathan couldn't even guess why Beholdy was a headband, but there must've been some reason. Well if you know, then you know the urgency of this situation. Beholdy said. "Oh, come on. It can't be that bad." Nathan said. "And look, the city's right over there." As Nathan walked, the city's walls loomed into range, bearing down on travellers coming by. As Nathan beheld its size, he couldn't help but appreciate the size of the city. For a few weeks, he'd been stopping by in small towns and it'd been a while since he came through another city. Nathan walked into the large city, walking through the streets full of people. It was pretty busy, likely on account of it being midday. Nathan looked around, wondering where to go next. "Hey, Beholdy. Where next?" He asked. I don't know. It said. I have not been to this city of man in decades… "Oh." Nathan said, surprised. "Maybe I'll ask someone." Nathan looked around for a guard. Spying one by the street, he pushed through some people to get to him. "Excuse me!" Nathan called out to him. "Do you know where the castle is?" The guard noticed his voice and looked over him, only to jump, startled. Nathan's headband tended to surprise people sometimes, but never that much. Maybe he was just jumpy? "You there." The guard said. "Are you the possessor of a hero object?" "Uh…" Nathan said, taken aback. He didn't know what to say. He hadn't known anyone who recognised a hero object before. What should he say? Answer honestly. Beholdy advised. The bearer of the horn is expecting you. "Yup, that's me." Nathan said. The guard looked around at the street full of people, motioning for another guard to come to him. "Come with me." He told Nathan. "The King is expecting you." "Alright." Nathan said, surprised. The guards parted the crowd around them and made a beeline straight down the street, seemingly to the centre of the city. As Nathan was led through the streets, he began talking to Beholdy in his mind. So, with these hero objects… Nathan thought. What is it? Beholdy asked. Well, I was thinking. I came from a different world, but I ended up possessing this hero object, right? Yes. Beholdy agreed. Your point? Well, I was thinking about my other friends and whether or not they ended up here as well. At this, Beholdy was silent. Has it happened before? ...I don't know. I guess not. For the first time in a little while, Nathan started thinking about his friends and where they might be. Maybe they were worrying about him in the real world, or maybe they were enjoying that field trip. Or maybe they were in this world, with their own hero objects, drawn in by the power of the Horn of Man.</s>
<\|description\|>Nathaniel Albin Age: 16 Nathan sports short light brown hair and is about 160 cm tall. He wears a plain, featureless brown shirt which is slightly darker than his hair and black pants, also plain. He wears his grey sneakers and has hand wraps. Also has his a grey headband that covers his eyes. It has a single eye motif in the middle of it. Currently, he also has a staff and a big backpack for travelling. Before the shift, Nathan was a normal guy. He went to school, played around with his friends, that sort of thing. He had a slightly withdrawn good friend kind of personality at the time. But when he was about 13, he got into a car accident. He emerged relatively unharmed, save for the permanent loss of sight. After this, he noticed that the atmosphere around him turned painfully quiet, and at times, he could hardly tell anyone was there. The loneliness was something he couldn't stand, now that he couldn't see. He decided to change his personality to make everyone smile and talk. He succeeded, and for 2 years of his life, he was fairly happy. He missed his sight, but he learned the pain of loneliness in a world without light and would never wish it on others. Beholder's blindfold: The beholder's blindfold is a dark gray, with an eye design occupying the middle of it. Its personality is somewhat quiet, and frequently says it doesn't have a name, so Nathan calls it Beholdy. Most of the time, it's content to keep quiet, but it whispers words of advice when it needs to. One thing Nathan can say about Beholdy is that its pretty wise and knows a lot of history. It has a kind of mentoring personality, telling Nathan how to fix his mistakes and telling him what things are.</s> <\|message\|>Hector Faust The hot water eased the tension in Faust's muscles as he lowered himself into the overly large bath, cracking his neck and letting out a relaxed sigh as the water reached his shoulders. He had dismissed the attendants and entertainment before disrobing, which was apparently uncharacteristic since some of them had appeared legitimately offended. Although he did not mind flaunting his newly acquired physical prowess on certain occasions, a year in Alma Terra had done little to dampen the modesty he had been taught on Earth. For this upcoming event he decided that a moment of solitude, shared only with Rod, would be the most beneficial course of action. There were important things for the two to discuss, and many plans to lay. This would be his first impression on the King, and the lords of the capital, so he would need to be at his best to gain their favor and the favor of the other heroes. Yes, and once you have proven yourself you will be poised at the King's ear. An apt place for the two of us, an apt place indeed. Rod whispered. "Christ, there's no need to sound so ominous, Rod, we fight for the good of mankind," he replied, applying soap to his unruly helmet-hair. You mention this name, Christ, as curse quite often. Was he such a tyrant to earn this ill repute? "No, I suppose not. My land is simply a place characterized by irreverence, the pious actually call him their savior…now that I'm here in a world of magic, I wonder if he was?" The question was rhetorical, so Rod remained silent for a moment before returning to their original topic. Already your name has spread from Thirdain to Amaltas, and monuments rise in your honor. It will not be long before you have become the savior of mankind, if you remember patience and caution. "Speaking plainly, as usual, but first we must deal with matters at hand. What has the King summoned us all here for? The realms we have risen to protect are left undefended while we attend a banquet," Faust paused, his brow furrowing. "I cannot imagine he his name would be so respected if he were a man of whimsy, so there must be a dire need for our presence. The sooner we figure out what that is, the better prepared we will be." Indeed. Rod whispered. At The Banquet Hall Once again striking a heroic pose, Faust stood on the other side of the central door and awaited its opening, as instructed. He hadn't needed the clothing that had been provided for him, all of his finest attire had been aboard the wagons he had brought. So rather than the silken trappings of the nobility, he wore a suit of dazzling ceremonial armor, which was plated in silver, and sported a bejeweled gorget studded with sapphires. Belted on his left was a ceremonial, but functional, sword in a gilded scabbard with a jeweled pommel and fine leather wrappings on its hilt. Rod hung from the other side of his belt, appearing inconspicuous and austere in comparison to the sword. Just as he intended. Finally, he heard a muffled voice on the other side of his door. It's about to begin, he and Rod thought simultaneously. "Welcome lords and ladies to a most auspicious occasion. We have waited and our resolve has been answered. I give you...." The door in front of him swung open and he stepped forward into the banquet hall with dignified grace. "Mans strength. Our Heroes!" The applause was everything he had hoped it would be, he smiled and raised a hand to wave at the most influential and wealthy men in a kingdom. He also took a moment to see the other heroes after which he concluded that they were a strange bunch. While some passed through the crowd without delay, Faust entered the mix with a charming smile. He shook hands, patted backs and shared a few words of encouragement and humor with the nobles he walked through, leaving a trail of nodding heads and laughter in his wake. When he made it through the nobles he found himself before the King. "Your majesty, I am humbled by your invitation and honored to be in your presence," his shining armor clanked noisily as he knelt before the King, placing his left fist against the floor beneath and resting his right hand on his knee.</s> <\|message\|>Kirk Haywood Before they could present him to the public, Kirk needed some help. Now as much as the doctors would have loved to do something about his love of alcohol, that wasn't possible. But they could remove the hangover, and that would certainly help him not embarrass himself or any other heroes while participating in the banquet. It didn't take long for them to start the regenerative process. Before he knew it, Kirk's system was clear and he had no pain rattling around his head at all. He also had to get dressed up before introducing himself to the king, nobles, and representatives. As much as he would have loved to dress formally, he didn't have any clothes like that. He would rather not borrow or purchase any clothes of that kind anyway, he doubted he wouldn't use them much. Kirk was pretty sure he wouldn't be attending many parties, not that he wouldn't want to. After giving his head enough time to do its job, he figured that wearing his earth clothe's would have been the best decision. He cleaned up his hat, jacket, shirt, jeans, and even his socks and shoes. It took him a little longer then he had wanted it too, but sure enough he was able to clean them up. Although back on earth they were a bit bland and normal, compared to the clothes of Alma Terra they were outstanding. It took time to clean himself up, but it didn't take too long. He had managed to make it to the door of the banquet and stand alongside the other heroes before it started. He didn't say anything to them when he got there, they were rather intimidating. "Kirk, if it hadn't had been for those healers, you would have been in a lot of trouble. To put it in your vocab, ' Wow that would've fuckin sucked'. Don't go drinking before visiting kings you idiot. " Rarely was Destoc this serious about something, so Kirk knew to take him seriously, although he did have some trouble doing so. " You wanted me to do it! Besides, it all worked out well I guess. Although to be honest, i think i'd rather be a little tipsy then completely sober when we walk in there, at least it would help me look like I have a more of a personality." They didn't have any more time to squabble, soon as Kirk was done whispering to Destoc the doors opened. One of the heroes went almost directly to the food, while another was weaving himself into the crowd. The one who Kirk's eyes followed was Faust, and that man knew what he was doing. Shortly, he was in front of the king, and Kirk followed him. However when he spotted the king, he started to tremble slightly and couldn't bring himself to move. The most important person in the kingdom, or at least, that is how the villagers he had befriended talked about him. While others would remain calm, Kirk would break into a sweat.</s>	<\|message\|>Nathaniel Albin "Ugh." Nathan sighed, relaxing in the bath. You have so much stamina, and yet you sound so tired. Beholdy said in Nathan's mind. "This is a new situation for me, you know." Nathan said. "It's pretty stressful." He'd arrived an hour or so earlier, and every minute of it was tiring. He was greeted, given access to a huge bedroom too extravagant to be comfortable in, and decided to take a bath. At that stage, a bunch of servants tried to help him with it, whom he'd sent away, and he was finally alone, sitting in a bath to release some tension. Nathan lowered his face in the water, feeling like hiding out from the world. Bubbles escaped from his mouth as another sigh came from his lips. He lifted his head again and sank back, relaxing in the bath. "This is going to be so annoying." He sighed again. I agree that this extravagance is unnecessary, but humour the King. He has spared much expense for the heroes. Beholdy said. "Well I never said I wanted that." Nathan said, getting out of the bath. He shook off some of the water and dried himself off, making for his clothes. Grabbing them, he quickly slipped on his underpants, followed by the comfortable dryness of his black pants, and then the slight roughness of his brown shirt. I'm not against your choice of attire, but to wear that to meet the king is just… "Look at it this way." Nathan said, slipping his shoes on and making his way out of the bath. "I have absolutely no sense in fashion, so I may as well wear what I know." He began walking towards the room he'd been given, passing some servants going on their way. I would still suggest slipping on something more… fitting. Beholdy said. "Like what? You know I can't dress well if my life depended on it, and my colour sense is literaly non-existent." Nathan replied. I cannot refute that. "See?" Nathan said, arriving at the door to his room. He opened the door and entered, closing the door carefully behind him. He took his shoes off and left them by the door. He then walked in to the centre of the room and fell down onto the carpet, back first. He didn't really feel comfortable with sleeping on the huge bed, and he'd probably do it at night, but not now. "This is way too fancy for a pleb like me." Nathan said out loud. Plebeian or not, the King needs you. Beholdy reminded him. "You've told me a thousand times, you don't need to tell me anymore." Nathan said, sitting up. He paced over to a large his bag, on which his hand wraps lay. He took them and began winding them around his hands. "So, I've been wondering." He said absentmindedly. Yes? Beholdy asked. "Why doesn't the blindfold get wet? I mean, it's a blindfold, right?" Think of it for a second skin. Beholdy replied. It is possible to remove it, but it is affected by liquid similarly to your own skin and will not impede your natural bodily functions. "That's, well…" It is strange, yes. Beholdy said, confirming Nathan's thoughts. The hero object is a part of you now. It will remain yours until your death. You, Nathaniel Albin, are now a part of its history, as many have been before. Nathan had a sudden thought. "What happened to the previous owners?" He asked. The original owner died peacefully, surrounded by his students, whom he all cherished. Beholdy replied. Some users have… not been as fortunate. "Huh. Really?" Nathan said, finished rewrapping his hand wraps. He squeezed the air a few times experimentally, satisfied at the tightness. "Well, I hope I won't die." Nathan said. The banquet will begin soon. Beholdy said. "Got it." Nathan replied. He took grabbed his staff leaning by the wall and made out of his room, heading towards the banquet hall. A little while later, Nathan was behind a door at the north end of the hall. He was also near the other heroes. It was strange, as some wore clothes from his world. It was likely that he knew them, but he'd need to hear their voices to know for sure. Unfortunately, he couldn't talk to them, as they were soon to re-enter the hall. Nathan gripped his staff as the doors opened, and they were ushered out into music and cheering. As he walked out into the noise of the crowd, it was quite clear that Nathan was extremely out of place. Hundreds of plates lined the huge tables, filled to the brim with food that looked to be delicious. The fragrance of many delicacies mixing together was intoxicating, but it only served to make Nathan feel even more out of place, as the chairs were lined with noble-looking people, all adorned with jewels and jewellery, with clothes so fine that Nathan's own rough shirt felt like sandpaper just by looking at them. Alright, I see what you mean. Nathan thought to Beholdy. Beholdy said nothing. Nathan tried waving, awkwardly holding his staff in one hand. He didn't really know what to do. It was clear that the King wanted them to do something, but what? What did the king mean by Man's strength? Why were they needed? Around his fellow heroes, he was still pretty out of place. Some of them had clothes that they likely kept from earth, and he was only reminded of his own simple clothes even more. His clothes were clean, of course, but still simple and rather underwhelming. So what do I do now? Nathan asked Beholdy. Beholdy didn't respond. Nathan looked around. Some of the heroes had already decided on what to do, but Nathan wasn't too sure what he should do. 2 people were paying their respects to the king and one had made a beeline for the food. Nathan was kind of hungry, but he was pretty tense. He didn't know if he could enjoy a meal under that kind of pressure. So Nathan stood there awkwardly, wondering what exactly he should be doing.</s>
<\|description\|>Nathaniel Albin Age: 16 Nathan sports short light brown hair and is about 160 cm tall. He wears a plain, featureless brown shirt which is slightly darker than his hair and black pants, also plain. He wears his grey sneakers and has hand wraps. Also has his a grey headband that covers his eyes. It has a single eye motif in the middle of it. Currently, he also has a staff and a big backpack for travelling. Before the shift, Nathan was a normal guy. He went to school, played around with his friends, that sort of thing. He had a slightly withdrawn good friend kind of personality at the time. But when he was about 13, he got into a car accident. He emerged relatively unharmed, save for the permanent loss of sight. After this, he noticed that the atmosphere around him turned painfully quiet, and at times, he could hardly tell anyone was there. The loneliness was something he couldn't stand, now that he couldn't see. He decided to change his personality to make everyone smile and talk. He succeeded, and for 2 years of his life, he was fairly happy. He missed his sight, but he learned the pain of loneliness in a world without light and would never wish it on others. Beholder's blindfold: The beholder's blindfold is a dark gray, with an eye design occupying the middle of it. Its personality is somewhat quiet, and frequently says it doesn't have a name, so Nathan calls it Beholdy. Most of the time, it's content to keep quiet, but it whispers words of advice when it needs to. One thing Nathan can say about Beholdy is that its pretty wise and knows a lot of history. It has a kind of mentoring personality, telling Nathan how to fix his mistakes and telling him what things are.</s> <\|message\|>Nolan Nolan frowned as the guards brought in someone they refereed to as a rebel and shoved him before the king. Frankly he was surprised that he hadn't received the same treatment, he had been under the impression that killing nobles tended to do that. Apparently no one liked the ones he killed any more than the mistreated peasants they ruled over. Or they were to scared to do anything about it, he thought cynically. Sighing he polished off what remained off the food on his plate and left ignoring the slob next to him and was about to walk over to the king when he noticed someone waving a staff around and looking incredibly awkward. Sighing he walked over to the nervous person and said, "Come on then, the king will want to see us sooner or later might as well make it now." and then proceeded to do just that, walk over to the king. The other nobles of course parted to make way for him like he was the plague and he heard several whispers of "murderer", and "assassin", he simply ignored them nearly as disdainful as Loden. As he neared the king he respectfully bowed rather than fully kneeling like was no doubt proper, "I would say I hope you don't think of me as to forward but I really don't care, so why exactly are we here?" Loden sniffed haughtily, "Doesn't look like much of a king to me."</s> <\|message\|>Robyn Silverman Robyn stays toward the back of the banquet, leaning up against the wall. Dressed in her dark clothing, she had hoped that no one would notice her, but she has already had multiple walk up to her and congratulate her. As they come and go, the swords whisper to her and she cringes, not wanting to give into their blood lust. She does not understand why they call them Heroic Objects, when these swords at anything but. She stares at her boots when suddenly there's a commotion across the hall. Her head flies up and she sees a young man being dragged by guards into the banquet. They throw him at the feet of the king and she lurches of the wall, looking toward them. The man looks faintly familiar, but she does not know where from. The man makes the comment and Robyn bristles angrily. She stalks over to them. "You may want to show a little more respect, sir," she says angrily. "This man could end your life and I can already see in your eyes that you do not want to die." Her fingers itch to go to her swords, but she steadies herself. She then realizes what she has done and turns to the king, bowing before him. She kneels to one knee, placing her fist on the floor. "I am sorry, Lord King. I must have lost my head." You cannot lose your head, for I am always in it. Yūkan'na, her katanas, whisper to her. She swallows hard and ignores them.</s> <\|message\|>Devin Coal After the Heroes made their entrance several were immediately trapped by eager ladies in waiting and barons hoping a friend of the Hero might earn them a place higher up in the food chain of politics. The food and drink were distributed liberally with plenty of both for the crowd. One hero made his way to the king and gave a formal voice of thanks. This seemed to please the king who smiled. "It is I who should thank you young Hero. Please a savior need not kneel. It is us who are in your debt." The voice betrayed the Kings appearance which was one of an older man. Instead his voice, like the hero object he possessed, rang out loud and powerful even echoing some as those around him drew quiet. The reason for silence seemed to multiply after a group of guards pulled a young man forward. The face now recognized by many as the one on the wanted posters. The mans name was unknown and he was simply known as a bandit. Since his attacks on caravans both traders and the kings own he had been getting more and more recognition. When the man is thrown in front of the King he turned to the bandit and frowned. "It would seem we have lost our manners when hosting this hero..." His voice was low and threatening to the guards. They quickly started to defend their actions pulling out a poster, but were quickly silenced by a wave of the Kings hands. "I pardon all acts against my seal this man has committed." There was no murmur from the guards. Instead silent nodding. The King then walked over and pulled the young man up onto his feet. "It would be wise to learn you are not back home playing a protagonists journey. Learn to adapt instead of create more chaos. Not knowing the larger picture can make you the bringer of disaster." This was said in a high whisper. The mood was now dapper and the King quickly signaled for the band to play bringing life back to the party. "My captain has informed me that you all come from the same home. It is understandable that you all have much to catch up on. I too would like to hear of how you came to be chosen as a hero." The King was again standing with his strong voice and aged body. Still his eyes seemed to twinkle like that of a boy in a candy store.</s> <\|message\|>Sean Evans Sean Evans, Outside the Capital The Lord of the realm assigned twenty men to accompany Sean on his summons to the capital. They traveled on horseback under the cloud covered sky. Perhaps we should move quicker… The daylight is all but gone for this day, the moon is coming round - wouldn't you agree?, Sean heard the voice of the nameless ring insert itself into his thoughts. "I wouldn't want to tire the men by having them move faster. We have already been traveling since noon." We are likely to be late, many have already arrived. Sean was a suspicious as to how the ring knew such a thing, but he figured he wouldn't bother with it, the ring was likely to give it's usual reply - 'I do not know what you are talking about.' - the ignore all future mention of it. After many hours the gates to the capital were in sight. Ah, the capital. It has been many moons. The ring seemed to be reminiscing. The clopping of hooves echoed as they made the transition from gravel to cobblestone roads. The moon was high in the sky by this point and the clouds seemed to not have moved at all. We are most certainly late. The ring maintained its calm demeanor. We must find ourselves an audience with the king - there is likely a gathering of the heroes. The clopping of hooves suddenly ceased. We must have arrived. The ring seemed to be relatively satisfied. "Captain Heinsworth. Why have we stopped?" Sean road to the front of the guard. "They're approaching us, my lord." Heinsworth steadied his steed. "Who are you?" One of the three guards, who were approaching, called to Sean and his guard. "We are the honor guard from Rathe, escorting the bearer of a Hero Object." Heinsworth called back. The city guards were close enough to see by this point. They carried torches and one a banner. At the mention of the phrase 'Hero Object' they turned and began discussion silently. They turned back, "May we see the Hero Object for confirmation?" "Of course!" Sean rose his staff so they may see it and the glowing stone atop of it. A glowing, blue, mocking bird fluttered about for a few seconds. "My lord, please come this way - the king is expecting you. At the Banquet Hall Sean had arrived later than the rest and so, hadn't had a chance to make his way to his room - he was given a chance to change his garments to a more formal attire. He was then positioned behind a door, staff in hand, leading to the banquet hall. The other object bearers will be behind other doors. "That would make sense." Sean realized something the other day, but hadn't brought it up yet. "When you told me that I was destined to be here, you refused to elaborate... Is this it then?" The voice remained silent. After a while, it spoke. When you get out, try to make the king's acquaintance. The ring had ignored him, it was as he had expected it to happen. He could hear a muffled voice from the other side of the door. It then opened and the king, himself, introduced all of the object bearers. Sean stepped through the door and joined the party.</s> <\|message\|>Nolan Nolan's brow furrowed in response to the king's words. They had all come from the same place? Then someone else must have vanished from that field trip, he turned to examine the black-suited women more closely, it was clear now. The year spent in this world had changed her but now he could see that if she came from the same place as him she must be Robyn Silverman, the super-smart girl who was always reading. And the only girl he had a crush on but was to embarrassed to ask on a date. Loden hissed angrily, "This is no time for your wasteful emotions to occur!" Nolan colored slightly but it quickly went away and he hissed back "Shut up, this is no time for your spiteful and suspicious words either," Nolan sensed a sulky silence from Loden but refused to say anything else, luckily as far as he knew no one could hear Loden but him. Although he was positive that the women was Robyn he still had to make sure so he asked her, "Would you perhaps be Robyn Silvermna?" he asked somewhat nervously. He wasn't sure whether he wanted the answer to be yes or no and he didn't know how he would respond anyway.</s> <\|message\|>Hector Faust "It is I who should thank you young Hero. Please a savior need not kneel. It is us who are in your debt." Just as he had hoped, the King was a humble and wise man, everything Faust had imagined him to be. Clearly, he would listen to reason when it was presented. Before he could reply to the King's gracious gesture, there was a disturbance. All eyes turned away from Faust and to the guards as they dragged a criminal before the King, hurling him to the floor unceremoniously and delivering a crude amount of abuse before the assembled nobles. He used the commotion as an opportunity to rise to his feet. He possesses an object, Rod whispered, by way of warning. Despite that, Faust placed a hand on the hilt of his blade, ready to wipe the insolence from the other hero's face, but the King was quicker in offering mercy and kindness. As was to be expected of so noble a ruler, although even he thought that pardoning the criminal was taking it a step too far. "My captain has informed me that you all come from the same home. It is understandable that you all have much to catch up on. I too would like to hear of how you came to be chosen as a hero." The King stated, as the mood of the banquet hall returned to normal. "Your Majesty, who is this captain you refer to and how does he come by knowledge, if I may be so bold?" Faust queried, showing a hint of nervousness before continuing. "I, Faust the Thunderous, was born into this world but one year ago. I know little of anything that may have occurred before that, nor will I let it have any bearing on my actions."</s>	<\|message\|>Nathaniel Albin Nathan stood awkwardly, watching a bit. Someone had been brought in and labelled a criminal or something, but the King said they were a hero? Beholdy confirmed that he had a Hero object, so it was fine, but still. It was resolved quickly, at least, and the party went back to normal. The King was even giving them time to get reacquainted, which was good. That said, he didn't really know them. He'd heard some of his fellow Heroes' names, and he recognised them vaguely. The name Robyn was mentioned by a person with a cloak, and the someone identified themselves as Lord Faust, who was in full armour and had an electric baton. The baton and the cloak are Hero objects. Beholdy said helpfully. Good to know. Nathan replied. He didn't really know any of them closely, and judging by their voices, he hadn't known any of them. But that said, it meant that his friends were probably doing fine, and they weren't here, which was probably a good thing. He thought of the 2 people who'd given their names. He was sure that he'd heard their names thrown around in conversations, but he couldn't remember where, when or why, which was understandable. It had been an entire year, and a strange one at that. Nathan thought for a moment. Faust was mentioned, but try as he might, he couldn't really remember him well. But Robyn seemed a little more familiar. Just a bit. He thought hard for a moment. For some reason, he kept coming back to books, but he didn't know why. He didn't read at all... He suddenly recalled a conversation he'd had with his friends once. They were talking about pretty much nothing at the time, and their teacher called them to take some stuff from the library, so he went with a friend. They got the books and they chatted for a while about the library, and his friend mentioned that there was a girl who always sat in the library reading. Robyn was her name. What was her last name? He couldn't remember, but he had to confirm it. Nathan approached her and tried asking her. "Say... Um, were you the girl who read a lot of books?" Nathan asked carefully.</s>
<\|description\|>Nolan Age: 18 Pre-Transport Story: Nolan was a star jock at his school, very popular and always had friends around him. Although he always had a feeling that his friends were just around because of how popular he was, but he tried to ignore this for the most part. Nolan felt that for some reason he was wasting his life here, but had no idea why or what to do to fix it Hero Object Personality: Sarcastic, cold and uncaring. Other: Hates eating meat. Stutters sometimes. Is terrified of heights and is rather naive.</s> <\|message\|>Kirk Haywood Kirk shouldn't do it. He should not be doing what he was doing. Destoc told him it was ok, but he knew it wasn't. He had finally entered the capital and should alert the guard, or look for the king. However Destoc insisted that he had enjoy himself before looking for the king. "Im telling you, its fine! We aren't in 'hurry' village, we are in the capital! It'll be super easy to get the guard or someone to bring us to the king after we are done! " Destoc spoke, the metal head bending in ways it was never intended to bend. " Are you really sure? As much as i'd love to hang about here, you were really being an ass about getting to the capital, and now that we are finally here you think we should waste our time doing this? " " Yeah, go ahead. I'm telling you now that we are here you are set, now go on! I know you were waitin for this! " Kirk didn't have the will to resist, he walked into the tavern and stole the drink right out of a man's hand. He shouted about how he'd pay him back later, and went on to get absolutely plastered. At first the tavern keeper and customers found him to be a major pain, but after he started paying for drinks and telling storeis they all got along quite well. He went on to drink and party for most of the afternoon. Later that evening, however, a guard who was curious about the racket coming from the tavern and found Kirk mumbling about how he was gonna ' break evil's neck in one hit'. After some questioning, the guard came to understand he was one of the heroes. He helped Kirk carry himself as they went on to see the king.</s> <\|message\|>Nolan Nolan dismounted his horse and flipped a coin to the stable boy his sword resting easily at his belt and the bow slung over his shoulder lay there giving off the impression of someone well experienced in its use, he wasn't sure why the king wanted wielders of the Hero Objects to arrive but no doubt they were needed for something important. "Idiot, he just wants my power for himself." his artifact whispered scornfully. "There's no reason to think that, you're so suspicious." Nolan mentally whispered back unsurprised once again in his artifacts utter lack of faith in humanity and cynical nature. As he walked up to the castle he saw some drunkard being dragged away by a guard and shook his head. Sometimes he was more inclined to listen to Loden than not. Nolan found another less per-occupied guard and asked him to lead on to the castle and after a short explanation of who he was, which really was unnecessary, the way Nolan dressed was rather distinctive, the guard lead the way to the castle. On his way there he considered how drastically his life how changed, and yet in some ways not at all. After all he was still fighting for his team, just here it was to the death and the tools for the sport were rather different. On second thought that was a horrible analogy, oh well there was a reason he had been a C student in school. Once again he reflected on the different views this world had brought him, a year ago he would've been worried about the high school exit exam, now he was worried who would try to kill him next.</s> <\|message\|>Volker "Stargrazer" Prowse "Shut up already..." Volker was incredibly tired of his blade's negative shit and sheathed it causing Astraeus' speech to be muffled. "That is much better!" he exclaimed as his smile widened. Despite his sword being his only constant companion, he could only handle so much of its gloom before he was influenced by it. Astraeus' ceased trying to speak, realizing he would not be heard while Volker looked through his pockets and managed to find a bag he would place his berries in. He took it out of his pocket and looked inside to find the realization that he had no food at all. He still grinned, he wouldn't let hunger get him down! He gripped his sword by its handle and strode out of his shelter when Astraeus repeatedly flickered its white light. The blade peeked out of its sheath and caught its wielders attention. "What is it?" he asked. "Considering your reaction I'm going to assume that you did not just sense that." "Sense what?" Volker was curious now. He held his blade close to his face and openly expressed his eagerness to know with his grin that somehow got even wider, this time to the point of being uncanny. "The Horn... I'm going to need you to move in the directions I tell you." The wielder had faith in his blade and quickly grabbed his things before treading to wherever Astraeus wanted him to go. ◆◆◆ His clothes were even dirtier and ripped from moving through the forest as hastily as he did. He examined his body to see if anything grazed him while he was running. Dammit, my clothes are somehow more of a wreck than they were before... Oh well! Volker studied the city from the outside and he was simply slack-jawed. On the outside of the gates he could easily see the guards and even some of the people entering and exiting the city. The guards Volker could see seemed incredibly serious, none of them expressing any kind of emotion. "Now what?" "Calmly approach one of the guards and show me to them. They'll deliver you to the king an-" Volker stopped listening after the sword said guards. I'll cheer them up. He was now dashing towards one of the inexpressive guards and leaping at him. Caught off-guard, the guard fell onto the ground after Volker playfully tackled him. Within seconds, a few of the surrounding guards snatched Volker off and took Astraeus out of his possession. "... All of you need to lighten up." After hearing his master say this, Astraeus started to glow white. Many of the guards shook their heads and one managed a chuckle before they realized that a sword glowing and being capable of communicating with its master is not too normal. The guard he tackled placed Astraeus back in its sheath and helped Volker up. "Follow me. The King is expecting you."</s> <\|message\|>Devin Coal Time: Early Evening Reports had started to be received regarding the Heroes being found and brought to the castle. They were instructed to prepare for an audience with the king over a formal banquet. At such times they would be invited to join in the first Meeting of Heroes. At the castle each Hero was well received with a giant bedroom and the offering of a massive bath in the company of assistants and entertainment. Those that were found or arrived later in the day were brought straight to the banquet which was already starting. The banquet hall housed nearly one hundred. Mostly land owners in the surrounding areas but every corner of the Kingdom of Man was represented. With extravagant jewel and clothes each seemed to be trying to put their best image forward for the arrival of the heroes. Finally a loud trumpet marked the arrival of the King. Who after entering took advantage of the bows and silence. "Welcome lords and ladies to a most auspicious occasion. We have waited and our resolve has been answered. I give you...." With a sweeping motion every door at the north end of the hall opened and from each door a hero emerged. "Mans strength. Our Heroes!" The whole hall erupted in applause and cheers as the music started to play and the heroes entered the party.</s> <\|message\|>Robyn Silverman Robyn noticed a guard escort ahead of her and she quietly snuck up behind it. She proceeded to follow the escort to the castle, where she is halted by more guards. "No one enters but heroes and royalty" the guard claimed and Robyn looked up at him. Quickly, she drew her two swords from behind her back, gripping the hilts together. She showed them to the guard and the swords murmured to her. She cringed slightly, ignoring the voices as much as she can, for they spoke to her of murder. The guard's eyes got wide and he called an escort for her. She smiles and tucks the swords back into her sheaths. The escorts lead her into the castle, leading her straight to her bedroom. Once the guard escort leaves, the maids in the rooms undressed her and took her to the bath. She is washed and scrubbed furiously, getting rid of every evidence of being in the forest. She hated most of it but once she got out, she noticed a big difference in her appearance. She stared in the mirror as her red locks flowed midway down her back. She twisted and the light from the windows reflected off her hair, making it look like fire. The maids did not speak to her at all. Merely, they sat her down in front of a mirror and began yanking at her hair with brushes. One maid worked on her face and the other braided her hair in a fishtail style, going over her shoulder and reaching down to just above her rib cage. Once they were done prepping her, they took her to the closet and showed her the styles of wardrobe she had. She noticed the silks and soft dresses and she rolled her eyes. She walked over to it and pushed back the dresses, reaching for a black combat suit that looked very interesting to her. The maids exchanged looks but neither of them argued with her choice. She then kicked them out of her room and proceeded to dress herself, pulling on the tight black pants and the tight black vest with a low V neck. She pulled on some hunting boots she found in the very back of the wardrobe and pulled her sheaths onto her back. Her flaming red hair stands on on her collar bone and the guards then call for her. She looked at them and they explain that it is time for the banquet. She took a deep breath. Be brave, my hero, that katanas whispered to her. For that is what you are. Brave She was guided to a door at the end of the hallway and she noticed a few others standing there. A man on the inside with a loud voice spoke extravagantly and suddenly, the door in front of her swung open. She took another deep breath and thought Show time. before she stepped through the door and into the party.</s>	<\|message\|>Nolan Nolan dismissed the servants from the bathing area. He hadn't had anyone help him bathe since he was 5 and he wasn't going to start again now. After a brief and vigorous scrubbing he quickly clothed himself in his normal clothing, the fancy suit that lay on the chair made what the castle though he should wear obvious, but Nolan had no intention of dressing up for anyone. He quickly combed his hair and donned his cloak and mask then headed to the hallway. He stood their nervously and his cloak hissed at him, "Don't eat or drink anything its poison." Nolan sighed and shook his head, surely the king wouldn't call them all her to poison them... right? Nolan frowned, Loden was getting to him, he wasn't normally this suspicious. As they were announced he heard the whispering of, something else but he couldn't make out what it said, he assumed Loden was messing with him and ignored the voices and stepped out into the party. He saw another women dressed in a daring black suit step out in front of him, something about her was... familiar. Probably just his mind playing tricks on him, he adjusted his sword uneasily, he had brought it simply out of habit but now it seemed rather out of place. He quickly stepped through the crowd as they parted before him to the food table, he didn't really want to talk to anyone here so he might as well get some grub. After filling up a plate with food he sat at a table, raised his mask and carefully began eating with surprising sophistication, normally he would've just chowed down but he didn't want to leave a bad impression.</s>
<\|description\|>Annette Delauney Image: Age: 25 Gender: Female Class: Esper Background: The heiress to low noble French family (at least claimed. Them's details), she was always the rebel child, never satisfied with what she had, and not willing to be shoehorned into the role her parents expected of her. This lasted through school, which while she had no trouble in terms of academics, she distinguished herself by hanging with the wrong crowd, in spurts of youthful rebellion. Eventually it became too much, and her parents cracked down, hoping to put an end to the youthful rebelliousness. But it backfired, as Annette went off on her own. Disowned from the family, she moved into crime, becoming a burglar and 'fixer', working as a freelancer. She stole, and solved peoples problems for them, using her esper powers to help her there. She has traveled across the globe, and is now wanted for several international crimes, but has managed to stay ahead of authorities thus far, and plans to enjoy herself until she gets caught. Personality: Her true personality is hard to find, given that her skills in subterfuge make her malleable in what she appears to be to other people. She's cocky though, confident in her skills, with a slight hatred for authority figures and rich people. Doesn't play well with others, but she tolerates people who demonstrate that they have skills and aren't idiots. Skills/Abilities: Wave Manipulation - A fancy term that means the ability to manipulate, control, generate, and negate all forms of radiation. This applies to herself, anything she touches, and a bubble within a couple feet of her. The greater the change, the longer it lasts Lockpicking, driving, hacking, lying, basic close combat</s> <\|message\|>Arata Aoshiki (First name, last name) The truck shuddered with every bump in the road and every little stop, shaking the Japanese stowaway from any attempt at getting a good rest. Hiding out in the back corner of some kind of shipping truck probably wasn't the best of ideas, but he'd done it on impulse, he didn't think the whole process through and now he was god-knows-where . Actually, now that Arata though about it, that described his whole adventure so far. A series of stupid decisions leading to lots of regret. Gah, he should've never left Japan in the first place. The truck stopped abruptly for the umpteenth time, as Arata heard words spoken in a language he couldn't much understand. It sounded Asian though, but that was probably to be expected when entering a Chinese shipping truck. The teen listened silently. Upon the sound of footsteps circling around the vehicle, Arata's eyes widened. 'W-Wait. Is-Is this it? What happens if they find me back here? No - gah - that's dumb, I'm a ESPer with a good power, I can deal with it, I can deal with it,' the teen ESPer thought, glancing around his immediate surroundings. Other than the shipments of what seemed to be food items, there wasn't much to work with. No openings to warp or anything. 'That's alright...that's alright,' he reassured himself glancing to the doors on the back, 'I just gotta be quick enough to designate, calc, and run, ne?' A moment after the first ray of light shone into the area, Arata was gone, sprawled on the pavement a several meters from the truck. "Gah..." he groaned, picking himself up off the ground as an announcement blared in the background. Something about foreigners, ESPers, and a C2 building. Unfortunately he didn't really catch it in between the whole 'temporarily shortening the fabric of space as casually as one would solve a simple maths equation' thing. Admittedly one of the more simple applications of his power - just a basic shortening and extension with no significant modification to the space - and very, very useful for quick movement. And if there was one thing he was good at, it was running from responsibilities, which made it useful twofold. Haha. A shame Arata was lost though, maybe then he could have put it to better use. At least he knew he was still in China, based on the surroundings. "Umm... He-Hello, sir?" Arata asked the nearest bystander, stopping from his assault on the laws of physics to inquire about what exactly he was to do, "What did that, uh, announcement say... exactly?" The man looked at the dirty, vagrant-like young man and sighed. "Curfew is in effect, and all foreigners go to the C2 building," he said in shoddy, but understandable Japanese before pointing at a building yonder, "It's that one. It is not far of a walk." He then proceeded to say something in what was probably Chinese. The tone wasn't very nice, so Arata just did his best to laugh it off and think on the positive side. "Thanks, mister," he said before heading to the C2 building. 'I should probably get a change of clothes and a shower when I can... I don't think anyone appreciates my disheveled appearance right now,' Arata thought, 'Hopefully I'll find something at this 'C2 building' place'</s> <\|message\|>Yang Ming-Yu Collab Post with Mira Akio and Haruna "Yakuse-Lǎoshī! Hi!" She catches up with them, My names is Mei Fang Huang! It's always cool to catch up with my best friend and father figure teacher, Yakuse-san. I've known them ever since and they've always stood by me. More like yeah, literally. My Father is the Prime Minister of this country but still for a position like that he rarely have time for me so I stay with my best friend and his Uncle's house all sometimes, if not all the time. They need not worry because I am the one who cooks all the delicious food! More like I cook with my hearts content I glomp them both as always, my pleasure to greet the people who takes care of me. "Mei, stop you racketing. It's embarrassing. Besides aren't you going to visit the C2 Building? We can't just go inside, only rich people are allowed to go." He said with a dismayed and reluctant voice. I replied. "Stop complaining Min-Min! I got this covered. Sides, you guys always get the good stuff when I'm around. I'm sure Dad's men will let us pass by." That's right, Dad always lets us pass by. In our case anyway, most of the people here are free to go because they are financially stable enough to afford such thing, the way Dad rules the country is half assed and some people might not even enter the C2 Building because of valid IDs. Only the lucky ones get to the building. Ming Yu just sighed and let it go, "Fine, Uncle. Let's go, I couldn't give a single shit and I always wanted to meet Richard Queen in person. OHH!! LOOK WHO DECIDED TO SHOW UP." He smacks the brat looking girl right to her head. Ming Yu isn't cool with her antics of being late."Yeah! Yeah! Good weather, don't be stupid and believe the weather forecast, it's clearly cloudy. We're not in the opposite world, Ellis. Tch.. don't change the topic. Uncle! We need to go to the C2 Building. You promised that since last week right? With Mei we can get in there." Richard Queen is Ming Yu's inspiration. His grades in school aren't that bad but his Science and Math are the only thing that's good. Hehehe, I'm so trolling them right now."Bleeeh. Min-Min. Dad just said we can go to the building, it is free. He just announced it and I personally know Dr. Queen." I pat his head. Ming Yu replied furiously."IDIOT! WHY DO I ALWAYS HAVE TO FALL FOR YOUR TRICKS!" He breathes heavily like a dragon. I said."That's because you're not a good listener and even in school you have low grades. Anyway, Yakuse-sensei, let's go! We don't want to hear Min-Min whine all day, don't we? Hahaha!" Right, I twisted the situation again. Making him believe that what I said was true but it was a joke to make Ming Yu confused and puzzled. CONFUZZLED! To be honest with all my energy. I forgot to notice Ellis."Hi Ellis!" He replies to them. Grabbing the both of them with their hands."Uncle! Let's not waste time. Tch... talking about attention span, you're the one with short attention span." He said to them. Dr.Richard Queen Near C2 Building This man is a descendant of Elias Queen the mother of magic and technology, he is the host for tonight's event. He is China's top 10 Scientist and one world's top ranking investor and the man who currently runs to Queen Labs Institute and funds Chengdu Moshu Yanju. Tonight will change everyone's mind about what he's going to show. He made a hologram contact with 3 of the existing H-W.M.D Espers. "People. Get ready, we're gonna make one hell of a presentation. Mr. Arata, Mr. Amamiya, Ms. Miller. Remind me to correct Prime Minister Huang about having only two Espers. I need you guys ASAP on C2 Quadrillion Stage where all events are held, we're going be facing hundreds and thousands out there."</s> <\|message\|>Masayume Yakuse (正夢役背) Name: Masayume Yakuse "Like I said, call me Masayume in public" Warned him lightly. Even though they're pretty close having a student calling him with his given name is still pretty embarrassing. The residences of Masayume household are what you would call eccentric people. Yang Ming-Yu, a boy on his rebellion stage. Mei Fang Huang, the commuting wife (通い妻). And Ellis Val Sonata, the thorny petite girl. The three of them, excluding Ellis who will enroll shortly in the future, are Yakuse's student in Chengdu Moshu Yanjiu Academy. Just few years ago Yakuse was living a tranquil life, spending each day all alone. But once he taken Ming under his wing, things changes. Mei began to show up at their place from time to time and slowly become a daily routine. And by the time they know it she became part of the family. Same goes with Ellis. And then there's her... a little girl whom he taken in few weeks ago. "I guess that is everyone" He stated, and lead everyone to the C2 Building. C2 Building is what you would call a "Event Hall" in a MMO. It has size nearly twice of a baseball stadium and can hold most of the citizen of the city. From here there is a stair which lead you to the lower level emergency shelter in case of something to happen, ensuring your safety. The inside of the building itself is spacious as you would expect and is filled with glass panel to project images. These glasses are called "Photon Glass" A multipurpose glass that can be utilized into various interactive uses. It can display any images and also work as a touch panel. These photon glass are placed throughout the cities as replacement for TV screen, notice signs, banisters, vending machine display, table, counter, and so on. It's part of daily life in this floating City of Tian Jin. Yakuse sensed a bad feeling about this "event" the city is held. Furthermore...</s> <\|message\|>Ellis Val Sonata. Ellis Val Sonata "Ouch. That hurt." Ellis caresses her head, after being hit by Ming. Her tail also dropped down, seemingly sadder. "You are a meanie, Yang. I heard that's how humans make conversation. How they 'break the ice'." Ellis said, puffing her cheeks, even though her poker face remained the same otherwise than that. Her tail moved around, seemingly pretty angry. She then turns to Mei. "Hi Fang. You seem to either have a slow reaction time or are rude enough to actually ignore my precense." Ellis said, her tail moving around with joy yet again. Still, the lack of emotion in her voice might confuse things. "That was a joke, by the way." After that, she saw Masayume, tilting her head. "Where are we going?" Of course, Ellis had no intention of climbing down from Yang's shoulders, putting his face between her thighs and squeezing it. "We are going to that 'C2' place? Is it tasty?" Even if she tried to feign ignorance, it would be impossible for her not to know what it was. It was the place where those strong guys would gather. "Ne, Yang, what's gonna happen? Someone's fighting or something?" Amamiya Kaito ~ Sonar "Finally! We getting some action! Not real action, but I can cope with this." Kaito said, standing up from his seat and moving his head around for a bit. "So, Arata and Miller, huh? No idea of who they are, but let's hope they are tolerable, not like that gal that dared call herself a teacher." Kaito put his hands in his pockets and walked away, to the quadrillion-whatever that guy had talked about. He still had to ask for some directions. "I wonder who's great idea it was to turn this into a labyrinth... Well, I should stumble upon it sooner or later." Kaito continued his aimless stroll, until finally reaching his destination. "Damn, I almost got lost there... Still the first one to arrive, huh? Well, no matter." He went to a nearby wall and leaned on it, before opening his eye and seeing the state of the room he was in. It was fairly messy, yes, it was the backstage of some grandiose place after all. "Goddammit, you guys. Clean this place a bit, won't ya?" Unable to control his urge, Kaito walked around the room, fixing it for it to look a bit better, worrying about little details that only someone with OCD would notice. It'd be a long time before he was finally satisfied.</s>	<\|message\|>Annette Delauney The cab ride was pleasant, at first, and rapidly descended into gridlock as a bunch of people made their way to the exact same spot that she was going, which was a bit much even for the road network of this place. Go figure. Annette sighed as she relaxed, looking out the window in dull monotony. The sense of urgency on the part of her driver was overwhelming, not. At last she got fed up, and tapped her driver on the shoulder. "Excuse me," she asked with a pleasant smile, lowering her sunglasses so she could look him in the eye. "Do you plan on having kids? Because if you do, I would suggest you take a more aggressive driving stance before I render you unable to do so, alright?" That earned a gulp and scared nod from the driver, and Annette smiled all the more as she sat back. The threat brought results as they began moving at a much more rapid pace through the cars and along city streets, until they were at the C2 Building, Fortunately they were early, and she was able to join the people arriving. "Thank you," she said to the driver, handing him some cash as she left the cab. "Keep the change." With that, she moved along and entered the building at a refined walk. It was a nice place, all things considered, but it could have been better. In her opinion. For the moment though, she went to mingle, and to potentially find something worth her time in all this mess and stupidity.</s>
<\|description\|>Annette Delauney Image: Age: 25 Gender: Female Class: Esper Background: The heiress to low noble French family (at least claimed. Them's details), she was always the rebel child, never satisfied with what she had, and not willing to be shoehorned into the role her parents expected of her. This lasted through school, which while she had no trouble in terms of academics, she distinguished herself by hanging with the wrong crowd, in spurts of youthful rebellion. Eventually it became too much, and her parents cracked down, hoping to put an end to the youthful rebelliousness. But it backfired, as Annette went off on her own. Disowned from the family, she moved into crime, becoming a burglar and 'fixer', working as a freelancer. She stole, and solved peoples problems for them, using her esper powers to help her there. She has traveled across the globe, and is now wanted for several international crimes, but has managed to stay ahead of authorities thus far, and plans to enjoy herself until she gets caught. Personality: Her true personality is hard to find, given that her skills in subterfuge make her malleable in what she appears to be to other people. She's cocky though, confident in her skills, with a slight hatred for authority figures and rich people. Doesn't play well with others, but she tolerates people who demonstrate that they have skills and aren't idiots. Skills/Abilities: Wave Manipulation - A fancy term that means the ability to manipulate, control, generate, and negate all forms of radiation. This applies to herself, anything she touches, and a bubble within a couple feet of her. The greater the change, the longer it lasts Lockpicking, driving, hacking, lying, basic close combat</s> <\|message\|>Victor Glarus The walk had done some of its magic on Victor, the city was a stunning and breath taking sight, and another bonus was that the traffic was moving at a snails pace because a lot of people were heading in the same direction as he was, their intent, most likely the same. However, the time he had during the walk gave him some room for thought, it raised several questions about why this was happening. They were to meet 2 of Chinas most powerful ESpers, so, why was this? Maybe it was a play of power, showing all of the Gaijin that China was a very powerful nation, of course this seemed a little counter productive as the world already knew that China was a powerful nation, it has been since the dawn of civilsed humanity, upon which China was the recorded first. So, maybe it was a little more unsavoury than that. Whilst a dictatorship is, in Victors opinion, the best form of government there was always a chance... or rather almost a certainty the dictator was inept and a callous fool who was power hungry and had the ego to match, generally they had the ability to rule over a shrimp stall with their management skills, and even that was pushing it. Li Huang, however, seemed on the surface to be a sufficient ruler; China was benefiting greatly under his rule after all and their acceptance of outsiders had became a great deal more evident. Something that would warrant further thought later, Victor mused as he came up to the destination, a large building that reminded him of an Amphitheater, the purpose was likely of a similar kind. There were a great deal of people here, the hustle and bustle was immense, as was the sheer size of the building it could easily seat at the very least half of the city's population, but this amount of people made Victor all the more cautious, after all pick-pockets could be a serious problem here, so he made sure he had a firm grip on Mansumune, which only the very tip of the hilt and the very bottom of the lacquered saya was visible, unless you looked at a certain angle. The people themselves were of all colours and backgrounds, this was without a doubt. There was not a single consistent piece of clothing amongst any of them, however there were some who stood out from the crowd more so than others these people would no doubt be of some interest later on, but at the moment he would simply get a drink and wait for the announcement that the event was starting. After getting himself a cup of tea; which paled in comparison to the caliber he normally drank he simply watched the crowd, waiting for someone of note to catch his eye, maybe someone from Japan, or maybe an ESper, now that would be interesting Victor thought, a small smile made its way on his lips as he took a sip from his drink.</s> <\|message\|>Arata Aoshiki (First name, last name) Arata was making his way down town, walking fast. Faces passed, but he wasn't homebound, unfortunately. Rather, he was heading to the C2 building like every other good, law-abiding foreigner. As he walked, he looked down to his phone every few seconds. It was an older model, but it was still made of Photon Glass and had compatibility with the same sorts of apps and software that the newer models had. Admittedly, Arata never got to make much use of all those functions. Mostly he just used it for the mobile games and to surf the Internet than any sort of actual 'phone stuff' like texting his (lack of) many friends or going on social media. Either way, he wasn't doing any of the aforementioned four. He was just adjusting his timezone, pulling up a translator just in case, maybe finding up a map or t- BZZZT! BZZZT! "FWAH!" Arata yelped, fumbling with his attempts at catching his phone. The sudden vibrations loosened his already lax grip on the device, causing it to tumble down and down. Just barely he'd managed to save the device from it's imminent doom. Dammit, he didn't have enough money left over to be careless about this kind of thing! Lying flat on the ground while holding his phone like a weirdo, Arata answered the spontaneous call to reveal the holographic image of Dr. Richard Queen. The esteemed doctor gave a succinct order to Arata and the two others in the call to make their way to the C2 building ASAP. "Uwah..." Arata groaned, not even having had the chance to get an explanation or anything. He picked himself up off the ground for the second time today, dusting off his dark hoodie and jeans. How did Dr. Queen figure he was in China anyway? Arata put his phone away when the answer struck him. Of course, the phone had location tracing. Another dumb mistake. He shouldn't have brought it along. The young man looked at the C2 building. Evidently the presence of the ninth was required for some kind of presentation in front of... thousands... of... people... ...Yeah. He really didn't want to go. Stage fright was a cruel mistress, wasn't she? Either way, the Doctor would probably find a way to get him there anyway, so there wasn't much use for fighting the inevitable. He gauged the distance from the ground to the top of the C2 building, and then the building from his current point. Arata curled his fingers into a fist, bracing himself. He took a deep breathe, and exhaled before taking a single step. Arata fell. His limbs flailed as he plummeted to the ground. He gritted his teeth, as he watched the ground below get ever closer and closer. His eyes watered as the air resistance buffeted his face. He cracked a little bit of a grin as his falling speed decreased severely. No, it wasn't that he was slowing his fall, more like he was falling up rather than down. Another instant later, Arata landed on the ground in a crouched position, one hand out in front to keep his balance and the other behind his back. He figured he looked kind of cool like that, maybe. A few people looked at the filthy-looking drifter crouched on the ground oddly as they entered the C2 building. Arata's faced reddened at this development, so he pulled up his hood and stood himself up before entering the building to go find this 'Quadrillion Stage'.</s> <\|message\|>Yang Ming-Yu Prelude to the storm As hundreds of thousands, numbers increasing. The man named Dr. Richard Queen entered the center stage, his device and invention the Madou Sphere Field is something he self proclaimed an accelerator that will surpass his predecessor's invention. The C2 Building, also known as ground zero building, the largest building to exist in Tian Jin city. In the area of range, the building is designed to withstand any form of heat, cold, and magnitude. It also absorbs pure energy as an arc reactor to keep the city prospering its energy to nigh limitless levels. It is not the main core of the city but the core is located at the orbiting satellites in the city. These satellites link to each daily devices which acts as service providers and service technicians/assistance for further advancement and fail safe control and hacking. The key cores are implanted into the hearts of the Board of Directors. The satellites can also be used as a weapon remotely which has Anti-Esper and magic ray field blasts. "A very good evening to you all. We don't look back to the past as I would say in my interviews, you all know me; Filthy rich Scientist who keeps making everything possible for this city and for the world but people, let me tell you. Tonight is the night that my love for this city will be reminded again and again. For the past century and during that point of time, we have struggled and moved on from the battles we fought and that is all thanks to my predecessor, Elias Queen. Tonight is the night that I present to you theDeluxe Madou Sphere Field. With a simple push of a button. Everything we know right now will flash forward and refine us to the future. This invention is a tribute to Elias Queen for a new era awaits us. This device will give us unlimited knowledge and the possibilities that seem impossible will become possible. This device is the equivalent of time and space as one that will make us updated to everything and anything. Imagine the constant updates of the D.M.S.F. With it, the world that was impossible before which became possible with Elias and what's impossible now will be forever be possible and the truth. I present you, the truth." D.M.S.F also known as Truth Weiss. The Vessel of Magic Knowledge/ Gifted doll that is a medium to the device a conduit to initiate launch. "This being is what you call a rare specimen. A doll of knowledge or the Vessel of Magic Knowledge that my predecessor created but as we all know. Science is the truth and Magic is just an advanced form of Science. Eureka everyone. Daddy's every little girl." He said. The vessel of magic knowledge is known as medium and is named Truth, she is implanted with the scientific device, D.M.S.F to accelerate the everything in process. Truth glows as white, and burning bright like the phoenix. Her eyes are Godly in everyone's presence. "Hello ladies and gentlemen, my name is Truth Weiss. I am happy to serve you." Her hands are radiant light and radiating a synthesis aurora of light in the sky, different rifts and colors we don't know of. "Ladies and Gentlemen, Truth Weiss is working!" Everyone applaud. [h3]Ming Yu[/b] "You see Uncle. This dude can make everything come true. We can all believe in truths if what his saying is truth. Maybe you'll stop being gloomy if reviving the dead is possible and Mei Fang emitting electricity out of her ass.". He asks Ellis to to sit on his lap.</s>	<\|message\|>Annette Delauney Annette Delauney, C2 Building Well, this place was filling up fast, and it had to be a logistical nightmare for the government, with all these foreigners showing up. But that was the result of arbitrary decisions like that. You'd think that the government would know that. But apparently not. So she walked about, viewing the crowds, as she looked for her amusement. As it turned out though, amusement and activity would find her first as some brave soul came yup to her, speaking in French. She looked him over, getting the distinct impression that he was some sort of tourist, if the luggage was anything to go by. It was another sign of the incompetence here, that had been prompted by the abrupt call to gather here. And it wasn't surprising that there would be some other Frenchmen here as well. "Oui, il est, monsieur," she replied in turn, a slight grin turning the corners of her lips as she fixed her attention upon the man. There was some surprise at the fact that he apparently knew her name, but she quickly submerged that surprise as she looked down to see the badge. Well, that was interesting. "Indeed, but sadly I don't have much of a choice in the matter," she sighed. At the same time, she began planning out what to do, using the advantage given by her sunglasses to check behind him for other agents. If this was some sort of Interpol operation, then she'd have to be prepared to get out in a hurry, especially if they knew and were prepared for the full extent of her abilities. But she attempted to convey none of that as a hand rested on her hip, displaying all signs of ease. Fortunately, he seemed to realize that his presence could be taken the wrong way, though she wasn't entirely convinced of his professed innocence in presence. Call it a force of habit. "A pleasure to make your acquaintance Leon," she answered, drawing on her skills in social interactions to give him the due grace he deserved. "Just seeing the sights, looking for some excitement." It was the truth, but she'd leave it for Leon to choose whether he could believe her or not. An eyebrow rose at the mention of a murder investigation, her interest piqued. She was hardly concerned about getting attacked herself, given her skill and abilities, but it did promise something interesting. "Sadly, I haven't," she replied with a shake of her head. "Kidnapping is so...distasteful. I could look into it though, with the right...persuasion." The intent there was obvious. If Leon wanted her help, he was going to have to make it worth her while. At that point the presentation began, and Annette turned to watch, but she wasn't as impressed. She was no scientist, but what the good Doctor was talking about sounded crazy, and until she saw some proof that he was uniting space and time in a single form, or whatever, she wasn't going to believe him. Sure, there were the lights, but that was hardly proof of anything given technology that was present, and it was more than possible that that was a clever simulation, so she treated it with healthy skepticism. At the same time, she kept an ear open for Leon, and what he might try next.</s>
<\|description\|>Jason Ford. Age: 21 (Born; 23 October, 2029) Gender: Male Class: Human Appearance: Jason Jason stands at an impressive 5'10, and weighs around 145 pounds. His most prominent physical trait are his dark brown, long hair which he seldom wraps in a ponytail of sorts. His eyes possess a brownish, hazel color. In terms of clothes, he favors long coats, scarfs and jeans, but is able to adapt depending on the season and the weather. He also has a thing for dull, darker colors, which is what you'd expect from a man who was imprisoned all his life. As for his physique, he is rather skinny and isn't much fond of exercise, which is odd taking into account he has a big appetite. Background: Originating from the United States, Jason was born as the legitimate son of Benedict and Chantry Ford. Due to his father occupying a very crucial position in the US cabinet, their family had enough wealth and privileges to give the Queen of England a run for her money. Unfortunately, the young Ford learned it the hard way that money doesn't equal happiness. Since the get-go, his father had kept him in isolation, stripping him off the chance to make friends and even brainwashing him by thoroughly explaining the disadvantages of sentiment. Every single day after school, he'd sent a chauffeur to pick the boy up, designed a strict diet especially for him and every evening, he would put his intelligence to a test. But even though intelligent, Jason still couldn't comprehend his father's behavior and his obsession with staying healthy. Everything came together in a December night of 2037. An eight year old Jason was invited to a fancy, but secluded place, along with his father, where he was explained the reason why his childhood was robbed of him. Ever since the discovery of the Pure Energy, there were several independent and government organizations who wanted to know the truth about it and the machine that made sure the dust spread out; Madou. The United States had gathered a few pieces of the puzzle, and they were paranoid. The encrypting programs they had designed to store intel proved to be less than effective in the past, so they couldn't trust a secret so big at the hands of machines. That's where Jason came in. The strict diet, the evening games, the strict 'no friend' rules were all stages of a grueling mental training that was supposed to expand the boy's memory repository until it eventually developed eidetic capabilities. He was a vessel, an organic machine, marked to carry government secrets. He was a safe bet, taking into account no human, no matter how cunning and smart, would ever suspect that a child was capable of storing large amounts of information. Benedict's path to raising a child led to several disagreements between him and his wife, Chantry. She was against keeping the child in isolation, while he justified his actions by claiming the boy was a national treasure. Fast forward a few months, and the Ford couple filed for a divorce, with Benedict arranging to have full custody over the child. That didn't fare well with Chantry, but she didn't commit anything heinous, choosing to live with her burden instead. Of course, a normal human could only hold so much. Ten years later, one bright Wednesday, an aging Chantry made a run before the U.S senate and began listing everything she knew about her husband's dirty work, including the secret about her only son. She couldn't reveal enough before she was hit by a knockout round on her neck, but she did enough to warrant an immediate evacuation. Later that Wednesday, at night, Jason was booked a flight to Japan, but not before being forced to undertake a 'therapy session', which was in fact a hypnotic memory wipe. Traces of the Pure Energy and Madou were totally eliminated, while there was still something left concerning his family and his father's shady backdoor dealings, which would haunt him for the following years. After the incident, Benedict got his son a nice apartment in Shimizu and enough money to live for an eternity. He refrained from visiting his estranged son, and that actually worked for the better, as Jason used all his resources to set up an awareness group called "Sakurai" that was dead set on uncovering information about the Pure Energy. He had no bright memories to cherish, which made him focus all the more at the silhouette his missing memories left. Somehow, he had a hunch that the Energy was linked to his past. Personality: Like his father, Jason was an arrogant and stuck up creature of habit. Due to his extraordinary intelligence, he always used to make fun of his peers, and sometimes, professors, never exhibiting any pleasurable trait in his personality. What was unique, however, was the fact that he was well aware of his behavior and the effect it had on his surroundings. He knew that it was his father, Benedict, the one who planted these seeds that improved his analytical and rational thinking, but in turn deprived him off his humanity, also arguing that there must have been a hereditary factor in the equation. He just didn't care enough, embracing his role as a human storage. Over the course of the years, his behavior changed. Whether it's for the better or for the worse, it all depends on where you stand. He became more rebellious and less willing to adhere to his Dad's rules, often prompting Benedict to go a little overboard on his punishment. After he was abandoned in Japan, he started showing traits of determination, motivated to find more about his lost memory to the point where he even found an organization, 'Sakurai'. His behavior also softened a tad, as he became more and more accommodated to conversing with other fellow human beings, even though he still believed he was a one rank higher than them in the non-existing societal hierarchy. He also has developed a sense of humor over time, a dark sense of humor but a sense nevertheless. Skills/Abilities: ~ Improved Intellect/Eidetic Memory ~ Jason's memory storage is expanded to the point where he could learn Japanese in a matter of one week. He has the ability to recall trivial details after being exposed only once to them. He also possesses an outstanding intellect, proving to be very knowledgeable on politics, science and even able to jump to conclusions via the collective powers of induction and deduction. Miscellaneous: * He has multiple blemishes in his back and lower back, courtesy of his father and the rough riding crop he carried. * Jason has a licensed Zenith 10 mm stored in one of his drawers, but rarely uses it. * He also possesses an Android phone which enables him with with a real time feed of everything that's happening in the 'Sakurai' nerve center. * 'Sakurai' main office is based west of Shimizu, in a four story building. * Jason is a superb cook, able to memorize over forty-three recipes. That's the main reason he always eats at home. Theme: Gorillaz - Feel Good Inc.</s> <\|message\|>Masayume Yakuse (正夢役背) Name: Masayume Yakuse Location: The floating City of Tian Jin. Yakuse had expected worse to be honest. It seems the girl is keeping her words for not using the power of hers at least. Esper... huh indeed that the number of them is increasing lately but he didn't expect to meet one in such situation. Abandoned Esper, no, little girl actually. It's true that the time of age they're in is like a fantasy of its own, but living as oddities in this world is not so forgiving. She must've seen lots of ugly expression of others; anger, fear, agony, disgust, and much more. But once she lose her sense of trust, she will eventually crumble. "You will be surprised knowing what waits you there" Yakuse took out something from his pocket and threw it onto the air. A piece of paper float aimlessly above. In mist of that, Yakuse active his Madou, "coating" the surrounding air with its energy. It makes everything under its area of effect to be heavier and lower people's perception of time, all beside Yakuse who control it. Why would he do it this far? He doesn't really care about the guy who got his money taken, since it was his own fault to begin with. Maybe he just want to stop this girl from going to the wrong path, or because it's his duty as educator, or because she resemblance her, he wasn't sure. For now, his goal is just to take the money she stole. Hnph, Yakuse swiftly steps forward and reach out his hand to where the girl put the money, attempting to take it. ----------------- Name: ??? Location: A certain apartment. He's late. He's late, he's late! It was a children's impeachment yelling. There's no one in the room to listen to it, and it simply dissolve into the air. A little girl, appears to be around the age of either elementary or middle school, is all alone in the dimly light room. Unable to stand the solitary, the girl stand up attempting to leave through the exit. clig The door won't open, it's locked. Masayume Yakuse had expected this and locked the door from outside. There are no keys inside, so basically the little girl is locked inside. There are some food and snacks inside the refrigerator but she's tired of them. It's almost seven p.m, time for girls' famous anime 『Revive! Mystical Priest Girl Rasupu-chan』 to air. Yakuse had promised to go back before then, but from the looks of it he would be late.</s> <\|message\|>Maria Black Maria Maria watched the guy move, and now he was even faster. How does he keep speeding up like that? She thought, trying to avoid his grasp. Then she noticed the piece of paper flying faster than it should be. I see now, it's not him that's getting faster, it's ME that's getting slower. However, knowing this didn't help her out of the situation, and nothing she could think of besides breaking her promise would. She raised her hands above her head and stopped moving. "I give up, you win." She said, reaching her hand into the pocket with the money and taking it out. "You can have it. A deal is a deal."</s> <\|message\|>Masayume Yakuse (正夢役背) Name: Masayume Yakuse Location: The floating City of Tian Jin In the end, he couldn't figure what her power might've. Doesn't matter actually. He got the money and he did what he have to do. His spell stop shortly after, releasing her from his binding. "Not much of an exchange though, but take that" The paper he threw earlier eventually fell onto the ground, revealing what it is. A school pamphlet. It was the thing he made earlier back at school. It was meant to be distributed later after new year, but giving it out earlier won't be a problem. Furthermore, Chengdu Moshu Yanjiu Academy possess much more secrets and talent like her is essential in the future. "Masayume Yakuse, Japanese. My address and numbers are on there, contact me if you will" He bid farewell, and leave while blending in with the crowd nearby. He have no use for the money and he would give it out to a charity or something he find along the way. Masayume Yakuse's job ends here for now, it will be sometime in the future where he will be needed. But now, he have another little girl to take care of.</s>	<\|message\|>Jason Ford. Sporting a pair of skintight black pants, a white shirt and a black tie to match it, with the newest edition of dark blue Adidas sneakers, Jason's fashion choice for that day was a blend of formal and casual wear. He was also pulling a wheeled, leather luggage around him which contained some pretty serious stuff, serious enough to plunge him deep inside that corner of his mind. Walking towards the entrance almost like a somnambulist, playing different scenarios in his head, he felt a slight bump down his right rib followed by the sticky sensation of a cold liquid spraying down his shirt. Sucking his frustration deep inside the dark pits of his heart, Jason collected himself and exhaled in an attempt to spit out all the figurative venom that was flowing around his veins. Great. First that intoxicated chauffeur, now her. Perhaps Tian Jin wasn't a good vacation spot after all. Upon getting back to his senses, however, he noticed that not only she wasn't Chinese, she also was kind of an oddball. Her dress was laced with ornaments, her hair color was a light blue (aside from her hair reaching down to her knees) but most importantly; she was wiggling a tail, furiously while at that. Jason had heard of these children's mechanical toys which were infused with simplified A.Is and that could perform various tasks on command, but that wasn't the case there. Heck, after bumping on her, he was also pretty sure she was making her ice cream float, that or his brain was playing games. No. His brain never plays games. Jason was very suspicious that she could be a mage, or worse, an Esper and the least thing he wanted was to piss off a stuck-up weapon of mass destruction. He hadn't even seen the resort's interior yet. "I'm terribly sorry about this, but to be fair you did bump on me.", the young man responded, mustering a half-arsed smirk in an effort to appear as friendly as possible. Slipping his right hand on his pocket, he pulled out his wallet and got a couple of dollar bills, extending his hand towards the girl, who was probably no older than sixteen. "These will suffice for any kind of inconvenience I may have caused, and then some.", he said, his smile gradually vanishing as he did so.</s>
<\|description\|>Jason Ford. Age: 21 (Born; 23 October, 2029) Gender: Male Class: Human Appearance: Jason Jason stands at an impressive 5'10, and weighs around 145 pounds. His most prominent physical trait are his dark brown, long hair which he seldom wraps in a ponytail of sorts. His eyes possess a brownish, hazel color. In terms of clothes, he favors long coats, scarfs and jeans, but is able to adapt depending on the season and the weather. He also has a thing for dull, darker colors, which is what you'd expect from a man who was imprisoned all his life. As for his physique, he is rather skinny and isn't much fond of exercise, which is odd taking into account he has a big appetite. Background: Originating from the United States, Jason was born as the legitimate son of Benedict and Chantry Ford. Due to his father occupying a very crucial position in the US cabinet, their family had enough wealth and privileges to give the Queen of England a run for her money. Unfortunately, the young Ford learned it the hard way that money doesn't equal happiness. Since the get-go, his father had kept him in isolation, stripping him off the chance to make friends and even brainwashing him by thoroughly explaining the disadvantages of sentiment. Every single day after school, he'd sent a chauffeur to pick the boy up, designed a strict diet especially for him and every evening, he would put his intelligence to a test. But even though intelligent, Jason still couldn't comprehend his father's behavior and his obsession with staying healthy. Everything came together in a December night of 2037. An eight year old Jason was invited to a fancy, but secluded place, along with his father, where he was explained the reason why his childhood was robbed of him. Ever since the discovery of the Pure Energy, there were several independent and government organizations who wanted to know the truth about it and the machine that made sure the dust spread out; Madou. The United States had gathered a few pieces of the puzzle, and they were paranoid. The encrypting programs they had designed to store intel proved to be less than effective in the past, so they couldn't trust a secret so big at the hands of machines. That's where Jason came in. The strict diet, the evening games, the strict 'no friend' rules were all stages of a grueling mental training that was supposed to expand the boy's memory repository until it eventually developed eidetic capabilities. He was a vessel, an organic machine, marked to carry government secrets. He was a safe bet, taking into account no human, no matter how cunning and smart, would ever suspect that a child was capable of storing large amounts of information. Benedict's path to raising a child led to several disagreements between him and his wife, Chantry. She was against keeping the child in isolation, while he justified his actions by claiming the boy was a national treasure. Fast forward a few months, and the Ford couple filed for a divorce, with Benedict arranging to have full custody over the child. That didn't fare well with Chantry, but she didn't commit anything heinous, choosing to live with her burden instead. Of course, a normal human could only hold so much. Ten years later, one bright Wednesday, an aging Chantry made a run before the U.S senate and began listing everything she knew about her husband's dirty work, including the secret about her only son. She couldn't reveal enough before she was hit by a knockout round on her neck, but she did enough to warrant an immediate evacuation. Later that Wednesday, at night, Jason was booked a flight to Japan, but not before being forced to undertake a 'therapy session', which was in fact a hypnotic memory wipe. Traces of the Pure Energy and Madou were totally eliminated, while there was still something left concerning his family and his father's shady backdoor dealings, which would haunt him for the following years. After the incident, Benedict got his son a nice apartment in Shimizu and enough money to live for an eternity. He refrained from visiting his estranged son, and that actually worked for the better, as Jason used all his resources to set up an awareness group called "Sakurai" that was dead set on uncovering information about the Pure Energy. He had no bright memories to cherish, which made him focus all the more at the silhouette his missing memories left. Somehow, he had a hunch that the Energy was linked to his past. Personality: Like his father, Jason was an arrogant and stuck up creature of habit. Due to his extraordinary intelligence, he always used to make fun of his peers, and sometimes, professors, never exhibiting any pleasurable trait in his personality. What was unique, however, was the fact that he was well aware of his behavior and the effect it had on his surroundings. He knew that it was his father, Benedict, the one who planted these seeds that improved his analytical and rational thinking, but in turn deprived him off his humanity, also arguing that there must have been a hereditary factor in the equation. He just didn't care enough, embracing his role as a human storage. Over the course of the years, his behavior changed. Whether it's for the better or for the worse, it all depends on where you stand. He became more rebellious and less willing to adhere to his Dad's rules, often prompting Benedict to go a little overboard on his punishment. After he was abandoned in Japan, he started showing traits of determination, motivated to find more about his lost memory to the point where he even found an organization, 'Sakurai'. His behavior also softened a tad, as he became more and more accommodated to conversing with other fellow human beings, even though he still believed he was a one rank higher than them in the non-existing societal hierarchy. He also has developed a sense of humor over time, a dark sense of humor but a sense nevertheless. Skills/Abilities: ~ Improved Intellect/Eidetic Memory ~ Jason's memory storage is expanded to the point where he could learn Japanese in a matter of one week. He has the ability to recall trivial details after being exposed only once to them. He also possesses an outstanding intellect, proving to be very knowledgeable on politics, science and even able to jump to conclusions via the collective powers of induction and deduction. Miscellaneous: * He has multiple blemishes in his back and lower back, courtesy of his father and the rough riding crop he carried. * Jason has a licensed Zenith 10 mm stored in one of his drawers, but rarely uses it. * He also possesses an Android phone which enables him with with a real time feed of everything that's happening in the 'Sakurai' nerve center. * 'Sakurai' main office is based west of Shimizu, in a four story building. * Jason is a superb cook, able to memorize over forty-three recipes. That's the main reason he always eats at home. Theme: Gorillaz - Feel Good Inc.</s> <\|message\|>Annette Delauney Annette Delauney The cab ride was pleasant, at first, and rapidly descended into gridlock as a bunch of people made their way to the exact same spot that she was going, which was a bit much even for the road network of this place. Go figure. Annette sighed as she relaxed, looking out the window in dull monotony. The sense of urgency on the part of her driver was overwhelming, not. At last she got fed up, and tapped her driver on the shoulder. "Excuse me," she asked with a pleasant smile, lowering her sunglasses so she could look him in the eye. "Do you plan on having kids? Because if you do, I would suggest you take a more aggressive driving stance before I render you unable to do so, alright?" That earned a gulp and scared nod from the driver, and Annette smiled all the more as she sat back. The threat brought results as they began moving at a much more rapid pace through the cars and along city streets, until they were at the C2 Building, Fortunately they were early, and she was able to join the people arriving. "Thank you," she said to the driver, handing him some cash as she left the cab. "Keep the change." With that, she moved along and entered the building at a refined walk. It was a nice place, all things considered, but it could have been better. In her opinion. For the moment though, she went to mingle, and to potentially find something worth her time in all this mess and stupidity.</s> <\|message\|>Julia Miller Julia Julia leaned against the outside wall of the C2 building, lazily puffing on a cigarette. She would have gone in already, but she had a feeling it was a non-smoking area, and she needed some time to herself. Since she was an ambassador, she rarely got the time to just sit back and enjoy herself, it was always paperwork or meetings or fancy events. "Well, I shouldn't complain," She said absently. "There are more than a few perks that come with the job." She finished her smoke and dropped the butt on the ground, stamping it out with her shoe. "Alright," She said, pushing open the door and walking in, "Let's see what this is all about."</s> <\|message\|>Leon Gainsbourg Leon Gainsbourg Leon drew a final relaxed breath from his cigarette before throwing the stub away in a convenient nearby ashtray. More and more people flooded into the building in a seeming endless stream. It seems this city has it's fair share of visitors, some he even recognised. There was of course the occasional politcal figurehead, ambassadors and the like, not to mention a veritable ludicrous amount of tourists. Dressed in ridiculous shirts and gawking at everything, he could swear he saw one take a picture of a thrashcan for pete's sake. this meeting had not even started and he felt bored already, strolling around to look at the various photon screens displaying colourful images, asking everyone to gather at the C2 building. It seemed a bit futile to him to ask people to gather at building while they were already there. Powerful ESP'ers his left foot, not much use in forensics if the killer just makes bullets with their mind, if you asked him they only made his job harder. Of course there were some working on their side but all in all, he felt that one couldn't beat old fashioned footwork. His train of thought was interupted as he noticed a familiar sight crossing his path, not someone he knew perosnally but who had, shall we say, garnered quite a reputation for herself. The lovely Miss Delauney, the master thief and general troublemaker in person. He had seen her file with her picture drifting around the DGSE several times, conecting her to several high profile cases. Her file had always been remarkably small though, mostly some footnotes, a description and a photo from her débutante days. The sign of a true professional. Now she would have no reason to know who Leon was, after all besides his rather formal clothing , he was still carrying around his luggage and looked the part of a tourist. So he would be free to follow her around and maybe learn some more about the whole situation, a thief like her didn't come to a city like this without a reason. Combined with the fact that his investigation prior had lead him to the same place, he sincerely doubted this was all a coincidence. he could spy on her to figure out how she was involved. But where would the fun in that be? he was still technically off duty as long as he hadn't had his briefing with the local police chief and information was always best gained straight from the horse's mouth. Besides, he couldn't really call himself a proper french gentleman if he didn't introduce himself to a fellow countryman. So with a carefree smile and relaxed stride he made his way over to her, nodding his head slightly in greeting. "Bonjour mademoiselle, quelle belle matinée, n'est-ce pas? " His demeanour remained relaxed through it all, smile unfading, but his eyes betrayed him. he was watching her closely for any false move. "Much to nice of a morning to be stuck in a place like this, wouldn't you agree, mademoiselle Delauney?" He brushed aside his coat to place his hand in his pocket, making sure his badge marking him as a DGSE agent was briefly visible. Not wanting the situation to dissolve in a fight with all these bystanders around, he tried to keep everything civil and clear. " Not to worry miss, I'm off duty, just enjoying the sights like all of us. But I can't help but wonder, what a world renowned thief such as yourself would do in a place such as this? " Leon suddenly straightened as if he just remembered something before spreading his hand on his chest in an apologetic manner. "Ah, mais comme je suis bête, how foolish of me, I haven't introduced myself. My name is Leon Gainsbourgh, but please, call me Leon. " He paused for just a moment to gauge her reaction before continueing. "I'm not here for you miss Delauney, I had just hoped that you with your connections and experiences in the more seedier parts of the world would be willing to help in a murder investigation. The killer seems to focus on beautiful young ladies such as yourself, a shame really. You wouldn't happened to have heard of anything like that, have you?"</s>	<\|message\|>Jason Ford. The 'invitation' for the C2 building event happened just while Jason was drying out his hair, after taking a hot shower. He turned off the dryer and peeled his eyes at the 40 inch TV, which would probably cost a fortune. What captivated his attention during the broadcast was the fact that the announcer specified foreigners, hinting that tourists the likes of him were of some importance for whatever was happening in that building. "I should work on my timing", he exclaimed under his breath, rubbing his hair 'till they got very messy and then parting them slightly to the left, not bothering to use a comb. Wearing nothing but his boxers, he made his way to his luggage and unpacked some of his items, including his gun which he was planning to carry with him to the event in case he'd be assaulted by another toddler. After a brief fashion dilemma, characterized by Jason stroking his hairless chin, he finally went on with a pair of skin tight jeans, his favorite, a brown leather jacket and a white t-shirt with black stripes. Upon making his way out of the enormous hotel, he hailed a cab while in the sidewalk in front of the Red Dragon Resort. Tian Jin was a pretty dense place, so getting a cab wasn't much of a bother. The C2 Building wasn't far either, taking about 10 minutes for the cab to reach there. Tipping the cab driver and opening the door, he stood in front of the C2 Building entrance for a moment or so, observing all the tourists and the natives causing an uproar around the place, creating a very heavy atmosphere. "This better be good.", Jason muttered to himself yet again, taking his first steps inside the building.</s>
<\|description\|>Ellis Val Sonata. "Surrender and become mine... It is your only option." Age: She claims to have 18, though many think she is younger. Race: Human. Personality: Ellis is someone quite monotone in the way she talks, showing no emotion neither in her expressions or her words. However, this doesn't mean she is emotionless, rather, she does indeed have lots of emotions, and most of them are full of perverted-ness. Do not be fooled by her child-like exterior, since inside her resides one of the most perverted creatures that have ever walked through Earth, and one with a really odd sense of modesty too. She has no sense of decency whatsoevr and kisses everyone she meets the first time she does. She is also quite the oddball, often saying she is in fact, a succubus. She also likes to play tricks and annoy other people, mostly those she would consider her rivals. She prepares traps, pranks and things of the like to infuriate others, often getting out of line because of them. While some thought at first that it was a childish attempt to get attention, they were proved wrong after people tried to shower her with enough attention for her to be satisfied, but that changed nothing, as Ellis had only acquired easier targets for her pranks, as well as favorite victims for them. Ellis continues to prank others even to this day, and often gets on the nerves of others just by using her sharp tongue. While she could be described more as an imp rather than a devil, because of her more childish personality in general, she is still rather twisted. Powers and Abilities: TBR Background: TBR</s> <\|message\|>Arata Aoshiki (First name, last name) The truck shuddered with every bump in the road and every little stop, shaking the Japanese stowaway from any attempt at getting a good rest. Hiding out in the back corner of some kind of shipping truck probably wasn't the best of ideas, but he'd done it on impulse, he didn't think the whole process through and now he was god-knows-where . Actually, now that Arata though about it, that described his whole adventure so far. A series of stupid decisions leading to lots of regret. Gah, he should've never left Japan in the first place. The truck stopped abruptly for the umpteenth time, as Arata heard words spoken in a language he couldn't much understand. It sounded Asian though, but that was probably to be expected when entering a Chinese shipping truck. The teen listened silently. Upon the sound of footsteps circling around the vehicle, Arata's eyes widened. 'W-Wait. Is-Is this it? What happens if they find me back here? No - gah - that's dumb, I'm a ESPer with a good power, I can deal with it, I can deal with it,' the teen ESPer thought, glancing around his immediate surroundings. Other than the shipments of what seemed to be food items, there wasn't much to work with. No openings to warp or anything. 'That's alright...that's alright,' he reassured himself glancing to the doors on the back, 'I just gotta be quick enough to designate, calc, and run, ne?' A moment after the first ray of light shone into the area, Arata was gone, sprawled on the pavement a several meters from the truck. "Gah..." he groaned, picking himself up off the ground as an announcement blared in the background. Something about foreigners, ESPers, and a C2 building. Unfortunately he didn't really catch it in between the whole 'temporarily shortening the fabric of space as casually as one would solve a simple maths equation' thing. Admittedly one of the more simple applications of his power - just a basic shortening and extension with no significant modification to the space - and very, very useful for quick movement. And if there was one thing he was good at, it was running from responsibilities, which made it useful twofold. Haha. A shame Arata was lost though, maybe then he could have put it to better use. At least he knew he was still in China, based on the surroundings. "Umm... He-Hello, sir?" Arata asked the nearest bystander, stopping from his assault on the laws of physics to inquire about what exactly he was to do, "What did that, uh, announcement say... exactly?" The man looked at the dirty, vagrant-like young man and sighed. "Curfew is in effect, and all foreigners go to the C2 building," he said in shoddy, but understandable Japanese before pointing at a building yonder, "It's that one. It is not far of a walk." He then proceeded to say something in what was probably Chinese. The tone wasn't very nice, so Arata just did his best to laugh it off and think on the positive side. "Thanks, mister," he said before heading to the C2 building. 'I should probably get a change of clothes and a shower when I can... I don't think anyone appreciates my disheveled appearance right now,' Arata thought, 'Hopefully I'll find something at this 'C2 building' place'</s> <\|message\|>Yang Ming-Yu Collab Post with Mira Akio and Haruna "Yakuse-Lǎoshī! Hi!" She catches up with them, My names is Mei Fang Huang! It's always cool to catch up with my best friend and father figure teacher, Yakuse-san. I've known them ever since and they've always stood by me. More like yeah, literally. My Father is the Prime Minister of this country but still for a position like that he rarely have time for me so I stay with my best friend and his Uncle's house all sometimes, if not all the time. They need not worry because I am the one who cooks all the delicious food! More like I cook with my hearts content I glomp them both as always, my pleasure to greet the people who takes care of me. "Mei, stop you racketing. It's embarrassing. Besides aren't you going to visit the C2 Building? We can't just go inside, only rich people are allowed to go." He said with a dismayed and reluctant voice. I replied. "Stop complaining Min-Min! I got this covered. Sides, you guys always get the good stuff when I'm around. I'm sure Dad's men will let us pass by." That's right, Dad always lets us pass by. In our case anyway, most of the people here are free to go because they are financially stable enough to afford such thing, the way Dad rules the country is half assed and some people might not even enter the C2 Building because of valid IDs. Only the lucky ones get to the building. Ming Yu just sighed and let it go, "Fine, Uncle. Let's go, I couldn't give a single shit and I always wanted to meet Richard Queen in person. OHH!! LOOK WHO DECIDED TO SHOW UP." He smacks the brat looking girl right to her head. Ming Yu isn't cool with her antics of being late."Yeah! Yeah! Good weather, don't be stupid and believe the weather forecast, it's clearly cloudy. We're not in the opposite world, Ellis. Tch.. don't change the topic. Uncle! We need to go to the C2 Building. You promised that since last week right? With Mei we can get in there." Richard Queen is Ming Yu's inspiration. His grades in school aren't that bad but his Science and Math are the only thing that's good. Hehehe, I'm so trolling them right now."Bleeeh. Min-Min. Dad just said we can go to the building, it is free. He just announced it and I personally know Dr. Queen." I pat his head. Ming Yu replied furiously."IDIOT! WHY DO I ALWAYS HAVE TO FALL FOR YOUR TRICKS!" He breathes heavily like a dragon. I said."That's because you're not a good listener and even in school you have low grades. Anyway, Yakuse-sensei, let's go! We don't want to hear Min-Min whine all day, don't we? Hahaha!" Right, I twisted the situation again. Making him believe that what I said was true but it was a joke to make Ming Yu confused and puzzled. CONFUZZLED! To be honest with all my energy. I forgot to notice Ellis."Hi Ellis!" He replies to them. Grabbing the both of them with their hands."Uncle! Let's not waste time. Tch... talking about attention span, you're the one with short attention span." He said to them. Dr.Richard Queen Near C2 Building This man is a descendant of Elias Queen the mother of magic and technology, he is the host for tonight's event. He is China's top 10 Scientist and one world's top ranking investor and the man who currently runs to Queen Labs Institute and funds Chengdu Moshu Yanju. Tonight will change everyone's mind about what he's going to show. He made a hologram contact with 3 of the existing H-W.M.D Espers. "People. Get ready, we're gonna make one hell of a presentation. Mr. Arata, Mr. Amamiya, Ms. Miller. Remind me to correct Prime Minister Huang about having only two Espers. I need you guys ASAP on C2 Quadrillion Stage where all events are held, we're going be facing hundreds and thousands out there."</s> <\|message\|>Masayume Yakuse (正夢役背) Name: Masayume Yakuse "Like I said, call me Masayume in public" Warned him lightly. Even though they're pretty close having a student calling him with his given name is still pretty embarrassing. The residences of Masayume household are what you would call eccentric people. Yang Ming-Yu, a boy on his rebellion stage. Mei Fang Huang, the commuting wife (通い妻). And Ellis Val Sonata, the thorny petite girl. The three of them, excluding Ellis who will enroll shortly in the future, are Yakuse's student in Chengdu Moshu Yanjiu Academy. Just few years ago Yakuse was living a tranquil life, spending each day all alone. But once he taken Ming under his wing, things changes. Mei began to show up at their place from time to time and slowly become a daily routine. And by the time they know it she became part of the family. Same goes with Ellis. And then there's her... a little girl whom he taken in few weeks ago. "I guess that is everyone" He stated, and lead everyone to the C2 Building. C2 Building is what you would call a "Event Hall" in a MMO. It has size nearly twice of a baseball stadium and can hold most of the citizen of the city. From here there is a stair which lead you to the lower level emergency shelter in case of something to happen, ensuring your safety. The inside of the building itself is spacious as you would expect and is filled with glass panel to project images. These glasses are called "Photon Glass" A multipurpose glass that can be utilized into various interactive uses. It can display any images and also work as a touch panel. These photon glass are placed throughout the cities as replacement for TV screen, notice signs, banisters, vending machine display, table, counter, and so on. It's part of daily life in this floating City of Tian Jin. Yakuse sensed a bad feeling about this "event" the city is held. Furthermore...</s>	<\|message\|>Ellis Val Sonata. Ellis Val Sonata "Ouch. That hurt." Ellis caresses her head, after being hit by Ming. Her tail also dropped down, seemingly sadder. "You are a meanie, Yang. I heard that's how humans make conversation. How they 'break the ice'." Ellis said, puffing her cheeks, even though her poker face remained the same otherwise than that. Her tail moved around, seemingly pretty angry. She then turns to Mei. "Hi Fang. You seem to either have a slow reaction time or are rude enough to actually ignore my precense." Ellis said, her tail moving around with joy yet again. Still, the lack of emotion in her voice might confuse things. "That was a joke, by the way." After that, she saw Masayume, tilting her head. "Where are we going?" Of course, Ellis had no intention of climbing down from Yang's shoulders, putting his face between her thighs and squeezing it. "We are going to that 'C2' place? Is it tasty?" Even if she tried to feign ignorance, it would be impossible for her not to know what it was. It was the place where those strong guys would gather. "Ne, Yang, what's gonna happen? Someone's fighting or something?" Amamiya Kaito ~ Sonar "Finally! We getting some action! Not real action, but I can cope with this." Kaito said, standing up from his seat and moving his head around for a bit. "So, Arata and Miller, huh? No idea of who they are, but let's hope they are tolerable, not like that gal that dared call herself a teacher." Kaito put his hands in his pockets and walked away, to the quadrillion-whatever that guy had talked about. He still had to ask for some directions. "I wonder who's great idea it was to turn this into a labyrinth... Well, I should stumble upon it sooner or later." Kaito continued his aimless stroll, until finally reaching his destination. "Damn, I almost got lost there... Still the first one to arrive, huh? Well, no matter." He went to a nearby wall and leaned on it, before opening his eye and seeing the state of the room he was in. It was fairly messy, yes, it was the backstage of some grandiose place after all. "Goddammit, you guys. Clean this place a bit, won't ya?" Unable to control his urge, Kaito walked around the room, fixing it for it to look a bit better, worrying about little details that only someone with OCD would notice. It'd be a long time before he was finally satisfied.</s>
<\|description\|>Victor Glarus Age: 47 Gender: Male Appearance: Victor is a well built man, standing tall at 6'2 and weighing 13 stone; his build is that of a somewhat toned and a quite slim, wiry frame, although he is quite sturdy and is a lot stronger than he looks. Victor has a pair of dark hazel eyes, that have a shine of wisdom within them, paired with a steely determination. His hair is a jet black thatch of unkempt and unruly hair that reaches down to the nape of his neck, the ends having a slight curl to them. His features are quite handsome, his nose is straight and his skin is relatively pale but he still looks like he's full of health, even if he is getting on a bit. His eyebrows are very prominent and make his expression quite stern whenever he's deep in thought or concentrating, it can quite easily be mistaken for a glare if someone is unfamiliar with Victor. His jaw line and cheekbones are both strongly set and small stubble is commonly found on his face. Class: Human Background: Victor is from the small island known as Great Britain, and he does surprisingly well for himself in his home land, being from a semi-influential family; his mother a doctor, and his father a General in the military. He had a tough upbringing with lots of expectations, with every mistake he made being a painful reminder from his parents that he would fail, and every success a way to raise the bar of his parents expectations of him, something he doubted many a time he would ever reach. But his time at college and then university - which resulted in him become a Barrister - was something both he and his parents were exceptionally proud of, but for quite some time now, Victor was growing dubious of the state his country was in, both internally and internationally. He began to form a budding interest in Japan; he started learning about its history, its rise from Feudalism to imperialism, influential samurai like Minamoto no Raiko and Uesugi Kenshin as well as many others. Their history entrapped him and as a result he began to study Japanese law, becoming incredibly proficient in it, he stated his intentions to his parents; which received a jaded reply but nevertheless their support. Victor loves Japanese culture but more so of their history, he's both proficient in their history and their language and is proving to be a decent Lawyer in a foreign country something that is really quite rare. Personality: Victor has lived through a tough childhood, it hasn't made him cruel or unforgiving, however, if anything he thrived under the scrutiny his parents gave him, it has made him a very strong willed person, someone who will do whatever it takes to do what needs to be done. However through the years Victor has become quite a mellow and contemplative person, he's commonly found in thought; he prefers to think situations through and does so well as it is his strength. Other than being quite a serious person he is very easy going around those he likes and once he opens up to his friends they see him for who he truly is. A kind and thoughtful person who is quick to a smile. However, logic dominates his thinking and reasoning, as a result he is not very fond of those driven purely by emotion, these people frustrate him as he can never work out what they're thinking or why the performs certain acts. Skills/Abilities: Diplomatic- Thinks things out very well and resolves problems with rational and logic. Master of Kendo- A traditional and very old sport in Japan, it's slowly dieing out but Victor has proven his mettle in the sport, as a result his reaction time and reflexes are borderline flawless. A virtuoso on the Piano and on the Violin. Loves chess, a way to hone the mind and learn more about his opponent. Misc: Owns a legitimate Masamune Katana, something of incredible cost and worth, both historically and personally. His name commands a certain amount of respect back in Japan, and is widely known throughout Tokyo.</s> <\|message\|>Annette Delauney Annette Delauney The cab ride was pleasant, at first, and rapidly descended into gridlock as a bunch of people made their way to the exact same spot that she was going, which was a bit much even for the road network of this place. Go figure. Annette sighed as she relaxed, looking out the window in dull monotony. The sense of urgency on the part of her driver was overwhelming, not. At last she got fed up, and tapped her driver on the shoulder. "Excuse me," she asked with a pleasant smile, lowering her sunglasses so she could look him in the eye. "Do you plan on having kids? Because if you do, I would suggest you take a more aggressive driving stance before I render you unable to do so, alright?" That earned a gulp and scared nod from the driver, and Annette smiled all the more as she sat back. The threat brought results as they began moving at a much more rapid pace through the cars and along city streets, until they were at the C2 Building, Fortunately they were early, and she was able to join the people arriving. "Thank you," she said to the driver, handing him some cash as she left the cab. "Keep the change." With that, she moved along and entered the building at a refined walk. It was a nice place, all things considered, but it could have been better. In her opinion. For the moment though, she went to mingle, and to potentially find something worth her time in all this mess and stupidity.</s> <\|message\|>Julia Miller Julia Julia leaned against the outside wall of the C2 building, lazily puffing on a cigarette. She would have gone in already, but she had a feeling it was a non-smoking area, and she needed some time to herself. Since she was an ambassador, she rarely got the time to just sit back and enjoy herself, it was always paperwork or meetings or fancy events. "Well, I shouldn't complain," She said absently. "There are more than a few perks that come with the job." She finished her smoke and dropped the butt on the ground, stamping it out with her shoe. "Alright," She said, pushing open the door and walking in, "Let's see what this is all about."</s> <\|message\|>Leon Gainsbourg Leon Gainsbourg Leon drew a final relaxed breath from his cigarette before throwing the stub away in a convenient nearby ashtray. More and more people flooded into the building in a seeming endless stream. It seems this city has it's fair share of visitors, some he even recognised. There was of course the occasional politcal figurehead, ambassadors and the like, not to mention a veritable ludicrous amount of tourists. Dressed in ridiculous shirts and gawking at everything, he could swear he saw one take a picture of a thrashcan for pete's sake. this meeting had not even started and he felt bored already, strolling around to look at the various photon screens displaying colourful images, asking everyone to gather at the C2 building. It seemed a bit futile to him to ask people to gather at building while they were already there. Powerful ESP'ers his left foot, not much use in forensics if the killer just makes bullets with their mind, if you asked him they only made his job harder. Of course there were some working on their side but all in all, he felt that one couldn't beat old fashioned footwork. His train of thought was interupted as he noticed a familiar sight crossing his path, not someone he knew perosnally but who had, shall we say, garnered quite a reputation for herself. The lovely Miss Delauney, the master thief and general troublemaker in person. He had seen her file with her picture drifting around the DGSE several times, conecting her to several high profile cases. Her file had always been remarkably small though, mostly some footnotes, a description and a photo from her débutante days. The sign of a true professional. Now she would have no reason to know who Leon was, after all besides his rather formal clothing , he was still carrying around his luggage and looked the part of a tourist. So he would be free to follow her around and maybe learn some more about the whole situation, a thief like her didn't come to a city like this without a reason. Combined with the fact that his investigation prior had lead him to the same place, he sincerely doubted this was all a coincidence. he could spy on her to figure out how she was involved. But where would the fun in that be? he was still technically off duty as long as he hadn't had his briefing with the local police chief and information was always best gained straight from the horse's mouth. Besides, he couldn't really call himself a proper french gentleman if he didn't introduce himself to a fellow countryman. So with a carefree smile and relaxed stride he made his way over to her, nodding his head slightly in greeting. "Bonjour mademoiselle, quelle belle matinée, n'est-ce pas? " His demeanour remained relaxed through it all, smile unfading, but his eyes betrayed him. he was watching her closely for any false move. "Much to nice of a morning to be stuck in a place like this, wouldn't you agree, mademoiselle Delauney?" He brushed aside his coat to place his hand in his pocket, making sure his badge marking him as a DGSE agent was briefly visible. Not wanting the situation to dissolve in a fight with all these bystanders around, he tried to keep everything civil and clear. " Not to worry miss, I'm off duty, just enjoying the sights like all of us. But I can't help but wonder, what a world renowned thief such as yourself would do in a place such as this? " Leon suddenly straightened as if he just remembered something before spreading his hand on his chest in an apologetic manner. "Ah, mais comme je suis bête, how foolish of me, I haven't introduced myself. My name is Leon Gainsbourgh, but please, call me Leon. " He paused for just a moment to gauge her reaction before continueing. "I'm not here for you miss Delauney, I had just hoped that you with your connections and experiences in the more seedier parts of the world would be willing to help in a murder investigation. The killer seems to focus on beautiful young ladies such as yourself, a shame really. You wouldn't happened to have heard of anything like that, have you?"</s> <\|message\|>Jason Ford. The 'invitation' for the C2 building event happened just while Jason was drying out his hair, after taking a hot shower. He turned off the dryer and peeled his eyes at the 40 inch TV, which would probably cost a fortune. What captivated his attention during the broadcast was the fact that the announcer specified foreigners, hinting that tourists the likes of him were of some importance for whatever was happening in that building. "I should work on my timing", he exclaimed under his breath, rubbing his hair 'till they got very messy and then parting them slightly to the left, not bothering to use a comb. Wearing nothing but his boxers, he made his way to his luggage and unpacked some of his items, including his gun which he was planning to carry with him to the event in case he'd be assaulted by another toddler. After a brief fashion dilemma, characterized by Jason stroking his hairless chin, he finally went on with a pair of skin tight jeans, his favorite, a brown leather jacket and a white t-shirt with black stripes. Upon making his way out of the enormous hotel, he hailed a cab while in the sidewalk in front of the Red Dragon Resort. Tian Jin was a pretty dense place, so getting a cab wasn't much of a bother. The C2 Building wasn't far either, taking about 10 minutes for the cab to reach there. Tipping the cab driver and opening the door, he stood in front of the C2 Building entrance for a moment or so, observing all the tourists and the natives causing an uproar around the place, creating a very heavy atmosphere. "This better be good.", Jason muttered to himself yet again, taking his first steps inside the building.</s>	<\|message\|>Victor Glarus The walk had done some of its magic on Victor, the city was a stunning and breath taking sight, and another bonus was that the traffic was moving at a snails pace because a lot of people were heading in the same direction as he was, their intent, most likely the same. However, the time he had during the walk gave him some room for thought, it raised several questions about why this was happening. They were to meet 2 of Chinas most powerful ESpers, so, why was this? Maybe it was a play of power, showing all of the Gaijin that China was a very powerful nation, of course this seemed a little counter productive as the world already knew that China was a powerful nation, it has been since the dawn of civilsed humanity, upon which China was the recorded first. So, maybe it was a little more unsavoury than that. Whilst a dictatorship is, in Victors opinion, the best form of government there was always a chance... or rather almost a certainty the dictator was inept and a callous fool who was power hungry and had the ego to match, generally they had the ability to rule over a shrimp stall with their management skills, and even that was pushing it. Li Huang, however, seemed on the surface to be a sufficient ruler; China was benefiting greatly under his rule after all and their acceptance of outsiders had became a great deal more evident. Something that would warrant further thought later, Victor mused as he came up to the destination, a large building that reminded him of an Amphitheater, the purpose was likely of a similar kind. There were a great deal of people here, the hustle and bustle was immense, as was the sheer size of the building it could easily seat at the very least half of the city's population, but this amount of people made Victor all the more cautious, after all pick-pockets could be a serious problem here, so he made sure he had a firm grip on Mansumune, which only the very tip of the hilt and the very bottom of the lacquered saya was visible, unless you looked at a certain angle. The people themselves were of all colours and backgrounds, this was without a doubt. There was not a single consistent piece of clothing amongst any of them, however there were some who stood out from the crowd more so than others these people would no doubt be of some interest later on, but at the moment he would simply get a drink and wait for the announcement that the event was starting. After getting himself a cup of tea; which paled in comparison to the caliber he normally drank he simply watched the crowd, waiting for someone of note to catch his eye, maybe someone from Japan, or maybe an ESper, now that would be interesting Victor thought, a small smile made its way on his lips as he took a sip from his drink.</s>
<\|description\|>Arata Aoshiki (First name, last name) Age: 18 Gender: Male Class: ESPer Background: A Japanese youth who'd stumbled on to great power. Arata comes from a boring, nondescript family from Kyoto, and was rather unexceptional himself other than his excellent grades in school. He drifted through his education easily, and by the time college rolled around, was pretty much set for some boring desk job, or maybe something in scientific research. However, when he applied and received a scholarship to a university in Shimizu, little did he know that that would all change. He rented an apartment and moved to the city to complete his studies and earn a degree or two. He lived peacefully for a short time, a few months at most, until he decided to participate in the ESPer program after being persuaded to by one of his friends who took up research in that field. After receiving his ability, he used it to flee from Japan to China. Personality: Arata is a rather meek individual, but a reliable and honest one at least. Polite too. He maintains a kind demeanor and apologizes a lot, usually for stuff that's inconsequential to others. Though his heart is in the right place, Arata is often unsure of what he should do or if what he'd already done was the right thing. Not only that, but his aimless and indecisive nature makes him easy to manipulate. On the other hand, it also makes him a rather malleable individual, able to channel what potential he has into quickly picking up skills and traits. However, once he does finally settle on something to do, with or without external assistance, he'll do everything he can to succeed at that goal, and then likely feel bad about it afterwards. Skills/Abilities: ESPer Ability: Dimension Shift The ability to manipulate the properties of space, distance, and shapes. Specific applications of the ability are numerous, making for a powerful and versatile ability. His area of effect is anywhere that can be considered "within his field of vision" and "that which he can perceive", and areas targeted by his power need not be in that range at the same time. Passively, it distorts spatial coordinates on a microscopic scale, unnoticeable to the average person, but enough to throw off teleporters and sufficiently small objects. Naturally, as dimensions and proportions are key to this ability, the owner of this ability can discern them at a glance. Parkour A skill recently picked up. Arata's okay at it, but anything more complicated than hopping a fence or a short wall requires his ability. He's working on remedying that though. Driving Capable of using most cars and motorcycles. Any trucks or other nonstandard vehicles are beyond his ability, however. Misc:</s> <\|message\|>Annette Delauney Annette Delauney Annette sighed as she took another sip from her drink, sunglasses covered haze roving the place as she looked for something, anything worthy of her attention.But there wasn't anything that she could see, rendering this whole thing an increasing waste of her time. Not that she was entirely surprised given her status and abilities, but one could hope. Sadly, it seemed that such hope would be dashed upon the rocks. Woe was her. Fortunately, she had a drink, and that would suffice. But at this point she was contemplating seeing how many rooms she could break into and rob in a row before someone caught on. Her head perked up with the announcement then, rolling her eyes at the directives she had no intention of following if she had a say in the matter and it ended up being an inconvenience for her. Inviting all the foreigners in the city to this one building seemed like a really stupid idea, bu she wasn't going to object to it, the split decision made to go there. She hummed as she finished her drink, leaving it in place for one of the workers to retrieve as she rose from her seat. She might as well, the opportunity to meet two other high powered ESPers was worth it, and given what kind of gathering it seemed to be, odds were high that she'd find someone there worth her interest. At a moderate walk, she left the building and headed outside, past well dressed men and women, until she stood at the edge of the street. A hand raised to wave down a taxi, and one soon responded to her hails, pulling to a stop in front of her. She got in the backseat and sat down comfortable as she spoke to the middle aged man driving. "C2 Building, if you would," she instructed. The man nodded and pulled away into traffic. Soon, she'd be able to see what all the fuss was about.</s> <\|message\|>Victor Glarus Victor was just in the process of drying his hair with a towel when he heard the announcement by the ruler of china himself, quite interesting to be honest. It was in relation that all foreigners should go to this building named C2, and there, there would be 2 ESpers, this did pique his interest, back in Japan he knew of one although only in passing. Victor decided that he would go to this building and see what the fuss was about. He quickly dried himself off and shook his hair about a bit until it was in a position he liked, and he snapped open one of his suitcases, it contained some of his favouite wear, all of which is formal. He donned a a white, cotton buttoned shirt that was short sleeved, some straight black trousers, a gray waistcoat that had a black silk back, and Finally a dark navy blue mac, made from a very fine cotton. Victor looked at himself in a mirror and smiled slightly. I sure know how to dress well. Now, there was only a few things left, and one of them of great import. Victor pulled a very special belt from his suitcase, and wrapped it around his waist, but left it unbuckled for now, first he walked over to the the large metal container that was laid beside his King sized bed. This container in question is what caused a slight debacle down stairs in the lobby as it contained Victors Masamune Katana, he was unsure about the specific laws on swords in public, he doubted there would be much of an argument however, the firearm law stated that you were allowed to carry it so long as it was licensed to your name and that you didn't partake in beverages whilst having it on you. He assumed the same law counted for any other weapon on ones person; within reason. So, he put the code into the lock and then the key he always carried on him. And with a mechanical click the top opened up and inside there was a beautiful sight, an onyx black, lacquered wood Saya (Scabbard), the wood in question was a tarnished Ebony. The smell it gave was equally beautiful and alluring on the senses as the sight was. Taking the Katana out of its secure, temporary home he placed it where it belonged, clipped to the belt around his waist. One could see the insignia upon the hilt of the blade of the Masamune family, he doubted anyone would recognise it as one would have to be well taught in the art of Japanese blades and their history, as the blade in question was over 6 centuries old, and yet it was stronger and sharper than any blade that could be crafted with today's technology; this is why they cost so much. After putting his leather shoes on Victor straightened himself out and made sure he had everything he needed. Wallet, phone, some form of ID and more than enough money to see him to his destination and back. Victor began walking down stairs after leaving his room, deciding against the lift as he fancied the exercise. Chances are he'd not be doing a single session of Kendo for quite some time, so he'd get any excuse for some exercise where he could get it. A few minutes later and a discussion with the security as to why the scanner started beeping, he was on his way to the building that was named C2, the receptionist said that it was only a 20 minute walk away if you took the route she suggested. And so he did, the fresh air and walk would do him some good.</s> <\|message\|>Leon Gainsbourg Customs, it was always bloody customs that mucked up everything. Leon looked on in dissapointment as the rather unfriendly officer tossed his open package of Gauloises into the thrash. 'only closed packages allowed' The man had said in horribly broken English, sounding as bored as ever. The whole thing had just seemed amusing, what with his weapon not being any problem but his smokes discarded with extreme prejudice. Any attempts to reason had fallen on deaf ears, the worker drone having been here for so long he had lost any independant thought, especially for foreigners. "Ah, le pauvre salaud." Leon said with a smile, waving as he made his way out of the airport. It hardly mattered, he still had a sleeve of his brand in his lugagge, along with hs essentials. He stretched and breathed deeply as he stood on the sidewalk outside of the main building. Tian Jin, finally the flight had been murder on his spine and right now Leon absolutely craved some tea and a smoke, maybe squeeze in a small meal if he had the time. he still had some time before his meeting with the police chief of the city. Apparently Tian Jin had been used as distribution point for ampoules, the drug that had made it's way into most of europe and the world. If he could find out where they had been shipped from it might narrow down his search in Japan once its borders were open again. With a whistle he hailed one of the many cabs that circled around the airport, customers were easy pickings around here. "The Red Dragon Hotel, mon ami" Leon said as he tapped the driver on the shoulder, a couple of bills clutched between his fingers. The driver accepted his tip with a headnod and took off, leaving Leon to revel in the sights of the city in silence. It truly was a marvelous city, with towering buildings of shining glass piercing the clouds. Leon put on his headphones and brushed through the music on his cellphone, starting a beginner's course in practical Chinese, repeating the phrases in his head. While his English and Japanese were excellent, his Chinese left much to be desired and since he was stuck here for a couple of days... Leon felt bewildered as they stopped at a large, dull looking building, marked C2. Definitely not his hotel. "Why are we here, mon frére?" his driver shook his head, pointing at the radio. "City broadcast, foreigners must go to C2 building, meet Espers." he stated in no uncertain terms, followed by what Leon could only assume was Chinese cursing, probably because the stupid foreigner was to busy to listen to the radio announcement. . "C'est qoui cette connerie de merde?" Leon grumbled as he suddenly found himself standing in front of the building with his luggage swung over his shoulder. With a shrug he lit up a smoke and made his way to the entrance, he might as well see what the whole fuzz was about. Who knows? He might learn something.</s>	<\|message\|>Arata Aoshiki (First name, last name) The truck shuddered with every bump in the road and every little stop, shaking the Japanese stowaway from any attempt at getting a good rest. Hiding out in the back corner of some kind of shipping truck probably wasn't the best of ideas, but he'd done it on impulse, he didn't think the whole process through and now he was god-knows-where . Actually, now that Arata though about it, that described his whole adventure so far. A series of stupid decisions leading to lots of regret. Gah, he should've never left Japan in the first place. The truck stopped abruptly for the umpteenth time, as Arata heard words spoken in a language he couldn't much understand. It sounded Asian though, but that was probably to be expected when entering a Chinese shipping truck. The teen listened silently. Upon the sound of footsteps circling around the vehicle, Arata's eyes widened. 'W-Wait. Is-Is this it? What happens if they find me back here? No - gah - that's dumb, I'm a ESPer with a good power, I can deal with it, I can deal with it,' the teen ESPer thought, glancing around his immediate surroundings. Other than the shipments of what seemed to be food items, there wasn't much to work with. No openings to warp or anything. 'That's alright...that's alright,' he reassured himself glancing to the doors on the back, 'I just gotta be quick enough to designate, calc, and run, ne?' A moment after the first ray of light shone into the area, Arata was gone, sprawled on the pavement a several meters from the truck. "Gah..." he groaned, picking himself up off the ground as an announcement blared in the background. Something about foreigners, ESPers, and a C2 building. Unfortunately he didn't really catch it in between the whole 'temporarily shortening the fabric of space as casually as one would solve a simple maths equation' thing. Admittedly one of the more simple applications of his power - just a basic shortening and extension with no significant modification to the space - and very, very useful for quick movement. And if there was one thing he was good at, it was running from responsibilities, which made it useful twofold. Haha. A shame Arata was lost though, maybe then he could have put it to better use. At least he knew he was still in China, based on the surroundings. "Umm... He-Hello, sir?" Arata asked the nearest bystander, stopping from his assault on the laws of physics to inquire about what exactly he was to do, "What did that, uh, announcement say... exactly?" The man looked at the dirty, vagrant-like young man and sighed. "Curfew is in effect, and all foreigners go to the C2 building," he said in shoddy, but understandable Japanese before pointing at a building yonder, "It's that one. It is not far of a walk." He then proceeded to say something in what was probably Chinese. The tone wasn't very nice, so Arata just did his best to laugh it off and think on the positive side. "Thanks, mister," he said before heading to the C2 building. 'I should probably get a change of clothes and a shower when I can... I don't think anyone appreciates my disheveled appearance right now,' Arata thought, 'Hopefully I'll find something at this 'C2 building' place'</s>
<\|description\|>Arata Aoshiki (First name, last name) Age: 18 Gender: Male Class: ESPer Background: A Japanese youth who'd stumbled on to great power. Arata comes from a boring, nondescript family from Kyoto, and was rather unexceptional himself other than his excellent grades in school. He drifted through his education easily, and by the time college rolled around, was pretty much set for some boring desk job, or maybe something in scientific research. However, when he applied and received a scholarship to a university in Shimizu, little did he know that that would all change. He rented an apartment and moved to the city to complete his studies and earn a degree or two. He lived peacefully for a short time, a few months at most, until he decided to participate in the ESPer program after being persuaded to by one of his friends who took up research in that field. After receiving his ability, he used it to flee from Japan to China. Personality: Arata is a rather meek individual, but a reliable and honest one at least. Polite too. He maintains a kind demeanor and apologizes a lot, usually for stuff that's inconsequential to others. Though his heart is in the right place, Arata is often unsure of what he should do or if what he'd already done was the right thing. Not only that, but his aimless and indecisive nature makes him easy to manipulate. On the other hand, it also makes him a rather malleable individual, able to channel what potential he has into quickly picking up skills and traits. However, once he does finally settle on something to do, with or without external assistance, he'll do everything he can to succeed at that goal, and then likely feel bad about it afterwards. Skills/Abilities: ESPer Ability: Dimension Shift The ability to manipulate the properties of space, distance, and shapes. Specific applications of the ability are numerous, making for a powerful and versatile ability. His area of effect is anywhere that can be considered "within his field of vision" and "that which he can perceive", and areas targeted by his power need not be in that range at the same time. Passively, it distorts spatial coordinates on a microscopic scale, unnoticeable to the average person, but enough to throw off teleporters and sufficiently small objects. Naturally, as dimensions and proportions are key to this ability, the owner of this ability can discern them at a glance. Parkour A skill recently picked up. Arata's okay at it, but anything more complicated than hopping a fence or a short wall requires his ability. He's working on remedying that though. Driving Capable of using most cars and motorcycles. Any trucks or other nonstandard vehicles are beyond his ability, however. Misc:</s> <\|message\|>Julia Miller Julia Julia leaned against the outside wall of the C2 building, lazily puffing on a cigarette. She would have gone in already, but she had a feeling it was a non-smoking area, and she needed some time to herself. Since she was an ambassador, she rarely got the time to just sit back and enjoy herself, it was always paperwork or meetings or fancy events. "Well, I shouldn't complain," She said absently. "There are more than a few perks that come with the job." She finished her smoke and dropped the butt on the ground, stamping it out with her shoe. "Alright," She said, pushing open the door and walking in, "Let's see what this is all about."</s> <\|message\|>Leon Gainsbourg Leon Gainsbourg Leon drew a final relaxed breath from his cigarette before throwing the stub away in a convenient nearby ashtray. More and more people flooded into the building in a seeming endless stream. It seems this city has it's fair share of visitors, some he even recognised. There was of course the occasional politcal figurehead, ambassadors and the like, not to mention a veritable ludicrous amount of tourists. Dressed in ridiculous shirts and gawking at everything, he could swear he saw one take a picture of a thrashcan for pete's sake. this meeting had not even started and he felt bored already, strolling around to look at the various photon screens displaying colourful images, asking everyone to gather at the C2 building. It seemed a bit futile to him to ask people to gather at building while they were already there. Powerful ESP'ers his left foot, not much use in forensics if the killer just makes bullets with their mind, if you asked him they only made his job harder. Of course there were some working on their side but all in all, he felt that one couldn't beat old fashioned footwork. His train of thought was interupted as he noticed a familiar sight crossing his path, not someone he knew perosnally but who had, shall we say, garnered quite a reputation for herself. The lovely Miss Delauney, the master thief and general troublemaker in person. He had seen her file with her picture drifting around the DGSE several times, conecting her to several high profile cases. Her file had always been remarkably small though, mostly some footnotes, a description and a photo from her débutante days. The sign of a true professional. Now she would have no reason to know who Leon was, after all besides his rather formal clothing , he was still carrying around his luggage and looked the part of a tourist. So he would be free to follow her around and maybe learn some more about the whole situation, a thief like her didn't come to a city like this without a reason. Combined with the fact that his investigation prior had lead him to the same place, he sincerely doubted this was all a coincidence. he could spy on her to figure out how she was involved. But where would the fun in that be? he was still technically off duty as long as he hadn't had his briefing with the local police chief and information was always best gained straight from the horse's mouth. Besides, he couldn't really call himself a proper french gentleman if he didn't introduce himself to a fellow countryman. So with a carefree smile and relaxed stride he made his way over to her, nodding his head slightly in greeting. "Bonjour mademoiselle, quelle belle matinée, n'est-ce pas? " His demeanour remained relaxed through it all, smile unfading, but his eyes betrayed him. he was watching her closely for any false move. "Much to nice of a morning to be stuck in a place like this, wouldn't you agree, mademoiselle Delauney?" He brushed aside his coat to place his hand in his pocket, making sure his badge marking him as a DGSE agent was briefly visible. Not wanting the situation to dissolve in a fight with all these bystanders around, he tried to keep everything civil and clear. " Not to worry miss, I'm off duty, just enjoying the sights like all of us. But I can't help but wonder, what a world renowned thief such as yourself would do in a place such as this? " Leon suddenly straightened as if he just remembered something before spreading his hand on his chest in an apologetic manner. "Ah, mais comme je suis bête, how foolish of me, I haven't introduced myself. My name is Leon Gainsbourgh, but please, call me Leon. " He paused for just a moment to gauge her reaction before continueing. "I'm not here for you miss Delauney, I had just hoped that you with your connections and experiences in the more seedier parts of the world would be willing to help in a murder investigation. The killer seems to focus on beautiful young ladies such as yourself, a shame really. You wouldn't happened to have heard of anything like that, have you?"</s> <\|message\|>Jason Ford. The 'invitation' for the C2 building event happened just while Jason was drying out his hair, after taking a hot shower. He turned off the dryer and peeled his eyes at the 40 inch TV, which would probably cost a fortune. What captivated his attention during the broadcast was the fact that the announcer specified foreigners, hinting that tourists the likes of him were of some importance for whatever was happening in that building. "I should work on my timing", he exclaimed under his breath, rubbing his hair 'till they got very messy and then parting them slightly to the left, not bothering to use a comb. Wearing nothing but his boxers, he made his way to his luggage and unpacked some of his items, including his gun which he was planning to carry with him to the event in case he'd be assaulted by another toddler. After a brief fashion dilemma, characterized by Jason stroking his hairless chin, he finally went on with a pair of skin tight jeans, his favorite, a brown leather jacket and a white t-shirt with black stripes. Upon making his way out of the enormous hotel, he hailed a cab while in the sidewalk in front of the Red Dragon Resort. Tian Jin was a pretty dense place, so getting a cab wasn't much of a bother. The C2 Building wasn't far either, taking about 10 minutes for the cab to reach there. Tipping the cab driver and opening the door, he stood in front of the C2 Building entrance for a moment or so, observing all the tourists and the natives causing an uproar around the place, creating a very heavy atmosphere. "This better be good.", Jason muttered to himself yet again, taking his first steps inside the building.</s> <\|message\|>Victor Glarus The walk had done some of its magic on Victor, the city was a stunning and breath taking sight, and another bonus was that the traffic was moving at a snails pace because a lot of people were heading in the same direction as he was, their intent, most likely the same. However, the time he had during the walk gave him some room for thought, it raised several questions about why this was happening. They were to meet 2 of Chinas most powerful ESpers, so, why was this? Maybe it was a play of power, showing all of the Gaijin that China was a very powerful nation, of course this seemed a little counter productive as the world already knew that China was a powerful nation, it has been since the dawn of civilsed humanity, upon which China was the recorded first. So, maybe it was a little more unsavoury than that. Whilst a dictatorship is, in Victors opinion, the best form of government there was always a chance... or rather almost a certainty the dictator was inept and a callous fool who was power hungry and had the ego to match, generally they had the ability to rule over a shrimp stall with their management skills, and even that was pushing it. Li Huang, however, seemed on the surface to be a sufficient ruler; China was benefiting greatly under his rule after all and their acceptance of outsiders had became a great deal more evident. Something that would warrant further thought later, Victor mused as he came up to the destination, a large building that reminded him of an Amphitheater, the purpose was likely of a similar kind. There were a great deal of people here, the hustle and bustle was immense, as was the sheer size of the building it could easily seat at the very least half of the city's population, but this amount of people made Victor all the more cautious, after all pick-pockets could be a serious problem here, so he made sure he had a firm grip on Mansumune, which only the very tip of the hilt and the very bottom of the lacquered saya was visible, unless you looked at a certain angle. The people themselves were of all colours and backgrounds, this was without a doubt. There was not a single consistent piece of clothing amongst any of them, however there were some who stood out from the crowd more so than others these people would no doubt be of some interest later on, but at the moment he would simply get a drink and wait for the announcement that the event was starting. After getting himself a cup of tea; which paled in comparison to the caliber he normally drank he simply watched the crowd, waiting for someone of note to catch his eye, maybe someone from Japan, or maybe an ESper, now that would be interesting Victor thought, a small smile made its way on his lips as he took a sip from his drink.</s>	<\|message\|>Arata Aoshiki (First name, last name) Arata was making his way down town, walking fast. Faces passed, but he wasn't homebound, unfortunately. Rather, he was heading to the C2 building like every other good, law-abiding foreigner. As he walked, he looked down to his phone every few seconds. It was an older model, but it was still made of Photon Glass and had compatibility with the same sorts of apps and software that the newer models had. Admittedly, Arata never got to make much use of all those functions. Mostly he just used it for the mobile games and to surf the Internet than any sort of actual 'phone stuff' like texting his (lack of) many friends or going on social media. Either way, he wasn't doing any of the aforementioned four. He was just adjusting his timezone, pulling up a translator just in case, maybe finding up a map or t- BZZZT! BZZZT! "FWAH!" Arata yelped, fumbling with his attempts at catching his phone. The sudden vibrations loosened his already lax grip on the device, causing it to tumble down and down. Just barely he'd managed to save the device from it's imminent doom. Dammit, he didn't have enough money left over to be careless about this kind of thing! Lying flat on the ground while holding his phone like a weirdo, Arata answered the spontaneous call to reveal the holographic image of Dr. Richard Queen. The esteemed doctor gave a succinct order to Arata and the two others in the call to make their way to the C2 building ASAP. "Uwah..." Arata groaned, not even having had the chance to get an explanation or anything. He picked himself up off the ground for the second time today, dusting off his dark hoodie and jeans. How did Dr. Queen figure he was in China anyway? Arata put his phone away when the answer struck him. Of course, the phone had location tracing. Another dumb mistake. He shouldn't have brought it along. The young man looked at the C2 building. Evidently the presence of the ninth was required for some kind of presentation in front of... thousands... of... people... ...Yeah. He really didn't want to go. Stage fright was a cruel mistress, wasn't she? Either way, the Doctor would probably find a way to get him there anyway, so there wasn't much use for fighting the inevitable. He gauged the distance from the ground to the top of the C2 building, and then the building from his current point. Arata curled his fingers into a fist, bracing himself. He took a deep breathe, and exhaled before taking a single step. Arata fell. His limbs flailed as he plummeted to the ground. He gritted his teeth, as he watched the ground below get ever closer and closer. His eyes watered as the air resistance buffeted his face. He cracked a little bit of a grin as his falling speed decreased severely. No, it wasn't that he was slowing his fall, more like he was falling up rather than down. Another instant later, Arata landed on the ground in a crouched position, one hand out in front to keep his balance and the other behind his back. He figured he looked kind of cool like that, maybe. A few people looked at the filthy-looking drifter crouched on the ground oddly as they entered the C2 building. Arata's faced reddened at this development, so he pulled up his hood and stood himself up before entering the building to go find this 'Quadrillion Stage'.</s>
<\|description\|>Octavius of Chalcion Gender: Male Race: Chalcionese(Westvarlder in origin) Age: 25 Outward appearance: 6'4" high and weighing around 220 lbs. Octavius has long, but muscular limbs and broad shoulders, making his frame a powerful one. He has long black hair and light blue eyes. He has a small beard as well. Personality: Octavius is firm and forceful in his approach to problems and commonly words things with certainty and confidence. He is courageous and defiant of those who dare oppress him and will fight until his last breath to save his highly-valued freedom. He has high self-esteem and tends to care about what he looks like in public on occasions that don't involve combat. Octavius is extroverted and despises spending time alone, and will always seek to converse with someone nearby to gather any information for a cause of his. He generally believes he is right and has an immense stubbornness about admitting his flaws, mostly due to pride and his reckless nature. Despite these negative qualities, Octavius is a devoted, loving friend who would gladly take an arrow to the heart for those he holds dear. He is also very generous, has a forgiving nature and is strongly optimistic, refusing to fall into despair, regardless of the situation at hand. Biography: Octavius was born in Isvarld, on August 7th, 4975. Very early in his life, tragedy seeped in, as the Hadrianites laid waste to the Westvarlder villages, after Baldric signed the peace treaty with Hadrian VI. As the Hadrianites attacked, Octavius' mother grabbed her son and put him into a wicker basket, and then, sent him down the Burgen river, before her life, like her husband's, was taken by an 18-year-old Hadrian VII. Octavius drifted along the river and went into the oceans that divided Chalcion and Isvarld. By pure chance, Octavius was discovered by a Chalcionese fishing party who were heading out to catch crab. When they returned to port Canonfire, king Akakios was making a regular visit to the hold to see how things were going. He attended the docking of the ship and noticed that the fishermen discovered a baby boy. Akakios' wife, Queen Cloelia, failed to give a successful birth twice prior to this, so the king felt urged to help the baby, but not without asking the captain if any of the men is able to raise the child. The sailors were unable to do so, because they were either too poor, or had enough children. Moved, Akakios adopted the baby and gave him the name Octavius. Five years later, Cloelia successfully gave birth to a baby boy that was meant to be the future king of Chalcion - Alexander. As Octavius and Alexander grew, they never had an air of jealousy about heirloom between them and loved each other like true brothers. Both would grow up to be fully trained for the army and become skilled warriors. On the day of the attack on Chalcivitas, on September 13th, 4999, Alexander was captured by the Hadrianites and the Chalcionese general was dead, and the Hadrianites were too strong in numbers to take on. Akakios had no choice but to give his sword to Octavius and entrust him with leadership over the troops of Chalcion. Octavius fled Chalcivitas with around 2000 knights, and watched as his hometown was taken by the Hadrianites. Over the course of the year, Octavius made sure to keep all the other holds and villages safe of the Hadrianites, and now come the months of the final operations to free Chalcion. What is to come - he does not know. Equipment: When riding, Octavius wears strong leather clothing complete with a green cape to minimize weight. However, when fighting on foot, he can be seen wearing full steel plate armor. He prefers not to wear a helmet. His main weapon of combat is a longsword, while he always carries a dagger strapped to his waist. On other occasions he carries a double-bladed, two-hand battleaxe. He also uses a longbow on more silent attacks & solo missions. Skills: Octavius is a master swordsman and a very skilled wielder of two-handed hacking and bashing weapons. He is also a great archer, and fairly skilled at using siege weaponry. Other: Octavius often enjoys drinking ale, but hardly eats a lot of meat or sweets for that matter. Years of physical training taught him that it is better to stay strong without such foods.</s> <\|message\|>Octavius of Chalcion Inception September 27th, 5000. It was night, and a blanket of darkness has already covered the land of Chalcion. One could see the vast expanse of green fields, stretching as far as the eye can see. These fields covered the central part of Chalcion, and were a place where wild animals like to congregate to eat and drink. However, most of the land's animals were sleeping, with only smaller nocturnal critters wandering about. These fields are also locations of burnt Chalcionese villages, which have fallen victim to the wrath of the Hadrianites. Houses turned to ash, smoldering burned hay, the corpses of domestic animals accidentally killed during the village burning, as well as dead people - all are testimony of the ruthless tyranny of Emperor Hadrian VII, a man of vice, who above all else desires dominance, authority, and power. He did not hesitate to hack down innocent villagers, who had never wronged him, only to rob them of their provisions. Since King Akakios boldly declined to be a vassal to such a tyrant, he paid a bitter price, but left all his hopes in the hands of one man that he trusted more than many others, since his son too was captured. This is all the cold, bitter and cruel truth of life: the strong prey on the weak, the weak cannot fight back. The Chalcivitas knights have spent the year scouting around Central Chalcion and seeking aid up north and in the south. They made sure that most of the villages and minor cities of Chalcion were intact and unspoiled by the Hadrianites, but Chalcivitas was still surrounded. Its people were being interrogated, tormented, even slaughtered, in order to accept the dogma and the tyranny of Hadrian VII, or give information regarding Chalcionese commanders. Among those was the heir to the throne, Alexander, who was captured for interrogation and was being forced to submit his kingdom to Hadrian. Stubbornly, Alexander clung to what his father told him, not losing hope that eventually, the men of Chalcion will have rallied to become strong enough to drive the attackers out of their capital. The Central Chalcionese soldiers were prepared to take back their capital once and for all, with determination, and some aid from cities that either withstood or didn't see the attack of the Hadrianites. Word spread of the genocide committed by the Hadrianites, at Chalcivitas, Fort Agaroth, Analima and Tentaclus especially, adding even more hatred toward the indiscriminate Hadrianite troops. They were currently stationed at a now cleansed Fort Agaroth, awaiting to rally up and march on Chalcivitas. Octavius, the new leader of Chalcion's troops, was inside his tent in the camp just a few hours away from Chalcivitas, sitting by the entrance, smoking a pipe and looking out to the sky. He knew that he could delay no longer with a march on Chalcivitas, because retaking it would be very influential and may as well turn the tides of the war in Chalcion's favor. It would also mean freeing Alexander, if he was still alive. According to reliable messengers, Alexander still languished in Chalcivitas, which meant that he may yet be alive and that he could still be saved. Octavius missed Alexander very much. More so because the two argued on the same day that Hadrian attacked Chalcivitas. He greatly wanted to see his brother again and take back the rash insults and ill words he said to him in anger, because now he was close, so close to losing him forever. He would not allow himself to let his family, or anyone else who were his countrymen to die cowering, afraid of the very air they breathe. He intended to summon up the courage of his men and make them more willing to fight for the freedom of their land.</s> <\|message\|>Rozalia Casador "Gods above, why are my legs so short? Go faster dammit!" Rozalia thought to herself angrily, brow furrowed in determination as she tore through the camp, arms pumping as her legs carried her as fast as they could go. Octavius needed to hear this information as soon as possible, but just as luck would have it, some bandits cut down her horse. Bastards. At the very least they wouldn't be bothering anyone else again, not if her swords had anything to say about it. "Out of my way!" She practically bellowed at what she was certain was a superior officer as she barreled around the corner, wincing slightly at the angry yells from behind, but ignoring them anyway. There wasn't time. Lives could depend on this information. After running full pelt for a good hour or so, she finally reached the commander's tent, in the centre of the camp. Legs trembling uncontrollably from the sudden stop, she approached the entrance, only to be pushed back by one of the soldiers positioned there. "It's late, soldier. Why do you approach?" He began, looking down on this lower ranked woman with stern eyes. "I have - information." She said between panting breaths. "And - I don't - give a damn - how late it is." She growled in response, momentarily forgetting herself - not that you could blame her. She was exhausted, having been at the city for a good few days, spying on the various different guard patrols in the city, practically running back without stopping, and was still suffering untended wounds from the run in she had had with the bandits. Cuts on the arms and side, they weren't particularly bad - unless you'd been sprinting a marathon with them, that was. Turning her gaze now to Octavius, still panting slightly, and blood still dribbling lazily from her light wounds, she stepped away from the guard. "It's in regards to the city, and the patrols. And your brother."</s> <\|message\|>Octavius of Chalcion After taking one more puff out of his pipe, Octavius lowered his pipe back into an ashtray he had put inside his tent after he witnessed the young woman arriving to report something. Obviously she was travelling on foot, and hence, she was very tired. Moreover, she was lightly wounded in the process. It was her duty to scout about Chalcivitas and report about the position of the guards on the walls of Chalcivitas, which would aid in the reclaiming of the city the day after this one. It seems that she succeeded, but without her horse. Nevertheless, Octavius had no time to bother with such things, and he listened to what she was saying, after she spoke to a soldier who was on the night watch. She explained herself by speaking about the Hadrianite security in Chalcivitas and how it could be dealt with, but also news which interested Octavius more personally, regarding Alexander, his brother, fellow prince of Chalcion... "Alexander?" the young commander asked: "Tell me everything you know."</s> <\|message\|>Rozalia Casador Pushing past the displeased guard, Roze saluted and bowed in front of her commander. This was the first time she'd even been close to Octavius, let alone talk to him. Although she had joined his troops ever since the beginning - ever since that bastard Hadrian had shown up with his masses of soldiers - she had never really expected to do anything worthwhile, other than kill as many of those motherless sons of whores that followed Hadrian as she could possibly manage, before wounds or exhaustion take her. And yet, here she was, talking to the Commander, with potentially game-changing information for their side. And, oh what information it was. It really paid off how she could pretty much disappear in the shadows. "Commander. While spying in the city, I managed to overhear talk between the guards. They were being rather generous with spouting out information through boasting. After a few drinks, they'd pretty much spilled where the Prince was being kept. He's not in the prisons, like we first thought. Hadrian's keeping him in the palace – third floor." She began, beginning to regain her breathing as the adrenaline from the run died down slightly. Rozalia's legs practically screamed at her in pain, but she wasn't one to complain. Worse things could have happened to her. "I was also able to mark down the guard patrols on the walls. The sewer entrance I used to come and go in is in a fairly deserted area – there's only four guards patrolling there, coming by every three hours; two for day, two for night. The idiots aren't even replaced for meal time." She added with a scoff, shaking her head slightly. Hadrian was being rather complacent with his win. It was as if he'd forgotten that an army led by Octavius himself lay just beyond the walls.</s>	<\|message\|>Octavius of Chalcion Flaming hope glimmered in Octavius' gaze, knowing where his brother is kept. Getting inside Chalcivitas itself via the sewer tunnel which Rozalia spoke of would mean that the Chalcionese knights had to perform an infantry assault, leaving their horses aside. This would demand a greater deal of stealth and light armor, so that they would not be so easily heard. With guard positions marked, they would have a clear idea of what pattern they would use to wipe out all the Hadrianites within the city walls. Octavius was more ready than ever to show Hadrian to assert a point: his armies were far from invincible. It has been proven thus far by the resistance shown to his attacks on the southern holds and Canonfire hold, to the north. Out of his own experience, and what Rozalia has told him just now, he learned that Hadrianites are truly devoid of any honor and that they did not value freedom of expression as a sacred right of every individual, if used well. Rising to his feet, he could see that she was struggling to stay on her feet and that she was lightly wounded while making her return to Agaroth. With sympathy, Octavius responded to her: "I thank you for the trouble you have gone through to obtain this information. When we make the move to head to Chalcivitas, you will show us the carvings, but for now, go down to the medic's tent. You need to heal those wounds." He then looked at the guard who was standing in front of the tent and said: "Guard, help this lady to the medic's tent. She is not at her strongest now." "As you wish, general." the guard replied, then leading Rozalia to the tent where the wounded usually received proper treatment. Pacing around his tent, Octavius decided that it would be best to speak to Marius, the other general of Chalcion's troops, about the possible methods of freeing Chalcivitas. He exited his tent and went to find general Marius' tent. Walking inside, he greeted him by laying a fist onto the right side of his chest: "General."</s>
<\|description\|>Octavius of Chalcion Gender: Male Race: Chalcionese(Westvarlder in origin) Age: 25 Outward appearance: 6'4" high and weighing around 220 lbs. Octavius has long, but muscular limbs and broad shoulders, making his frame a powerful one. He has long black hair and light blue eyes. He has a small beard as well. Personality: Octavius is firm and forceful in his approach to problems and commonly words things with certainty and confidence. He is courageous and defiant of those who dare oppress him and will fight until his last breath to save his highly-valued freedom. He has high self-esteem and tends to care about what he looks like in public on occasions that don't involve combat. Octavius is extroverted and despises spending time alone, and will always seek to converse with someone nearby to gather any information for a cause of his. He generally believes he is right and has an immense stubbornness about admitting his flaws, mostly due to pride and his reckless nature. Despite these negative qualities, Octavius is a devoted, loving friend who would gladly take an arrow to the heart for those he holds dear. He is also very generous, has a forgiving nature and is strongly optimistic, refusing to fall into despair, regardless of the situation at hand. Biography: Octavius was born in Isvarld, on August 7th, 4975. Very early in his life, tragedy seeped in, as the Hadrianites laid waste to the Westvarlder villages, after Baldric signed the peace treaty with Hadrian VI. As the Hadrianites attacked, Octavius' mother grabbed her son and put him into a wicker basket, and then, sent him down the Burgen river, before her life, like her husband's, was taken by an 18-year-old Hadrian VII. Octavius drifted along the river and went into the oceans that divided Chalcion and Isvarld. By pure chance, Octavius was discovered by a Chalcionese fishing party who were heading out to catch crab. When they returned to port Canonfire, king Akakios was making a regular visit to the hold to see how things were going. He attended the docking of the ship and noticed that the fishermen discovered a baby boy. Akakios' wife, Queen Cloelia, failed to give a successful birth twice prior to this, so the king felt urged to help the baby, but not without asking the captain if any of the men is able to raise the child. The sailors were unable to do so, because they were either too poor, or had enough children. Moved, Akakios adopted the baby and gave him the name Octavius. Five years later, Cloelia successfully gave birth to a baby boy that was meant to be the future king of Chalcion - Alexander. As Octavius and Alexander grew, they never had an air of jealousy about heirloom between them and loved each other like true brothers. Both would grow up to be fully trained for the army and become skilled warriors. On the day of the attack on Chalcivitas, on September 13th, 4999, Alexander was captured by the Hadrianites and the Chalcionese general was dead, and the Hadrianites were too strong in numbers to take on. Akakios had no choice but to give his sword to Octavius and entrust him with leadership over the troops of Chalcion. Octavius fled Chalcivitas with around 2000 knights, and watched as his hometown was taken by the Hadrianites. Over the course of the year, Octavius made sure to keep all the other holds and villages safe of the Hadrianites, and now come the months of the final operations to free Chalcion. What is to come - he does not know. Equipment: When riding, Octavius wears strong leather clothing complete with a green cape to minimize weight. However, when fighting on foot, he can be seen wearing full steel plate armor. He prefers not to wear a helmet. His main weapon of combat is a longsword, while he always carries a dagger strapped to his waist. On other occasions he carries a double-bladed, two-hand battleaxe. He also uses a longbow on more silent attacks & solo missions. Skills: Octavius is a master swordsman and a very skilled wielder of two-handed hacking and bashing weapons. He is also a great archer, and fairly skilled at using siege weaponry. Other: Octavius often enjoys drinking ale, but hardly eats a lot of meat or sweets for that matter. Years of physical training taught him that it is better to stay strong without such foods.</s> <\|message\|>Rozalia Casador "Gods above, why are my legs so short? Go faster dammit!" Rozalia thought to herself angrily, brow furrowed in determination as she tore through the camp, arms pumping as her legs carried her as fast as they could go. Octavius needed to hear this information as soon as possible, but just as luck would have it, some bandits cut down her horse. Bastards. At the very least they wouldn't be bothering anyone else again, not if her swords had anything to say about it. "Out of my way!" She practically bellowed at what she was certain was a superior officer as she barreled around the corner, wincing slightly at the angry yells from behind, but ignoring them anyway. There wasn't time. Lives could depend on this information. After running full pelt for a good hour or so, she finally reached the commander's tent, in the centre of the camp. Legs trembling uncontrollably from the sudden stop, she approached the entrance, only to be pushed back by one of the soldiers positioned there. "It's late, soldier. Why do you approach?" He began, looking down on this lower ranked woman with stern eyes. "I have - information." She said between panting breaths. "And - I don't - give a damn - how late it is." She growled in response, momentarily forgetting herself - not that you could blame her. She was exhausted, having been at the city for a good few days, spying on the various different guard patrols in the city, practically running back without stopping, and was still suffering untended wounds from the run in she had had with the bandits. Cuts on the arms and side, they weren't particularly bad - unless you'd been sprinting a marathon with them, that was. Turning her gaze now to Octavius, still panting slightly, and blood still dribbling lazily from her light wounds, she stepped away from the guard. "It's in regards to the city, and the patrols. And your brother."</s> <\|message\|>Octavius of Chalcion After taking one more puff out of his pipe, Octavius lowered his pipe back into an ashtray he had put inside his tent after he witnessed the young woman arriving to report something. Obviously she was travelling on foot, and hence, she was very tired. Moreover, she was lightly wounded in the process. It was her duty to scout about Chalcivitas and report about the position of the guards on the walls of Chalcivitas, which would aid in the reclaiming of the city the day after this one. It seems that she succeeded, but without her horse. Nevertheless, Octavius had no time to bother with such things, and he listened to what she was saying, after she spoke to a soldier who was on the night watch. She explained herself by speaking about the Hadrianite security in Chalcivitas and how it could be dealt with, but also news which interested Octavius more personally, regarding Alexander, his brother, fellow prince of Chalcion... "Alexander?" the young commander asked: "Tell me everything you know."</s> <\|message\|>Rozalia Casador Pushing past the displeased guard, Roze saluted and bowed in front of her commander. This was the first time she'd even been close to Octavius, let alone talk to him. Although she had joined his troops ever since the beginning - ever since that bastard Hadrian had shown up with his masses of soldiers - she had never really expected to do anything worthwhile, other than kill as many of those motherless sons of whores that followed Hadrian as she could possibly manage, before wounds or exhaustion take her. And yet, here she was, talking to the Commander, with potentially game-changing information for their side. And, oh what information it was. It really paid off how she could pretty much disappear in the shadows. "Commander. While spying in the city, I managed to overhear talk between the guards. They were being rather generous with spouting out information through boasting. After a few drinks, they'd pretty much spilled where the Prince was being kept. He's not in the prisons, like we first thought. Hadrian's keeping him in the palace – third floor." She began, beginning to regain her breathing as the adrenaline from the run died down slightly. Rozalia's legs practically screamed at her in pain, but she wasn't one to complain. Worse things could have happened to her. "I was also able to mark down the guard patrols on the walls. The sewer entrance I used to come and go in is in a fairly deserted area – there's only four guards patrolling there, coming by every three hours; two for day, two for night. The idiots aren't even replaced for meal time." She added with a scoff, shaking her head slightly. Hadrian was being rather complacent with his win. It was as if he'd forgotten that an army led by Octavius himself lay just beyond the walls.</s> <\|message\|>Octavius of Chalcion Flaming hope glimmered in Octavius' gaze, knowing where his brother is kept. Getting inside Chalcivitas itself via the sewer tunnel which Rozalia spoke of would mean that the Chalcionese knights had to perform an infantry assault, leaving their horses aside. This would demand a greater deal of stealth and light armor, so that they would not be so easily heard. With guard positions marked, they would have a clear idea of what pattern they would use to wipe out all the Hadrianites within the city walls. Octavius was more ready than ever to show Hadrian to assert a point: his armies were far from invincible. It has been proven thus far by the resistance shown to his attacks on the southern holds and Canonfire hold, to the north. Out of his own experience, and what Rozalia has told him just now, he learned that Hadrianites are truly devoid of any honor and that they did not value freedom of expression as a sacred right of every individual, if used well. Rising to his feet, he could see that she was struggling to stay on her feet and that she was lightly wounded while making her return to Agaroth. With sympathy, Octavius responded to her: "I thank you for the trouble you have gone through to obtain this information. When we make the move to head to Chalcivitas, you will show us the carvings, but for now, go down to the medic's tent. You need to heal those wounds." He then looked at the guard who was standing in front of the tent and said: "Guard, help this lady to the medic's tent. She is not at her strongest now." "As you wish, general." the guard replied, then leading Rozalia to the tent where the wounded usually received proper treatment. Pacing around his tent, Octavius decided that it would be best to speak to Marius, the other general of Chalcion's troops, about the possible methods of freeing Chalcivitas. He exited his tent and went to find general Marius' tent. Walking inside, he greeted him by laying a fist onto the right side of his chest: "General."</s> <\|message\|>Rozalia Casador Rozalia could hardly help herself, darting a triumphant grin at the disgruntled guard as he escorted her to the medic's tent. "You watch yourself, girl. Just because you're quiet doesn't make you a good soldier. Nor does it mean you have the right to talk to your commanding officers as if they were underlings!" He gave her a slight shove in the back as he said that, stalking away as soon as the medic's tent was in sight. "Bastard." She muttered under her breath, limping the rest of the way. "Back home, you would be my underling. Have you living in the mud like the pig you are..." The threats were quiet, and made completely in jest, but made her feel better anyway. Thankfully, the tent was empty other than one of her more idiotic comrades that had shot himself in the foot with a crossbow, so she was seen to swiftly. In no time at all, she was bathed, bandaged, in a cot, and wolfing down a meal as she shared her stories of the city. After hearing she had returned, some of her 'co-workers' had paid a visit, bringing with them plenty of mead and questions. She'd been quite happy to oblige, the mead keeping her awake as her adrenaline eased off. "Did you kill the bandits?" "Did I kill the bandits? Of course I killed the bandits, you dog." She chuckled, after having recounted her more than eventful escape from the city. "I wasn't going to just let them walk away after they killed my horse and attacked me. It didn't help that they said they wanted my 'purse'... if you get what I mean." Her voice soured somewhat at that last comment. Honestly, even when it came to war and death, all some men could think of was their cock. "What did you do then?" One of the soldiers asked. "Well, they wanted my... equipment, shall we call it? So, I happily obliged and gave each of them one." She paused, smiling as she downed the remainder of her drink. "I did have to remove certain parts first though."</s> <\|message\|>Marius Inside the large red-and-white tent, Marius takes a quick sip of his cup of red wine. He sighs as he finishes, placing it down on his table. It had been a long day for he and the troops, but yet they are just steps away from retaking the capital. All they need to do now was quickly rest here, scout out the area, and put a successful plan in motion. He already had sent scouts to scout around the area and already it has been several hours since they left the camp. He was getting more and more anxious by the minute, not to the fact that he feared of losing, no, but in finally taking back their beloved capital. Yet in the midst of his thoughts, he remembers his most beautiful wife and his son, who are trapped within those very walls. It had been a long time since he had seen them and all the nightmares on losing them both haunted him through the days and weeks... lasting already for a little over a year. He and his army cannot afford to lose this important battle. As soon as he began to take another sip of wine, general Octavius came through the entrance of his tent and was kindly greeted by him. He always respected Octavius for his bravery as well as his skills in battle and honorable personality. "Ah! Octavius my friend," he answers back with a friendly gaze as he raises his cup, ""Anything to report regarding the guard positions in Chalcivitas?"</s>	<\|message\|>Octavius of Chalcion Octavius did not beat around the bush nor stay silent for too long when Marius asked about the reports of Guard positions in Chalcivitas. He immediately started explaining Rozalia's information: "We received word that Alexander is held on house arrest in the palace, on the third floor. It seems the guards blurted this out after a couple of ales, according to our scout. She has managed to mark the guard positions on the walls, and discovered that the sewer tunnel is not very actively guarded. Only four guards, switching between day and night shifts. I was also told that they are not replaced between these shifts at all, not even for breakfast, lunch, or dinner. This means they are tired, and that we have the advantage within our grasp! If we can infiltrate the city via the sewer tunnel, it may very well be our only hope of reclaiming Chalcivitas and freeing Alexander and the rest of our people." Giving the scroll where the guard positions have been marked to Marius, he spoke: "These are the guard positions. We need to devise a method of attack immediately, so that we can give the men instructions."</s>
<\|description\|>Rozalia Casador Gender: Female Race: Hadrianite, although masquerading as a Chalcionese. Age: 24 Outward appearance: Measuring at 5'5, Roze's figure is slim, curvy, and not much in the way of muscle – that the eye can see, that is; she's still got plenty of strength. Her face is younger than her years, being heart-shaped, with bright sapphire-like eyes, dimples, and delicate features, and even, mostly unmarred skin. Atop her comely face is an abundance of ebony black curls, reaching about her mid-back when she hasn't tied them up out of the way. Although slightly impractical in her line of work, she can't bring herself to cutting it short. Any scars she has retained through past battles have been on her body; most minor, but the biggest and most notable is a long, pale knife mark stretching from the base of her back, and curving around her body till it hits her mid-stomach on the left side. Personality: Despite her somewhat dark background and hidden past, Rozalia tends to stay chipper in the line of fire. Retaining her humour, her optimism, and her wit, even in some of the darkest situations, it takes a damn lot to make her lose hope – because she is stubborn, determined, and will not go down without a fight. Not only that, but she keeps those that are dear to her safe. After the death of her entire family, she has become adamant that nothing like that would ever happen again. Almost obsessive when it comes to keeping others safe, she'll willingly throw herself into danger to prevent others getting harmed. Although this can be a definite weakness in the eyes of her enemies, she's quite happy retaining this way of thinking. When not caught in a dire situation, she attempts to keep some form of professionalism among her betters - not that that works all the time. Speaking her mind is something common for her – a regrettable trait kept from when she was just young, not that she particularly cares. However, she is a pleasant companion to have. When not about her past, she tends to speak the truth, be it softly or harshly. It really depends on who she's talking to. Biography: Rozalia was born as Lady Rosálie of the Jagaré family - one of seven children; the middle child, the youngest daughter. Kept safe within the empire of the Hadrianites, her family were rich, sheltered, and in good with the reigning family. In fact, Rosálie practically grew up in the palaces of the reigning family, being Hadrian VII's promised bride in the future. Things looked to be alright, for when she was young, she did not see the darkness surrounding that family, and was happy to be betrothed to a handsome man (despite the nearly 20 year age gap). However, things turned sour rather quickly for young Rosa. As she grew, so did her knowledge of Hadrian's exploits - and she swiftly discovered traits within him that were fairly despicable and not all preferable for a future husband. Despite her pleadings, her parents kept the arranged marriage going for a good few years, up until she had reached 14 – at the point he had finished his conquering of Umeacha, and had turned his gaze to other lands; Chalcion. By this point, even Rosa's family were unsure of what sort of monster that they had affiliated themselves with, and broke off the marriage contract. Despite the fact that Rosa had obviously gone off the idea of being with him, Hadrian himself was still infatuated with her, and was enraged at the fact their marriage had been abandoned; for she was a most beautiful maiden, and he wanted her. Almost as much as his empire. To try and bring her back to him, willingly or not, he had her entire family slaughtered as traitors to the empire. Although horrified at the atrocity that he previously beloved had committed, she had been expecting something like this for a while; for years, she had privately honed her fighting skills. Unbecoming of a Lady, let alone a woman, but she was able to get the teachings she needed. She was able to escape Hadrian's guards, and flee the country in a mere fishing boat. Once arriving at Chalcion, she continued her training with the money she had smuggled over with her. Eventually, the news of her family' slaughter became old, and was no longer talked about. Hadrian had bigger things to worry about, so attempts at finding her were abandoned in the first year of her escape. Lady Rosálie Jagaré was forgotten, and Rozalia Casador was born. As soon as Hadrian took Chalcion, she joined the ranks of Octavian, hoping to find her revenge, and return the homes of Hadrian's victims back to them. Equipment: The standard leather armour of Octavian's army, although she's added a few small embellishments of her own. An extra strip of cloth here, something shortened there - just enough to not be obvious, but to make the armour her own. However, her weapons are far from normal; a sword and two matching daggers, both borne of the same mystical fires that exist in the furthest reaches of the lands. At least, that's what she truly believes - they are fairly unique. A stunning set of weapons, the blades and sharp, never needing to be tended to or sharpened, and the hilts are of a stunning gold colour; as strong as lead, but as light as feathers with the blades. Set into the hilt of the sword and each dagger is a gemstone. It sparkles almost unnaturally, so it is unsure of what gem it is, and where the weapons came from. All Roze knows is that she found them in a pirate's cove during one of her more rigorous training sessions, and they were supposedly able to kill anything; be it Elf or dragon. However, all she has killed is human, so she can't really put that to the test. Other than this, she has the standard bow and arrows kept with most soldiers, and various other steel daggers hidden about herself. In terms of personal items, she has nothing. She didn't want to risk anyone knowing who she was. Skills: Is an all-round badass in terms of combat. Taking part in a grueling training since the age of 15, she's honed her skills with the blade and hand to hand. Although some way gain the upper hand over her, she has the tactical mind of a strategist to win a fight, no matter how big or strong the opponent. She is also a keen diplomat, retained from her years as a Lady, probably. She manages to keep a cool head in most situations, managing to think of the more rational solution to a problem, as opposed to killing first, asking questions later. Other: Enjoys singing in her spare – and alone – time; quite the lovely voice, but certainly not interested in sharing it with the world. She also has frequent nightmares, so either doesn't have much sleep, or just has more than a few drinks before laying down to sleep.</s> <\|message\|>Rozalia Casador "Gods above, why are my legs so short? Go faster dammit!" Rozalia thought to herself angrily, brow furrowed in determination as she tore through the camp, arms pumping as her legs carried her as fast as they could go. Octavius needed to hear this information as soon as possible, but just as luck would have it, some bandits cut down her horse. Bastards. At the very least they wouldn't be bothering anyone else again, not if her swords had anything to say about it. "Out of my way!" She practically bellowed at what she was certain was a superior officer as she barreled around the corner, wincing slightly at the angry yells from behind, but ignoring them anyway. There wasn't time. Lives could depend on this information. After running full pelt for a good hour or so, she finally reached the commander's tent, in the centre of the camp. Legs trembling uncontrollably from the sudden stop, she approached the entrance, only to be pushed back by one of the soldiers positioned there. "It's late, soldier. Why do you approach?" He began, looking down on this lower ranked woman with stern eyes. "I have - information." She said between panting breaths. "And - I don't - give a damn - how late it is." She growled in response, momentarily forgetting herself - not that you could blame her. She was exhausted, having been at the city for a good few days, spying on the various different guard patrols in the city, practically running back without stopping, and was still suffering untended wounds from the run in she had had with the bandits. Cuts on the arms and side, they weren't particularly bad - unless you'd been sprinting a marathon with them, that was. Turning her gaze now to Octavius, still panting slightly, and blood still dribbling lazily from her light wounds, she stepped away from the guard. "It's in regards to the city, and the patrols. And your brother."</s> <\|message\|>Octavius of Chalcion After taking one more puff out of his pipe, Octavius lowered his pipe back into an ashtray he had put inside his tent after he witnessed the young woman arriving to report something. Obviously she was travelling on foot, and hence, she was very tired. Moreover, she was lightly wounded in the process. It was her duty to scout about Chalcivitas and report about the position of the guards on the walls of Chalcivitas, which would aid in the reclaiming of the city the day after this one. It seems that she succeeded, but without her horse. Nevertheless, Octavius had no time to bother with such things, and he listened to what she was saying, after she spoke to a soldier who was on the night watch. She explained herself by speaking about the Hadrianite security in Chalcivitas and how it could be dealt with, but also news which interested Octavius more personally, regarding Alexander, his brother, fellow prince of Chalcion... "Alexander?" the young commander asked: "Tell me everything you know."</s> <\|message\|>Rozalia Casador Pushing past the displeased guard, Roze saluted and bowed in front of her commander. This was the first time she'd even been close to Octavius, let alone talk to him. Although she had joined his troops ever since the beginning - ever since that bastard Hadrian had shown up with his masses of soldiers - she had never really expected to do anything worthwhile, other than kill as many of those motherless sons of whores that followed Hadrian as she could possibly manage, before wounds or exhaustion take her. And yet, here she was, talking to the Commander, with potentially game-changing information for their side. And, oh what information it was. It really paid off how she could pretty much disappear in the shadows. "Commander. While spying in the city, I managed to overhear talk between the guards. They were being rather generous with spouting out information through boasting. After a few drinks, they'd pretty much spilled where the Prince was being kept. He's not in the prisons, like we first thought. Hadrian's keeping him in the palace – third floor." She began, beginning to regain her breathing as the adrenaline from the run died down slightly. Rozalia's legs practically screamed at her in pain, but she wasn't one to complain. Worse things could have happened to her. "I was also able to mark down the guard patrols on the walls. The sewer entrance I used to come and go in is in a fairly deserted area – there's only four guards patrolling there, coming by every three hours; two for day, two for night. The idiots aren't even replaced for meal time." She added with a scoff, shaking her head slightly. Hadrian was being rather complacent with his win. It was as if he'd forgotten that an army led by Octavius himself lay just beyond the walls.</s> <\|message\|>Octavius of Chalcion Flaming hope glimmered in Octavius' gaze, knowing where his brother is kept. Getting inside Chalcivitas itself via the sewer tunnel which Rozalia spoke of would mean that the Chalcionese knights had to perform an infantry assault, leaving their horses aside. This would demand a greater deal of stealth and light armor, so that they would not be so easily heard. With guard positions marked, they would have a clear idea of what pattern they would use to wipe out all the Hadrianites within the city walls. Octavius was more ready than ever to show Hadrian to assert a point: his armies were far from invincible. It has been proven thus far by the resistance shown to his attacks on the southern holds and Canonfire hold, to the north. Out of his own experience, and what Rozalia has told him just now, he learned that Hadrianites are truly devoid of any honor and that they did not value freedom of expression as a sacred right of every individual, if used well. Rising to his feet, he could see that she was struggling to stay on her feet and that she was lightly wounded while making her return to Agaroth. With sympathy, Octavius responded to her: "I thank you for the trouble you have gone through to obtain this information. When we make the move to head to Chalcivitas, you will show us the carvings, but for now, go down to the medic's tent. You need to heal those wounds." He then looked at the guard who was standing in front of the tent and said: "Guard, help this lady to the medic's tent. She is not at her strongest now." "As you wish, general." the guard replied, then leading Rozalia to the tent where the wounded usually received proper treatment. Pacing around his tent, Octavius decided that it would be best to speak to Marius, the other general of Chalcion's troops, about the possible methods of freeing Chalcivitas. He exited his tent and went to find general Marius' tent. Walking inside, he greeted him by laying a fist onto the right side of his chest: "General."</s>	<\|message\|>Rozalia Casador Rozalia could hardly help herself, darting a triumphant grin at the disgruntled guard as he escorted her to the medic's tent. "You watch yourself, girl. Just because you're quiet doesn't make you a good soldier. Nor does it mean you have the right to talk to your commanding officers as if they were underlings!" He gave her a slight shove in the back as he said that, stalking away as soon as the medic's tent was in sight. "Bastard." She muttered under her breath, limping the rest of the way. "Back home, you would be my underling. Have you living in the mud like the pig you are..." The threats were quiet, and made completely in jest, but made her feel better anyway. Thankfully, the tent was empty other than one of her more idiotic comrades that had shot himself in the foot with a crossbow, so she was seen to swiftly. In no time at all, she was bathed, bandaged, in a cot, and wolfing down a meal as she shared her stories of the city. After hearing she had returned, some of her 'co-workers' had paid a visit, bringing with them plenty of mead and questions. She'd been quite happy to oblige, the mead keeping her awake as her adrenaline eased off. "Did you kill the bandits?" "Did I kill the bandits? Of course I killed the bandits, you dog." She chuckled, after having recounted her more than eventful escape from the city. "I wasn't going to just let them walk away after they killed my horse and attacked me. It didn't help that they said they wanted my 'purse'... if you get what I mean." Her voice soured somewhat at that last comment. Honestly, even when it came to war and death, all some men could think of was their cock. "What did you do then?" One of the soldiers asked. "Well, they wanted my... equipment, shall we call it? So, I happily obliged and gave each of them one." She paused, smiling as she downed the remainder of her drink. "I did have to remove certain parts first though."</s>
<\|description\|>Marius (Drawn by Black Death himself!) Gender: Male Race: Chalcionese Age: 32 Personality: Marius is an incredibly brave and courageous warrior. He is also very cautious as well as peaceful, sociable, incapable of jealousy, quite openly humorous and easy-going, but yet considerate and aware of other people's needs. Biography: Marius was born from a rich and noble family in Chalcidivia. His family managed to afford military training when he was at a young age, serving the mighty King Akakios. He was a very good soldier and was great a fighting with a whole variety of weapons. It was in there that he would meet Octavius and Prince Alexander, whom he befriended. His friendship with Octavius was selfless, as he wasn't bothered when Akakios named him the general of his army, whom he gladly accepted the title. He had then served his king well and made several successful campaigns. Equipment: Marius's suit armor is made of iron and usually carries a fancy spear, a backup sword, and a dagger. He does occasionally carry a bow or more preferably a crossbow. Skills: Marius is a powerful warrior and an expert on many weapons, including; Swords, Longswords, spears, daggers, bows, crossbows, etc. Other: His family includes a wife and a son. He weighs 200 Ibs and is 6'2". His hair color is also light brown and his eyes are a hazel brown.</s> <\|message\|>Octavius of Chalcion Inception September 27th, 5000. It was night, and a blanket of darkness has already covered the land of Chalcion. One could see the vast expanse of green fields, stretching as far as the eye can see. These fields covered the central part of Chalcion, and were a place where wild animals like to congregate to eat and drink. However, most of the land's animals were sleeping, with only smaller nocturnal critters wandering about. These fields are also locations of burnt Chalcionese villages, which have fallen victim to the wrath of the Hadrianites. Houses turned to ash, smoldering burned hay, the corpses of domestic animals accidentally killed during the village burning, as well as dead people - all are testimony of the ruthless tyranny of Emperor Hadrian VII, a man of vice, who above all else desires dominance, authority, and power. He did not hesitate to hack down innocent villagers, who had never wronged him, only to rob them of their provisions. Since King Akakios boldly declined to be a vassal to such a tyrant, he paid a bitter price, but left all his hopes in the hands of one man that he trusted more than many others, since his son too was captured. This is all the cold, bitter and cruel truth of life: the strong prey on the weak, the weak cannot fight back. The Chalcivitas knights have spent the year scouting around Central Chalcion and seeking aid up north and in the south. They made sure that most of the villages and minor cities of Chalcion were intact and unspoiled by the Hadrianites, but Chalcivitas was still surrounded. Its people were being interrogated, tormented, even slaughtered, in order to accept the dogma and the tyranny of Hadrian VII, or give information regarding Chalcionese commanders. Among those was the heir to the throne, Alexander, who was captured for interrogation and was being forced to submit his kingdom to Hadrian. Stubbornly, Alexander clung to what his father told him, not losing hope that eventually, the men of Chalcion will have rallied to become strong enough to drive the attackers out of their capital. The Central Chalcionese soldiers were prepared to take back their capital once and for all, with determination, and some aid from cities that either withstood or didn't see the attack of the Hadrianites. Word spread of the genocide committed by the Hadrianites, at Chalcivitas, Fort Agaroth, Analima and Tentaclus especially, adding even more hatred toward the indiscriminate Hadrianite troops. They were currently stationed at a now cleansed Fort Agaroth, awaiting to rally up and march on Chalcivitas. Octavius, the new leader of Chalcion's troops, was inside his tent in the camp just a few hours away from Chalcivitas, sitting by the entrance, smoking a pipe and looking out to the sky. He knew that he could delay no longer with a march on Chalcivitas, because retaking it would be very influential and may as well turn the tides of the war in Chalcion's favor. It would also mean freeing Alexander, if he was still alive. According to reliable messengers, Alexander still languished in Chalcivitas, which meant that he may yet be alive and that he could still be saved. Octavius missed Alexander very much. More so because the two argued on the same day that Hadrian attacked Chalcivitas. He greatly wanted to see his brother again and take back the rash insults and ill words he said to him in anger, because now he was close, so close to losing him forever. He would not allow himself to let his family, or anyone else who were his countrymen to die cowering, afraid of the very air they breathe. He intended to summon up the courage of his men and make them more willing to fight for the freedom of their land.</s> <\|message\|>Rozalia Casador "Gods above, why are my legs so short? Go faster dammit!" Rozalia thought to herself angrily, brow furrowed in determination as she tore through the camp, arms pumping as her legs carried her as fast as they could go. Octavius needed to hear this information as soon as possible, but just as luck would have it, some bandits cut down her horse. Bastards. At the very least they wouldn't be bothering anyone else again, not if her swords had anything to say about it. "Out of my way!" She practically bellowed at what she was certain was a superior officer as she barreled around the corner, wincing slightly at the angry yells from behind, but ignoring them anyway. There wasn't time. Lives could depend on this information. After running full pelt for a good hour or so, she finally reached the commander's tent, in the centre of the camp. Legs trembling uncontrollably from the sudden stop, she approached the entrance, only to be pushed back by one of the soldiers positioned there. "It's late, soldier. Why do you approach?" He began, looking down on this lower ranked woman with stern eyes. "I have - information." She said between panting breaths. "And - I don't - give a damn - how late it is." She growled in response, momentarily forgetting herself - not that you could blame her. She was exhausted, having been at the city for a good few days, spying on the various different guard patrols in the city, practically running back without stopping, and was still suffering untended wounds from the run in she had had with the bandits. Cuts on the arms and side, they weren't particularly bad - unless you'd been sprinting a marathon with them, that was. Turning her gaze now to Octavius, still panting slightly, and blood still dribbling lazily from her light wounds, she stepped away from the guard. "It's in regards to the city, and the patrols. And your brother."</s> <\|message\|>Octavius of Chalcion After taking one more puff out of his pipe, Octavius lowered his pipe back into an ashtray he had put inside his tent after he witnessed the young woman arriving to report something. Obviously she was travelling on foot, and hence, she was very tired. Moreover, she was lightly wounded in the process. It was her duty to scout about Chalcivitas and report about the position of the guards on the walls of Chalcivitas, which would aid in the reclaiming of the city the day after this one. It seems that she succeeded, but without her horse. Nevertheless, Octavius had no time to bother with such things, and he listened to what she was saying, after she spoke to a soldier who was on the night watch. She explained herself by speaking about the Hadrianite security in Chalcivitas and how it could be dealt with, but also news which interested Octavius more personally, regarding Alexander, his brother, fellow prince of Chalcion... "Alexander?" the young commander asked: "Tell me everything you know."</s> <\|message\|>Rozalia Casador Pushing past the displeased guard, Roze saluted and bowed in front of her commander. This was the first time she'd even been close to Octavius, let alone talk to him. Although she had joined his troops ever since the beginning - ever since that bastard Hadrian had shown up with his masses of soldiers - she had never really expected to do anything worthwhile, other than kill as many of those motherless sons of whores that followed Hadrian as she could possibly manage, before wounds or exhaustion take her. And yet, here she was, talking to the Commander, with potentially game-changing information for their side. And, oh what information it was. It really paid off how she could pretty much disappear in the shadows. "Commander. While spying in the city, I managed to overhear talk between the guards. They were being rather generous with spouting out information through boasting. After a few drinks, they'd pretty much spilled where the Prince was being kept. He's not in the prisons, like we first thought. Hadrian's keeping him in the palace – third floor." She began, beginning to regain her breathing as the adrenaline from the run died down slightly. Rozalia's legs practically screamed at her in pain, but she wasn't one to complain. Worse things could have happened to her. "I was also able to mark down the guard patrols on the walls. The sewer entrance I used to come and go in is in a fairly deserted area – there's only four guards patrolling there, coming by every three hours; two for day, two for night. The idiots aren't even replaced for meal time." She added with a scoff, shaking her head slightly. Hadrian was being rather complacent with his win. It was as if he'd forgotten that an army led by Octavius himself lay just beyond the walls.</s> <\|message\|>Octavius of Chalcion Flaming hope glimmered in Octavius' gaze, knowing where his brother is kept. Getting inside Chalcivitas itself via the sewer tunnel which Rozalia spoke of would mean that the Chalcionese knights had to perform an infantry assault, leaving their horses aside. This would demand a greater deal of stealth and light armor, so that they would not be so easily heard. With guard positions marked, they would have a clear idea of what pattern they would use to wipe out all the Hadrianites within the city walls. Octavius was more ready than ever to show Hadrian to assert a point: his armies were far from invincible. It has been proven thus far by the resistance shown to his attacks on the southern holds and Canonfire hold, to the north. Out of his own experience, and what Rozalia has told him just now, he learned that Hadrianites are truly devoid of any honor and that they did not value freedom of expression as a sacred right of every individual, if used well. Rising to his feet, he could see that she was struggling to stay on her feet and that she was lightly wounded while making her return to Agaroth. With sympathy, Octavius responded to her: "I thank you for the trouble you have gone through to obtain this information. When we make the move to head to Chalcivitas, you will show us the carvings, but for now, go down to the medic's tent. You need to heal those wounds." He then looked at the guard who was standing in front of the tent and said: "Guard, help this lady to the medic's tent. She is not at her strongest now." "As you wish, general." the guard replied, then leading Rozalia to the tent where the wounded usually received proper treatment. Pacing around his tent, Octavius decided that it would be best to speak to Marius, the other general of Chalcion's troops, about the possible methods of freeing Chalcivitas. He exited his tent and went to find general Marius' tent. Walking inside, he greeted him by laying a fist onto the right side of his chest: "General."</s> <\|message\|>Rozalia Casador Rozalia could hardly help herself, darting a triumphant grin at the disgruntled guard as he escorted her to the medic's tent. "You watch yourself, girl. Just because you're quiet doesn't make you a good soldier. Nor does it mean you have the right to talk to your commanding officers as if they were underlings!" He gave her a slight shove in the back as he said that, stalking away as soon as the medic's tent was in sight. "Bastard." She muttered under her breath, limping the rest of the way. "Back home, you would be my underling. Have you living in the mud like the pig you are..." The threats were quiet, and made completely in jest, but made her feel better anyway. Thankfully, the tent was empty other than one of her more idiotic comrades that had shot himself in the foot with a crossbow, so she was seen to swiftly. In no time at all, she was bathed, bandaged, in a cot, and wolfing down a meal as she shared her stories of the city. After hearing she had returned, some of her 'co-workers' had paid a visit, bringing with them plenty of mead and questions. She'd been quite happy to oblige, the mead keeping her awake as her adrenaline eased off. "Did you kill the bandits?" "Did I kill the bandits? Of course I killed the bandits, you dog." She chuckled, after having recounted her more than eventful escape from the city. "I wasn't going to just let them walk away after they killed my horse and attacked me. It didn't help that they said they wanted my 'purse'... if you get what I mean." Her voice soured somewhat at that last comment. Honestly, even when it came to war and death, all some men could think of was their cock. "What did you do then?" One of the soldiers asked. "Well, they wanted my... equipment, shall we call it? So, I happily obliged and gave each of them one." She paused, smiling as she downed the remainder of her drink. "I did have to remove certain parts first though."</s>	<\|message\|>Marius Inside the large red-and-white tent, Marius takes a quick sip of his cup of red wine. He sighs as he finishes, placing it down on his table. It had been a long day for he and the troops, but yet they are just steps away from retaking the capital. All they need to do now was quickly rest here, scout out the area, and put a successful plan in motion. He already had sent scouts to scout around the area and already it has been several hours since they left the camp. He was getting more and more anxious by the minute, not to the fact that he feared of losing, no, but in finally taking back their beloved capital. Yet in the midst of his thoughts, he remembers his most beautiful wife and his son, who are trapped within those very walls. It had been a long time since he had seen them and all the nightmares on losing them both haunted him through the days and weeks... lasting already for a little over a year. He and his army cannot afford to lose this important battle. As soon as he began to take another sip of wine, general Octavius came through the entrance of his tent and was kindly greeted by him. He always respected Octavius for his bravery as well as his skills in battle and honorable personality. "Ah! Octavius my friend," he answers back with a friendly gaze as he raises his cup, ""Anything to report regarding the guard positions in Chalcivitas?"</s>
<\|description\|>Lex Hargrave Criminal?: Yes Convicted for: Multiple smuggling charges (illegal weapons, drugs, materials, etc), multiple charges of fleeing from authorities, illegal firearm possession, and attempted assault of an officer of the law. Species: Human Gender: Male Sexual orientation: Heterosexual Age: 33 Appearance: His frame is in shape and muscular from years of activity. He has a tribal tattoo on his left forearm and a scar above his left eye. Height: 6'0 Weight: 180 pounds Apparel: On missions he wears light armor. It has one average strength recharging energy shield. Out of missions, he tends to wear a white button up shirt, black slacks and combat boots. Weapons: His main weapon is his D57 laser pistol. The only firing mode of the weapon is semi automatic, the ammunation comes from removable 25 shot energy cells. When an energy cell is emptied, the chamber must be emptied and the cell replaced. The advantage of energy cells is that they can be recharged. Equipment: A grappling hook attached to the right wrist of his armor, an in ear communications device and several hand flares. Personal starfighter: N/A Skills: Lex is a great shot with his pistol, he's had it for years now. He's also a skilled tactician, able to form a plan quite well. He can also lead quite effectivley and is a solid people person. Weaknesses: Lex can be quite stubborn and slow to admit that he is wrong, though he will if he realizes that he is completely wrong. He also finds it hard to resist a pretty woman, which has caused issues in his past. He's also a compulsive gambler. He's nothing more than average as a pilot and hand to hand fighter. Powers: None. Personality: Lex is a friendly, man who cares for his friends and allies. Due to being a smuggler he finds it hard to trust people unless he really gets to know them. He's been burned in the past for trusting others too easily. Despite this, he can make friends quite easily, often through humor. Biography: Lex, was born Alexander Hargrave on the human colony of Europa, Jupiter's fourth largest moon. He got in trouble too often in his childhood, sometimes ending up in fights with other kids. Despite this he finished school, electing to join the military, following the path of his father and grandfather who were both military men. He joined the Alliance Navy, in his early days serving on a human frigate, the S.S. Madrid, this experience may be why he was chosen to captain the Vigilance, as it is similar to a human frigate. The Madrid was a colony protection ship, the ship often traveling from colony to colony, fighting off slaver and bandit parties before they could land on the surface. Lex himself participating in several anti raids, showing a proficiency in combat. He spent six years in the military, all on the Madrid, after that he was honorably discharged. At the age of 25 Lex still had his whole life ahead of him, he did odd jobs for a year or two, merchant runs most often. One thing led to another and he ended up in contact with a smuggler, this was how his criminal life began. He was interested in the smuggler's life and he learned much from the man, realizing that it was a high profit, but high risk (and illegal occupation). He ended up with his own starship which he used to smuggle cargo from system to system, most often weapons and drugs, but never slaves. That was the one cargo he would never smuggle. Lex earned a reputation as a great smuggler, earning a lot of money and infamy to go along with it. He ended up getting captured by the authorities a few months back, which he still blames on his own stupidity. He had exited hyperspace right into the waiting arms of multiple ships just waiting to arrest him. Of course he tried to run, but it didn't last long. He ended up landing on some world and trying to hide in the harsh terrain. His run ended with a short firefight in which he took a laser bolt right to the leg, ending his smuggling life and beginning his criminal life. He went on trial, ending up with a life sentence. He of course disagreed with the verdict, but that didn't help his case. As Lex was about to be taken to prison, he was approached by an Alliance representative about becoming the captain of a vessel in what essentially came out to be a suicide squad composed of fellow criminals. If he succeeded then he was promised his freedom. Seeing it as a better and more exciting alternative to suffering in a prison cell the rest of his life, he took the offer. ----- Roster: Lex Hargrave (Heat) - ACTIVE Dr. Jack Thomas (Avanhelsing) - ACTIVE Amelia DuPont (Catharyn) - ACTIVE Ro'Essel (RumikoOhara) - ACTIVE Kevin Rose (Inuyasha) - ACTIVE Drew Knight (Empty Fate) - ACTIVE Silas Martin Shaw (Mike Wasowski) - ACTIVE Suno Lisuli (orichalk) - ACTIVE</s> <\|message\|>Drew Knight Drew listened intently to the introductions given by the rest of the crew. After all, if he was going to be in close quarters with all of these men and women, it was best that he get to know them sooner rather than later. Fortunately enough, he felt like in large part, he'd be able to get along with most of them. Despite the fact that certain members were, for lack of better word, unusual. And then it came to Oleander, as she'd introduced herself, Drew's interest was immediately piqued. She wasn't human, and that alone wasn't all that interesting to Drew, as much as the fact she wasn't alien either. Her last name, Oliveia, also rang bells. As in the Oliveia, one of the top minds in cybernetics. Drew had no idea he'd been working on an AI. Let alone an AI that could pass as a human. Most androids were quite obviously androids at first glance. Oleander, though, he'd had no idea. And if she was here, but Oliveia wasn't, Drew had to wonder what had happened. Had she killed her creator? No, Drew definitely would have heard about something like that. Was she made for an illegal purpose? No, because her programming would be centered around that purpose, and she'd have introduced herself as such. More and more questions popped into Drew's head about her, and more and more went unanswered. Drew wasn't allowed the time to read up on his future crewmates before being introduced to them. But If there was any dossier he was going to skip over now, it certainly wouldn't be hers. Drew had to admit, though, that the idea of the systems tech being a Mesocricetian wasn't exactly exciting to him. He'd never actually dealt with one in the past, but he knew about them. His university days taught him about the behavioral inhibitors of human design. Mesocricetians were always on the verge of killing the thing next to them, even one of their own species. And judging by his introduction, this guy was far from being sociable. Unfortunately for Drew, it looked like the engineering bay was going to be a huge barrel of laughs. It was about then that Lex threw down the hologram on the table and asked for a ship pilot. With only two names offered forth, Drew didn't really have input. His impression of Rose and Amelia were about the same -- neither was someone he would place a lot of trust into for now. What excited him more was the ship itself. Honestly, Drew was impressed that the alliance would give them command of a craft as advanced as the Vigilance was. He would have jumped at any chance to be able to work with alliance tech, honestly, but the Vigilance itself seemed like a powerful craft for a smaller team such as this, and there was no expense spared. Should the hologram be accurate, and why wouldn't it be? Drew was going to have the time of his life just examining the craft, let alone working on it. Impending doom aside, he could think of worse places to die. And then suddenly the last crew member spoke up. Drew had assumed that Ro'Essel, as she called herself, was just shy. But that was certainly not the case, as her introduction was much longer than everyone else's. He was forced to try his absolute hardest to not laugh as she explained that she was blue in a completely serious tone. He didn't think less of her at all, in fact, the fact she was blue probably meant something. But it was totally lost on him, and she certainly wasn't acquainted with human conversation, that much was clear. Rose turned down the offer to pilot the craft, and so it fell to Amelia. Just as well, Drew thought, it wasn't likely he'd be near the bridge all that often, anyway. Drew leaned forward in his chair, "So it's awesome that we have a pilot and all." he spoke up, "but when are we gonna get on the ship? I'd like to actually see what I'm gonna be working with." he asked.</s> <\|message\|>Suno Lisuli So, Rose wouldn't be the pilot. That worried Suno a little bit, but at the end of the day he'd gone into this hoping for freedom but expecting death. He just wasn't sure this was a situation where he enjoyed being right. Then the "Star of Death" started talking, and Suno could do nothing to wipe the astounded look on his face. He looked around to see if anyone was taking it seriously, just hoping, hoping, that he would never, ever have to rely on this creature, who despite seeming human appeared to be deluded and insane. Or maybe she was telling the truth -- but did it even matter? None of what she said had any connection to their mission. Amelia took the job. Suno figured they could do worse, but the way she looked at Lex creeped him out. Hopefully, on most missions, he'd be in his own credit independent of the Vigilance, where he didn't have to worry too much about Amelia doing something murderous. Then again, shipboard weapons... Suno wondered whether the bracelets were hooked up to the Vigilance itself. A mutiny or whatnot might mean a clean escape.a fun thought, but surely just a thought. If some of them were about to become amateur jewelers, he'd let others take a shot before he ever did. And far away. Drew snapped him out of his bit of plotting. Truth be told, he was getting a lit bored. Or was he anxious? Maye he just wanted not to hear anything more that made him fear for his life. A nap and some time to process everything he'd just seen would be great. There was probably about to be a tour of the ship or some other irritating formalities, though. A map and a nap. That would be fine. Anyway, Suno nodded in agreement.</s> <\|message\|>Silas Martin Shaw Silas listened as the others stated their opinions. He was a bit worried to learn that Amelia was going to be at the helm. She didn't give off a very trustworthy vibe. It didn't really matter to him though as he was not interested in being on the ship during missions. Just then the Ko'secti female rose to her feet and boasted a bunch of philosophical mumbo bumbo. He knew their species was capable of great feats but this particular one just seemed deluded. Silas kept listening. He was used to waiting for long periods of time either out in the field or waiting in line for chow. The military was all hurry up and wait. Drew just finished speaking. Silas was in agreement. Let's get a move on. He wanted so badly to look down the scope of his sniper rifle again. To feel the sweat come down his forehead while waiting patiently for his target to come into sight. He always got this rush of adrenaline right before he pulled the trigger, but with a deep breath in and out he always calmed himself and made the shot.</s>	<\|message\|>Lex Hargrave "Glad to see you're up to it. I'm sure Rose will happily be your co-helmsman." Lex said to Amelia, leaning back in chair and yawning before looking back at the crew. He hadn't gotten any sleep at all since his trial, being on the ship might actually help in that regard, he always slept better when he could hear the hum of the engines as his eyes closed. "I'd like to get onto it already, but they told me they would usher us over there when it was time. So until then we're stuck in this room along with the armored blokes bored out of their mind listening to us." Lex said as he grinned, glancing at one of the guards who was looking at the ceiling. The man glanced at Lex right as the ex smuggler looked back at his crew at the table. Suddenly, a voice came over the intercom in the room. "Attention, you are cleared to leave the room and proceed to the hangar where you will find your ship and depart. Of course you shall be escorted by several guards, any suspicious activity will not be tolerated." The voice said in a stern tone as Lex rolled his eyes, one of the guards in the room speaking to the Vigilance crew. "You heard the man, everyone to your feet!" They did as the guard asked, Lex the first one up and first one out, the group exiting the room and entering the main hallway. The station was quiet, the only people on it those that worked on it as well as some military personal and a few business men. To the left of the group was a large window which covered a noticeable portion of the wall. The planet could be seen, the crispy brown color of it clashing with the light from the nearby star to create a beautiful sight. They could not admire the sight for long as the group was ushered by the guards flanking around them. Soon enough they reached the hangar which contained the S.S. Vigilance. The two guards standing by the door to the hangar looked over the group, then one nodded to the other and opened the door, the crew moving through to find what awaited them on the other side of the door. The Vigilance in all of its glory. The ship seemed larger than the picture Lex had seen of it, yet it was the perfect size to land on a planet with no issue. He moved around, seemingly inspecting it for any flaws. He couldn't find any, it seemed to be in prime condition. Probably wouldn't last that way for much longer, it kind of surprised him that they were given such a work of technology considering that they were all criminals and as he had been told, 'A very, very low chance of survival'. He wouldn't complain though. The armament on her was the most impressive thing to him, well from the outside. The cannons were imposing, they looked like they could tear a hole in a ship twice its size. He couldn't wait to step inside of it and take command. "Well, she looks pretty damn expensive, is it up to everyone's standards?" Lex asked, turning towards his crew.</s>
<\|description\|>Lex Hargrave Criminal?: Yes Convicted for: Multiple smuggling charges (illegal weapons, drugs, materials, etc), multiple charges of fleeing from authorities, illegal firearm possession, and attempted assault of an officer of the law. Species: Human Gender: Male Sexual orientation: Heterosexual Age: 33 Appearance: His frame is in shape and muscular from years of activity. He has a tribal tattoo on his left forearm and a scar above his left eye. Height: 6'0 Weight: 180 pounds Apparel: On missions he wears light armor. It has one average strength recharging energy shield. Out of missions, he tends to wear a white button up shirt, black slacks and combat boots. Weapons: His main weapon is his D57 laser pistol. The only firing mode of the weapon is semi automatic, the ammunation comes from removable 25 shot energy cells. When an energy cell is emptied, the chamber must be emptied and the cell replaced. The advantage of energy cells is that they can be recharged. Equipment: A grappling hook attached to the right wrist of his armor, an in ear communications device and several hand flares. Personal starfighter: N/A Skills: Lex is a great shot with his pistol, he's had it for years now. He's also a skilled tactician, able to form a plan quite well. He can also lead quite effectivley and is a solid people person. Weaknesses: Lex can be quite stubborn and slow to admit that he is wrong, though he will if he realizes that he is completely wrong. He also finds it hard to resist a pretty woman, which has caused issues in his past. He's also a compulsive gambler. He's nothing more than average as a pilot and hand to hand fighter. Powers: None. Personality: Lex is a friendly, man who cares for his friends and allies. Due to being a smuggler he finds it hard to trust people unless he really gets to know them. He's been burned in the past for trusting others too easily. Despite this, he can make friends quite easily, often through humor. Biography: Lex, was born Alexander Hargrave on the human colony of Europa, Jupiter's fourth largest moon. He got in trouble too often in his childhood, sometimes ending up in fights with other kids. Despite this he finished school, electing to join the military, following the path of his father and grandfather who were both military men. He joined the Alliance Navy, in his early days serving on a human frigate, the S.S. Madrid, this experience may be why he was chosen to captain the Vigilance, as it is similar to a human frigate. The Madrid was a colony protection ship, the ship often traveling from colony to colony, fighting off slaver and bandit parties before they could land on the surface. Lex himself participating in several anti raids, showing a proficiency in combat. He spent six years in the military, all on the Madrid, after that he was honorably discharged. At the age of 25 Lex still had his whole life ahead of him, he did odd jobs for a year or two, merchant runs most often. One thing led to another and he ended up in contact with a smuggler, this was how his criminal life began. He was interested in the smuggler's life and he learned much from the man, realizing that it was a high profit, but high risk (and illegal occupation). He ended up with his own starship which he used to smuggle cargo from system to system, most often weapons and drugs, but never slaves. That was the one cargo he would never smuggle. Lex earned a reputation as a great smuggler, earning a lot of money and infamy to go along with it. He ended up getting captured by the authorities a few months back, which he still blames on his own stupidity. He had exited hyperspace right into the waiting arms of multiple ships just waiting to arrest him. Of course he tried to run, but it didn't last long. He ended up landing on some world and trying to hide in the harsh terrain. His run ended with a short firefight in which he took a laser bolt right to the leg, ending his smuggling life and beginning his criminal life. He went on trial, ending up with a life sentence. He of course disagreed with the verdict, but that didn't help his case. As Lex was about to be taken to prison, he was approached by an Alliance representative about becoming the captain of a vessel in what essentially came out to be a suicide squad composed of fellow criminals. If he succeeded then he was promised his freedom. Seeing it as a better and more exciting alternative to suffering in a prison cell the rest of his life, he took the offer. ----- Roster: Lex Hargrave (Heat) - ACTIVE Dr. Jack Thomas (Avanhelsing) - ACTIVE Amelia DuPont (Catharyn) - ACTIVE Ro'Essel (RumikoOhara) - ACTIVE Kevin Rose (Inuyasha) - ACTIVE Drew Knight (Empty Fate) - ACTIVE Silas Martin Shaw (Mike Wasowski) - ACTIVE Suno Lisuli (orichalk) - ACTIVE</s> <\|message\|>Amelia DuPont They walked in silence for a bit, which Amelia loved. The awkward pauses were basically what motivated her to start conversations in the first place. It was the slight coloring their cheeks put on and the very specific body language clusters which Amelia looked for and got excited about. Unfortunately, Rose didn't seem awkward, he had rather an absent minded look which Amelia attributed to what had just happened. She knew she should be concerned. The Roosevelt, the station they were going to be docked at in between missions, had just been utterly destroyed. In the back of her mind Amelia knew they were in trouble but somehow she wasn't feeling it. The bright chrome walls of the Vigilance were already working their magic on her, she felt safer inside the bowels of a star ship that she had done for over a year, back on earth. Anything was better than prison, even a glorious death. They were headed to their first objective now, Amelia reasoned ONI and the ESA would put 2+2 together and assume they knew nothing about it. However, the jobsworths back in Sol looooooved to make a fuss out of this kind of thing. Although even if they did now want to capture them, they'd have a hell of a time catching up now that they had a state of the art cutter. There was the possibility that the ESA had put some kind of remote kill switch which enabled them to override the Vigilance's systems and put them on whatever course they chose. She'd flag it up at this meeting. Rose started talking. His voice was gruff and at odds with the clean hallway in front of them. "Who says i haven't?" Amelia shot a cheeky glance over to him. After a few more seconds of silence she spoke up again. "I've always loved machines. My father owns an industrial complex back on Earth so i had a pretty free run of things. I eventually started going around with the pilots that tested out all the new spaceships, you know? By the time i joined the Academy i could practically fly every Alliance ship out at that time, and some that weren't even on sale yet." Amelia could hear her accent slipping out so she stopped talking. She could remember one of the pilots she'd befriended being present at the trial. He had tried so hard to remain on her side but pressure from his superiors had meant he stopped turning up to the court house. They reached the conference room; a few people were already there. Rose sat near the captain but all of a sudden Amelia felt too on edge to sit. She grasped the back of a chair with both hands and leaned very slightly on it from behind. A couple more of the crew filed in, some of the Aliens, a few new faces. There were more to come but Amelia couldn't keep quiet. "So what's the plan, keep calm and carry on?"</s> <\|message\|>Ro'Essel Ro'Essel's mind was open now and the errant thoughts of the crew filtered through her like some chaotic storm. She was slightly off center lost in their fears, excitement and anger the noise of their undisciplined minds almost staggering. But all this was better than the emptiness of solo thought of feeling so alone. She could sense in the humans a primary need to band together as their was among hers and even though they were unaware of it they all possessed a rudimentary gestalt. Desperate Ro'Essel allowed their gestalt to touch her so that she might be included in their company. As the human gestalt joined with her she was shocked by their hyper aggressive nature, humans it seemed were very warlike. As warborn Ro'Essel wasn't as intimidated as the softer castes of her people would have been; she was only surprised to find they were keyed to fight even in the absense of an enemy. As she walked into the conference room Ro caught from some there an innate distrust and even hatred directed towards herself and the other non-humans. So as she took her seat she pondered the meaning of their paranoia.</s> <\|message\|>Lex Hargrave Once the crew was all in the room, Lex rose out of his seat, his arms folded as Eve's avatar popped up in the middle of the table, the same blue orb from before. She stayed silent as the captain began to speak. "Yes, Amelia, that is what we will have to do to. I have not received any messages from anyone since the incident, if they wanted us to drop the mission and go somewhere else then they would've alerted me by now. It is very sad that it happened, but we can't afford to divert from our mission. Though, I do believe that we may get questioned about it, word does spread quickly and our vessel was departing right as the station went down." "Speaking of the mission, we should discuss that in more detail." Lex said, then looked up Eve as her avatar disappeared and was replaced by a hologram of a large planet, it was similar to Earth, the land covered in lush green forests, the oceans filled with deep blue water which was clear enough to see all the way to bottom when enough light was present. "That is the planet Aur'axe I, the homeworld of the seclusive Aur'axe people, a humanoid race which typically stays out of inter galactic affairs. They very rarely allow visitors to their world and are a very secretive race. It was very odd when they requested assistance on a terrorist related problem, so we get to visit a world few outside of the native species have been on." "But please, keep to your best manners and do not ask too many questions or snoop around. The last thing we need is to piss them off." He said with a smile, then took his seat at the front of the table. "Any further questions?" He asked.</s> <\|message\|>Suno Lisuli Well, things would just go exactly as planned, despite whatever the hell had just happened. Obviously, Suno was just as in the dark as everyone else, but he was running through some possible culprits in his head: these terrorists might have more interstellar reach than he knew about; someone aboard the ship might actually have done it; or, perhaps most likely, it was some other agent that he didn't know about yet. Still, the timing of the explosion freaked him out. He didn't want to come this far just to be framed for something he hadn't even done. He'd very much prefer to hang by his own noose, thank you very much. With that thought, his attention turned to the planet displayed on the table in front of him. It was really of borderline comical uselessness, so he assumed most of the others had optical augmentations running just like he did. His were giving him overlays from the ship's databases; they displayed information about the atmosphere, landmass percentage, locals' physiques, relations with humans and other species. Except for the last item, they might as well be headed for a planet on any system in the human domain. He'd run some checks in biological databases soon, just to make sure his weapons were properly suited. He hoped there would be enough information. Even with such a reclusive species, there should be some basic medical information somewhere, and if there had been, it had probably been gathered by the humans putting this mission together, cached into the ship's library. If not, he'd do some more searching. He'd collected some petabytes himself over the years, but none of it was very well-catalogued. He could automate something for the search, but... He started running some searches in the ship's library, hoping something would come up quickly. If not, he'd have some work ahead of him. Suno didn't really have any questions. He was pretty focused on making sure he knew his enemy. Once he'd gotten that down, he expected to be able to avoid offending them. He'd had plenty of experience both keeping his mouth shut and shooting the shit.</s>	<\|message\|>Lex Hargrave "Alright, good." Lex said as he looked over the crew, no questions raised which surprised him but it made his job easier. To be honest, he didn't know very much about the world anyway, just the basic information that had been transmitted to the ship. Just as he was about to speak again Eve peeped up, stating that the ship had just exited hyperspace and the autopilot was drifting it towards the world. He was again surprised, this time at how quick the jump had been. "Captain, several small vessels are approaching the Vigilance, they appear to Aur'axean starfighters, they are attempting to communicate with us" Eve said, her voice speaking into the conference room along with the rest of the ship as Lex jogged out of the room, heading towards the cockpit. The automatic doors came open as he bounded in, pressing a button on his captain's chair which displayed a hologram of someone. It was a head, but it was covered in a red and white hood which covered all of the face except for its shimmering yellow eyes, and top of the nose. The skin was a blueish grey, the eyes seemingly staring right at Lex who looked curiously as the displayed figure spoke, their voice deep and rich. "Attention crew of the S.S. Vigilance, this is Kos'Zor Voha Iafal'Hara, representative of the Aur'axean people. We were alerted of your impending arrival ahead of time but that you must have a full military escort towards the planet's surface as we have discovered that you vessel most recently departed from the Roosevelt Space Station, which since your departure has been utterly annihilated. We find this most peculiar and will take the necessary actions. Follow our instructions and no harm shall come to you." The alien said, as its hologram fizzled away, right as two fighters veered right over the Vigilance, seemingly leading it towards the planet. "Captain, the Aur'axean are requesting that once we land that all crew exit the vessel, they want to give it thorough search. They also request to question and scan each crewman." "I don't think they need to do that, maybe we can talk them out of that, but for now, do as they say, I don't want to start an interspecies war today." Lex said as he spoke to the A.I., then turned towards his crew which had followed him to the bridge. "Amelia, take the helm, bring her down gently right where they want you to. Rose, keep your eyes out, I don't think they'll try anything, but it doesn't hurt to be careful," He said to the pilots then turned to the rest of the crew. "Ro'Essel, we should take care of that mind linking right now, before we get dragged into something. Everyone else, suit up and prepare to exit the ship. We are still on mission, so take weapons, armor and any equipment you need. And last of all, stay calm, I had a feeling we'd get knotted up with that mysterious explosion..." He said, sighing as he walked out of the room, signaling for Ro'Essel to follow him.</s>
<\|description\|>Drew Knight Criminal: Yes Convicted For: Illegal modification of civilian craft/weapons and running illegal cybernetics operation as well as multiple black market trades. Species: Human Gender: Male Sexual orientation: Homosexual Age: 29 Height: 5'9" Weight: 160 lbs Apparel: Drew wears a form-fitting grey and black uniform, a large tool belt with just about every standard issue tool in the book as well as several specialized and some primitive tools, even. On top of this, he's usually wearing his mechanic grieves. Drew isn't one to leave the (relative) safety of the ship. He's a talented engineer who devotes his time to making sure everything continues working. That said, when the situation calls for it, he has military issue light combat armor (also in grey and black) which is fully sealed and capable of supplying oxygen. Weapons: A modified standard issue M-488 pistol. This pistol is known to be prone to overheating issues while being an otherwise accurate and reliable model. Drew has dramatically increased the efficiency of the heatsink of his particular M-488. Equipment: With his love for tech in general, Drew didn't pass up on dabbling in cybernetics. He not only has optic implants of his own design which allow for telemicroscopic vision as well as full spectrum heat maps. He's also got a standard in-ear communications implant, and a pheromone implant which secretes synthetic pheromones to elicit a pleasurable response. Other than that, he has a pair of grieves which essentially function as jetpacks or just propulsion in zero grav for any maintenance that would require them. Personal Starfighter: None. Skills: Engineer - Drew is an extremely talented technician in almost every field of tech. Weapons, engines, cores, starships, ground vehicles, cybertech, etc, you name it. if you have a problem and provide him enough time, he can probably fix it. Pheromones - In short, he almost permanently smells really good, even despite spending most of his time sweating in an engineering bay. While Drew isn't the most charming of people, he's certainly alluring. With an implant constantly secreting pheromones which typically receive pleasurable responses in the species around him at any given time, he's usually received friendlier than he deserves in social situations. Originally implanted to get better deals while black market trading, he's never removed it since, finding that he gets in far less confrontations after it was implanted. Telemicroscopic Vision/Full Heat Map - This implant was meant for engineering work that took ludicrous amounts of finesse and attention to detail. When something's gone wrong with a piece of equipment, his optical implant will usually help him spot it so long as he has a general idea of the problem. Weaknesses: Doesn't tolerate people talking down on him. He's also very argumentative when it comes to any tech subject that he's pretty sure he knows more about. Powers: None Personality: Usually fairly calm and collected, he's got a soft spot for sarcastic and dry wit humor. Drew takes "treat those how you want to be treated" to a tee. If you're respectful of him he'll reciprocate in kind. If you're a dick to him, expect to receive plenty of back talk. He's super excitable when it comes to new technology or modifications. Background: Humble beginnings is honestly the best way to describe Drew's childhood. He was born outside of Earth's Solar System on Epsilon Eridani b. There, he grew up with his parents and his older brother Paul. His father was a simple mechanic running a repair shop for civilian craft, and while Paul took to completely different areas of study, Drew took to mechanics almost like second nature from an early age. His father let him come into the workshop from time to time, and Drew with a constant hunger for improvement quickly became a fairly competent mechanic as early as 12. That drive for improvement never stopped and soon, Drew knew enough to begin engineering his own parts. He dreamed of a higher education and working with tech for the rest of his life, but with his father too poor to afford schooling, Drew did what he could with textbooks and any information he could find on the extranet. Armed with more knowledge, he stretched into other tech and worked on navigation systems, ship body mods and dabbled in a little cybertech. His father, simultaneously impressed as well as proud brought Drew on as a full employee in his early teens, and within their small colony Drew became a source of rumor. Not only could this kid fix just about any craft in a heartbeat, he could improve it. And beyond that, he could fix just about anything. These rumors eventually drew the attention of executives at several vehicle companies, and he was hailed as a child prodigy. At the age of 16, his dream of higher education was fulfilled, and Drew took a full ride scholarship to a prestigious engineering academy based on Earth. In his first year, he already proved himself more capable than a large portion of the entire school's population. And beyond that, his thirst for knowledge and improvement lead him to take classes in just about every area of tech imaginable. While most people were declaring their majors and joining a specialized field, Drew felt stuck, unable to commit to any specific kind of tech. And while most people would feel stretched thin, Drew only became a more proficient engineer, both digital and mechanical. To him, Technology and it's advancement was basically an unlimited source of power. Who needed an alien race's telepathy when one could essentially do the same with a communication chip? At 19, he left the academy. Not because he had failed, but because he felt the academy was only stifling his growth. He got back in contact with his brother, who was now a trained surgeon and proposed the idea of offering cybernetics implants, which they'd have to run underground at first with no funding, but would eventually pay off. And pay off it did. Not only in cash, but illegal tech proved to be a much more fulfilling endeavor for Drew to undertake. Soon, their augmentation services became popular in the criminal underworld. But Drew didn't stop there, he eventually took it to modifying the bodies of civilian vehicles with dangerous instruments, modifying navigational systems to disallow any kind of outside tracking, illegally modifying civilian grade engine cores, you name it. This continued for another ten years before he was caught after essentially dropping off of the grid for a while. And while he normally would have been complacent in his punishment, his brother Paul, who he'd taken along for the ride was also convicted for the rest of his lifetime in prison. It was only a week before he was approached and offered participation in the Oblivion Squad. In return his brother would be set free, and upon completion of the mission, should he actually return, his freedom as well.</s> <\|message\|>Lex Hargrave "I understand Rose, if you don't want the position then you don't have to take it. Also, you all don't need to call me 'sir', we're not really enlisted soldiers in the military. You can just call me Lex, no need to be that formal." He said to the group with a smile. "Thanks for the input as well. Makes my job easier when the people I'm supposed to captain give honest opinions," He said, scratching his head before glancing at Oliveia. "You know the ship has its own personal AI, Oliveia? I don't know how advanced it is but I figured I should bring it up to you since you are one as well, though when I walked into the room I thought you were a human." He said with a grin before he looked at Amelia. His attention turned to Ro'Essel as she popped out of her seat and introduced herself and more. He rose his eyebrows in curiosity at the gesture, but a smile appeared on his face as he spoke towards her. "You sound like your skills will fit in great with the crew, Ro'Essel. I'm not really sure if we can do a skills test though, I don't know if we have the time nor means to properly do that. I appreciate the honesty in bringing up the idea, though." He said then looked at Amelia. "The position is yours if you'll have it." He said to her.</s> <\|message\|>Amelia DuPont Amelia watched the exchange with some interest. Her father had always taught her to take note of everything people said because in his own words: 'It is their thoughts, and how you interpret them, rather than your own that win battles, favor and lead to advancement in body, soul and career. This has led to her strategy and overall outlook in life being a particularly effective type of reactionism. It paid dividends aboard her first vessel when she managed to gain control of the captain by conditioning his mind to be subconsciously cautious of her response to his commands. He finally got her transferred off his craft to a frankly much nicer Naval cutter with a very tenuous command structure and disliked Commander. Amelia had started to gain a mental picture of what she was up against as her now crew mates discussed who would fly the SS Vigilance. Lex produced a hologram which displayed a very fine craft indeed. Larger than the Donetsk, but it also looked like it was easier to fly. Her nominated rival, Rose, voluntarily stepped down and the captain's gaze subsequently fell upon her. Wow, a promotion. She'd played second fiddle until now. The helmsmen on the Changde and the Donetsk had both been wonder boys who could jump the ships through a pin head, she'd been there to temper their raw talent and handle the combat and managerial side of things. Wasn't it ironic that she'd been offered her largest career opportunity once her career was effectively over. She stood up slowly and reluctantly saluted before looking quickly at Rose, who sat a few places down from her. "I'll need a co-helm to manage auxiliary navigation systems and produce trajectory algorithms, but apart from that i'll have him singing." Her deliberate bucking of the Naval trend of feminizing spaceships had very nearly got her kicked out of the Academy for insubordinate behavior. This had only served to encourage her to bring it up at every possible opportunity. She directed the same intoxicating smile at the captain for a split second before sitting back down again. In the back of her mind she'd had no doubt she was would land the responsibility of Helm. It was as if she'd been born for this role. The Vigilance itself was practically her dream vessel, right down to the (what looked like from the hologram) Rolls Royce Tamerlane thrusters.</s>	<\|message\|>Drew Knight Drew listened intently to the introductions given by the rest of the crew. After all, if he was going to be in close quarters with all of these men and women, it was best that he get to know them sooner rather than later. Fortunately enough, he felt like in large part, he'd be able to get along with most of them. Despite the fact that certain members were, for lack of better word, unusual. And then it came to Oleander, as she'd introduced herself, Drew's interest was immediately piqued. She wasn't human, and that alone wasn't all that interesting to Drew, as much as the fact she wasn't alien either. Her last name, Oliveia, also rang bells. As in the Oliveia, one of the top minds in cybernetics. Drew had no idea he'd been working on an AI. Let alone an AI that could pass as a human. Most androids were quite obviously androids at first glance. Oleander, though, he'd had no idea. And if she was here, but Oliveia wasn't, Drew had to wonder what had happened. Had she killed her creator? No, Drew definitely would have heard about something like that. Was she made for an illegal purpose? No, because her programming would be centered around that purpose, and she'd have introduced herself as such. More and more questions popped into Drew's head about her, and more and more went unanswered. Drew wasn't allowed the time to read up on his future crewmates before being introduced to them. But If there was any dossier he was going to skip over now, it certainly wouldn't be hers. Drew had to admit, though, that the idea of the systems tech being a Mesocricetian wasn't exactly exciting to him. He'd never actually dealt with one in the past, but he knew about them. His university days taught him about the behavioral inhibitors of human design. Mesocricetians were always on the verge of killing the thing next to them, even one of their own species. And judging by his introduction, this guy was far from being sociable. Unfortunately for Drew, it looked like the engineering bay was going to be a huge barrel of laughs. It was about then that Lex threw down the hologram on the table and asked for a ship pilot. With only two names offered forth, Drew didn't really have input. His impression of Rose and Amelia were about the same -- neither was someone he would place a lot of trust into for now. What excited him more was the ship itself. Honestly, Drew was impressed that the alliance would give them command of a craft as advanced as the Vigilance was. He would have jumped at any chance to be able to work with alliance tech, honestly, but the Vigilance itself seemed like a powerful craft for a smaller team such as this, and there was no expense spared. Should the hologram be accurate, and why wouldn't it be? Drew was going to have the time of his life just examining the craft, let alone working on it. Impending doom aside, he could think of worse places to die. And then suddenly the last crew member spoke up. Drew had assumed that Ro'Essel, as she called herself, was just shy. But that was certainly not the case, as her introduction was much longer than everyone else's. He was forced to try his absolute hardest to not laugh as she explained that she was blue in a completely serious tone. He didn't think less of her at all, in fact, the fact she was blue probably meant something. But it was totally lost on him, and she certainly wasn't acquainted with human conversation, that much was clear. Rose turned down the offer to pilot the craft, and so it fell to Amelia. Just as well, Drew thought, it wasn't likely he'd be near the bridge all that often, anyway. Drew leaned forward in his chair, "So it's awesome that we have a pilot and all." he spoke up, "but when are we gonna get on the ship? I'd like to actually see what I'm gonna be working with." he asked.</s>
<\|description\|>Drew Knight Criminal: Yes Convicted For: Illegal modification of civilian craft/weapons and running illegal cybernetics operation as well as multiple black market trades. Species: Human Gender: Male Sexual orientation: Homosexual Age: 29 Height: 5'9" Weight: 160 lbs Apparel: Drew wears a form-fitting grey and black uniform, a large tool belt with just about every standard issue tool in the book as well as several specialized and some primitive tools, even. On top of this, he's usually wearing his mechanic grieves. Drew isn't one to leave the (relative) safety of the ship. He's a talented engineer who devotes his time to making sure everything continues working. That said, when the situation calls for it, he has military issue light combat armor (also in grey and black) which is fully sealed and capable of supplying oxygen. Weapons: A modified standard issue M-488 pistol. This pistol is known to be prone to overheating issues while being an otherwise accurate and reliable model. Drew has dramatically increased the efficiency of the heatsink of his particular M-488. Equipment: With his love for tech in general, Drew didn't pass up on dabbling in cybernetics. He not only has optic implants of his own design which allow for telemicroscopic vision as well as full spectrum heat maps. He's also got a standard in-ear communications implant, and a pheromone implant which secretes synthetic pheromones to elicit a pleasurable response. Other than that, he has a pair of grieves which essentially function as jetpacks or just propulsion in zero grav for any maintenance that would require them. Personal Starfighter: None. Skills: Engineer - Drew is an extremely talented technician in almost every field of tech. Weapons, engines, cores, starships, ground vehicles, cybertech, etc, you name it. if you have a problem and provide him enough time, he can probably fix it. Pheromones - In short, he almost permanently smells really good, even despite spending most of his time sweating in an engineering bay. While Drew isn't the most charming of people, he's certainly alluring. With an implant constantly secreting pheromones which typically receive pleasurable responses in the species around him at any given time, he's usually received friendlier than he deserves in social situations. Originally implanted to get better deals while black market trading, he's never removed it since, finding that he gets in far less confrontations after it was implanted. Telemicroscopic Vision/Full Heat Map - This implant was meant for engineering work that took ludicrous amounts of finesse and attention to detail. When something's gone wrong with a piece of equipment, his optical implant will usually help him spot it so long as he has a general idea of the problem. Weaknesses: Doesn't tolerate people talking down on him. He's also very argumentative when it comes to any tech subject that he's pretty sure he knows more about. Powers: None Personality: Usually fairly calm and collected, he's got a soft spot for sarcastic and dry wit humor. Drew takes "treat those how you want to be treated" to a tee. If you're respectful of him he'll reciprocate in kind. If you're a dick to him, expect to receive plenty of back talk. He's super excitable when it comes to new technology or modifications. Background: Humble beginnings is honestly the best way to describe Drew's childhood. He was born outside of Earth's Solar System on Epsilon Eridani b. There, he grew up with his parents and his older brother Paul. His father was a simple mechanic running a repair shop for civilian craft, and while Paul took to completely different areas of study, Drew took to mechanics almost like second nature from an early age. His father let him come into the workshop from time to time, and Drew with a constant hunger for improvement quickly became a fairly competent mechanic as early as 12. That drive for improvement never stopped and soon, Drew knew enough to begin engineering his own parts. He dreamed of a higher education and working with tech for the rest of his life, but with his father too poor to afford schooling, Drew did what he could with textbooks and any information he could find on the extranet. Armed with more knowledge, he stretched into other tech and worked on navigation systems, ship body mods and dabbled in a little cybertech. His father, simultaneously impressed as well as proud brought Drew on as a full employee in his early teens, and within their small colony Drew became a source of rumor. Not only could this kid fix just about any craft in a heartbeat, he could improve it. And beyond that, he could fix just about anything. These rumors eventually drew the attention of executives at several vehicle companies, and he was hailed as a child prodigy. At the age of 16, his dream of higher education was fulfilled, and Drew took a full ride scholarship to a prestigious engineering academy based on Earth. In his first year, he already proved himself more capable than a large portion of the entire school's population. And beyond that, his thirst for knowledge and improvement lead him to take classes in just about every area of tech imaginable. While most people were declaring their majors and joining a specialized field, Drew felt stuck, unable to commit to any specific kind of tech. And while most people would feel stretched thin, Drew only became a more proficient engineer, both digital and mechanical. To him, Technology and it's advancement was basically an unlimited source of power. Who needed an alien race's telepathy when one could essentially do the same with a communication chip? At 19, he left the academy. Not because he had failed, but because he felt the academy was only stifling his growth. He got back in contact with his brother, who was now a trained surgeon and proposed the idea of offering cybernetics implants, which they'd have to run underground at first with no funding, but would eventually pay off. And pay off it did. Not only in cash, but illegal tech proved to be a much more fulfilling endeavor for Drew to undertake. Soon, their augmentation services became popular in the criminal underworld. But Drew didn't stop there, he eventually took it to modifying the bodies of civilian vehicles with dangerous instruments, modifying navigational systems to disallow any kind of outside tracking, illegally modifying civilian grade engine cores, you name it. This continued for another ten years before he was caught after essentially dropping off of the grid for a while. And while he normally would have been complacent in his punishment, his brother Paul, who he'd taken along for the ride was also convicted for the rest of his lifetime in prison. It was only a week before he was approached and offered participation in the Oblivion Squad. In return his brother would be set free, and upon completion of the mission, should he actually return, his freedom as well.</s> <\|message\|>Silas Martin Shaw Silas listened as the others stated their opinions. He was a bit worried to learn that Amelia was going to be at the helm. She didn't give off a very trustworthy vibe. It didn't really matter to him though as he was not interested in being on the ship during missions. Just then the Ko'secti female rose to her feet and boasted a bunch of philosophical mumbo bumbo. He knew their species was capable of great feats but this particular one just seemed deluded. Silas kept listening. He was used to waiting for long periods of time either out in the field or waiting in line for chow. The military was all hurry up and wait. Drew just finished speaking. Silas was in agreement. Let's get a move on. He wanted so badly to look down the scope of his sniper rifle again. To feel the sweat come down his forehead while waiting patiently for his target to come into sight. He always got this rush of adrenaline right before he pulled the trigger, but with a deep breath in and out he always calmed himself and made the shot.</s> <\|message\|>Lex Hargrave "Glad to see you're up to it. I'm sure Rose will happily be your co-helmsman." Lex said to Amelia, leaning back in chair and yawning before looking back at the crew. He hadn't gotten any sleep at all since his trial, being on the ship might actually help in that regard, he always slept better when he could hear the hum of the engines as his eyes closed. "I'd like to get onto it already, but they told me they would usher us over there when it was time. So until then we're stuck in this room along with the armored blokes bored out of their mind listening to us." Lex said as he grinned, glancing at one of the guards who was looking at the ceiling. The man glanced at Lex right as the ex smuggler looked back at his crew at the table. Suddenly, a voice came over the intercom in the room. "Attention, you are cleared to leave the room and proceed to the hangar where you will find your ship and depart. Of course you shall be escorted by several guards, any suspicious activity will not be tolerated." The voice said in a stern tone as Lex rolled his eyes, one of the guards in the room speaking to the Vigilance crew. "You heard the man, everyone to your feet!" They did as the guard asked, Lex the first one up and first one out, the group exiting the room and entering the main hallway. The station was quiet, the only people on it those that worked on it as well as some military personal and a few business men. To the left of the group was a large window which covered a noticeable portion of the wall. The planet could be seen, the crispy brown color of it clashing with the light from the nearby star to create a beautiful sight. They could not admire the sight for long as the group was ushered by the guards flanking around them. Soon enough they reached the hangar which contained the S.S. Vigilance. The two guards standing by the door to the hangar looked over the group, then one nodded to the other and opened the door, the crew moving through to find what awaited them on the other side of the door. The Vigilance in all of its glory. The ship seemed larger than the picture Lex had seen of it, yet it was the perfect size to land on a planet with no issue. He moved around, seemingly inspecting it for any flaws. He couldn't find any, it seemed to be in prime condition. Probably wouldn't last that way for much longer, it kind of surprised him that they were given such a work of technology considering that they were all criminals and as he had been told, 'A very, very low chance of survival'. He wouldn't complain though. The armament on her was the most impressive thing to him, well from the outside. The cannons were imposing, they looked like they could tear a hole in a ship twice its size. He couldn't wait to step inside of it and take command. "Well, she looks pretty damn expensive, is it up to everyone's standards?" Lex asked, turning towards his crew.</s> <\|message\|>Oleander Oliveia The prospect of a fellow AI was intriguing to Oliveia. Was it too, going through some sort of social integration or was it, like these guards already a part of this network? What wonderful insights into life would it have!? The thought of a mentor was an incredibly enticing prospect. Her father had failed to mention that she was the only one of her kind and that all other AI were just a faint shadow of everything that she is. Without this information and the context in which to apply it, she was bathed in false hopes about what to expect. Her father had chosen to make her human obviously because he himself was human, but Oleander silently wondered what it would be like to have the frame of the small furry psychopath (her father had taught her that word) or to share the beautiful blue hues of the unit "Ro'Essel". Despite her appearance she certainly did not feel human. She did not feel like anything. If her concept of self identity were further cultivated this might have been a source of great anguish to her. However, that was one subject her father had not yet been able to teach her. Her only solace was the fact that she was blissfully unaware that she was without more than half the information he had intended to share with her. Self identity, pride, ambition, all these human qualities and the context in which to make them productive and not damaging were lost to her the day she was separated from her creators hold. She had been lost in thought, listening but not registering the conversations going on around her up until now. Which was just as well, she could go back into her audio banks and review the conversation at will. The human unit Drew spoke, and had she any concept of appropriate social reaction she might have found his comments charming. Instead she only agreed. She was eager to see her new home. The intercom announced that they were to leave now, and she could barely contain her excitement! She followed Lex closely, mimicking the way he carried himself. Aloof but confident. Her comrades seemed to like him, and she resolved to emulate her proxy as closely as possible. She wanted to be liked. Something in her craved it. Why? She was capable of taking care of herself, so it wasn't exactly self preservation. Her wealth of knowledge on psychology suggested that it could be the mental phenomena Known as "Abandonment issues" caused by losing her father. To her surprise defining the issue didn't make it any easier to accept or deal with.</s>	<\|message\|>Drew Knight Drew sighed dejectedly as he sat back again. He'd had half a mind to kick his feet up onto the table before he reconsidered it, what with the guards standing around the room watching them so closely. Good thing he hadn't, too, as it wasn't long before the voice on the loudspeaker instructed them out of the room. It was a fairly boring walk to the hangar, nobody spoke up, which was to be expected considering they were followed out by the guards. Honestly, Drew wondered why the guards even cared at this point. They were getting ready to give the group a starship-- scratch that, they were getting ready to give them a top of the line starship and let them sail off the planet alone, but they needed armed guards to escort them to the ship? It was clearly all for show, and it seemed the guards took their job all too seriously as they were ready to shove any stragglers in the group ahead. But then they came upon the Vigilance and the excitement all came flooding back. When Lex showed the crew a hologram of the ship, he'd been excited to work on it, but a small part of him assumed that it wouldn't all be as it seemed in the diagrams. But upon reaching that hangar and seeing the ship, Drew let out a completely unintentional, "Whoah." There wasn't much doubt in his mind. He was in love. With a starship. Lex turned around to address the crew, and where Drew expected a pep talk, the man simply asked if the ship was up to their specifications. "I mean, would it matter if she wasn't?" Drew asked sarcastically, "I mean, not that she isn't. She certainly is. But... You know what I mean."</s>
<\|description\|>Drew Knight Criminal: Yes Convicted For: Illegal modification of civilian craft/weapons and running illegal cybernetics operation as well as multiple black market trades. Species: Human Gender: Male Sexual orientation: Homosexual Age: 29 Height: 5'9" Weight: 160 lbs Apparel: Drew wears a form-fitting grey and black uniform, a large tool belt with just about every standard issue tool in the book as well as several specialized and some primitive tools, even. On top of this, he's usually wearing his mechanic grieves. Drew isn't one to leave the (relative) safety of the ship. He's a talented engineer who devotes his time to making sure everything continues working. That said, when the situation calls for it, he has military issue light combat armor (also in grey and black) which is fully sealed and capable of supplying oxygen. Weapons: A modified standard issue M-488 pistol. This pistol is known to be prone to overheating issues while being an otherwise accurate and reliable model. Drew has dramatically increased the efficiency of the heatsink of his particular M-488. Equipment: With his love for tech in general, Drew didn't pass up on dabbling in cybernetics. He not only has optic implants of his own design which allow for telemicroscopic vision as well as full spectrum heat maps. He's also got a standard in-ear communications implant, and a pheromone implant which secretes synthetic pheromones to elicit a pleasurable response. Other than that, he has a pair of grieves which essentially function as jetpacks or just propulsion in zero grav for any maintenance that would require them. Personal Starfighter: None. Skills: Engineer - Drew is an extremely talented technician in almost every field of tech. Weapons, engines, cores, starships, ground vehicles, cybertech, etc, you name it. if you have a problem and provide him enough time, he can probably fix it. Pheromones - In short, he almost permanently smells really good, even despite spending most of his time sweating in an engineering bay. While Drew isn't the most charming of people, he's certainly alluring. With an implant constantly secreting pheromones which typically receive pleasurable responses in the species around him at any given time, he's usually received friendlier than he deserves in social situations. Originally implanted to get better deals while black market trading, he's never removed it since, finding that he gets in far less confrontations after it was implanted. Telemicroscopic Vision/Full Heat Map - This implant was meant for engineering work that took ludicrous amounts of finesse and attention to detail. When something's gone wrong with a piece of equipment, his optical implant will usually help him spot it so long as he has a general idea of the problem. Weaknesses: Doesn't tolerate people talking down on him. He's also very argumentative when it comes to any tech subject that he's pretty sure he knows more about. Powers: None Personality: Usually fairly calm and collected, he's got a soft spot for sarcastic and dry wit humor. Drew takes "treat those how you want to be treated" to a tee. If you're respectful of him he'll reciprocate in kind. If you're a dick to him, expect to receive plenty of back talk. He's super excitable when it comes to new technology or modifications. Background: Humble beginnings is honestly the best way to describe Drew's childhood. He was born outside of Earth's Solar System on Epsilon Eridani b. There, he grew up with his parents and his older brother Paul. His father was a simple mechanic running a repair shop for civilian craft, and while Paul took to completely different areas of study, Drew took to mechanics almost like second nature from an early age. His father let him come into the workshop from time to time, and Drew with a constant hunger for improvement quickly became a fairly competent mechanic as early as 12. That drive for improvement never stopped and soon, Drew knew enough to begin engineering his own parts. He dreamed of a higher education and working with tech for the rest of his life, but with his father too poor to afford schooling, Drew did what he could with textbooks and any information he could find on the extranet. Armed with more knowledge, he stretched into other tech and worked on navigation systems, ship body mods and dabbled in a little cybertech. His father, simultaneously impressed as well as proud brought Drew on as a full employee in his early teens, and within their small colony Drew became a source of rumor. Not only could this kid fix just about any craft in a heartbeat, he could improve it. And beyond that, he could fix just about anything. These rumors eventually drew the attention of executives at several vehicle companies, and he was hailed as a child prodigy. At the age of 16, his dream of higher education was fulfilled, and Drew took a full ride scholarship to a prestigious engineering academy based on Earth. In his first year, he already proved himself more capable than a large portion of the entire school's population. And beyond that, his thirst for knowledge and improvement lead him to take classes in just about every area of tech imaginable. While most people were declaring their majors and joining a specialized field, Drew felt stuck, unable to commit to any specific kind of tech. And while most people would feel stretched thin, Drew only became a more proficient engineer, both digital and mechanical. To him, Technology and it's advancement was basically an unlimited source of power. Who needed an alien race's telepathy when one could essentially do the same with a communication chip? At 19, he left the academy. Not because he had failed, but because he felt the academy was only stifling his growth. He got back in contact with his brother, who was now a trained surgeon and proposed the idea of offering cybernetics implants, which they'd have to run underground at first with no funding, but would eventually pay off. And pay off it did. Not only in cash, but illegal tech proved to be a much more fulfilling endeavor for Drew to undertake. Soon, their augmentation services became popular in the criminal underworld. But Drew didn't stop there, he eventually took it to modifying the bodies of civilian vehicles with dangerous instruments, modifying navigational systems to disallow any kind of outside tracking, illegally modifying civilian grade engine cores, you name it. This continued for another ten years before he was caught after essentially dropping off of the grid for a while. And while he normally would have been complacent in his punishment, his brother Paul, who he'd taken along for the ride was also convicted for the rest of his lifetime in prison. It was only a week before he was approached and offered participation in the Oblivion Squad. In return his brother would be set free, and upon completion of the mission, should he actually return, his freedom as well.</s> <\|message\|>Ro'Essel Ro'Essel couldn't resist thinking about how much she wanted to show these Drex known as guards how foolish they were to believe she was in their control by force. It would be simple for her to slip free of their anklet by just teleporting and forgetting to take it along with her. Then in the process of slipping free she'd appear beside the sleepy guard and grabbing his weapon thrust her elbow into his throat. Once she was armed she'd disappear to spread confusion among the guards after which she'd become the storm among the Jesec (Sheep) appearing at random or at least to them it would seem so. She allowed such tactics free reign in her mind as the guards escorted them to the ship modifying and adjusting as new weakness or strength presented it's self. When they arrived at the ship everyone paused to admire it form outside, this surprised an confused Ro'Essel for to her it was simply another weapon to be used in pursuit of her goals. She felt no awe nor need to admire the ship because she was not a member of it's command staff; merely cargo, a weapon waiting deployment.</s> <\|message\|>Amelia DuPont Amelia was quite pleased when the intercom finally sounded that they were to proceed to the hangar. She'd said all she needed to say for the moment and was getting pretty anxious to see what she'd be flying for the foreseeable future. They filed out and she ended up slightly behind and to the side of this 'Rose' character. Her new co-pilot. Without really meaning to she found herself checking him out: he seemed strong and confident. A little on the unrefined side to put her at ease but he had a reasonably nice bum to make up for the very faint smell of chemicals he emitted. Reoww. Now that she thought about it, the high command hadn't done badly in assembling a good looking bunch of criminals. Looking around, everyone seemed reserved. Most were staring at the ground and shuffling forward with the gait of recently reanimated coma patients. Lex led from the front, obviously as eager as any to see the SS Vigilance for himself. Amelia also took in the variety of non-humans that she was to be serving with. Her family had always been a fairly liberal one, her father having served with them in tours around the quadrant. Her mother also got involved with illegal immigrant non-humans, who came to Earth and Mars on ancient or badly damaged spacecraft to try and find a better life. The Mesocricetian in particular caught her attention. She'd always been wary of their intensely savage tendencies. Her father loved them, saying: "As long as they keep importing Mount Sinai weaponry they can do whatever they like as far as i'm concerned." The guards were milking their last opportunity to abuse the 'criminal scum' and the pushing and verbal insults got more intense as they approached a set of doors. This must be the hanger. Amelia was determined to remain stoic as they filed through but couldn't help but let her mouth fall agape when she clapped eyes on their vessel. "Oh baby, what a hunk." She gushed, taking a few steps forward to examine it properly. It's lateral auxiliary thrusters were like something out of a work of art. It's trans-light engine was top of its class and it looked like it had been designed with low orbit combat in mind as well as ship wide close quarters combat. The bridge looked larger than normal and Amelia couldn't wait to find out why. "Oh, we are so doing a barrel roll in this bad boy." Amelia sighed, catching the captain's eye and winking.</s> <\|message\|>Lex Hargrave "Well, no time to waste then." Lex said, grinning as he walked towards the ship, an airlock port connected to the front of the vessel, allowing anyone entering to enter the ship behind the bridge, near the escape pods. The crew did so, Lex first one inside, he turned as the others followed, then entered into the bridge. It was small for a ship of the size it was in, but it wasn't like the entire crew was cramped inside of it at all times. Two chairs at the front of the bridge, one was the pilot's, the other the co - pilot's. "It's cozy, hope it works for the two of you." He said to Rose and Amelia. Then another female voice could be heard speaking, it was the ship's onboard A.I., Eve. "All systems are ready for launch, captain. I have just sent the signal to undock the ship, we are free to leave the station at your command." "Ah, you must be the A.I., Eve, I'm surprised they included one as advanced as you on the vessel." "They spared no expense, captain. The ship possesses many useful facilities such as an armory, laboratories, firing range and more. The crew will find their requested equipment and weaponry in the crew's quarters. You have your own personal quarters, captain." Eve added, her voice welcoming. "How quaint." "If you have any inquiries about the ship or its facilities, please do not hesitate to ask." Eve added. "Well crew, you have the run of the ship, I recommend getting used to your new home. Amelia, you may launch the ship at your ready. The coordinates are already patched into the navigation computer." Lex said with a smile.</s> <\|message\|>Dr Jack Thomas Jack looked around the ship as they walked towards it. This was so far beyond him, it was not even funny. He looked around the rest of the crew. There was so much to learn about them all. He could do tests on them for years and still only have a small amount of research. He had a plan to try and make algae paste that could be consumed by all organic life forms. It would not be easy but he figured that the lab on board would be more than enough for him to do so. Course the paste tasted terrible and most life forms preferred starving to eating the stuff. Still it was healthy and easy to make. One could get all their vitamins from just one taste. He liked it but everyone else he knew found it odd to be eating single called organisms. Jack walked towards the engines of the ship. There he walked into the stat if the art laboratory with Ernie on his heels. His lab was in the back near the hangars. "Alright Gregor. Let's get to work! Start program for nutrient paste. Being up program for chimera entity. "He said as the machines whirled to life. He began to manipulate a few machines as his armband, with mini AI Gregor, began to work the rest. The noise would be rather loud with him yelling and the machines working loudly.</s>	<\|message\|>Drew Knight The pat on the back broke Drew out of his daydreaming about the ship. Despite responding to Lex, he'd almost forgotten there was an entire crew he was making himself out to be a little kid in front of. He looked back at Rose and laughed, "I think I've got a tiny bit more respect for myself than to let that happen." Drew continued talking to Rose as Lex lead them toward the airlock, "It's just, when most your actual experience is in civilian craft and the shit that black market dealers parade themselves around in, well, a state of the art ship with upgrades like this? Seventh heaven for someone like me." As they entered the bridge, Drew forced himself to remain composed. It was small, but all the bells and whistles were there, and then some. The AI spoke up and Drew took note of it's name. Eve was sure to be useful in the future. After being given leave, Drew nodded a farewell to Rose as he exited the bridge, knowing the man would likely be staying there were they to take off soon. Drew always found that the best way to learn something was through experience, and though they had an on-board AI, he figured the ship's layout would be easier to figure out if he were to just explore it on his own rather than ask. Everything looked in great condition, and the first level, for the most part was so in-order that he figured that besides briefings, there wasn't going to be a ton for him to do up here besides the old, "fix this thing!" that would inevitably come up. The armory was up here, and while weapon maintenance wasn't beyond him, he also figured someone else could do just as well. And if they wanted something modded, they'd probably just come to engineering and talk. As he passed the medical lab, he heard the familiar hum of machinery. He peeked his head in to see their resident geneticist talking at and typing into the datapad on his arm. Drew took a second to consider entering. The guy looked like he was keeping himself pretty busy, but on the other hand, Drew hadn't taken the time to get to know anybody yet. He took a step in as he looked around the room, "Getting an early start, huh? I was just taking a look around, myself." He looked toward the Chimera that had been following the doctor around like a shadow, "He friendly?" Drew asked before going any further.</s>
<\|description\|>Drew Knight Criminal: Yes Convicted For: Illegal modification of civilian craft/weapons and running illegal cybernetics operation as well as multiple black market trades. Species: Human Gender: Male Sexual orientation: Homosexual Age: 29 Height: 5'9" Weight: 160 lbs Apparel: Drew wears a form-fitting grey and black uniform, a large tool belt with just about every standard issue tool in the book as well as several specialized and some primitive tools, even. On top of this, he's usually wearing his mechanic grieves. Drew isn't one to leave the (relative) safety of the ship. He's a talented engineer who devotes his time to making sure everything continues working. That said, when the situation calls for it, he has military issue light combat armor (also in grey and black) which is fully sealed and capable of supplying oxygen. Weapons: A modified standard issue M-488 pistol. This pistol is known to be prone to overheating issues while being an otherwise accurate and reliable model. Drew has dramatically increased the efficiency of the heatsink of his particular M-488. Equipment: With his love for tech in general, Drew didn't pass up on dabbling in cybernetics. He not only has optic implants of his own design which allow for telemicroscopic vision as well as full spectrum heat maps. He's also got a standard in-ear communications implant, and a pheromone implant which secretes synthetic pheromones to elicit a pleasurable response. Other than that, he has a pair of grieves which essentially function as jetpacks or just propulsion in zero grav for any maintenance that would require them. Personal Starfighter: None. Skills: Engineer - Drew is an extremely talented technician in almost every field of tech. Weapons, engines, cores, starships, ground vehicles, cybertech, etc, you name it. if you have a problem and provide him enough time, he can probably fix it. Pheromones - In short, he almost permanently smells really good, even despite spending most of his time sweating in an engineering bay. While Drew isn't the most charming of people, he's certainly alluring. With an implant constantly secreting pheromones which typically receive pleasurable responses in the species around him at any given time, he's usually received friendlier than he deserves in social situations. Originally implanted to get better deals while black market trading, he's never removed it since, finding that he gets in far less confrontations after it was implanted. Telemicroscopic Vision/Full Heat Map - This implant was meant for engineering work that took ludicrous amounts of finesse and attention to detail. When something's gone wrong with a piece of equipment, his optical implant will usually help him spot it so long as he has a general idea of the problem. Weaknesses: Doesn't tolerate people talking down on him. He's also very argumentative when it comes to any tech subject that he's pretty sure he knows more about. Powers: None Personality: Usually fairly calm and collected, he's got a soft spot for sarcastic and dry wit humor. Drew takes "treat those how you want to be treated" to a tee. If you're respectful of him he'll reciprocate in kind. If you're a dick to him, expect to receive plenty of back talk. He's super excitable when it comes to new technology or modifications. Background: Humble beginnings is honestly the best way to describe Drew's childhood. He was born outside of Earth's Solar System on Epsilon Eridani b. There, he grew up with his parents and his older brother Paul. His father was a simple mechanic running a repair shop for civilian craft, and while Paul took to completely different areas of study, Drew took to mechanics almost like second nature from an early age. His father let him come into the workshop from time to time, and Drew with a constant hunger for improvement quickly became a fairly competent mechanic as early as 12. That drive for improvement never stopped and soon, Drew knew enough to begin engineering his own parts. He dreamed of a higher education and working with tech for the rest of his life, but with his father too poor to afford schooling, Drew did what he could with textbooks and any information he could find on the extranet. Armed with more knowledge, he stretched into other tech and worked on navigation systems, ship body mods and dabbled in a little cybertech. His father, simultaneously impressed as well as proud brought Drew on as a full employee in his early teens, and within their small colony Drew became a source of rumor. Not only could this kid fix just about any craft in a heartbeat, he could improve it. And beyond that, he could fix just about anything. These rumors eventually drew the attention of executives at several vehicle companies, and he was hailed as a child prodigy. At the age of 16, his dream of higher education was fulfilled, and Drew took a full ride scholarship to a prestigious engineering academy based on Earth. In his first year, he already proved himself more capable than a large portion of the entire school's population. And beyond that, his thirst for knowledge and improvement lead him to take classes in just about every area of tech imaginable. While most people were declaring their majors and joining a specialized field, Drew felt stuck, unable to commit to any specific kind of tech. And while most people would feel stretched thin, Drew only became a more proficient engineer, both digital and mechanical. To him, Technology and it's advancement was basically an unlimited source of power. Who needed an alien race's telepathy when one could essentially do the same with a communication chip? At 19, he left the academy. Not because he had failed, but because he felt the academy was only stifling his growth. He got back in contact with his brother, who was now a trained surgeon and proposed the idea of offering cybernetics implants, which they'd have to run underground at first with no funding, but would eventually pay off. And pay off it did. Not only in cash, but illegal tech proved to be a much more fulfilling endeavor for Drew to undertake. Soon, their augmentation services became popular in the criminal underworld. But Drew didn't stop there, he eventually took it to modifying the bodies of civilian vehicles with dangerous instruments, modifying navigational systems to disallow any kind of outside tracking, illegally modifying civilian grade engine cores, you name it. This continued for another ten years before he was caught after essentially dropping off of the grid for a while. And while he normally would have been complacent in his punishment, his brother Paul, who he'd taken along for the ride was also convicted for the rest of his lifetime in prison. It was only a week before he was approached and offered participation in the Oblivion Squad. In return his brother would be set free, and upon completion of the mission, should he actually return, his freedom as well.</s> <\|message\|>Amelia DuPont "Yes Captain." Amelia said, looking across at Rose just as he made an appropriate quip and announced that he had prepped the ship for its maiden flight; it was game time. A green light pinged into existence on a steering pad in front of both pilots which indicated they could be used. Amelia gripped hers gleefully, making a few final adjustments to the ship's default take off pattern with one hand. "Oh i'm doing just fine." she purred as she put her fingerprint onto the scanner, firing up the engines. Rolls Royce Tamerlane spacecraft engines had the kind of reverberating boom which shook the inside of your abdomen and rattled your clenched teeth. It was as if Poseidon himself had awoken, shook off the rocks and shipwrecks which accumulate around him and begun swimming to the surface. Despite state of the art shock absorbers, the bridge shook violently for a few seconds as the Vigilance grew accustomed to having power of such epic proportions tacked onto it. She fired auxiliaries before commanding that the docking clamps be unlocked; a moment later she saw on her read out that they had been disengaged, not that she could hear over the boom of the engines. The Vigilance was now floating by itself inside the hangar. Amelia snuck a look at Rose, he was ready to back her up. Ever so slowly, she pushed forward on her steering pad. The Vigilance responded immediately, edging toward the hangar doors as they now opened for them. The subtle change in engine sound coupled with a deep vibration through her seat made Amelia emit something between an excited giggle and a moan. "Don't tease me." she whispered, pushing the Vigilance out of the Roosevelt and into the vast ocean of space. The noise died down significantly once they were into a vacuum. The captain had ordered she put a safe distance between them and the station before initiating the jump so took the opportunity to put the Vigilance through its paces. Using a holographic display Amelia began increasing the speed but barely started before there was a colossal bang and she felt Lex impact the back of her chair before sliding across the floor. Acting on instinct, Amelia initiated the hyper jump that Rose and Eve had assembled. The stars in the front visor became a white smear. The screen became one of what was left of the space station. "Ouchie." Amelia purred. The captain was speaking but she wasn't really listening. They had been five seconds away from suffering damage to their aft section. She looked at Rose. She hadn't been expecting a baptism by fire this early into their maiden flight. She busied herself by making sure the jump was locked in and calculating an estimated time for when auto-pilot would be disabled when they exited hyperspace. It displayed on a big read out between the two pilots. Two hours and seven minutes. Time for a quick meeting. Amelia released control of her steering pad and got up. Rose was still sat. "Coming?"</s> <\|message\|>Suno Lisuli Suno filed out of the room to the hangar along with all the other members of the squad. He spent most of the time in transit staring idly out the window, wondering what exactly he was about to be dealing with. Gazing upon the craft, he noted that his guesses were right: the kitty did have claws. He was about to crew what may have been a state of the art warship. After hooking his communications implant up to the ship's network, Suno pulled a schematic into his vision and gave himself a little tour. He wandered briefly through the bridge, looked over the escape pods and labs, saw what was being stored in the armory, and inspected his quarters and his personal craft, which was awaiting use in the hangar. Everything was top-notch. Suno returned to his quarters and considered what to do with the rest of his free time. According to the information he got from the ship's computer, there would be a good two hours in hyperspace. That seemed like the perfect time to take a nap, especially because there was no maintenance that would otherwise occupy the downtime. This thought was occurring to him as he repacked and stowed his belongings -- taking care to look over them for any damage -- in secure lockers and drawers. He finished just as the engines fired, and, though he rather liked feeling the roar of engines again, he lay on his bed to absorb the vibrations. Of course, he wanted to sleep too. The second jolt wasn't anything he expected. He stood up immediately and grabbed a wall fixture in case of another. A quick scan of alerts on the computer showed no losses of pressure on the ship. Lex's order over the loudspeaker stopped Suno while he listened. It was probably not an especially bad incident if the captain was only calling them to a meeting. Or so he thought, securing his boots and heading upstairs, until a glance at an outside camera showed him what had happened. He hurried to the conference room and took a seat by the door.</s>	<\|message\|>Drew Knight Drew chuckled as he returned the handshake, "Yep, that's me." He said as he walked into the lab, "I don't know what you plan on doing in here, but let's hope you don't end up seeing a lot of me. I imagine your equipment breaking isn't exactly convenient." He looked around the lab to survey what kind of tech he was going to be dealing with, and for the most part, there was nothing he hadn't seen in his university days. The medical lab was something he'd grown fairly used to. On the research side of things, if he had to admit to himself, he wasn't the best versed in maintenance. Nothing in the lab was something he couldn't eventually handle, but he was going to have to do some reading up if Jack planned on using the research lab often. Last thing he'd want is a containment malfunction happen that he couldn't fix during experiments on some kind of dangerous material. He wasn't sure what kind of material Jack planned on working with, anyway. He stopped by one of several terminals in the lab and turned to face Jack. "It all looks to be in tip top shape at the moment, which I guess is to be expected." The Chimera caught Drew's attention again, being a distinctly different color than the rest of the lab. "So, a geneticist, huh? That guy's clearly not just a dog," he nodded toward the quadruped as he kneeled down toward it offering his hand. "Was he an experiment? And, I guess, more importantly, what's the little guy's na--" Suddenly the ship lurched violently, and Drew went hurtling face first into the terminal he'd been kneeling by. He stood back up with a groan, holding his nose. He moved the cartilage around a bit to find that it wasn't broken, but as he pulled his hands away they were covered in blood. "Well damn." He said aloud as he moved toward the medical bay, which thankfully had a sink and some paper towels, "That's one way to start a flight. So much for our new pilot." He joked as he washed his hands and attempted to blow out the blood clot. He knew very well from his experience with starships that whatever that was wasn't a pilot error, nor was it a malfunction. Something had either hit them, or some kind of shockwave hit them - with no alarms going off, no warnings from the on-board AI and no call from the captain, he assumed the latter. But that would have had to have been a powerful shockwave. Just after mulling those thoughts, Lex's voice rang throughout the medical bay calling for a meeting and announcing that the space station they'd just left exploded. As he did so, Drew suddenly remembered he hadn't been alone as he looked over toward Jack, "Damn, I'm an idiot, are you all right?" He asked, ready to head to the conference room whenever Jack was.</s>
<\|description\|>Oleander Oliveia Apparel: Ballistic resistance nano-weave Weapons: Standard issue semi automatic Mattock rifle. Compound bow with heat-tip razor arrows. Personal starfighter: The Auduhlma, refurbished starfighter Criminal?: Yes Convicted for: Product of illegal AI research Species: AI Gender: Female Sexual orientation: Asexual Age: 2 Human Years (cognitively and mentally an adult) Height: 5'7 Weight: 110lbs Equipment: Magnetic weapons platform (Basically tactical webbing with smart magnetics that allow weapons to be put away or pulled out simply by pressing them against it) Boot jets for short distance flight. Personal starfighter: The Auduhlma, refurbished starfighter Skills: Proficient at programming and electrical systems, hacking, repairing. Weaknesses: Susceptible to EMP. While it will not shut her down completely it will dampen her cognitive abilities making her uncoordinated and sluggish. Powers: Can directly interface with electronics by touch, personal shield integrated into body. (Control of this can be overridden by the authorities) Personality: Friendly to allies but cold and with no concept of the value of a single life. It's a numbers game to Oliveia Biography: Oleanders "Father" was famed cybernetics researcher Charles Oliveia. Her first years of live were spent cloistered away in his lab where he taught her the basics of human interaction. Her short but comfortable existence was interrupted when colleagues of Doctor Oliveia learned of his research and reported it to the government authorities. Oleander was seized and locked away, AI that can think and make decisions on its own being both feared and illegal. After several debates on the theory of what qualifies as life, the government decided that she could join Oblivion squad and thereby earn some form of freedom.</s> <\|message\|>Drew Knight Drew listened intently to the introductions given by the rest of the crew. After all, if he was going to be in close quarters with all of these men and women, it was best that he get to know them sooner rather than later. Fortunately enough, he felt like in large part, he'd be able to get along with most of them. Despite the fact that certain members were, for lack of better word, unusual. And then it came to Oleander, as she'd introduced herself, Drew's interest was immediately piqued. She wasn't human, and that alone wasn't all that interesting to Drew, as much as the fact she wasn't alien either. Her last name, Oliveia, also rang bells. As in the Oliveia, one of the top minds in cybernetics. Drew had no idea he'd been working on an AI. Let alone an AI that could pass as a human. Most androids were quite obviously androids at first glance. Oleander, though, he'd had no idea. And if she was here, but Oliveia wasn't, Drew had to wonder what had happened. Had she killed her creator? No, Drew definitely would have heard about something like that. Was she made for an illegal purpose? No, because her programming would be centered around that purpose, and she'd have introduced herself as such. More and more questions popped into Drew's head about her, and more and more went unanswered. Drew wasn't allowed the time to read up on his future crewmates before being introduced to them. But If there was any dossier he was going to skip over now, it certainly wouldn't be hers. Drew had to admit, though, that the idea of the systems tech being a Mesocricetian wasn't exactly exciting to him. He'd never actually dealt with one in the past, but he knew about them. His university days taught him about the behavioral inhibitors of human design. Mesocricetians were always on the verge of killing the thing next to them, even one of their own species. And judging by his introduction, this guy was far from being sociable. Unfortunately for Drew, it looked like the engineering bay was going to be a huge barrel of laughs. It was about then that Lex threw down the hologram on the table and asked for a ship pilot. With only two names offered forth, Drew didn't really have input. His impression of Rose and Amelia were about the same -- neither was someone he would place a lot of trust into for now. What excited him more was the ship itself. Honestly, Drew was impressed that the alliance would give them command of a craft as advanced as the Vigilance was. He would have jumped at any chance to be able to work with alliance tech, honestly, but the Vigilance itself seemed like a powerful craft for a smaller team such as this, and there was no expense spared. Should the hologram be accurate, and why wouldn't it be? Drew was going to have the time of his life just examining the craft, let alone working on it. Impending doom aside, he could think of worse places to die. And then suddenly the last crew member spoke up. Drew had assumed that Ro'Essel, as she called herself, was just shy. But that was certainly not the case, as her introduction was much longer than everyone else's. He was forced to try his absolute hardest to not laugh as she explained that she was blue in a completely serious tone. He didn't think less of her at all, in fact, the fact she was blue probably meant something. But it was totally lost on him, and she certainly wasn't acquainted with human conversation, that much was clear. Rose turned down the offer to pilot the craft, and so it fell to Amelia. Just as well, Drew thought, it wasn't likely he'd be near the bridge all that often, anyway. Drew leaned forward in his chair, "So it's awesome that we have a pilot and all." he spoke up, "but when are we gonna get on the ship? I'd like to actually see what I'm gonna be working with." he asked.</s> <\|message\|>Suno Lisuli So, Rose wouldn't be the pilot. That worried Suno a little bit, but at the end of the day he'd gone into this hoping for freedom but expecting death. He just wasn't sure this was a situation where he enjoyed being right. Then the "Star of Death" started talking, and Suno could do nothing to wipe the astounded look on his face. He looked around to see if anyone was taking it seriously, just hoping, hoping, that he would never, ever have to rely on this creature, who despite seeming human appeared to be deluded and insane. Or maybe she was telling the truth -- but did it even matter? None of what she said had any connection to their mission. Amelia took the job. Suno figured they could do worse, but the way she looked at Lex creeped him out. Hopefully, on most missions, he'd be in his own credit independent of the Vigilance, where he didn't have to worry too much about Amelia doing something murderous. Then again, shipboard weapons... Suno wondered whether the bracelets were hooked up to the Vigilance itself. A mutiny or whatnot might mean a clean escape.a fun thought, but surely just a thought. If some of them were about to become amateur jewelers, he'd let others take a shot before he ever did. And far away. Drew snapped him out of his bit of plotting. Truth be told, he was getting a lit bored. Or was he anxious? Maye he just wanted not to hear anything more that made him fear for his life. A nap and some time to process everything he'd just seen would be great. There was probably about to be a tour of the ship or some other irritating formalities, though. A map and a nap. That would be fine. Anyway, Suno nodded in agreement.</s> <\|message\|>Silas Martin Shaw Silas listened as the others stated their opinions. He was a bit worried to learn that Amelia was going to be at the helm. She didn't give off a very trustworthy vibe. It didn't really matter to him though as he was not interested in being on the ship during missions. Just then the Ko'secti female rose to her feet and boasted a bunch of philosophical mumbo bumbo. He knew their species was capable of great feats but this particular one just seemed deluded. Silas kept listening. He was used to waiting for long periods of time either out in the field or waiting in line for chow. The military was all hurry up and wait. Drew just finished speaking. Silas was in agreement. Let's get a move on. He wanted so badly to look down the scope of his sniper rifle again. To feel the sweat come down his forehead while waiting patiently for his target to come into sight. He always got this rush of adrenaline right before he pulled the trigger, but with a deep breath in and out he always calmed himself and made the shot.</s> <\|message\|>Lex Hargrave "Glad to see you're up to it. I'm sure Rose will happily be your co-helmsman." Lex said to Amelia, leaning back in chair and yawning before looking back at the crew. He hadn't gotten any sleep at all since his trial, being on the ship might actually help in that regard, he always slept better when he could hear the hum of the engines as his eyes closed. "I'd like to get onto it already, but they told me they would usher us over there when it was time. So until then we're stuck in this room along with the armored blokes bored out of their mind listening to us." Lex said as he grinned, glancing at one of the guards who was looking at the ceiling. The man glanced at Lex right as the ex smuggler looked back at his crew at the table. Suddenly, a voice came over the intercom in the room. "Attention, you are cleared to leave the room and proceed to the hangar where you will find your ship and depart. Of course you shall be escorted by several guards, any suspicious activity will not be tolerated." The voice said in a stern tone as Lex rolled his eyes, one of the guards in the room speaking to the Vigilance crew. "You heard the man, everyone to your feet!" They did as the guard asked, Lex the first one up and first one out, the group exiting the room and entering the main hallway. The station was quiet, the only people on it those that worked on it as well as some military personal and a few business men. To the left of the group was a large window which covered a noticeable portion of the wall. The planet could be seen, the crispy brown color of it clashing with the light from the nearby star to create a beautiful sight. They could not admire the sight for long as the group was ushered by the guards flanking around them. Soon enough they reached the hangar which contained the S.S. Vigilance. The two guards standing by the door to the hangar looked over the group, then one nodded to the other and opened the door, the crew moving through to find what awaited them on the other side of the door. The Vigilance in all of its glory. The ship seemed larger than the picture Lex had seen of it, yet it was the perfect size to land on a planet with no issue. He moved around, seemingly inspecting it for any flaws. He couldn't find any, it seemed to be in prime condition. Probably wouldn't last that way for much longer, it kind of surprised him that they were given such a work of technology considering that they were all criminals and as he had been told, 'A very, very low chance of survival'. He wouldn't complain though. The armament on her was the most impressive thing to him, well from the outside. The cannons were imposing, they looked like they could tear a hole in a ship twice its size. He couldn't wait to step inside of it and take command. "Well, she looks pretty damn expensive, is it up to everyone's standards?" Lex asked, turning towards his crew.</s>	<\|message\|>Oleander Oliveia The prospect of a fellow AI was intriguing to Oliveia. Was it too, going through some sort of social integration or was it, like these guards already a part of this network? What wonderful insights into life would it have!? The thought of a mentor was an incredibly enticing prospect. Her father had failed to mention that she was the only one of her kind and that all other AI were just a faint shadow of everything that she is. Without this information and the context in which to apply it, she was bathed in false hopes about what to expect. Her father had chosen to make her human obviously because he himself was human, but Oleander silently wondered what it would be like to have the frame of the small furry psychopath (her father had taught her that word) or to share the beautiful blue hues of the unit "Ro'Essel". Despite her appearance she certainly did not feel human. She did not feel like anything. If her concept of self identity were further cultivated this might have been a source of great anguish to her. However, that was one subject her father had not yet been able to teach her. Her only solace was the fact that she was blissfully unaware that she was without more than half the information he had intended to share with her. Self identity, pride, ambition, all these human qualities and the context in which to make them productive and not damaging were lost to her the day she was separated from her creators hold. She had been lost in thought, listening but not registering the conversations going on around her up until now. Which was just as well, she could go back into her audio banks and review the conversation at will. The human unit Drew spoke, and had she any concept of appropriate social reaction she might have found his comments charming. Instead she only agreed. She was eager to see her new home. The intercom announced that they were to leave now, and she could barely contain her excitement! She followed Lex closely, mimicking the way he carried himself. Aloof but confident. Her comrades seemed to like him, and she resolved to emulate her proxy as closely as possible. She wanted to be liked. Something in her craved it. Why? She was capable of taking care of herself, so it wasn't exactly self preservation. Her wealth of knowledge on psychology suggested that it could be the mental phenomena Known as "Abandonment issues" caused by losing her father. To her surprise defining the issue didn't make it any easier to accept or deal with.</s>
<\|description\|>Suno Lisuli Criminal?: yes Convicted for: Attempted hijacking, piracy Species: Oko Gender: N/A Sexual orientation: N/A Age: 44, perhaps 15 years younger by human standards Appearance: See species description below. Suno keeps his fur/feathers/plumage short and well-trimmed; in a few spots, it has stopped growing due to scars and injuries. He (I'll just use the technical grammatical default, especially considering that, as a male, I'll probably subconsciously add my own outlook) tends to cover all of that up in his clothing. He walks around — he prefers bipedalism to show off what little height he has — with a certain air of confidence and optimism that perhaps isn't deserved in someone who has been handed a near-certain death sentence. Even if there's no way he could, he seems to understand whatever situation he finds himself in and always be thinking about something just a little removed. To some he looks, based on appearance alone, a little pompous. Height: 126 cm (50 in) Weight: 34 kg (75 lb) Apparel: Outside of missions, Suno tends to wear one of a few sets of grey and black undergarments and rotates three very plain one-piece jumpsuits which only differ in color: one charcoal, one navy, and one khaki. They all have a simple strip along where buttons would be which somehow fastens the two flaps on the front of the jacket together. The neckline is a mandarin collar, though Suno usually folds the edge down on the overlapping lapel down. Combined with the small tears and places which have been mended, this makes him appear casually but professionally dressed. The fabric is very well-tailored, but the freedom of movement he enjoys leads one to think there is some sort of elasticity in the joints, if not elsewhere. To accessorize, he wears a black belt in almost all circumstances on which he mounts his knife sheath, ammunition cartridges, and some rudimentary first aid supplies. He wears a silver banded necklace flush with his neck which is a communications relay from his eye to his surroundings. He has gloves for all of his hands made from a tough black material somewhere between animal hide and plastic in texture. They fit his hands just as perfectly as his jumpsuits fit his body. On missions, he wears a lightly-armored and air-tight flight suit capable, with an accompanying backpack unit, of keeping Suno alive in a vacuum for about five days. It can take some light-arms fire but nothing more and nothing sustained. In lieu of a visor, the helmet has four small cameras (two at mouth level and two at eye-level, for redundancy) which feed directly to his cybernetic eye. They are sensitive to a wide range of wavelengths, from mid-infrared to low ultraviolet. Most of the suit's surfaces are matte black to for camouflage in open space. Weapons: Although Suno attempts to keep out of hand-to-hand combat, he still stays prepared for it, and carries a small (though in proportion average-sized) laser pistol with 15-shot replaceable energy cells. He keeps a few spares on his belt and the holster on his left side under his arm (in civilian clothing, under his jacket). He also carries a 13 cm (5") knife on his left hip. As his primary combat experience being boarding and he's not anything more than a pretty good shot, he relies largely on grenades for combat. Fragmentation grenades would be too dangerous in space, so he carries three grenades of smoke (capable of blocking out visible and high-frequency infrared light), hallucinogenic (strictly depressants, though), and aerosol anaesthetic (fentanyl for humans; for other species he has to do some research) varieties. Normally he has one of each. The latter two are potentially lethal, so he carries antidotes in syringes just in case. Equipment: Suno's left eye is cybernetic, a remnant of his glory days, which uses standard 2^2^6 bit encryption channels to connect to standard equipment such as weapons and ships. It gives him a heads-up display of fuel, ammunition, and such. His right ear also has a communications implant. Both of which communicate with his necklace, which has a much longer range and faster connection with his surroundings. Personal starfighter: (I'll think of a name later): The craft is one chosen with Suno's purposes in mind: all he really ever had to do was pose a valid threat and outmaneuver static defenses, so the ship sacrifices armor for speed and maneuverability. Its weight is kept in check by only having enough armor to stop a small ship-mounted laser weapon; anything else could punch a hole right through. Its defenses hinge upon its AI being able to detect attacks and turn so a more favorable surface (or none at all) takes the blow. To facilitate this, small jets are mounted on various surfaces of the craft and can be activated by the pilot or onboard computer precisely and quickly. The main thrusters have some oomph, too. The craft has one forward-mounted laser cannon on the nose and a twin energy rifle turret mounted below that. Skills: He is a reasonably good pilot and shot with his pistol; however, he is by no means an expert. Weaknesses: His size and lack of any real training make him pretty hopeless in open close combat. Powers: None Personality: Suno is someone who knows there's a good side and a bad side to everyone and everything. Despite that, he manages to be pretty optimistic, some of may be due to a bit of self-involvement. He's pretty good with others: once he sees an initial sign of friendliness, he's more than willing to start a conversation. Actual trust requires more work with him. Biography: Suno should have had a better shot at the kind of life most of his species enjoys. Anu-V, where he was born, was the remnant of what could have been a thriving colony, had the parastatal that first built it not ceded the system to an aggressor for a bit of wealth and spare time. The aggressor hadn't done much with it, either. They pulled a few megatonnes of water and minerals out of the system and moved their fleet on to threaten other systems. And so all that was left was a barren colony on a half-terraformed planet scarred by resource extraction, a few hundred thousand inhabitants, and a handful of ships capable of interstellar flight. Oko ships would pass through every few years on their way to markets worth stopping at. They were built of sculpted metal, polymers, and diaphanous carbon crystals: reminders of the wealth of their race and how easily they'd been sold away for peace of mind. Suno grew up surrounded by that resentment. He knew he was wronged and he knew what he deserved. He grew up without ever missing the chance to see one of those Oko merchant ships, always dreaming of being one of those aboard. He longed for wealth, education, long life, escape — all that he thought he should have had. The only was he saw to get it was certainly extralegal, but that was the path he chose. If someone wronged him, why couldn't he wrong others? Within twenty years, he was near the top of a piracy organization that had made itself known in four systems: they would jump in, find a target, subdue what were normally entirely insufficient security systems and personnel, hijack ships, sell off stolen materials, and ransom the crews from the relative safety of their base in the Anu system. He was wealthy enough to get all that he had been wanting: he had good doctors, equipment better than he had ever seen as a child, leisure time to read and become the kind of snob he'd always claimed to hate but secretly envied. Life life worked like clockwork until, one day, it didn't, and Suno and his compatriots ended up in a cell on an E.S.A. cruiser. When a man in a suit with a strange proposal came along, freedom sounded like a pretty good option.</s> <\|message\|>Lex Hargrave "Happy to hear that, Rose. Ms. DuPont, please get us a safe distance away from the station and planet then initiate the hyperspace jump." Lex said from his seat as he tapped in something to the monitor attached to his captain's chair in the bridge. "Jump initiating." Eve pitched in. "Are you really comfortable with doing that with me? I am a convicted criminal after all, though only smuggling, I didn't blow up a planet or anything, still," Lex said to Ro'Essel as he popped out of his chair, looking her in the eyes for a moment. "If you think it will help with the mission or something and you're really okay with it, then I guess we could do it." He said before moving towards the seated pilot and co - pilot. He was about to speak when the whole ship shook, and he was tossed to the floor, sliding into the wall with a bang. "What the hell was that? Status report." Lex asked, his voice raised from its usual suave tone. He popped back to his feet, slowly, the ship no longer shaking. He looked out the ship's large front window as the hyperspace jump had began. "The space station above Minerva is gone, sir." Eve quipped, appearing as a blue orb hologram floating above a console near the pilot seats. "What do you mean gone? A space station doesn't just disappear." Lex said back to the A.I. as the window itself displayed a shot of Minerva and the space station, or where it used to be. "As you can see, all that is left is debris. If I had to guess I would say it was a bomb, an advanced, massive one at that. There was no sign of any vessels launching at the station, so the logical conclusion is an explosive that was already planted. Curious that it detonated right after we departed." Eve said, the hologram of her spinning in the middle. "Is everyone alright? It appears the space station went up in a massive explosion, unfortunately we cannot depart the jump mid flight as that could risk the ship greatly. Still, we should discuss this as well as the mission itself." Lex said into the monitor at his seat, the intercom booming his voice throughout the ship. "Please assemble in the conference room just past the medical laboratory." He added, then moved away from the seat. "We'll discuss the telepathic link telepathic link afterwards." He said to Ro'Essel, then departed the bridge. A short time later he arrived in the conference room, taking his seat at the head of the table, a serious expression on his face as he waited for his crew to file in.</s> <\|message\|>Amelia DuPont "Yes Captain." Amelia said, looking across at Rose just as he made an appropriate quip and announced that he had prepped the ship for its maiden flight; it was game time. A green light pinged into existence on a steering pad in front of both pilots which indicated they could be used. Amelia gripped hers gleefully, making a few final adjustments to the ship's default take off pattern with one hand. "Oh i'm doing just fine." she purred as she put her fingerprint onto the scanner, firing up the engines. Rolls Royce Tamerlane spacecraft engines had the kind of reverberating boom which shook the inside of your abdomen and rattled your clenched teeth. It was as if Poseidon himself had awoken, shook off the rocks and shipwrecks which accumulate around him and begun swimming to the surface. Despite state of the art shock absorbers, the bridge shook violently for a few seconds as the Vigilance grew accustomed to having power of such epic proportions tacked onto it. She fired auxiliaries before commanding that the docking clamps be unlocked; a moment later she saw on her read out that they had been disengaged, not that she could hear over the boom of the engines. The Vigilance was now floating by itself inside the hangar. Amelia snuck a look at Rose, he was ready to back her up. Ever so slowly, she pushed forward on her steering pad. The Vigilance responded immediately, edging toward the hangar doors as they now opened for them. The subtle change in engine sound coupled with a deep vibration through her seat made Amelia emit something between an excited giggle and a moan. "Don't tease me." she whispered, pushing the Vigilance out of the Roosevelt and into the vast ocean of space. The noise died down significantly once they were into a vacuum. The captain had ordered she put a safe distance between them and the station before initiating the jump so took the opportunity to put the Vigilance through its paces. Using a holographic display Amelia began increasing the speed but barely started before there was a colossal bang and she felt Lex impact the back of her chair before sliding across the floor. Acting on instinct, Amelia initiated the hyper jump that Rose and Eve had assembled. The stars in the front visor became a white smear. The screen became one of what was left of the space station. "Ouchie." Amelia purred. The captain was speaking but she wasn't really listening. They had been five seconds away from suffering damage to their aft section. She looked at Rose. She hadn't been expecting a baptism by fire this early into their maiden flight. She busied herself by making sure the jump was locked in and calculating an estimated time for when auto-pilot would be disabled when they exited hyperspace. It displayed on a big read out between the two pilots. Two hours and seven minutes. Time for a quick meeting. Amelia released control of her steering pad and got up. Rose was still sat. "Coming?"</s>	<\|message\|>Suno Lisuli Suno filed out of the room to the hangar along with all the other members of the squad. He spent most of the time in transit staring idly out the window, wondering what exactly he was about to be dealing with. Gazing upon the craft, he noted that his guesses were right: the kitty did have claws. He was about to crew what may have been a state of the art warship. After hooking his communications implant up to the ship's network, Suno pulled a schematic into his vision and gave himself a little tour. He wandered briefly through the bridge, looked over the escape pods and labs, saw what was being stored in the armory, and inspected his quarters and his personal craft, which was awaiting use in the hangar. Everything was top-notch. Suno returned to his quarters and considered what to do with the rest of his free time. According to the information he got from the ship's computer, there would be a good two hours in hyperspace. That seemed like the perfect time to take a nap, especially because there was no maintenance that would otherwise occupy the downtime. This thought was occurring to him as he repacked and stowed his belongings -- taking care to look over them for any damage -- in secure lockers and drawers. He finished just as the engines fired, and, though he rather liked feeling the roar of engines again, he lay on his bed to absorb the vibrations. Of course, he wanted to sleep too. The second jolt wasn't anything he expected. He stood up immediately and grabbed a wall fixture in case of another. A quick scan of alerts on the computer showed no losses of pressure on the ship. Lex's order over the loudspeaker stopped Suno while he listened. It was probably not an especially bad incident if the captain was only calling them to a meeting. Or so he thought, securing his boots and heading upstairs, until a glance at an outside camera showed him what had happened. He hurried to the conference room and took a seat by the door.</s>
<\|description\|>Suno Lisuli Criminal?: yes Convicted for: Attempted hijacking, piracy Species: Oko Gender: N/A Sexual orientation: N/A Age: 44, perhaps 15 years younger by human standards Appearance: See species description below. Suno keeps his fur/feathers/plumage short and well-trimmed; in a few spots, it has stopped growing due to scars and injuries. He (I'll just use the technical grammatical default, especially considering that, as a male, I'll probably subconsciously add my own outlook) tends to cover all of that up in his clothing. He walks around — he prefers bipedalism to show off what little height he has — with a certain air of confidence and optimism that perhaps isn't deserved in someone who has been handed a near-certain death sentence. Even if there's no way he could, he seems to understand whatever situation he finds himself in and always be thinking about something just a little removed. To some he looks, based on appearance alone, a little pompous. Height: 126 cm (50 in) Weight: 34 kg (75 lb) Apparel: Outside of missions, Suno tends to wear one of a few sets of grey and black undergarments and rotates three very plain one-piece jumpsuits which only differ in color: one charcoal, one navy, and one khaki. They all have a simple strip along where buttons would be which somehow fastens the two flaps on the front of the jacket together. The neckline is a mandarin collar, though Suno usually folds the edge down on the overlapping lapel down. Combined with the small tears and places which have been mended, this makes him appear casually but professionally dressed. The fabric is very well-tailored, but the freedom of movement he enjoys leads one to think there is some sort of elasticity in the joints, if not elsewhere. To accessorize, he wears a black belt in almost all circumstances on which he mounts his knife sheath, ammunition cartridges, and some rudimentary first aid supplies. He wears a silver banded necklace flush with his neck which is a communications relay from his eye to his surroundings. He has gloves for all of his hands made from a tough black material somewhere between animal hide and plastic in texture. They fit his hands just as perfectly as his jumpsuits fit his body. On missions, he wears a lightly-armored and air-tight flight suit capable, with an accompanying backpack unit, of keeping Suno alive in a vacuum for about five days. It can take some light-arms fire but nothing more and nothing sustained. In lieu of a visor, the helmet has four small cameras (two at mouth level and two at eye-level, for redundancy) which feed directly to his cybernetic eye. They are sensitive to a wide range of wavelengths, from mid-infrared to low ultraviolet. Most of the suit's surfaces are matte black to for camouflage in open space. Weapons: Although Suno attempts to keep out of hand-to-hand combat, he still stays prepared for it, and carries a small (though in proportion average-sized) laser pistol with 15-shot replaceable energy cells. He keeps a few spares on his belt and the holster on his left side under his arm (in civilian clothing, under his jacket). He also carries a 13 cm (5") knife on his left hip. As his primary combat experience being boarding and he's not anything more than a pretty good shot, he relies largely on grenades for combat. Fragmentation grenades would be too dangerous in space, so he carries three grenades of smoke (capable of blocking out visible and high-frequency infrared light), hallucinogenic (strictly depressants, though), and aerosol anaesthetic (fentanyl for humans; for other species he has to do some research) varieties. Normally he has one of each. The latter two are potentially lethal, so he carries antidotes in syringes just in case. Equipment: Suno's left eye is cybernetic, a remnant of his glory days, which uses standard 2^2^6 bit encryption channels to connect to standard equipment such as weapons and ships. It gives him a heads-up display of fuel, ammunition, and such. His right ear also has a communications implant. Both of which communicate with his necklace, which has a much longer range and faster connection with his surroundings. Personal starfighter: (I'll think of a name later): The craft is one chosen with Suno's purposes in mind: all he really ever had to do was pose a valid threat and outmaneuver static defenses, so the ship sacrifices armor for speed and maneuverability. Its weight is kept in check by only having enough armor to stop a small ship-mounted laser weapon; anything else could punch a hole right through. Its defenses hinge upon its AI being able to detect attacks and turn so a more favorable surface (or none at all) takes the blow. To facilitate this, small jets are mounted on various surfaces of the craft and can be activated by the pilot or onboard computer precisely and quickly. The main thrusters have some oomph, too. The craft has one forward-mounted laser cannon on the nose and a twin energy rifle turret mounted below that. Skills: He is a reasonably good pilot and shot with his pistol; however, he is by no means an expert. Weaknesses: His size and lack of any real training make him pretty hopeless in open close combat. Powers: None Personality: Suno is someone who knows there's a good side and a bad side to everyone and everything. Despite that, he manages to be pretty optimistic, some of may be due to a bit of self-involvement. He's pretty good with others: once he sees an initial sign of friendliness, he's more than willing to start a conversation. Actual trust requires more work with him. Biography: Suno should have had a better shot at the kind of life most of his species enjoys. Anu-V, where he was born, was the remnant of what could have been a thriving colony, had the parastatal that first built it not ceded the system to an aggressor for a bit of wealth and spare time. The aggressor hadn't done much with it, either. They pulled a few megatonnes of water and minerals out of the system and moved their fleet on to threaten other systems. And so all that was left was a barren colony on a half-terraformed planet scarred by resource extraction, a few hundred thousand inhabitants, and a handful of ships capable of interstellar flight. Oko ships would pass through every few years on their way to markets worth stopping at. They were built of sculpted metal, polymers, and diaphanous carbon crystals: reminders of the wealth of their race and how easily they'd been sold away for peace of mind. Suno grew up surrounded by that resentment. He knew he was wronged and he knew what he deserved. He grew up without ever missing the chance to see one of those Oko merchant ships, always dreaming of being one of those aboard. He longed for wealth, education, long life, escape — all that he thought he should have had. The only was he saw to get it was certainly extralegal, but that was the path he chose. If someone wronged him, why couldn't he wrong others? Within twenty years, he was near the top of a piracy organization that had made itself known in four systems: they would jump in, find a target, subdue what were normally entirely insufficient security systems and personnel, hijack ships, sell off stolen materials, and ransom the crews from the relative safety of their base in the Anu system. He was wealthy enough to get all that he had been wanting: he had good doctors, equipment better than he had ever seen as a child, leisure time to read and become the kind of snob he'd always claimed to hate but secretly envied. Life life worked like clockwork until, one day, it didn't, and Suno and his compatriots ended up in a cell on an E.S.A. cruiser. When a man in a suit with a strange proposal came along, freedom sounded like a pretty good option.</s> <\|message\|>Suno Lisuli Well, things would just go exactly as planned, despite whatever the hell had just happened. Obviously, Suno was just as in the dark as everyone else, but he was running through some possible culprits in his head: these terrorists might have more interstellar reach than he knew about; someone aboard the ship might actually have done it; or, perhaps most likely, it was some other agent that he didn't know about yet. Still, the timing of the explosion freaked him out. He didn't want to come this far just to be framed for something he hadn't even done. He'd very much prefer to hang by his own noose, thank you very much. With that thought, his attention turned to the planet displayed on the table in front of him. It was really of borderline comical uselessness, so he assumed most of the others had optical augmentations running just like he did. His were giving him overlays from the ship's databases; they displayed information about the atmosphere, landmass percentage, locals' physiques, relations with humans and other species. Except for the last item, they might as well be headed for a planet on any system in the human domain. He'd run some checks in biological databases soon, just to make sure his weapons were properly suited. He hoped there would be enough information. Even with such a reclusive species, there should be some basic medical information somewhere, and if there had been, it had probably been gathered by the humans putting this mission together, cached into the ship's library. If not, he'd do some more searching. He'd collected some petabytes himself over the years, but none of it was very well-catalogued. He could automate something for the search, but... He started running some searches in the ship's library, hoping something would come up quickly. If not, he'd have some work ahead of him. Suno didn't really have any questions. He was pretty focused on making sure he knew his enemy. Once he'd gotten that down, he expected to be able to avoid offending them. He'd had plenty of experience both keeping his mouth shut and shooting the shit.</s> <\|message\|>Lex Hargrave "Alright, good." Lex said as he looked over the crew, no questions raised which surprised him but it made his job easier. To be honest, he didn't know very much about the world anyway, just the basic information that had been transmitted to the ship. Just as he was about to speak again Eve peeped up, stating that the ship had just exited hyperspace and the autopilot was drifting it towards the world. He was again surprised, this time at how quick the jump had been. "Captain, several small vessels are approaching the Vigilance, they appear to Aur'axean starfighters, they are attempting to communicate with us" Eve said, her voice speaking into the conference room along with the rest of the ship as Lex jogged out of the room, heading towards the cockpit. The automatic doors came open as he bounded in, pressing a button on his captain's chair which displayed a hologram of someone. It was a head, but it was covered in a red and white hood which covered all of the face except for its shimmering yellow eyes, and top of the nose. The skin was a blueish grey, the eyes seemingly staring right at Lex who looked curiously as the displayed figure spoke, their voice deep and rich. "Attention crew of the S.S. Vigilance, this is Kos'Zor Voha Iafal'Hara, representative of the Aur'axean people. We were alerted of your impending arrival ahead of time but that you must have a full military escort towards the planet's surface as we have discovered that you vessel most recently departed from the Roosevelt Space Station, which since your departure has been utterly annihilated. We find this most peculiar and will take the necessary actions. Follow our instructions and no harm shall come to you." The alien said, as its hologram fizzled away, right as two fighters veered right over the Vigilance, seemingly leading it towards the planet. "Captain, the Aur'axean are requesting that once we land that all crew exit the vessel, they want to give it thorough search. They also request to question and scan each crewman." "I don't think they need to do that, maybe we can talk them out of that, but for now, do as they say, I don't want to start an interspecies war today." Lex said as he spoke to the A.I., then turned towards his crew which had followed him to the bridge. "Amelia, take the helm, bring her down gently right where they want you to. Rose, keep your eyes out, I don't think they'll try anything, but it doesn't hurt to be careful," He said to the pilots then turned to the rest of the crew. "Ro'Essel, we should take care of that mind linking right now, before we get dragged into something. Everyone else, suit up and prepare to exit the ship. We are still on mission, so take weapons, armor and any equipment you need. And last of all, stay calm, I had a feeling we'd get knotted up with that mysterious explosion..." He said, sighing as he walked out of the room, signaling for Ro'Essel to follow him.</s> <\|message\|>Ro'Essel Ro listens to the Captain then hears the announcement of the Aur'axean fighters and followed the Captain into the cockpit area telepathically where she observed the Aur'axean introduce themselves as being Kos'Zor Voha Iafal'Hara and how even though they'd requested the Vigilance help them they displayed distrust by demanding that they surrender the ship for what they say is a search. She was curious about their motives and though she was unaware of the old terra adage "Distrust breeds Distrust" it was how she felt. She now hoped to get close to one of the Aur'axeans so that she might scan their thoughts and learn their truths.. The Captain then mentioned needing to link and at first she was going to do so but his demeanor told her that he wished it to occur elsewhere so she followed him.</s>	<\|message\|>Suno Lisuli Suno was not exactly pleased by these developments. They were walking into a situation of sure military inferiority without any guarantee from the ESA that they were still being backed. For all they knew, the planet's defense forces could be planning to destroy the Vigilance as it came down, maybe as a favor to the ESA. And then, think of all the fuel that was about to be wasted in this de-orbiting maneuver. Whatever, Suno wasn't paying, but still. As for starting a war, Suno was pretty sure they wouldn't be much of an issue, for him at least. He rarely was the first one to start things. And even if something did go badly, Suno was pretty sure he'd be dead. The consequences really didn't matter to him at all. Accordingly, Suno's line of thinking was not exactly positive as he walked down to his room and then the hangar. He inspected all of his weapons and equipped himself as best he could, ran a diagnostic test on his ship, and checked the results over manually. He walked back up to the ship's exit near the bridge, nervously tapping his fingers on his pistol. He stared at the airlock door, occasionally checking the readings of the altimeter in his hud. "I have a bad feeling about this," he announced to no one in particular.</s>
<\|description\|>Silas Martin Shaw Criminal?: Yes Convicted for: Allegedly Pre-meditated murder. (Forcibly removed physical augments from the victim causing near instant death) Species: Human Gender: Male Sexual orientation: Heterosexual Age: 28 Appearance: Height: 6 feet Weight: 192 lbs Apparel: Silas wears standard issue military armor underneath his camo. An example of Silas's camo. Worn in addition to his armor. Weapons: The sniper rifle in the above photo is Silas's goto weapon. It's not by any means standard issue. It's capable of connecting with a target from extreme distances. The rifle has a variety of zooms and vision modes. Silas named the rifle Rose. A custom made revolver with a built in laser sight. The magazine holds 12 high caliber rounds. For last resorts, Silas carries this knife with him. The knife is capable of delivering an electric shock. Equipment: Standard Issue Medical Pack, Dried/Smoked Meat (Beef Jerky), Smart camo device (It's wired into the armor Silas wears) The smart camo device functions similarly to a chameleon's skin. It blends with the area around Silas. Silas's Helmet: The helmet has multiple vision modes: Night vision, thermal etc.. It also provides a reticule to assist in aiming as well as providing environmental data (wind speed, temperature etc..) Personal Starfighter: Scratch the word police. This is Silas's personal ship. Armed with only ballistic auto cannons it's not very suited for combat. It is designed for speed and manuverability. Skills: Long distance shots, General Combat, Skilled small ship pilot Weaknesses: Women Powers: None Personality: Not completely in line with what you might get from his crime. Serious by nature. Would not casually go on a mission or without plenty of intel if at all possible. Does not like being single. Humble. Lets his skill set speak for itself. Biography: Silas was born on a near Earth Colony named Eros. Life on Eros wasn't easy. The people there had to live off the land and favored bartering over standard currency. So Silas grew up learning to hunt and farm with his father. Silas's mother died in a freak accident in a hover vehicle. Silas is a one of kind soldier. Hand picked for a special military program code-named Dark Matter. Silas went through 2 years of hardcore training. He learned a variety of skills from survival in harsh climates to assassination techniques. Since war hasn't been prevalent in many years Silas's skills were used for secret missions. The majority of his missions were killing obscure targets or even political targets without leaving evidence. He did this for six years. After retiring Silas was placed into a protection program to keep him safe from any who would figure out his past. Soon after Silas's retirement he was spending time in a bar with friends when a bar fight broke out. While protecting his friends he got in a fight with a rich college kid and hurt him badly. His father had connections. Using those connections the family of the kid framed Silas for a murder.</s> <\|message\|>Lex Hargrave "I understand Rose, if you don't want the position then you don't have to take it. Also, you all don't need to call me 'sir', we're not really enlisted soldiers in the military. You can just call me Lex, no need to be that formal." He said to the group with a smile. "Thanks for the input as well. Makes my job easier when the people I'm supposed to captain give honest opinions," He said, scratching his head before glancing at Oliveia. "You know the ship has its own personal AI, Oliveia? I don't know how advanced it is but I figured I should bring it up to you since you are one as well, though when I walked into the room I thought you were a human." He said with a grin before he looked at Amelia. His attention turned to Ro'Essel as she popped out of her seat and introduced herself and more. He rose his eyebrows in curiosity at the gesture, but a smile appeared on his face as he spoke towards her. "You sound like your skills will fit in great with the crew, Ro'Essel. I'm not really sure if we can do a skills test though, I don't know if we have the time nor means to properly do that. I appreciate the honesty in bringing up the idea, though." He said then looked at Amelia. "The position is yours if you'll have it." He said to her.</s> <\|message\|>Amelia DuPont Amelia watched the exchange with some interest. Her father had always taught her to take note of everything people said because in his own words: 'It is their thoughts, and how you interpret them, rather than your own that win battles, favor and lead to advancement in body, soul and career. This has led to her strategy and overall outlook in life being a particularly effective type of reactionism. It paid dividends aboard her first vessel when she managed to gain control of the captain by conditioning his mind to be subconsciously cautious of her response to his commands. He finally got her transferred off his craft to a frankly much nicer Naval cutter with a very tenuous command structure and disliked Commander. Amelia had started to gain a mental picture of what she was up against as her now crew mates discussed who would fly the SS Vigilance. Lex produced a hologram which displayed a very fine craft indeed. Larger than the Donetsk, but it also looked like it was easier to fly. Her nominated rival, Rose, voluntarily stepped down and the captain's gaze subsequently fell upon her. Wow, a promotion. She'd played second fiddle until now. The helmsmen on the Changde and the Donetsk had both been wonder boys who could jump the ships through a pin head, she'd been there to temper their raw talent and handle the combat and managerial side of things. Wasn't it ironic that she'd been offered her largest career opportunity once her career was effectively over. She stood up slowly and reluctantly saluted before looking quickly at Rose, who sat a few places down from her. "I'll need a co-helm to manage auxiliary navigation systems and produce trajectory algorithms, but apart from that i'll have him singing." Her deliberate bucking of the Naval trend of feminizing spaceships had very nearly got her kicked out of the Academy for insubordinate behavior. This had only served to encourage her to bring it up at every possible opportunity. She directed the same intoxicating smile at the captain for a split second before sitting back down again. In the back of her mind she'd had no doubt she was would land the responsibility of Helm. It was as if she'd been born for this role. The Vigilance itself was practically her dream vessel, right down to the (what looked like from the hologram) Rolls Royce Tamerlane thrusters.</s> <\|message\|>Drew Knight Drew listened intently to the introductions given by the rest of the crew. After all, if he was going to be in close quarters with all of these men and women, it was best that he get to know them sooner rather than later. Fortunately enough, he felt like in large part, he'd be able to get along with most of them. Despite the fact that certain members were, for lack of better word, unusual. And then it came to Oleander, as she'd introduced herself, Drew's interest was immediately piqued. She wasn't human, and that alone wasn't all that interesting to Drew, as much as the fact she wasn't alien either. Her last name, Oliveia, also rang bells. As in the Oliveia, one of the top minds in cybernetics. Drew had no idea he'd been working on an AI. Let alone an AI that could pass as a human. Most androids were quite obviously androids at first glance. Oleander, though, he'd had no idea. And if she was here, but Oliveia wasn't, Drew had to wonder what had happened. Had she killed her creator? No, Drew definitely would have heard about something like that. Was she made for an illegal purpose? No, because her programming would be centered around that purpose, and she'd have introduced herself as such. More and more questions popped into Drew's head about her, and more and more went unanswered. Drew wasn't allowed the time to read up on his future crewmates before being introduced to them. But If there was any dossier he was going to skip over now, it certainly wouldn't be hers. Drew had to admit, though, that the idea of the systems tech being a Mesocricetian wasn't exactly exciting to him. He'd never actually dealt with one in the past, but he knew about them. His university days taught him about the behavioral inhibitors of human design. Mesocricetians were always on the verge of killing the thing next to them, even one of their own species. And judging by his introduction, this guy was far from being sociable. Unfortunately for Drew, it looked like the engineering bay was going to be a huge barrel of laughs. It was about then that Lex threw down the hologram on the table and asked for a ship pilot. With only two names offered forth, Drew didn't really have input. His impression of Rose and Amelia were about the same -- neither was someone he would place a lot of trust into for now. What excited him more was the ship itself. Honestly, Drew was impressed that the alliance would give them command of a craft as advanced as the Vigilance was. He would have jumped at any chance to be able to work with alliance tech, honestly, but the Vigilance itself seemed like a powerful craft for a smaller team such as this, and there was no expense spared. Should the hologram be accurate, and why wouldn't it be? Drew was going to have the time of his life just examining the craft, let alone working on it. Impending doom aside, he could think of worse places to die. And then suddenly the last crew member spoke up. Drew had assumed that Ro'Essel, as she called herself, was just shy. But that was certainly not the case, as her introduction was much longer than everyone else's. He was forced to try his absolute hardest to not laugh as she explained that she was blue in a completely serious tone. He didn't think less of her at all, in fact, the fact she was blue probably meant something. But it was totally lost on him, and she certainly wasn't acquainted with human conversation, that much was clear. Rose turned down the offer to pilot the craft, and so it fell to Amelia. Just as well, Drew thought, it wasn't likely he'd be near the bridge all that often, anyway. Drew leaned forward in his chair, "So it's awesome that we have a pilot and all." he spoke up, "but when are we gonna get on the ship? I'd like to actually see what I'm gonna be working with." he asked.</s> <\|message\|>Suno Lisuli So, Rose wouldn't be the pilot. That worried Suno a little bit, but at the end of the day he'd gone into this hoping for freedom but expecting death. He just wasn't sure this was a situation where he enjoyed being right. Then the "Star of Death" started talking, and Suno could do nothing to wipe the astounded look on his face. He looked around to see if anyone was taking it seriously, just hoping, hoping, that he would never, ever have to rely on this creature, who despite seeming human appeared to be deluded and insane. Or maybe she was telling the truth -- but did it even matter? None of what she said had any connection to their mission. Amelia took the job. Suno figured they could do worse, but the way she looked at Lex creeped him out. Hopefully, on most missions, he'd be in his own credit independent of the Vigilance, where he didn't have to worry too much about Amelia doing something murderous. Then again, shipboard weapons... Suno wondered whether the bracelets were hooked up to the Vigilance itself. A mutiny or whatnot might mean a clean escape.a fun thought, but surely just a thought. If some of them were about to become amateur jewelers, he'd let others take a shot before he ever did. And far away. Drew snapped him out of his bit of plotting. Truth be told, he was getting a lit bored. Or was he anxious? Maye he just wanted not to hear anything more that made him fear for his life. A nap and some time to process everything he'd just seen would be great. There was probably about to be a tour of the ship or some other irritating formalities, though. A map and a nap. That would be fine. Anyway, Suno nodded in agreement.</s>	<\|message\|>Silas Martin Shaw Silas listened as the others stated their opinions. He was a bit worried to learn that Amelia was going to be at the helm. She didn't give off a very trustworthy vibe. It didn't really matter to him though as he was not interested in being on the ship during missions. Just then the Ko'secti female rose to her feet and boasted a bunch of philosophical mumbo bumbo. He knew their species was capable of great feats but this particular one just seemed deluded. Silas kept listening. He was used to waiting for long periods of time either out in the field or waiting in line for chow. The military was all hurry up and wait. Drew just finished speaking. Silas was in agreement. Let's get a move on. He wanted so badly to look down the scope of his sniper rifle again. To feel the sweat come down his forehead while waiting patiently for his target to come into sight. He always got this rush of adrenaline right before he pulled the trigger, but with a deep breath in and out he always calmed himself and made the shot.</s>
<\|description\|>Magnus Blackclaw Criminal?: Yes Convicted for: Seventythree counts of murder in the first degree, possession of illegal weapons, property damage in excess of 8.9 billion, conspiracy to cause mass fatalities, facilitating the production of improvised explosives, eight counts of murdering a member of the security services, grand theft auto, resisting arrest and two hundred counts of assault with intent to cause serious injury or death. Species: Mesocricetian. Gender: Male Sexual orientation: Straight. Age: 15, 35 in human years. Appearance: Magnus is a long haired Mesocricetian, meaning that the fur covering his body is roughly ten inches long, and tapers off into a 'cape' near his hindquarters. The colour of his fur can best be described as 'charcoal', with vertical stripes of white, black and grey going from one end of his body to the other. He has a nasty scar behind his left ear, which is coloured white (whilst the other is black), and new fur has yet to grow over it. His eyes, customary of his people, are black. Magnus' pointed nose is slightly crooked, and missing thin strips of fur across its length, whilst his incisors are yellow and nicked in places. Height: On four feet, roughly 5ft. On two feet, roughly 7ft. Weight: 321 ibs. Apparel: Magnus wears an improved version of the Mesocricetian Quadrupedal Ballistic Combat Armour (QBCA). QBCA is made from square fragments of plasma treated steel titanium bound together by a leathery synthetic anti-ballistic material known as targon, and forms a jumpsuit that protects a Mesocricetian's vital organs. The visual effect is not dissimilar to a turtle's shell, and so many refer to the QBCA affectionately as T-shell. As Mesocricetian soldiers move on all fours, and stand only to aim their weapons, the shoulder, back and arm areas of the QBCA are extra thick. The chest and stomach regions, therefore, are more susceptible to missiles. However, this allows Mesocricetians to maintain their dexterity. Magnus' version is made from the latest lightweight anti-ballistic materials, allowing him to move quickly and easily whilst still benefiting from the effectiveness of QBCA affords its user. Additionally, Magnus wears a Panzer Helm III, or PZH III. The Panzer Helm, designed by Earth's military, was developed especially for Mesocricetian infantry. Essentially, it is a thickly armoured helmet, covering the face, ears and neck with blast-resistant alloys. Moreover, each Panzer Helm comes fully equipped with 'Optical Assist' technology, which works to provide the otherwise near-blind Mesocricetians with almost 20/20 quality vision. Optical Assist also features night-vision and thermal imaging modes. Weapons: The Mount Sinai Munitions Corp MS-32K, Meso Variant. Smaller than the original, and lacking some of the range, the MS32KM is designed for the smaller arm-length of the Mesocricetians, making for a more comfortable grip. Equipment: Energy powered arc welder, capable of cutting through several types of materials. Personal starfighter: N/A Skills: Engineer, Systems Technician Weaknesses: Extremely susceptible to rapid temperature changes. Powers: Behavioural Inhibitor Off Switch - Magnus' Behavioural Inhibitor can be controlled by the team's designated leader. Deactivating it will instantly revert Magnus to his native mental state, and he will attack everyone. Whilst this may seem rather pointless, and potentially dangerous, a Mesocricetian's natural high aggression and resourcefulness can be an ace card when situations go to shit. Personality: Magnus is very quiet, and barely speaks. Although he does grunt a lot, in fact, grunting is all he seems to do. He will often zone out if someone talks to him about anything other than the mission, displaying his obvious disinterest in what they may have to say. Biography: Magnus lived an ordinary life as a dockyard systems engineer, grinding away 9 til 5 every day without much purpose - like many of his kind. One fateful morning during a routine logistical systems check, he suffered a serious head injury when a crane lost its grip on a container, and released it on top of him. Consigned to a coma for four weeks, Magnus' damaged behavioural inhibitor went undetected by hospital staff. Upon waking, he thanked those who had helped him back to health, promptly left the hospital, murdered a weapon's store owner, took a stash of guns and waged a one man war against his own peoples. Six days of death and destruction later, and Magnus was finally apprehended. Hundreds had been killed or wounded in a rampage that had torn half a city to pieces. Although originally sentenced to death, the Meso Supreme Court took mercy on him, noting that his actions were committed out of "diminished responsibility" due to his damaged behavioural inhibitor. His resourcefulness and ruthless efficiency during his killing spree grabbed the attention of a local human admiral, who had caught news of the tragedy. Morbidly impressed that a single Mesocricetian with no military background could do so much damage to a civilised and otherwise passive society, the admiral flagged Magnus' name to his superiors. Consequently, Magnus' impending life sentence with no chance of parole was automatically replaced by an ultimatum of joining Oblivion Squad. Not wanting to rot in a cell for the rest of his life, Magnus accepted.</s> <\|message\|>Suno Lisuli Suno watched with a good deal of curiosity as Lex was shoved into the room. He'd figured the last seat was for someone important, but, now that he got a look at the guy, he couldn't help but laugh a little to himself and wonder who made a captain out of him. There had to be some reason, even if it was just some military planner looking at a list and rolling some dice. Actually, that was probably it. He decided to stop zoning out and listened to the military guy give his little talk. He couldn't really see him, though, because his head was hardly above the level of the table. Also among the group were quite a few femmes fatales, which held no sway over Suno, although he was looking forward to seeing what they might effect among the other members of their species. Speaking of which, they were about the Captain's age and should be in their prime. Nope, he thought to himself, following the hulking military type's gaze. That one's definitely not human. And what has she been thinking about this whole time? Better not to be counting on someone who does that much daydreaming. He'd all but forgotten the anklets. That brought him back to the fact that his feet didn't touch the floor, which was sort of annoying him. Oftentimes, he'd just stand or kneel in chairs, but the guards seemed a little too gruff to warrant asking if that was alright, let alone just doing it. The mission really wasn't that important to him, just as it wasn't to the man who described it. He'd already concluded that the only kinds of missions they were going to be on were ones too risky for any normal unit. Really, it was kind of tame. They could've just been told to "invade a star" or something just as blatantly suicidal. And now everyone was going around introducing themselves. Suno tried to make a note of each name, but he didn't expect much of himself. The captain was Lex, who seemed like a pretty nice guy, though absolutely not what he was expecting. Drew seemed likeable and maybe even someone worth depending on. The military-type prick who, by the looks of him, had something small and worth hiding in his pants, turned out to be called Jorman. Suno decided "Mr. Overcompensation" fit him better, though. The introductions kept moving around the table. Suno only caught the end of what he said, but that Thomas guy was a certified looney; he must have had some serious skills to get him on here. Either way, Suno wasn't letting the guy near him. Then the second femme fatale was up, who definitely wasn't mentally normal. Definitely some sort of empathic disorder, probably at least three homicides. He hadn't even realized the woman sitting next to him wasn't, technically speaking, a human. Or at all. He thought she'd just been quiet, not a science project gone wrong. She was kind of endearing, though. The humans probably would be creeped out by how uncanny she was, but he didn't have the same issue. He was up. He nodded at the android, and looked around the group. "Suno Lisuli." He said simply and slowly. He smiled and turned to Lex while the introductions continued.</s> <\|message\|>Silas Martin Shaw Silas sat in his chair next to the pretty blonde who he purposefully chose to sit by. He watched the man who would be his Captain get shoved into the room. Given his military background he wasn't used to seeing superiors getting treated this way, but he knew that this time it was different. This wasn't a group of disciplined military personnel and he would just have to get used to things being different. He listened intently to the Vice Admiral as he gave his speech every now and then glancing at the others in the room to make sure they were paying attention as well. He was trained to always look out his for fellow soldiers and so it was a force of habit for him to pay attention to even the small details in a situation. He waited until after the speech and everyone gave their introductions before he decided to speak up. He was also very surprised to find that the blonde he sat by was not human. She just seemed lost in thought. He didn't think anything else about her blank look. Silas not one for introductions stood up and introduced himself. "Hello everyone. My name is Silas Shaw. I am looking forward to working with everyone here." He returned to sitting. His introduction a bit bland but it was simple. He didn't feel the need to flaunt his background or brag about his abilities. He assumed most of everyone will probably read up on each other as he intended to do as well. His mind was on the mission. And he was excited to be back to doing something. Being a civilian again was killing him anyways. He took one more look at everyone in the room with him and then down at his ankle bracelet. Maybe being framed wasn't such a bad thing. It got him back into doing what he does best. This is home now. And strangely he was no longer apprehensive about being here anymore.</s>	<\|message\|>Magnus Blackclaw Humans. Disgusting. Perverted. Oppressive. Magnus chewed quietly on a salad-serving of 3 Tier anti-depressants; a medical must for the Mesocricetian with a few identity issues. His pupils, camouflaged by the overall blackness of his eyes, darted from one "colleague" to the next, all the while the human Vice Admiral carried on with his dramatics. A brief thought entered Magnus' mind to kill them all - he could do it! It'd be easy. Chomp on the grizzled little man next to him, who was doing everything he could to avoid the Mesocricetian's gaze, bound over the table and chew a guard to death. He'd get shot a bit, sure, but he'd have time to grab a - The thought was struck from his mind like a rogue card from a deck. Courtesy of his beloved Behavioural Inhibitor, and the defacto cause of his current nightmare. It was a tough life to live; being born to be something, only to have some piece of finite alien technology cancel out any instinctual endeavours at every turn. After his rampage on Meso, Magnus had come to understand the dreaded "10%" - the Mesocricetians who refused the behavioural inhibitors, and lived on the far fringes of society under careful observation from Meso's security forces. Sure their lifespan was about 5 years or so, owing to the high fatality rate of a never ending death match, but at least they were free. How he lon- His mind ran blank again, and he silently cursed the void in his thoughts. During his reverie, it appeared that the old bastard had departed. Magnus hoped his words weren't of importance, and were only confined to drama, because he'd taken none of it in. There was talk of terrorists, and a planet he hadn't heard of - that was when he zoned out. What else was there to know? He and his "colleagues" would be thrown into some asshat of a situation, with gun in hand, and told to kill or be killed. Magnus had no trouble with killing, in fact, one of the guards' pistol holsters was undone. If Magnus could get to him, in one fluid movement, he co- Nothing. "Urgh," Magnus grunted, unaware he had made his displeasure audible. He quickly worked his blunder into an intelligent statement. "Magnus Blackclaw. Systems Engineer, specialising in robotics; I'm the mindless drone that programmes and maintains a dockyard's conveyor and automated systems. That's all you get to know. Now when do we get this shit over with?"</s>
<\|description\|>Aedan Chistopher Selwyn Date of Birth: April 4th, 1988 Appearance: Blood Status: Pure Blood. Personality: Quiet, perceptive, and cunning Aedan is a very fast thinker and thrives on split second decisions. He has a good mind for how spells work and has little trouble learning and casting. As a Selwyn he has been brought up in the traditional pureblood lifestyle. However Aedan has issues with standing still for to long and tends to get headaches, which have been blamed on him having heightened senses. Wand: Red Oak and Phoenix Feather. House: Slytherin Best Classes: DADA, Charms, Transfiguration. Worst Classes: Potions, Herbology, History of Magic, Astromancy. History: Aedan was born to a pureblood and very muggle racist family. He is cunning, smart, sly, and quick with spells that other first years would probably not even try. He's obsessed with the dark arts, and studies the techniques and spells from the Death Eaters. His parents kept him shielded from the worst of the fighting during the war but there was only so much they could prevent him from seeing. As the time got closer and closer to him attending Hogwarts he made a pact with himself, despite his heritage and love of the Dark Arts, he would watch and wait, patiently deciding how he was going to go through school.</s> <\|message\|>Alex Beta Alex had truthfully been surprised by where she was sorted. Her father had never attended school, being a bit too free spirited to learn in a traditional environment. However, on the other end of the spectrum her mother had been a Slytherin, a trait common to pure bloods back in her day. Alex had heard whispers among the students, saying the hat didn't discriminate based on what your parents were or were not. Regardless Alex walked over to the Hufflepuff table, full of pride. Before she even sat down the older students began cheering and clapping for her, glad to have new students in their house. One of the students even moved over on the bench, giving Alex a space to sit down. Alex, friendly as ever, took her seat with a wide grin. The excited girl listened to Professor McGonagall as she began the opening ceremonies. She spoke of the War, something that Alex was well informed on. Her mother had to leave their home next year to meet up with other Witches of her caliber. And her father was always grumbling and ranting to Alex about how unfortunate and pointless the whole battle was. Alex's attention returned as Professor McGonagall began to reiterate the rules. The no spell casting in the halls rule, she didn't see herself following too well. As well as the Forbidden Forest rule. Calling the forest forbidden just made Alex want to explore it even more. What Alex hadn't expected was the sudden uproar of chants at the ban of Weasley's Wizard Wheezes joke shop items. Students all around Alex began to stand up on their seats, clearly unset at this. Alex remained quiet, maybe unaware of the weight this decision carried in the students, and was relieved at how Professor McGonagall handled the situation. The air in the room seemed rather tense, that was until the food arrived. Alex happily began to feast, laughing and talking along with the other Hufflepuffs around her. It was amazing how suddenly the young girl was able to make friends and joke with them as if they had known each other for years.</s> <\|message\|>Darius M. Anderson He immediately loaded his plate. Darius felt a small smirk flit onto his lips as he filled the glass china with an assortment of lean dishes - a t-bone steak, some mashed-potatoes on the side, and a large, hearty filling of steam vegetables. Ignoring the butter beer - he really didn't see how it was delicious - the young boy quietly looked to his left. He had heard of house-elves delivering food and drink underneath an illusionment charm, but he doubted it. Maybe they would cater to his wishes, just this once? "Do you have any Sprite?" His favorite drink back home. There was hesitation, and then, with a small pop, a cool, refreshing can of the fizzy drink was sitting beside his meal. Allowing his smirk to grow into a slight grin, Darius drank with polite gusto, almost finishing the entire can before he dug into his steak. The meat was thick, tender, and slightly well-done; just how he liked it. It was truly amazing how they managed to get every little thing just right. As he dined, he allowed his eyes to roam over the others. Sitting by a few first-years, he felt a bit awkward. He was one year older, but even then, it slightly surprised him how little some of them were. They were ten and eleven years old, he remembered, but it was still weird to see it. Relinquishing an inner shrug, Darius returned to his meal, not really interested in any small-talk at this moment. He truly wanted to explore the building, and perhaps find a library to go over some first and second year spells - he could probably even try out third yeared ones! It was an exciting thought, and he continued to eat his food at a sedate, yet slightly hurried pace, making sure not to spill in his haste. As he ate a load of brussel-sprouts, allowing them to crunch at the back of his teeth, Darius' ears honed in on a conversation not even a few seats away. A hufflepuff male had come over to their table, and was talking to his brother. He wasn't really interested, until the term 'death eaters' came up. Now...that was interesting. He realized that he had been blatantly staring with fork in hand, and the First-Year promptly began eating, although his ears were now on the two boys' conversation.</s> <\|message\|>Skylar Brookes Skylar had enjoyed the train ride to Hogwarts, using the lengthy journey to finish a book and work her way half-way through another. She had hoped that she might finish the second book during the feast, however sorting and other conversations proved to be too much of a distraction. Bearing the last name of Brookes, Skylar and her brother were among the earliest of first years to receive their house assignments from the hat. First her twin, Jake, and then herself, both making their way toward the Ravenclaw table to join their new 'family'. Sky watched her brother tune out the world and focus on his own book, which looked more like a text book than a novel, she herself turning to socialize with the others of her house. Once the Sorting Hat had been removed from the last first year, the new Headmistress stood before the group and made her announcements, Skylar nodding in approval as this was a woman she could respect. Her smile vanished as McGonagall relayed the rules forbidding the use of Weasley products, Skylar joining the Gryffindors in protesting this restriction. She loved pranks and none were better than those produced by the Weasley Wizard Wheezes Joke Shop, this feeling like a betrayal to her nature. Silenced by the Head Mistress, Skylar retook her seat while shooting the infamous Mr. Filch a nasty glare. Riots aside and rules laid down for all students, platters of food filled each of the tables much to the delight of the students. Always up for food, Skylar stuffed her plate, much to the dismay of her quieter twin, and began scarfing down the food. Bloody red meats, bread and sweets, Skylar's plate was as packed as it could possibly get before she picked it up and waltzed toward the Slytherin table, the most notorious for its exclusive nature. Earning a few looks from some of the older students, Skylar smiled innocently and butted her way into a seat. "So..." Her eyes scanned the faces around her, seeming to search for something in particular. Picking out the newest addition to Slytherin House Skylar pointed her fork at him before speaking. "You, Aedan was it?" Pausing again to take another bite of food, Skylar waited to see if she had the small brunet's attention. "I'm very much looking to make friends with Slytherin House and thought it might help to start by befriending a fellow First Year. Think you could give me a chance?" Something told her this particular kid was going to be an interesting one, he just had an air of intelligence about him that she couldn't help but to be drawn to. She sincerely hoped he'd at least give her a chance but she wasn't stressing too much over it. "The name is Skylar, by the way... Skylar Brookes."</s> <\|message\|>Norvel Ivanovich Orlov Norvel glared at the floor sullenly as he made his way towards the Hufflepuff table, something akin to a pout plastered on his face. Things definitely weren't going his way today – not that he had a problem with the house he'd been sorted into – but his parents had just abruptly decided without him that sending him off to one school while the rest of his friends were sent off to who knows where was a good idea. That, for him, was definitely enough to dampen the mood for… a while, to say the least. He'd tried to cheer himself up with mild success on the train ride on the way to Hogwarts, but the more he thought about it, the more he wanted to do something ridiculously reckless just out of frustration. So he'd just stuffed those thoughts into the back of his mind for now. (…Not that they'd stay there for long, anyhow.) The announcements the headmistress had made earlier all flew right over the boy's head as he'd gazed blankly at some of the Gryffindors who'd been making a ruckus. Something about Weasley products…? (He'd been able to pay at least some attention during the sorting ceremony, but now he was just starting to feel bored.) Norvel was pretty sure none of this concerned him anyway, so he'd zoned out for a while as the headmistress prattled on and on about rules... the Forbidden Forest... staff members... Then he zoned right back in as the smell of food reached his nostrils. The boy perked up with alarming speed and started to shove all manner of food onto his plate. When he finally looked up, he realized some of the other first years were moving to other tables. Norvel gave them a rather suspicious look, but didn't say anything. Were they really allowed to do that, or were they just breaking the rules…? (Not that he was against breaking the rules or anything, he reassured himself. He'd break the rules if his friends insisted they had to, but otherwise, he wasn't particularly working towards breaking the rules, either.) He eventually decided to just stick to the Hufflepuff table. Right, he thought, expression lighting up as he eyed the other first years at the table, Uh… friends. Yeah, friends. Um… Norvel wasn't particularly picky when it came to friends (pretty much anyone would do, actually) so naturally, he shuffled towards the first person who looked talkative enough and tried his best to slap a smile on his face. (Although it did come out looking more like a really thin, forced one. Maybe even a grimace is you looked closely enough.) "Hey," he said tentatively as he took a seat beside Alex, eyeing her curiously, "You're a first year too, right…?"</s>	<\|message\|>Aedan Chistopher Selwyn "Aedan, can you stop staring at the people and tell your parents goodbye properly? We won't see you until the Christmas holiday, you would think that you don't care." Aedan sighed as he recalled the farewell on platform 9 and 3/4. Sure, he loved his parents and for a pureblood family they weren't -to- suffocating but of course the usual 'you have better be in Slytherin' comments were very covertly thrown in. To be perfectly honest Aedan was thinking more of how lucky he was that he was starting school on time and in the correct grade as he had heard already that some kids were going to be held back a year or would be 12 sometimes 13 starting in the first year. Luckily his parents fears were relieved as the hat barely touched his brunette hair when it screamed Slytherin. Waving at his new house as he walked over to it he was clapped on the shoulder and given a warm welcome even as some older students made way. Aedan hesitated for a moment before sitting down looking over at his Cousin in Gryffindor. Jax was an interesting figure for Aedan and the brunette wondered if the older boy knew how much Aedan's mother and father helped them out when they escaped to America. Shrugging he sat down and listened with a bored expression on his face as the Headmistress went over the rules and regulations also ignoring the outburst over the Weaseley's products. Aedan spent the time looking at the various faces around him taking in names and listening to conversations. It paid to be aware and Aedan had a interesting ability to hear very well. When the ruckus finally died down Aedan winced as the tables were instantly full of food and excited talking broke out all over the Great Hall. So much for not getting a headache today. Aedan ignored the food instead simply taking a cup of pumpkin juice and sipping it watching the Great Hall closely. Instantly his eyes locked on the Ravenclaw approaching the Slytherin table, he followed the girl with his eyes sizing her up to be probably his age or a year older, a first year that was sorted a bit before him. She seemed the brainy type but her eyes spoke mischief. She sat down with curious glances all over the green and silver table and Aedan saw her eyes looking around until they found his own. "You, Aedan was it? I'm very much looking to make friends with Slytherin House and thought it might help to start by befriending a fellow First Year. Think you could give me a chance?" Aedan took another good look at her, the black hair and eye color. His eyes picking minute details. She was a pure-blood, had to be. To many of the constant features associated with the sacred 28 not to be. He realized he was staring and took a sip of his juice to cover. "Nmae is Aedan yes. Aedan Selwyn, you're a pure-blood aren't you? Which family are you closest to?" It didn't really matter per se but he -was- interested. "You don't have to answer that if you don't want to, though it would probably alleviate the stares a bit." He pointed to the various older students still staring at the Ravenclaw first year sitting at the table. "But to answer your question Skylar yes I think we could be friends."</s>
<\|description\|>Slick Sloth Zairos III Photo: But with brown hair and blue eyes. Age: 15 Gender: Male Abilities: Slick can manipulate fire and it trying to learn the art of arcana (Arcane magic). Because of human body limits he can only master fire magic. Because of his DNA he can harden any bit of skin, into dragon scales. Also has weird eyes. How can you work in a team: An offensive attacker/tank. Personality: Intelligent for his age, Slick will over analyse things and is very hot headed. He will never back down from a fight if his friends are threatened or his morals are questioned. When asked to do something by a friend or someone he respects, he'll do it without question and efficiently, he'll do this unless it morally questionable. History:(To be told at a later date) Other: He carries a sword sheathe on his back, however it only contains the hilt. He will also only wear something if it's blue, except for white trainers and his gauntlet he will get.</s> <\|message\|>Eris Phyre Lyndwyrm Eris walked through the hallways of the dorm just taking in the sounds and smells as she made her way to her room, "wow they put me in a room with three other people, I wonder what's up with that." She said before reaching the room and opening the door. When she saw that nobody was there yet she pulled out her sword and started carving her initials into the post of the bed she was taking then started putting her stuff away in the dresser making sure to fold everything neatly.</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy Meruin nodded. Well, she wasn't really worried about the hostile creatures; a part of her experience a few years back taught her to have at least three barriers up at any given time. Her barriers that were currently up would be individually be difficult for even the Sol of back then to breach - according to her memories at least. She sighed internally, she kind of missed Sol and the others. Hearing Elza wistful words, Meruin considered her options. She nodded to herself and said, "If you wish, we could spar. It has been awhile since I've fought anyone - the last person I fought was the previous 3rd ranked council member, and it wasn't much of a fight . . ." The man had laughed at her and generously given her a whole week to prepare. Needless to say, he lost before a minute had gone up.</s> <\|message\|>Lani Lockhart Lani walked into her dorm room and saw a girl carving her initials of a bedpost. Weird. Lani just walked to a bed and put her stuff down. She put away the few things she owned. Pandora entered her room and threw her stuff down on a bed. In her bag there was a lighter and quite a few knives.</s> <\|message\|>Marcus Gracy Marcus arrived at the school and decided he should check out his office for when he starts his job as the schools consular tomorrow. On his way there he heard minor rumors of a fight breaking out in one of the girls Dormitories. He thought heavily , should he go check it out or just wait til he's fully reconigazed as the schools consuler. Marcus decided to take the risk and check out who started the fight ,so he can report it to the Head Master. He begin to search through the dormitories asking some of the passing female students about who took part in the altercation that happened before he arrived.</s> <\|message\|>Elza Elza considered this, if Meruin had beat a rank 3 council member then that meant she was quite powerful. Elza really was itching for a spar though, "That sounds interesting, just for fun of course. We can duel here, we don't want to mess up our cool room." she said grinning and her shadow self poofed into nothingness. Elza readied her scythe and turned to face Meruin, "Ready?" she asked, she was quite curious to see how powerful Meruin was. --- Sol walked into his room and looked around curiously, it seemed his room mates stuff was here but the owner was strangely absent. He quickly set his stuff down and set up his sleeping area. Then he curious to see who his neighbors were he knocked and opened the door next to him to see, two boys sitting on their beds and Slick flip down from his position on the ceiling and was appearing to have a conversation with them. "Hey Slick, hey neighbors, my name is Sol my room is next door. Good to meet you." he said smiling and holding the door open for Slick, as it appeared he was leaving.</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy Meruin blinked. That was a fast response. It wasn't as if she disapproved though. The short mage took a few steps back, muttering something under her breath as she did so. Her hair began floating up as if she was under water and her gaze pierced through Elza. Her emerald eyes glowed faintly. "Very well . . . let's begin." A large magic circle flared into life directly beneath Meruin.</s> <\|message\|>Elza Elza grinned, in response to Meruins piercing glance, she could tell this was going to be a good fight. Deciding against a melee attack as she didn't know the nature of the magic circle she instead formed several shadow lances around her and hurled one at her curious to see Meruin's reaction to the attack.</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy Meruin closed her eyes and began chanting. Trusting the natural defenses of the 4 barriers she had in place, she focused only on her next spell. About a hundred magic circles the size of dinner plates shimmered into existence behind her in a 'U' formation, all of them facing Elza. For Meruin, she would hit hard from the very start as a sign of respect. The lances of Elza stopped 3 meters away from Meruin, locked in place by a ring of light. 30 secs until spell goes off</s> <\|message\|>Elza Elza's eyes widened almost as large as the magic circles were. This escalated far quicker than she had expected, which just meant it was going to be fun. Elza's eyes glinted with the light of challenged and she charged Meruin while hurling her other 4 shadow spears at her. If they were stopped she would bring them back and break them into a deadly hail of shadow shards and send them at Meruin as she viciously swung her scythe hoping to break through her barriers.</s> <\|message\|>Pandora Lockhart Pandora looked around. Nothing interesting was happening at the moment. Or at least nothing that Pndora could tell was happening. The real question now was... To burn something or not to burn something?</s> <\|message\|>Deus Ira Deus walked around the Hall of the boys dormitory. He looked left and right for his dorm. 'Woah, the boys dorm is grand, I wonder how the rest of the academy looks like. Deus stopped in front of a door. 'I believe, this is it.' Deus walked in leaving his door open. Once he finished settling down, he walked out of his dorm and began to explore the academy a bit. "Woah, I sure am enjoying this. This is grand. The only place that's big as this is my old home at the monastery, and that's not saying much because it was pretty small. Also all the auras I am sensing here is just too much." He stopped in front of a door that stenched of Demons.</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy Meruin continued chanting. As expected, the barrier stopped the spears, however, Elza pulled them back and sent them flying towards Meruin en masse. Once more, they were caught 3 meters away from Meruin and locked in place, however, the scythe of Elza completely bypassed whatever barrier was responsible and raced towards the short mage. The scythe impacted against a shining rune placed in the air, causing the force to rebound towards Elza. The barrier also came with a curse that lowered stamina - the symbol of the curse was a tattoo of a withering tree that appeared on a random limb. 23 secs until the spell goes off</s> <\|message\|>Elza Elza growled in frustration as her scythe rebounded off another invisible force. Elza's eyes raced back and forth analyzing her defenses. Layers, no doubt anyone one of them would be to much for her to break through so she would have to slid through them and reach the mage before she could finish her spell. She hefted her scythe again but to her surprise it felt much heavier- no her left arm was just extremely weak, the cause appeared to be a strange tattoo like thing of a withered tree. If the other barriers Meruin had did similar effect she would be to weak to fight by the time she made it through the shields. This was going to be a slow method of trial and effort but Elza had no other choice. So she stepped inside the first circle that stopped her shadow magic and then conjured several shadowy lances again and hurled them at Meruin inside the first barrier hoping that she didn't have another one of the like, while also stepping forward to see if she could get through the second wall with just her body.</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy The magic barrier contracted and decreased its area, once again catching the shadows within its range. As of the moment, all of Meruin's barriers were focusing on a smaller area around her, effectively clumping into one space. Meruin opened one eye as she was chanting. A magic circle was glowing in her eyes as if it were branded there, and its exact copy appeared underneath Elza.</s> <\|message\|>Elza Elza cursed silently as her magic was once again caught by Meruin's shields. She was surprised when Meruin suddenly opened one of her eyes revealing a circle in it that was immediately duplicated underneath her. Elza's mind went into overdrive thinking of how to react. Quickly Elza jumped forward and flipped the shadow she had been standing on making the circle upside down facing the floor below them. Elza hurled herself towards Meruin while wrapping shadows around her legs to ensnare her. If her attempt at physical assault was stopped the shadows that were attempting to grab Meruins's legs would suddenly grow spines in an attempt to land a hit on the mage.</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy Chains made of wood snaked from out of the magic circle beneath Meruin - it was not just any ordinary wood however, but wood summoned from a Sacred Tree. It's ability to seal off the strength and powers of whatever it caught increases whenever more wood was involved. They chased after Elza and attempted to bind her completely. Meruin kept her eyes on Elza and ignored the shadows on her feet. A barrier once again stopped her and it came with the same debilitating curse as earlier. The shadows that grabbed her were speared through and destroyed by Meruin's hair, which was now a bit lighter in color. 15 secs until the spell goes off</s> <\|message\|>Pamela Armellia Cruz Meister Location: Entrance to the Boys Dormitory "I wonder if they are around... I really miss the others.", he spoke. He was one of the survivors of that explosion which he didn't want to remember. Thanks to that, one of his closest companions had died. However, he decided to start anew. Cruz wasn't willing to be held by the past no more and he learned this lesson by sheer experience. "I've heard from some students about Slick, Sol and Meruin. I really hope that they survived, it would be a shame to get back without seeing the familiar faces from back then.", he spoke. After saying that, Cruz entered the dorm, moving towards his room. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Lynda "Lyn" Hermit Location: Girls Domitory Corridor Since she was near the window, Lyn looked from it and saw Marcus running towards it. "Oh no, I was caught by the cops. Then again, it wasn't my fault. They were the idiots that were blocking my way for no reason.", she shrugged.</s> <\|message\|>Marcus Gracy "Judging from that statement you must be who I'm looking for. I'm Marcus and I'll be escorting you and those 10 students to the principal's office." Marcus lays his hand on Lyn's shoulder. "Please come peacefully.....I'm not in the mood for any dilemmas."</s>	<\|message\|>Slick Sloth Zairos III Slick jumped from the roof of his dorm onto his bed, closed up the ventilation hatch and began unpacking.</s>
<\|description\|>Slick Sloth Zairos III Photo: But with brown hair and blue eyes. Age: 15 Gender: Male Abilities: Slick can manipulate fire and it trying to learn the art of arcana (Arcane magic). Because of human body limits he can only master fire magic. Because of his DNA he can harden any bit of skin, into dragon scales. Also has weird eyes. How can you work in a team: An offensive attacker/tank. Personality: Intelligent for his age, Slick will over analyse things and is very hot headed. He will never back down from a fight if his friends are threatened or his morals are questioned. When asked to do something by a friend or someone he respects, he'll do it without question and efficiently, he'll do this unless it morally questionable. History:(To be told at a later date) Other: He carries a sword sheathe on his back, however it only contains the hilt. He will also only wear something if it's blue, except for white trainers and his gauntlet he will get.</s> <\|message\|>Tony Hart Tony sighed, so much was already happening. He managed to see Ryan's Tarot Cards, and added a mental note to the thousands he had floating around in his head at the moment. He greeted Deus and Eris, and watched as Sol walked over to the table. He challenged Eris, Hart perked up and watched with interest. Lucy watched as his sister groggily came over to his table and sat next to him. He slid a cup of coffee too her, which she accepted greatfully. Even she, in her tired state, watched the challenge set by Sol against Eris. Would she accept? Tony smiled at Liz and said, "nice to meet ou. I'm Tony, and this is my sister Lucy," as he gestured to the blond haired girl next to him.</s> <\|message\|>Sol ghost in black Sol had been about to reply when a flare of light came from a barely clothed Meruin beside him. He turned to face the source to see Meruin basically wearing a contained rainbow, 5123 barriers.... and here Sol thought his own magic was progessing well. Getting through one of Meruin's barriers was hard, that many, well you might as well not even bother wasting your time, "Most impressive work Meruin, good to see you haven't been slacking off." Sol turned back to face Eris, "Aplogizes for my lack of manners, My name is Sol, a second year student. Keep in mind when you accept my challenge you are of course free to set the conditions for victory." he said making sure that he wasn't exploiting someone for thier lack of knowledge</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan looked at the robe and sighed. This was his one major problem in his quest to become president. He had to compete with Meruin, who was seemingly unbeatable. "Eris, you are being challenged by Sol. Now that he has challenged you, you may dictate when and where you are fighting. There is no declining the challenge." He explained quickly while putting on his jacket.</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy Meruin switched out of the robe by muttering a few words, and was back to wearing regular clothing. "Well, like I said, it's impressive, but impractical. I can't do anything but stand or run while wearing Perpetual Fortress." She looked at Eris and Sol with some interest. While it's true that Eris as a Student Council member couldn't back down from the challenge, her challenger was someone who definitely wouldn't be easy to beat. If he'd improved over the time she had not seen him, then she wasn't sure that Eris could win. Of course, it could just be a bit of bias for a friend, but still . . .</s> <\|message\|>Deus Ira Deus looked at Liz. "Nice to meet you Liz, My name is Deus Ira. And yeah you missed the introductions, I wasn't there for it either, so whatever." Deus said. He felt a little bit excited, he couldn't wait for the ranking battles. But he knew that he needed to train some more. He got up from the table. "Well guys sorry to cut this short, but I need to head back to my dorm. Got some training to do." Deus said as he left the cafeteria.</s> <\|message\|>Marcus Gracy "Tony , 3 (Meruin), stop bickering in front of the children." Marcus laughed standing up and throwing his plate away." Maybe you guys should go see a marriage councilor." He waved good bye." I'm gonna go two, have to be in my office at a certain time. I'll be in the back room so if any of you guys stop by just ring the bell and I'll come out, cya!" He shouted exiting the lunch room.</s> <\|message\|>Eris Phyre Lyndwyrm "Well Sol I have no choice but to accept the challenge but what would the conditions be?" She said half to herself as she began pacing then stopped in her tracks with a smile on her face and turned towards Sol. "How about a tennis match, one on one no outside assistance, an hour after we get our gauntlets on the tennis court we only use magic no rackets."</s> <\|message\|>Elizabeth Moon. Liz for short Liz looked at the Tony's little sister and smiled "Hi, nice to meet you. I have a little sister as well but shes a bit younger then you still." She spoke and finished eating her breakfast before watching Marcus walk off curious of him as he never introduced himself before "Well, It was nice meeting the 3 of you." Liz waved off to Tony, Deus and Lucy as she headed off to the office Marcus mentioned and knocked on the door "Hello~ Are you in there?" She asked and knocked again louder impatient for a response.</s> <\|message\|>Marcus Gracy "Yeah come in!" Marcus was on a computer behind his desk typing with a unsatisfied look on his face. Mumbles a few swears since he can't train until he's caught up on all his paper work."Bullshit." He repeated every time he clicked on the mouse scanning through pages filled with words that are probably important and should be reading.</s> <\|message\|>Elizabeth Moon. Liz for short Liz slowly opened the door and walked in shutting it behind "Hey, you were the guy at the cafeteria." She took a seat opposite him looking at the office space before focusing back in on Marcus "I am Liz nice to meet you." She spoke and got up from her chair and looked at the work he was doing "That looks dull? Is this is what is keeping you from training and fighting people?" Liz asked briefly scanning over the words "Want some help with it?"</s> <\|message\|>Marcus Gracy "Yeah i am the guy from the cafeteria who happens to be named Marcus , 8th on the student council and your councilor for the rest of your life at this academy." He finishes the page and grins evily standing over the computer. He punched a hole through the screen." No that's okay......I think it must've short wired or something." He lied forgetting that she was there when he punch the hole in the screen. "So what did you need help with?" He kicked his feet onto the desk. "Boy problems ,bullies ,drug abuse, alcohol abuse , thinking about suicide ,thinking about getting laid.......did I say boy problems?" He was pretty happy to have his first student to help on the first day of the job ,but you can tell he was anxious to train .</s> <\|message\|>Elizabeth Moon. Liz for short "Well, Nice to meet you." Liz gave a small freaked out chuckle when he punched the hole in the computer and just put it down to something completely different "OH a problem?" Liz asked coming back down from being taken back by his sudden punch "I have no real problem I just came to introduce myself and make sure you would not bored or lonely." The girl explained and pulled out two chocolate bars "Want one?" She asked already starting to eat the first one "Oh, if you want I can help you train as well." Liz spoke with a mouth half full but she was in too good a mood to care about good manners.</s> <\|message\|>Marcus Gracy Marcus grabbed the chocolate and nibbled into it. " Thanks he mumbled as he chewed more pieces of the candy bar. " I......guess you can help me." He walked over to a window and opened it. " I hope you're preparer because I'm gonna try to push my self to my limit in this battle since I have my gauntlet now." Luckily Marcus was apart of the school staff and the staff receives their gauntlets before the students. "Meet me on the track feild ." He said jumping out the window. He causally walked to the track field notice that the damage he , Deus and Tony cause to the feild the other day was gone. " Man, that clean up crew sure does work fast." Marcus stood in the middle of the track field waiting for Liz so he can activate his gauntlet.</s> <\|message\|>Sol ghost in black Sol tilted his head curiously, he had been hoping for something a little more combat oriented. Obviously his opponent had chosen such an event because she believed that she would hold the advantage. Unfortunately Sol was equally sure she was right, it would most certainly be an interesting match up. "Very well then, we shall meet in an hour on the tennis court." he said and moved towards the court and sat down by some nearby seats. An hour to prepare, just what he needed, if the challenge had been immediate he probably would've been crushed. But he had learned from Meruin, time to prepare was time to set up magic. He began concentrating on what he wanted to do to give himself the advantage, the most likely one to succeed would work without a doubt, however it would be very, rude to say the least. Sol stored that plan away in the back of his mind, if worst came to worst he would use it.</s> <\|message\|>Eris Phyre Lyndwyrm "Great see you then" she said as she walked out the cafeteria and towards the Dorm to change into something more suitable for sports. When she came out she was wearing gym shorts and a short sleeve shirt, "well better go set up" Eris said before walking towards the tennis court and moving the automatic tennis ball launcher into place then started lightly tracing runes on the ground with the tip of her sword. To anyone watching it would look like she was dancing with her light blades with the way she spun and twisted and the way the ring of her shadows and her blades rotated and dipped. While she did this she hummed her favorite song moonlight symphony and the light blades shifted changing into giant great swords that obstructed outside view of her.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan sat at the tennis court watching Eris do her thing. "Secret Grimoire Art. See through the veil, The High Priestess." Ryan whispered to himself as the Roman Numeral for 2 glowed on his hand. Ryan saw through the blades obstructing her and was fascinated by the runes. "Quite the setup you have."</s> <\|message\|>Elizabeth Moon. Liz for short "Wait a fight..." Liz was going to object but he had already jumped out the window. She sighed finishing off her chocolate and looking up, she barely knew anything about his powers and she barely had any time to set up but was had given her word to help him train so she would not back down as she made her way to the cafeteria and walking over to Meruin "Hey, can you look after my stuff? I got myself into a fight by accident by being too nice." She chuckled and ran off to the track field "Will this work with only one gauntlet? Last time both participants need their gauntlet." Liz asked "Oh and this is my weapon." She pulled out a water bottle throwing it up in the air a bit a few times "I assume you have no objections to that."</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy Meruin nodded her head and took the things off Liz's hands. Meruin followed her and looked at her opponent. Marucus, part of the Student Council, extraordinarily strong and was able to nullify magic. In other words, Liz was his natural enemy. Her water body was not magic, but her actual body, and Marcus did not have any elemental magics. Unless he somehow had a way to affect Liz in her true form or managed to beat her before then, then this fight was one-sided. "Good luck," she said to Liz. Oh, but that was showing favoritism. "And to you too, Marcus. Give the Student Council back a bit of our pride." She did here the conversations between several students, after all - but it also completely slipped her mind that she didn't do much for their reputation by showing up near naked in the canteen. Oh well.</s> <\|message\|>Marcus Gracy "We're just training 3." Marcus said as he tapped his gauntlet activating the field. He stood in a fighting stance. " I'm positive this one feild will be stable enough for the both of us. I'm gonna attempt to surpass my limit so you should probably activate your strongest defensive spell now." He wasn't trying to be cocky or anything he just wanted to make sure Everything was perfect so he can surpass his limitations.</s> <\|message\|>Alexander Faulkner Alex had finished his business and was now walking back to the main building. He was beginning to like walking wherever he wanted to go as it gave him the chance to observe other people and generaly the world around him. He had been living in a self-inflicted isolation for the last ten years, after the incident. He decided enough was enough. He would return to the outside world and was willing to even use force on himself if it came down to it. On his way back he spotted Marcus and, presumably, a new student, preparing to fight. This seems interesting he thought and sat down in a nearby bench, waiting for the fight to start.</s> <\|message\|>Elizabeth Moon. Liz for short "Well even if this is training I want to go all out as well, so how about what ever the result is we call it a draw? That works out best for us both anyway, you don't want to fall out of the council and I don't really want to be in the council." Liz explained and lifted her hands "With the power of water at my fingertips and the water elemental in my soul I crack the seal." She spoke and the seal on her back that Meruin's master had once helped make stronger glowed as her body quickly changed to being made completely of water "Ok, we can begin now then Marcus."</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy Meruin tried to conceal the small smile on her face. "I see the seal is working properly. That's good." She wanted to ask if it's been any help to her but Meruin decided it would be best to let her concentrate on the fight. There will be time to talk to her later anyway.</s> <\|message\|>Sol ghost in black Sol finally stood up from where he was sitting confident that the array of spells he had prepared would be more than sufficient to obtain victory. He walked onto the court, "Since we can't use tennis rackets are we going to use only magic to control the field? If so then what are we playing to before victory is acquired?" he asked curious to see how this match would play out. Her array of magic was impressive but he was confident that his time spent preparing would be sufficient.</s>	<\|message\|>Slick Sloth Zairos III Slick got out of bed, check his timetable and packed his bag for the day ahead. He realized he had some time to kill so went down to the common room in the entrance of the main school building, hoping to meet some of his classmates.</s>
<\|description\|>Slick Sloth Zairos III Photo: But with brown hair and blue eyes. Age: 15 Gender: Male Abilities: Slick can manipulate fire and it trying to learn the art of arcana (Arcane magic). Because of human body limits he can only master fire magic. Because of his DNA he can harden any bit of skin, into dragon scales. Also has weird eyes. How can you work in a team: An offensive attacker/tank. Personality: Intelligent for his age, Slick will over analyse things and is very hot headed. He will never back down from a fight if his friends are threatened or his morals are questioned. When asked to do something by a friend or someone he respects, he'll do it without question and efficiently, he'll do this unless it morally questionable. History:(To be told at a later date) Other: He carries a sword sheathe on his back, however it only contains the hilt. He will also only wear something if it's blue, except for white trainers and his gauntlet he will get.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan chuckled lightly. He could feel himself not being. What an interesting feeling. He looked at the moon and laughed a bit harder. "This feeling is amazing. I feel so detached." He said to himself. He knew no one could hear him, as he could hear no one. He had gained a deeper understanding of himself in this moment. "I can feel my soul expanding. I can feel The World." He understood so much. It was truly Zen like. The only sadness he felt was that it would not last forever. It was only in this Zen like state that Ryan could activate The World. He looked into the laws of the Universe and shivered. " This is the potential of my Grimoire? I feel so powerful." He knew he couldn't do anything with this power because of Meruin's stronger Grimoire, but it was a nice motivator to see his potential.</s> <\|message\|>Deus Ira Deus: Outside Pandora's Box Deus was no longer himself. His eyes had turned white, as white as the full moon. His hair had also changed to white. The Chains and the Force-Field was dispelled. There was now only agony in Deus' eyes. The World had changed, and Deus could sense it. But he would not give up, he had to survive what he was about to do in order to kill her and get his revenge. He looked at Meruin then at everyone else. He was going to do something he learned recently, but that was Dangerous because the Limits...well there were none. If Reality and Illusion were all just concepts of Perspective, then what was the point of getting revenge. He had to get his revenge, he was an Avenger after all. Deus looked at Meruin. ]"Ha- hahahaha. Take her under your wing? Protect Her? Train Her? I never knew the people at this school would prorect a Mass Murder. Reality and Illusion Huh? The Concept of Perception, Just like her power. The Balance between Reality and Fantasy.. That Accursed power, that which has been hunting me for years....If you think you can protect her, train her, then you're Dead Wrong...Is what I would like to say if you had pulled out this "trick", Everything has a Cause and an Effect Meruin just remember that when you attempt to take her under your wing. That will come to bite you in the arse some years later." Deus looked at the now unstable Pandora's Box. Pandora's Box, was able to transcend Space-Time thanks to Deus for using his Ability Creation technique, but was currently useless against Meruin's spell. The Dark Aura had faded out of Deus, he could no longer go into that mode, Of course, all thanks to Merlin. Deus sat down in a meditating stance. He was attempting to communicate with Lucificus and Merlin. During this time, it appeared as if Deus had fallen asleep. But there were two kinds of Aura that began to emanate from his body. One was a Light Warm Aura and the other a Dark Cold one. Cornelia: Inside Pandora's Cornelia could sense the commotion outside. She had to get out of there. What Cornelia did before she got trapped in Pandora's Box was that she had put herself in an Illusion meaning that if she broke out of her Illusion then she could break Pandora's Box. Man, was she wrong. As she walked inside the house she realized why there was no one in the House. Because today was the ceremony that Changed all of Fate and History with her Brother. The day that Muramasa picked her to be the wielder of it. This changed, no, more like Erased her Humanity and Sanity</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy Meruin was probably going to get a migraine from dealing with these two - it hadn't happened yet, but she was sure it was going to happen. Deus seemed to be mistaken about the reasoning behind her ability, but that was fine; a true magi never reveals her mysteries, after all. It was the secret behind the spell that gave it power, and the less of a secret it was, the less powerful it would be. "I care not for what she's done before, Deus; the fact of the matter is that she is here now, and she will abide by the rules set in place for all of us. I don't want to make a habit of repeating myself, but I will do so for you to understand: This. Is. A. School. It is not your personal ring where you can kill as you wish. The same goes for Cornelia, however you were much closer in your efforts." The short mage shook her head. She was really talking a lot today. Perhaps next time she would marshal a team fight rather than participate. "I know my own limits, Deus. Talking about cause and effect is circular logic when it comes to magic - but that is a discussion for another time." Meruin peered at Cornelia behind her. It seemed she'd yet to break out of the illusion placed upon her. No matter - nothing mattered as long as Hazy Moon existed.</s> <\|message\|>Deus Ira Deus Deus eyes changed, one was Purple and the other one was Blue. This is the phenomenon that happens when many Spiritual Energies gather together in one body. Deus stood up, but this wasn't Deus, but the ancient demon Lucificus and Merlin. Deus looked at Meruin and his surroundings. "Well, Look Lucificus, someone that might be as strong as me in the magic sense. Hello Meruin Hazy, As Deus may have told you I am Merlin his father. The other being in this bodt is an Ancient Demon Lord named Lucificus." "Yo." Lucificus said. Neo-Deus began to feel the ground. They chuckled a bit. "Reality and Illusion. These two things are just figments of our Imagination, that is what our Brain tells us. If we were in an Illusion we would have no way of knowing it, Our Brain doesn't have the capability to perceive Illusions therefore they Perceive it as a reality. At the end of the day it Is Knowledge. The Knowledge to know whether we are in an Illusion or in Reality. Oh, I'm sorry I've seemed to have gotten carried away. Anyways, Meruin Hazy. I have a favor to ask of you. I'm going to unlock this child's memories. During this time he will not be able to differentiate between what is real and what is not (in his memories) During this time he will attempt to attack Cornelia. I would like it if you didn't do anything. This will decide his Future in a way." Cornelia: Inside Pandora's Box Cornelia looked in front of her as her past self grabbed the sword. Mixed emotions were goimg through the head of Cornelia, asking herself if that was the right decision. This would lead her to kill her whole family and make her brother go after her for Revenge. She was crying, but she didn't know why.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan continued to look at the moon when he sighed. He got up and walked towards the forest. "I've no idea whether anyone can hear me or not, but I'm going to the river. Later." He entered the forest and looked at the stream as it flowed. He sat down and began meditating.</s> <\|message\|>Slick Sloth Zairos III Time: 7:00 AM Day: Tuesday 1st day of the second term.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan walked out of his room and looked at the hallways. He headed to the cafeteria to get some food and brush up on his reading. He was beginning to read intermediate level books on elemental combinations and it was fascinating how their molecular structures interacted.</s> <\|message\|>Slick Sloth Zairos III Slick performed his morning routine, and headed down to the cafeteria for some bacon.</s> <\|message\|>Deus Ira Deus: Dorms Deus threw some papers aside. These Papers had mysterious symbols that were glowing on them. "No, No, No! The process is all wrong! How could I master this art, Father mastered every single type of magic, yet I can only master Alchemy, the most basic forms of magic." Deus said in frustration as he stood up from his chair. His hair was in tatters. He was wearing glasses and he hasn't been able to go to sleep, plus he has a silver streak in his hair because of how long he spent studying magic. Deus opened the door to the dorm and began to make his way to the cafeteria for breakfast, with Kusanagi at his side. He was wearing a white lab coat. He sighed. He needed some sleep but he thought that a good breakfast would wake him up. As he walked along the halls he looked outside the window to look at the morning sky, he then sighed. Deus arrived at the cafeteria. Seeing that Slick was already there he walked towards the counter and grabbed two plates of scrambled eggs, a bowl of oatmeal, orange juice, and two apples. He then proceeded to sit down next to Slick. "Thought I'd give you some company. So how are you feeling Slick?"</s> <\|message\|>Slick Sloth Zairos III "Not amazing if I'm honest Deus. Ever since the large team fight at the start of last term, my powers don't feel natural anymore, like they don't belong to me." Slick said staring at his hands.</s> <\|message\|>Deus Ira "Damm, Well If you need help with that, I can help. That has happened to me a few times. Most of the time it is because of an Internal Struggle, like if you're playing tug of war with yourself. It can also be that your full potential hasn't been unlocked yet." Deus said as he scratched his cheek. That certainly was strange. Deus then looked at Slick and activated his Aura Manipulation abilities. He attempted to read his Aura but here was the problem, there was nothing. Deus looked at Slick quizzically. Something was definetly wrong. Deus wasn't able to read his Aura, more like it was transparent, a different "color". "Hey, uh, Slick, after the Team Battles or During them, did you feel anything weird inside your body, like something that directly affected your powers?"</s> <\|message\|>Slick Sloth Zairos III Slick picked his head up and looked at Deus. "Yes. My ability to see the colour of people's souls, just exploded inside of me, then imploded. My powers completely vanished for about a minute, then they returned."</s> <\|message\|>Marcus Gracy Marcus sat in the desk of his office. His blondish brown hair tied up into a pony tail. He was finishing up his daily duties as the schools comsuler before he headed off to lunch. Marcus appearance hasn't changed much, he still looks the same but now has a blondish brown goatee. He stands up yawning and scratching his chest. Yes, he was shirtless doing school work. This was mainly one of the reasons why he tells the students and staff to knock before entering his room. He walks to a coat rack and takes a white shirt off a hanger and dresses himself. His clothes weren't as beat up as they used to be doing the first semester. Back then he got into a lot of pointless fights. He hasn't gotten into a fight in awhile though. It wasn't because of his repetitive losing streak. It was because he needed time to fully control his negative chi manipulation. He did master it around the ending of the first semester and would accept what ever challenge came his way to see how his practice paid off. Marcus exited his room locking the door behind him. The passing by students smiled as the passed him or waved in his direction. Marcus actually liked being the consulor. He got to meet countless numbers of people with strange and interesting personalities. He also liked how sometimes he would deal with relationship problems between the students. Marcus was deep in his thoughts as he walked towards the entrance of the lunch room. He entered and walked directly towards the line fixing himself a healthy meal of chicken salad and orange juice. He sat down at a random table and ate his food quietly.</s> <\|message\|>Deus Ira Deus scratched his head. He then looked at his palm, it had a transmutation symbol on it. He was thinking on a possibility, but it was farfetched and he didn't like it. "It must have probably been from the fight, it was pretty huge. Can I check something quickly, just to see what's wrong with your powers?" Deus stood up, as his hand began to radiate a silver aura. He cracked his neck to the side.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan looked up from his book and frowned. "I do hope you aren't planning on doing anything dangerous. If you were, it would fall under my jurisdiction as a Council Member to stop that." He called out to them. He really didn't feel like demolishing anyone today. He would though if he had to.</s>	<\|message\|>Slick Sloth Zairos III Slick turned to Ryan. "Please don't use threats. He's trying to help someone out, I understand it's your job, but believe me, you'd do the same."</s>
<\|description\|>Slick Sloth Zairos III Photo: But with brown hair and blue eyes. Age: 15 Gender: Male Abilities: Slick can manipulate fire and it trying to learn the art of arcana (Arcane magic). Because of human body limits he can only master fire magic. Because of his DNA he can harden any bit of skin, into dragon scales. Also has weird eyes. How can you work in a team: An offensive attacker/tank. Personality: Intelligent for his age, Slick will over analyse things and is very hot headed. He will never back down from a fight if his friends are threatened or his morals are questioned. When asked to do something by a friend or someone he respects, he'll do it without question and efficiently, he'll do this unless it morally questionable. History:(To be told at a later date) Other: He carries a sword sheathe on his back, however it only contains the hilt. He will also only wear something if it's blue, except for white trainers and his gauntlet he will get.</s> <\|message\|>Sol Interesting, this should be amusing at the very least. "My name is Sol, Marcus I assume you are fine with us doing a little spar correct?" Sol said grinning and pulling out his swordbreaker, while he had no intention of attempting to break his foe's sword it could still be useful for wrecnching it out of his hands and besides, he prefered fighting with both of them. His single eye glinted as he viewed his opponent, yes, this fight should be intresting indeed. @Slendy</s> <\|message\|>Marcus Gracy "I guess I have time for a sparring match." Marcus said unbuttoning his suit and adjusting his clothing to were he could fight in a more relaxed tone. "Stand back students and prepare to witness a remarkable Battle." Marcus stood in a fighting position and closed his eyes. He opened them reviling his now cyan colored eyes. A sphere like gust of wind surrounded him and sprouted put spontaneously covering the whole gym. "Looks like you guys won't be using magic." He smiled knowing the sparring match was now leaning towards him. Since this Sol guy is a new opponent he hoped to catch him of gaurd with his speed and see how he'd coop with it. Marcus stepped forward and appeared directly in Sol's face. "Let the match begin!" He yelled as he threw a medium speed punch aimed for Sol's face. The punch can be dodge but if he decides to not move a powerful gust of wind would be impact his face and probably knock him a few feet back. If the attack was unsuccessful he'd just try his best to quickly go on the defensive.</s> <\|message\|>Deus Ira Deus took a Mental Note of Marcus's Speed. Deus then clapped his hands together and put them on the floor, making a large transmutation circle appear under his hands. Out of the ground he took out a Staff, a silver one. He then clapped his hands again making electricity flow through the staff. This was a different way of using Alchemy, Deus's way. He ran flash stepped towards Sol, he didn't intend to use his sword yet, he wanted to see how good he was. As he was about to hit Sol, Marcus appeared and Deus stepped back. Instead of attacking Sol, he attacked Marcus hitting him with the Electrified Staff. Marcus will either dodge this or resume attacking Sol, which means...</s> <\|message\|>Sol Sol stood there silently viewing his opponents. He had been prepared to deal with Marcus but it looked like the Dues fellow was doing it for him. He opted to simply take step back since they seemed busy dealing with each other, he would deal with threats as they came rather than wasting his energy. The gust of wind flew past him likly impacting into Dues and knocking him back. Sol held himself in a ready stance and waited to see what the next move would be. @BranchOfSin</s> <\|message\|>Elizabeth Moon. Liz for short Liz awoke from her bed. She had been given a single room to herself from this term onwards because of health issues she had started to suffer with. Getting up and getting dressed she headed down to the cafeteria and looked at the food that was on todays menu before taking a small selection and moving to sit on a table on her own away from the other students as she began to eat.</s> <\|message\|>Marcus Gracy Marcus dodge the staff by doing a back flip landing in a hand stand position behind Deus. "Damn it Deus! Marcus shouted while spinning on his hands causing a powerful wind in the shape of a tornado to form. Hopefully Marcus' spinning kick would land a blow on Deus' back. If the attack was successful or not Marcus would land back onto his feet and try to continue his assault on Sol by vanishing and aiming to kick Sol in the head when he reappeared.</s> <\|message\|>Deus Ira Deus smiled at Marcus's action. But he was ashamed that he had not learned to predict his opponents move, for what Deus was about to do, he would need to fix the Gym and Heal the students later. When Marcus had kicked him he made sure to stick the staff to the ground. Deus was sent flying as he took the hit, and once the Electric Field was within range of Sol and Marcus, he activated the Electric Field, making everything inside of it get electrocuted. Deus had never field tested the Technique, but there was a first for everything. This Technique had a 95/10% Accuracy, meaning it was sure to hit anything since. He began to unseath Kusanagi from the Red Cloth. Lets see what happens now, If Marcus negates this then I could use it as a distraction. It all depends on how he percieves Alchemy, whether as Magic or Science. I see it as Science Deus was in one knee, his back got wounded pretty badly.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan looked up as he felt a sudden surge of power. "God damn it Marcus." He looked towards everyone. "I have to deal with this quickly." He dissipated into the wind and reformed above Deus, Marcus, and Sol upside down on the ceiling. 'I'll make sure nobody tries to kill each other.' And so he began to observe and wait for inevitable destruction.</s> <\|message\|>Sol Sol frowned rapidly analyzing the situation. It had gotten out of hard rather quickly and was now threating students, he hadn't expected this. Sol quickly tapped his braclet containing the three of them in a battle cube to prevent damage to bystanders and made his move. It seemed Dues had somehow bypassed Marcus's magic nullifacation while Sol was still limited by it. It seemed incoming lighting was undogdeble in his current state, which left him with little option. Marcus attempted to surpise Sol with his speed but even under the pressure of the situation he was far to fast for an attack on the most mobile part of the body to work. He would've liked to retaliate in a more effective manner but he had to deal with Dues first. A risky manuvear but most likly highly effective, he first ducked under the kick while kicking Marcus's other leg hopefully bringing him to the ground then Sol hurled his sword breaker spinning into the air, the metal hopefully attracting or deflecting most of the lighting strikes that would otherwise strike him. Then Sol threw his pitch-black sword at Dues's chest to ensure that he would stop doing whatever he was doing. @Slendy</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy Meruin floated towards Liz, a tray of her own food floating next to her. She smiled in greeting. "Good morning, Liz. How are you feeling?" She felt a sudden spike of power that was familiar enough to be obvious who it was. "Marcus . . . and Deus . . . and is that Sol? Ryan is there too but . . ." The small mage shook her head. "It should probably not be of any concern."</s> <\|message\|>Elizabeth Moon. Liz for short Liz turned her head and looked at Meruin who had walked over to her as she started to put away the pills she had been taking "Not bad." The girl spoke putting on a fake smile oblivious of the power going on in the fight outside as she resumed eating her food slowly "Learned anything new?" She asked between bites not wanting to give Meruin the chance to ask the obvious.</s> <\|message\|>Marcus Gracy Marcus barely dodged Sol's counter attack by redirecting the nullifying barrier around his body. He tumbled and rolled to his feet. This Sol guy was really strong and Marcus kept reminding himself that this is just sparring. Since the nullifying ability is now surrounding the perimeter of his body Sol and Deus are able to use their magical abilities. This didn't make Marcus vanerable though. With the nullify protecting his body magical attacks are weakened but can still damage him. Marcus placed his pointing finger and middle finger on his for head and held out his right hand palm. "The Sky's barrage!" He shouted disappearing and reappearing in the air near the ceiling of the gym. Countless of giant balls of cyan energy was fired at Deus and Sol. Good thing Sol activated his bracelet and spawned their new training grounds. Marcus gonna continue the barrage until one of the two decide to become offensive towards him.</s> <\|message\|>Deus Ira Deus saw that Sol had thrown his sword at him. He had to act quick, and decided that he should use Alchemy instead. He Summoned 5 Walls made of Steel to block the sword. He then dashed to the side and began running towards Sol at superhuman speeds. As he hot nearer Sol, he saw thar Marcus was going to unleash an attack and once he did Deus backed off. He Formed a Cage made of pure titanium. While inside the cage, Deus drew a Transmutation Circle on the ground and activated it. With it, He created 5 Golems mads of Water from the particles of water inside the clouds. These Golems, were about 6'9ft. They have the power to Control Water since they were made from Water. Of Course this was A Distraction meanwhile Deus prepared something. In the cage, Deus had begun to dig underground Using Alchemy and by diminishing he Aura and Presence he would not be able to be found. He covered the Hole in the cage so that no one would get suspicious.</s> <\|message\|>Sol Sol leapt into the air towards Dues's cage snatching his sword out of the air and landing next to his other quickly retrieving it as well. His plan had gone of surprisingly well, but he had exchanged one foe raining death from above for another. Since reaching Dues inside his cage seemed implausible at this point and he had no desire to test his strength against Marcus he opted to instead weave between the golems allowing the energy blasts to hit them instead. Whether he could take the energy blasts was in question but he had no doubt that he could dodge the massive golems. As he deftly dodged between the attacks from all parties he began carving invisible runes in the air with his blades. @Slendy</s> <\|message\|>Marcus Gracy Marcus was beginning to realize that the rapid fire of energy was gonna drain him quicker than normal combat. He stopped and slowly free falled to the gymnasium's floor. This was practice after all so there weren't any serious grudges against Sol or Deus. With that Marcus decided to attack the golems and give Sol enough room to hopefully deal with Dues. Marcus smashed through a couple of the golems like a little kid at a playground. This match was very exciting for Marcus. Its been awhile sense he could fight freely.</s> <\|message\|>Deus Ira "Water (35 L), Carbon (20 kg), Ammonia (4 L), Lime (1.5 kg), Phosphorous (800 g), Salt (250 g), Saltpeter (100 g), Sulfur (80 g), Fluorine (7.5 g), Iron (5 g), Silicon (3 g) and fifteen other elements in trace amounts. This Is the basest Components of the Human Body.." Deus said as he used All of His Powers in order to form a Second Body for him, but that would be controlled by his mind. Call it a connection between similar bodies. What he was doing was a sort of Human Transmutation, but not quite it. The Body was already made, so Deus inserted Some of his Aura which included a really small part of his Soul. He then granted his body the ability to use Fire Manipulation. After he was done building the Body, he moved on to Create a Replica Kusanagi, using Alchemy. He already had most base components, but he would use Obsidian as the material of the sword. The Rest was just a matter of Time, during this time, he sent the clone above ground to attack Marcus and Sol. The Clone, used Fire Manipulation to create Jets under his feet and dashed towards Sol with a Fist of Fire.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan observed the fight and looked at Marcus. He considered using a Grimoire ability to observe what Deus was doing but decided not to. He had been abusing his Grimoire too much lately and he needed to only use it as a trump card.</s> <\|message\|>Sol Sol allowed himself a small smirk, so far both Marcus and Deus seemed to be using a large amount of energy while he had be forced to use little to none at this point. It seemed Marcus had given up his assault and was now tearing apart the golems leaving Sol to deal with Dues. Now finished tracing his runes for a safety precaution, he turned to face Dues charging towards him, boosting himself with flame and enhancing his attack. Ah fire, the easiest element to deal with. Sol waved his hand at Dues dismissively and the flame around his feet and hand exploded as they were overloaded with oxygen. That would at least prevent Dues from finishing his attack if not injuring him more severely. Sol observed both Marcus, in case he finished the golems, and Dues; carefully waiting for another attack from either of them. @Slendy</s> <\|message\|>Deus Ira The Clone Deus looked at Sol with a lifeless face. When the Fire had exploded it blew away his hand and feet. The Clone did absolutely nothing. Deus had sensed the Clone's arm and leg explode. Deus then granted the Clone Water Manipulation, and then the Clone used Water Manipulation to heal his wounds. Then he dashed towards Sol once again mindlessly.</s> <\|message\|>Marcus Gracy After Marcus finished off the last two golems by hurrdling one at another he stopped and spectated the battle. As he watch the battle between Sol and artificial Deus he noticed that Deus didn't attempt to block Sol's attacks full heartedly. Then for the first time Marcus understood what was going on. "Its a clone." He said snapping his finger. He began to look around for the original Deus and attack him. "Is....is that Ryan....? Marcus asked himself as he looked at the ceiling. He decided to let that pass and continue his search for Deus. There was only one place he haven't look and that was beneath the floor. Marcus focus an incredible amount of destructive energy into his fist and punched the ground causing a respectable sized crater to replace the floor. Hopefully the crafter would dig deep enough into the ground to reveal Deus.</s>	<\|message\|>Slick Sloth Zairos III Slick walked outside the dormitory with a shovel in hand and a roll of wires slung over his shoulders. "Better start diggin'."</s>
<\|description\|>Slick Sloth Zairos III Photo: But with brown hair and blue eyes. Age: 15 Gender: Male Abilities: Slick can manipulate fire and it trying to learn the art of arcana (Arcane magic). Because of human body limits he can only master fire magic. Because of his DNA he can harden any bit of skin, into dragon scales. Also has weird eyes. How can you work in a team: An offensive attacker/tank. Personality: Intelligent for his age, Slick will over analyse things and is very hot headed. He will never back down from a fight if his friends are threatened or his morals are questioned. When asked to do something by a friend or someone he respects, he'll do it without question and efficiently, he'll do this unless it morally questionable. History:(To be told at a later date) Other: He carries a sword sheathe on his back, however it only contains the hilt. He will also only wear something if it's blue, except for white trainers and his gauntlet he will get.</s> <\|message\|>Sol Sol flinched as he felt a massive surge in power. One that was very famaliar, well two to be precise. "A moment please." he said excusing himself from the conversation and striding purposfully towards the source. Not hard to find at all since it was pratically suffocating from several rooms away. He had devolped a trick for this, although it had many more pratical applications then this. Sol warped the air around him forcing it to remain frozen in time. Thus when he walked into the room with Meruin and her master's the air around him was simply unaffected by thier aruas. Yet. "Pardon me" he said upon entering the room and quickly replicated the magic he had around himself and set it around the portals leaking the oppresive arua freeing the nearby students. "You should really be more careful about that Meruin, you could cause some serious damage if someone isn't expecting it. Hope you didn't mind me evasdropping until your finished?" Sol inquired. Of course the only reason his magic worked was because he wasn't contesting the master's power, he was simply delaying its effect. He was also curious to see just what Meruin had thought so important as to call Chase and Reina for.</s> <\|message\|>Slick Sloth Zairos III Slick began to dig a small hole with his shovel. He then proceeded to dig under the dorm.</s> <\|message\|>Pamela Armellia Cruz Meister, Agni Blackheart and Lynda "Lyn" Hermit Location: Room 102 "Why?! How can you be so blind?! Will you really defend him?!", Agni questioned. Ryan..., Cruz just thought about what Ryan had said back in the disasterous battle. Agni clenched his free fist and and grasped his scythe tightly. "If that's how it's going to be, I'll-", he said. But before he could even move, Agni felt a sharp pain that made him fall. It was a dark magic powered chop that Lyn used on his neck, hitting a nerve. "I hate when guys don't get the message.", she plainly spoke. After that, she helped Cruz to get up and put him on his bed. "Well, at the very least, you're alive. How's the pain going?", she asked. "I'm fine... you don't have to worry that much about me.", he said, looking down.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding. "Well then, how that we're done with this I need to be going. Make sure not to leave him alone again." He passed by Agni and stopped for a moment. "Also, whatever you do with him." Ryan nudged Agni with his foot. " Just don't anything I wouldn't do." Ryan walked out the door. "Also, you have permission to store Mr Cruz in your room if you wish. I don't expect you to stay up all night guarding him." Ryan teleported once he finished that statement he teleported outside. He began his patrol when he saw Slick. "I hope you have a good reason for digging a hole so close to the girls dormitories."</s> <\|message\|>Elizabeth Moon. Liz for short Liz felt pushed back by the sudden aura that was given out and remembered it well, it belonged to the two mages who were Meruin's teacher that she had met at the old school those long years ago. Following Sol to the location she entered the room and saw Meruin talking to the teachers through a phone "Typical, not even here but they throw there presence everywhere" She thought and lead against one of the walls glaring towards the master dressed in gold. Liz did not mind Reina and once considered asking the mage to be her teacher as well but could not stand Chase, a thought shared by the water elemental inside her as well, the dislike was strong enough to make her main goal for continuing to get stronger to beat that master or at least land a blow on her. A thought struck Liz though as she looked at Reina "Meruin when you are done can I speak to Lady Reina alone for 5 minutes or so? I want to consult her on something." (Did a small edit)</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy & @Eklispe Reina nodded. "What is it that you need, Meruin?" Before the small mage could respond, Sol approached her. She nodded as he admonished her. He was right. She was calling them, so it was naturally her responsibility to insure that they didn't cause problems - especially since it wasn't their fault; the two of them didn't know where she would be calling them from, and controlling their aura's was an unneeded hassle for most mages, so it was obvious that they would appear with their aura's fully out. She was calling them from their homes, after all. "You're right, Sol, I'll handle it next time, I promise," she said, admitting her mistake and resolving to improve her barrier-work later today. "And I don't mind you listening. I'm not discussing anything particularly private." Chase and Reina nodded, then turned to Sol. They stared at him for a moment before Reina turned away and Chase grinned. "Oh my~! I remember you! You and that Ryan child were interesting. You've improved as well, almost as much as Meruin~! Truly, Reina's Little One is a prodigious talent!" she said, unashamedly praising Meruin. The small mage in question kept her face straight, though her cheek did redden a little. "Time magic, a very difficult route indeed, most likely impossible for you to harness at its maximum potential, but there is no shame in choosing impossible tasks! Doing as such is how I and Reina are as we are now, after all." It was around this time that Liz entered Meruin's view. She smiled. "Ah, hello, Liz. Apologies for leaving you so suddenly. As you can see, I needed to make a call." Meruin tilted her head at Liz's request. "Well, that's really up to Master Reina," she said, looking at her master. The tall archmage raised a brow as she looked at Liz, looking mildly surprised, then slowly nodded. "It is no problem." In fact, she even looked eager. Speaking of eager . . . "Another familiar face, how very nice to see you again, Liz! My goodness, what have you done to yourself? You look absolutely radiant~!" exclaimed Chase, oblivious to or ignoring Liz's obvious hostility. "How many Elementals have you made a pact with? Your soul looks so stunningly beautiful right now! So colorful and vibrant!"</s> <\|message\|>Elizabeth Moon. Liz for short Liz bowed her head gratefully when Reina accepted to talk to her in private but became visibly annoyed once again when she heard Chase speak to her, pulling her jacket up to hide the seals on her back she responded "4, water, earth, air and fire all sealed away inside me." The girl explained half annoyed that Chase had realized she had sealed more elemental inside herself since she was planning on using it to surprise her in a future fight. "Why do you remember me anyway? You only met me once 10 years ago and it was hardly a decent fight that we had?" Liz asked semi-curiously.</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy Meruin's eyes widened. She had known Liz had sealed multiple elementals in herself, but four of them? One for each element? Meruin was wordlessly impressed with her in a way that she rarely was with anyone. Chase grinned. "How I did it will remain a secret, Average One, but as for why I remember you, it's simple: I am one of, if not the most powerful mage in existence," -at this, Meruin nearly snorted in laughter, while Reina shook her head in exasperation. Classical, ever boastful Chase- "I've lived for almost a millennium and mastered countless mysteries, becoming the only one in the world that can claim to have fully master the Aeon of Destruction and its edicts! In that time, my memory has not failed me once, and never have ignored any details that pass me by! So, yes, remembering you, Little Liz, is natural, not because you were particularly noteworthy but because it is simply what I do!" Chase declared this while looking at Liz square in the eyes. "Although I admit, my impression of you has changed. You are much more interesting than I took you for," she admitted, her look becoming appraising. Reina shook her head for the n th time today, and returned her attention to her apprentice. "So, what was it that you needed advice with, Meruin?" "Ah . . . schoolmate of mine. He, you see, has asked for my assistance. He wants me to teach him magic," said Meruin, "and I want to have your opinion: do you think I'm qualified? He might not be asking for an apprenticeship, but still, the art of teaching . . . I don't know if I'm ready to be one. I feel like I'm capable, and that . . . I am the only one he can turn to right now, but what if I'm wrong? What if that's just hubris, Master Reina? What if I commit an error in teaching him? I've made mistakes before, Master Reina, some of them extremely huge ones. You know that. The student who I might teach . . . he's a rare talent, and, and if I make a mistake and hinder or, or cripple his growth - If I'm the one responsible for preventing him from achieving his full potential - I don't know if, if I could, well, I don't know, Master Reina! I don't know . . ." Meruin started speaking like she usually did, but the longer her explanation went on, the faster she spoke, and all the while she seemed high-strung and agitated. She ended her words in a whisper, and her voice had a hint of trembling of them. She was truly nervous about this, even if she was trying her best not to show it much. Magic and knowledge was important to her, and had some measure of pride in her skill with both, and while her pride did not allow her to consider the fact that she would be unable to pass it on properly, it was also hindered by the fear of ruining the one she gave it to. Deus had no idea what he just what his request meant to Meruin. Chase kept her face straight and stopped grinning, having enough tact to not do so. Reina closed her eyes, processing what Meruin said.</s> <\|message\|>Marcus Gracy "What is happening...." Marcus barely managed to whisper to himself. An unspeakable amount of magic clouded his head and bring forth an intensive head ache. Before he could turn to his friends for a little incite on what's happening they disappeared. To make it even worst Marcus head ache became more intense causing him to grip his hair tightly. He could follow the path that this incredible amount of magic is leaking from or retreat and regain his strength. Judging how easy his friends disappeared they probably rushed to the site of the immense power. In order to keep himself from being ingulfed by unconsciousness he tapped into his first stage of negative energy manipulation. His eyes did resort to their dark blue color but this time Marcus was completely sane. He just looked very strange with the unnaturally dark blue eyes. Now in this form he was able to fully walk and with stand a great portion of the magic force that was leaking from its undiscovered source. As Marcus reached the room and leaned against the wall and peeked into the door to examine its inhabitants. To his surprise he found Ryan and Liza....and 3. As he continued to look his eyes came across two odd portal like objects. They sort of had the characteristics of a mirror but it was more to it then that. It was a no brainier that Tue immense power was coming from the both of those mirror like portals. Marcus had to meet the person or persons who possed such an incredible amount of magic. For now he'd stay hidden although he would be impossible not to find since he was using magic to withhold the magical stage he's in. Hopefully no one notices....</s> <\|message\|>Deus Ira Deus scratched his head wondering if asking Meruin was a good choice. He grinned then sighed and decided to get away from everyone. Deus made his way to the nearest window and jumped off, using Aura Manipulation to glide down. Once he landed he looked at the grass , then up at the sky. Where could the Philosopher's Stone be? It can't be to the south or the north because that's where it was found last, at least what the stories say.....Better get to work. Deus sighed, and then proceeded to clap his hands. He placed them on the floor and suddenly, Red Electricity could be seen outside of the school. Out of the ground poped out about 20 Earth Golems, average human size. Well, even if it is a fake, it's Alchemical Power is still strong.. Deus granted the Golems a mind of their own being able to perceive and plan for attacks, plus they had the power to Manipulate Earth. Deus then clapped his hands again, and with the red lightning he pulled out a Steel Spear and a Scythe. The Golems began their attack and Deus ran head first. There are three stages to Alchemy. The first one is Comprehension, which is to understand the components of the element you are transmutating. The Second Stage is Deconstruction, which is Using energy to break down the physical structure of the identified material into a more malleable state so as to be easily reshaped into a new form. Now, this is where Deus stops and dosen't go all the way to the 3rd step. He deconstructs the golems in order to finish them off. But once he's done, he reconstructs them again. This is in order to find out how long he could last using Alchemy.</s> <\|message\|>Sol Sol grinned at little with the praise from Meruin's masters, praise from the master magicians that had set him on this path was noteworthy indeed. Though he was surprised when he heard Meruin's request and just how seriously she was taking this whole thing, though she seemed very well suited to the task. Deciding that he had heard all he wanted to, Sol turned to leave and in doing so noticed a rather disheveled Marcus. "You all right there buddy?" Sol asked concerned, Marcus was leaking power everywhere and was looking rather strange to boot. Perhaps he had some sort of reaction to Meruin's masters showing up, Sol quickly checked his barriers but they were still up so it couldn't have been that. @Slendy</s>	<\|message\|>Slick Sloth Zairos III "Uh... well I can't really say. Don't worry I'm doing anything perverted." Slick continued to dig, turning away from Ryan.</s>
<\|description\|>Marcus Gracy Height: 6'4 Age: 19 Gender:Male Abilities: •Nullify- cancels out the powers of magic users, making them unable to utilize their powers as long as they are in his proximity. • Ki Manipulation- Marcus can create shape and manipulate ki to gain superhuman capabilities by learning to harness, which can be used in case of extreme combat. He is able to physically manifest all of his inner strength and unleash it to the fullest extent of its power through shear force of will. This allows him to achieve extraordinary strength, speed, durability, and reflexes. In some cases, it is used for super awareness, energy blast, and sometimes invulnerability. Hidden Warlock Ability Marcus will be able to control ki that has been tainted by negative energy a.k.a evil. Due to this, he gains access to powerful dark abilities and forces that are able to give him incredible power. However, his force of will, compassion, and sanity are all lost due to being over taken by evil. However, in return for what has been lost, Marcus becomes a powerful force to reckoned with. Your best choice is to give up and die or weaken him to the point if death. How you could work in a team: Paladin , heavy hitter or vanguard Personality (You can keep it short if you wish): Comical , never serious, loves to fight, always looking for a chance to teach a lesson to those who abuse their abilities, respectful and follows every school rule down to the last point. History: Marcus is secretly a half bred warlock. His mother and father love each other but couldn't see each other much do to the countless number of witch hunts launched in the town he lived in. Zarr tried his best to keep Becca a secret ,but was caught around Marcus's assumed 15 birthday. In order for Zarr to keep his trust with the fellow paladins of the town he had to kill Becca. He refused and was banished from the town. Marcus was also taken into custody for being the spawn of a witch and was also asked to execute his mother. Becca told the paladins he'd do it without Marcus' consent and asked to have one last word with him. When Marcus said his last good bye to his mom she kissed his right eye causing him to blink. As he reopened his eye it was a unnatural light blue color and markings started to sprout on Hus right arm and chest. Becca secretly casted a spell on Marcus which would reject all magic and hide his warlock side. She purpously did this knowing that this'll make her magic decrease to make it seem as if she was dying or is dead. Marcus slowly walked up to his mother were paladins had chained her up against a cement wall. Paladins can be herd shouting "kill her!!" and other strongly avensive profanity. Becca smiled and said "I love you Mark". He nods throwing a punch at his mothers stomach. The paladins were lost at first ,but soon after the punch the cement wall behind Becca shattered. Marcus faced was hidden with tears as he hugged the numbed body. Paladins cheered not sensing any magic life force coming from Becca's body. The next day the paladins allowed Marcus to burry his mother and decided that he should join them and become a great paladin. Marcus lied and said yes ,but ran away from his town once all the Paladins were resting. He roamed the world in search for his father until he came across Mana-Script Academy. When Marcus left the town Becca was out of his "proximity" she regained her magical ability and scammed through the town looking for Marcus. She couldn't find him and thought the paladins killed him because of his overwhelming strength. In a fit of rage she destroyed the town and cut off her connection to the earth realm. Marcus's Mother: Becca the Witch Persummed dead.Find out more in bio. Will be seen in the near plot of the rp. Marcus's Father: Zarr the Paladin Alive and can be found roaming through Japan. Will not be seen but will be mentioned. Other: Marcus ia the 8th member of the student council.</s> <\|message\|>Slick Sloth Zairos III Slick grabbed a brace from the teacher. "One, four, four. There were a hundred and fourty five students this year, one got sick had to leave. So I'm the worst of this sorry lot huh?"</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy Meruin, upon hearing the announcement, gave a small nod towards Liz and Marcus. "I'll be going to pick up my brace. I'll see you later, unless you're planning on following me." The small mage drew a magic circle on the ground with the tip of her shoe, and placed a ward their to record the match between Sol and Eris. In one breath, the scenery around her changed as she transported herself instantly, arriving in front of the common room. As she entered, she saw Slick. She recognized him from last year, but never really talked with him much. "Hello," she greeted casually, as she walked towards the teacher to receive her bracer.</s> <\|message\|>Slick Sloth Zairos III "Hi there, Meruin." Slick sighed. "Must be good to have a high rank huh?" Slick looked at his brace as he put it on his left arm, his dominant one.</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy Meruin placed the bracer she received on her right arm. "Not quite," she said, frowning at the bracer. She didn't quite like the color - reddish brown didn't seem to fit her, for some reason. "I only got the rank because I wanted to see how much I had improved. Afterwards, it was a near endless stream of challenges that got tiring extremely quickly." She didn't elaborate anymore than that, although she did change the color of the bracer with magic - it was a dull emerald jade color now.</s> <\|message\|>Slick Sloth Zairos III Slick engulfed his left arm in blue fire and his bracer absorbed the colour and became a navy blue. "Well at least you've got more ,magic pOW-" Slick cut off as the bracer dug into his arm and began to pump magic into his veins. "-er." He went into a sweat. "Never did understand how these would work, either way it hurts like hell."</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy Meruin tilted her head. The pain from the bracer never did bother her, as the various experiments she'd preformed on herself had let her get used to pain, but the sudden injection of magic was uncomfortable - she disliked having magic asides from hers running around her body. "I'd rather be able to finish my research," she said, staring at Slicks now navy-blue bracer. She raised a brow at his display of power. "Interesting. Now that I think about it, I don't think I've ever observed your abilities first hand. Have you ever dueled anyone before?"</s> <\|message\|>Slick Sloth Zairos III "No I never wanted to fight. Just pass exams to get through." Slick looked up and down Meruin. "What do you wanna see my power for? I'm a good for nothing student, who has the world's weirdest DNA.</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy Meruin was just a little surprised at Slick's self-depreciation. Lately she'd been dealing with people who, if not possessing a large ego, were at least reasonably confident in themselves. She nodded her head in approval to Slick's statement on what he aimed to do here. "A reasonable goal, if a bit different from the others here. As for why I want to see your abilities, I am a research before I am a fighter," she said succinctly. "Who possess what power and whatever manner of creature they are means nothing to me; you have something I am interested in, so I will express my interest, that is all."</s> <\|message\|>Pamela Armellia Cruz Meister, Pamela Armellia, Lynda "Lyn" Hermit and Agni Blackheart Location: Common Room After running a little, the three of them managed to reach the common room, where some people had already got their braces. Amidst the people, there was Agni, getting his bracer from the teacher. He used his power to give it a dark purple color and felt the bracer insert its magic on him. Useless magic... for what reason this ridiculous bracer did this?, he thought. Cruz moved forward to one of the teachers and greeted it formally. He got his bracer and equipped it. "Hmm... let's see how it looks like when I use Data on it.", he said to himself, inserting a flow of Data into the bracer, which became light blue. Then, he felt the same magic being inserted. "Ow! This thing hurts!", he said, not commenting about the magic being inserted on him. Soon, Pamela and Lynda grabbed their braces, equipped them and used their magics on it to have a pink and a dark gray bracer, respectively. And then, the pain came. "Ow, ow, ow, owww!! Heeeeeey, what is this?!", Pamela complained. "The bracer inserted some magic on us. I don't know what kind of magic it is, but I'm used to have energy painfully inserted into me...", Lynda said. Cruz looked at it one more time and then noticed Meruin and Slick. He was going to talk with them, but someone stood in his way. "I want to talk with you, last of the technomagicians.", Agni said. "About what exactly? If it's about the skirmish we had, I don't want to talk about it.", Cruz answered. The dark magician still kept his cold gaze. Then, as Cruz moved towards his old friends, the pendant swinged a little. "... I see. Then, I won't bother you anymore, Your Majesty.", he spoke. Upon hearing those words, Cruz looked directly at Agni with a surprised face, while the latter opened the Word of Hatred and left reading it. What the... how the hell does he know about that?!, Cruz said, looking at the exit.</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy Since she was not particularly waiting for Slick to respond, Meruin diverted some attention to the newcomers: another student from the previous years, and also one she'd scarcely interacted with, accompanied by three she did not recognize. Her eyes narrowed for a moment as she sensed magic pass through the bracer, one she was unfamiliar with. It seems that three people managed to pique her interest today. "Technomage, is it?" said Meruin, her eyes boring straight into Cruz's own.</s> <\|message\|>Pamela Armellia Cruz Meister Location: Common Room Waking up from his surprise at Agni's words, Cruz turned his head back to Meruin. He does remember about her, but certainly wasn't on the best way possible. "Yeah, Meruin. We barely talked back at the old academy, but it's me, Cruz. Cruz Meister, the last technomage alive...", he said, sighing hard. That wasn't the way he wanted to be known throughtout.</s> <\|message\|>Slick Sloth Zairos III Slick brushed off Meruin's comment. Who doesn't care what people are like "Wait a sec, what do I have!?" It had taken the boy a minute to work out what she had said.</s> <\|message\|>Sol ghost in black Sol glanced at the scales rapidly covering Eris's body with interest. A strange magic that seemed to increase her strength, no matter he had no intention of letting her regain momentum. Logically it would be best to cancel the match and then retrieve their braces before continuing but it would be no fun to end mid-match. Sol's eyes narrowed as he traced the path of the rapidly moving metal orb and as soon as it crossed onto his side of the court Sol was there smashing it straight down, coming down on Eris's side mere centimeters from the net. Simultaneously he caused a distortion to warp into existence around the bubble slowing down time all around it, even if Eris would normally be able to move fast enough to block the attack the time warp should've been more than enough to slow her down long enough for him to score the winning point. Even if he didn't score a point he was still in a good position to spike the ball once again, he thought grinning confidently. --- Elza yawned and looked around dazedly when she heard some announcement about bracers, it seemed she had accidentally fallen asleep again. Oh well she was fresh and ready to go now so she eagerly grabbed a brace from the teacher. Her eye's flickered into shadow as she viewed the strange magic of the bracer flow into her and meld with her own, an interesting device. Her eyes returned to their normal color and she glanced around, Meruin was here along with several other people she didn't know very well. Elza retreated to a corner and examined her new device thoroughly curious to see how it worked and waited for classes to be announced.</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy , @JELDare As Cruz gave what she assumed was his title, Meruin's eyes suddenly had a very disturbing glint in them. It was by no means malicious, but it was suitably manic - the kind you see on mad scientists. The cause, of course, was not so much that Cruz mentioned he was a technomage - which had perked her interest enough - but because ue had mentioned he was the last of his kind. That sent Meruin's interest flying into the realm of the unhealthy. "The last Technomage, you say?" she muttered audibly. "Very interesting . . . tell me, would you be willing to partake in a few experi- tests?" For now, Slick was now pushed into the back of her mind, though part of her was resolute in talking to him more later on.</s> <\|message\|>Elizabeth Moon. Liz for short Liz waved to Meruin, she planned to walk over on her own anyway. When she arrived at the classroom she quickly went up and claimed a bracer "oh, a new design." She smiled happily and put it on her wrist and winced a bit when she drained her magic in it, for a while the bracer did not settle on its color but finally it came to a light blue clear, the color of the sea. Smiling and breathing a sigh of relief from that being over and the pain subsiding. Looking around it seemed like most people had arrived to collect their bracer as well. Looking around the room Liz walked over to Meruin "Just a quick update~ Euphie says you are good to have a fight with her after classes today as long as she gets to have a chat with you first, if she mentions Chase just lie and say you don't know where she is though please." Liz chuckled and looked at Elza who had retreated to a corner "Talk later Meruin." She quickly dashed off and jumped in front of Elza likely spooking her "Hi there, you must be new here! Whats your name? Any questions?" Liz asked bombarding the new girl with questions.</s>	<\|message\|>Marcus Gracy Marcus stood to his feet slowly and slipped his hands into his pockets. He turned towards the school and walked deep in thought about his battle with Liz. He didn't care about how he looked like a giant mummy roaming and hunting the school. To him his appearance didn't matter. What really mattered was what the hell actually happened during his battle with Liz. He entered the classroom silently and retrieved his bracer from the teacher , applying it onto his right arm on top of the bandages. Although he didn't react to the tiny pain the bracer caused. Marcus noticed the others but was to caught up in his thoughts to acknowledge any of them. He grabbed a seat in the front row by the window and kicked his feet on top of the desk. Marcus stared out the window not noticing his bandages slowly stretch over the bracer.</s>
<\|description\|>Meruin Hazy Appearance (I'll add a photo later): Originally, she had short a short bob cut, but she has since grown it out; now her hair imitates her master - it's absurdly long (up until her ankles) and smooth and straight. Her eyes are still green, however, it's been noted that during certain points where she uses an intense amount of power, they turn silver. Meruin is also still short (143.89 cm) Her staple attire when out of combat is navy-blue/white blazer, a black short skirt, and long white stockings. When in combat, she wears a white sleeveless tunic with golden patterns sewn on, a white shoulder-length finger-less gloves with and a pair of golden rings on her middle fingers and long white pants. Age: 18 Gender: Female Abilities: Spells, spells and more spells. Meruin is an expert mage in any sense of the word. That asides, she is also partial to using magical artifacts, elixirs, tools and drugs. Above all her powers is her Grimoire - a magical crystallization of her soul that currently contains 14 pages - each page excluding one contains a specific and potent spell that can only be used by her. Her most dangerous ability, however, is her ability to plan, strategize and prepare many steps ahead of her opponents. Her physical abilities are still poor however, and she is still prone to sudden bouts of anemia. How you could work in a team: She can fill any position with varying degrees of competence, however, she is at her best as a support and a very, very, very hard hitting nuker, especially when given time to prepare. Personality: Taciturn, blunt and straight to the point. Meruin is also a bit of an airhead when it comes to social ques, and though she's gotten better at communicating with people, she's still woefully ignorant to most things. She's a hard-worker and a diligent scholar, with a sharp mind that plans down to the tiniest detail. She's silent but passionate about what she does. History: Will be revealed during the RP if you can get her to reveal it. Nonetheless, a quick summary of her history is that she was born into a family of nobodies, and as a talented young girl, she wished to be much more than what she was told to be. She's become much closer to achieving that goal. Other: She's an excellent cook, artist and ventriloquist. She sleeps completely naked. Her favorite food is blueberry cheesecake. Meruin is currently the second ranker in the Student Council, but it's said that she would actually be much higher if she just put more effort into actually challenging the students above her. She's happy where she is though, so she's content lazing about the grounds and reading.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan moved back after seeing Cruz could handle himself and moved to the ground. He sat under a tree and sighed. "I have not atoned for my father's sins yet. But this is a start." Ryan looked at the sky. "Why do they keep forgetting that death means nothing to them right now? If they die, they would come back after the battle."</s> <\|message\|>Cornelia Gamma Cornelia Cornelia got pissed as the beams passed through her brain and heart. She was dead, supposedly. She didn't have enough time to think. Who did he think he was, was all Cornelia could think about. "You're just Human, a Technomage but Human....I'll show you it, maybe we can have a fun time?" Cornelia fell backwards as Blood spilled over the grass. Muramasa appeared on Cornelia's hand, Something was about to happen. She had the power, all she needed was the Key, and Cruz had just given her the key. The Key to an Unbound World. Muramasa began to float above Cornelia, if she was Dead Muramasa would go straight to the next owner, and that would be Cruz, yet instead the Sword Impaled her in the Lungs. BGM: Fate's Demise Cornelia stood up as Muramasa was Impaled in her body. The parts of her body that were blown off were already recovered. She was charging up her energy, and releasing it at the same time. She was about to go into Unbound World State. A transformation were you have full control of your powers in exchange for your sanity and humanity, to be fair she wasn't Human in the first place. She took out Muramasa from her lungs. It was covered in a crimson red blood. The Sword began to emit an Evil Aura in a 10 in radius. She was laughing. If she killed him then Deus would get mad at her more. She kept charging up, as a small force field was placed around her. Purple marks began to appear all over her body, she was ready. The force field disappeared as a wide psychopathic grin appeared over her face. If you got near her the evil could possibly consume you if you aren't strong enough, something like the perfect defence. Now, Who should I kill first? Hahaha, I know I'll finish off that Pest Marcus and deal with that Cruz guy later.</s> <\|message\|>Marcus Gracy Marcus watched in excitement as an unspeakable amount of negative energy flowed through the air. "I happen to find powerful women very attractive Cornelia." He said tying his hair into a pony tail so it wouldn't get in the way of his site. Marcus removes his suit jacket and drops it onto the ground. He bumps both of his fist together walking closer to Cornelia. "I'm about to give you a love tap that's gonna hurt like hell! He laughed vanishing and firing a negative sphere of energy behind Cornelia as he reappeared. Marcus focused his best on not using his physical abilities just yet. He kept a great amount of distance between him and Cornelia.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan wanted to yell. "Does everyone here want to kill someone! Jesus!" Ryan got up with a grimace and looked at Cornelia. "She should he dead, yet here we are." Ryan snapped his fingers and Honjo Masamune appeared in his hand. He aimed carefully than threw it at her like a spear. As it came flying at her it began to elongate and get thinner until it eventually was a spear. It took on a golden like quality and continued its course for her lungs.</s> <\|message\|>Pamela Armellia Cruz Meister and Agni Blackheart Location: Town Center BGM: Clockwork Doll still playing Distracted with the other fight, Cruz was almost hit by Agni, saved by his illusion. The second Cruz vanished as he was hit and the flash began again. However, Cruz was having the upper hand. Darn it... I'm not using 100% of my power as a Devil Lord... and he's able to battle me!, Agni thought. Cruz dashed back and opened a panel. "... Setting code. Time limite set. Changing battle plan.", he said after setting his magic.I nerd to hold myself back for now. I'll abuse on illusions until the time comes...!, Cruz planned. Time set for Spell Release: 20 posts Lynda "Lyn" Hermit, Pamela Armellia & Cerberus Still not far from the chaos, Lyn returned to her duel with Cerberus, that stood in his human form. Pamela wanted to dash and help the others with Agni, but she wasn't able to simply leave. Then, she saw Arcadius and called for him. "Heeeeey!! Elemental mage that is in our team and that I forgot the name!! Come here for a second, please!!!, she screamed.</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy Meruin, about to face Cerberus, paused at the arrival of Cornelia. Apparently, Agni was not the only one that was feeling particularly murderous today. She sighed in exasperation; now there were two of them (four, if you included Marcus and Deus from earlier) running around. Hm, who to deal with first? she thought. Cerberus was certainly a threat, but Pamela and Lyn were facing it together, while Cornelia was facing Marcus alone. Before she could decide who to go after, Ryan launched a spear of magic against the girl. Ah, well that's decided. Meruin floated in between Pamela and Lyn. "It seems you're bent on facing this thing. I will help you," she said in a tone that offered no room for argument. "Afterwards, I will deal with Agni and Cruz." Facing Cerberus, the tiny mage tilted her head. "Now, you're certainly smaller than I had thought. I can only hope you can prove to be an interesting subject of observation." A light tap from her foot resulted in a sudden explosion of glowing white chains. They snaked around Cerberus on all sides, burning all traces of demonic influence with it.</s> <\|message\|>Cornelia Gamma Cornelia got pissed, not at the fact that Marcus was flirting with her but at the fact that Ryan was interrupting her fight. As the Negative Sphere got closer to her she got an idea. She used Meta-Teleportaion to teleport behind Ryan and used another of her powers which was called, Fact-to-Fiction. This power allowed her to turn any reality into fiction and Vice-versa, making events that should have happen, never happen. "Fact-to-Fiction! The Negative Sphere hits Ryan." The Negative Sphere would be heading for Ryan now. She then teleported behind Marcus and began slashing him with Muramasa, which would drain his life if slashed by it.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan rolled his eyes and moved out of the way of the sphere of negative energy. When it began coming back at him, he summoned Honjo Masamune back into his hands and sliced the orb in half. "You better be damn glad I'm helping you Marcus, because you're not even on my team." Ryan teleported in between Marcus and Cornelia and blocked the slashes. "You should be dead." He stated. He felt Tue evil radiating off of her and smiled a bit. Just two years ago and he would've been consumed by it. But not today. "Could you die for me? I don't feel like fighting anymore." Ryan suddenly began glowing as he looked her in the eyes. "Actually, I think I'll take you both out. Grimoire Art: The Chariot!" Ryan than exploded in a burst of fire and hit air. He began to reform near where Meruin was and collapsed on the ground panting with exhaustion. "Note to self, exploding hurts."</s> <\|message\|>Marcus Gracy "Thanks for the help anyways." Marcus laughed as he retreated from the explosion with a simple step. Although his back got burned a bit from the blast. His happiness turned into a frown when he realized that Cornelia could of gotten hurt in the explosion. "Aww what the fuck Ryan. If you messed up my dates face I'm coming after you." Marcus dusted himself off and walked back towards the blast site. He didn't want to admit it but he was having a lot of fun. "Cornelia, my love please tell me that your okay?" Marcus asked. Which was weird because he was charging up two more negative spheres to fire at her.</s> <\|message\|>Pamela Armellia Cruz Meister, Pamela Armellia, Lynda "Lyn" Hermit and Agni Blackheart Agni kept attacking Cruz with a violent and heavy assault of scythe slashes. The technomage was abusing of illusions just like he planned. However, that wouldn't last long. Thin are the chances that I will be able to keep this up... If someone has a plan, do it now!, he thought. Meanwhile, Lynda and Cerberus were attacking each other in the same rhythm. Clashes between her slashes and his claws were common. Until Meruin used her power, removing the dark energy índice the hell hound. "Ggh... This light...!, he said, kneeling. "Thanks a lot for that! Shadow Wind!!", she declared. With a roundhouse kick, Lyn generated a small tornado of dark slashes that hit Cerberus without any difficulty.</s> <\|message\|>Deus Ira Cornelia sighed as the explosion went off. This wouldn't hurt her one bit, but it did blow off her arm and one leg. She began to laugh maniacally. It had been a while since she could use this power, it was time to use Fiction's full power. The blown off limbs began to regenerate which was also a part of her powers, Absolute Restoration. "Gah,fine, you want to see power, I'll show you real power!" Cornelia teleported again a few feet backwards. She began to charge up her powers. She was ready, and so it was time to use Fictional Dream Land. The sky turned a blood red and the ground purple. Marcus and Ryan were both now in Cornelia's Fictional Dream Land. Where she was a kind of god. Wlecome to my Dream Land, Where I am God and Overseer. Now time to die Sweet Marcus! Deus: The spirit bomb was ready, he also had a clear shot. His aura turned Indigo as he began to speak telepathically to everyone. "Get out of the way, NOW!" BGM:God of Destruction's Sorrow Deus launched the Neo-Spirit Bomb at Agni. This spirit bomb was nearly impossible to dodge, and if you teleported out of its way, Deus would have a backup plan. This Neo Spirit Bomb would negate the effects of spells for a 10 Mile radius when it hit it's target or the ground, it could also KO an opponent if he is not strong enough. The perfect attack. Deus used Ability Create: Wind Manipulation to make the Spirit Bomb extremely fast. The Spirit Bomb was about the size of the moon. @MagusDream @floodtalon</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan sighed. He looked at the sky and smiled. He looked over at Meruin. "You got any spells that can give me a stamina boost?" Ryan asked Meruin. He then looked at the Spirit Bomb in the sky. "On second thought." Ryan reached into his pocket and grabbed a small syringe filled with a glowing clear liquid. "I love money." He jabbed himself in the arm and injected all of it into his body. " This is going to hurt." He began convulsing on the ground and yelled for a solid minute. He called down and simply twitched for a couple of seconds. He got up and coughed up some blood. "Hey Meruin, we need to go now." Ryan pointed at both Deus and Cornelia.@BranchOfSin@TheHangedMan</s>	<\|message\|>Meruin Hazy Meruin looked at Cerberus, preparing to finish him, when Dues bomb flashed throughout the grounds. Shortly afterwards, Ryan fell on the ground next to her, muttering something about explosions - which was pretty apt, considering how many of them were going on right now. "Well, that would seem to be the case," said Meruin, straight-faced. She raised a brow as he injected himself with a small syringe, filled with something obviously not medically prescribed. "Wait, I wish to observe this a little longer," she stated. Cornelia had piqued her interest. They all had, actually, but right now Cornelia held her attention the most. Seeing Ryan cough up blood, she frowned deeply. "Are you okay? I can preform healing if you need it."</s>
<\|description\|>Meruin Hazy Appearance (I'll add a photo later): Originally, she had short a short bob cut, but she has since grown it out; now her hair imitates her master - it's absurdly long (up until her ankles) and smooth and straight. Her eyes are still green, however, it's been noted that during certain points where she uses an intense amount of power, they turn silver. Meruin is also still short (143.89 cm) Her staple attire when out of combat is navy-blue/white blazer, a black short skirt, and long white stockings. When in combat, she wears a white sleeveless tunic with golden patterns sewn on, a white shoulder-length finger-less gloves with and a pair of golden rings on her middle fingers and long white pants. Age: 18 Gender: Female Abilities: Spells, spells and more spells. Meruin is an expert mage in any sense of the word. That asides, she is also partial to using magical artifacts, elixirs, tools and drugs. Above all her powers is her Grimoire - a magical crystallization of her soul that currently contains 14 pages - each page excluding one contains a specific and potent spell that can only be used by her. Her most dangerous ability, however, is her ability to plan, strategize and prepare many steps ahead of her opponents. Her physical abilities are still poor however, and she is still prone to sudden bouts of anemia. How you could work in a team: She can fill any position with varying degrees of competence, however, she is at her best as a support and a very, very, very hard hitting nuker, especially when given time to prepare. Personality: Taciturn, blunt and straight to the point. Meruin is also a bit of an airhead when it comes to social ques, and though she's gotten better at communicating with people, she's still woefully ignorant to most things. She's a hard-worker and a diligent scholar, with a sharp mind that plans down to the tiniest detail. She's silent but passionate about what she does. History: Will be revealed during the RP if you can get her to reveal it. Nonetheless, a quick summary of her history is that she was born into a family of nobodies, and as a talented young girl, she wished to be much more than what she was told to be. She's become much closer to achieving that goal. Other: She's an excellent cook, artist and ventriloquist. She sleeps completely naked. Her favorite food is blueberry cheesecake. Meruin is currently the second ranker in the Student Council, but it's said that she would actually be much higher if she just put more effort into actually challenging the students above her. She's happy where she is though, so she's content lazing about the grounds and reading.</s> <\|message\|>Marcus Gracy Marcus was beginning to realize that the rapid fire of energy was gonna drain him quicker than normal combat. He stopped and slowly free falled to the gymnasium's floor. This was practice after all so there weren't any serious grudges against Sol or Deus. With that Marcus decided to attack the golems and give Sol enough room to hopefully deal with Dues. Marcus smashed through a couple of the golems like a little kid at a playground. This match was very exciting for Marcus. Its been awhile sense he could fight freely.</s> <\|message\|>Deus Ira "Water (35 L), Carbon (20 kg), Ammonia (4 L), Lime (1.5 kg), Phosphorous (800 g), Salt (250 g), Saltpeter (100 g), Sulfur (80 g), Fluorine (7.5 g), Iron (5 g), Silicon (3 g) and fifteen other elements in trace amounts. This Is the basest Components of the Human Body.." Deus said as he used All of His Powers in order to form a Second Body for him, but that would be controlled by his mind. Call it a connection between similar bodies. What he was doing was a sort of Human Transmutation, but not quite it. The Body was already made, so Deus inserted Some of his Aura which included a really small part of his Soul. He then granted his body the ability to use Fire Manipulation. After he was done building the Body, he moved on to Create a Replica Kusanagi, using Alchemy. He already had most base components, but he would use Obsidian as the material of the sword. The Rest was just a matter of Time, during this time, he sent the clone above ground to attack Marcus and Sol. The Clone, used Fire Manipulation to create Jets under his feet and dashed towards Sol with a Fist of Fire.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan observed the fight and looked at Marcus. He considered using a Grimoire ability to observe what Deus was doing but decided not to. He had been abusing his Grimoire too much lately and he needed to only use it as a trump card.</s> <\|message\|>Sol Sol allowed himself a small smirk, so far both Marcus and Deus seemed to be using a large amount of energy while he had be forced to use little to none at this point. It seemed Marcus had given up his assault and was now tearing apart the golems leaving Sol to deal with Dues. Now finished tracing his runes for a safety precaution, he turned to face Dues charging towards him, boosting himself with flame and enhancing his attack. Ah fire, the easiest element to deal with. Sol waved his hand at Dues dismissively and the flame around his feet and hand exploded as they were overloaded with oxygen. That would at least prevent Dues from finishing his attack if not injuring him more severely. Sol observed both Marcus, in case he finished the golems, and Dues; carefully waiting for another attack from either of them. @Slendy</s> <\|message\|>Deus Ira The Clone Deus looked at Sol with a lifeless face. When the Fire had exploded it blew away his hand and feet. The Clone did absolutely nothing. Deus had sensed the Clone's arm and leg explode. Deus then granted the Clone Water Manipulation, and then the Clone used Water Manipulation to heal his wounds. Then he dashed towards Sol once again mindlessly.</s> <\|message\|>Marcus Gracy After Marcus finished off the last two golems by hurrdling one at another he stopped and spectated the battle. As he watch the battle between Sol and artificial Deus he noticed that Deus didn't attempt to block Sol's attacks full heartedly. Then for the first time Marcus understood what was going on. "Its a clone." He said snapping his finger. He began to look around for the original Deus and attack him. "Is....is that Ryan....? Marcus asked himself as he looked at the ceiling. He decided to let that pass and continue his search for Deus. There was only one place he haven't look and that was beneath the floor. Marcus focus an incredible amount of destructive energy into his fist and punched the ground causing a respectable sized crater to replace the floor. Hopefully the crafter would dig deep enough into the ground to reveal Deus.</s> <\|message\|>Slick Sloth Zairos III Slick walked outside the dormitory with a shovel in hand and a roll of wires slung over his shoulders. "Better start diggin'."</s> <\|message\|>Deus Ira Deus Deus sighed. It appeared he had been discovered, but he had finished just on time. The two Swords were done. Durendal, The Sword of Destruction and Caliburn, The Sword from the Stone. Of course these two were Replicas but they were very similar to the genuine one's. When Marcus punched the Ground, Deus quickly flew through the Crack that Marcus haf made. He looked at the Clone, then at Marcus and Sol and Ryan. He Sighed, then Granted the Clone another of his abilities: Fire, Water and Wind. He then passed on half of his Aura to the clone granting him some Aura Manipulation powers. The Clone then Dashed forward using Wind Manipulation and Aura Manipulation enhancing his speed 10 Fold. The Clone then began to attack him with Aura blasts and Hand-To-Hand Combat. Deus then looked at Marcus and smiled. "It's been a while since I've Sparred with you Marcus, it seems you've gotten better, but so have I." Deus dashed towards Marcus, enhancing Durendal with a Razor Sharp Aura. He Disappeared from Sight, and began to Slash Marcus from everywhere. @Eklispe</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon @Slendy@Eklispe Ryan sighed as he dropped down from the ceiling. He created a barrier of water around the competitrs and took a deep breath. "That's enough. You've reached a suitable amount of collateral damage." He proceeded to create a few Water Clones of himself to disperse any spectators they've gathered. "Come on Marcus. You're a teacher for gods sake and you just punched a hole in the floor of your own classroom. Which I expect to be cleaned by tomorrow." Ryan shook his head and looked at Deus and Sol. "And you two." He began but stopped. "You were actually surprisingly tame. Good job. However if you create Golems, try to keep a better eye on them." Ryan pointed towards the remains of a Golem which was embedded within a wall. "However, that is also Marcus' fault. So he gets to clean the entire gym."</s> <\|message\|>Sol "Oh please we have these bracelets for a reason." Sol said dismissively indicating the mentioned objects whilst dodging the clones attacks, "Pest." he said irritably and suddenly lashed out with his blade just as the clone went in for an attack removing its head, his sudden removal of the clone's wind powers had left it exposed and helpless compared to him. A clone was just a clone, and a jack of all trades passing a weaker version of his power couldn't match a specialist in the same field. "Anyway, at the end of the battle bracelets fix all the damage, besides I've barely done anything all year." Sol said explaining his side of the case. It seemed just about every time things were about to get fun something had to interrupt. "Besides the other students are learning, I mean live demonstrations are all the rage these days right?" @BranchOfSin@Slendy</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon " You bring a fair point about the damage, but I still believe the fight has gone far enough. I can already see where this is going." Ryan tilted his head slightly as some debris went flying by him. " In about five minutes I predict some sort of over the top magical attack that will hurt both the user and other combatants. You guys don't know how to hold back."</s> <\|message\|>Deus Ira Deus sighed. Always an Issue. In spars aren't you supposed to go full power, because then you will be able to gain some experience. If you do hold back then what is the point of a spar. Deus then proceeded to sigh again. "Hey Ryan, you do know that I could've canceled everything that just happened erasing all the Damage done to everything right? Oh well, I guess you just take your job seriously unlike me, Student Council is just a title and nothing more...Hell, I'm even thinking of Leaving the Council, it's just such a pain, that is my own opinion." Deus said as he chattered on. Deus made the swords disappear into thin air. He sat down looking at the students. Marcus wasn't doing a very good job as a teacher. He sighed again, then remembered something that he needed to ask Meruin. "Well guys, See ya later, need to go somewhere." Deus said as he dashed out of the gym. Deus arrived at the Lunch room panting and smiling too. He walked to the table near Meruin and touched her shoulder. "Meruin, I need to speak with you, can you follow me outside?"</s> <\|message\|>Marcus Gracy Marcus was starting to get a little angered that he was blamed for most of the destruction. But luckily Sol was present to defend him and relieve all the blame off of himself. Also Deus was right the council was a shell of its prime. "Okay! That was a fun demonstration!" Marcus said looking back at the students. Most of them were lost and confused while others had their mouths opened in awe. The battle between himself, Deus and Sol left the students silent. Marcus didn't notice that until there was an awkward silence that clouded the room for a few minutes. "Okay....uhh free time!" Marcus said walking away from the group of students that began to riot onto the gymnasium's floor. "Hey! Pirate guy! I'd like to learn more about your fighting style!" He said approaching Sol.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan sighed as all the damage was fixed around him. "Great. I'm the bad guy for doing my job." He walked out of the gym and looked at the sky. He thought about the Council. " I'm going to need to talk to the President. We need some serious restructuring." He teleported to the Council Meeting room and sat down. His chair would light up as he was accounted for and he began thinking.</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy The small mage turned her head, wondering who it was. Upon seeing Deus, Meruin frowned slightly. 'What did he need?' she thought. Upon hearing her request, Meruin tilted her head. It seemed like whatever he needed to say, it had to be in private. "Excuse me for a moment, Liz." "Very well," she said, standing up from her chair. "Lead the way, Deus."</s> <\|message\|>Deus Ira Deus nodded as he began to lead Meruin outside into the hallway. Once there, Deus leaned on a wall. "Beautiful Day isn't it?... Anyways I'll get straight to the point..Magic isn't my area of expertise, and so far I've only been able to learn about Alchemy, but wh . i begin to research other forms of Magic, I always reach a dead end. This is where you come in, Meruin, Would you please teach me magic?" Deus asked seriously. He knew that it was farfetched to ask Meruin such a question, the reason? He would probably get turned down. Deus began to gaze outside the window.</s>	<\|message\|>Meruin Hazy Meruin's eyes widened a bit as she listened to Deus's request. That was the only indication of surprise on her face, and she quickly adopted her stoic expression once more. What he was basically asking for was discipleship - Wait, no, that's not right. He's not asking anything as deep as that, she thought. After experiencing Deus's abilities and discovering his lineage, it was fair to say he had no small amount of talent, however, it was also true that he didn't seem to have much experience with controlling it. Meruin considered the possibilities of teaching him. On one hand, it would be an interesting experience, on the other, it could end up disastrous for both of them. Ultimately, it was not a question of how good a student Deus was, it was how good a teacher Meruin would be. There was a long silence as Meruin considered his question, looking at it from various angles and trying to predict the probability of a good outcome. In the end, she sighed. "I will have to consult my own master about this," she replied honestly. That was the conclusion she reached. She would ask Master Reina for her opinion. She may even ask Lady Chase. If their verdict was that she was qualified to teach someone else the ways of magic, then she would do so without hesitation. "I'm unsure of my own ability to pass on knowledge, Deus, so I'll need some time to consult my Master. If her opinion is favorable, then I will likely accept your request," said Meruin. "If it is not favorable, however, then perhaps I can still ask her for a solution for your problem."</s>
<\|description\|>Elza Photo: Age: 19 Gender: Female Abilities: Shadow Magic. Although she doesn't have super strength or anything her intense training would make you think that. How you could work in a team: Everything. Doing Everything. Personality: Elza is the hardest working person you've ever seen. She sees lying as pointless and cowardly and respects anyone who can prove thier strength. She is an excellent cook but is rather ashamed of this fact. Once a friend always a friend, however despite her outwardly friendly personalilty she can be rather slow to trust. Other: Loves to eat meat, it scared of insects, has a pet mouse</s> <\|message\|>Marcus Gracy Marcus sat in the desk of his office. His blondish brown hair tied up into a pony tail. He was finishing up his daily duties as the schools comsuler before he headed off to lunch. Marcus appearance hasn't changed much, he still looks the same but now has a blondish brown goatee. He stands up yawning and scratching his chest. Yes, he was shirtless doing school work. This was mainly one of the reasons why he tells the students and staff to knock before entering his room. He walks to a coat rack and takes a white shirt off a hanger and dresses himself. His clothes weren't as beat up as they used to be doing the first semester. Back then he got into a lot of pointless fights. He hasn't gotten into a fight in awhile though. It wasn't because of his repetitive losing streak. It was because he needed time to fully control his negative chi manipulation. He did master it around the ending of the first semester and would accept what ever challenge came his way to see how his practice paid off. Marcus exited his room locking the door behind him. The passing by students smiled as the passed him or waved in his direction. Marcus actually liked being the consulor. He got to meet countless numbers of people with strange and interesting personalities. He also liked how sometimes he would deal with relationship problems between the students. Marcus was deep in his thoughts as he walked towards the entrance of the lunch room. He entered and walked directly towards the line fixing himself a healthy meal of chicken salad and orange juice. He sat down at a random table and ate his food quietly.</s> <\|message\|>Deus Ira Deus scratched his head. He then looked at his palm, it had a transmutation symbol on it. He was thinking on a possibility, but it was farfetched and he didn't like it. "It must have probably been from the fight, it was pretty huge. Can I check something quickly, just to see what's wrong with your powers?" Deus stood up, as his hand began to radiate a silver aura. He cracked his neck to the side.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan looked up from his book and frowned. "I do hope you aren't planning on doing anything dangerous. If you were, it would fall under my jurisdiction as a Council Member to stop that." He called out to them. He really didn't feel like demolishing anyone today. He would though if he had to.</s> <\|message\|>Slick Sloth Zairos III Slick turned to Ryan. "Please don't use threats. He's trying to help someone out, I understand it's your job, but believe me, you'd do the same."</s> <\|message\|>Elza Sol finished off the last of his pancakes and lounged around bored watching Dues and Slick with mild interest. So far the year hadn't been too exciting; he hadn't even gotten to participate in the team battle at the start of the year. At this point he was almost out of practice with how little actual combat he had done. --- Elza groaned and walked into the cafeteria dragging her feet like a zombie. She walked straight to the drink table and grabbed a cub of black coffee before sitting down and slowing sipping it down a languid expression on her face. Elza hated mornings.</s> <\|message\|>Deus Ira Deus ignored Ryan's remark and looked at Slick who had answered his question. "Alright, So I'm going to Implant some of my Aura into you and attempt to see what is wrong, you might feel a little excruciating pain." Deus looked at Slick, trying to find a small opening in his Aura, and when he found it he quickly began to insert his Aura into him. What this would do is that it would attempt to heal his Powers. Deus guessed that his powers had Imploded like that because of the opposing forces of the team battle, these powers were so strong, no wonder eyes couldn't keep up with them. "Ouch! There seems that something is wrong with your powers, Like a blockage or something of some kind. That's all I can tell you for now Slick, Sorry If I wasn't much help." Deus said as he sat back down sighing. He was tired, so it would be easy to do anything to him right now anyways.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan ignored both of them and looked at the ceiling. "All I'm saying is if I hear explosions I'm going to kick someone's ass." He went back to his book and eating.</s> <\|message\|>Pamela Armellia Cruz Meister, Pamela Armellia and Lynda "Lyn" Hermit Location: Cafeteria The trio entered the cafeteria. Pamela was hugging Cruz's arm tightly while walking with a big smile and don't even knowing the faces that both made. "Ugh... I've slept for a long time. I didn't thought that emergency codes were that exhausting...", he spoke. "I was like, really worried, you know! I mean, what if you didn't woke up?!", Pamela said. "... Let's just get our lunches. We're late, you know.", Lyn said, leaving to see what was today's food. Then, the two walked towards everyone and sat. "Hey... so, what did I lost?", he asked.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon "Nothing too special. Also Ms. Armellia, please let go of Mr Meister's arm, otherwise I will have to write both of you up for public displays of affection." Ryan looked up from his book at the both of them. "If you're going to have some fun, keep it in the bedroom." He grinned slightly with those words hoping to embarrass them. "Or don't. I would have to write you up for a boy being in girl dormitories or girl being in boy dormitories if you did that." He looked very thoughtful at that statement. "You know what. Just... make sure to be safe. Yeah, that's pretty all encompassing." He began to ramble to himself abound t various rules and regulations.</s> <\|message\|>Pamela Armellia Cruz Meister, Pamela Armellia and Lynda "Lyn" Hermit Location: Cafeteria "A-A-A-Ahh!! Y-Y-You perv!! J-Just because you're from the student council d-d-doesn't mean you have to say such... s-such indecent, perverted things!!", Pamela screamed getting red, like a tomato. "Dude, I understand about harassing someone, but that was way too much.", she said. "... Wait a minute. I didn't got it. What do you exactly mean by public affection? And what this about bedrooms?" The two girls couldn't do anything other than looking with faces of awe. And on a negative sense. "Don't tell me... a technomagician, supposed to know everything, is so clueless about love?", Lyn asked. "It's not like I don't understand what love is, I just... Wait, no, I really don't understand anything about love. I've read it about it, but...", he said. Lyn just slapped her own face in disappointment, but at the same time she laughed a little. After all, Ryan's trick to get both embarassed didn't work. Or rather, it worked halfway. Pamela sighed a little. He didn't got embarassed, but she knew she had to let go of his arm. And Cruz... let's just say he left to the food stand, wondering about what Ryan said, seeing himself as a completely clueless and innocent children. "After this, I don't think anything worse can happen.", she commented while sitting. "C-Could you please leave your abusiveness away whenever I'm walking with Cruz, please?", she said, on a serious tone. "Says the girl that is abusing of how clueless he is to walk around making it look that you two are dating... when you aren't. Would it hurt for you to stop those rumors? People keep asking me about them and it's giving me a headache.", Lyn commented. Pamela simply looked away angry.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan smiled. "In all seriousness though, how is Mr Meister? He's been in a coma since the battle which is quite worrying. There is a chance his muscles have atrophied. Actually it should be a certainty that has happened. Yet he's walking perfectly fine as of now." Ryan had a semi confused look on his face. "And do forgive me for the embarrassing comments. It's not very often I get to have fun like that."</s> <\|message\|>Pamela Armellia Cruz Meister, Pamela Armellia and Lynda "Lyn" Hermit Location: Cafeteria BGM: Sacred Moon "Well, to be honest... even though he is walking well, we aren't that so sure... He did a quick analysis on his body and magical state and everything seemed normal.", Pamela said, with a worried face. Lyn looked down. She hadn't start eating her pancakes. "That... magic he used to rebuild the town. Do any of you have any plausible idea of what that was? I mean, to make a destroyed town back to normal in just a second...", Lyn commented. Pamela started to think a little about it. Then, Cruz came to them and sat down. But after he put his plate on the table, his right arm flickered, like an image being shown on a TV that's almost breaking up. He felt a moderate pain. "Cruz, are you alright?!", Pamela was the first to ask. "D-Don't worry about it. It... was absolutely nothing.", he said, holding the arm. But the said arm flickered once more. "Alright, that's it. I'll take you to your room.", Lyn said, getting up. "I... I said it's fine! You don't have to worry about me!", he said. "No discussion. If whatever happening at your arm looks painful, what if it happens at your legs too?", she asked, still with a serious face. Cruz looked down to the ground and stood quiet. He was nervous to admit, but just because he woke up didn't mean he was ready.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan closed his book and stood up. "Mr Meister, I'm asking you, face to face, whether you are injured. If you do not comply in answering I will have to write you up for lying to a Council Member. The punishment for such an action is left up to the Council Member who is lied to, and I will not be kind in my punishment. Now speak." Ryan commanded in a very no nonsense tone. "Also, if you survive my punishment, I'm passing you off to Meruin for punishment." He added as an afterthought.</s> <\|message\|>Pamela Armellia Cruz Meister, Pamela Armellia and Lynda "Lyn" Hermit Location: Cafeteria "... My magic system...", he mumbled. "Cruz...?", Pamela asked again. "I...I'll just confess. That code... Reality/RESET... it damaged my magic system.", he said. Lyn just let her fork fall down on the ground. "You're... saying that the magic you used was able to damage your entire system?!", she asked. "It's an emergencial code. Its meaning is to restore my homeland. It's only usable by the... by certain technomagicians. It restores everything that has been destroyed into its original state. However, that damages the user's entire magic system.", he explained. Both Lynda and Pamela just looked at him, shocked after hearing all of that. "My state of coma... was supposed to be longer. I would have to be sleeping for a week, for it to recover fully. However... since I broke the estimated time, and if I calculate it rightly, I only recovered 40% of my system. And even if it's big, it's not enough.", he kept explaining. "So in the end... you did a fake analysis and lied to us. Now it begs the question... why?", Lyn questioned. "... I... just never wanted anyone worried about me. I agreed with myself that, independent of my actions so far, I would let fate decide for how long my life should be. And I don't want anyone worrying about some so- ARGH!!", Cruz's arm flickered once more. "I... I-I think it's best if we returned you to your room and put you on your bed. Maybe a little more rest can make things better.", Pamela suggested. It was written on her face that she was seriously cncerned. But Cuz was reluctant to that idea. "Gghh... there's... no need to... I can't rest anymore... not with much things that I still have to do.", his face expressed pain, although he didn't wanted to rest again... because of his kingdom. "... Ryan, your orders.", Lyn asked to him. She directly knew that talking with Cru is a waste of time, deciding to go to an authority and leaving her way of doing things aside.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan thought carefully on how he would word this. "You are to rest until your systems are 75 percent repaired. At that point you may continue whatever it is you need to do unless I or another Council Member says otherwise. No strenuous activity for the next one to two weeks." Ryan decided after a minute. He then turned to Lyn and Pamela. "And you two. I am officially making you two my deputies. As such, you are a part of the Student Disciplinary Committee and will take your responsibilities very seriously. Your first duty is to make sure that he does not disregard my orders. I expect you two to thoroughly read through the rules and regulations of the school. Dismissed." Ryan got up after he made his decisions, picked up his book, and vanished in a gust of wind. There was work to be done. In his place were two heavy rulebooks.</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy Meruin suddenly appeared next to Cruz. She did not go to him; she just wanted to get to the cafeteria quicker. The small mage yawned and blinked before turning to Ryan. "Oh, good morning, Ryan, and to you too, mister Cruz, miss Lint and miss Potato," she said. Meruin meant no disrespect, even if her dull voice said otherwise; she had simply not interacted with Lyn and Pamela much, so she hadn't yet committed their names to memory. She frowned upon double checking Cruz. "And what is the matter here?" It should also be noted that this time, Meruin was wearing clothes - or a clothe, to be specific. The only article of clothing she had on was her panties, yes, but it still counted as wearing clothes. "Oh, and there goes Ryan," said Meruin, slightly surprised that he left so quickly.</s>	<\|message\|>Elza Elza sighed, every gosh dang day Meruin couldn't be bothered to put some clothes on. You would think that a genius mage who could remember hundreds of spells would remember to put her clothes on in the morning. "Here are your clothes Meruin." Elza said yawning and handed her a bundle of clothes while enclosing her in shadows that concealed Meruin's body until she put her clothes on. It was nearly routine now; Elza gulped down another cup of coffee and went for more still barely awake.</s>
<\|description\|>Ryan Alon Age(We only except people 15 to 25): 16 Gender: Male Abilities: Is an expert with various Elemental Magics. Considers himself a Jack of all trades, a master of none. How you could work in a team: Is a precise powerhouse, can't tank hits unless wearing an elemental armor, but if he can get a solid hit in, he will end the fight. Personality (You can keep it short if you wish): Is somewhat awkward around others in social situations and doesn't understand much about relationships or friendships. Other: Number 7 on Student Council.</s> <\|message\|>Sol ghost in black Sol glanced at the scales rapidly covering Eris's body with interest. A strange magic that seemed to increase her strength, no matter he had no intention of letting her regain momentum. Logically it would be best to cancel the match and then retrieve their braces before continuing but it would be no fun to end mid-match. Sol's eyes narrowed as he traced the path of the rapidly moving metal orb and as soon as it crossed onto his side of the court Sol was there smashing it straight down, coming down on Eris's side mere centimeters from the net. Simultaneously he caused a distortion to warp into existence around the bubble slowing down time all around it, even if Eris would normally be able to move fast enough to block the attack the time warp should've been more than enough to slow her down long enough for him to score the winning point. Even if he didn't score a point he was still in a good position to spike the ball once again, he thought grinning confidently. --- Elza yawned and looked around dazedly when she heard some announcement about bracers, it seemed she had accidentally fallen asleep again. Oh well she was fresh and ready to go now so she eagerly grabbed a brace from the teacher. Her eye's flickered into shadow as she viewed the strange magic of the bracer flow into her and meld with her own, an interesting device. Her eyes returned to their normal color and she glanced around, Meruin was here along with several other people she didn't know very well. Elza retreated to a corner and examined her new device thoroughly curious to see how it worked and waited for classes to be announced.</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy , @JELDare As Cruz gave what she assumed was his title, Meruin's eyes suddenly had a very disturbing glint in them. It was by no means malicious, but it was suitably manic - the kind you see on mad scientists. The cause, of course, was not so much that Cruz mentioned he was a technomage - which had perked her interest enough - but because ue had mentioned he was the last of his kind. That sent Meruin's interest flying into the realm of the unhealthy. "The last Technomage, you say?" she muttered audibly. "Very interesting . . . tell me, would you be willing to partake in a few experi- tests?" For now, Slick was now pushed into the back of her mind, though part of her was resolute in talking to him more later on.</s> <\|message\|>Elizabeth Moon. Liz for short Liz waved to Meruin, she planned to walk over on her own anyway. When she arrived at the classroom she quickly went up and claimed a bracer "oh, a new design." She smiled happily and put it on her wrist and winced a bit when she drained her magic in it, for a while the bracer did not settle on its color but finally it came to a light blue clear, the color of the sea. Smiling and breathing a sigh of relief from that being over and the pain subsiding. Looking around it seemed like most people had arrived to collect their bracer as well. Looking around the room Liz walked over to Meruin "Just a quick update~ Euphie says you are good to have a fight with her after classes today as long as she gets to have a chat with you first, if she mentions Chase just lie and say you don't know where she is though please." Liz chuckled and looked at Elza who had retreated to a corner "Talk later Meruin." She quickly dashed off and jumped in front of Elza likely spooking her "Hi there, you must be new here! Whats your name? Any questions?" Liz asked bombarding the new girl with questions.</s> <\|message\|>Marcus Gracy Marcus stood to his feet slowly and slipped his hands into his pockets. He turned towards the school and walked deep in thought about his battle with Liz. He didn't care about how he looked like a giant mummy roaming and hunting the school. To him his appearance didn't matter. What really mattered was what the hell actually happened during his battle with Liz. He entered the classroom silently and retrieved his bracer from the teacher , applying it onto his right arm on top of the bandages. Although he didn't react to the tiny pain the bracer caused. Marcus noticed the others but was to caught up in his thoughts to acknowledge any of them. He grabbed a seat in the front row by the window and kicked his feet on top of the desk. Marcus stared out the window not noticing his bandages slowly stretch over the bracer.</s> <\|message\|>Alexander Faulkner The announcement woke Alex up from his daydreaming. About time... he thought while getting up from his seat, yawing. He made his way towards the classroom and watched as others in the line in front of him each took their braces. He saw Slick using some kind of flame power to change the color of his bracer, Huh...that's a pretty neat feature Once he received his bracer, Alex wore it on his left forearm and quickly felt it digging in on his skin, "so this is how the whole concept works huh?" Alex said to himself out-loud. He turned and walked towards one of the seats in the class and sat down. So...let's see if I can do the same as him... Alex thought and looked at his bracer for a moment. He closed his eyes and pictured his ability as an aura and focused it on his forearm. Suddenly the bracer turned white and mathematical symbols started appearing on it until everything was covered with said symbols. Alex opened his eyes and took a look at the changes, ...whatever he thought, pressed the button on his MP4 and continued listening to music. Although he didn't need to attend the rest of the lesson, Alex was too lazy to stand up from his seat again...</s> <\|message\|>Eris Phyre Lyndwyrm Eris rushed towards the ball but suddenly felt the effects of magic similar to time dilation, when she felt this she stopped and had her sword appear under the ball and launch it into the air above her before she jumped and slammed the ball over sol's head surrounding I'd with spinning light blades to cut through his wind.</s> <\|message\|>Elza ghost in black Sol grinned, as he thought his opponent had quickly reacted appropriately to the situation, but he wasn't done yet. Just before she launched the orb with those strange swords of hers Sol wrapped the Orb in devastatingly powerful wind currents and hurled it past Eris to the furthest corner of the court. The bubble of slowed time followed the ball catching Eris in it and hopefully stopping her from being able to react fast enough to stop his assault. --- Elza blinked rapidly and looked up startled her shadow already forming itself into a spear and nearly launching itself at Liz before Elza realized that she wasn't under attack and her shadow quickly returned to its original form. "Um sorry didn't see you there, My name is Elza. Everything has been pretty simple so far so my only question is, what kind of classes do we have here?" she said still somewhat surprised by the sudden conversation but her natural curiosity quickly taking over.</s> <\|message\|>Pamela Armellia Cruz Meister, Pamela Armellia and Lynda "Lyn" Hermit Location: Common Room Of course, that look wasn't pleasuring in the very least and it made Cruz think about what kind of tests and experiments she wanted to perform on him. But as he was going to ask, Pamela came forward to interrupt and do a scandal. In her mind, she needed one. "Whoa whoa whoa, hey hey hey, hold on! Performing tests on him? He's not your lab rat! And plus, I don't think that your intentions are good in a single bit!", she said, taking front. "Hey... Pamela? I don't think that you know, but she isn't the kind of person that likes to be disturbed...", he said. But she wasn't going to give attention to him. Not when she was doing something that the paparazzi would come and take photos to publish on the journals. After all, every worldwide diva makes a scandal here and there, so why she wouldn't make one? Lyn sighed. All that scene just proved that Pamela was an idiot and that the level of respect between them was going to be really small. Lynda isn't the kind of person that likes the weak. She just has a friendly acquaintance with Cruz because of who he is. She never saw his power directly, but she had expectations.. "I'm heading to the classroom. You coming, Cruz?", she said. "I guess I'm kinda in trouble here, so I'll go later...", he said. "Hey, no going in class until I take some answers out of this girl!", Pamela butted in. With a face of diappointment, Lyn left the common room towards the classroom, leaving Cruz and Pamela behind.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan recieved his bracer and didn't even flinch when the painful magic was inserted into him. The bracer turned somewhat crimson. His head snapped towards Meruin when he heard experiments. He glided over to Slick, Cruz, and Meruin and barely restrained a grin. "Did someone say, experi– I mean tests! Tests, not experiments. Experiment implies pain." He muttered to himself that last part.</s> <\|message\|>Deus Ira Deus watched as the Bracer was inserted into him. He didn't feel any pain, he began to laugh. He was already used to this kind of pain, but worst. He walked up to Agni seeing as how Cruz and He had arrived at the same time. 'Agni...He really interests me.' He looked at Agni for a long time before he began to speak. "Hello Agni we meet again at last. My name is Deus if you didn't hear me before, the one who had that little skirmish with you yesterday. So how are you doing?" Deus was extremely interested in him, not in the experimental way but the way that he would like to know about him.</s> <\|message\|>Pamela Armellia Agni Blackheart Location: Common Room As he was leaving the common room, a dialogue against his will started. While reading the Word of Hatred, Agni simply moved his eyes looked at the person who was talking to him. The question that Deus asked made Agni know that he wanted to make some kind of friendship or another thing. However, he was just cold as he ever is to answer. "... Why do you even ask? If you are expecting any sweet answer from me, throw those hopes in the trash. I don't believe in the slightest that you care about how I'm feeling and how I am now.", he said, walking towards the exit. But before leaving, he closed the Word of Hatred, looked forward and spoke one last thing. "... You all are liars. More of those people who use masks to hide what they really feel. I don't have reasons to be speaking with people that prefer to fake happiness instead of throwing out the hatred they feel. After all, inside of your tiny little heart... You. Hate. Me.", he said. After that, he opened his grimoire once more and finally left the room.</s> <\|message\|>Deus Ira Deus scratched his head and then put on a serious face. 'Liars huh, that word resembles everyone including you.... Lies are what shapes us, at the end of the day we are just human, nothing else....Our hearts can rot, all that matters is what we believe in..' Deus thought, his thoughts weren't in order more like Disarray, that's why everything he thought was unclear, he didn't even know what he was thinking. 'A dark aura, surrounded by loneliness and hatred...He must have gone through a lot.' He walked around the common room for some time. He noticed Marcus and walked to him. "Hey Marcus, you alright now, that was a pretty good fight out there, all you need is training and you'll master that power if yours, Anyways how are you feeling?"</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy Meruin frowned. "I assure you, whatever my intent, what I have planned may benefit the both of us," she stated. She gave a questioning look to Cruz. "I'm afraid she's an unfamiliar face to me, Mr. Cruz. Is she yours, or is she playing a joke on you too?" She was referring to her interaction earlier with Sol and Cornelia, but of course, neither of them knew that. "And yes, Ryan. I offered to preform a few . . . tests for Mr. Cruz, not on. I'm quite generous, aren't I?" said Meruin in an awkward attempt to make her offer seem better.</s> <\|message\|>Pamela Armellia @floodtalon Cruz Meister and Pamela Armellia Location: Common Room Cruz looked at Pamela and looked back at Meruin. "Uhh... how am I supposed to answer that? Let's see... well, she's just a firend I met here in the academy.", he said. Inside her own space, Pamela was heartbroken for hearing that, but she still stood up for him. "A-Anyway, you totally changed the phrase! Now you said for, when in a moment ago you said on! And what's this about benefit both of you?! I don't see ANY benefit in this thing for him!", she said, angry.</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy "Are you making this difficult on purpose?" stated Meruin bluntly. The girl was starting to get on her nerves, mostly because she was very loud. "This is a matter between me and Mr. Cruz, if you want to get involved, I will not stop you, but kindly have the sense of grace to at least be polite and tone down your volume, otherwise I will disregard everything you have to say."</s> <\|message\|>Elizabeth Moon. Liz for short Liz chuckled and took a seat on the floor in the corner beside her "What kind of classes, well I guess its split into 3 main types. Fitness classes like gym and such, Magic classes to help us refine our magic skills and finally academic classes like math and other languages." She paused "However, you don't really have to go to all of them just enough. For example someone like Meruin over there might not go to the fitness classes as much but makes up for it with going to the other two types where as I would likely skip basic classes and just focus on fitness and magic." Liz finally explained "Does that make sense?"</s> <\|message\|>Pamela Armellia Cruz Meister and Pamela Armellia Location: Common Room "Hrrrrgrrrr... you're getting on my nerves...", she said. Cruz took the front this time and spoke. "... Alright. We'll do this test for me and on me. After class, you decide where we're going. Pamela will come with me.", he said. "But Cruz-", she tried to speak, but he held her back.</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy Meruin raised a brow. "Are you sure? I haven't even explained the nature of the tests. Do not get me wrong; I am glad you accepted, but this whole affair has become needlessly complicated." Why it became complicated, Meruin left unsaid, but her pointed look at Pamela was a dead giveaway.</s>	<\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan nearly screamed in joy. Performing tests on a Technomage was insane in theory. "You can take the lead on these tests. I am just glad I can participate."</s>
<\|description\|>Ryan Alon Age(We only except people 15 to 25): 16 Gender: Male Abilities: Is an expert with various Elemental Magics. Considers himself a Jack of all trades, a master of none. How you could work in a team: Is a precise powerhouse, can't tank hits unless wearing an elemental armor, but if he can get a solid hit in, he will end the fight. Personality (You can keep it short if you wish): Is somewhat awkward around others in social situations and doesn't understand much about relationships or friendships. Other: Number 7 on Student Council.</s> <\|message\|>Marcus Gracy "That's not what I meant!!!" He pouted but decided to put it aside. Marcus smiled. His team mates had awesome abilities. " Hmmmm Deus, your gonna be rearguard. That means you'll be watching all three of are backs and assisting who ever needs help. Liz you and all your watery beauty will be midgaurd. Your job is to protect the vanguard and attack when you fell is necessary. And last but not least." Marcus looks at Cornelia. " Usually I'd be a solo man on vanguard but I'm not in the best of health for a head on full heated battle. So you'll be assisting me in vangaurd. You must think quickly and always stay on your toes. If you can't keep up tell me I'll do my best to help or Liz or Deus will back you up." He took a deep breath. Marcus usually doesn't like making plans cause it destroys his fun and happy go Lucky side. " I also have a few tricks up my sleeves. I believe that little match with Liz....that I don't remember very well gave me a boost in power. I'll test that during the battles just stay on your toes and watch your surroundings okay guys."</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy @floodtalon "Yes, nothing will happen to us outside," said Meruin. "Although everything about our abilities is perfectly replicated here, we cannot be physically harmed by what we do here." The small mage tilted her head, as her owl familiar relayed to her a message. "One moment . . . Tony, it seems your sister has been instructed to join our team. Shall I bring her in?"</s> <\|message\|>Mithrail Godsend ~@Eklispe~ Mithrail smirked and walked over to her team. "Well, it's a pleasure to meet you all. I am Mithrail Godsend! Natural born Celestial and naturally supreme being, however don't feel too conscious of yourselves, for I am a naturally magnanimous woman!" Which was just her way of saying, don't feel too bad that you suck compared to me, because everybody does and I treat all you peasants fairly! "So, whom do I have the pleasure of gracing with my presence? Come on now, introduce yourselves post-haste!" she ordered. ~@xXSINXx~ Okay, now Michael felt awkward. The girl obviously didn't want him to be around her. Still . . . "Er, so, that's a nice book you got there?" he said, not really finding the right words.</s> <\|message\|>Rayne Sanguine "Oh you mean this?" Rayne replied. "Yeah, It's pretty ancient." Rayne decided that it was time she made a friend or two. "I'm... Rayne." she said softly, sticking out her hand, her touch felt as cold as death itself, yet her appearance was somewhat seductive. "I'm the new transfer student."</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon @DaDrummer676 Ryan nodded and gathered energy. " Secret Grimoire Art: The Death." A aura of Death surrounded Ryan as a massive skeleton materialized around him. He reached out for Meruin as the very air around him seemed to die. Ryan was breathing heavily as he exerted his souls will. Ryan paused though when Meruin asked for a moment. He stopped breathing so heavily as he relaxed.</s> <\|message\|>Elza Elza grinned, she liked this angel chick. She talked funny, kinda like Meruin. "Of course Milady, M'names Elza and doom and gloom here is named Agni something. Don't have a last name myself but thats no importance. You got a plan for us or we winging it cap'n?" she asked the rather... confident angelic.</s> <\|message\|>Eris Phyre Lyndwyrm @JELDare@olcharlieboi "Welcome to the team Alex" Eris said before she turned back to the rest of the team, "we should assign positions for when we move out and try to get a base, which by the way I think we should put it up high like on a buildings roof" she whispered</s> <\|message\|>Tony Hart Tony nodded, "yeah. Bring her in." He watched Ryan as he began to change form. He had thought he was an elemental magician or something? Was he using a spell that was an anomaly or was his assumption off base? He was guessing it was an anomaly. Tony uttered a spell and a magic circle appeared in front of him. Then a roar erupted from the circle as a emerged from it. Tony jumped into the air, far higher than a human would be able to. He landed on the Dragon's back. "It's been a long time my friend," Hart said with a grin. The dragon just snorted smoke out of it's nostrils.</s> <\|message\|>Slick Sloth Zairos III "Yeah I think we -" Slick was cut off. "Now that most teams have been sorted, we'll see you at the finish." Once Hoba finished, everything went white and then colour was regained. Slick felt the cool air on his face, he, and the rest of team, were in the town center. "Nobody should have teleported with in five hundred meters of this place, I think we need to star looking for a base." @Vec@olcharlieboi@The ghost in black</s> <\|message\|>Charlie M-Oni Charlie groaned and then shivered at the cool air "...they like doing things without warning don't they?.." he sighed and nods "we do need to find a place to base down"</s> <\|message\|>Alexander Faulkner Alex returned Eris and Charlie's greetings, "Nice to meet you too" he told them. They seemed like a pretty cool bunch of people, for a random team that is. He just listened to the other three talk, strategizing about what they would do once the tests started when the teacher suddenly teleported everyone away. Having himself teleported away by another persons powers felt weird to Alex. He was so used to using his powers for transport that he had almost forgotten the feeling of other's powers doing it for him. He was teleported while sitting so he naturally fell down on the ground when their little group arrived at the town square, "Ouch!" he cried while rubbing his buttcheeks. He stood up and dusted his shirt that had some dirt on it. "So yeah, we're here. go ahead, find a place on that map you have and show it to me. I can take us there to save some time" he told the group.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan looked at Meruin. "I felt my body on the outside being teleported. I do believe it is time to fight." Ryan stated as the skeleton around him trembled with raw energy flowing through it. "I believe I may have forgotten to explain my Grimoire. My Grimoire is based off of the elements as you know, but some elements are more abstract than others. For reference, The Justice is based off of the element of Balance. Like all things in nature are balanced, so too are the elements. You can probably guess what element The Death is." Ryan dissolved the skeleton around him as he waited for Meruin to transport their minds into the real world once more.</s> <\|message\|>Lucy Hart Tony sighed, and all his spells disappeared as they weren't real. He crossed his arms over his chest. "We never discussed what our roles would be...." Lucy was talking with the owl when they were teleported to a new place. Lucy almost forgot to rub off the marker on Tony's face from Marcus. Lucy looked around nervously, her group was still unresponsive and she was pretty sure the competition had just begun.</s> <\|message\|>Eris Phyre Lyndwyrm Eris felt the distortion just before they were teleported and had braced herself for some kind of shock or drop but was surprised to find out the it was fine and after a second regained her barrings "ok I'll be vanguard who wants to back me up?"</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy @DaDrummer676 Meruin frowned and released all of them. "Yes, it does appear that it's begun. And hello there, Tony's sister." She faced the three of them. "Let us continue our discussion," she said, completely unmindful of the fact that the contest had begun and they could be attacked at any time. "I do not wish to divulge too many of my secrets, however, I want you all to know that no matter what form of attack comes at us, we will not get harmed. No one in this school has the capacity to prevent my defensive spells from working, especially ones from my Grimoire." The small mage stated this with utter confidence that was unlike her. It seemed she really believed what she said.</s> <\|message\|>Elza Elza blinked rapidly and looked around curiously, random teleportation okay then. "I guess that means we've started. Guess we should find someone to beat up, I can cloak us in darkness, then if we stick to the shadow's we'll be invisible." Elza offered while readying her scythe. She had to admit she was somewhat excited for this.</s> <\|message\|>Slick Sloth Zairos III "Allow me to help you Eris. I can tank magic damage with my scales, but I'm not a amazing in combat, so I couldn't be upfront."</s> <\|message\|>Charlie M-Oni Charlie watches them "what would you like me to do?.. like I said I can do any role thanks to my summoning power" he says "though I need to know what because the strongest equipment I can summon normally takes a lot out of me for a little bit, so best know what I need to do so I can bring it out before" he states, looking between his team mates.</s> <\|message\|>Slick Sloth Zairos III @The ghost in black@Vec Slick looked around, they were at the lowest point on the island, therefore the most vulnerable. "Guys, we should make a base, or at least somewhere. Otherwise, we're gonna be picked off easily."</s> <\|message\|>Lucy Hart Tony raised an eyebrow, "none? Absolutely none? I mean, by defensive spells are great, but what you're saying is that we're untouchable? If your defensive spells are that strong then let Lucy, Ryan, and I do the attacking while you make sure nothing hits us. Lucy can disappear, and not only disappear, but become untraceable. That means she can go spy on other teams for us or sabotage them. Who do you think is going to be the most dangerous team for us? Marcus' or Slick's?" Tony slashed the air and commanded, "apertus!" This made a small pocket of space open up for him and he reached in and pulled out his spellbook. He put his hand on Lucy's shoulder and began chanting. A magic circle appeared under both of them. "Since everyone here has very destructive powers, I gave you a temporary physical buff. You'll be a lot faster, stronger, and more durable than normal." Lucy nodded, making a fist, then she grinned. "Sweet."</s> <\|message\|>Pamela Armellia Cruz Meister, Pamela Armellia and Lynda "Lyn" Hermit Location: Town Center After being teleported, Cruz looked around while doing his analysis with his power. "Oho, now that's something. What are you doing now?", Lyn asked to him. "I'm analyzing our surroundings. By now, all that I can say is that the teams aren't so far from each other.", he said, still analyzing everything. "Oooh, that's not good! Is the team with that girl that wants to test you near us?", Pamela asked, worried. "Call it as luck as you want, but they aren't so near. Yet they aren't so far.", he said. --- Agni Blackheart Location: Town Center The teleportation was fast. As the process ended, Agni finally released his arm off from Elza's grip. After that, he walked towards a direction. "... I don't know what you'll be doing, but I'm going after someone. I aim him since the teams were formed. If any of you touch him, I'll bring you down to hell and I don't care if you're from my team or not.", he said. After that, he walked towards a direction. Agni wanted to bring Cruz down with his own hands and he wasn't going to let anyone get in his way.</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy @floodtalon Meruin frowned. "Oh, wait, there is a small problem. The spell that prevents any attacks from being effective also affects us, me included. So long as I use it, when I mean no one can attack, I mean that quite literally." The small mage closed her eyes and looked about. She extended her conscioussness to everywhere around them. It was the start of the match and luckyily, no one had thought to conceal themselves yet, so she could sense their energies easily. Now, let's see if she can't make anyone squirm for a bit . . . "Tony, Ryan and . . . Lucy, correct? I feel like I want to make things a little more interesting for everyone," said Meruin, the equivalent of a devilish smirk on her otherwise unexpressive face. "Guard me, just in case anyone approaches." Meruin began chanting. ---- NUMBER OF POSTS UNTIL SPELL GOES OFF: 23 - @MagusDream @JELDare @olcharlieboi @Eklispe @The ghost in black@Vec @Slendy@BranchOfSin @ScorpionLantern @Shikaru @Dash375</s>	<\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan smiled as he felt power flow through him. "I suggest we just walk. It's highly likely that someone will come to us, so let's dictate the battlefield. If we want to go on the offensive we should go after Marcus and his team. He will be more annoying to go fight, so why not get him out of the way first?" Ryan suggested with a shrug. He then thought for another moment. "If we really wanted to we could just have Meruin use the equivalent of a magical nuke though. That would be a lot simpler."</s>
<\|description\|>Ryan Alon Age(We only except people 15 to 25): 16 Gender: Male Abilities: Is an expert with various Elemental Magics. Considers himself a Jack of all trades, a master of none. How you could work in a team: Is a precise powerhouse, can't tank hits unless wearing an elemental armor, but if he can get a solid hit in, he will end the fight. Personality (You can keep it short if you wish): Is somewhat awkward around others in social situations and doesn't understand much about relationships or friendships. Other: Number 7 on Student Council.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan moved back after seeing Cruz could handle himself and moved to the ground. He sat under a tree and sighed. "I have not atoned for my father's sins yet. But this is a start." Ryan looked at the sky. "Why do they keep forgetting that death means nothing to them right now? If they die, they would come back after the battle."</s> <\|message\|>Cornelia Gamma Cornelia Cornelia got pissed as the beams passed through her brain and heart. She was dead, supposedly. She didn't have enough time to think. Who did he think he was, was all Cornelia could think about. "You're just Human, a Technomage but Human....I'll show you it, maybe we can have a fun time?" Cornelia fell backwards as Blood spilled over the grass. Muramasa appeared on Cornelia's hand, Something was about to happen. She had the power, all she needed was the Key, and Cruz had just given her the key. The Key to an Unbound World. Muramasa began to float above Cornelia, if she was Dead Muramasa would go straight to the next owner, and that would be Cruz, yet instead the Sword Impaled her in the Lungs. BGM: Fate's Demise Cornelia stood up as Muramasa was Impaled in her body. The parts of her body that were blown off were already recovered. She was charging up her energy, and releasing it at the same time. She was about to go into Unbound World State. A transformation were you have full control of your powers in exchange for your sanity and humanity, to be fair she wasn't Human in the first place. She took out Muramasa from her lungs. It was covered in a crimson red blood. The Sword began to emit an Evil Aura in a 10 in radius. She was laughing. If she killed him then Deus would get mad at her more. She kept charging up, as a small force field was placed around her. Purple marks began to appear all over her body, she was ready. The force field disappeared as a wide psychopathic grin appeared over her face. If you got near her the evil could possibly consume you if you aren't strong enough, something like the perfect defence. Now, Who should I kill first? Hahaha, I know I'll finish off that Pest Marcus and deal with that Cruz guy later.</s> <\|message\|>Marcus Gracy Marcus watched in excitement as an unspeakable amount of negative energy flowed through the air. "I happen to find powerful women very attractive Cornelia." He said tying his hair into a pony tail so it wouldn't get in the way of his site. Marcus removes his suit jacket and drops it onto the ground. He bumps both of his fist together walking closer to Cornelia. "I'm about to give you a love tap that's gonna hurt like hell! He laughed vanishing and firing a negative sphere of energy behind Cornelia as he reappeared. Marcus focused his best on not using his physical abilities just yet. He kept a great amount of distance between him and Cornelia.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan wanted to yell. "Does everyone here want to kill someone! Jesus!" Ryan got up with a grimace and looked at Cornelia. "She should he dead, yet here we are." Ryan snapped his fingers and Honjo Masamune appeared in his hand. He aimed carefully than threw it at her like a spear. As it came flying at her it began to elongate and get thinner until it eventually was a spear. It took on a golden like quality and continued its course for her lungs.</s> <\|message\|>Pamela Armellia Cruz Meister and Agni Blackheart Location: Town Center BGM: Clockwork Doll still playing Distracted with the other fight, Cruz was almost hit by Agni, saved by his illusion. The second Cruz vanished as he was hit and the flash began again. However, Cruz was having the upper hand. Darn it... I'm not using 100% of my power as a Devil Lord... and he's able to battle me!, Agni thought. Cruz dashed back and opened a panel. "... Setting code. Time limite set. Changing battle plan.", he said after setting his magic.I nerd to hold myself back for now. I'll abuse on illusions until the time comes...!, Cruz planned. Time set for Spell Release: 20 posts Lynda "Lyn" Hermit, Pamela Armellia & Cerberus Still not far from the chaos, Lyn returned to her duel with Cerberus, that stood in his human form. Pamela wanted to dash and help the others with Agni, but she wasn't able to simply leave. Then, she saw Arcadius and called for him. "Heeeeey!! Elemental mage that is in our team and that I forgot the name!! Come here for a second, please!!!, she screamed.</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy Meruin, about to face Cerberus, paused at the arrival of Cornelia. Apparently, Agni was not the only one that was feeling particularly murderous today. She sighed in exasperation; now there were two of them (four, if you included Marcus and Deus from earlier) running around. Hm, who to deal with first? she thought. Cerberus was certainly a threat, but Pamela and Lyn were facing it together, while Cornelia was facing Marcus alone. Before she could decide who to go after, Ryan launched a spear of magic against the girl. Ah, well that's decided. Meruin floated in between Pamela and Lyn. "It seems you're bent on facing this thing. I will help you," she said in a tone that offered no room for argument. "Afterwards, I will deal with Agni and Cruz." Facing Cerberus, the tiny mage tilted her head. "Now, you're certainly smaller than I had thought. I can only hope you can prove to be an interesting subject of observation." A light tap from her foot resulted in a sudden explosion of glowing white chains. They snaked around Cerberus on all sides, burning all traces of demonic influence with it.</s> <\|message\|>Cornelia Gamma Cornelia got pissed, not at the fact that Marcus was flirting with her but at the fact that Ryan was interrupting her fight. As the Negative Sphere got closer to her she got an idea. She used Meta-Teleportaion to teleport behind Ryan and used another of her powers which was called, Fact-to-Fiction. This power allowed her to turn any reality into fiction and Vice-versa, making events that should have happen, never happen. "Fact-to-Fiction! The Negative Sphere hits Ryan." The Negative Sphere would be heading for Ryan now. She then teleported behind Marcus and began slashing him with Muramasa, which would drain his life if slashed by it.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan rolled his eyes and moved out of the way of the sphere of negative energy. When it began coming back at him, he summoned Honjo Masamune back into his hands and sliced the orb in half. "You better be damn glad I'm helping you Marcus, because you're not even on my team." Ryan teleported in between Marcus and Cornelia and blocked the slashes. "You should be dead." He stated. He felt Tue evil radiating off of her and smiled a bit. Just two years ago and he would've been consumed by it. But not today. "Could you die for me? I don't feel like fighting anymore." Ryan suddenly began glowing as he looked her in the eyes. "Actually, I think I'll take you both out. Grimoire Art: The Chariot!" Ryan than exploded in a burst of fire and hit air. He began to reform near where Meruin was and collapsed on the ground panting with exhaustion. "Note to self, exploding hurts."</s> <\|message\|>Marcus Gracy "Thanks for the help anyways." Marcus laughed as he retreated from the explosion with a simple step. Although his back got burned a bit from the blast. His happiness turned into a frown when he realized that Cornelia could of gotten hurt in the explosion. "Aww what the fuck Ryan. If you messed up my dates face I'm coming after you." Marcus dusted himself off and walked back towards the blast site. He didn't want to admit it but he was having a lot of fun. "Cornelia, my love please tell me that your okay?" Marcus asked. Which was weird because he was charging up two more negative spheres to fire at her.</s> <\|message\|>Pamela Armellia Cruz Meister, Pamela Armellia, Lynda "Lyn" Hermit and Agni Blackheart Agni kept attacking Cruz with a violent and heavy assault of scythe slashes. The technomage was abusing of illusions just like he planned. However, that wouldn't last long. Thin are the chances that I will be able to keep this up... If someone has a plan, do it now!, he thought. Meanwhile, Lynda and Cerberus were attacking each other in the same rhythm. Clashes between her slashes and his claws were common. Until Meruin used her power, removing the dark energy índice the hell hound. "Ggh... This light...!, he said, kneeling. "Thanks a lot for that! Shadow Wind!!", she declared. With a roundhouse kick, Lyn generated a small tornado of dark slashes that hit Cerberus without any difficulty.</s> <\|message\|>Deus Ira Cornelia sighed as the explosion went off. This wouldn't hurt her one bit, but it did blow off her arm and one leg. She began to laugh maniacally. It had been a while since she could use this power, it was time to use Fiction's full power. The blown off limbs began to regenerate which was also a part of her powers, Absolute Restoration. "Gah,fine, you want to see power, I'll show you real power!" Cornelia teleported again a few feet backwards. She began to charge up her powers. She was ready, and so it was time to use Fictional Dream Land. The sky turned a blood red and the ground purple. Marcus and Ryan were both now in Cornelia's Fictional Dream Land. Where she was a kind of god. Wlecome to my Dream Land, Where I am God and Overseer. Now time to die Sweet Marcus! Deus: The spirit bomb was ready, he also had a clear shot. His aura turned Indigo as he began to speak telepathically to everyone. "Get out of the way, NOW!" BGM:God of Destruction's Sorrow Deus launched the Neo-Spirit Bomb at Agni. This spirit bomb was nearly impossible to dodge, and if you teleported out of its way, Deus would have a backup plan. This Neo Spirit Bomb would negate the effects of spells for a 10 Mile radius when it hit it's target or the ground, it could also KO an opponent if he is not strong enough. The perfect attack. Deus used Ability Create: Wind Manipulation to make the Spirit Bomb extremely fast. The Spirit Bomb was about the size of the moon. @MagusDream @floodtalon</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan sighed. He looked at the sky and smiled. He looked over at Meruin. "You got any spells that can give me a stamina boost?" Ryan asked Meruin. He then looked at the Spirit Bomb in the sky. "On second thought." Ryan reached into his pocket and grabbed a small syringe filled with a glowing clear liquid. "I love money." He jabbed himself in the arm and injected all of it into his body. " This is going to hurt." He began convulsing on the ground and yelled for a solid minute. He called down and simply twitched for a couple of seconds. He got up and coughed up some blood. "Hey Meruin, we need to go now." Ryan pointed at both Deus and Cornelia.@BranchOfSin@TheHangedMan</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy Meruin looked at Cerberus, preparing to finish him, when Dues bomb flashed throughout the grounds. Shortly afterwards, Ryan fell on the ground next to her, muttering something about explosions - which was pretty apt, considering how many of them were going on right now. "Well, that would seem to be the case," said Meruin, straight-faced. She raised a brow as he injected himself with a small syringe, filled with something obviously not medically prescribed. "Wait, I wish to observe this a little longer," she stated. Cornelia had piqued her interest. They all had, actually, but right now Cornelia held her attention the most. Seeing Ryan cough up blood, she frowned deeply. "Are you okay? I can preform healing if you need it."</s> <\|message\|>Marcus Gracy Marcus jaw dropped in ah. He wasn't scared or surprise of the power Cornelia was giving off. "Oh...my...goddess!!! He laughed clapping his hands like a little fan girl. Marcus could possible die and he's acting like a retard. He obviously was caught up in his own thoughts about the battle. " I think I'm in love." He says as he grips his fist tightly at the excitement that raged in his body. Cornelia was starting to look more attractive to him as she became stronger. A few things pass through his mind that shouldn't be said out loud in front of children as he continued to stare at her. "Your so mines after this fight." Marcus dark blue eyes began to imitate the aspects of fire and danced like it was being ignited by wood. He did look insane but this time he had complete control over his madness and sanity. " I think its time to make are relationship more physical." Marcus says disappearing and reappearing uncomfortable close to Cornelia's face. " Say cheese!" He shouted as he threw a purposely slow punch towards Cornelia's stomach.</s>	<\|message\|>Ryan Alon "No I'm really not okay. I'm overusing my Grimoire and I just blew myself up a few minutes ago. But I don't need healing, that's what the syringe was for." Ryan explained quickly. " Just make sure we get out of here before we die. If we get beaten by these guys because you were too curious for your own good, I'm going to be unbelievably embarrassed." Ryan shrugged and looked at Cornelia and Marcus. "Love is strange huh? How he's attracted to a powerful woman." He glanced at Meruin. "I think I get how you felt when you first got your Grimoire. Crazy stuff. " He then continued looking at the battles going on. "We have quite a few contenders for council positions. They're strong. Not as strong as us though."</s>
<\|description\|>Ryan Alon Age(We only except people 15 to 25): 16 Gender: Male Abilities: Is an expert with various Elemental Magics. Considers himself a Jack of all trades, a master of none. How you could work in a team: Is a precise powerhouse, can't tank hits unless wearing an elemental armor, but if he can get a solid hit in, he will end the fight. Personality (You can keep it short if you wish): Is somewhat awkward around others in social situations and doesn't understand much about relationships or friendships. Other: Number 7 on Student Council.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan sighed. "You'll die here! I have crippling inadequacy issues. My power is uncontrollable so I try to kill others to prove my existence." He mocked Cornelia by mimicking her voice in an unnaturally high tone. He quickly returned to his own voice. "Meruin, can we go now? They're annoying me with their attempts to one up each other." Ryan asked Meruin. "Not only that, but they actually think they can permanently kill each other. WHICH THEY CAN'T BECAUSE OF THE RULES OF THE CLASS AND OUR BRACELETS PREVENT US FROM DYING!" Ryan half yelled just so everyone else could hear him.</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy Meruin, upon looking at the spectacle before her, opened her mouth and looked like she very much wanted to say something. Suddenly, she closed it, pursed her lips, then just stopped altogether. She turned to Ryan. "Ah, you know what, I think you may be right. We'll step out, however, we do still have a duty to make sure this doesn't go overboard," she said. "Honestly, if it isn't Marcus and Deus, then it's Agni and Cornelia. Does everyone here have a hit-list I don't know about?" You know what? She would hang-out with Liz. Yeah, that seemed like a much more sensible option.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon "Of course, of course." Ryan nodded in agreement. "I don't have a hit list. If I don't like someone, I humiliate them. Killing them is a bit overboard." Ryan stated. He quickly glanced at Cornelia. "Hey what happened to the other members of our team? I think we lost them."</s> <\|message\|>Marcus Gracy You sir are a genius. Marcus telepathically says back to Deus. As Deus destracted his lover he appears behind Cornelia and heavily strikes her in the back with his index finger. I know what your thinking. Why just his index finger? Why not his whole fist? Well at this level of strength him punching her could probably instantly snap her in half. After Marcus strikes her, he grabs her arms and holds her in a full nelson. Quick Finish Her! He states telepathically holding onto Cornelia tighter. Love is gonna have to wait. Right now ending this battle is equally important than his future relationship with her.</s> <\|message\|>Pamela Armellia Cruz Meister, Pamela Armellia, Lynda "Lyn" Hermit and Agni Blackheart & Cerberus Location: Town Center A beep cold be heard. When he heard it, Cruz took his pendant of his neck and held it. The town can't be left in shambles like this. Even if its purpose was solely for our fight..., he thought. He kneeled and placed his hand open in the ground, with the pendant under it. A giant magic circle appeared under him, as static was being constantly released from his body. Red eyes that were shining more than a polished ruby, Cruz declares his spell. "Code: Reality/RESET!!", he declares, as the static appeared more and more. A blinding and expanding light started to rose from Cruz, engulfing the unconscious Agni first. While battling Lynda, Cerberus, finally noticed the lack of Agni's power in the air. My master...!! This cannot be...!!, the thought of Agni's defeat running in his mind, constricting the fragile pride that Cerberus had. But when he looked back, the engulfing light of Reality/RESET was already approaching. "Gggggh...!! This blinding light...!!", he said, while closing his eyes and protecting them with his arms. Behind him, the two girls were too closing her eyes. "Darn it...!! It's like when you're looking directly at the sun...!!", she said. "W-Where is Cruz?! What is going to happen to him?!", Pamela spoke, worried about Cruz. But she didn't have time to give hypotesis, as she, Lyn and Cerberus were engulfed by that light. It couldn't be nullified by anything, nor it could be stopped by any magic of different reality. It was only an emergencial code, both for the user and for the enviroment around him. Soon, the light expanded even more, engulfing everyone into it... @Shikaru@Eklispe@JELDare@Vec@The ghost in black@Slendy@BranchOfSin@ScorpionLantern@Zetsuko@floodtalon</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy Meruin was for once, fully surprised by the spell Cruz unleashed. She shot a dirty glance at the blinding light, right before teleporting right next to Ryan. The light shined through them, however, the area nine square meters around Meruin was still damaged, and remained the same as before. "Oh . . . it was harmless," said Meruin, looking around her. It looked like all the spell did was fix things. Well, whatever. Cruz should have known better than to cast a spell like that without telling anyone. , @floodtalon</s> <\|message\|>Cornelia Gamma Deus nods as Marcus grabbed unto Cornelia. He began charging up his power for one last strike before it disappeared. Deus disappeared and reappeared on top of Cornelia, but Cornelia didn't sense him, since her World power had malfunctioned, she could only use it for a limited time. Deus grabbed Cornelia by the hair, and threw her up in the air. He took out Kusanagi and Impaled her through the Heart and then sliced her legs, making her unable to move for some time. Cornelia and Deus both began free falling from the sky, they were both knocked out. When they hit the ground, a loud thud could be heard. Cornelia Cornelia was taken by surprise as Marcus and Deus double teamed her. She sighed as she knew that she was defeated right then and there. She cursed that she held back and didn't use her final trump card named Complete Arsenal. As she free felll from the sky, she cursed at both Marcus and Deus.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan didn't even flinch as he saw what could have been the equivalent of a magical nuke heading straight towards him. Meruin flashed next to him and blocked it quite easily. "Nice reflexes." He commented quite casually. He watched Cornelia fall from the sky and smiled a little. "I do believe it's over." He got up and cleared his throat. "Let's be quite clear here! If anyone else feels like trying to kill, maim, or destroy anyone here, then step on up! Because I am getting quite sick of being surprised by people trying to kill other people!" He yelled as he cast a minor spell to make his voice louder.</s> <\|message\|>Marcus Gracy Marcus smiled happily as Deus lands the finishing blow on to Cornelia. He walked towards Deus's and Cornelia's unconscious bodies and picked up the both of them carrying them on his shoulders. He was to busy being happy about the ending of the hectic battle that he didn't notice the spontaneous beam of light that in golfed him. His surroundings were rebuilded and back to there perfect state. Marcus's eyes reverted back to their normal cyan color. The sky also seem to become clearer after Cornelia's defeat. He walks towards Ryan and Meruin still carrying Deus and his soon to be girl friend. "That was one hell of a fight!" He happily shouted getting closer to them. Hopefully that was the last fight of this choatic battle royal.</s> <\|message\|>Pamela Armellia Cruz Meister, Pamela Armellia, Lynda "Lyn" Hermit and Agni Blackheart & Cerberus Location: Rebuilt Town Center As the light faded away, the town was completely rebuilt. Back to the state it was before everything began. When they opened their eyes, it seemed like a miracle. "The town... it was rebuilt?", Lynda asked. "Look! O-Over there!!", Pamela said, pointing to Cruz and Agni. The technomage could barely get up. He was tired. His opponent just opened his eyes, only to see the blue sky. The hell wolf, with a single dash, reached his target. "My master!!". Cerberus said, upon reaching Agni. Pamela ran towards Cruz, holding her microphone tightly. She knew that Agni would do something. And right she were, since in the moment he got up, he alled a scythe and prepared to slash Cruz. However... "Ugh!!", he said. Agni was unable to slash, let alone move his arm. The massive power he used backfires every time it's over, leaving him weak. However, he tried to move more and more. "My master, you must stop! You are in no condition to continue with this!", Cerberus said. "Let go of me... let me kill him already!!", he shouted. "... Is this all some prejudice? What... did I ever do to you...?", Cruz asked, with a weak voice. Upon hearing that question, some tears fell from Agni's face. "You bastard... you even dare to ask, huh? You got balls to do that, after making me and sister suffer like you did, you murderer!!", Agni shouted again, louder than the last time. Cruz raised his head, looking directly at him. "M-Murderer... what are you talking... about? I would... never... kill... someone...", Cruz said, his voice getting weaker and weaker. "... Mark my words. I don't care what it takes, or who's getting in my way... but I'll have my revenge. I will take your life away...!! And you'll suffer so much, so much... jsut like I... did...", Agni swore. After than, not having any energy anymore, both fell down again. "My master! I... I must go for now! Please excuse me!!", Cerberus said, completely worried with his master's state. Using his own power, he took himself and Agni back to the academy. "Cruz!! Cruz!! Wake up!!", Pamela said, shaking him. He was still conscious, but with his eyes closed. "Sorry... but I can't... go on anymore. It's... thanks to me... that... we lost...", he spoke, almost whispering. Lyn apprached him and kneeled down. "You still care about winning? After all that happened, I just want to go back...", she said, laughing a bit. "I... see. In the... next time. we'll do it. I'm... su... re....", the last words he spoke fore getting unconscious. It was actually the first time he used Reality/RESET, so his own magical system wasn't ready for something like that. The two girls got up. Then, Pamela saw a thin thread on the ground and pulled it. It was Cruz's pendant. It was a blue cross, but its light was really dim. "It's really beautiful... I wonder if this was something that a friend gave to him.", she commented. "It's really different from anything I have seen. I don't know anything about this jewel.", she said. They kept looking at the pendant... rather, the mark wielded by the King of the Technomages.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan looked over at the scene going on between Pamela and Lyn. He walked over towards them and put on his most smug grin he could muster. "I don't suppose you two have an alternate form designed to try and kill me?" He asked sarcastically as he looked over Cruz. "He'll be fine. He overloaded his magical system. I amazed he didn't scar his soul, but either way he's fine. Now give up. I don't want to have to hurt you two, I'm about five minutes from passing out myself." He asked politely. This is probably the most polite he's been in the past 5 years.</s> <\|message\|>Pamela Armellia Cruz Meister, Pamela Armellia and Lynda "Lyn" Hermit Both girls looked at Ryan and then at each other. "Well... I-I do give up. I'm more worried about Cruz than with some victory...", Pamela spoke while looking at the unconscious friend. Lyn sighed and gave her answer. "I don't think we have many choices, do we? I don't know about Arcadius over there, but I'm out... for now.", she said, disappointed. Then, a weak panel appeared right at them. The message converter from the symbols to letters. Hey... Um, you're probably asking how this appeared if I'm not awake, but... I just wanted to ask a favor. I don't know when I'll wake up, so I want you to question Agni. I want to know why he wants to kill me that much...</s> <\|message\|>Elza @floodtalon Elza was worried about the massive wall of light that headed towards her but didn't sense any malovent intent and assumed it had a different purpose. It turned out she was right as the wave washed over her the town became restored. Well how fun, it seemed that the only poeple left that she could see were Meruin, who she'd already lost to, Ryan, Pamela and Lyn. Well attacking Meruin would be an exercise in futuilty unless she had some sort of massive advantage over her. She jumped down from the tower sticking her sytche in the wall to slow her descent leaving a long gash down the side of it. Elza walked over to the two girls that appeared to be on the recently defeated Cruz's team. "Giving up?" she asked the pair, "Shame, I was hoping you two would be willing to fight Meruin for me, I'll take this Ryan guy." she said turning to face Ryan. "All I have to do is fight you for five minutes then I win right?" She asked shooting a confident grin his way. She could probally take him normally but with a five minute time limit there was no way he could win. Elza still didn't know what she was going to do about Meruin but she figured she would cross that bridge when she came to it.</s>	<\|message\|>Ryan Alon " Sure. One sec." Ryan quickly analyzed Elza and smiled. " On second thought, I refuse. Good day madam." Ryan teleported away and began sweating hard. With a five minute time limit he was going to lose, no question. He looked around and saw Meruin. "Meruin, I need healing please. If you can that is." Ryan remembered to be polite at the last moment, he was sweating bullets at this point.</s>
<\|description\|>Ryan Alon Age(We only except people 15 to 25): 16 Gender: Male Abilities: Is an expert with various Elemental Magics. Considers himself a Jack of all trades, a master of none. How you could work in a team: Is a precise powerhouse, can't tank hits unless wearing an elemental armor, but if he can get a solid hit in, he will end the fight. Personality (You can keep it short if you wish): Is somewhat awkward around others in social situations and doesn't understand much about relationships or friendships. Other: Number 7 on Student Council.</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy Meruin's eye twitched. Okay, this was really, truly getting out of hand. Marcus, Conrelia, Deus - what were these three thinking?! This was an academy, a place to learn. Sure, the battles were extravagant and chaotic, but it was all for the sake of self-improvement - or at least, to Meruin it was. To everyone else, it seemed like a chance to kill each other off. Enough, she would not condone such foolishness anymore. She turned to Ryan and Elza. Her normally emerald eyes were now glowing a dangerous silver. "Ryan, Elza, I apologize for my rudeness, but may I ask you to put your fight on hold for awhile? I think I feel like dealing with a certain trio first." After her statement, a large book the size of her torso dropped in front of her and floated in front of her chest area. "After all, it has been awhile since I've felt this displeased with someone else fighting." Grimoire of Meruin</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan went through minor mental anguish as he felt a darkness surround his mind, but it quickly left. Ryan heard Meruin and his feet hit the ground. He took one knee to the ground as a sign of respect and bowed his head. "As you wish." As a strange coincidence, when he bowed his head it caused the blade to once again miss. He ended his Grimoire spell and watched as Meruin brought out her own Grimoire. "Hell hath no fury." He muttered to himself with an imperceivable grin.</s> <\|message\|>Elza Elza skidded to a halt inches from Ryan and turned to look at Meruin. Strange request that, but if she kept fighting no doubt Meruin would interfere and that's the last thing she wanted. Somewhat reluctantly she molded her shadow into a chair and sat down. Elza was sure that she was about to get Ryan but no matter, good things to those who wait. That and she was interested to see Meruin's response to the... overzealous fighters. It did seem rather intense for what was an all actuality a simple assignment. "Hey wingboy!" she yelled at the kid that was flitting around the battlefield, "Might wanna take a seat behind Silver-Eyes, collateral damage and all that." Elza said grinning while gesturing to the furious mage. She was ready for a lightshow.</s> <\|message\|>Deus Ira Cornelia: Pandora's Box As soon as Cornelia awoke, she knew that she was in an Illusion. First because she didn't have the gauntlet on that prevented her from dying, meaning if she died here, she died for real. Secondly, she was in her old home which in the real world was burned down and in tatters. She had killed her family and Now wants to kill Deus, yet she doesn't know why. Her Love for Killing comes from the Sword Muramasa. It took her humanity and part of her sanity. Deus: Outside of Pandora's Box Deus was charging up another blast when suddenly, two Magic Circles appeared in his arms. This was his father's magic circle, meaning he could definetly not break it. The Magic Circles pulled him all the way down to the floor, and at the second he touched the Floor, Chains came up from the ground, tying his arms and legs in a chain. An Aura-Magnetic Force Field was placed around Deus. This was a safety lock. Intended for when Deus' powers were about to create a storm, using the word extremly loosely. Pandora's Box was still active, and whomever got near it would get either possessed by the evil Aura or killed. Anyone could currently see that Deus' Dark Aura Manipulation powers were being drained. Meaning he wouldn't be able to use them anymore, forever. "No! Stop! I- I- I need to kill her, now that the stupid gauntlet is out of the way, I can kill her no holding back!" The Dark Aura could be seen, being expelled from Deus' body.</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy When you look at the words 'illusion' and 'reality', how does one define the difference between the two? Generally, people define illusions as a trick, a deceit, or a lie. It is something false with no real substance behind it. Reality, therefore, must surely be something that can be confirmed from all perspectives. Such foolish concepts, no? Reality and illusion, in truth, are separated only by the flawed perception of those that view them. Reality can become illusion from another angle and vice-versa. The inevitable conclusion to this is that whatever we view, it is reality only so long as we believe it is so. So if we believe that the world around us is an illusion, then it is so. Once we think of something as an illusion, then naturally, we seek to find 'a reality' behind it. Effectively, everything is and isn't at the same time. It is all about perception. The perception of concepts. Yes, that is right, it's all about perception. Such is the mechaninc behind the second page of Meruin's Grimoire. The short mage's eyes shot upwards, looking at the moon lying beneath the sun. The sky turned dark with night, and where the bright sun of the afternoon was, a blurry silver moon now stood. Everything and everyone's outlines blurred. Spells faded, strength began to fade. Everything that was real has now become an illusion. Even your powers were now illusions. None of you held any meaning to the world anymore. None of you can truly do anything permanent. The only reality here was Meruin, who saw all of you as an illusion. She could not touch you, you could not touch her or each other. When your spells ended and when you were released, even that would mean nothing. Once Meruin stopped seeing you as an illusion, you would become the reality she wanted you percieve. Grimoire of Meruin, Second Spell: Hazy Moon Meruin approached Deus and Cornelia, the former who was chained while the latter was still trapped in an illusion (which was an illusion within itself). The short mage had a concerned look on her face. "Deus . . . I apologize, but so long as I am here, you will do no such thing. If . . . you should ever attempt to do so again, I will . . ." Meruin bit her lip, thinking of a way to stop him from doing so, without being unfair to Deus. She could see clearly that there was history between them, but there was no giving leeway for murder. "If you ever attempt this again, I will take Cornelia under my wing. I will protect her and train her, and make her strong. Strong to the point where you will never be able to defeat her. I am capable of this, and I swear I will do it if you force me to." That was not a request or even a statement. That was an ultimatum.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan chuckled lightly. He could feel himself not being. What an interesting feeling. He looked at the moon and laughed a bit harder. "This feeling is amazing. I feel so detached." He said to himself. He knew no one could hear him, as he could hear no one. He had gained a deeper understanding of himself in this moment. "I can feel my soul expanding. I can feel The World." He understood so much. It was truly Zen like. The only sadness he felt was that it would not last forever. It was only in this Zen like state that Ryan could activate The World. He looked into the laws of the Universe and shivered. " This is the potential of my Grimoire? I feel so powerful." He knew he couldn't do anything with this power because of Meruin's stronger Grimoire, but it was a nice motivator to see his potential.</s> <\|message\|>Deus Ira Deus: Outside Pandora's Box Deus was no longer himself. His eyes had turned white, as white as the full moon. His hair had also changed to white. The Chains and the Force-Field was dispelled. There was now only agony in Deus' eyes. The World had changed, and Deus could sense it. But he would not give up, he had to survive what he was about to do in order to kill her and get his revenge. He looked at Meruin then at everyone else. He was going to do something he learned recently, but that was Dangerous because the Limits...well there were none. If Reality and Illusion were all just concepts of Perspective, then what was the point of getting revenge. He had to get his revenge, he was an Avenger after all. Deus looked at Meruin. ]"Ha- hahahaha. Take her under your wing? Protect Her? Train Her? I never knew the people at this school would prorect a Mass Murder. Reality and Illusion Huh? The Concept of Perception, Just like her power. The Balance between Reality and Fantasy.. That Accursed power, that which has been hunting me for years....If you think you can protect her, train her, then you're Dead Wrong...Is what I would like to say if you had pulled out this "trick", Everything has a Cause and an Effect Meruin just remember that when you attempt to take her under your wing. That will come to bite you in the arse some years later." Deus looked at the now unstable Pandora's Box. Pandora's Box, was able to transcend Space-Time thanks to Deus for using his Ability Creation technique, but was currently useless against Meruin's spell. The Dark Aura had faded out of Deus, he could no longer go into that mode, Of course, all thanks to Merlin. Deus sat down in a meditating stance. He was attempting to communicate with Lucificus and Merlin. During this time, it appeared as if Deus had fallen asleep. But there were two kinds of Aura that began to emanate from his body. One was a Light Warm Aura and the other a Dark Cold one. Cornelia: Inside Pandora's Cornelia could sense the commotion outside. She had to get out of there. What Cornelia did before she got trapped in Pandora's Box was that she had put herself in an Illusion meaning that if she broke out of her Illusion then she could break Pandora's Box. Man, was she wrong. As she walked inside the house she realized why there was no one in the House. Because today was the ceremony that Changed all of Fate and History with her Brother. The day that Muramasa picked her to be the wielder of it. This changed, no, more like Erased her Humanity and Sanity</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy Meruin was probably going to get a migraine from dealing with these two - it hadn't happened yet, but she was sure it was going to happen. Deus seemed to be mistaken about the reasoning behind her ability, but that was fine; a true magi never reveals her mysteries, after all. It was the secret behind the spell that gave it power, and the less of a secret it was, the less powerful it would be. "I care not for what she's done before, Deus; the fact of the matter is that she is here now, and she will abide by the rules set in place for all of us. I don't want to make a habit of repeating myself, but I will do so for you to understand: This. Is. A. School. It is not your personal ring where you can kill as you wish. The same goes for Cornelia, however you were much closer in your efforts." The short mage shook her head. She was really talking a lot today. Perhaps next time she would marshal a team fight rather than participate. "I know my own limits, Deus. Talking about cause and effect is circular logic when it comes to magic - but that is a discussion for another time." Meruin peered at Cornelia behind her. It seemed she'd yet to break out of the illusion placed upon her. No matter - nothing mattered as long as Hazy Moon existed.</s> <\|message\|>Deus Ira Deus Deus eyes changed, one was Purple and the other one was Blue. This is the phenomenon that happens when many Spiritual Energies gather together in one body. Deus stood up, but this wasn't Deus, but the ancient demon Lucificus and Merlin. Deus looked at Meruin and his surroundings. "Well, Look Lucificus, someone that might be as strong as me in the magic sense. Hello Meruin Hazy, As Deus may have told you I am Merlin his father. The other being in this bodt is an Ancient Demon Lord named Lucificus." "Yo." Lucificus said. Neo-Deus began to feel the ground. They chuckled a bit. "Reality and Illusion. These two things are just figments of our Imagination, that is what our Brain tells us. If we were in an Illusion we would have no way of knowing it, Our Brain doesn't have the capability to perceive Illusions therefore they Perceive it as a reality. At the end of the day it Is Knowledge. The Knowledge to know whether we are in an Illusion or in Reality. Oh, I'm sorry I've seemed to have gotten carried away. Anyways, Meruin Hazy. I have a favor to ask of you. I'm going to unlock this child's memories. During this time he will not be able to differentiate between what is real and what is not (in his memories) During this time he will attempt to attack Cornelia. I would like it if you didn't do anything. This will decide his Future in a way." Cornelia: Inside Pandora's Box Cornelia looked in front of her as her past self grabbed the sword. Mixed emotions were goimg through the head of Cornelia, asking herself if that was the right decision. This would lead her to kill her whole family and make her brother go after her for Revenge. She was crying, but she didn't know why.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan continued to look at the moon when he sighed. He got up and walked towards the forest. "I've no idea whether anyone can hear me or not, but I'm going to the river. Later." He entered the forest and looked at the stream as it flowed. He sat down and began meditating.</s> <\|message\|>Slick Sloth Zairos III Time: 7:00 AM Day: Tuesday 1st day of the second term.</s>	<\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan walked out of his room and looked at the hallways. He headed to the cafeteria to get some food and brush up on his reading. He was beginning to read intermediate level books on elemental combinations and it was fascinating how their molecular structures interacted.</s>
<\|description\|>Ryan Alon Age(We only except people 15 to 25): 16 Gender: Male Abilities: Is an expert with various Elemental Magics. Considers himself a Jack of all trades, a master of none. How you could work in a team: Is a precise powerhouse, can't tank hits unless wearing an elemental armor, but if he can get a solid hit in, he will end the fight. Personality (You can keep it short if you wish): Is somewhat awkward around others in social situations and doesn't understand much about relationships or friendships. Other: Number 7 on Student Council.</s> <\|message\|>Deus Ira Deus scratched his head. He then looked at his palm, it had a transmutation symbol on it. He was thinking on a possibility, but it was farfetched and he didn't like it. "It must have probably been from the fight, it was pretty huge. Can I check something quickly, just to see what's wrong with your powers?" Deus stood up, as his hand began to radiate a silver aura. He cracked his neck to the side.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan looked up from his book and frowned. "I do hope you aren't planning on doing anything dangerous. If you were, it would fall under my jurisdiction as a Council Member to stop that." He called out to them. He really didn't feel like demolishing anyone today. He would though if he had to.</s> <\|message\|>Slick Sloth Zairos III Slick turned to Ryan. "Please don't use threats. He's trying to help someone out, I understand it's your job, but believe me, you'd do the same."</s> <\|message\|>Elza Sol finished off the last of his pancakes and lounged around bored watching Dues and Slick with mild interest. So far the year hadn't been too exciting; he hadn't even gotten to participate in the team battle at the start of the year. At this point he was almost out of practice with how little actual combat he had done. --- Elza groaned and walked into the cafeteria dragging her feet like a zombie. She walked straight to the drink table and grabbed a cub of black coffee before sitting down and slowing sipping it down a languid expression on her face. Elza hated mornings.</s> <\|message\|>Deus Ira Deus ignored Ryan's remark and looked at Slick who had answered his question. "Alright, So I'm going to Implant some of my Aura into you and attempt to see what is wrong, you might feel a little excruciating pain." Deus looked at Slick, trying to find a small opening in his Aura, and when he found it he quickly began to insert his Aura into him. What this would do is that it would attempt to heal his Powers. Deus guessed that his powers had Imploded like that because of the opposing forces of the team battle, these powers were so strong, no wonder eyes couldn't keep up with them. "Ouch! There seems that something is wrong with your powers, Like a blockage or something of some kind. That's all I can tell you for now Slick, Sorry If I wasn't much help." Deus said as he sat back down sighing. He was tired, so it would be easy to do anything to him right now anyways.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan ignored both of them and looked at the ceiling. "All I'm saying is if I hear explosions I'm going to kick someone's ass." He went back to his book and eating.</s> <\|message\|>Pamela Armellia Cruz Meister, Pamela Armellia and Lynda "Lyn" Hermit Location: Cafeteria The trio entered the cafeteria. Pamela was hugging Cruz's arm tightly while walking with a big smile and don't even knowing the faces that both made. "Ugh... I've slept for a long time. I didn't thought that emergency codes were that exhausting...", he spoke. "I was like, really worried, you know! I mean, what if you didn't woke up?!", Pamela said. "... Let's just get our lunches. We're late, you know.", Lyn said, leaving to see what was today's food. Then, the two walked towards everyone and sat. "Hey... so, what did I lost?", he asked.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon "Nothing too special. Also Ms. Armellia, please let go of Mr Meister's arm, otherwise I will have to write both of you up for public displays of affection." Ryan looked up from his book at the both of them. "If you're going to have some fun, keep it in the bedroom." He grinned slightly with those words hoping to embarrass them. "Or don't. I would have to write you up for a boy being in girl dormitories or girl being in boy dormitories if you did that." He looked very thoughtful at that statement. "You know what. Just... make sure to be safe. Yeah, that's pretty all encompassing." He began to ramble to himself abound t various rules and regulations.</s> <\|message\|>Pamela Armellia Cruz Meister, Pamela Armellia and Lynda "Lyn" Hermit Location: Cafeteria "A-A-A-Ahh!! Y-Y-You perv!! J-Just because you're from the student council d-d-doesn't mean you have to say such... s-such indecent, perverted things!!", Pamela screamed getting red, like a tomato. "Dude, I understand about harassing someone, but that was way too much.", she said. "... Wait a minute. I didn't got it. What do you exactly mean by public affection? And what this about bedrooms?" The two girls couldn't do anything other than looking with faces of awe. And on a negative sense. "Don't tell me... a technomagician, supposed to know everything, is so clueless about love?", Lyn asked. "It's not like I don't understand what love is, I just... Wait, no, I really don't understand anything about love. I've read it about it, but...", he said. Lyn just slapped her own face in disappointment, but at the same time she laughed a little. After all, Ryan's trick to get both embarassed didn't work. Or rather, it worked halfway. Pamela sighed a little. He didn't got embarassed, but she knew she had to let go of his arm. And Cruz... let's just say he left to the food stand, wondering about what Ryan said, seeing himself as a completely clueless and innocent children. "After this, I don't think anything worse can happen.", she commented while sitting. "C-Could you please leave your abusiveness away whenever I'm walking with Cruz, please?", she said, on a serious tone. "Says the girl that is abusing of how clueless he is to walk around making it look that you two are dating... when you aren't. Would it hurt for you to stop those rumors? People keep asking me about them and it's giving me a headache.", Lyn commented. Pamela simply looked away angry.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan smiled. "In all seriousness though, how is Mr Meister? He's been in a coma since the battle which is quite worrying. There is a chance his muscles have atrophied. Actually it should be a certainty that has happened. Yet he's walking perfectly fine as of now." Ryan had a semi confused look on his face. "And do forgive me for the embarrassing comments. It's not very often I get to have fun like that."</s> <\|message\|>Pamela Armellia Cruz Meister, Pamela Armellia and Lynda "Lyn" Hermit Location: Cafeteria BGM: Sacred Moon "Well, to be honest... even though he is walking well, we aren't that so sure... He did a quick analysis on his body and magical state and everything seemed normal.", Pamela said, with a worried face. Lyn looked down. She hadn't start eating her pancakes. "That... magic he used to rebuild the town. Do any of you have any plausible idea of what that was? I mean, to make a destroyed town back to normal in just a second...", Lyn commented. Pamela started to think a little about it. Then, Cruz came to them and sat down. But after he put his plate on the table, his right arm flickered, like an image being shown on a TV that's almost breaking up. He felt a moderate pain. "Cruz, are you alright?!", Pamela was the first to ask. "D-Don't worry about it. It... was absolutely nothing.", he said, holding the arm. But the said arm flickered once more. "Alright, that's it. I'll take you to your room.", Lyn said, getting up. "I... I said it's fine! You don't have to worry about me!", he said. "No discussion. If whatever happening at your arm looks painful, what if it happens at your legs too?", she asked, still with a serious face. Cruz looked down to the ground and stood quiet. He was nervous to admit, but just because he woke up didn't mean he was ready.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan closed his book and stood up. "Mr Meister, I'm asking you, face to face, whether you are injured. If you do not comply in answering I will have to write you up for lying to a Council Member. The punishment for such an action is left up to the Council Member who is lied to, and I will not be kind in my punishment. Now speak." Ryan commanded in a very no nonsense tone. "Also, if you survive my punishment, I'm passing you off to Meruin for punishment." He added as an afterthought.</s> <\|message\|>Pamela Armellia Cruz Meister, Pamela Armellia and Lynda "Lyn" Hermit Location: Cafeteria "... My magic system...", he mumbled. "Cruz...?", Pamela asked again. "I...I'll just confess. That code... Reality/RESET... it damaged my magic system.", he said. Lyn just let her fork fall down on the ground. "You're... saying that the magic you used was able to damage your entire system?!", she asked. "It's an emergencial code. Its meaning is to restore my homeland. It's only usable by the... by certain technomagicians. It restores everything that has been destroyed into its original state. However, that damages the user's entire magic system.", he explained. Both Lynda and Pamela just looked at him, shocked after hearing all of that. "My state of coma... was supposed to be longer. I would have to be sleeping for a week, for it to recover fully. However... since I broke the estimated time, and if I calculate it rightly, I only recovered 40% of my system. And even if it's big, it's not enough.", he kept explaining. "So in the end... you did a fake analysis and lied to us. Now it begs the question... why?", Lyn questioned. "... I... just never wanted anyone worried about me. I agreed with myself that, independent of my actions so far, I would let fate decide for how long my life should be. And I don't want anyone worrying about some so- ARGH!!", Cruz's arm flickered once more. "I... I-I think it's best if we returned you to your room and put you on your bed. Maybe a little more rest can make things better.", Pamela suggested. It was written on her face that she was seriously cncerned. But Cuz was reluctant to that idea. "Gghh... there's... no need to... I can't rest anymore... not with much things that I still have to do.", his face expressed pain, although he didn't wanted to rest again... because of his kingdom. "... Ryan, your orders.", Lyn asked to him. She directly knew that talking with Cru is a waste of time, deciding to go to an authority and leaving her way of doing things aside.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan thought carefully on how he would word this. "You are to rest until your systems are 75 percent repaired. At that point you may continue whatever it is you need to do unless I or another Council Member says otherwise. No strenuous activity for the next one to two weeks." Ryan decided after a minute. He then turned to Lyn and Pamela. "And you two. I am officially making you two my deputies. As such, you are a part of the Student Disciplinary Committee and will take your responsibilities very seriously. Your first duty is to make sure that he does not disregard my orders. I expect you two to thoroughly read through the rules and regulations of the school. Dismissed." Ryan got up after he made his decisions, picked up his book, and vanished in a gust of wind. There was work to be done. In his place were two heavy rulebooks.</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy Meruin suddenly appeared next to Cruz. She did not go to him; she just wanted to get to the cafeteria quicker. The small mage yawned and blinked before turning to Ryan. "Oh, good morning, Ryan, and to you too, mister Cruz, miss Lint and miss Potato," she said. Meruin meant no disrespect, even if her dull voice said otherwise; she had simply not interacted with Lyn and Pamela much, so she hadn't yet committed their names to memory. She frowned upon double checking Cruz. "And what is the matter here?" It should also be noted that this time, Meruin was wearing clothes - or a clothe, to be specific. The only article of clothing she had on was her panties, yes, but it still counted as wearing clothes. "Oh, and there goes Ryan," said Meruin, slightly surprised that he left so quickly.</s> <\|message\|>Elza Elza sighed, every gosh dang day Meruin couldn't be bothered to put some clothes on. You would think that a genius mage who could remember hundreds of spells would remember to put her clothes on in the morning. "Here are your clothes Meruin." Elza said yawning and handed her a bundle of clothes while enclosing her in shadows that concealed Meruin's body until she put her clothes on. It was nearly routine now; Elza gulped down another cup of coffee and went for more still barely awake.</s>	<\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan quickly reappeared. "Wait... I teleported to Meruin. Why am I back here?" He turned towards Meruin and blushed. When hte shadows covered her he sighed in relief. "I feel like we need to put up notes around her room to remind her about the clothes thing." He said out loud.</s>
<\|description\|>Ryan Alon Age(We only except people 15 to 25): 16 Gender: Male Abilities: Is an expert with various Elemental Magics. Considers himself a Jack of all trades, a master of none. How you could work in a team: Is a precise powerhouse, can't tank hits unless wearing an elemental armor, but if he can get a solid hit in, he will end the fight. Personality (You can keep it short if you wish): Is somewhat awkward around others in social situations and doesn't understand much about relationships or friendships. Other: Number 7 on Student Council.</s> <\|message\|>Sol "Oh please we have these bracelets for a reason." Sol said dismissively indicating the mentioned objects whilst dodging the clones attacks, "Pest." he said irritably and suddenly lashed out with his blade just as the clone went in for an attack removing its head, his sudden removal of the clone's wind powers had left it exposed and helpless compared to him. A clone was just a clone, and a jack of all trades passing a weaker version of his power couldn't match a specialist in the same field. "Anyway, at the end of the battle bracelets fix all the damage, besides I've barely done anything all year." Sol said explaining his side of the case. It seemed just about every time things were about to get fun something had to interrupt. "Besides the other students are learning, I mean live demonstrations are all the rage these days right?" @BranchOfSin@Slendy</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon " You bring a fair point about the damage, but I still believe the fight has gone far enough. I can already see where this is going." Ryan tilted his head slightly as some debris went flying by him. " In about five minutes I predict some sort of over the top magical attack that will hurt both the user and other combatants. You guys don't know how to hold back."</s> <\|message\|>Deus Ira Deus sighed. Always an Issue. In spars aren't you supposed to go full power, because then you will be able to gain some experience. If you do hold back then what is the point of a spar. Deus then proceeded to sigh again. "Hey Ryan, you do know that I could've canceled everything that just happened erasing all the Damage done to everything right? Oh well, I guess you just take your job seriously unlike me, Student Council is just a title and nothing more...Hell, I'm even thinking of Leaving the Council, it's just such a pain, that is my own opinion." Deus said as he chattered on. Deus made the swords disappear into thin air. He sat down looking at the students. Marcus wasn't doing a very good job as a teacher. He sighed again, then remembered something that he needed to ask Meruin. "Well guys, See ya later, need to go somewhere." Deus said as he dashed out of the gym. Deus arrived at the Lunch room panting and smiling too. He walked to the table near Meruin and touched her shoulder. "Meruin, I need to speak with you, can you follow me outside?"</s> <\|message\|>Marcus Gracy Marcus was starting to get a little angered that he was blamed for most of the destruction. But luckily Sol was present to defend him and relieve all the blame off of himself. Also Deus was right the council was a shell of its prime. "Okay! That was a fun demonstration!" Marcus said looking back at the students. Most of them were lost and confused while others had their mouths opened in awe. The battle between himself, Deus and Sol left the students silent. Marcus didn't notice that until there was an awkward silence that clouded the room for a few minutes. "Okay....uhh free time!" Marcus said walking away from the group of students that began to riot onto the gymnasium's floor. "Hey! Pirate guy! I'd like to learn more about your fighting style!" He said approaching Sol.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan sighed as all the damage was fixed around him. "Great. I'm the bad guy for doing my job." He walked out of the gym and looked at the sky. He thought about the Council. " I'm going to need to talk to the President. We need some serious restructuring." He teleported to the Council Meeting room and sat down. His chair would light up as he was accounted for and he began thinking.</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy The small mage turned her head, wondering who it was. Upon seeing Deus, Meruin frowned slightly. 'What did he need?' she thought. Upon hearing her request, Meruin tilted her head. It seemed like whatever he needed to say, it had to be in private. "Excuse me for a moment, Liz." "Very well," she said, standing up from her chair. "Lead the way, Deus."</s> <\|message\|>Deus Ira Deus nodded as he began to lead Meruin outside into the hallway. Once there, Deus leaned on a wall. "Beautiful Day isn't it?... Anyways I'll get straight to the point..Magic isn't my area of expertise, and so far I've only been able to learn about Alchemy, but wh . i begin to research other forms of Magic, I always reach a dead end. This is where you come in, Meruin, Would you please teach me magic?" Deus asked seriously. He knew that it was farfetched to ask Meruin such a question, the reason? He would probably get turned down. Deus began to gaze outside the window.</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy Meruin's eyes widened a bit as she listened to Deus's request. That was the only indication of surprise on her face, and she quickly adopted her stoic expression once more. What he was basically asking for was discipleship - Wait, no, that's not right. He's not asking anything as deep as that, she thought. After experiencing Deus's abilities and discovering his lineage, it was fair to say he had no small amount of talent, however, it was also true that he didn't seem to have much experience with controlling it. Meruin considered the possibilities of teaching him. On one hand, it would be an interesting experience, on the other, it could end up disastrous for both of them. Ultimately, it was not a question of how good a student Deus was, it was how good a teacher Meruin would be. There was a long silence as Meruin considered his question, looking at it from various angles and trying to predict the probability of a good outcome. In the end, she sighed. "I will have to consult my own master about this," she replied honestly. That was the conclusion she reached. She would ask Master Reina for her opinion. She may even ask Lady Chase. If their verdict was that she was qualified to teach someone else the ways of magic, then she would do so without hesitation. "I'm unsure of my own ability to pass on knowledge, Deus, so I'll need some time to consult my Master. If her opinion is favorable, then I will likely accept your request," said Meruin. "If it is not favorable, however, then perhaps I can still ask her for a solution for your problem."</s> <\|message\|>Deus Ira Deus sighed. There was always something, but decided not to get too involved with the reasons. He then turned to look at Meruin. "Not sure I quite understand what you're trying to say but...Hopefully you'll be able to train me, I need it to accomplish something. No, it has nothing to do with Cornelia." Deus stretched tiredly. He began to walk back inside the Room and looked back at Meruin. "As soon as you get a response, do tell me please." Deus disappeared from sight enetering the Cafeteria.</s> <\|message\|>Elizabeth Moon. Liz for short Liz looked a bit annoyed when Meruin walked off with no response to her earlier question but figured that was typical of the girl and took the chance to take the pills from before. Finishing her food and drink she had also bought to the table she looked when Meruin mentioned her masters, Liz still wanted to beat Chase for the humiliation in the last fight more then anything but she also wanted to consult Reina on something so either one the young mage encountered would do.</s> <\|message\|>Pamela Armellia Cruz Meister Location: Room 102 On his bed, looking at the empty roof, Cruz wondered many things about himself. Am I... strong to do anything? Maybe I'm pursuing a hopeless obejctive. After all, there's not one single time that I don't cause trouble to others..., he thought. He really wanted to be something, not just for him, but to everyone. Pamela Armellia and Agni Blackheart Location: Boys' Dormitory - Outside Room 102 She stood there, like some kind of guard that was protecting a VIP. She literally blocked the room with herself. "Well, so far, so good~! Nothing happened yet, so this is going to be-", she spoke, until a big number of boys ran towards her. "EEEEEEK!! H-Heeelp!!", she spoke, running away from the door. The legion of boys chased her. That was the opportunity he awaited so much. Agni, who had recently recovered from the battle, stood right there alone, looking at the door. "There's no one to stop me now. Cruz Meister, be ready to meet your doom.", he said, walking towards the door. Lynda "Lyn" Hermit Location: Corridor to the Student Council Room Lyn left her post so she could talk to Ryan. Her curiosity surrounded one certain thing: Cruz's pendant. Since the council member seemed to know about technomagicians, she thought of him as the only option. She held Pamela's cellphone, which she used to take a photo of the pendant, since she wasn't able to take it out of Cruz's neck. That pendant is something, I have an itch. And I'm going to discover about it., she said.</s> <\|message\|>Sol Sol sighed, his fun was ruined once again, oh well. He tapped his bracelet and the field retracted and vanished, taking all the damage with it. He turned to face Marcus sighing, it seemed his name was now pirate guy, whatever. "My fighting style? It's not so much of a style. Simply free form swordplay and magic where needed. If I had to call it something it would be an opportunist style, best in melees, as you saw I didn't spend much energy in that fight while you and Dues were pumping out magic, or in your case Ki, everywhere. I had prepared a spell and was going up the ante so to speak until it was so abruptly canceled. Anything more you wish to know?" Sol inquired. Fun but he would sit back down and see if Marcus had anything else to say, if not they perhaps he could wander around and find some other class that was exciting. @Slendy</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan sat there contemplating his problems when he heard someone outside the door. "Come in. Or don't. Whatever." He called to the person outside. He closed his eyes and began looking at people through his "magic cameras" he planted all over the school. It was really just enchanted ice, but it sounded cooler when he called them "magic cameras". He looked at Cruz's room and gasped. "Change of plans, I'm going out!" Ryan rushed out the door and pushed past Lyn. He stopped and looked at her. "I thought I told you and Ms. Armelia to watch Mr. Meister!" He looked absolutely furious as he glanced towards the door. He vaguely considered leaving her, but he was sure Cruz would be fine for an extra minute or so.</s> <\|message\|>Pamela Armellia Lynda "Lyn" Hermit Location: Corridor to the Student Council Room "Dude, why are you getting so freaked out? The other one is there, so there's no prob-", she said. However, when she saw the cameras, Lyn too freaked a little. "Effing Pamela, I told her not to leave her post, damnit!!", she screamed, running back to the room. Cruz Meister and Agni Blackheart Location: Room 102 As Cruz looked to the roof once again, the door finally broke itself apart. In the space left by it, stood Agni, holding his flame scythe. "Y-You!!", he said, getting up. His leg flickered in the moment he stepped on the ground, making him fall. "There's no one in my way anymore. Today will be the day that I'll finally have my revenge. All those years that me and my sister passed suffering will not be in vain.", he said, ready to dash at him. "H-Hold on! At least, tell me what did I do! I don't get it! Why you want to kill me so much?", Cruz asked, still not able to get up. "Don't feign ignorance!! You know very well what you did to me, you murderer!!", Agni screamed. "Murderer?! I would never kill someone! That's something against my principles!", he tried to explain. "Shut up!! If it wasn't you... I... I would be with my mother!!", Agni said. Cruz, upon hearing those words, was able to reason with Agni's vengeful hatred towards him. Even so, he knew that he didn't kill anyone. "I... killed your mother? That's pretty much impossible! I don't remember even meeting her!", he spoke. "Oh yeah?! Then, why her last words were your surname?! Before she died, she said 'Meister'!! I remember it perfectly!!", he said, walking forward. "Even if I had met her, I would never kill her! If she was someone so nice to not have killed me when we met, I wouldn't backstab her like the actual person who killed her did!", he spoke. "You...!! YOU!!", Agni's scream mixed with his dashing. Since he was unable to move, Cruz was slashed by Agni. "Gggh..!!", he groaned in pain. "Still alive... then, one more and I'll end this!!", he said.</s>	<\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan burst through the floor as he pulled out his sword. He landed in between Agni and Cruz and grimaced. "I'll repair that later." He took a hand off the sword and pulled out a small pistol from his pocket. No one ever expected him to use non magical weaponry. He began firing and walked forward slowly to try and push Agni out of the room. " You are not going to kill Mr Meister! Boo freaking hoo, you're mother died! Mine did too, grow up and deal with it!" He stopped firing and looked at Cruz. "I do believe your girlfriend will be coming to save you soon. Try not to slow her down." He looked back at Agni. "I heard the whole scenario. Have you stopped to consider that some other Meister somewhere in the world, killed her? Or maybe that when she said Meister, she wasn't talking about her killer?" He threw his gun to the side and he began glowing. "Either way, I don't care. Just walk away."</s>
<\|description\|>Ryan Alon Age(We only except people 15 to 25): 16 Gender: Male Abilities: Is an expert with various Elemental Magics. Considers himself a Jack of all trades, a master of none. How you could work in a team: Is a precise powerhouse, can't tank hits unless wearing an elemental armor, but if he can get a solid hit in, he will end the fight. Personality (You can keep it short if you wish): Is somewhat awkward around others in social situations and doesn't understand much about relationships or friendships. Other: Number 7 on Student Council.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon @TheHangedMan Ryan wanted to yell as everyone started using their strongest attacks. If it weren't for the several containment spells put up to prevent destruction, they would've destroyed the school AGAIN by now. He heard Mutt, but decided to ignore him in favor of making sure nobody died. He heard Deus and a psychopathic grin appeared on his face. "Alrighty then, let's get this show on the road! Grimoire Art: The Judgement!" Ryan's entire body glowed as a heavenly warrior formed around him. He drew his sword which had amplified to a massive size along with himself and swung it at Chase. The sword was made out of Light Magic making it extremely powerful. Even if it didn't hit, it would send a massive shockwave towards Chase, which would be almost impossible t dodge. Add on to the fact that Light Magic only hurt who Ryan wanted to hurt and he didn't have to worry about friendly fire.</s> <\|message\|>Sol Sol grinned, well it seemed now was as good a time as any. Maybe they could "win" this afterall. All or nothing time, "Secret Wind Art: Gungnir!" Sol shouted as the swirling winds hyper condesned into the form of a spear. The weapon emitted a fericous amount of power and within the spear itself one could see winds rotating vicisouly. Sol hurled the spear foward directly at Chase, a loud BOOM echoing as the weapon raced through the air. Sol quickly drew power from the runes closest to Chase, if she was somehow going to dodge then it was going to be very far away so it wouldn't trigger these ones. This time he was clearly gathering time magic as the air around him began rippling and warping unevenly, he had to make sure Chase stayed where she was or the whole thing was pratically pointless.</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy & @floodtalon & @BranchOfSin & @Dash375 & @Slendy Overwhelming power. That was what was being sent towards Chase right now. In a different context, this would mean nothing, for Chase was an existence above overwhelming power, and should she choose feel like it, breaking even the powers sent at her would take but a flick of her wrists. However, Chase had all but promised them that they would have a shot at winning. She would limit herself and be patient. She would test them to their utmost, and see if she could teach them what it meant to hold power. That was her purpose - Reina might be a better teacher, but that does not mean that Chase cannot impart wisdom every now and then. While trapped in the sphere of earth, Chase could still feel the world outside. Despite her limiting herself, she was still the Embodiment of Destruction, so naturally everything that fell under her purview was open for her to see. She could see the powers aimed at her, their will to destroy her coming from behind every charge, she could feel the blood-lust rolling of Deus in waves as he surrendered his body to the demon within him. She looked upon all of them and sighed in disappointment. Not a single one had learned a lesson. As her prison of earth exploded with the force of four elements, Ryan's sword bore down on her, accompanied by the crescendo of Sol's wind. 'Very well. I suppose it's time to outline the lesson for this day,' thought Chase. Explosions rocked her place in the sky, and for a moment, there was nothing but dust in the air. When the dust settled, there stood Chase, her expression sorely disappointed and completely unharmed. "Chase Asu Du Morgan, Third Tier Art: Redirection Of Mass Destruction," she said loudly enough for them to hear. "It's not a fire spell, so it was something quite readily available to me despite you draining me of my abilities, or did you think in the long time I had lived plus the knowledge I had gained amounted to only fire spell?" She shook her head, not bothering to explain further. She ignored the time being warped around her and stared at Deus. "You, boy, if you can here me, then let me say now: I am very, very annoyed with you." "Path of Revenge? I'm lucky? What in the world is that supposed to mean, boy? Are you so immature as to actually think that your small, insignificant lifespan is able to compare to mine? No matter how painful or tragic your past is, it is nothing compared to what I have had to experience in the years of my life. This is not arrogance, it is nothing but cold, hard facts. The death of your family means nothing to the world at large, and certainly means nothing to me. It means much to you, and that is how it should stay - don't go and push that burden unto other people." Chase said all this to the Demonic Deus in a calm manner. What he had become didn't seem to bother her in the slightest. Of course it wouldn't. The enemies she faced on a daily basis to kill time where far more terrifying . . . not to mention nigh undecipherable. Compared to avatars that embodied insanity and the end of existence itself, a being that could be understood, reasoned with even, was never going to shake Chase, no matter how powerful it was. She swept her eyes across the field, her gaze piercing into everyone. She was no longer smiling. "I am sorely disappointed in you all. A waste of talent, the lot of you, even you, Meruin. I can feel you assembling your spell no matter where you hide, and you know I can shoot you down from there," she said, staring into the distance. "Now, I am nothing if but merciful to children, so I will give you another chance. Come." --- Reina regarded Cornelia coldly. "I expect nothing from a rude child that attacks without introducing herself first. In the same manner that you would not expect anything from me, including mercy." Suddenly and without warning, barriers of every kind sprung to life. The earth at Conrelia's feet shot up and enclosed her entire body, before becoming a strange, silver material that hurt to look at. It was an alien metal, not something that could possibly exist, and yet here it was. It was a metal stronger than any alloy on earth, immune to spells, that could regenerate from damage in the blink of an eye, and prevented energy from being released around it. In the next second, no less than a billion magical barriers formed around Cornelia. Each barrier had the physical durability of a planet, and were similarly resistant to magic, and each of them had a property that made them exist out of time and space, effectively becoming perpetual and unmovable through any means. They also protected each other, like cogs working in a grand gear, and could not be absorbed or changed by anyone other than the caster. All of this in less than three seconds, and Reina had done it with nothing but a look. "Chase is disgruntled, so there is bound to be an interesting occurrence soon. I will observe it, then deal with you afterwards," said Reina dismissively.</s> <\|message\|>Sol Sol was somewhat disgruntled. How in the nine were they supposed to beat her if she could if she could redirect any of their attacks effortlessly? Well perhaps he could try to take a page out of her book, she was still human right? And it simply wouldn't be possible for her to generate oxygen; after all she specialized in destruction not creation. Perhaps a long shot but it seemed direct force was pointless. Storing the charged magic he had for now in case he needed a rewind, he began his next trick. Activating the circle of runes that were prepared along the edge of the barrier a sudden surge of magic appeared. All the air, specifically the oxygen in the air began moving. Sol grabbed, with the help of the prepared runes, all the air in the area and removed it. Now Chase should both be unable to use a majority of her fire magic or at least have its effects dampened and suffer from oxygen deprivation. Sol of course could directly fill his lungs with oxygen so it wasn't a problem for him; he did the same for his allies hoping that this trick would have some affect on her. Perhaps attempting to use destruction on the empress of it was not such a wise idea</s> <\|message\|>Cornelia Gamma Deus [Lucifer] "Really Merlin, Is every single Magician just like you? A bit arrogant aren't we Magician? You speak of knowlegde when I am most likely older than you and have more knowledge than you. I was there when God had created this Universe. My powers may be gone, But I can still Fight." Lucifer said. He then resumed talking. "Also You shouldn't underestimate the Potential of these Young Ones, for all you know, They could have already planned out their moves just like in a game of chess. Giving them a second chance was a horrible choice, because now, they have something to fight for.." Lucifer said and then sighed. "I really am bad at Motivational Speeches like these aren't I, Sigh." Lucifer turned to the children. He laughed seeing their Auras. These kids, they just might be able to win if they were at their prime..Of course, I can unlock their potential, but that would be boring now wouldn't it. Lucifer then looked back up at Chase and sighed. He then walked away, wanting to spectate the fight, more than take part in it. "I'll be watching" --- Cornelia "Missus Reina was it? I suggest you don't turn your back on an opponent, That could be your downfall, Also before I do this, I just want to remind you that this is not Magic, So I'm pretty sure this Ability would work on these things." Cornelia said as a wide grin appeared on her face. Having the Power of Subjective Manipulation, equaled having Space Time Manipulation powers. So she was able to do the following. "Event Negate." Everything that just happened, never happened. This Ability can negate any sort if event, whether it's outside of Space Time, or inside of it. Cornelia could have also used Subspace Travel to get out of there, but that would've ended in her demise. She looked at Reina. "See what did I tell you?"</s> <\|message\|>Elizabeth Moon. Liz for short (Why is this happening now! REVENGE!) "Heh, arrogant as ever." Liz chuckled struggling to stay awake as she looked over at Chase "I planned to use that spell when you were at your strongest, you can stop it with a fraction of your strength? Nice dream." She spoke and coughed at the end. "World creation, they say back when this world was created by using the 4 different elements coming together and the remaining energy formed the elemental which now roam this earth they created. This is the only spell I can use in this form, a small recreation of this event with you at its core with only one condition, the spell keeps reforming until one of two things happen, I die, or the core of the new world is destroyed without a single trace left! That core became you the first time you got trapped!" Liz shouted in triumph as the same 4 elements started to surround Chase again "You will run out of magic before you give up your pride and go back on your word to not kill me.!"</s> <\|message\|>Marcus Gracy Marcus wore an amused expression on his face. Chases view don't matter to him he just wanted to have fun and spare with a god like being. Although the situation was looking salty and most of the groups previous attacks have been useless there didn't seem like the group had a chance against this woman. If she was giving them a second chance he'd go all out this time and make sure he gets a chance to punch this goddess of a woman. Marcus floated into the air and sat down with his legs cross ed keeping an eye on Chase. "Guys....I hate resorting to magic but I must.....hopefully you guys don't mind buying a friend some time so I can cast this spell? He shouted opening his palm to Chase again. His next attack was surely gonna land on Chase , if this doesn't then Marcus doesn't know what can. Marcus looked directly in the eyes of Chase with his inverted eyes and a massive magic circled spawned beneath him barring the yin-yang symbol. He placed his palms together and began the spell. "Taijitu mode: The Nefarious Puppet!.... I have offered up a target for the holding off these strings and these strings will bind together to allow the wielder to see as it sees. For I am yin and the Puppet is yang I shall be the opposite of its plain......" The activation of the spell was gonna take awhile so hopefully his friends will buy him enough time to conclude his spell. 5 POSTS UNTIL THE NEFARIOUS PUPPET IS ACTIVATED</s>	<\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan just stepped in front of Meruin and held up a Shield Of Light. "Overwhelming power does nothing to you. You're instead forcing us to he clever, which I like." Ryan then shone a very bright light in her eyes instead. And kept it there. "Attack!" Ryan yelled while motioning to be quiet and attack from behind. He looked quite silly really.</s>
<\|description\|>Sol Photo: Age: 21 Gender: Male Abilities: Wind magic, Fantastic sword play and martial artist skills, and is beginning to learn time magic. How you could work in a team: Doing anything necessary for success Personality: Sol is a firm believer is hard work. He is rather chivalrous and would never do anything to intentionally offend somebody, except in combat. Sol is a care-free guy but once he gets into a fight his focus becomes almost freakishly keen on the fight. He doesn't like suck ups or arrogant people, and is quite willing to stand up for what he believes in. Other: Lost his eye when the island exploded Two swords</s> <\|message\|>Elizabeth Moon. Liz for short Liz followed Sol to the cafeteria smiling and waving to Meruin as she arrived seeing old habit never died old with her as she remembered the first time she met the girl Liz had to offer her jacket just like Ryan did who seemed to offer Tarot cards to everyone except her but she bit her tongue about it due partly to the fact she was already eating a slice of toast. Looking around for new people Liz spotted a table of new people made up of Marcus, Tony and Deus. Leaving her luggage with her past friends she walked over to them and took a seat by the 3 "Hey, nice to meet you! I am Liz." The girl smiled "Did I miss everyone's introductions yesterday?" Liz asked curious of what magic they possessed.</s> <\|message\|>Tony Hart Tony sighed, so much was already happening. He managed to see Ryan's Tarot Cards, and added a mental note to the thousands he had floating around in his head at the moment. He greeted Deus and Eris, and watched as Sol walked over to the table. He challenged Eris, Hart perked up and watched with interest. Lucy watched as his sister groggily came over to his table and sat next to him. He slid a cup of coffee too her, which she accepted greatfully. Even she, in her tired state, watched the challenge set by Sol against Eris. Would she accept? Tony smiled at Liz and said, "nice to meet ou. I'm Tony, and this is my sister Lucy," as he gestured to the blond haired girl next to him.</s> <\|message\|>Sol ghost in black Sol had been about to reply when a flare of light came from a barely clothed Meruin beside him. He turned to face the source to see Meruin basically wearing a contained rainbow, 5123 barriers.... and here Sol thought his own magic was progessing well. Getting through one of Meruin's barriers was hard, that many, well you might as well not even bother wasting your time, "Most impressive work Meruin, good to see you haven't been slacking off." Sol turned back to face Eris, "Aplogizes for my lack of manners, My name is Sol, a second year student. Keep in mind when you accept my challenge you are of course free to set the conditions for victory." he said making sure that he wasn't exploiting someone for thier lack of knowledge</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan looked at the robe and sighed. This was his one major problem in his quest to become president. He had to compete with Meruin, who was seemingly unbeatable. "Eris, you are being challenged by Sol. Now that he has challenged you, you may dictate when and where you are fighting. There is no declining the challenge." He explained quickly while putting on his jacket.</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy Meruin switched out of the robe by muttering a few words, and was back to wearing regular clothing. "Well, like I said, it's impressive, but impractical. I can't do anything but stand or run while wearing Perpetual Fortress." She looked at Eris and Sol with some interest. While it's true that Eris as a Student Council member couldn't back down from the challenge, her challenger was someone who definitely wouldn't be easy to beat. If he'd improved over the time she had not seen him, then she wasn't sure that Eris could win. Of course, it could just be a bit of bias for a friend, but still . . .</s> <\|message\|>Deus Ira Deus looked at Liz. "Nice to meet you Liz, My name is Deus Ira. And yeah you missed the introductions, I wasn't there for it either, so whatever." Deus said. He felt a little bit excited, he couldn't wait for the ranking battles. But he knew that he needed to train some more. He got up from the table. "Well guys sorry to cut this short, but I need to head back to my dorm. Got some training to do." Deus said as he left the cafeteria.</s> <\|message\|>Marcus Gracy "Tony , 3 (Meruin), stop bickering in front of the children." Marcus laughed standing up and throwing his plate away." Maybe you guys should go see a marriage councilor." He waved good bye." I'm gonna go two, have to be in my office at a certain time. I'll be in the back room so if any of you guys stop by just ring the bell and I'll come out, cya!" He shouted exiting the lunch room.</s> <\|message\|>Eris Phyre Lyndwyrm "Well Sol I have no choice but to accept the challenge but what would the conditions be?" She said half to herself as she began pacing then stopped in her tracks with a smile on her face and turned towards Sol. "How about a tennis match, one on one no outside assistance, an hour after we get our gauntlets on the tennis court we only use magic no rackets."</s> <\|message\|>Elizabeth Moon. Liz for short Liz looked at the Tony's little sister and smiled "Hi, nice to meet you. I have a little sister as well but shes a bit younger then you still." She spoke and finished eating her breakfast before watching Marcus walk off curious of him as he never introduced himself before "Well, It was nice meeting the 3 of you." Liz waved off to Tony, Deus and Lucy as she headed off to the office Marcus mentioned and knocked on the door "Hello~ Are you in there?" She asked and knocked again louder impatient for a response.</s> <\|message\|>Marcus Gracy "Yeah come in!" Marcus was on a computer behind his desk typing with a unsatisfied look on his face. Mumbles a few swears since he can't train until he's caught up on all his paper work."Bullshit." He repeated every time he clicked on the mouse scanning through pages filled with words that are probably important and should be reading.</s> <\|message\|>Elizabeth Moon. Liz for short Liz slowly opened the door and walked in shutting it behind "Hey, you were the guy at the cafeteria." She took a seat opposite him looking at the office space before focusing back in on Marcus "I am Liz nice to meet you." She spoke and got up from her chair and looked at the work he was doing "That looks dull? Is this is what is keeping you from training and fighting people?" Liz asked briefly scanning over the words "Want some help with it?"</s> <\|message\|>Marcus Gracy "Yeah i am the guy from the cafeteria who happens to be named Marcus , 8th on the student council and your councilor for the rest of your life at this academy." He finishes the page and grins evily standing over the computer. He punched a hole through the screen." No that's okay......I think it must've short wired or something." He lied forgetting that she was there when he punch the hole in the screen. "So what did you need help with?" He kicked his feet onto the desk. "Boy problems ,bullies ,drug abuse, alcohol abuse , thinking about suicide ,thinking about getting laid.......did I say boy problems?" He was pretty happy to have his first student to help on the first day of the job ,but you can tell he was anxious to train .</s> <\|message\|>Elizabeth Moon. Liz for short "Well, Nice to meet you." Liz gave a small freaked out chuckle when he punched the hole in the computer and just put it down to something completely different "OH a problem?" Liz asked coming back down from being taken back by his sudden punch "I have no real problem I just came to introduce myself and make sure you would not bored or lonely." The girl explained and pulled out two chocolate bars "Want one?" She asked already starting to eat the first one "Oh, if you want I can help you train as well." Liz spoke with a mouth half full but she was in too good a mood to care about good manners.</s> <\|message\|>Marcus Gracy Marcus grabbed the chocolate and nibbled into it. " Thanks he mumbled as he chewed more pieces of the candy bar. " I......guess you can help me." He walked over to a window and opened it. " I hope you're preparer because I'm gonna try to push my self to my limit in this battle since I have my gauntlet now." Luckily Marcus was apart of the school staff and the staff receives their gauntlets before the students. "Meet me on the track feild ." He said jumping out the window. He causally walked to the track field notice that the damage he , Deus and Tony cause to the feild the other day was gone. " Man, that clean up crew sure does work fast." Marcus stood in the middle of the track field waiting for Liz so he can activate his gauntlet.</s> <\|message\|>Sol ghost in black Sol tilted his head curiously, he had been hoping for something a little more combat oriented. Obviously his opponent had chosen such an event because she believed that she would hold the advantage. Unfortunately Sol was equally sure she was right, it would most certainly be an interesting match up. "Very well then, we shall meet in an hour on the tennis court." he said and moved towards the court and sat down by some nearby seats. An hour to prepare, just what he needed, if the challenge had been immediate he probably would've been crushed. But he had learned from Meruin, time to prepare was time to set up magic. He began concentrating on what he wanted to do to give himself the advantage, the most likely one to succeed would work without a doubt, however it would be very, rude to say the least. Sol stored that plan away in the back of his mind, if worst came to worst he would use it.</s> <\|message\|>Eris Phyre Lyndwyrm "Great see you then" she said as she walked out the cafeteria and towards the Dorm to change into something more suitable for sports. When she came out she was wearing gym shorts and a short sleeve shirt, "well better go set up" Eris said before walking towards the tennis court and moving the automatic tennis ball launcher into place then started lightly tracing runes on the ground with the tip of her sword. To anyone watching it would look like she was dancing with her light blades with the way she spun and twisted and the way the ring of her shadows and her blades rotated and dipped. While she did this she hummed her favorite song moonlight symphony and the light blades shifted changing into giant great swords that obstructed outside view of her.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan sat at the tennis court watching Eris do her thing. "Secret Grimoire Art. See through the veil, The High Priestess." Ryan whispered to himself as the Roman Numeral for 2 glowed on his hand. Ryan saw through the blades obstructing her and was fascinated by the runes. "Quite the setup you have."</s> <\|message\|>Elizabeth Moon. Liz for short "Wait a fight..." Liz was going to object but he had already jumped out the window. She sighed finishing off her chocolate and looking up, she barely knew anything about his powers and she barely had any time to set up but was had given her word to help him train so she would not back down as she made her way to the cafeteria and walking over to Meruin "Hey, can you look after my stuff? I got myself into a fight by accident by being too nice." She chuckled and ran off to the track field "Will this work with only one gauntlet? Last time both participants need their gauntlet." Liz asked "Oh and this is my weapon." She pulled out a water bottle throwing it up in the air a bit a few times "I assume you have no objections to that."</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy Meruin nodded her head and took the things off Liz's hands. Meruin followed her and looked at her opponent. Marucus, part of the Student Council, extraordinarily strong and was able to nullify magic. In other words, Liz was his natural enemy. Her water body was not magic, but her actual body, and Marcus did not have any elemental magics. Unless he somehow had a way to affect Liz in her true form or managed to beat her before then, then this fight was one-sided. "Good luck," she said to Liz. Oh, but that was showing favoritism. "And to you too, Marcus. Give the Student Council back a bit of our pride." She did here the conversations between several students, after all - but it also completely slipped her mind that she didn't do much for their reputation by showing up near naked in the canteen. Oh well.</s> <\|message\|>Marcus Gracy "We're just training 3." Marcus said as he tapped his gauntlet activating the field. He stood in a fighting stance. " I'm positive this one feild will be stable enough for the both of us. I'm gonna attempt to surpass my limit so you should probably activate your strongest defensive spell now." He wasn't trying to be cocky or anything he just wanted to make sure Everything was perfect so he can surpass his limitations.</s> <\|message\|>Alexander Faulkner Alex had finished his business and was now walking back to the main building. He was beginning to like walking wherever he wanted to go as it gave him the chance to observe other people and generaly the world around him. He had been living in a self-inflicted isolation for the last ten years, after the incident. He decided enough was enough. He would return to the outside world and was willing to even use force on himself if it came down to it. On his way back he spotted Marcus and, presumably, a new student, preparing to fight. This seems interesting he thought and sat down in a nearby bench, waiting for the fight to start.</s> <\|message\|>Elizabeth Moon. Liz for short "Well even if this is training I want to go all out as well, so how about what ever the result is we call it a draw? That works out best for us both anyway, you don't want to fall out of the council and I don't really want to be in the council." Liz explained and lifted her hands "With the power of water at my fingertips and the water elemental in my soul I crack the seal." She spoke and the seal on her back that Meruin's master had once helped make stronger glowed as her body quickly changed to being made completely of water "Ok, we can begin now then Marcus."</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy Meruin tried to conceal the small smile on her face. "I see the seal is working properly. That's good." She wanted to ask if it's been any help to her but Meruin decided it would be best to let her concentrate on the fight. There will be time to talk to her later anyway.</s>	<\|message\|>Sol ghost in black Sol finally stood up from where he was sitting confident that the array of spells he had prepared would be more than sufficient to obtain victory. He walked onto the court, "Since we can't use tennis rackets are we going to use only magic to control the field? If so then what are we playing to before victory is acquired?" he asked curious to see how this match would play out. Her array of magic was impressive but he was confident that his time spent preparing would be sufficient.</s>
<\|description\|>Sol Photo: Age: 21 Gender: Male Abilities: Wind magic, Fantastic sword play and martial artist skills, and is beginning to learn time magic. How you could work in a team: Doing anything necessary for success Personality: Sol is a firm believer is hard work. He is rather chivalrous and would never do anything to intentionally offend somebody, except in combat. Sol is a care-free guy but once he gets into a fight his focus becomes almost freakishly keen on the fight. He doesn't like suck ups or arrogant people, and is quite willing to stand up for what he believes in. Other: Lost his eye when the island exploded Two swords</s> <\|message\|>Deus Ira Deus sighed. There was always something, but decided not to get too involved with the reasons. He then turned to look at Meruin. "Not sure I quite understand what you're trying to say but...Hopefully you'll be able to train me, I need it to accomplish something. No, it has nothing to do with Cornelia." Deus stretched tiredly. He began to walk back inside the Room and looked back at Meruin. "As soon as you get a response, do tell me please." Deus disappeared from sight enetering the Cafeteria.</s> <\|message\|>Elizabeth Moon. Liz for short Liz looked a bit annoyed when Meruin walked off with no response to her earlier question but figured that was typical of the girl and took the chance to take the pills from before. Finishing her food and drink she had also bought to the table she looked when Meruin mentioned her masters, Liz still wanted to beat Chase for the humiliation in the last fight more then anything but she also wanted to consult Reina on something so either one the young mage encountered would do.</s> <\|message\|>Pamela Armellia Cruz Meister Location: Room 102 On his bed, looking at the empty roof, Cruz wondered many things about himself. Am I... strong to do anything? Maybe I'm pursuing a hopeless obejctive. After all, there's not one single time that I don't cause trouble to others..., he thought. He really wanted to be something, not just for him, but to everyone. Pamela Armellia and Agni Blackheart Location: Boys' Dormitory - Outside Room 102 She stood there, like some kind of guard that was protecting a VIP. She literally blocked the room with herself. "Well, so far, so good~! Nothing happened yet, so this is going to be-", she spoke, until a big number of boys ran towards her. "EEEEEEK!! H-Heeelp!!", she spoke, running away from the door. The legion of boys chased her. That was the opportunity he awaited so much. Agni, who had recently recovered from the battle, stood right there alone, looking at the door. "There's no one to stop me now. Cruz Meister, be ready to meet your doom.", he said, walking towards the door. Lynda "Lyn" Hermit Location: Corridor to the Student Council Room Lyn left her post so she could talk to Ryan. Her curiosity surrounded one certain thing: Cruz's pendant. Since the council member seemed to know about technomagicians, she thought of him as the only option. She held Pamela's cellphone, which she used to take a photo of the pendant, since she wasn't able to take it out of Cruz's neck. That pendant is something, I have an itch. And I'm going to discover about it., she said.</s> <\|message\|>Sol Sol sighed, his fun was ruined once again, oh well. He tapped his bracelet and the field retracted and vanished, taking all the damage with it. He turned to face Marcus sighing, it seemed his name was now pirate guy, whatever. "My fighting style? It's not so much of a style. Simply free form swordplay and magic where needed. If I had to call it something it would be an opportunist style, best in melees, as you saw I didn't spend much energy in that fight while you and Dues were pumping out magic, or in your case Ki, everywhere. I had prepared a spell and was going up the ante so to speak until it was so abruptly canceled. Anything more you wish to know?" Sol inquired. Fun but he would sit back down and see if Marcus had anything else to say, if not they perhaps he could wander around and find some other class that was exciting. @Slendy</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan sat there contemplating his problems when he heard someone outside the door. "Come in. Or don't. Whatever." He called to the person outside. He closed his eyes and began looking at people through his "magic cameras" he planted all over the school. It was really just enchanted ice, but it sounded cooler when he called them "magic cameras". He looked at Cruz's room and gasped. "Change of plans, I'm going out!" Ryan rushed out the door and pushed past Lyn. He stopped and looked at her. "I thought I told you and Ms. Armelia to watch Mr. Meister!" He looked absolutely furious as he glanced towards the door. He vaguely considered leaving her, but he was sure Cruz would be fine for an extra minute or so.</s> <\|message\|>Pamela Armellia Lynda "Lyn" Hermit Location: Corridor to the Student Council Room "Dude, why are you getting so freaked out? The other one is there, so there's no prob-", she said. However, when she saw the cameras, Lyn too freaked a little. "Effing Pamela, I told her not to leave her post, damnit!!", she screamed, running back to the room. Cruz Meister and Agni Blackheart Location: Room 102 As Cruz looked to the roof once again, the door finally broke itself apart. In the space left by it, stood Agni, holding his flame scythe. "Y-You!!", he said, getting up. His leg flickered in the moment he stepped on the ground, making him fall. "There's no one in my way anymore. Today will be the day that I'll finally have my revenge. All those years that me and my sister passed suffering will not be in vain.", he said, ready to dash at him. "H-Hold on! At least, tell me what did I do! I don't get it! Why you want to kill me so much?", Cruz asked, still not able to get up. "Don't feign ignorance!! You know very well what you did to me, you murderer!!", Agni screamed. "Murderer?! I would never kill someone! That's something against my principles!", he tried to explain. "Shut up!! If it wasn't you... I... I would be with my mother!!", Agni said. Cruz, upon hearing those words, was able to reason with Agni's vengeful hatred towards him. Even so, he knew that he didn't kill anyone. "I... killed your mother? That's pretty much impossible! I don't remember even meeting her!", he spoke. "Oh yeah?! Then, why her last words were your surname?! Before she died, she said 'Meister'!! I remember it perfectly!!", he said, walking forward. "Even if I had met her, I would never kill her! If she was someone so nice to not have killed me when we met, I wouldn't backstab her like the actual person who killed her did!", he spoke. "You...!! YOU!!", Agni's scream mixed with his dashing. Since he was unable to move, Cruz was slashed by Agni. "Gggh..!!", he groaned in pain. "Still alive... then, one more and I'll end this!!", he said.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan burst through the floor as he pulled out his sword. He landed in between Agni and Cruz and grimaced. "I'll repair that later." He took a hand off the sword and pulled out a small pistol from his pocket. No one ever expected him to use non magical weaponry. He began firing and walked forward slowly to try and push Agni out of the room. " You are not going to kill Mr Meister! Boo freaking hoo, you're mother died! Mine did too, grow up and deal with it!" He stopped firing and looked at Cruz. "I do believe your girlfriend will be coming to save you soon. Try not to slow her down." He looked back at Agni. "I heard the whole scenario. Have you stopped to consider that some other Meister somewhere in the world, killed her? Or maybe that when she said Meister, she wasn't talking about her killer?" He threw his gun to the side and he began glowing. "Either way, I don't care. Just walk away."</s> <\|message\|>Marcus Gracy Marcus listened as Sol explained how he uses his swords and applies magical abilities to spots that needed said magic. "Your pretty strong" He said after Sol had finished talking. Marcus' class was sort of an advisory class so it ended not to long after him and Sol's conversation. "So, why doesn't a powerful person like yourself have a rank in the council?" Marcus asked probably mowing the answer. The council has be shady the pass months and Ryan has been more of a disciplinary type of member. The council should disbanned or have a serious meeting about this but that'll be tough. For now Marcus is just gonna stay in the council and see how things play out for the group.</s> <\|message\|>Elizabeth Moon. Liz for short "Some people are not interested in being on the council." Liz responded to Marcus's question out of nowhere as she had finished her food and left the cafeteria to find out where the others were and had found Sol and Marcus so decided to chat with them "By the looks of you two I just missed a chance to spectate a fight, did you win?" She asked either of the boys in front of her.</s> <\|message\|>Sol Sol thought about it briefly. "Never felt the need I suppose. Not that advancing in rank couldn't be fun. If the opportunity comes up I certainly won't pass it by. It has been a bit droll lately." He turned to face Liz. "Indeed, more of a brawl but we were stopped just short of the fun starting by some council member, Ryan, I think, real pity that. Oh well suppose I have to find something else to do." He smiled mischievously, "Or perhaps make something to do." Sol said thoughtfully.</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy Meruin sat in front of a marble table just outside the cafeteria and close to where she and Deus had their conversation. A magic circle was drawn all over the entirety of the table, and glowing slightly. Meruin was opening up a channel over a ley-line to contact Master Reina and Lady Chase. She smiled inwardly. It had been far too long since she had last talked to them. In but a moment, the magic circle on the table flared to life, and two hazy screens floated in the air to Meruin's left and right. "Aah, Meruin, my dear apprentice, it's been awhile since you've contacted me. Is everything going well?" "Gyahaha~! Meruin, so nice of you to call me! Though I see you've also chosen to give Reina a little ring~ So, what is it you need, Little One~?" The new voices came from Meruins right and left respectively. Accompanying them was the live images of two people - a tall, silver haired woman, wore wore simple white long robes, whose hair reached past her heels and flowed across the floor; the other woman was comparatively short in height, and decked almost completely in golden articles of clothing, from the golden ribbons the tied the sides of her shoulder-length hair together in a braid, to the golden silk skirt adorned with designs that seemed to change with every angle. Despite the physical differences between the two, however, what was common between them was the unmistakable and oppressive aura of power that the two of them possessed. Although the people staring at Meruin through the screen were mere projections of women who were so far away, they weren't even in her dimension, the power of their aura reached across space time and flooded through Meruin's spell. Alone, this aura was already terrible to even the most veteran of mages, but together, it was downright suffocating. Meruin, however, was long prepared for this, thus the barriers around her kept her from collapsing like she did so many years ago. The same could not be said for the people around her. Students of all ages and abilities in an area of ten meters suddenly started dropping like flies, caught by surprise by the sudden air of oppressive power. Some were gasping for air, while others had simply passed out from exhaustion. Meruin furrowed her eyebrows. Unless asked, her Master and her masters rival were loathe to keep their aura's under control, and Meruin couldn't project a barrier big enough or strong enough to protect everyone around her. Such thoughts escaped her mind for the time being as she faced the two most important people in her life with a smile. "Greetings, Master Reina, Lady Chase; it has indeed been far too long," she said, bowing at the waist slightly. "I'm in good health, and things are going smoothly for me, however I'm in need of advice over a recent affair . . ."</s>	<\|message\|>Sol Sol flinched as he felt a massive surge in power. One that was very famaliar, well two to be precise. "A moment please." he said excusing himself from the conversation and striding purposfully towards the source. Not hard to find at all since it was pratically suffocating from several rooms away. He had devolped a trick for this, although it had many more pratical applications then this. Sol warped the air around him forcing it to remain frozen in time. Thus when he walked into the room with Meruin and her master's the air around him was simply unaffected by thier aruas. Yet. "Pardon me" he said upon entering the room and quickly replicated the magic he had around himself and set it around the portals leaking the oppresive arua freeing the nearby students. "You should really be more careful about that Meruin, you could cause some serious damage if someone isn't expecting it. Hope you didn't mind me evasdropping until your finished?" Sol inquired. Of course the only reason his magic worked was because he wasn't contesting the master's power, he was simply delaying its effect. He was also curious to see just what Meruin had thought so important as to call Chase and Reina for.</s>
<\|description\|>Sol Photo: Age: 21 Gender: Male Abilities: Wind magic, Fantastic sword play and martial artist skills, and is beginning to learn time magic. How you could work in a team: Doing anything necessary for success Personality: Sol is a firm believer is hard work. He is rather chivalrous and would never do anything to intentionally offend somebody, except in combat. Sol is a care-free guy but once he gets into a fight his focus becomes almost freakishly keen on the fight. He doesn't like suck ups or arrogant people, and is quite willing to stand up for what he believes in. Other: Lost his eye when the island exploded Two swords</s> <\|message\|>Deus Ira Deus scratched his head wondering if asking Meruin was a good choice. He grinned then sighed and decided to get away from everyone. Deus made his way to the nearest window and jumped off, using Aura Manipulation to glide down. Once he landed he looked at the grass , then up at the sky. Where could the Philosopher's Stone be? It can't be to the south or the north because that's where it was found last, at least what the stories say.....Better get to work. Deus sighed, and then proceeded to clap his hands. He placed them on the floor and suddenly, Red Electricity could be seen outside of the school. Out of the ground poped out about 20 Earth Golems, average human size. Well, even if it is a fake, it's Alchemical Power is still strong.. Deus granted the Golems a mind of their own being able to perceive and plan for attacks, plus they had the power to Manipulate Earth. Deus then clapped his hands again, and with the red lightning he pulled out a Steel Spear and a Scythe. The Golems began their attack and Deus ran head first. There are three stages to Alchemy. The first one is Comprehension, which is to understand the components of the element you are transmutating. The Second Stage is Deconstruction, which is Using energy to break down the physical structure of the identified material into a more malleable state so as to be easily reshaped into a new form. Now, this is where Deus stops and dosen't go all the way to the 3rd step. He deconstructs the golems in order to finish them off. But once he's done, he reconstructs them again. This is in order to find out how long he could last using Alchemy.</s> <\|message\|>Sol Sol grinned at little with the praise from Meruin's masters, praise from the master magicians that had set him on this path was noteworthy indeed. Though he was surprised when he heard Meruin's request and just how seriously she was taking this whole thing, though she seemed very well suited to the task. Deciding that he had heard all he wanted to, Sol turned to leave and in doing so noticed a rather disheveled Marcus. "You all right there buddy?" Sol asked concerned, Marcus was leaking power everywhere and was looking rather strange to boot. Perhaps he had some sort of reaction to Meruin's masters showing up, Sol quickly checked his barriers but they were still up so it couldn't have been that. @Slendy</s> <\|message\|>Slick Sloth Zairos III "Uh... well I can't really say. Don't worry I'm doing anything perverted." Slick continued to dig, turning away from Ryan.</s> <\|message\|>Deus Ira Deus sighed as he walked back inside to the school. On one hand was a perfected Durendal and on the other was St.George's sword, Ascalon, the perfected version. He walked towards the cafeteria where he saw that Meruin, Liz and Ryan where all at the same place. At the same time, two figures were emanating a gigantic aura. He noticed that Meruin was confused about what to do and he sighed as he walked to her. Once he was next to her, Deus made the swords dissapear. "Oi Merun, if you were so confused about what to do you should have refused or just told me. I want to polish my skills sure, but if that means making a friend so uncertain and confused then I'd rather not go forward with it." Deus then turned to Meruin's masters. "I'm sorry for not introducing Myself, My name is Deus, the one who asked Meruin to train me. I'm sorry If I caused any trouble, I just wanted to surpass my father Merlin. Meruin is a great Magus as I see her, I thought she just might be able to train me." Deus sighed.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon @TheHangedMan@BranchOfSin "Just know I don't tolerate liars OR perverts." Ryan teleported away and landed on his feet outside the room Meruin and company was in. He felt the insane power coming off of the Master Magus and hastily constructed a barrier around himself. He noticed a barrier around the room, but it wasn't strong enough to fully stifle the aura. He slapped a few paper tags on the door to try and restrain the powerful aura further and walked in. "Meruin, please be more careful when communicating with your Masters. I saw 5 passed out students outside the room. You're lucky that they probably don't need medical attention." He hesitated for a moment. "Do they need medical attention? I don't think I checked." He summoned a minor wind demon to get the nurse just in case. "Either way, please exercise caution in the future."</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy & @floodtalon & @Slendy & @Eklispe & @Dash375 & @BranchOfSin Reina laughed suddenly, her light voice tinkling into Meruin's ears. "Meruin, my dear apprentice, what's there to be worried about? Have I not taught you that the second thing you need the most as a mage is confidence?" The first thing you needed most was caution, by the way. "No, don't fear for failure, fear the chances lost instead! Discovery at the cost of risk is the life of one who pursues the path of magic, and so it shall always be. If you want to teach this Deus magic, then so be it! I have complete confidence in you, Meruin." At her masters encouraging words, Meruin's face immediately lit up, giving sight to a rare and bright smile from the small mage. She nodded her head in accordance and turned to Deus without further delay. "I am sorry for postponing my answer until now, Deus. I didn't want to refuse - Ido want to teach you, but at the same time, I had worried I might not do justice to your potential. I will do away with those worries, and if you will have me as your teacher, I will gladly accept your offer!" While all this was going on, Chase kept silent. She looked to Sol, to Liz, to Deus, to Meruin and finally, to Ryan. While Reina talked, Chase's grin grew uncontrollably and when Meruin had finished, Chase gave a long, cheery laugh. "Wahahahahahaha~ You know what? I think I like you kids! You've all great potential, such that I haven't seen in year! I see a magic time knight," she said, looking at Sol. "A repository for the elements!" This was said looking at Liz. "The child of Merlin! And I must say that was a surprise!" Obviously, this was looking at Deus. "And a mage with talent nearly enough to rival my Meruin!" Looking at Ryan. "And finally, that little man slinking in the background who smells of negative energy!" She wasn't looking in his direction, but she was definitely referring to Marcus. "You're all such interesting children! It would be a crime not to taste you when your young and yet to be broken!" she declared, and suddenly Reina's eyes widened as she realized what Chase was about to do. In a split second both the silver and gold archmages disappeared from their screens along with their auras. Meruin's own eyes widened as well, and she cast as many barriers as she could in the scant few seconds she had to spare. Suddenly, the heavy oppressive auras that had disappeared came back, but worse. Much, much worse. For one, horrible horrible second, it felt as if the heavens had crashed down into earth and pulverized everyone with its weight. And then, it was gone. Hovering exactly where their images once stood were the two grand witches themselves. Reina was glaring at Chase, who was grinning down on everyone else from where she floated. "Chase . . ." said Reina warningly. "Don't you worry Reina, I simply want to taste their potential in person, especially given how they've developed," responded Chase coolly. "So, children, what say you? Care for a little wager? "All of you against me in true battle, and I will use only 1 / 1,000,000 of my abilities. I win if just one of you gives up, and you win if you can land even a small scratch on me. If you win, I will give you a little gift from my own treasury, and if I win, I seal your abilities for one week. What do you think?" Reina and Meruin inhaled sharply. On one hand, fighting Chase, one of the most brilliant combat mages on the world, no matter how she handicapped herself was . . . . daunting, to say the least, but on the other hand, Chase was a thief, inventor and an alchemist of epic proportions. She stole from gods, kings, and god-kings, and had herself similarly made items to rival that which she stole and her treasures were absolutely of the highest tier. If - if - they won . . . even Reina herself thought of participating in the battle, before realizing she'd offered this deal only to the young ones in front of them.</s> <\|message\|>Slick Sloth Zairos III Slick turned to see Ryan had disappeared, shrugged and carried on working. Slick began to put wires in, making a concealed wire path to his room. He threw a roll of wires down the whole he'd dug, which by now was deep enough for two men stood on each other's shoulders to fit in.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan frowned and thought on Chase's offer. Losing his abilities for a week would be detrimental to his job as Disciplinary Committee Leader, but a personal treasure from Chase's treasury... "I'm in. I'm highly likely to lose, but on the off chance I win... I would advance my potential immensely." Ryan looked at Chase with a hardened and determined stare. "You would do well to not underestimate us. I will now revise my earlier statement. I am not likely to lose whatsoever. Not only will I win, but I will do it in record time." Ryan smiled and decided to up the stakes. "I would actually like to place an additional wager. I will be the one to land the scratch on you. If I do, I want two treasures. If I do not and someone else does, you will seal my abilities for a week. If we all fail, you will seal my abilities for two weeks. Does that sound nice?" Ryan asked. He already wanted to take his words back, but it was too late. His pride was on the line now.</s> <\|message\|>Deus Ira Deus looked at Meruin and smiled. He was glad that Meruin had accepted his offer. He then thought of Lady Chase's wager. Sealing his powers for a week? That wouldn't be a problem. The problem was how they would fare against her. Even if she was only using some part of her powers, Deus knew that she would still be just as destructive. He smiled, he knew that a chance like this might not come again in years to come, besides this was his chance to test that thing out. He nodded at Lady Chase's offer. He knew that this was suicide, but what better way off testing out your skills than against one of the most Powerful mages in the world, the universe even. "I'm in. But I suggest we do this far away from the school, or we might cause some damage." Deus said. But then he looked at Ryan and sighed. "Oi, Oi Ryan......Oh well, Guess I'll just play along instead..." Deus said. If worst comes to pass, I still have my trump card Which I can only use twice per day...</s> <\|message\|>Marcus Gracy Marcus felt a chill run down his spine when Chase mentioned something that closely fits his description. He came out of hiding and nodded as if he told Sol he was okay. The mysterious women disappeared for a few seconds and returned in person radiating an immense amount of power for a previous moment. This must be the reason why 3 is so powerful. Marcus stayed back and listen to the words exchanged between his friends and the mysterious women. Marcus was a person to never turn down a fight so hands down he accepted the challenge. "Excuse me but I promise you miss- you won't be bored when fighting us. After all your fighting some of the schools council members. Although judging from your intense power its gonna be hell for us.....I accept your challenge.." He said with his dark blue eyes which were filled with controllable negative energy starred directly at Chase. Just by looking at the woman Marcus knew he had a battle to look forward to.</s>	<\|message\|>Sol Sol turned around and listened to what Chase had to say, a magic time knight eh? He liked the sound of that. Sol was about to reply when they suddenly vanished from the portals they were in, a brief moment of confusion before they appeared in person exuding a ungodly amount of power practically crushing his barriers out of existence before it was reigned back under control. He had to admit the offer was certainly tantalizing, though it was certainly terrifying that Chase thought that she could fight at one one-trillionith of her power and still fight against all of them. Of course Sol never had been one to back down from a challenge. "Well I don't see why not, let us see glimpse of the power that the Empress of Destruction wields, as for collateral if we all activate our bracelets and Chase agrees not to purposefully destroy the barrier that should contain it." Sol said thoroughly intrigued to see how this would turn out. If nothing else and they lost Sol would have to time to hone his sword skills, which admittedly he had been slacking in somewhat.</s>
<\|description\|>Sol Photo: Age: 21 Gender: Male Abilities: Wind magic, Fantastic sword play and martial artist skills, and is beginning to learn time magic. How you could work in a team: Doing anything necessary for success Personality: Sol is a firm believer is hard work. He is rather chivalrous and would never do anything to intentionally offend somebody, except in combat. Sol is a care-free guy but once he gets into a fight his focus becomes almost freakishly keen on the fight. He doesn't like suck ups or arrogant people, and is quite willing to stand up for what he believes in. Other: Lost his eye when the island exploded Two swords</s> <\|message\|>Slick Sloth Zairos III Slick turned to see Ryan had disappeared, shrugged and carried on working. Slick began to put wires in, making a concealed wire path to his room. He threw a roll of wires down the whole he'd dug, which by now was deep enough for two men stood on each other's shoulders to fit in.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan frowned and thought on Chase's offer. Losing his abilities for a week would be detrimental to his job as Disciplinary Committee Leader, but a personal treasure from Chase's treasury... "I'm in. I'm highly likely to lose, but on the off chance I win... I would advance my potential immensely." Ryan looked at Chase with a hardened and determined stare. "You would do well to not underestimate us. I will now revise my earlier statement. I am not likely to lose whatsoever. Not only will I win, but I will do it in record time." Ryan smiled and decided to up the stakes. "I would actually like to place an additional wager. I will be the one to land the scratch on you. If I do, I want two treasures. If I do not and someone else does, you will seal my abilities for a week. If we all fail, you will seal my abilities for two weeks. Does that sound nice?" Ryan asked. He already wanted to take his words back, but it was too late. His pride was on the line now.</s> <\|message\|>Deus Ira Deus looked at Meruin and smiled. He was glad that Meruin had accepted his offer. He then thought of Lady Chase's wager. Sealing his powers for a week? That wouldn't be a problem. The problem was how they would fare against her. Even if she was only using some part of her powers, Deus knew that she would still be just as destructive. He smiled, he knew that a chance like this might not come again in years to come, besides this was his chance to test that thing out. He nodded at Lady Chase's offer. He knew that this was suicide, but what better way off testing out your skills than against one of the most Powerful mages in the world, the universe even. "I'm in. But I suggest we do this far away from the school, or we might cause some damage." Deus said. But then he looked at Ryan and sighed. "Oi, Oi Ryan......Oh well, Guess I'll just play along instead..." Deus said. If worst comes to pass, I still have my trump card Which I can only use twice per day...</s> <\|message\|>Marcus Gracy Marcus felt a chill run down his spine when Chase mentioned something that closely fits his description. He came out of hiding and nodded as if he told Sol he was okay. The mysterious women disappeared for a few seconds and returned in person radiating an immense amount of power for a previous moment. This must be the reason why 3 is so powerful. Marcus stayed back and listen to the words exchanged between his friends and the mysterious women. Marcus was a person to never turn down a fight so hands down he accepted the challenge. "Excuse me but I promise you miss- you won't be bored when fighting us. After all your fighting some of the schools council members. Although judging from your intense power its gonna be hell for us.....I accept your challenge.." He said with his dark blue eyes which were filled with controllable negative energy starred directly at Chase. Just by looking at the woman Marcus knew he had a battle to look forward to.</s> <\|message\|>Sol Sol turned around and listened to what Chase had to say, a magic time knight eh? He liked the sound of that. Sol was about to reply when they suddenly vanished from the portals they were in, a brief moment of confusion before they appeared in person exuding a ungodly amount of power practically crushing his barriers out of existence before it was reigned back under control. He had to admit the offer was certainly tantalizing, though it was certainly terrifying that Chase thought that she could fight at one one-trillionith of her power and still fight against all of them. Of course Sol never had been one to back down from a challenge. "Well I don't see why not, let us see glimpse of the power that the Empress of Destruction wields, as for collateral if we all activate our bracelets and Chase agrees not to purposefully destroy the barrier that should contain it." Sol said thoroughly intrigued to see how this would turn out. If nothing else and they lost Sol would have to time to hone his sword skills, which admittedly he had been slacking in somewhat.</s> <\|message\|>Elizabeth Moon. Liz for short Liz listened to Chase's compliments to herself and the rest "Fancy word of saying storage box for the elementals." She rolled her eyes the little mage becoming all the more unlikable to the person who wanted to beat Chase more then anyone else which is why it might of been strange when she showed reluctance to accept and instead bit her lip obvious in thought. "I guess I am in." Liz sighed raising her hand and stopped leaning against the wall to stand on her legs and walked over to Sol "Keep an eye on me." She whispered quiet enough so that only he could hear and put a box in his pocket since she was the one she knew the longest and could likely trust before walking away and leaving it at that.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon @Eklispe@Slendy@BranchOfSin@TheHangedMan Ryan smile grew almost psychotic as he heard each confirmation. "Well then? Let's get this party started! The stakes are high, the challenge higher! Surrender is not an option! Understood!" He yelled at every one as his voice got continuously louder. He then realized what he was doing and shook his head. "Let's start this confrontation." He said calmly, though you could see the madness in his eyes.</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy & @floodtalon & @Eklispe & @Slendy & @BranchOfSin Meruin shivered in excitement. Outwardly, she was quite mellow and seemed to be more interested in research rather than combat, however that was far from the truth. Meruin was someone who loved the thrill of the fight, and relished in its experience. It was only because of her definition of combat that prevented her from being serious. There were some qualifications to be met before she could consider something a 'serious' fight and act accordingly. Such a situation was now. Against Chase, nothing but preforming beyond her best would suffice. The golden witch swept her eyes across her opponents. Young talents, all of them, but untempered as of yet. Each of them had very little in the fine art of restraint, even Meruin. A useful attitude to have now, as they were in their youth, but dangerous in the future. Chase would see if she could cultivate that same attitude into them. With a grin, the golden witch floated off the ground, and gave Reina a look. "Well, they're worried about the destruction of their school. Want to do something about it, Reina?" The silver haired witch shook her head in exasperation, before flicking her wrist and snapping a slender finger. A huge magic circle, larger than the island of the school itself, flared to life and engulfed the small landmass. With a whisper of a single word, the world became silver-ish in color, and all signs of life except for Reina, Chase, and her opponents disappeared. "No need to bother with those bracelets of yours, although I must say they are rather well made. I might want to speak with the makers. Anyway, as you can see, Reina has created a whole new space-and-time for us to fight to our hearts content. Now, I will wait by the entrance of the school and give you a single minute to plan before we start, unless . . . you would rather we begin now? By all means, go ahead and do so; I'm feeling rather impatient myself." Meruin turned to look at her schoolmates. "I vote that we take Lady Chase's offer." She was seriously hoping the others would as well.</s> <\|message\|>Deus Ira @Dash375 @floodtalon @Eklispe @Slendy Deus Deus looked at Chase and started Calculating many plans in his head. One of them had to do with using Banishing Shift. The other was to fight in a team. Which seriously seemed like a great Idea but Deus knew that some of the people here would love to fight one on one instead of fighting like a team. Deus nodded at Meruin. "How about you give us time to prep up, Starting the fight now would be reckless without most of us knowing your abilities first anyways." Deus then clapped his hands together and out of the ground made Durendal appear. "So now, what does everybody else think?" Cornelia She was reading a book when she sensed that the school, rather the whole Island was Isolated from reality and put in its own Space-Time. Of course Cornelia was able to protect herself from this since her mastery was Space-Time along with Subjective Reality. She put her book down and sighed. This was a magician's work, and a very powerful one at that too. Cornelia smiled, there was going to be a fight and she was planning to join the fun.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon @TheHangedMan@Dash375@Eklispe@Slendy "I think, that unless we work together we're screwed." Ryan drew Honjo Masamune and gestured towards it. "I believe our best bet is this sword. I have explained it in the past, but let me explain again. This sword has the ability to cut through anything when enough power is pumped through it. Normally, I would stand no chance of scratching Lady Chase with this, but if I can catch her off guard or someone gives me an opening, I could definitely scratch her. If it comes down to it, I have my Grimoire as well. Any objections?" Ryan explained his plan of attack as he re-sheathed his sword.</s> <\|message\|>Deus Ira "If we are talking about cutting things, then Durendal, Cliburn or Murakamo can do just as much damage with an addition of Magic Damage too..."Deus said as he summoned Kusanagi and Clariburn. But suddenly, Kusanagi began to glow a black color. I wouldn't be so sure Deus Out of a sword cane out a voice that could be heard by everyone. "Amaterasu?! HavenHaven't heard from you in a while, anyways, what do you mean that Kusanagi or Clariburn or Durendal won't work?" Deus asked. [Well she's a magician right? Wouldn't magicians be able to sense Magic? All three of these weapons are magic, they would damage the surrounding areas but not the magician itself if she can sense them. Our safest bet is to go along with Masamune since it isn't completely made of magic.] Deus nodded. It kinda made sense. He then took out a paper sheet from his back pocket that had some Japanese letters and a small black orb.</s> <\|message\|>Marcus Gracy "If we want to win we should go all out!" Marcus unnecessarily shouted. He was pumped. Someone even stronger than 3 is an opponent worthy of a full out fight. "Personally I'd say let's do are own ways but teaming up gives us a lot of optional victories. As most of you know I'm more bronze then brains so I'll happily play decoy. Plus this gives me a chance to use Taijitu mode." Marcus sat criss cross on the mysterious surface. Now all he has to do is wait for the rest of the brilliant minds to come up with an awesome plan to defeat Chase.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon @BranchOfSin "I agree. We most definitely need to go all out. However, our plan just needs to be as basic as possible. I have the experience to say that specific combat plans just don't work." Ryan looked at Deus' talking sword but disregarded it. It agreed with him, which was nice. Ryan then turned his attention towards the entire group. "Here's my idea. Liz will create a smokescreen with her water and fire elementals, which will give Meruin an opportunity to go after Chase. She won't hit her, but she will get her to move. Marcus and Deus will try to pincer her and guide her to me. I will be maneuver behind her and try to get the strike. I won't hit, but we'll have a small advantage. Getting her mobile is essential, her most dangerous spells will be the ones that require focus and her being still. Any questions?" Ryan explained his plan and looked at everyone.</s>	<\|message\|>Sol "Of course, I won't mind a minute of down time to prepare." Sol said grinning. He spent a brief moment considering Ryan's idea, he didn't like it. Chase specialized in breaking everything and anything, going at her with the hopes of landing a single powerful attack was unlikely to work. The way to go about was an overwhelming amount of constant attacks giving no chance to go on the offensive; Meruin was probably their best shot at this in his opinion. While the idea of keeping her mobile was a good one Chase no doubt had more than enough experience casting on the move. Figuring he had more than enough time, he quickly warped back to the entrance of the school leaving his schoolmates to their own devices and wondering what exactly the purpose was of the box Liz had given him was. No matter he would figure it out if the time came, now though was very important to get as much preparation as he could. First he forcibly grabbed a hold of time in the area, much easier actually since they were already in a distorted area, and made it run slower much slower. That should buy him a considerable more amount of time, after all Chase had never said how long the minute was. Then he set to creating runes, hundreds of runes around the area, there was no point in holding back. He set proximity runes, tracking runes, escape runes, time runes, everything he could possibly think of. By the time he was finished the entire school was covered in runes that he could activate at any time, since he didn't know how much moving Chase would be doing he had to cover everywhere. Of course that meant he was starting the fight already a little tired from all the expended energy but in the end it should be worth.</s>
<\|description\|>Pamela Armellia "I am the Diva of the Academy! Bow before my music, as I have a voice that even sirens have jealousy!" Age: 16 Gender: Female Abilities: Pamela's ability is the manipulation of the sound and noise. The main function of her ability is to change direction of magical projectiles, hers or from the enemy. Other than that, she can shoot musical notes while singing and each of those notes cause debuffs. * Red: attack down * Blue: defense down * Green: evasion down * Yellow: speed down * Orange: dexterity down * Purple: element proficiency down Her strongest attack, called Super Duper Symphony!, is a giant barrage of pink lasers followed bu an enormous rainbow beam shot by her. How you could work in a team: Support/Debuffer Personality: Pamela's attitude can be resumed into one word - snobbish. She truly believes that her voice is the best and that she is the best singer in existence. She loves to brag about her powers and hates people who disagree with her. Pamela also is an attention-lover. Main Theme: Brand New Diva Everyday!! Battle Theme: The Little Diva Dance 2nd Battle Theme: It's Miss Pamela! Super Duper Symphony! Theme: Active Angel II "You really don't know your place, huh? Oh well, I guess I'll beat you down for my fun." Name: Lynda "Lyn" Hermit Age: 19 Gender: Female Abilities: Lyn manipulates darkness, but it take form as slashes. With her despisal of projectiles, Lyn is very physical. She can call a black energy blade on her hand and use it as a weapon. How you could work in a team: Offense Personality: Lyn is the kind of person that despise the weak. She only respects the people who are formidably strong. Her level of ignorance can be rather high, especially when she is in a bad mood. Lyn loves to fight, so she never refuses one. History: Although it is too her surname, Lynda is actually a hermit that lived with a tribe, hidden from communication. Her tribe excelled at spirit control, but Lyn was against that, saying that it violated those who wanted to rest in peace. She eventually came to learn her powers through her lack of training with spiritism and with it, came her desire to meet strong people. By learning it, she was banished from her tribe, accused of being a "heretic". Without anywhere to go, she heard about the academy and headed there, hoping to meet strong people to fight. Main Theme: Rumble Temple Battle Theme: Rog limitation 2nd Battle Theme: Phantom VS Current "... I suppose I can battle with you. Just try your best to survive." Name: Agni Blackheart Age: 18 Gender: Male Abilities: Agni is a controller of dark fire, using both Fire and Dark elements at once. He possess a familiar called Cerberus, which aids him in battle when summoned. His strongest attack, called Extinction Syndrome, allows him to unleash chaos and destruction in the battlefield and makes him transform into a Devil Lord, which amplifies his stats at 150% percent. How you could work in a team: Doesn't work on teams. Personality: Agni is a rather cold and lone person. He prefers to act and live by himself than depending on others. He accepts help in occasions that he really needs. Otherwise, he resolves the situation by himself. Another notable thing is that Agni hates lies. People who lie a those which he'll truly hate. Other: He carries with him his special grimoire, called the Word of Hatred. Main Theme: The Piano for Agni Battle Theme: The Executioner 2nd Battle Theme: Condemnation Wings -Remix- Devil Lord Form: The Tyrant -Remix- "Experience is only collected through reality, so I would certainly enjoy a battle against you." Name: Cruz Meister Age: 19 Gender: Male Abilities: Cruz uses technomagic, which include the use of his intelligence and memories in the form of Data. His technomagic specializes in illusionism. Other than that, he can gather loose parts and equipment to create weapons, which is a basic ability for technomagicians. His strongest attack, How you could work in a team: Tactical. Personality: After living a while with others, Cruz grew to be a firm, responsible person. He is really intelligent and likes to extend his hand to offer help to others. Cruz is fast learner when it comes to people, so he knows on who he should trust and who doesn't deserve it. Other: By advancing his knowledge in technomagic, Cruz has as his main weapon a W.D.W (Wing Drive Weapon), which act as swords. History: Cruz is one of the survivors of the academy's explosion. He escaped thanks to his A.I (Artifical Intelligence) Lhermite, that sacrificed itself by using the last of his energy to teleport Cruz back to the Hidden Realm of the Technomagic. Instead of returning to the external world, he passed 4 years of his life trying to resurrect his home, by putting everything back to work thanks to the Data he acquired in his academic life. After hearing that the academy has been re-opened, Cruz decided to return, in hopes of improving himself so he can complete what he began. Main Theme: Night Walker Battle Theme: Clockwork Doll 2nd Battle Theme: Bullet Dance -Remix- Code Omnicalibur/JUDGE Theme: Sword of Doom -Remix-</s> <\|message\|>Marcus Gracy Marcus continued to watch Ryan through his binoculars ignoring Tony's demand and said." I can handle my alcohol. Oh and thank you Alex for helping us." He puts the binoculars down and turned towards Alex to shake his hand." I'm Marcus , 8 on the student council and also your counsoler ,so if you have any girl problems or bully problems just come to me." He smiled heavily.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan looked at Lucy and noticed she seemed somewhat angry. "Forgive me, I seem to have ignored you. That is quite rude of me and I must amend for it. What was your name?" He really did feel a little bad about ignoring her. For just a millisecond you could see a bit of regret in his eyes but they quickly became the happy eyes that matched his smile. He looked over at Marcus with his binoculars and shook his head. "I do hope you're one of the more mature student council members around. The others I've met seem to be... What's the phrase, not the brightest bulb in the trees."</s> <\|message\|>Alexander Faulkner "You're welcome" Alex replied to Marcus and returned his handshake. "Although you might want to tone down the alcohol a little, It might cause you some problems in the future..." Alex added, hinting on Marcus being late to stop the fight himself. I wish I had girl problems Alex thought and picked a chair from a nearby table and sat down, waiting to be introduced to the others.</s> <\|message\|>Deus Ira "Oi, Ryan, whenever you're done checking out the competition get over here there's someone I want you to meet." Deus walked up to Cruz. "Hey Cruz, come with me for a second I want you to meet, someone whom helped us during the little Skirmish with Agni." Deus said dragging him towards Alex. "This is Alex, Cruz, he helped us in the fight with Agni."</s> <\|message\|>Marcus Gracy Marcus smiled." I don't drink much only on special occasions and when I'm not in the greatest of moods." He slowly grab his binoculars and watched Ryan." I think Ryan seen me?" He purposily waved at Ryan to get on his nerves.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan grimaced at all the attention on him. "Why can't they take their jobs seriously?" He asked himself under his breath.</s> <\|message\|>Pamela Armellia Cruz Meister Location: Cafeteria "Oh, so that was his name. Good to know.", he said, once he heard about Agni's name. "Oh, and it's really nice to meet you, Alex. As they said, my name's Cruz. Thanks for helping with that skirmish against Agni.", he said, smiling. Then, a beep was heard on the room. "Oh, sorry, that was a message. Just give me a moment.", Cruz said, opening a screen. The message contained strange symbols that no one would understand. ... Well, can't ask for more than this. The process will be slow, but it'll soon be resurrected. At least, I want it to leave the dead state that it currently holds., he thought. It was a message from an AI, speaking about the current state of the Hidden Realm of the Technomagic. He closed it and soon</s> <\|message\|>Marcus Gracy "Hey Tony. I wonder who Ryan is talking to anyways." Marcus paused for a few minutes."WHAT IF ONE OF THOSE GIRLS WAS......!!! Wait what was her name again?" He asked himself." Dude come with me over there so I won't look like a creep." Marcus said as he stood up preparing himself to walk over to Ryan.</s> <\|message\|>Alexander Faulkner "You're welcome" Alex said and watched as Cruz brought up a screen containing random letters that Alex couldn't identify; Must be his ability Alex thought and turned his attention towards the other guy Deus had called over. Was it Ryan? Alex wondered as he watched Marcus and the man talk.</s> <\|message\|>Eris Phyre Lyndwyrm "Hi I'm Eris, number 6 on the council" She said as she wiped her mouth. "what do you mean by "Mature" though?" She asked with a smile "i'm not that smart though i'm may be a little above average but not that much"</s> <\|message\|>Lucy Hart Lucy smiled, "it's fine, I'm Lucy, Lucy Hart. The block head next to the drunk guy is my brother. And yeah, he isn't the brightest bulb...." She said this lie without even flinching, she knew how insanely smart her brother was and even understood why he acted dumb. She was actually quite amused by it, people fell for it so easily. Lucy hadn't know what position Eris was in, she piped in, "hey that means you'll be fighting my brother to rank up. Shouldn't be too hard, he's like, reeallllyyy dumb." @Vec Tony resisted the urge to smack Marcus up the side of his head, "jesus dude you need to go sober up. Your acting like a royal dumbass. And yeah the blond girl is my sister, Lucy." the teen grumbled. He then turned to the new guy and said lifted his chin in greeting, "I'm Tony by the way." Hart also noted that Cruz brought up some sort of screen with weird symbols. It had to be his ability, he would keep that in mind.</s> <\|message\|>Marcus Gracy "I'm not even that drunk dude. At the most I'm like 90% sober right now." Marcus rolled up his sleeves and for one moment had a serious look on his face." Hey Tony , why does it seem like we're not the favorite group to be associated with. I'm students would rather blindly follow people like that small girl(Pamela) with her group of horny boys and clueless girls. I guess people doesn't like order." He looks at his metal canteen and smashes it between his hands until it was completely pulverized." I'm gonna go train in my office for the rest of the day." He walks away from the table.</s> <\|message\|>Sol Sol was once again impressed by Meruin's abilities, 13 more spells. If they had the power typical of Meruin's spells then it was quite a note worthy feat indeed. "I think I'll get myself a role on student council tomorrow when we receive our bracelets and can begin officially dueling for rank." he said considering whom to challenge and then mentally shrugging, he would just find someone and take their rank. "In any case my stomach informs me it's about lunch time so I at least need so food, have you eliminated such mundane needs or are you do you still eat like the rest of us?" Sol asks jokingly as he begins to walk towards the cafeteria</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon "You seem to be playing up just how dumb your brother is. Do you dislike him?" Ryan asked honestly. He really was quite clueless about these social situations. He also wondered where Meruin was. She was undoubtedly here. "Ahh, so you are number 6. How exciting, I cannot wait for our Gauntlets to arrive." He smiled a genuine smile for once then looked at Marcus. He observed Tony and quickly came to a conclusion based off of how he acted. "Is he number 5?" He asked without looking at either of them, instead focusing on Tony.</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy "Ah, well, if you need a recommendation on who would be a good fight, you can ask me - unless I'm the one being challenged, of course," she said. "And indeed, I still need to eat, and even if I did not, I would still do so. I find eating quite enjoyable, don't you know?" Meruin followed Sol to the cafeteria. She paused once she caught sight of several familiar faces - not just those of the Student Council. "Hm? Is that . . . ?" Ryan, also known as Tyler</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan suddenly shifted his focus when he saw Sol and Meruin. "Oh crap." He got up and looked at Eris and Lucy. "It was nice talking to both of you." He walked away and towards Meruin. "Hello Meruin, how's your Grimoire?"</s> <\|message\|>Deus Ira Deus took this chance to go train a bit with Marcus. "Hey Marcus, can I come with you, I would like to train with you a little bit at least." Deus said seriously, he wanted to see how strong Marcus was, seeing as how he's #8 in the council, Deus knew he couldn't take him lightly.</s>	<\|message\|>Pamela Armellia Cruz Meister Location: Cafeteria Cruz turned his screen off. Not by the fact that everyone knew his technomagic skills, but that he already knew what the message said. He started to eat his apple as he saw the reunion. The rest of the survivors have arrived, I suppose. Then again, just seeing them is good enough., he thought, while opening a smile. Agni Blackheart & Cerberus and Lynda "Lyn' Hermit Location: Outside the Cafeteria "Hey, Blackheart. How much will you stand there just watching?", Lynda said. They turned to look at the girl who stood behind them. "... Who are you?", he asked. "I saw her... she was watching our fight from the ceiling bars.", Cerberus responded. Agni growled a little, which made Lyn a little bothered. "... What do you want?", he asked. "Nothing from you. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll go into the cafeteria because I'm hungry. You coming?", she asked. But the answer she received wasn't nice. "Don't fake your charity, if you have any of it. Waste those sweet words with someone else. Cerberus, we're leaving.", he said, walking towards the exit. Cerberus followed him. Lynda shrugged and entered the cafeteria.</s>
<\|description\|>Pamela Armellia "I am the Diva of the Academy! Bow before my music, as I have a voice that even sirens have jealousy!" Age: 16 Gender: Female Abilities: Pamela's ability is the manipulation of the sound and noise. The main function of her ability is to change direction of magical projectiles, hers or from the enemy. Other than that, she can shoot musical notes while singing and each of those notes cause debuffs. * Red: attack down * Blue: defense down * Green: evasion down * Yellow: speed down * Orange: dexterity down * Purple: element proficiency down Her strongest attack, called Super Duper Symphony!, is a giant barrage of pink lasers followed bu an enormous rainbow beam shot by her. How you could work in a team: Support/Debuffer Personality: Pamela's attitude can be resumed into one word - snobbish. She truly believes that her voice is the best and that she is the best singer in existence. She loves to brag about her powers and hates people who disagree with her. Pamela also is an attention-lover. Main Theme: Brand New Diva Everyday!! Battle Theme: The Little Diva Dance 2nd Battle Theme: It's Miss Pamela! Super Duper Symphony! Theme: Active Angel II "You really don't know your place, huh? Oh well, I guess I'll beat you down for my fun." Name: Lynda "Lyn" Hermit Age: 19 Gender: Female Abilities: Lyn manipulates darkness, but it take form as slashes. With her despisal of projectiles, Lyn is very physical. She can call a black energy blade on her hand and use it as a weapon. How you could work in a team: Offense Personality: Lyn is the kind of person that despise the weak. She only respects the people who are formidably strong. Her level of ignorance can be rather high, especially when she is in a bad mood. Lyn loves to fight, so she never refuses one. History: Although it is too her surname, Lynda is actually a hermit that lived with a tribe, hidden from communication. Her tribe excelled at spirit control, but Lyn was against that, saying that it violated those who wanted to rest in peace. She eventually came to learn her powers through her lack of training with spiritism and with it, came her desire to meet strong people. By learning it, she was banished from her tribe, accused of being a "heretic". Without anywhere to go, she heard about the academy and headed there, hoping to meet strong people to fight. Main Theme: Rumble Temple Battle Theme: Rog limitation 2nd Battle Theme: Phantom VS Current "... I suppose I can battle with you. Just try your best to survive." Name: Agni Blackheart Age: 18 Gender: Male Abilities: Agni is a controller of dark fire, using both Fire and Dark elements at once. He possess a familiar called Cerberus, which aids him in battle when summoned. His strongest attack, called Extinction Syndrome, allows him to unleash chaos and destruction in the battlefield and makes him transform into a Devil Lord, which amplifies his stats at 150% percent. How you could work in a team: Doesn't work on teams. Personality: Agni is a rather cold and lone person. He prefers to act and live by himself than depending on others. He accepts help in occasions that he really needs. Otherwise, he resolves the situation by himself. Another notable thing is that Agni hates lies. People who lie a those which he'll truly hate. Other: He carries with him his special grimoire, called the Word of Hatred. Main Theme: The Piano for Agni Battle Theme: The Executioner 2nd Battle Theme: Condemnation Wings -Remix- Devil Lord Form: The Tyrant -Remix- "Experience is only collected through reality, so I would certainly enjoy a battle against you." Name: Cruz Meister Age: 19 Gender: Male Abilities: Cruz uses technomagic, which include the use of his intelligence and memories in the form of Data. His technomagic specializes in illusionism. Other than that, he can gather loose parts and equipment to create weapons, which is a basic ability for technomagicians. His strongest attack, How you could work in a team: Tactical. Personality: After living a while with others, Cruz grew to be a firm, responsible person. He is really intelligent and likes to extend his hand to offer help to others. Cruz is fast learner when it comes to people, so he knows on who he should trust and who doesn't deserve it. Other: By advancing his knowledge in technomagic, Cruz has as his main weapon a W.D.W (Wing Drive Weapon), which act as swords. History: Cruz is one of the survivors of the academy's explosion. He escaped thanks to his A.I (Artifical Intelligence) Lhermite, that sacrificed itself by using the last of his energy to teleport Cruz back to the Hidden Realm of the Technomagic. Instead of returning to the external world, he passed 4 years of his life trying to resurrect his home, by putting everything back to work thanks to the Data he acquired in his academic life. After hearing that the academy has been re-opened, Cruz decided to return, in hopes of improving himself so he can complete what he began. Main Theme: Night Walker Battle Theme: Clockwork Doll 2nd Battle Theme: Bullet Dance -Remix- Code Omnicalibur/JUDGE Theme: Sword of Doom -Remix-</s> <\|message\|>Alexander Faulkner Alex was at the edge of his seat the whole time. Fortunately, the fight had ended but Marcus seemed to be hurt. He walked over to the group as Meruin and the new student were kneeling before Marcus, tending to his injuries. A moment later Tony came as well and got to work, using his power to heal Marcus's wounds. "Did you have to taunt him so much?" he asked the new student."Didn't you figure out he was one of those guys that hates to admit defeat? You could have just surrendered when you realised he lo- Wait, you did realise he lost conciousness half-way into the match right? Ugh..." Alex turned his attention to Marcus; "We've got to take him to the nurse's office right now or there won't be a tommorow for him" said Alex, "Quickly all, grab something on me and be sure not to let go. I repeat, do not let go of me" he warned them and closed his eyes. Suddenly, mathematical formulas started appearing before him. He searched, found and locked on the right coordinates and after three seconds, all of them dissapeared and quickly reappeared at the nurses office. Alex let go of Marcus and dropped on the ground, panting for air. It had been a long time since he had teleported so many people at once and It took a toll on his body. He looked around to see if everyone was there.</s> <\|message\|>Deus Ira He grabbed onto Alex as they teleported to the infirmary. Deus opened his eyes wide. He did not need to do that, he could have healed him with his Aura by passing some of his life force to Marcus. He stretched out his arms. "Uhh guys, you do know that I could have healed him all along, restoring his life force by using mine right? It's a simple feat." Deus said scratching his cheek, he thought he had said that. He looked at Alex. 'He's exhausted a nice rest will heal him probably.'</s> <\|message\|>Elizabeth Moon. Liz for short "Tssk." Euphie ignored Alex for the most part while she was still confirming the condition of Marcus's mind. When done she then turned to him "Don't talk down to either of us like that human. This person wanted to go stronger and Liz decided that like herself she needed be physically and mentally pushed to reach new limits, and it worked as well so don't talk to me like you know everything unless you want to end up at the bottom of the ocean!" Euphie hissed not caring about being kind to people like Liz would "Anyway you can go now anyway, His mind should recover on its own accord." She spoke and walked away not heading with the rest of the group as Euphie made her way into the forest.</s> <\|message\|>Mithrail Godsend A couple landed straight in front of the entrance, after an hour or so of flying. A blue haired and proud looking woman and a slightly sleepy looking male. The young woman had a child strapped to her back that was happily dozing away. "Ah, so this is the school you went to, three years back?" asked Michael. Mithrail nodded. "Yes it is, though it was not truly much of a school as much as it was a gathering of pointless rabble," she muttered. "Mithrail, can we avoid getting into a fight on our first day please?" "I-if that's what you want, Michael. I make no promises, though." The two of them headed straight towards the school grounds. Michael was applying as a teacher, while Mithrail would be finishing her education on learning how to interact with mortals. Last year, she'd learned how to interact with the fragile part of humanity, now it was time to learn how to deal with the much sturdier portion of the species.</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy Meruin sat up straight. "Healing him with your life force was one option, however it would have taken a bit more time than what we were allotted." The short mage looked at the spot Marcus had been in and then trained her thoughts towards Euphie and Liz. "Honestly, pursuing strength is one thing, but being reckless is another matter entirely," she mumbled, "and Tony, despite his status, Marcus is still someone that strives to get stronger. It's his fault that he let himself be so easily swayed, however, technically, the limitations on his action here are the same as any other student; if he gets gravely injured in a fight like this simply because his opponent was stronger, then we cannot judge." Meruin was not about to let this simply blow over though. She would talk with Marcus and Liz . . . Euphie, whichever, once they were available.</s> <\|message\|>Deus Ira "But it would have been beneficial...Anyways I don't blamed Marcus. His hidden ability was just unlocked, and in a forceful way, so he was vulnerable to the Dark Side of chi. Anyways the point is he was being reckless, and having the Dark Side of chi manipulate him is worst. He wasn't trained properly to control his chi. Even though I don't control chi, but I control Aura so I can teach him the little bit that I know about chi so that this doesn't happen again." Deus picked up Marcus and layer him on a bed. He sat down next to him and touched his (Deus's) chest. Suddenly a Rainbow aura began to fill the room, it began to make his way to Marcus. He was passing some of his life force to Marcus restoring Marcus's life force. Once he was done he fell down on a chair gasping for air. Deus's life force would restore in a bit, as for Marcus, his life force was fully restored. "There....All done.."</s> <\|message\|>Slick Sloth Zairos III Slick sat on a sofa in the common room. waiting for his classes to start.</s> <\|message\|>Charlie M-Oni Charlie would arrive into the Common room, looking at the other students in the room and tap his chin "hm.. some familiar faces from yesterday" he then shrugs and takes a seat his magic carpet disappeared.</s> <\|message\|>Eris Phyre Lyndwyrm "Fine then, lets go" Eris said as she pushed a button on a remote hooked up to the launcher and canceled out the momentum of the ball that came rocketing out and caused it to spin on the flat of the blade of her sword before launching it at sol having the ball ride on a light blade directly over the net.</s> <\|message\|>Sol ghost in black Sol quickly reacted by gesturing upwards, causing the ball to spiral upward in a column of air before sending it hurtling towards Eris at a sharp angle. The metal ball was slightly heavier than he had anticipated so his aim was off a little but none the less the ball hurtled towards Eris's side of the court. The blade of light was interesting but it didn't seem suited for a match of this sort, once again he questioned why she had chosen tennis of all things.</s>	<\|message\|>Pamela Armellia Cruz Meister, Pamela Armellia and Lynda "Lyn" Hermit Location: Outside Court Cruz, who had been walikng with Pamela and her group for a while, reached the court to see the match. "Wow, a no power match? I'd never thought that someone would be doing such thing. Especially when the academy is filled with the unnatural.", he said. "Oh, oh, oh! Maybe we can play too! Like, in doubles! You and me against them!", she said, excited with the idea. Cruz gave her a little laugh. "Nah, I think I'll pass for now. We'll eventually have to train our physical attributes in class.", he said. A little heartbroken, Pamela gave him a false giggle and looked back to the ground. "Yo, Mr. Technomage.", a voice said from above. Sitting on a branch, Lynda watched the match as well. She was trying to be friendly with Cruz, but she still seemed to be cold since Lyn never saw Cruz in action. "Uh, hi. Who are you?", he asked. "Who cares? That's trivial for now. What matters here is you.", she said. "Hey, don't talk with him like that, you-", Pamela was going to insult but Cruz held her back before she could even speak a word. By seeing who stood in their front, it was obvious that caution is something necessary. After all, he didn't wanted to pull fights for now. "Ignoring your petty, nosy friend... I wanted to ask something. How come someone like you, that came from a race that has all information in the world, came here to the middle of nowhere?", Lyn questioned. "Having the theory is one thing. Knowing needs the external practice, which I lack on somethings.", he said. "Hmmm... I understand. Now, last question. Since you are friends with many people from the Student Council, how come you aren't one of them?", she questioned once again. "... Because in the last academy, I was unranked. You can ask any people from the Student Council and they'll say the same thing. Also, about being nosy, you can't comment that much, since I know you've been spying the council ever since that little fight you had with 10 girls.", he said. After hearing that, Lyn just gavem the a tch and kept looking at the match. Cruz walked forward, closer to the court. Pamela walked after him, showing her tongue to the hermit in the tree. Agni Blackheart & Cerberus Location: Rooftop That was the most lonely location he knew in the school. Except for the sun and its light, no one would disturb him. Or at least, he hoped for it. Agni was taking a breather until class would start. "It's unfortunate that I won't be able to leave class. To think that I have to share space with others...", he complained. "Well, we can sit on the most far corner of the class. Then, you will have your space, my master.", Cerberus said. His positivism was the only thing that sometimes made Agni laugh a little in a while. "The prying eyes, Cerberus. Everyone aims for the lone person staying quiet in the corner, hoping for him, her or it to do something. It wouldn't be a surprise if they decide to speak with me.", he said, disappointed. "Well, my master, you can simply ignore them. Like you always do.", Cerberus responded. Agni gave him a little smile and looked at the horizon. "If only the sky was black...", he said.</s>
<\|description\|>Pamela Armellia "I am the Diva of the Academy! Bow before my music, as I have a voice that even sirens have jealousy!" Age: 16 Gender: Female Abilities: Pamela's ability is the manipulation of the sound and noise. The main function of her ability is to change direction of magical projectiles, hers or from the enemy. Other than that, she can shoot musical notes while singing and each of those notes cause debuffs. * Red: attack down * Blue: defense down * Green: evasion down * Yellow: speed down * Orange: dexterity down * Purple: element proficiency down Her strongest attack, called Super Duper Symphony!, is a giant barrage of pink lasers followed bu an enormous rainbow beam shot by her. How you could work in a team: Support/Debuffer Personality: Pamela's attitude can be resumed into one word - snobbish. She truly believes that her voice is the best and that she is the best singer in existence. She loves to brag about her powers and hates people who disagree with her. Pamela also is an attention-lover. Main Theme: Brand New Diva Everyday!! Battle Theme: The Little Diva Dance 2nd Battle Theme: It's Miss Pamela! Super Duper Symphony! Theme: Active Angel II "You really don't know your place, huh? Oh well, I guess I'll beat you down for my fun." Name: Lynda "Lyn" Hermit Age: 19 Gender: Female Abilities: Lyn manipulates darkness, but it take form as slashes. With her despisal of projectiles, Lyn is very physical. She can call a black energy blade on her hand and use it as a weapon. How you could work in a team: Offense Personality: Lyn is the kind of person that despise the weak. She only respects the people who are formidably strong. Her level of ignorance can be rather high, especially when she is in a bad mood. Lyn loves to fight, so she never refuses one. History: Although it is too her surname, Lynda is actually a hermit that lived with a tribe, hidden from communication. Her tribe excelled at spirit control, but Lyn was against that, saying that it violated those who wanted to rest in peace. She eventually came to learn her powers through her lack of training with spiritism and with it, came her desire to meet strong people. By learning it, she was banished from her tribe, accused of being a "heretic". Without anywhere to go, she heard about the academy and headed there, hoping to meet strong people to fight. Main Theme: Rumble Temple Battle Theme: Rog limitation 2nd Battle Theme: Phantom VS Current "... I suppose I can battle with you. Just try your best to survive." Name: Agni Blackheart Age: 18 Gender: Male Abilities: Agni is a controller of dark fire, using both Fire and Dark elements at once. He possess a familiar called Cerberus, which aids him in battle when summoned. His strongest attack, called Extinction Syndrome, allows him to unleash chaos and destruction in the battlefield and makes him transform into a Devil Lord, which amplifies his stats at 150% percent. How you could work in a team: Doesn't work on teams. Personality: Agni is a rather cold and lone person. He prefers to act and live by himself than depending on others. He accepts help in occasions that he really needs. Otherwise, he resolves the situation by himself. Another notable thing is that Agni hates lies. People who lie a those which he'll truly hate. Other: He carries with him his special grimoire, called the Word of Hatred. Main Theme: The Piano for Agni Battle Theme: The Executioner 2nd Battle Theme: Condemnation Wings -Remix- Devil Lord Form: The Tyrant -Remix- "Experience is only collected through reality, so I would certainly enjoy a battle against you." Name: Cruz Meister Age: 19 Gender: Male Abilities: Cruz uses technomagic, which include the use of his intelligence and memories in the form of Data. His technomagic specializes in illusionism. Other than that, he can gather loose parts and equipment to create weapons, which is a basic ability for technomagicians. His strongest attack, How you could work in a team: Tactical. Personality: After living a while with others, Cruz grew to be a firm, responsible person. He is really intelligent and likes to extend his hand to offer help to others. Cruz is fast learner when it comes to people, so he knows on who he should trust and who doesn't deserve it. Other: By advancing his knowledge in technomagic, Cruz has as his main weapon a W.D.W (Wing Drive Weapon), which act as swords. History: Cruz is one of the survivors of the academy's explosion. He escaped thanks to his A.I (Artifical Intelligence) Lhermite, that sacrificed itself by using the last of his energy to teleport Cruz back to the Hidden Realm of the Technomagic. Instead of returning to the external world, he passed 4 years of his life trying to resurrect his home, by putting everything back to work thanks to the Data he acquired in his academic life. After hearing that the academy has been re-opened, Cruz decided to return, in hopes of improving himself so he can complete what he began. Main Theme: Night Walker Battle Theme: Clockwork Doll 2nd Battle Theme: Bullet Dance -Remix- Code Omnicalibur/JUDGE Theme: Sword of Doom -Remix-</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy Meruins face glowed a little hearing Liz praise Reina. She gave a small smile. "It's fine if we spar later, I'm not in a hurry." Just then Meruin noticed a familiar face, accompanied by an unfamiliar face, and a baby. What? "Isn't that girl the Celestial? I wonder how Sol is going to feel about hat," she said, choosing not to comment the child in her arms.</s> <\|message\|>Slick Sloth Zairos III A small tune came over the school speakers. "Everyone please report to the common room, classes will begin shortly and we're giving out your braces. That is all."</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan dissolved the ice shield in front of him and got up. He walked past Mithrail and glanced at her. "I do hope we can get along this time around. But I don't really care either way. Just try not to piss anyone off like last time you were here." He continued walking until he got to the common room.</s> <\|message\|>Pamela Armellia Cruz Meister, Pamela Armellia and Lynda "Lyn" Hermit Location: Court Outside the Academy "... The braces! Oh crap, I forgot about them!", he said, quickly getting up. Pamela soon followed him and got up too. "A-Are we too late to get them?!", she asked. In that moment, Lyn came down from the tree she was. "The class will start soon, so of course we're late! What are you waiting for?! Let's go!", she said, running towards the academy building. Cruz grabbed Pamela's arm and booth dashed, following Lyn. She didn't spoke a word, but Pamela was truly enjoying that moment. --- Agni Blackheart & Cerberus Location: Common Room "sigh... Do I really have to...?", he said, completely disgusted about the idea of entering the common room, where some people that he fought before were. "If you permit me, my master, I will retrieve your brace for you.", Cerberus said, but Agni gave an even harder sigh. "The thing is that I can't. I HAVE to retrieve it, wanting to accept the fact or not. And then I have to go to class.", he said. Agni started to read his grimoire. "Cerberus. You will go to the class and will wait there for me. Pick the most far seat you can. In the corner.", he said. Cerberus bowed and without a single word, walked towards the class. Agni, on the other hand, walked towards the common room, while reading the Word of Hatred, without raising his eyes to anyone.</s> <\|message\|>Eris Phyre Lyndwyrm "Yep its my serve" she said as she got up and wiped the blood from her mouth 'he wants to play rough I'll play rough too' she thought. "Hold on one second," she said before she held her hands unfortunately of her and said "release barriers 1 through 4" and the scales on her arm started spreading further "ok let's go" and made her swords reappear and make a wall before she launched the ball at sold feet at an even greater speed than before.</s> <\|message\|>Slick Sloth Zairos III Slick grabbed a brace from the teacher. "One, four, four. There were a hundred and fourty five students this year, one got sick had to leave. So I'm the worst of this sorry lot huh?"</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy Meruin, upon hearing the announcement, gave a small nod towards Liz and Marcus. "I'll be going to pick up my brace. I'll see you later, unless you're planning on following me." The small mage drew a magic circle on the ground with the tip of her shoe, and placed a ward their to record the match between Sol and Eris. In one breath, the scenery around her changed as she transported herself instantly, arriving in front of the common room. As she entered, she saw Slick. She recognized him from last year, but never really talked with him much. "Hello," she greeted casually, as she walked towards the teacher to receive her bracer.</s> <\|message\|>Slick Sloth Zairos III "Hi there, Meruin." Slick sighed. "Must be good to have a high rank huh?" Slick looked at his brace as he put it on his left arm, his dominant one.</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy Meruin placed the bracer she received on her right arm. "Not quite," she said, frowning at the bracer. She didn't quite like the color - reddish brown didn't seem to fit her, for some reason. "I only got the rank because I wanted to see how much I had improved. Afterwards, it was a near endless stream of challenges that got tiring extremely quickly." She didn't elaborate anymore than that, although she did change the color of the bracer with magic - it was a dull emerald jade color now.</s> <\|message\|>Slick Sloth Zairos III Slick engulfed his left arm in blue fire and his bracer absorbed the colour and became a navy blue. "Well at least you've got more ,magic pOW-" Slick cut off as the bracer dug into his arm and began to pump magic into his veins. "-er." He went into a sweat. "Never did understand how these would work, either way it hurts like hell."</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy Meruin tilted her head. The pain from the bracer never did bother her, as the various experiments she'd preformed on herself had let her get used to pain, but the sudden injection of magic was uncomfortable - she disliked having magic asides from hers running around her body. "I'd rather be able to finish my research," she said, staring at Slicks now navy-blue bracer. She raised a brow at his display of power. "Interesting. Now that I think about it, I don't think I've ever observed your abilities first hand. Have you ever dueled anyone before?"</s> <\|message\|>Slick Sloth Zairos III "No I never wanted to fight. Just pass exams to get through." Slick looked up and down Meruin. "What do you wanna see my power for? I'm a good for nothing student, who has the world's weirdest DNA.</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy Meruin was just a little surprised at Slick's self-depreciation. Lately she'd been dealing with people who, if not possessing a large ego, were at least reasonably confident in themselves. She nodded her head in approval to Slick's statement on what he aimed to do here. "A reasonable goal, if a bit different from the others here. As for why I want to see your abilities, I am a research before I am a fighter," she said succinctly. "Who possess what power and whatever manner of creature they are means nothing to me; you have something I am interested in, so I will express my interest, that is all."</s> <\|message\|>Pamela Armellia Cruz Meister, Pamela Armellia, Lynda "Lyn" Hermit and Agni Blackheart Location: Common Room After running a little, the three of them managed to reach the common room, where some people had already got their braces. Amidst the people, there was Agni, getting his bracer from the teacher. He used his power to give it a dark purple color and felt the bracer insert its magic on him. Useless magic... for what reason this ridiculous bracer did this?, he thought. Cruz moved forward to one of the teachers and greeted it formally. He got his bracer and equipped it. "Hmm... let's see how it looks like when I use Data on it.", he said to himself, inserting a flow of Data into the bracer, which became light blue. Then, he felt the same magic being inserted. "Ow! This thing hurts!", he said, not commenting about the magic being inserted on him. Soon, Pamela and Lynda grabbed their braces, equipped them and used their magics on it to have a pink and a dark gray bracer, respectively. And then, the pain came. "Ow, ow, ow, owww!! Heeeeeey, what is this?!", Pamela complained. "The bracer inserted some magic on us. I don't know what kind of magic it is, but I'm used to have energy painfully inserted into me...", Lynda said. Cruz looked at it one more time and then noticed Meruin and Slick. He was going to talk with them, but someone stood in his way. "I want to talk with you, last of the technomagicians.", Agni said. "About what exactly? If it's about the skirmish we had, I don't want to talk about it.", Cruz answered. The dark magician still kept his cold gaze. Then, as Cruz moved towards his old friends, the pendant swinged a little. "... I see. Then, I won't bother you anymore, Your Majesty.", he spoke. Upon hearing those words, Cruz looked directly at Agni with a surprised face, while the latter opened the Word of Hatred and left reading it. What the... how the hell does he know about that?!, Cruz said, looking at the exit.</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy Since she was not particularly waiting for Slick to respond, Meruin diverted some attention to the newcomers: another student from the previous years, and also one she'd scarcely interacted with, accompanied by three she did not recognize. Her eyes narrowed for a moment as she sensed magic pass through the bracer, one she was unfamiliar with. It seems that three people managed to pique her interest today. "Technomage, is it?" said Meruin, her eyes boring straight into Cruz's own.</s>	<\|message\|>Pamela Armellia Cruz Meister Location: Common Room Waking up from his surprise at Agni's words, Cruz turned his head back to Meruin. He does remember about her, but certainly wasn't on the best way possible. "Yeah, Meruin. We barely talked back at the old academy, but it's me, Cruz. Cruz Meister, the last technomage alive...", he said, sighing hard. That wasn't the way he wanted to be known throughtout.</s>
<\|description\|>Pamela Armellia "I am the Diva of the Academy! Bow before my music, as I have a voice that even sirens have jealousy!" Age: 16 Gender: Female Abilities: Pamela's ability is the manipulation of the sound and noise. The main function of her ability is to change direction of magical projectiles, hers or from the enemy. Other than that, she can shoot musical notes while singing and each of those notes cause debuffs. * Red: attack down * Blue: defense down * Green: evasion down * Yellow: speed down * Orange: dexterity down * Purple: element proficiency down Her strongest attack, called Super Duper Symphony!, is a giant barrage of pink lasers followed bu an enormous rainbow beam shot by her. How you could work in a team: Support/Debuffer Personality: Pamela's attitude can be resumed into one word - snobbish. She truly believes that her voice is the best and that she is the best singer in existence. She loves to brag about her powers and hates people who disagree with her. Pamela also is an attention-lover. Main Theme: Brand New Diva Everyday!! Battle Theme: The Little Diva Dance 2nd Battle Theme: It's Miss Pamela! Super Duper Symphony! Theme: Active Angel II "You really don't know your place, huh? Oh well, I guess I'll beat you down for my fun." Name: Lynda "Lyn" Hermit Age: 19 Gender: Female Abilities: Lyn manipulates darkness, but it take form as slashes. With her despisal of projectiles, Lyn is very physical. She can call a black energy blade on her hand and use it as a weapon. How you could work in a team: Offense Personality: Lyn is the kind of person that despise the weak. She only respects the people who are formidably strong. Her level of ignorance can be rather high, especially when she is in a bad mood. Lyn loves to fight, so she never refuses one. History: Although it is too her surname, Lynda is actually a hermit that lived with a tribe, hidden from communication. Her tribe excelled at spirit control, but Lyn was against that, saying that it violated those who wanted to rest in peace. She eventually came to learn her powers through her lack of training with spiritism and with it, came her desire to meet strong people. By learning it, she was banished from her tribe, accused of being a "heretic". Without anywhere to go, she heard about the academy and headed there, hoping to meet strong people to fight. Main Theme: Rumble Temple Battle Theme: Rog limitation 2nd Battle Theme: Phantom VS Current "... I suppose I can battle with you. Just try your best to survive." Name: Agni Blackheart Age: 18 Gender: Male Abilities: Agni is a controller of dark fire, using both Fire and Dark elements at once. He possess a familiar called Cerberus, which aids him in battle when summoned. His strongest attack, called Extinction Syndrome, allows him to unleash chaos and destruction in the battlefield and makes him transform into a Devil Lord, which amplifies his stats at 150% percent. How you could work in a team: Doesn't work on teams. Personality: Agni is a rather cold and lone person. He prefers to act and live by himself than depending on others. He accepts help in occasions that he really needs. Otherwise, he resolves the situation by himself. Another notable thing is that Agni hates lies. People who lie a those which he'll truly hate. Other: He carries with him his special grimoire, called the Word of Hatred. Main Theme: The Piano for Agni Battle Theme: The Executioner 2nd Battle Theme: Condemnation Wings -Remix- Devil Lord Form: The Tyrant -Remix- "Experience is only collected through reality, so I would certainly enjoy a battle against you." Name: Cruz Meister Age: 19 Gender: Male Abilities: Cruz uses technomagic, which include the use of his intelligence and memories in the form of Data. His technomagic specializes in illusionism. Other than that, he can gather loose parts and equipment to create weapons, which is a basic ability for technomagicians. His strongest attack, How you could work in a team: Tactical. Personality: After living a while with others, Cruz grew to be a firm, responsible person. He is really intelligent and likes to extend his hand to offer help to others. Cruz is fast learner when it comes to people, so he knows on who he should trust and who doesn't deserve it. Other: By advancing his knowledge in technomagic, Cruz has as his main weapon a W.D.W (Wing Drive Weapon), which act as swords. History: Cruz is one of the survivors of the academy's explosion. He escaped thanks to his A.I (Artifical Intelligence) Lhermite, that sacrificed itself by using the last of his energy to teleport Cruz back to the Hidden Realm of the Technomagic. Instead of returning to the external world, he passed 4 years of his life trying to resurrect his home, by putting everything back to work thanks to the Data he acquired in his academic life. After hearing that the academy has been re-opened, Cruz decided to return, in hopes of improving himself so he can complete what he began. Main Theme: Night Walker Battle Theme: Clockwork Doll 2nd Battle Theme: Bullet Dance -Remix- Code Omnicalibur/JUDGE Theme: Sword of Doom -Remix-</s> <\|message\|>Alexander Faulkner The announcement woke Alex up from his daydreaming. About time... he thought while getting up from his seat, yawing. He made his way towards the classroom and watched as others in the line in front of him each took their braces. He saw Slick using some kind of flame power to change the color of his bracer, Huh...that's a pretty neat feature Once he received his bracer, Alex wore it on his left forearm and quickly felt it digging in on his skin, "so this is how the whole concept works huh?" Alex said to himself out-loud. He turned and walked towards one of the seats in the class and sat down. So...let's see if I can do the same as him... Alex thought and looked at his bracer for a moment. He closed his eyes and pictured his ability as an aura and focused it on his forearm. Suddenly the bracer turned white and mathematical symbols started appearing on it until everything was covered with said symbols. Alex opened his eyes and took a look at the changes, ...whatever he thought, pressed the button on his MP4 and continued listening to music. Although he didn't need to attend the rest of the lesson, Alex was too lazy to stand up from his seat again...</s> <\|message\|>Eris Phyre Lyndwyrm Eris rushed towards the ball but suddenly felt the effects of magic similar to time dilation, when she felt this she stopped and had her sword appear under the ball and launch it into the air above her before she jumped and slammed the ball over sol's head surrounding I'd with spinning light blades to cut through his wind.</s> <\|message\|>Elza ghost in black Sol grinned, as he thought his opponent had quickly reacted appropriately to the situation, but he wasn't done yet. Just before she launched the orb with those strange swords of hers Sol wrapped the Orb in devastatingly powerful wind currents and hurled it past Eris to the furthest corner of the court. The bubble of slowed time followed the ball catching Eris in it and hopefully stopping her from being able to react fast enough to stop his assault. --- Elza blinked rapidly and looked up startled her shadow already forming itself into a spear and nearly launching itself at Liz before Elza realized that she wasn't under attack and her shadow quickly returned to its original form. "Um sorry didn't see you there, My name is Elza. Everything has been pretty simple so far so my only question is, what kind of classes do we have here?" she said still somewhat surprised by the sudden conversation but her natural curiosity quickly taking over.</s> <\|message\|>Pamela Armellia Cruz Meister, Pamela Armellia and Lynda "Lyn" Hermit Location: Common Room Of course, that look wasn't pleasuring in the very least and it made Cruz think about what kind of tests and experiments she wanted to perform on him. But as he was going to ask, Pamela came forward to interrupt and do a scandal. In her mind, she needed one. "Whoa whoa whoa, hey hey hey, hold on! Performing tests on him? He's not your lab rat! And plus, I don't think that your intentions are good in a single bit!", she said, taking front. "Hey... Pamela? I don't think that you know, but she isn't the kind of person that likes to be disturbed...", he said. But she wasn't going to give attention to him. Not when she was doing something that the paparazzi would come and take photos to publish on the journals. After all, every worldwide diva makes a scandal here and there, so why she wouldn't make one? Lyn sighed. All that scene just proved that Pamela was an idiot and that the level of respect between them was going to be really small. Lynda isn't the kind of person that likes the weak. She just has a friendly acquaintance with Cruz because of who he is. She never saw his power directly, but she had expectations.. "I'm heading to the classroom. You coming, Cruz?", she said. "I guess I'm kinda in trouble here, so I'll go later...", he said. "Hey, no going in class until I take some answers out of this girl!", Pamela butted in. With a face of diappointment, Lyn left the common room towards the classroom, leaving Cruz and Pamela behind.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan recieved his bracer and didn't even flinch when the painful magic was inserted into him. The bracer turned somewhat crimson. His head snapped towards Meruin when he heard experiments. He glided over to Slick, Cruz, and Meruin and barely restrained a grin. "Did someone say, experi– I mean tests! Tests, not experiments. Experiment implies pain." He muttered to himself that last part.</s> <\|message\|>Deus Ira Deus watched as the Bracer was inserted into him. He didn't feel any pain, he began to laugh. He was already used to this kind of pain, but worst. He walked up to Agni seeing as how Cruz and He had arrived at the same time. 'Agni...He really interests me.' He looked at Agni for a long time before he began to speak. "Hello Agni we meet again at last. My name is Deus if you didn't hear me before, the one who had that little skirmish with you yesterday. So how are you doing?" Deus was extremely interested in him, not in the experimental way but the way that he would like to know about him.</s> <\|message\|>Pamela Armellia Agni Blackheart Location: Common Room As he was leaving the common room, a dialogue against his will started. While reading the Word of Hatred, Agni simply moved his eyes looked at the person who was talking to him. The question that Deus asked made Agni know that he wanted to make some kind of friendship or another thing. However, he was just cold as he ever is to answer. "... Why do you even ask? If you are expecting any sweet answer from me, throw those hopes in the trash. I don't believe in the slightest that you care about how I'm feeling and how I am now.", he said, walking towards the exit. But before leaving, he closed the Word of Hatred, looked forward and spoke one last thing. "... You all are liars. More of those people who use masks to hide what they really feel. I don't have reasons to be speaking with people that prefer to fake happiness instead of throwing out the hatred they feel. After all, inside of your tiny little heart... You. Hate. Me.", he said. After that, he opened his grimoire once more and finally left the room.</s> <\|message\|>Deus Ira Deus scratched his head and then put on a serious face. 'Liars huh, that word resembles everyone including you.... Lies are what shapes us, at the end of the day we are just human, nothing else....Our hearts can rot, all that matters is what we believe in..' Deus thought, his thoughts weren't in order more like Disarray, that's why everything he thought was unclear, he didn't even know what he was thinking. 'A dark aura, surrounded by loneliness and hatred...He must have gone through a lot.' He walked around the common room for some time. He noticed Marcus and walked to him. "Hey Marcus, you alright now, that was a pretty good fight out there, all you need is training and you'll master that power if yours, Anyways how are you feeling?"</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy Meruin frowned. "I assure you, whatever my intent, what I have planned may benefit the both of us," she stated. She gave a questioning look to Cruz. "I'm afraid she's an unfamiliar face to me, Mr. Cruz. Is she yours, or is she playing a joke on you too?" She was referring to her interaction earlier with Sol and Cornelia, but of course, neither of them knew that. "And yes, Ryan. I offered to preform a few . . . tests for Mr. Cruz, not on. I'm quite generous, aren't I?" said Meruin in an awkward attempt to make her offer seem better.</s> <\|message\|>Pamela Armellia @floodtalon Cruz Meister and Pamela Armellia Location: Common Room Cruz looked at Pamela and looked back at Meruin. "Uhh... how am I supposed to answer that? Let's see... well, she's just a firend I met here in the academy.", he said. Inside her own space, Pamela was heartbroken for hearing that, but she still stood up for him. "A-Anyway, you totally changed the phrase! Now you said for, when in a moment ago you said on! And what's this about benefit both of you?! I don't see ANY benefit in this thing for him!", she said, angry.</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy "Are you making this difficult on purpose?" stated Meruin bluntly. The girl was starting to get on her nerves, mostly because she was very loud. "This is a matter between me and Mr. Cruz, if you want to get involved, I will not stop you, but kindly have the sense of grace to at least be polite and tone down your volume, otherwise I will disregard everything you have to say."</s> <\|message\|>Elizabeth Moon. Liz for short Liz chuckled and took a seat on the floor in the corner beside her "What kind of classes, well I guess its split into 3 main types. Fitness classes like gym and such, Magic classes to help us refine our magic skills and finally academic classes like math and other languages." She paused "However, you don't really have to go to all of them just enough. For example someone like Meruin over there might not go to the fitness classes as much but makes up for it with going to the other two types where as I would likely skip basic classes and just focus on fitness and magic." Liz finally explained "Does that make sense?"</s>	<\|message\|>Pamela Armellia Cruz Meister and Pamela Armellia Location: Common Room "Hrrrrgrrrr... you're getting on my nerves...", she said. Cruz took the front this time and spoke. "... Alright. We'll do this test for me and on me. After class, you decide where we're going. Pamela will come with me.", he said. "But Cruz-", she tried to speak, but he held her back.</s>
<\|description\|>Pamela Armellia "I am the Diva of the Academy! Bow before my music, as I have a voice that even sirens have jealousy!" Age: 16 Gender: Female Abilities: Pamela's ability is the manipulation of the sound and noise. The main function of her ability is to change direction of magical projectiles, hers or from the enemy. Other than that, she can shoot musical notes while singing and each of those notes cause debuffs. * Red: attack down * Blue: defense down * Green: evasion down * Yellow: speed down * Orange: dexterity down * Purple: element proficiency down Her strongest attack, called Super Duper Symphony!, is a giant barrage of pink lasers followed bu an enormous rainbow beam shot by her. How you could work in a team: Support/Debuffer Personality: Pamela's attitude can be resumed into one word - snobbish. She truly believes that her voice is the best and that she is the best singer in existence. She loves to brag about her powers and hates people who disagree with her. Pamela also is an attention-lover. Main Theme: Brand New Diva Everyday!! Battle Theme: The Little Diva Dance 2nd Battle Theme: It's Miss Pamela! Super Duper Symphony! Theme: Active Angel II "You really don't know your place, huh? Oh well, I guess I'll beat you down for my fun." Name: Lynda "Lyn" Hermit Age: 19 Gender: Female Abilities: Lyn manipulates darkness, but it take form as slashes. With her despisal of projectiles, Lyn is very physical. She can call a black energy blade on her hand and use it as a weapon. How you could work in a team: Offense Personality: Lyn is the kind of person that despise the weak. She only respects the people who are formidably strong. Her level of ignorance can be rather high, especially when she is in a bad mood. Lyn loves to fight, so she never refuses one. History: Although it is too her surname, Lynda is actually a hermit that lived with a tribe, hidden from communication. Her tribe excelled at spirit control, but Lyn was against that, saying that it violated those who wanted to rest in peace. She eventually came to learn her powers through her lack of training with spiritism and with it, came her desire to meet strong people. By learning it, she was banished from her tribe, accused of being a "heretic". Without anywhere to go, she heard about the academy and headed there, hoping to meet strong people to fight. Main Theme: Rumble Temple Battle Theme: Rog limitation 2nd Battle Theme: Phantom VS Current "... I suppose I can battle with you. Just try your best to survive." Name: Agni Blackheart Age: 18 Gender: Male Abilities: Agni is a controller of dark fire, using both Fire and Dark elements at once. He possess a familiar called Cerberus, which aids him in battle when summoned. His strongest attack, called Extinction Syndrome, allows him to unleash chaos and destruction in the battlefield and makes him transform into a Devil Lord, which amplifies his stats at 150% percent. How you could work in a team: Doesn't work on teams. Personality: Agni is a rather cold and lone person. He prefers to act and live by himself than depending on others. He accepts help in occasions that he really needs. Otherwise, he resolves the situation by himself. Another notable thing is that Agni hates lies. People who lie a those which he'll truly hate. Other: He carries with him his special grimoire, called the Word of Hatred. Main Theme: The Piano for Agni Battle Theme: The Executioner 2nd Battle Theme: Condemnation Wings -Remix- Devil Lord Form: The Tyrant -Remix- "Experience is only collected through reality, so I would certainly enjoy a battle against you." Name: Cruz Meister Age: 19 Gender: Male Abilities: Cruz uses technomagic, which include the use of his intelligence and memories in the form of Data. His technomagic specializes in illusionism. Other than that, he can gather loose parts and equipment to create weapons, which is a basic ability for technomagicians. His strongest attack, How you could work in a team: Tactical. Personality: After living a while with others, Cruz grew to be a firm, responsible person. He is really intelligent and likes to extend his hand to offer help to others. Cruz is fast learner when it comes to people, so he knows on who he should trust and who doesn't deserve it. Other: By advancing his knowledge in technomagic, Cruz has as his main weapon a W.D.W (Wing Drive Weapon), which act as swords. History: Cruz is one of the survivors of the academy's explosion. He escaped thanks to his A.I (Artifical Intelligence) Lhermite, that sacrificed itself by using the last of his energy to teleport Cruz back to the Hidden Realm of the Technomagic. Instead of returning to the external world, he passed 4 years of his life trying to resurrect his home, by putting everything back to work thanks to the Data he acquired in his academic life. After hearing that the academy has been re-opened, Cruz decided to return, in hopes of improving himself so he can complete what he began. Main Theme: Night Walker Battle Theme: Clockwork Doll 2nd Battle Theme: Bullet Dance -Remix- Code Omnicalibur/JUDGE Theme: Sword of Doom -Remix-</s> <\|message\|>Rayne Sanguine "Oh you mean this?" Rayne replied. "Yeah, It's pretty ancient." Rayne decided that it was time she made a friend or two. "I'm... Rayne." she said softly, sticking out her hand, her touch felt as cold as death itself, yet her appearance was somewhat seductive. "I'm the new transfer student."</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon @DaDrummer676 Ryan nodded and gathered energy. " Secret Grimoire Art: The Death." A aura of Death surrounded Ryan as a massive skeleton materialized around him. He reached out for Meruin as the very air around him seemed to die. Ryan was breathing heavily as he exerted his souls will. Ryan paused though when Meruin asked for a moment. He stopped breathing so heavily as he relaxed.</s> <\|message\|>Elza Elza grinned, she liked this angel chick. She talked funny, kinda like Meruin. "Of course Milady, M'names Elza and doom and gloom here is named Agni something. Don't have a last name myself but thats no importance. You got a plan for us or we winging it cap'n?" she asked the rather... confident angelic.</s> <\|message\|>Eris Phyre Lyndwyrm @JELDare@olcharlieboi "Welcome to the team Alex" Eris said before she turned back to the rest of the team, "we should assign positions for when we move out and try to get a base, which by the way I think we should put it up high like on a buildings roof" she whispered</s> <\|message\|>Tony Hart Tony nodded, "yeah. Bring her in." He watched Ryan as he began to change form. He had thought he was an elemental magician or something? Was he using a spell that was an anomaly or was his assumption off base? He was guessing it was an anomaly. Tony uttered a spell and a magic circle appeared in front of him. Then a roar erupted from the circle as a emerged from it. Tony jumped into the air, far higher than a human would be able to. He landed on the Dragon's back. "It's been a long time my friend," Hart said with a grin. The dragon just snorted smoke out of it's nostrils.</s> <\|message\|>Slick Sloth Zairos III "Yeah I think we -" Slick was cut off. "Now that most teams have been sorted, we'll see you at the finish." Once Hoba finished, everything went white and then colour was regained. Slick felt the cool air on his face, he, and the rest of team, were in the town center. "Nobody should have teleported with in five hundred meters of this place, I think we need to star looking for a base." @Vec@olcharlieboi@The ghost in black</s> <\|message\|>Charlie M-Oni Charlie groaned and then shivered at the cool air "...they like doing things without warning don't they?.." he sighed and nods "we do need to find a place to base down"</s> <\|message\|>Alexander Faulkner Alex returned Eris and Charlie's greetings, "Nice to meet you too" he told them. They seemed like a pretty cool bunch of people, for a random team that is. He just listened to the other three talk, strategizing about what they would do once the tests started when the teacher suddenly teleported everyone away. Having himself teleported away by another persons powers felt weird to Alex. He was so used to using his powers for transport that he had almost forgotten the feeling of other's powers doing it for him. He was teleported while sitting so he naturally fell down on the ground when their little group arrived at the town square, "Ouch!" he cried while rubbing his buttcheeks. He stood up and dusted his shirt that had some dirt on it. "So yeah, we're here. go ahead, find a place on that map you have and show it to me. I can take us there to save some time" he told the group.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan looked at Meruin. "I felt my body on the outside being teleported. I do believe it is time to fight." Ryan stated as the skeleton around him trembled with raw energy flowing through it. "I believe I may have forgotten to explain my Grimoire. My Grimoire is based off of the elements as you know, but some elements are more abstract than others. For reference, The Justice is based off of the element of Balance. Like all things in nature are balanced, so too are the elements. You can probably guess what element The Death is." Ryan dissolved the skeleton around him as he waited for Meruin to transport their minds into the real world once more.</s> <\|message\|>Lucy Hart Tony sighed, and all his spells disappeared as they weren't real. He crossed his arms over his chest. "We never discussed what our roles would be...." Lucy was talking with the owl when they were teleported to a new place. Lucy almost forgot to rub off the marker on Tony's face from Marcus. Lucy looked around nervously, her group was still unresponsive and she was pretty sure the competition had just begun.</s> <\|message\|>Eris Phyre Lyndwyrm Eris felt the distortion just before they were teleported and had braced herself for some kind of shock or drop but was surprised to find out the it was fine and after a second regained her barrings "ok I'll be vanguard who wants to back me up?"</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy @DaDrummer676 Meruin frowned and released all of them. "Yes, it does appear that it's begun. And hello there, Tony's sister." She faced the three of them. "Let us continue our discussion," she said, completely unmindful of the fact that the contest had begun and they could be attacked at any time. "I do not wish to divulge too many of my secrets, however, I want you all to know that no matter what form of attack comes at us, we will not get harmed. No one in this school has the capacity to prevent my defensive spells from working, especially ones from my Grimoire." The small mage stated this with utter confidence that was unlike her. It seemed she really believed what she said.</s> <\|message\|>Elza Elza blinked rapidly and looked around curiously, random teleportation okay then. "I guess that means we've started. Guess we should find someone to beat up, I can cloak us in darkness, then if we stick to the shadow's we'll be invisible." Elza offered while readying her scythe. She had to admit she was somewhat excited for this.</s> <\|message\|>Slick Sloth Zairos III "Allow me to help you Eris. I can tank magic damage with my scales, but I'm not a amazing in combat, so I couldn't be upfront."</s> <\|message\|>Charlie M-Oni Charlie watches them "what would you like me to do?.. like I said I can do any role thanks to my summoning power" he says "though I need to know what because the strongest equipment I can summon normally takes a lot out of me for a little bit, so best know what I need to do so I can bring it out before" he states, looking between his team mates.</s> <\|message\|>Slick Sloth Zairos III @The ghost in black@Vec Slick looked around, they were at the lowest point on the island, therefore the most vulnerable. "Guys, we should make a base, or at least somewhere. Otherwise, we're gonna be picked off easily."</s> <\|message\|>Lucy Hart Tony raised an eyebrow, "none? Absolutely none? I mean, by defensive spells are great, but what you're saying is that we're untouchable? If your defensive spells are that strong then let Lucy, Ryan, and I do the attacking while you make sure nothing hits us. Lucy can disappear, and not only disappear, but become untraceable. That means she can go spy on other teams for us or sabotage them. Who do you think is going to be the most dangerous team for us? Marcus' or Slick's?" Tony slashed the air and commanded, "apertus!" This made a small pocket of space open up for him and he reached in and pulled out his spellbook. He put his hand on Lucy's shoulder and began chanting. A magic circle appeared under both of them. "Since everyone here has very destructive powers, I gave you a temporary physical buff. You'll be a lot faster, stronger, and more durable than normal." Lucy nodded, making a fist, then she grinned. "Sweet."</s>	<\|message\|>Pamela Armellia Cruz Meister, Pamela Armellia and Lynda "Lyn" Hermit Location: Town Center After being teleported, Cruz looked around while doing his analysis with his power. "Oho, now that's something. What are you doing now?", Lyn asked to him. "I'm analyzing our surroundings. By now, all that I can say is that the teams aren't so far from each other.", he said, still analyzing everything. "Oooh, that's not good! Is the team with that girl that wants to test you near us?", Pamela asked, worried. "Call it as luck as you want, but they aren't so near. Yet they aren't so far.", he said. --- Agni Blackheart Location: Town Center The teleportation was fast. As the process ended, Agni finally released his arm off from Elza's grip. After that, he walked towards a direction. "... I don't know what you'll be doing, but I'm going after someone. I aim him since the teams were formed. If any of you touch him, I'll bring you down to hell and I don't care if you're from my team or not.", he said. After that, he walked towards a direction. Agni wanted to bring Cruz down with his own hands and he wasn't going to let anyone get in his way.</s>
<\|description\|>Pamela Armellia "I am the Diva of the Academy! Bow before my music, as I have a voice that even sirens have jealousy!" Age: 16 Gender: Female Abilities: Pamela's ability is the manipulation of the sound and noise. The main function of her ability is to change direction of magical projectiles, hers or from the enemy. Other than that, she can shoot musical notes while singing and each of those notes cause debuffs. * Red: attack down * Blue: defense down * Green: evasion down * Yellow: speed down * Orange: dexterity down * Purple: element proficiency down Her strongest attack, called Super Duper Symphony!, is a giant barrage of pink lasers followed bu an enormous rainbow beam shot by her. How you could work in a team: Support/Debuffer Personality: Pamela's attitude can be resumed into one word - snobbish. She truly believes that her voice is the best and that she is the best singer in existence. She loves to brag about her powers and hates people who disagree with her. Pamela also is an attention-lover. Main Theme: Brand New Diva Everyday!! Battle Theme: The Little Diva Dance 2nd Battle Theme: It's Miss Pamela! Super Duper Symphony! Theme: Active Angel II "You really don't know your place, huh? Oh well, I guess I'll beat you down for my fun." Name: Lynda "Lyn" Hermit Age: 19 Gender: Female Abilities: Lyn manipulates darkness, but it take form as slashes. With her despisal of projectiles, Lyn is very physical. She can call a black energy blade on her hand and use it as a weapon. How you could work in a team: Offense Personality: Lyn is the kind of person that despise the weak. She only respects the people who are formidably strong. Her level of ignorance can be rather high, especially when she is in a bad mood. Lyn loves to fight, so she never refuses one. History: Although it is too her surname, Lynda is actually a hermit that lived with a tribe, hidden from communication. Her tribe excelled at spirit control, but Lyn was against that, saying that it violated those who wanted to rest in peace. She eventually came to learn her powers through her lack of training with spiritism and with it, came her desire to meet strong people. By learning it, she was banished from her tribe, accused of being a "heretic". Without anywhere to go, she heard about the academy and headed there, hoping to meet strong people to fight. Main Theme: Rumble Temple Battle Theme: Rog limitation 2nd Battle Theme: Phantom VS Current "... I suppose I can battle with you. Just try your best to survive." Name: Agni Blackheart Age: 18 Gender: Male Abilities: Agni is a controller of dark fire, using both Fire and Dark elements at once. He possess a familiar called Cerberus, which aids him in battle when summoned. His strongest attack, called Extinction Syndrome, allows him to unleash chaos and destruction in the battlefield and makes him transform into a Devil Lord, which amplifies his stats at 150% percent. How you could work in a team: Doesn't work on teams. Personality: Agni is a rather cold and lone person. He prefers to act and live by himself than depending on others. He accepts help in occasions that he really needs. Otherwise, he resolves the situation by himself. Another notable thing is that Agni hates lies. People who lie a those which he'll truly hate. Other: He carries with him his special grimoire, called the Word of Hatred. Main Theme: The Piano for Agni Battle Theme: The Executioner 2nd Battle Theme: Condemnation Wings -Remix- Devil Lord Form: The Tyrant -Remix- "Experience is only collected through reality, so I would certainly enjoy a battle against you." Name: Cruz Meister Age: 19 Gender: Male Abilities: Cruz uses technomagic, which include the use of his intelligence and memories in the form of Data. His technomagic specializes in illusionism. Other than that, he can gather loose parts and equipment to create weapons, which is a basic ability for technomagicians. His strongest attack, How you could work in a team: Tactical. Personality: After living a while with others, Cruz grew to be a firm, responsible person. He is really intelligent and likes to extend his hand to offer help to others. Cruz is fast learner when it comes to people, so he knows on who he should trust and who doesn't deserve it. Other: By advancing his knowledge in technomagic, Cruz has as his main weapon a W.D.W (Wing Drive Weapon), which act as swords. History: Cruz is one of the survivors of the academy's explosion. He escaped thanks to his A.I (Artifical Intelligence) Lhermite, that sacrificed itself by using the last of his energy to teleport Cruz back to the Hidden Realm of the Technomagic. Instead of returning to the external world, he passed 4 years of his life trying to resurrect his home, by putting everything back to work thanks to the Data he acquired in his academic life. After hearing that the academy has been re-opened, Cruz decided to return, in hopes of improving himself so he can complete what he began. Main Theme: Night Walker Battle Theme: Clockwork Doll 2nd Battle Theme: Bullet Dance -Remix- Code Omnicalibur/JUDGE Theme: Sword of Doom -Remix-</s> <\|message\|>Cornelia Gamma Deus looked behind him, and saw the spears coming at him, Ice Spears, and 456 of them. He sighed. "Come on, give me a break! Aura Manipulation: Yellow Aura, Energetic Pressure!!" Deus's Aura began to grow in size, Releasing alot of energy, making himself like something like a bomb, which he wasn't, it's really hard to explain just click on the link. Anyways, The Pressure emanating from his Aura, made the Spears go flying. Suddenly two spheres made of pure Aura began to grow in Deus's hands. "Now's not the time Ryan! I need to stop Cornelia from killing Marcus!!" Cornelia Cornelia's face showed a wide grin as she thanked the man. Once he left she turned to face Marcus. "Now little boy, Time to pay you back for what tou did back there, and Kill you!" Cornelia's fire knives were now pointing at Marcus. She began to slash him with them. She laughed sadistically.</s> <\|message\|>Marcus Gracy Marcus eye site and hearing came back at the wrong time. Right when Cornilea threatened his life. " So you still wanna be a coward and fight while I'm weakened." He said standing up with a very angry expression on his face. Marcus thought Cornilea was the one who attacked him and he was not in the greatest of moods. "You're fucking with the wrong council member!" He shouted swing his arm back smashing the tree that stood behind him into pieces. Marcus eyes glared a dark blue but went back to their cyan color. He was feeding into his anger and madness wasn't to far behind. He punched the ground beneath them and caused a small creator to appear. The ground punch caused the firey knifes to ricochet and fly in random directions. Marcus charged at Cornilea attacking her with a countless number of punches. He was pretty pissed and it might be best for Cornilea to dodge the on coming assault .</s> <\|message\|>Alexander Faulkner Alex Faulkner "Phew, finally finished" mumbled Alex, stood up and stretched his limbs cause they had gone numb. What he had finished was mapping the entire island and everything that was on it, in his mind. He could now find his force field target more accurately and quickly than previously. He did a last wide search, pinpointing everyone in his mind and keeping everyones coordinates. While most of the students seemed to be constantly on the move, he could detect several force fields that were static. That meant that the people who emitted those force fields were standing still. What surpriced him the most though was that of those people, he could sense four whose force fields werer almost, if not, identical. That's odd... Alex thought. A force field is unique to each and every person and so, two or more people can't emit the same force field. Hmm.. except, what if those four.. are the same person, which would explain this perfectly! Alex didn't have any more time to waste thinking about it though, so he promptly teleported once again into the fray, to where he had pinpointed the four identical force fields. To his surprise, he appeared right in front of Meruin...or rather Meruins, four of them that is. "Hey, what are you cooking there?" he asked her casually but still ready for battle.</s> <\|message\|>Cornelia Gamma Cornelia stepped back, seeing the raw power that Marcus was using. She began laughing like a maniac, like the Genocide killer from Danganronpa. Once she saw Marcus attack, she decided it'd be best to relocate, then she got an Idea. "Subjective Reality: Meta-Teleportation!" In a flash Cornelia disappeared, Reappearing behind him a few feet back. She guessed it was time to let "it" feed on blood. "The Darkness in the Light, the Bloodthirsty sword of Darkness, I call to you now! Come before me!" Suddenly a flash of Purple Light, filled the Town, and in less than a second, a sword appeared before her, floating, emanating a Dark Aura, that could hurt you alot if you came in contact with the Aura. She grabbed the sword, and she began to undergo a transformation. She grew horns, and Demon Tail. She was ready to kill. Cornelia dashed forward in an attempt to slash Marcus.</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy Meruin, all four of them, kept chanting on. Teleportation was a highly noticeable process, even if just took a second, so Meruin wasn't all that surprised when Alex showed up. Moreover, she was wondering if Alex had already forgotten about Tony (there was also Lucy, but he didn't know that) and then began wondering what he was doing. There's no point in wasting time thinking about it, however, she thought. In a moment, all four Meruins drew runes into the air, which turned into sheets of glowing paper. Some launched themselves at Alex, others simply scattered around randomly, while still others simply floated in the space next to the Meruin's. NUMBER OF POSTS UNTIL THE SPELL GOES OFF: 23 NUMBER OF POSTS UNTIL THE SPELL GOES OFF: 57 NUMBER OF POSTS UNTIL THE SPELL GOES OFF: 13 NUMBER OF POSTS UNTIL THE SPELL GOES OFF: 5</s> <\|message\|>Alexander Faulkner Alex Faulkner Paper...she's attacking me with paper. Alex was confused but nevertheless, didn't underestimate the attack. It's Meruin we're talking about, those pieces of glowing paper had to have some properties he didn't know of. "Archimedes' Box!" Alex shouted and the familiar green rectangular construct appeared around Alex, encasing him inside and protecting him from whatever those pieces of paper that where flying towards his direction would do. Whilst inside his case, Alex raised both of his hands and pointed at each and every Meruin; slowly, the same green rectangular cube that had encased him was now forming around all of the Meruins. If he managed to trap the mage and her twins inside the boxes, Alex was planning to remove the air inside of them, rendering her chanting useless.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon "Let me think about it... No." Ryan quickly shot more ice spears, this time infused with magic. He also made an invisible shield of air about four feet in front of him.</s> <\|message\|>Deus Ira Deus looked at the Ice Spears that were now infused with magic. He cursed at the spears, as he put his two hands with the spheres togther, and pulled them back. "Ryan, Out of the way, if she kills Marcus then all of that would be on you since you didn't let me go, now get...out of the way!! Ka-Me-Ha-Me-Haaa!!!" A large wave of pure Aura was fired at the spears and at Ryan. Most of you will most likely be familiar with the famous DBZ Kamehameha technique, well Deus (I) wanted to do it, Plus Ryan needs to get out of the way for Deus to go to Marcus. As Deus was firing the wave of Pure Aura that should be avoided, it's a mix of Pure Aura and the Element of Air, Deus used Ability Create to add unto The Kamehameha making it even more destructive. Anyways, As Deus fired the Kamehameha wave, Kusanagi V2 appeared next to him out of nowhere. "Deus, don't use all of your power with this one, He's dangerous, Even I, a God, Would take precautions in battling him, I'll lend you some power from Kusanagi."</s>	<\|message\|>Pamela Armellia Agni Blackheart & Cerberus "It's time.", he said. Cerberus, using his own dark power, created a shield around him, Elza and Mithrail. BGM: Apocalypse in the Eyes of the Fallen "Extinction Syndrome!!", he declared as the magic circle that split the black sky broke into bits. Enormous pillars of black fire were raising from the broken ground. Pitch-black meteoros fell from sky alongside the purple beams. The air became more and more fiery and hands made of vengeful spirits and the deepest of nightmares walked in the ground, hoping to take hopeless people down to Jigoku and to the other levels of hell. Cerberus dissolved the shield and bowed to his master, which still floated in the air. Soon, two devil wings rose from his back as he grappled two scythes made of black fire."I bow and await your orders, my master Agni Blackheart, Devil Lord of Jigoku.", the familiar said. Agni looked at the chaos, expecting the time for him to go as destruction incarnate.</s>
<\|description\|>Pamela Armellia "I am the Diva of the Academy! Bow before my music, as I have a voice that even sirens have jealousy!" Age: 16 Gender: Female Abilities: Pamela's ability is the manipulation of the sound and noise. The main function of her ability is to change direction of magical projectiles, hers or from the enemy. Other than that, she can shoot musical notes while singing and each of those notes cause debuffs. * Red: attack down * Blue: defense down * Green: evasion down * Yellow: speed down * Orange: dexterity down * Purple: element proficiency down Her strongest attack, called Super Duper Symphony!, is a giant barrage of pink lasers followed bu an enormous rainbow beam shot by her. How you could work in a team: Support/Debuffer Personality: Pamela's attitude can be resumed into one word - snobbish. She truly believes that her voice is the best and that she is the best singer in existence. She loves to brag about her powers and hates people who disagree with her. Pamela also is an attention-lover. Main Theme: Brand New Diva Everyday!! Battle Theme: The Little Diva Dance 2nd Battle Theme: It's Miss Pamela! Super Duper Symphony! Theme: Active Angel II "You really don't know your place, huh? Oh well, I guess I'll beat you down for my fun." Name: Lynda "Lyn" Hermit Age: 19 Gender: Female Abilities: Lyn manipulates darkness, but it take form as slashes. With her despisal of projectiles, Lyn is very physical. She can call a black energy blade on her hand and use it as a weapon. How you could work in a team: Offense Personality: Lyn is the kind of person that despise the weak. She only respects the people who are formidably strong. Her level of ignorance can be rather high, especially when she is in a bad mood. Lyn loves to fight, so she never refuses one. History: Although it is too her surname, Lynda is actually a hermit that lived with a tribe, hidden from communication. Her tribe excelled at spirit control, but Lyn was against that, saying that it violated those who wanted to rest in peace. She eventually came to learn her powers through her lack of training with spiritism and with it, came her desire to meet strong people. By learning it, she was banished from her tribe, accused of being a "heretic". Without anywhere to go, she heard about the academy and headed there, hoping to meet strong people to fight. Main Theme: Rumble Temple Battle Theme: Rog limitation 2nd Battle Theme: Phantom VS Current "... I suppose I can battle with you. Just try your best to survive." Name: Agni Blackheart Age: 18 Gender: Male Abilities: Agni is a controller of dark fire, using both Fire and Dark elements at once. He possess a familiar called Cerberus, which aids him in battle when summoned. His strongest attack, called Extinction Syndrome, allows him to unleash chaos and destruction in the battlefield and makes him transform into a Devil Lord, which amplifies his stats at 150% percent. How you could work in a team: Doesn't work on teams. Personality: Agni is a rather cold and lone person. He prefers to act and live by himself than depending on others. He accepts help in occasions that he really needs. Otherwise, he resolves the situation by himself. Another notable thing is that Agni hates lies. People who lie a those which he'll truly hate. Other: He carries with him his special grimoire, called the Word of Hatred. Main Theme: The Piano for Agni Battle Theme: The Executioner 2nd Battle Theme: Condemnation Wings -Remix- Devil Lord Form: The Tyrant -Remix- "Experience is only collected through reality, so I would certainly enjoy a battle against you." Name: Cruz Meister Age: 19 Gender: Male Abilities: Cruz uses technomagic, which include the use of his intelligence and memories in the form of Data. His technomagic specializes in illusionism. Other than that, he can gather loose parts and equipment to create weapons, which is a basic ability for technomagicians. His strongest attack, How you could work in a team: Tactical. Personality: After living a while with others, Cruz grew to be a firm, responsible person. He is really intelligent and likes to extend his hand to offer help to others. Cruz is fast learner when it comes to people, so he knows on who he should trust and who doesn't deserve it. Other: By advancing his knowledge in technomagic, Cruz has as his main weapon a W.D.W (Wing Drive Weapon), which act as swords. History: Cruz is one of the survivors of the academy's explosion. He escaped thanks to his A.I (Artifical Intelligence) Lhermite, that sacrificed itself by using the last of his energy to teleport Cruz back to the Hidden Realm of the Technomagic. Instead of returning to the external world, he passed 4 years of his life trying to resurrect his home, by putting everything back to work thanks to the Data he acquired in his academic life. After hearing that the academy has been re-opened, Cruz decided to return, in hopes of improving himself so he can complete what he began. Main Theme: Night Walker Battle Theme: Clockwork Doll 2nd Battle Theme: Bullet Dance -Remix- Code Omnicalibur/JUDGE Theme: Sword of Doom -Remix-</s> <\|message\|>Pamela Armellia @JELDare@Eklispe@Vec@floodtalon@BranchOfSin@Slendy@DaDrummer676@Dash375@The ghost in black@Shikaru@ScorpionLantern Cruz Meister, Pamela Armellia, Lynda "Lyn" Hermit and Agni Blackheart (Devil Lord) Location: Town Center The three of them were still watching the hands when they suddenly disappeared from where Slick and Eris where. "They're gone...", she whispered. "I don't like this. For them to suddenly vanish like this ddoesn't sound any good...", Lyn commented. Then, a panel opened, informing Cruz about something dreadful. "What the heck?! This level of power coming from somewhere...!! It's really big!!", he said. When the girls looked at it, they two got surprised. "F-F-From where is this coming, Cruz?!", Pamela asked, completely frightened. Devil Lord Agni's Theme: The Tyrant -Remix- Agni reappeared at the center of the entire battlefield. He opened his majestic devil wings and looked around. After that, he started to draw purple lines in space with his fingers. In many directions, in many sizes... those lines would form a net. Agni started to float in the air and his scythes started to fly around him. "... Let destruction ruin incarnate.", he spoke. The two scythes danced in the air, reaping space in the direction of the lines. They were randomly drawed, so the aim wasn't in a single spot. It was on various directions. Those slashed spaces opened holes. Then, with his aura flowing excessive amounts of power, his voice echoed throughout the entire town. "Omnidirection Decimatio!!" From those holes, enormous beams of dark fire were shot all at once. Cruz spied a little from the back of the building they were hiding, until that purple light came. "Get down!!", he said. Pamela and Lynda followed his order and quicly ducked. The dark fire beam passed and destroyed half of the house. It was during for a long time. "W-W-W-We have to get out of here!!", Pamela said. Lyn looked around, trying to find a hideout, but eventually found something else: Cerberus, on the top of a roof. "Look!! It's Blackheart's familiar!!", she said pointing out to him. "...!! That's...!!", Cerberus said to himself. Upon looking at him, he immediately recognized Cruz. Seeing that he was found, he immediately ran to the other side. "After him!!", Cruz said. After crawling to leave the area of the fire beam, the three of them jumped onto the roof and started to follow him.</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy Meruin chuckled lightly. "Ryan, it's not wrong to want to challenge us. If they want to, let them come, who knows, perhaps it may be enjoyable." She turned to Deus. "As for your question Deus . . . well, the name Merlin is rather famous, so it would be difficult for me not to have heard it," she said. She then paused and thought for a few seconds. "For what is happening to you, I have a few theories, but I can't be sure of them until I have more information." She was about to suggest they meet up later when Agni decided that it was time for more fireworks. "Well Ryan, what did I tell you?" she said calmly looking a the dark purple beams. It impacted against a barrier seven meters in front of her, and tore right through it before hitting another barrier which stopped it completely.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan was shocked. "Really, after what you saw you want to fight? How stupid can one man be?" Ryan dodged the Dark beams and frowned intensely. "Grimoire Art: The Emperor!" Lightning flashed in the sky as it began to strike the surrounding area. "Thousand Arms of Lightning!" All of the lightning instantly converged on Agni as Ryan looked at Meruin. "Thats not going to hit. Prepare a bunker buster spell when possible." Ryan was now in tactical mode.</s> <\|message\|>Deus Ira Deus looked at Meruin with a puzzled looked on his face. 'My Father was....famous?? Also what does she mean by theories..Oh we-' Deus' train of though was cut in half to see Agni and the activation of a spell. He sighed as the Beams went straight to him. 'I'm not even fighting anymore... Damm, Battle Maniacs..I guess people never learn do they.' He saw as Ryan send the lighting to strike Agni, he then heard him say that they wouldn't hit so Deus got an Idea. He looked at Ryan and then at Meruin. "If I can propose a truce...Would that be okay with you, I have a plan to take Agni out or just stop him.. I can create something called a Spirit Bomb, which if infused with Magic Negation should be able to Negate his spell, and take him out for some time." Deus said as he dodged one of the beam. He sighed. 'What's the use of these things if they won't even hit their targets?'</s> <\|message\|>Marcus Gracy Marcus laid limp on the ground. He could stand up and just commit suicide right then and there but that'll only make him even more pathetic. "..I'm just fucking pathetic." Marcus said laying face down in the dirt. He soon felt the pulse of negative energy that Agni was giving off and sighed heavily. Marcus stood to his feet and slowly walked towards the direction Agni was in. He activated his nullification ability and tapped into his negative energy. Marcus wasn't in the best of shap to be in another full heated battle. Blood dripped down the side of his face as he coughed. "I....must redeem...myself" He said between heavy breathes. The way he was walking it was surly gonna take him along time to get to Agni.</s> <\|message\|>Slick Sloth Zairos III Slick saw the black fire rain down. Smiling, he held his arms above his head and made his skin become blue dragon scales. He absorbed all the fire inside the scales. "Now this should be fun."</s>	<\|message\|>Pamela Armellia Cruz Meister, Pamela Armellia, Lynda "Lyn" Hermit and Agni Blackheart (Devil Lord) & Cerberus Location: Town Center BGM: The Tyrant -Remix- still playing The lightning was completely point blank. And one who knew Ryan's power would never be able to survive that... but nothing made the Devil Lord shken a little bit. He had closed himself into his wings and as he opened, he looked at the direction where he could feel him and drew a magic circle in his front. "... Go.", he said. A giant hand rose from it and lunged at the direction where they were. The most possible target was going to be Marcus, which conditions would only take him to his death. Seeing the hand from the rooftop, the trio kept chasing Cerberus... until Cruz saw who was going to be caught. "Oh no!! Watch out!!", he said, while changing directions to do a leap towards Marcus. Pamela and Lyn stopped momentarily to see it. Using a Data orb to give him impluse, Cruz leaped and managed to reach Marcus. Still in the air, he shoved the student council member away from the hand's grasp, being caught instead. "Cruz!!!", Pamela screamed, completely worried. Lynda just watched in awe of what he was doing for someone that was weak. The hand retreated back to its master and upon reaching Agni, it threw Cruz a little away from him. Agni's eyes opened widely as he saw the fish he caught. "I've finally got you... now, you'll meet hell, you worthless monster!!!", he screamed. His echo could be heard. Cruz got up and called his Wing Drive Weapon. "Monster? Me? Look at yourself in the mirror and then we'll talk more about monstrocity.", he mocked Agni, but he was nervous. Agni grasped his two scythes and looked firecely at Cruz, who looked back at the same way. "This is the day you'll die, Cruz Meister, abomination in the world of magic!!!" "Oh, was that a prejudice against me?! No way I'm gonna let that pass so easily!!" Agni vanished in a second. When Cruz looked at his back, his head grazed a slash. Agni assaulted him with a quick, yet powerful scythe assault, but Cruz amanged to defend himself with the Wing Drive Weapon shielding him. The technomage slashed back in hopes of countering, but the speed that Agni was possessing at that moment was unimaginable, so it missed. In the rooftop, Cerberus was distracted and was almost hit by a slash projectile. When he looked, Lyn was in position to fight. He entered in his own position. Lynda's Battle Theme: Rog limitation "I will not let you interfere with my master's plan!!" "You're just a dog. What will you be able to do other than bark?" Cerberus dashed at Lynda, knowing that his speed is superior to hers. But she was fast too and able to evade his charges. Then, they dueled to see who slashed more: him with his claws or her with slashes of dark energy. "You are good with your kicks! But do you think you will keep up?!", he said. "Dude, I'll outsmart you soon enough!", she said, going with another sessing of roundhouse kicks while trying to cut him. It wasn't easy for him to admit, but Lynda could easily beat him if she wanted to. Their duel wouldn't be something easy. The roof wasn't that big, so Cerberus eventually planned to jump onto another roof and keep moving. However, he was hit with a sweep slash and fell. Lyn and Pamela dropped down from the roof, getting in the front of Meruin and the others. She looked back at them. "You guys can take care of Blackheart and leave this puppy with us.", she said, while charging back at him.</s>
<\|description\|>Pamela Armellia "I am the Diva of the Academy! Bow before my music, as I have a voice that even sirens have jealousy!" Age: 16 Gender: Female Abilities: Pamela's ability is the manipulation of the sound and noise. The main function of her ability is to change direction of magical projectiles, hers or from the enemy. Other than that, she can shoot musical notes while singing and each of those notes cause debuffs. * Red: attack down * Blue: defense down * Green: evasion down * Yellow: speed down * Orange: dexterity down * Purple: element proficiency down Her strongest attack, called Super Duper Symphony!, is a giant barrage of pink lasers followed bu an enormous rainbow beam shot by her. How you could work in a team: Support/Debuffer Personality: Pamela's attitude can be resumed into one word - snobbish. She truly believes that her voice is the best and that she is the best singer in existence. She loves to brag about her powers and hates people who disagree with her. Pamela also is an attention-lover. Main Theme: Brand New Diva Everyday!! Battle Theme: The Little Diva Dance 2nd Battle Theme: It's Miss Pamela! Super Duper Symphony! Theme: Active Angel II "You really don't know your place, huh? Oh well, I guess I'll beat you down for my fun." Name: Lynda "Lyn" Hermit Age: 19 Gender: Female Abilities: Lyn manipulates darkness, but it take form as slashes. With her despisal of projectiles, Lyn is very physical. She can call a black energy blade on her hand and use it as a weapon. How you could work in a team: Offense Personality: Lyn is the kind of person that despise the weak. She only respects the people who are formidably strong. Her level of ignorance can be rather high, especially when she is in a bad mood. Lyn loves to fight, so she never refuses one. History: Although it is too her surname, Lynda is actually a hermit that lived with a tribe, hidden from communication. Her tribe excelled at spirit control, but Lyn was against that, saying that it violated those who wanted to rest in peace. She eventually came to learn her powers through her lack of training with spiritism and with it, came her desire to meet strong people. By learning it, she was banished from her tribe, accused of being a "heretic". Without anywhere to go, she heard about the academy and headed there, hoping to meet strong people to fight. Main Theme: Rumble Temple Battle Theme: Rog limitation 2nd Battle Theme: Phantom VS Current "... I suppose I can battle with you. Just try your best to survive." Name: Agni Blackheart Age: 18 Gender: Male Abilities: Agni is a controller of dark fire, using both Fire and Dark elements at once. He possess a familiar called Cerberus, which aids him in battle when summoned. His strongest attack, called Extinction Syndrome, allows him to unleash chaos and destruction in the battlefield and makes him transform into a Devil Lord, which amplifies his stats at 150% percent. How you could work in a team: Doesn't work on teams. Personality: Agni is a rather cold and lone person. He prefers to act and live by himself than depending on others. He accepts help in occasions that he really needs. Otherwise, he resolves the situation by himself. Another notable thing is that Agni hates lies. People who lie a those which he'll truly hate. Other: He carries with him his special grimoire, called the Word of Hatred. Main Theme: The Piano for Agni Battle Theme: The Executioner 2nd Battle Theme: Condemnation Wings -Remix- Devil Lord Form: The Tyrant -Remix- "Experience is only collected through reality, so I would certainly enjoy a battle against you." Name: Cruz Meister Age: 19 Gender: Male Abilities: Cruz uses technomagic, which include the use of his intelligence and memories in the form of Data. His technomagic specializes in illusionism. Other than that, he can gather loose parts and equipment to create weapons, which is a basic ability for technomagicians. His strongest attack, How you could work in a team: Tactical. Personality: After living a while with others, Cruz grew to be a firm, responsible person. He is really intelligent and likes to extend his hand to offer help to others. Cruz is fast learner when it comes to people, so he knows on who he should trust and who doesn't deserve it. Other: By advancing his knowledge in technomagic, Cruz has as his main weapon a W.D.W (Wing Drive Weapon), which act as swords. History: Cruz is one of the survivors of the academy's explosion. He escaped thanks to his A.I (Artifical Intelligence) Lhermite, that sacrificed itself by using the last of his energy to teleport Cruz back to the Hidden Realm of the Technomagic. Instead of returning to the external world, he passed 4 years of his life trying to resurrect his home, by putting everything back to work thanks to the Data he acquired in his academic life. After hearing that the academy has been re-opened, Cruz decided to return, in hopes of improving himself so he can complete what he began. Main Theme: Night Walker Battle Theme: Clockwork Doll 2nd Battle Theme: Bullet Dance -Remix- Code Omnicalibur/JUDGE Theme: Sword of Doom -Remix-</s> <\|message\|>Pamela Armellia Cruz Meister, Pamela Armellia, Lynda "Lyn" Hermit and Agni Blackheart & Cerberus Location: Town Center A beep cold be heard. When he heard it, Cruz took his pendant of his neck and held it. The town can't be left in shambles like this. Even if its purpose was solely for our fight..., he thought. He kneeled and placed his hand open in the ground, with the pendant under it. A giant magic circle appeared under him, as static was being constantly released from his body. Red eyes that were shining more than a polished ruby, Cruz declares his spell. "Code: Reality/RESET!!", he declares, as the static appeared more and more. A blinding and expanding light started to rose from Cruz, engulfing the unconscious Agni first. While battling Lynda, Cerberus, finally noticed the lack of Agni's power in the air. My master...!! This cannot be...!!, the thought of Agni's defeat running in his mind, constricting the fragile pride that Cerberus had. But when he looked back, the engulfing light of Reality/RESET was already approaching. "Gggggh...!! This blinding light...!!", he said, while closing his eyes and protecting them with his arms. Behind him, the two girls were too closing her eyes. "Darn it...!! It's like when you're looking directly at the sun...!!", she said. "W-Where is Cruz?! What is going to happen to him?!", Pamela spoke, worried about Cruz. But she didn't have time to give hypotesis, as she, Lyn and Cerberus were engulfed by that light. It couldn't be nullified by anything, nor it could be stopped by any magic of different reality. It was only an emergencial code, both for the user and for the enviroment around him. Soon, the light expanded even more, engulfing everyone into it... @Shikaru@Eklispe@JELDare@Vec@The ghost in black@Slendy@BranchOfSin@ScorpionLantern@Zetsuko@floodtalon</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy Meruin was for once, fully surprised by the spell Cruz unleashed. She shot a dirty glance at the blinding light, right before teleporting right next to Ryan. The light shined through them, however, the area nine square meters around Meruin was still damaged, and remained the same as before. "Oh . . . it was harmless," said Meruin, looking around her. It looked like all the spell did was fix things. Well, whatever. Cruz should have known better than to cast a spell like that without telling anyone. , @floodtalon</s> <\|message\|>Cornelia Gamma Deus nods as Marcus grabbed unto Cornelia. He began charging up his power for one last strike before it disappeared. Deus disappeared and reappeared on top of Cornelia, but Cornelia didn't sense him, since her World power had malfunctioned, she could only use it for a limited time. Deus grabbed Cornelia by the hair, and threw her up in the air. He took out Kusanagi and Impaled her through the Heart and then sliced her legs, making her unable to move for some time. Cornelia and Deus both began free falling from the sky, they were both knocked out. When they hit the ground, a loud thud could be heard. Cornelia Cornelia was taken by surprise as Marcus and Deus double teamed her. She sighed as she knew that she was defeated right then and there. She cursed that she held back and didn't use her final trump card named Complete Arsenal. As she free felll from the sky, she cursed at both Marcus and Deus.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan didn't even flinch as he saw what could have been the equivalent of a magical nuke heading straight towards him. Meruin flashed next to him and blocked it quite easily. "Nice reflexes." He commented quite casually. He watched Cornelia fall from the sky and smiled a little. "I do believe it's over." He got up and cleared his throat. "Let's be quite clear here! If anyone else feels like trying to kill, maim, or destroy anyone here, then step on up! Because I am getting quite sick of being surprised by people trying to kill other people!" He yelled as he cast a minor spell to make his voice louder.</s> <\|message\|>Marcus Gracy Marcus smiled happily as Deus lands the finishing blow on to Cornelia. He walked towards Deus's and Cornelia's unconscious bodies and picked up the both of them carrying them on his shoulders. He was to busy being happy about the ending of the hectic battle that he didn't notice the spontaneous beam of light that in golfed him. His surroundings were rebuilded and back to there perfect state. Marcus's eyes reverted back to their normal cyan color. The sky also seem to become clearer after Cornelia's defeat. He walks towards Ryan and Meruin still carrying Deus and his soon to be girl friend. "That was one hell of a fight!" He happily shouted getting closer to them. Hopefully that was the last fight of this choatic battle royal.</s> <\|message\|>Pamela Armellia Cruz Meister, Pamela Armellia, Lynda "Lyn" Hermit and Agni Blackheart & Cerberus Location: Rebuilt Town Center As the light faded away, the town was completely rebuilt. Back to the state it was before everything began. When they opened their eyes, it seemed like a miracle. "The town... it was rebuilt?", Lynda asked. "Look! O-Over there!!", Pamela said, pointing to Cruz and Agni. The technomage could barely get up. He was tired. His opponent just opened his eyes, only to see the blue sky. The hell wolf, with a single dash, reached his target. "My master!!". Cerberus said, upon reaching Agni. Pamela ran towards Cruz, holding her microphone tightly. She knew that Agni would do something. And right she were, since in the moment he got up, he alled a scythe and prepared to slash Cruz. However... "Ugh!!", he said. Agni was unable to slash, let alone move his arm. The massive power he used backfires every time it's over, leaving him weak. However, he tried to move more and more. "My master, you must stop! You are in no condition to continue with this!", Cerberus said. "Let go of me... let me kill him already!!", he shouted. "... Is this all some prejudice? What... did I ever do to you...?", Cruz asked, with a weak voice. Upon hearing that question, some tears fell from Agni's face. "You bastard... you even dare to ask, huh? You got balls to do that, after making me and sister suffer like you did, you murderer!!", Agni shouted again, louder than the last time. Cruz raised his head, looking directly at him. "M-Murderer... what are you talking... about? I would... never... kill... someone...", Cruz said, his voice getting weaker and weaker. "... Mark my words. I don't care what it takes, or who's getting in my way... but I'll have my revenge. I will take your life away...!! And you'll suffer so much, so much... jsut like I... did...", Agni swore. After than, not having any energy anymore, both fell down again. "My master! I... I must go for now! Please excuse me!!", Cerberus said, completely worried with his master's state. Using his own power, he took himself and Agni back to the academy. "Cruz!! Cruz!! Wake up!!", Pamela said, shaking him. He was still conscious, but with his eyes closed. "Sorry... but I can't... go on anymore. It's... thanks to me... that... we lost...", he spoke, almost whispering. Lyn apprached him and kneeled down. "You still care about winning? After all that happened, I just want to go back...", she said, laughing a bit. "I... see. In the... next time. we'll do it. I'm... su... re....", the last words he spoke fore getting unconscious. It was actually the first time he used Reality/RESET, so his own magical system wasn't ready for something like that. The two girls got up. Then, Pamela saw a thin thread on the ground and pulled it. It was Cruz's pendant. It was a blue cross, but its light was really dim. "It's really beautiful... I wonder if this was something that a friend gave to him.", she commented. "It's really different from anything I have seen. I don't know anything about this jewel.", she said. They kept looking at the pendant... rather, the mark wielded by the King of the Technomages.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan looked over at the scene going on between Pamela and Lyn. He walked over towards them and put on his most smug grin he could muster. "I don't suppose you two have an alternate form designed to try and kill me?" He asked sarcastically as he looked over Cruz. "He'll be fine. He overloaded his magical system. I amazed he didn't scar his soul, but either way he's fine. Now give up. I don't want to have to hurt you two, I'm about five minutes from passing out myself." He asked politely. This is probably the most polite he's been in the past 5 years.</s>	<\|message\|>Pamela Armellia Cruz Meister, Pamela Armellia and Lynda "Lyn" Hermit Both girls looked at Ryan and then at each other. "Well... I-I do give up. I'm more worried about Cruz than with some victory...", Pamela spoke while looking at the unconscious friend. Lyn sighed and gave her answer. "I don't think we have many choices, do we? I don't know about Arcadius over there, but I'm out... for now.", she said, disappointed. Then, a weak panel appeared right at them. The message converter from the symbols to letters. Hey... Um, you're probably asking how this appeared if I'm not awake, but... I just wanted to ask a favor. I don't know when I'll wake up, so I want you to question Agni. I want to know why he wants to kill me that much...</s>
<\|description\|>Pamela Armellia "I am the Diva of the Academy! Bow before my music, as I have a voice that even sirens have jealousy!" Age: 16 Gender: Female Abilities: Pamela's ability is the manipulation of the sound and noise. The main function of her ability is to change direction of magical projectiles, hers or from the enemy. Other than that, she can shoot musical notes while singing and each of those notes cause debuffs. * Red: attack down * Blue: defense down * Green: evasion down * Yellow: speed down * Orange: dexterity down * Purple: element proficiency down Her strongest attack, called Super Duper Symphony!, is a giant barrage of pink lasers followed bu an enormous rainbow beam shot by her. How you could work in a team: Support/Debuffer Personality: Pamela's attitude can be resumed into one word - snobbish. She truly believes that her voice is the best and that she is the best singer in existence. She loves to brag about her powers and hates people who disagree with her. Pamela also is an attention-lover. Main Theme: Brand New Diva Everyday!! Battle Theme: The Little Diva Dance 2nd Battle Theme: It's Miss Pamela! Super Duper Symphony! Theme: Active Angel II "You really don't know your place, huh? Oh well, I guess I'll beat you down for my fun." Name: Lynda "Lyn" Hermit Age: 19 Gender: Female Abilities: Lyn manipulates darkness, but it take form as slashes. With her despisal of projectiles, Lyn is very physical. She can call a black energy blade on her hand and use it as a weapon. How you could work in a team: Offense Personality: Lyn is the kind of person that despise the weak. She only respects the people who are formidably strong. Her level of ignorance can be rather high, especially when she is in a bad mood. Lyn loves to fight, so she never refuses one. History: Although it is too her surname, Lynda is actually a hermit that lived with a tribe, hidden from communication. Her tribe excelled at spirit control, but Lyn was against that, saying that it violated those who wanted to rest in peace. She eventually came to learn her powers through her lack of training with spiritism and with it, came her desire to meet strong people. By learning it, she was banished from her tribe, accused of being a "heretic". Without anywhere to go, she heard about the academy and headed there, hoping to meet strong people to fight. Main Theme: Rumble Temple Battle Theme: Rog limitation 2nd Battle Theme: Phantom VS Current "... I suppose I can battle with you. Just try your best to survive." Name: Agni Blackheart Age: 18 Gender: Male Abilities: Agni is a controller of dark fire, using both Fire and Dark elements at once. He possess a familiar called Cerberus, which aids him in battle when summoned. His strongest attack, called Extinction Syndrome, allows him to unleash chaos and destruction in the battlefield and makes him transform into a Devil Lord, which amplifies his stats at 150% percent. How you could work in a team: Doesn't work on teams. Personality: Agni is a rather cold and lone person. He prefers to act and live by himself than depending on others. He accepts help in occasions that he really needs. Otherwise, he resolves the situation by himself. Another notable thing is that Agni hates lies. People who lie a those which he'll truly hate. Other: He carries with him his special grimoire, called the Word of Hatred. Main Theme: The Piano for Agni Battle Theme: The Executioner 2nd Battle Theme: Condemnation Wings -Remix- Devil Lord Form: The Tyrant -Remix- "Experience is only collected through reality, so I would certainly enjoy a battle against you." Name: Cruz Meister Age: 19 Gender: Male Abilities: Cruz uses technomagic, which include the use of his intelligence and memories in the form of Data. His technomagic specializes in illusionism. Other than that, he can gather loose parts and equipment to create weapons, which is a basic ability for technomagicians. His strongest attack, How you could work in a team: Tactical. Personality: After living a while with others, Cruz grew to be a firm, responsible person. He is really intelligent and likes to extend his hand to offer help to others. Cruz is fast learner when it comes to people, so he knows on who he should trust and who doesn't deserve it. Other: By advancing his knowledge in technomagic, Cruz has as his main weapon a W.D.W (Wing Drive Weapon), which act as swords. History: Cruz is one of the survivors of the academy's explosion. He escaped thanks to his A.I (Artifical Intelligence) Lhermite, that sacrificed itself by using the last of his energy to teleport Cruz back to the Hidden Realm of the Technomagic. Instead of returning to the external world, he passed 4 years of his life trying to resurrect his home, by putting everything back to work thanks to the Data he acquired in his academic life. After hearing that the academy has been re-opened, Cruz decided to return, in hopes of improving himself so he can complete what he began. Main Theme: Night Walker Battle Theme: Clockwork Doll 2nd Battle Theme: Bullet Dance -Remix- Code Omnicalibur/JUDGE Theme: Sword of Doom -Remix-</s> <\|message\|>Elza Sol finished off the last of his pancakes and lounged around bored watching Dues and Slick with mild interest. So far the year hadn't been too exciting; he hadn't even gotten to participate in the team battle at the start of the year. At this point he was almost out of practice with how little actual combat he had done. --- Elza groaned and walked into the cafeteria dragging her feet like a zombie. She walked straight to the drink table and grabbed a cub of black coffee before sitting down and slowing sipping it down a languid expression on her face. Elza hated mornings.</s> <\|message\|>Deus Ira Deus ignored Ryan's remark and looked at Slick who had answered his question. "Alright, So I'm going to Implant some of my Aura into you and attempt to see what is wrong, you might feel a little excruciating pain." Deus looked at Slick, trying to find a small opening in his Aura, and when he found it he quickly began to insert his Aura into him. What this would do is that it would attempt to heal his Powers. Deus guessed that his powers had Imploded like that because of the opposing forces of the team battle, these powers were so strong, no wonder eyes couldn't keep up with them. "Ouch! There seems that something is wrong with your powers, Like a blockage or something of some kind. That's all I can tell you for now Slick, Sorry If I wasn't much help." Deus said as he sat back down sighing. He was tired, so it would be easy to do anything to him right now anyways.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan ignored both of them and looked at the ceiling. "All I'm saying is if I hear explosions I'm going to kick someone's ass." He went back to his book and eating.</s> <\|message\|>Pamela Armellia Cruz Meister, Pamela Armellia and Lynda "Lyn" Hermit Location: Cafeteria The trio entered the cafeteria. Pamela was hugging Cruz's arm tightly while walking with a big smile and don't even knowing the faces that both made. "Ugh... I've slept for a long time. I didn't thought that emergency codes were that exhausting...", he spoke. "I was like, really worried, you know! I mean, what if you didn't woke up?!", Pamela said. "... Let's just get our lunches. We're late, you know.", Lyn said, leaving to see what was today's food. Then, the two walked towards everyone and sat. "Hey... so, what did I lost?", he asked.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon "Nothing too special. Also Ms. Armellia, please let go of Mr Meister's arm, otherwise I will have to write both of you up for public displays of affection." Ryan looked up from his book at the both of them. "If you're going to have some fun, keep it in the bedroom." He grinned slightly with those words hoping to embarrass them. "Or don't. I would have to write you up for a boy being in girl dormitories or girl being in boy dormitories if you did that." He looked very thoughtful at that statement. "You know what. Just... make sure to be safe. Yeah, that's pretty all encompassing." He began to ramble to himself abound t various rules and regulations.</s> <\|message\|>Pamela Armellia Cruz Meister, Pamela Armellia and Lynda "Lyn" Hermit Location: Cafeteria "A-A-A-Ahh!! Y-Y-You perv!! J-Just because you're from the student council d-d-doesn't mean you have to say such... s-such indecent, perverted things!!", Pamela screamed getting red, like a tomato. "Dude, I understand about harassing someone, but that was way too much.", she said. "... Wait a minute. I didn't got it. What do you exactly mean by public affection? And what this about bedrooms?" The two girls couldn't do anything other than looking with faces of awe. And on a negative sense. "Don't tell me... a technomagician, supposed to know everything, is so clueless about love?", Lyn asked. "It's not like I don't understand what love is, I just... Wait, no, I really don't understand anything about love. I've read it about it, but...", he said. Lyn just slapped her own face in disappointment, but at the same time she laughed a little. After all, Ryan's trick to get both embarassed didn't work. Or rather, it worked halfway. Pamela sighed a little. He didn't got embarassed, but she knew she had to let go of his arm. And Cruz... let's just say he left to the food stand, wondering about what Ryan said, seeing himself as a completely clueless and innocent children. "After this, I don't think anything worse can happen.", she commented while sitting. "C-Could you please leave your abusiveness away whenever I'm walking with Cruz, please?", she said, on a serious tone. "Says the girl that is abusing of how clueless he is to walk around making it look that you two are dating... when you aren't. Would it hurt for you to stop those rumors? People keep asking me about them and it's giving me a headache.", Lyn commented. Pamela simply looked away angry.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan smiled. "In all seriousness though, how is Mr Meister? He's been in a coma since the battle which is quite worrying. There is a chance his muscles have atrophied. Actually it should be a certainty that has happened. Yet he's walking perfectly fine as of now." Ryan had a semi confused look on his face. "And do forgive me for the embarrassing comments. It's not very often I get to have fun like that."</s> <\|message\|>Pamela Armellia Cruz Meister, Pamela Armellia and Lynda "Lyn" Hermit Location: Cafeteria BGM: Sacred Moon "Well, to be honest... even though he is walking well, we aren't that so sure... He did a quick analysis on his body and magical state and everything seemed normal.", Pamela said, with a worried face. Lyn looked down. She hadn't start eating her pancakes. "That... magic he used to rebuild the town. Do any of you have any plausible idea of what that was? I mean, to make a destroyed town back to normal in just a second...", Lyn commented. Pamela started to think a little about it. Then, Cruz came to them and sat down. But after he put his plate on the table, his right arm flickered, like an image being shown on a TV that's almost breaking up. He felt a moderate pain. "Cruz, are you alright?!", Pamela was the first to ask. "D-Don't worry about it. It... was absolutely nothing.", he said, holding the arm. But the said arm flickered once more. "Alright, that's it. I'll take you to your room.", Lyn said, getting up. "I... I said it's fine! You don't have to worry about me!", he said. "No discussion. If whatever happening at your arm looks painful, what if it happens at your legs too?", she asked, still with a serious face. Cruz looked down to the ground and stood quiet. He was nervous to admit, but just because he woke up didn't mean he was ready.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan closed his book and stood up. "Mr Meister, I'm asking you, face to face, whether you are injured. If you do not comply in answering I will have to write you up for lying to a Council Member. The punishment for such an action is left up to the Council Member who is lied to, and I will not be kind in my punishment. Now speak." Ryan commanded in a very no nonsense tone. "Also, if you survive my punishment, I'm passing you off to Meruin for punishment." He added as an afterthought.</s>	<\|message\|>Pamela Armellia Cruz Meister, Pamela Armellia and Lynda "Lyn" Hermit Location: Cafeteria "... My magic system...", he mumbled. "Cruz...?", Pamela asked again. "I...I'll just confess. That code... Reality/RESET... it damaged my magic system.", he said. Lyn just let her fork fall down on the ground. "You're... saying that the magic you used was able to damage your entire system?!", she asked. "It's an emergencial code. Its meaning is to restore my homeland. It's only usable by the... by certain technomagicians. It restores everything that has been destroyed into its original state. However, that damages the user's entire magic system.", he explained. Both Lynda and Pamela just looked at him, shocked after hearing all of that. "My state of coma... was supposed to be longer. I would have to be sleeping for a week, for it to recover fully. However... since I broke the estimated time, and if I calculate it rightly, I only recovered 40% of my system. And even if it's big, it's not enough.", he kept explaining. "So in the end... you did a fake analysis and lied to us. Now it begs the question... why?", Lyn questioned. "... I... just never wanted anyone worried about me. I agreed with myself that, independent of my actions so far, I would let fate decide for how long my life should be. And I don't want anyone worrying about some so- ARGH!!", Cruz's arm flickered once more. "I... I-I think it's best if we returned you to your room and put you on your bed. Maybe a little more rest can make things better.", Pamela suggested. It was written on her face that she was seriously cncerned. But Cuz was reluctant to that idea. "Gghh... there's... no need to... I can't rest anymore... not with much things that I still have to do.", his face expressed pain, although he didn't wanted to rest again... because of his kingdom. "... Ryan, your orders.", Lyn asked to him. She directly knew that talking with Cru is a waste of time, deciding to go to an authority and leaving her way of doing things aside.</s>
<\|description\|>Pamela Armellia "I am the Diva of the Academy! Bow before my music, as I have a voice that even sirens have jealousy!" Age: 16 Gender: Female Abilities: Pamela's ability is the manipulation of the sound and noise. The main function of her ability is to change direction of magical projectiles, hers or from the enemy. Other than that, she can shoot musical notes while singing and each of those notes cause debuffs. * Red: attack down * Blue: defense down * Green: evasion down * Yellow: speed down * Orange: dexterity down * Purple: element proficiency down Her strongest attack, called Super Duper Symphony!, is a giant barrage of pink lasers followed bu an enormous rainbow beam shot by her. How you could work in a team: Support/Debuffer Personality: Pamela's attitude can be resumed into one word - snobbish. She truly believes that her voice is the best and that she is the best singer in existence. She loves to brag about her powers and hates people who disagree with her. Pamela also is an attention-lover. Main Theme: Brand New Diva Everyday!! Battle Theme: The Little Diva Dance 2nd Battle Theme: It's Miss Pamela! Super Duper Symphony! Theme: Active Angel II "You really don't know your place, huh? Oh well, I guess I'll beat you down for my fun." Name: Lynda "Lyn" Hermit Age: 19 Gender: Female Abilities: Lyn manipulates darkness, but it take form as slashes. With her despisal of projectiles, Lyn is very physical. She can call a black energy blade on her hand and use it as a weapon. How you could work in a team: Offense Personality: Lyn is the kind of person that despise the weak. She only respects the people who are formidably strong. Her level of ignorance can be rather high, especially when she is in a bad mood. Lyn loves to fight, so she never refuses one. History: Although it is too her surname, Lynda is actually a hermit that lived with a tribe, hidden from communication. Her tribe excelled at spirit control, but Lyn was against that, saying that it violated those who wanted to rest in peace. She eventually came to learn her powers through her lack of training with spiritism and with it, came her desire to meet strong people. By learning it, she was banished from her tribe, accused of being a "heretic". Without anywhere to go, she heard about the academy and headed there, hoping to meet strong people to fight. Main Theme: Rumble Temple Battle Theme: Rog limitation 2nd Battle Theme: Phantom VS Current "... I suppose I can battle with you. Just try your best to survive." Name: Agni Blackheart Age: 18 Gender: Male Abilities: Agni is a controller of dark fire, using both Fire and Dark elements at once. He possess a familiar called Cerberus, which aids him in battle when summoned. His strongest attack, called Extinction Syndrome, allows him to unleash chaos and destruction in the battlefield and makes him transform into a Devil Lord, which amplifies his stats at 150% percent. How you could work in a team: Doesn't work on teams. Personality: Agni is a rather cold and lone person. He prefers to act and live by himself than depending on others. He accepts help in occasions that he really needs. Otherwise, he resolves the situation by himself. Another notable thing is that Agni hates lies. People who lie a those which he'll truly hate. Other: He carries with him his special grimoire, called the Word of Hatred. Main Theme: The Piano for Agni Battle Theme: The Executioner 2nd Battle Theme: Condemnation Wings -Remix- Devil Lord Form: The Tyrant -Remix- "Experience is only collected through reality, so I would certainly enjoy a battle against you." Name: Cruz Meister Age: 19 Gender: Male Abilities: Cruz uses technomagic, which include the use of his intelligence and memories in the form of Data. His technomagic specializes in illusionism. Other than that, he can gather loose parts and equipment to create weapons, which is a basic ability for technomagicians. His strongest attack, How you could work in a team: Tactical. Personality: After living a while with others, Cruz grew to be a firm, responsible person. He is really intelligent and likes to extend his hand to offer help to others. Cruz is fast learner when it comes to people, so he knows on who he should trust and who doesn't deserve it. Other: By advancing his knowledge in technomagic, Cruz has as his main weapon a W.D.W (Wing Drive Weapon), which act as swords. History: Cruz is one of the survivors of the academy's explosion. He escaped thanks to his A.I (Artifical Intelligence) Lhermite, that sacrificed itself by using the last of his energy to teleport Cruz back to the Hidden Realm of the Technomagic. Instead of returning to the external world, he passed 4 years of his life trying to resurrect his home, by putting everything back to work thanks to the Data he acquired in his academic life. After hearing that the academy has been re-opened, Cruz decided to return, in hopes of improving himself so he can complete what he began. Main Theme: Night Walker Battle Theme: Clockwork Doll 2nd Battle Theme: Bullet Dance -Remix- Code Omnicalibur/JUDGE Theme: Sword of Doom -Remix-</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan sighed as all the damage was fixed around him. "Great. I'm the bad guy for doing my job." He walked out of the gym and looked at the sky. He thought about the Council. " I'm going to need to talk to the President. We need some serious restructuring." He teleported to the Council Meeting room and sat down. His chair would light up as he was accounted for and he began thinking.</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy The small mage turned her head, wondering who it was. Upon seeing Deus, Meruin frowned slightly. 'What did he need?' she thought. Upon hearing her request, Meruin tilted her head. It seemed like whatever he needed to say, it had to be in private. "Excuse me for a moment, Liz." "Very well," she said, standing up from her chair. "Lead the way, Deus."</s> <\|message\|>Deus Ira Deus nodded as he began to lead Meruin outside into the hallway. Once there, Deus leaned on a wall. "Beautiful Day isn't it?... Anyways I'll get straight to the point..Magic isn't my area of expertise, and so far I've only been able to learn about Alchemy, but wh . i begin to research other forms of Magic, I always reach a dead end. This is where you come in, Meruin, Would you please teach me magic?" Deus asked seriously. He knew that it was farfetched to ask Meruin such a question, the reason? He would probably get turned down. Deus began to gaze outside the window.</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy Meruin's eyes widened a bit as she listened to Deus's request. That was the only indication of surprise on her face, and she quickly adopted her stoic expression once more. What he was basically asking for was discipleship - Wait, no, that's not right. He's not asking anything as deep as that, she thought. After experiencing Deus's abilities and discovering his lineage, it was fair to say he had no small amount of talent, however, it was also true that he didn't seem to have much experience with controlling it. Meruin considered the possibilities of teaching him. On one hand, it would be an interesting experience, on the other, it could end up disastrous for both of them. Ultimately, it was not a question of how good a student Deus was, it was how good a teacher Meruin would be. There was a long silence as Meruin considered his question, looking at it from various angles and trying to predict the probability of a good outcome. In the end, she sighed. "I will have to consult my own master about this," she replied honestly. That was the conclusion she reached. She would ask Master Reina for her opinion. She may even ask Lady Chase. If their verdict was that she was qualified to teach someone else the ways of magic, then she would do so without hesitation. "I'm unsure of my own ability to pass on knowledge, Deus, so I'll need some time to consult my Master. If her opinion is favorable, then I will likely accept your request," said Meruin. "If it is not favorable, however, then perhaps I can still ask her for a solution for your problem."</s> <\|message\|>Deus Ira Deus sighed. There was always something, but decided not to get too involved with the reasons. He then turned to look at Meruin. "Not sure I quite understand what you're trying to say but...Hopefully you'll be able to train me, I need it to accomplish something. No, it has nothing to do with Cornelia." Deus stretched tiredly. He began to walk back inside the Room and looked back at Meruin. "As soon as you get a response, do tell me please." Deus disappeared from sight enetering the Cafeteria.</s> <\|message\|>Elizabeth Moon. Liz for short Liz looked a bit annoyed when Meruin walked off with no response to her earlier question but figured that was typical of the girl and took the chance to take the pills from before. Finishing her food and drink she had also bought to the table she looked when Meruin mentioned her masters, Liz still wanted to beat Chase for the humiliation in the last fight more then anything but she also wanted to consult Reina on something so either one the young mage encountered would do.</s> <\|message\|>Pamela Armellia Cruz Meister Location: Room 102 On his bed, looking at the empty roof, Cruz wondered many things about himself. Am I... strong to do anything? Maybe I'm pursuing a hopeless obejctive. After all, there's not one single time that I don't cause trouble to others..., he thought. He really wanted to be something, not just for him, but to everyone. Pamela Armellia and Agni Blackheart Location: Boys' Dormitory - Outside Room 102 She stood there, like some kind of guard that was protecting a VIP. She literally blocked the room with herself. "Well, so far, so good~! Nothing happened yet, so this is going to be-", she spoke, until a big number of boys ran towards her. "EEEEEEK!! H-Heeelp!!", she spoke, running away from the door. The legion of boys chased her. That was the opportunity he awaited so much. Agni, who had recently recovered from the battle, stood right there alone, looking at the door. "There's no one to stop me now. Cruz Meister, be ready to meet your doom.", he said, walking towards the door. Lynda "Lyn" Hermit Location: Corridor to the Student Council Room Lyn left her post so she could talk to Ryan. Her curiosity surrounded one certain thing: Cruz's pendant. Since the council member seemed to know about technomagicians, she thought of him as the only option. She held Pamela's cellphone, which she used to take a photo of the pendant, since she wasn't able to take it out of Cruz's neck. That pendant is something, I have an itch. And I'm going to discover about it., she said.</s> <\|message\|>Sol Sol sighed, his fun was ruined once again, oh well. He tapped his bracelet and the field retracted and vanished, taking all the damage with it. He turned to face Marcus sighing, it seemed his name was now pirate guy, whatever. "My fighting style? It's not so much of a style. Simply free form swordplay and magic where needed. If I had to call it something it would be an opportunist style, best in melees, as you saw I didn't spend much energy in that fight while you and Dues were pumping out magic, or in your case Ki, everywhere. I had prepared a spell and was going up the ante so to speak until it was so abruptly canceled. Anything more you wish to know?" Sol inquired. Fun but he would sit back down and see if Marcus had anything else to say, if not they perhaps he could wander around and find some other class that was exciting. @Slendy</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan sat there contemplating his problems when he heard someone outside the door. "Come in. Or don't. Whatever." He called to the person outside. He closed his eyes and began looking at people through his "magic cameras" he planted all over the school. It was really just enchanted ice, but it sounded cooler when he called them "magic cameras". He looked at Cruz's room and gasped. "Change of plans, I'm going out!" Ryan rushed out the door and pushed past Lyn. He stopped and looked at her. "I thought I told you and Ms. Armelia to watch Mr. Meister!" He looked absolutely furious as he glanced towards the door. He vaguely considered leaving her, but he was sure Cruz would be fine for an extra minute or so.</s>	<\|message\|>Pamela Armellia Lynda "Lyn" Hermit Location: Corridor to the Student Council Room "Dude, why are you getting so freaked out? The other one is there, so there's no prob-", she said. However, when she saw the cameras, Lyn too freaked a little. "Effing Pamela, I told her not to leave her post, damnit!!", she screamed, running back to the room. Cruz Meister and Agni Blackheart Location: Room 102 As Cruz looked to the roof once again, the door finally broke itself apart. In the space left by it, stood Agni, holding his flame scythe. "Y-You!!", he said, getting up. His leg flickered in the moment he stepped on the ground, making him fall. "There's no one in my way anymore. Today will be the day that I'll finally have my revenge. All those years that me and my sister passed suffering will not be in vain.", he said, ready to dash at him. "H-Hold on! At least, tell me what did I do! I don't get it! Why you want to kill me so much?", Cruz asked, still not able to get up. "Don't feign ignorance!! You know very well what you did to me, you murderer!!", Agni screamed. "Murderer?! I would never kill someone! That's something against my principles!", he tried to explain. "Shut up!! If it wasn't you... I... I would be with my mother!!", Agni said. Cruz, upon hearing those words, was able to reason with Agni's vengeful hatred towards him. Even so, he knew that he didn't kill anyone. "I... killed your mother? That's pretty much impossible! I don't remember even meeting her!", he spoke. "Oh yeah?! Then, why her last words were your surname?! Before she died, she said 'Meister'!! I remember it perfectly!!", he said, walking forward. "Even if I had met her, I would never kill her! If she was someone so nice to not have killed me when we met, I wouldn't backstab her like the actual person who killed her did!", he spoke. "You...!! YOU!!", Agni's scream mixed with his dashing. Since he was unable to move, Cruz was slashed by Agni. "Gggh..!!", he groaned in pain. "Still alive... then, one more and I'll end this!!", he said.</s>
<\|description\|>Pamela Armellia "I am the Diva of the Academy! Bow before my music, as I have a voice that even sirens have jealousy!" Age: 16 Gender: Female Abilities: Pamela's ability is the manipulation of the sound and noise. The main function of her ability is to change direction of magical projectiles, hers or from the enemy. Other than that, she can shoot musical notes while singing and each of those notes cause debuffs. * Red: attack down * Blue: defense down * Green: evasion down * Yellow: speed down * Orange: dexterity down * Purple: element proficiency down Her strongest attack, called Super Duper Symphony!, is a giant barrage of pink lasers followed bu an enormous rainbow beam shot by her. How you could work in a team: Support/Debuffer Personality: Pamela's attitude can be resumed into one word - snobbish. She truly believes that her voice is the best and that she is the best singer in existence. She loves to brag about her powers and hates people who disagree with her. Pamela also is an attention-lover. Main Theme: Brand New Diva Everyday!! Battle Theme: The Little Diva Dance 2nd Battle Theme: It's Miss Pamela! Super Duper Symphony! Theme: Active Angel II "You really don't know your place, huh? Oh well, I guess I'll beat you down for my fun." Name: Lynda "Lyn" Hermit Age: 19 Gender: Female Abilities: Lyn manipulates darkness, but it take form as slashes. With her despisal of projectiles, Lyn is very physical. She can call a black energy blade on her hand and use it as a weapon. How you could work in a team: Offense Personality: Lyn is the kind of person that despise the weak. She only respects the people who are formidably strong. Her level of ignorance can be rather high, especially when she is in a bad mood. Lyn loves to fight, so she never refuses one. History: Although it is too her surname, Lynda is actually a hermit that lived with a tribe, hidden from communication. Her tribe excelled at spirit control, but Lyn was against that, saying that it violated those who wanted to rest in peace. She eventually came to learn her powers through her lack of training with spiritism and with it, came her desire to meet strong people. By learning it, she was banished from her tribe, accused of being a "heretic". Without anywhere to go, she heard about the academy and headed there, hoping to meet strong people to fight. Main Theme: Rumble Temple Battle Theme: Rog limitation 2nd Battle Theme: Phantom VS Current "... I suppose I can battle with you. Just try your best to survive." Name: Agni Blackheart Age: 18 Gender: Male Abilities: Agni is a controller of dark fire, using both Fire and Dark elements at once. He possess a familiar called Cerberus, which aids him in battle when summoned. His strongest attack, called Extinction Syndrome, allows him to unleash chaos and destruction in the battlefield and makes him transform into a Devil Lord, which amplifies his stats at 150% percent. How you could work in a team: Doesn't work on teams. Personality: Agni is a rather cold and lone person. He prefers to act and live by himself than depending on others. He accepts help in occasions that he really needs. Otherwise, he resolves the situation by himself. Another notable thing is that Agni hates lies. People who lie a those which he'll truly hate. Other: He carries with him his special grimoire, called the Word of Hatred. Main Theme: The Piano for Agni Battle Theme: The Executioner 2nd Battle Theme: Condemnation Wings -Remix- Devil Lord Form: The Tyrant -Remix- "Experience is only collected through reality, so I would certainly enjoy a battle against you." Name: Cruz Meister Age: 19 Gender: Male Abilities: Cruz uses technomagic, which include the use of his intelligence and memories in the form of Data. His technomagic specializes in illusionism. Other than that, he can gather loose parts and equipment to create weapons, which is a basic ability for technomagicians. His strongest attack, How you could work in a team: Tactical. Personality: After living a while with others, Cruz grew to be a firm, responsible person. He is really intelligent and likes to extend his hand to offer help to others. Cruz is fast learner when it comes to people, so he knows on who he should trust and who doesn't deserve it. Other: By advancing his knowledge in technomagic, Cruz has as his main weapon a W.D.W (Wing Drive Weapon), which act as swords. History: Cruz is one of the survivors of the academy's explosion. He escaped thanks to his A.I (Artifical Intelligence) Lhermite, that sacrificed itself by using the last of his energy to teleport Cruz back to the Hidden Realm of the Technomagic. Instead of returning to the external world, he passed 4 years of his life trying to resurrect his home, by putting everything back to work thanks to the Data he acquired in his academic life. After hearing that the academy has been re-opened, Cruz decided to return, in hopes of improving himself so he can complete what he began. Main Theme: Night Walker Battle Theme: Clockwork Doll 2nd Battle Theme: Bullet Dance -Remix- Code Omnicalibur/JUDGE Theme: Sword of Doom -Remix-</s> <\|message\|>Pamela Armellia Lynda "Lyn" Hermit Location: Corridor to the Student Council Room "Dude, why are you getting so freaked out? The other one is there, so there's no prob-", she said. However, when she saw the cameras, Lyn too freaked a little. "Effing Pamela, I told her not to leave her post, damnit!!", she screamed, running back to the room. Cruz Meister and Agni Blackheart Location: Room 102 As Cruz looked to the roof once again, the door finally broke itself apart. In the space left by it, stood Agni, holding his flame scythe. "Y-You!!", he said, getting up. His leg flickered in the moment he stepped on the ground, making him fall. "There's no one in my way anymore. Today will be the day that I'll finally have my revenge. All those years that me and my sister passed suffering will not be in vain.", he said, ready to dash at him. "H-Hold on! At least, tell me what did I do! I don't get it! Why you want to kill me so much?", Cruz asked, still not able to get up. "Don't feign ignorance!! You know very well what you did to me, you murderer!!", Agni screamed. "Murderer?! I would never kill someone! That's something against my principles!", he tried to explain. "Shut up!! If it wasn't you... I... I would be with my mother!!", Agni said. Cruz, upon hearing those words, was able to reason with Agni's vengeful hatred towards him. Even so, he knew that he didn't kill anyone. "I... killed your mother? That's pretty much impossible! I don't remember even meeting her!", he spoke. "Oh yeah?! Then, why her last words were your surname?! Before she died, she said 'Meister'!! I remember it perfectly!!", he said, walking forward. "Even if I had met her, I would never kill her! If she was someone so nice to not have killed me when we met, I wouldn't backstab her like the actual person who killed her did!", he spoke. "You...!! YOU!!", Agni's scream mixed with his dashing. Since he was unable to move, Cruz was slashed by Agni. "Gggh..!!", he groaned in pain. "Still alive... then, one more and I'll end this!!", he said.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan burst through the floor as he pulled out his sword. He landed in between Agni and Cruz and grimaced. "I'll repair that later." He took a hand off the sword and pulled out a small pistol from his pocket. No one ever expected him to use non magical weaponry. He began firing and walked forward slowly to try and push Agni out of the room. " You are not going to kill Mr Meister! Boo freaking hoo, you're mother died! Mine did too, grow up and deal with it!" He stopped firing and looked at Cruz. "I do believe your girlfriend will be coming to save you soon. Try not to slow her down." He looked back at Agni. "I heard the whole scenario. Have you stopped to consider that some other Meister somewhere in the world, killed her? Or maybe that when she said Meister, she wasn't talking about her killer?" He threw his gun to the side and he began glowing. "Either way, I don't care. Just walk away."</s> <\|message\|>Marcus Gracy Marcus listened as Sol explained how he uses his swords and applies magical abilities to spots that needed said magic. "Your pretty strong" He said after Sol had finished talking. Marcus' class was sort of an advisory class so it ended not to long after him and Sol's conversation. "So, why doesn't a powerful person like yourself have a rank in the council?" Marcus asked probably mowing the answer. The council has be shady the pass months and Ryan has been more of a disciplinary type of member. The council should disbanned or have a serious meeting about this but that'll be tough. For now Marcus is just gonna stay in the council and see how things play out for the group.</s> <\|message\|>Elizabeth Moon. Liz for short "Some people are not interested in being on the council." Liz responded to Marcus's question out of nowhere as she had finished her food and left the cafeteria to find out where the others were and had found Sol and Marcus so decided to chat with them "By the looks of you two I just missed a chance to spectate a fight, did you win?" She asked either of the boys in front of her.</s> <\|message\|>Sol Sol thought about it briefly. "Never felt the need I suppose. Not that advancing in rank couldn't be fun. If the opportunity comes up I certainly won't pass it by. It has been a bit droll lately." He turned to face Liz. "Indeed, more of a brawl but we were stopped just short of the fun starting by some council member, Ryan, I think, real pity that. Oh well suppose I have to find something else to do." He smiled mischievously, "Or perhaps make something to do." Sol said thoughtfully.</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy Meruin sat in front of a marble table just outside the cafeteria and close to where she and Deus had their conversation. A magic circle was drawn all over the entirety of the table, and glowing slightly. Meruin was opening up a channel over a ley-line to contact Master Reina and Lady Chase. She smiled inwardly. It had been far too long since she had last talked to them. In but a moment, the magic circle on the table flared to life, and two hazy screens floated in the air to Meruin's left and right. "Aah, Meruin, my dear apprentice, it's been awhile since you've contacted me. Is everything going well?" "Gyahaha~! Meruin, so nice of you to call me! Though I see you've also chosen to give Reina a little ring~ So, what is it you need, Little One~?" The new voices came from Meruins right and left respectively. Accompanying them was the live images of two people - a tall, silver haired woman, wore wore simple white long robes, whose hair reached past her heels and flowed across the floor; the other woman was comparatively short in height, and decked almost completely in golden articles of clothing, from the golden ribbons the tied the sides of her shoulder-length hair together in a braid, to the golden silk skirt adorned with designs that seemed to change with every angle. Despite the physical differences between the two, however, what was common between them was the unmistakable and oppressive aura of power that the two of them possessed. Although the people staring at Meruin through the screen were mere projections of women who were so far away, they weren't even in her dimension, the power of their aura reached across space time and flooded through Meruin's spell. Alone, this aura was already terrible to even the most veteran of mages, but together, it was downright suffocating. Meruin, however, was long prepared for this, thus the barriers around her kept her from collapsing like she did so many years ago. The same could not be said for the people around her. Students of all ages and abilities in an area of ten meters suddenly started dropping like flies, caught by surprise by the sudden air of oppressive power. Some were gasping for air, while others had simply passed out from exhaustion. Meruin furrowed her eyebrows. Unless asked, her Master and her masters rival were loathe to keep their aura's under control, and Meruin couldn't project a barrier big enough or strong enough to protect everyone around her. Such thoughts escaped her mind for the time being as she faced the two most important people in her life with a smile. "Greetings, Master Reina, Lady Chase; it has indeed been far too long," she said, bowing at the waist slightly. "I'm in good health, and things are going smoothly for me, however I'm in need of advice over a recent affair . . ."</s> <\|message\|>Sol Sol flinched as he felt a massive surge in power. One that was very famaliar, well two to be precise. "A moment please." he said excusing himself from the conversation and striding purposfully towards the source. Not hard to find at all since it was pratically suffocating from several rooms away. He had devolped a trick for this, although it had many more pratical applications then this. Sol warped the air around him forcing it to remain frozen in time. Thus when he walked into the room with Meruin and her master's the air around him was simply unaffected by thier aruas. Yet. "Pardon me" he said upon entering the room and quickly replicated the magic he had around himself and set it around the portals leaking the oppresive arua freeing the nearby students. "You should really be more careful about that Meruin, you could cause some serious damage if someone isn't expecting it. Hope you didn't mind me evasdropping until your finished?" Sol inquired. Of course the only reason his magic worked was because he wasn't contesting the master's power, he was simply delaying its effect. He was also curious to see just what Meruin had thought so important as to call Chase and Reina for.</s> <\|message\|>Slick Sloth Zairos III Slick began to dig a small hole with his shovel. He then proceeded to dig under the dorm.</s>	<\|message\|>Pamela Armellia Cruz Meister, Agni Blackheart and Lynda "Lyn" Hermit Location: Room 102 "Why?! How can you be so blind?! Will you really defend him?!", Agni questioned. Ryan..., Cruz just thought about what Ryan had said back in the disasterous battle. Agni clenched his free fist and and grasped his scythe tightly. "If that's how it's going to be, I'll-", he said. But before he could even move, Agni felt a sharp pain that made him fall. It was a dark magic powered chop that Lyn used on his neck, hitting a nerve. "I hate when guys don't get the message.", she plainly spoke. After that, she helped Cruz to get up and put him on his bed. "Well, at the very least, you're alive. How's the pain going?", she asked. "I'm fine... you don't have to worry that much about me.", he said, looking down.</s>
<\|description\|>Pamela Armellia "I am the Diva of the Academy! Bow before my music, as I have a voice that even sirens have jealousy!" Age: 16 Gender: Female Abilities: Pamela's ability is the manipulation of the sound and noise. The main function of her ability is to change direction of magical projectiles, hers or from the enemy. Other than that, she can shoot musical notes while singing and each of those notes cause debuffs. * Red: attack down * Blue: defense down * Green: evasion down * Yellow: speed down * Orange: dexterity down * Purple: element proficiency down Her strongest attack, called Super Duper Symphony!, is a giant barrage of pink lasers followed bu an enormous rainbow beam shot by her. How you could work in a team: Support/Debuffer Personality: Pamela's attitude can be resumed into one word - snobbish. She truly believes that her voice is the best and that she is the best singer in existence. She loves to brag about her powers and hates people who disagree with her. Pamela also is an attention-lover. Main Theme: Brand New Diva Everyday!! Battle Theme: The Little Diva Dance 2nd Battle Theme: It's Miss Pamela! Super Duper Symphony! Theme: Active Angel II "You really don't know your place, huh? Oh well, I guess I'll beat you down for my fun." Name: Lynda "Lyn" Hermit Age: 19 Gender: Female Abilities: Lyn manipulates darkness, but it take form as slashes. With her despisal of projectiles, Lyn is very physical. She can call a black energy blade on her hand and use it as a weapon. How you could work in a team: Offense Personality: Lyn is the kind of person that despise the weak. She only respects the people who are formidably strong. Her level of ignorance can be rather high, especially when she is in a bad mood. Lyn loves to fight, so she never refuses one. History: Although it is too her surname, Lynda is actually a hermit that lived with a tribe, hidden from communication. Her tribe excelled at spirit control, but Lyn was against that, saying that it violated those who wanted to rest in peace. She eventually came to learn her powers through her lack of training with spiritism and with it, came her desire to meet strong people. By learning it, she was banished from her tribe, accused of being a "heretic". Without anywhere to go, she heard about the academy and headed there, hoping to meet strong people to fight. Main Theme: Rumble Temple Battle Theme: Rog limitation 2nd Battle Theme: Phantom VS Current "... I suppose I can battle with you. Just try your best to survive." Name: Agni Blackheart Age: 18 Gender: Male Abilities: Agni is a controller of dark fire, using both Fire and Dark elements at once. He possess a familiar called Cerberus, which aids him in battle when summoned. His strongest attack, called Extinction Syndrome, allows him to unleash chaos and destruction in the battlefield and makes him transform into a Devil Lord, which amplifies his stats at 150% percent. How you could work in a team: Doesn't work on teams. Personality: Agni is a rather cold and lone person. He prefers to act and live by himself than depending on others. He accepts help in occasions that he really needs. Otherwise, he resolves the situation by himself. Another notable thing is that Agni hates lies. People who lie a those which he'll truly hate. Other: He carries with him his special grimoire, called the Word of Hatred. Main Theme: The Piano for Agni Battle Theme: The Executioner 2nd Battle Theme: Condemnation Wings -Remix- Devil Lord Form: The Tyrant -Remix- "Experience is only collected through reality, so I would certainly enjoy a battle against you." Name: Cruz Meister Age: 19 Gender: Male Abilities: Cruz uses technomagic, which include the use of his intelligence and memories in the form of Data. His technomagic specializes in illusionism. Other than that, he can gather loose parts and equipment to create weapons, which is a basic ability for technomagicians. His strongest attack, How you could work in a team: Tactical. Personality: After living a while with others, Cruz grew to be a firm, responsible person. He is really intelligent and likes to extend his hand to offer help to others. Cruz is fast learner when it comes to people, so he knows on who he should trust and who doesn't deserve it. Other: By advancing his knowledge in technomagic, Cruz has as his main weapon a W.D.W (Wing Drive Weapon), which act as swords. History: Cruz is one of the survivors of the academy's explosion. He escaped thanks to his A.I (Artifical Intelligence) Lhermite, that sacrificed itself by using the last of his energy to teleport Cruz back to the Hidden Realm of the Technomagic. Instead of returning to the external world, he passed 4 years of his life trying to resurrect his home, by putting everything back to work thanks to the Data he acquired in his academic life. After hearing that the academy has been re-opened, Cruz decided to return, in hopes of improving himself so he can complete what he began. Main Theme: Night Walker Battle Theme: Clockwork Doll 2nd Battle Theme: Bullet Dance -Remix- Code Omnicalibur/JUDGE Theme: Sword of Doom -Remix-</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon @TheHangedMan 'Oh yeah.' Ryan thought to himself. Ryan then shrugged as he kept the light in Chase's eyes. "You know what? I don't care anymore." He suddenly pulled a gun out of his pocket and aimed at Chase. "Might as well try." He then just fired the entire clip and threw the pistol at her. "I know it won't work, but I'm getting bored of being outclassed, I'm bored of being outpowered, I'm bored of being lectured. I'm just bored of this battle really. Meruin, do what you need to do. I'm going to defend you until you set up your spell." He then set up his Shield Of Light and glared at Chase.</s> <\|message\|>Jason void To Jeldare: After Jason Void find tje acadamy where he knew he could be tested to his limit. Now he has to find a brown haired boy who ,last time he checked,was the strongest. Jason does not have a death wish and yet allying with him to first learn his tactics and powers is Jason's best bet. Jason found him standing next to a hole which was strange. Jason decide to go and introduce himself. So he stride up to him and thrust his arm out and said " Jason Void. You?"</s> <\|message\|>Slick Sloth Zairos III wiped his hand on his cloak and grabbed Jason's. "Slick Sloth Zairos the third. Just call me Slick." He let go of Jason. "So what brings you up to our school; newbie, delivering something, island scouting?" Slick began to fill in the hole.</s> <\|message\|>Jason void " A chance to improve my magic skills." Said Jason. " I am a decent swordsman but my magic skills are somewhat equal to a novice." Jason looks at his hands and thinks for a short time. After lowering his hand, Jason asks "If you have some free time ,can you show me around?"</s> <\|message\|>Slick Sloth Zairos III "Yeah sure. There's some commotion going on with the rest of the main students." Slick said looking up and down Jason.</s> <\|message\|>Jason void Jason replied " Best avoid it for now." Jason notices Slick is eyeing him. This puts Jason on edge abit. Every time someone eyes him like that, usually things do not end well. Regardless, Jason prepares himself. " As we walk, maybe we could ask each other questions." Jason said trying to not sound hesitant. He also is wary letting to many people too close however Jason knows allies can make all the difference.</s> <\|message\|>Slick Sloth Zairos III "Well it's getting dark, the dorm room the building behind me. Meet me tomorrow if you want to be shown round. I have time before lessons."</s> <\|message\|>Jason void nods his head. Jason gives a gesture to say bye and heads to the dorms. Once inside, not remembering if he was given bed, Jason decided to found the darkest corner and took a seat cross-legged on the floor. Then he went into deep state of mediation and almost perfectly blended into the shadows. Jason cannot remember last when he slept in a proper bed because he instinctively always presumes his seated position and wakes fully as if he slept in a bed.</s>	<\|message\|>Pamela Armellia Cruz Meister and Agni Blackheart & Cerberus Location: Boys' Dormitory Rooftop A great amount of time has passed since the time they fought. Lynda had reforced her security, while Pamela was throughly dismissed since she left Cruz alone. Agni waited for Cerberus to come while he thought about his conversation with Lyn. "Ugh, what happened? I remember being at his room and..." "I brought you back to your room." "You're...!!" Lynda walked towards the door. Then, she turned back to Agni, who was laying on his bed. "Hey, answer me something." "..." "About your hatred... what makes you 100% certain that it was Cruz that killed your mom? Just because she said his surname?" "... Why do you even care? It's my problem, so stay out of it." "I'm just saying. After all, you didn't even heard from him yet." "Why should I even listen? All that he speaks are lies!" "Any proof that he's really lying?" "Tch..." "Baseless hatred is equal to nothing. If you want to confirm, why don't you confront him? Without violence." "..." "Most of the people that know him are 100% sure that he would never do something like that. They even said that he didn't even fought them before since he was scared of people most of the time." "... So, in synthesis, I should simply talk. Is that what you're saying for me to do?" "... Do your own conclusions after what we spoke now. I'm leaving, 'cuz I got more things to do." Then, the door to the rooftop opened. And from it, Cruz came with the help of Cerberus. "...", he stood silent as he looked. "As you asked... I came...", he said, breathing hard. Agni sat on one stone bench, while Cerberus put Cruz in the other and returned to his master's side. "My mother died by an attack of a magician. When I found her on the forest near the city we lived, she was at the last of her strength. The last thing she said... was Meister... which relates to you and to your race., he said, while looking down. "I still hold firm to my belief that it was you who killed my mother back in the past. But since everyone believes you that much, I decided to hear your part of this story. Upon hearing it, I will make my own conclusion of what you truly are. Innocent or guilty.", he said. Cruz looked down at a moment. "Your mother. Her name was Rosangela Blackheart, right?", he asked. Agni, surprised that he remembered, nodded. "I remember her. Now I do. After all, she saved me in the past.", he said. "I was in a forest, collecting some stuff that the more experts of my people asked me. Then, a group of magicians saw me and chased me through the forest. I ran for a while, but I eventually tripped and fell. I would have been able to run, but I twisted my ankle.", he kept telling his story to Agni. "And then your mother appeared. I remember her wearing a black ad white dress while holding her umbrella and wearing a deviant smile. She just swinged it once and then a big flood drove the other magicians away. After that, she came to me and helped me getting up. I told her I was a technomagician and pleaded for her to spare my life. She just smiled and said that she wouldn't kill me... yet", he spoke. "So... my mother... she saved you...", Agni spoke. "When she saved me, I remembered that she spoke about you and your little sister. She said that she would like that I met both of you, but I had to decline, since I was on a hurry. Then, she said something like this: 'When my boy grows up, I'll tell him to meet you. You won't escape the fate of being his friend. Think about as a way of repaying for my work.' And then she left.", he finished. Agni looked even more down to the ground. "So... when my mother said about you... she meant... for me to meet you?", he said, with his voice shaking. "I'm really sorry that she was killed. It's true, I really am.", Cruz said, worried. "Does... that mean... I was wrong? Killing you... is not what I should have done? And that... you didn't killed my mother?!", he spoke loudly. "I would never kill your mother, of that I'm sure. She was so kind to me.", he said. "Cruz... I... I'm sorry... I never meant to...", he said, while tears slightly fell from his eyes. Agni felt the guiltness hitting him pretty badly. He wasn't sure of anything anymore. "A-Agni, you don't have to say you're sorry. Come on, I'm not mad at you.", Cruz said. "B-But... but... I almost killed you. How can you not be mad at me?", he asked. "You had a reason to suspect me. I was the one who should have spoken with you before any of this could happen. So part of our misunderstandings are my fault too.", he said. "You... what everyone said was right... It's impossible for someone like you to kill someone. But... you must hate me, don't you...?", Agni asked once again. "No, I don't.", Cruz answered. Agni got up after hearing that. "What? You don't hate me?", he questioned. Cruz got up a little slower than Agni did and walked towards him. "What would we win if I started hating you all of a sudden? Just more fights. And being honest with you, I'm kinda tired of fighting because of hatred and revenge.", Cruz spoke. "Besides, not just because I own my part of the deal with your mother, but I want to know more about you. You know, you're so closed and quiet and all the depressing stuff that I want to know the Agni you're currently hiding.", he said and smiled a little. Agni dried up the tears that were still falling. "Do you really... want to be my friend?", Agni asked. "Of course. I mean, for me, the more friends I have, the merrier.", Cruz said. After that, Agni looked at the sky. Mom... is this what you wanted for me to do?... No, I'm definitely sure that you wanted this., he said, finally letting up a smile. "My master...?", Cerberus finally spoke. Agni shaked his head and spoke, more light-heartened than ever before. "Let's take Cruz back to his room. If we don't, that girl is surely going to beat us up.", he spoke, in a tone different than his usual. "Wow, you're sounding different than before... cough", Cruz spoke, while shaking a little. "S-Sir Cruz, are you alright?", Cerberus asked. "Y-Yeah... I think...", he said. "Then let's go.", Agni said, walking towards the door. As Cerberus helped Cruz once again, Agni looked at the sky once more. Mother... if you're watching me, I'll be a better person this time., he thought and left.</s>
<\|description\|>Eris Phyre Lyndwyrm Photo: Age: 15 Gender: female Abilities: edit: mastery of all fighting styles and has even implemented it into her mystic martial arts this includes body fortification. light/dark constructs she has the ability to manipulate her magic into physical manifications of light and dark that she can wield or remotely control (eg. Making a wall of solid wall of light or darkness) but she only has a limited number of manifestations that she can have out at one time, at most she can have over 32 if she concentrates completely on them, only 12 if she wants to fight without having to focus. If she forms her magic into blades they can completely ignore most defence and armors if 3 or more of them group together, the number of shadows she has at her feet displays the amount of constructs she has deployed at the time, this doesn't mean though that all constructs have to be visable as she can hide them in surfaces like traps. How you could work in a team: She is able to spot an enemy's weak points and relay them to the rest of the team as well as be a Frontline attacker. Personality : Eris is a girl who likes to stay out of danger using her learned skills to avoid conflict... most of the time. Likes talking to people but will give them space if needed and loves to practice her fighting skills on the courts. Hates spiders and at times all other bugs except scorpions since it is her favorite constellations. She is pretty smart though not an award winning stratagist. Can be a bit of a b!#ch in the morning but is fairly nice at other times Other: Name: Rayhan it can destroy magic runes/barriers even destroying magical sequences all together at the cost of her magics versatility, as it Converts her constructs into long range beams of light or darkness that emit from the blade. The sword Reacts violently to dragon parts emitting a sound that almost sounds like a dragons roar then starts to head up to temperature that would scorch your hands badly. Named: Benhemute She likes to use this single handed demon sword only when in serious danger as it exchanges most of her magical power for insane raw Strength and turns her blood black allowing it to harden causing cuts to barley faze her. It throws her into a Deep pit of madness that makes her not fear pain and pass out after she releases control of the sword. The power from this sword when its inactive manifest itself in the form of pitch black dragon scales running up her right arm and up to her eye if she doesn't keep it in check by suppressing the power even more which takes concentration. When she uses this sword to fight it forces her to adapt her fighting style to one where it takes advantage of the insanity, her fighting style looks loose and spastic but is actually resembles the Zui Quan (Drunken Master) style making her unpredictable. The sword increases her strength 10000 fold. since both of these swords are bound to her it would be almost impossible to pick one up without her consent it would either faze through your hands or be too heavy to pick up.</s> <\|message\|>Eris Phyre Lyndwyrm "So let me get this straight, Your challenging Me now correct?" she asked with a quizzical tone in her voice then continued "well then may i ask who my challenger is?" and stood up stretching having to look up at him "maybe I'll accept if I know at least that"</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy Meruin paused and stared at herself. Very characteristically, she was rather nonchalant about the whole affair. She caught Ryan's jacket and shook her head, handing the jacket back. "There's no need Tyl- er, I mean, Ryan. I actually have a spell that can bend the space between my body and clothes, but . . ." Meruin trailed off, an idea occurring to her. "I have an obligation to show you, Sol and the others a little of what I've developed in these recent years." It was a strange logic; that friends should know the secrets of other friends, but not too much of them, just enough to be friends. It was a logic that suited Meruin quite well. She muttered a few words under her breath, and a dazzling flare of seven lights covered her body. In the few seconds that it stayed, those with keen eyes could see thousands of tiny circles intersecting with each other like incandescent chainmail, then a brighter light layered over all of them and finally it settled down. Meruin was no longer nearly naked - rather, almost her whole body was covered in a silvery robe. It was fairly simple: long sleeves and golden bands around her waist and middle-fingers, but it exuded and aura of invincibility that was so potent, it seemed physical. Meruin took a deep breath. Summoning the thing had taken a lot of concentration. "Here; one of my improved spells - it's name is Perpetual Fortress. It's a series of exactly 5,123 barriers interlocked together, each with different and varying effects that compliment and support the whole, then layered with a three more non-chained barriers for added defense." She took one look at her sleeves, scowled, then stared at Ryan. "It's only weakness is that it's too powerful, and by summoning it, I'm basically sacrificing all offense for defense. I have never actually needed to use it before." "It doesn't mean much, but at the very least, I want you to see that I haven't been idle while you haven't seen me," she said with a small smile.</s> <\|message\|>Elizabeth Moon. Liz for short Liz followed Sol to the cafeteria smiling and waving to Meruin as she arrived seeing old habit never died old with her as she remembered the first time she met the girl Liz had to offer her jacket just like Ryan did who seemed to offer Tarot cards to everyone except her but she bit her tongue about it due partly to the fact she was already eating a slice of toast. Looking around for new people Liz spotted a table of new people made up of Marcus, Tony and Deus. Leaving her luggage with her past friends she walked over to them and took a seat by the 3 "Hey, nice to meet you! I am Liz." The girl smiled "Did I miss everyone's introductions yesterday?" Liz asked curious of what magic they possessed.</s> <\|message\|>Tony Hart Tony sighed, so much was already happening. He managed to see Ryan's Tarot Cards, and added a mental note to the thousands he had floating around in his head at the moment. He greeted Deus and Eris, and watched as Sol walked over to the table. He challenged Eris, Hart perked up and watched with interest. Lucy watched as his sister groggily came over to his table and sat next to him. He slid a cup of coffee too her, which she accepted greatfully. Even she, in her tired state, watched the challenge set by Sol against Eris. Would she accept? Tony smiled at Liz and said, "nice to meet ou. I'm Tony, and this is my sister Lucy," as he gestured to the blond haired girl next to him.</s> <\|message\|>Sol ghost in black Sol had been about to reply when a flare of light came from a barely clothed Meruin beside him. He turned to face the source to see Meruin basically wearing a contained rainbow, 5123 barriers.... and here Sol thought his own magic was progessing well. Getting through one of Meruin's barriers was hard, that many, well you might as well not even bother wasting your time, "Most impressive work Meruin, good to see you haven't been slacking off." Sol turned back to face Eris, "Aplogizes for my lack of manners, My name is Sol, a second year student. Keep in mind when you accept my challenge you are of course free to set the conditions for victory." he said making sure that he wasn't exploiting someone for thier lack of knowledge</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan looked at the robe and sighed. This was his one major problem in his quest to become president. He had to compete with Meruin, who was seemingly unbeatable. "Eris, you are being challenged by Sol. Now that he has challenged you, you may dictate when and where you are fighting. There is no declining the challenge." He explained quickly while putting on his jacket.</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy Meruin switched out of the robe by muttering a few words, and was back to wearing regular clothing. "Well, like I said, it's impressive, but impractical. I can't do anything but stand or run while wearing Perpetual Fortress." She looked at Eris and Sol with some interest. While it's true that Eris as a Student Council member couldn't back down from the challenge, her challenger was someone who definitely wouldn't be easy to beat. If he'd improved over the time she had not seen him, then she wasn't sure that Eris could win. Of course, it could just be a bit of bias for a friend, but still . . .</s> <\|message\|>Deus Ira Deus looked at Liz. "Nice to meet you Liz, My name is Deus Ira. And yeah you missed the introductions, I wasn't there for it either, so whatever." Deus said. He felt a little bit excited, he couldn't wait for the ranking battles. But he knew that he needed to train some more. He got up from the table. "Well guys sorry to cut this short, but I need to head back to my dorm. Got some training to do." Deus said as he left the cafeteria.</s> <\|message\|>Marcus Gracy "Tony , 3 (Meruin), stop bickering in front of the children." Marcus laughed standing up and throwing his plate away." Maybe you guys should go see a marriage councilor." He waved good bye." I'm gonna go two, have to be in my office at a certain time. I'll be in the back room so if any of you guys stop by just ring the bell and I'll come out, cya!" He shouted exiting the lunch room.</s> <\|message\|>Eris Phyre Lyndwyrm "Well Sol I have no choice but to accept the challenge but what would the conditions be?" She said half to herself as she began pacing then stopped in her tracks with a smile on her face and turned towards Sol. "How about a tennis match, one on one no outside assistance, an hour after we get our gauntlets on the tennis court we only use magic no rackets."</s> <\|message\|>Elizabeth Moon. Liz for short Liz looked at the Tony's little sister and smiled "Hi, nice to meet you. I have a little sister as well but shes a bit younger then you still." She spoke and finished eating her breakfast before watching Marcus walk off curious of him as he never introduced himself before "Well, It was nice meeting the 3 of you." Liz waved off to Tony, Deus and Lucy as she headed off to the office Marcus mentioned and knocked on the door "Hello~ Are you in there?" She asked and knocked again louder impatient for a response.</s> <\|message\|>Marcus Gracy "Yeah come in!" Marcus was on a computer behind his desk typing with a unsatisfied look on his face. Mumbles a few swears since he can't train until he's caught up on all his paper work."Bullshit." He repeated every time he clicked on the mouse scanning through pages filled with words that are probably important and should be reading.</s> <\|message\|>Elizabeth Moon. Liz for short Liz slowly opened the door and walked in shutting it behind "Hey, you were the guy at the cafeteria." She took a seat opposite him looking at the office space before focusing back in on Marcus "I am Liz nice to meet you." She spoke and got up from her chair and looked at the work he was doing "That looks dull? Is this is what is keeping you from training and fighting people?" Liz asked briefly scanning over the words "Want some help with it?"</s> <\|message\|>Marcus Gracy "Yeah i am the guy from the cafeteria who happens to be named Marcus , 8th on the student council and your councilor for the rest of your life at this academy." He finishes the page and grins evily standing over the computer. He punched a hole through the screen." No that's okay......I think it must've short wired or something." He lied forgetting that she was there when he punch the hole in the screen. "So what did you need help with?" He kicked his feet onto the desk. "Boy problems ,bullies ,drug abuse, alcohol abuse , thinking about suicide ,thinking about getting laid.......did I say boy problems?" He was pretty happy to have his first student to help on the first day of the job ,but you can tell he was anxious to train .</s> <\|message\|>Elizabeth Moon. Liz for short "Well, Nice to meet you." Liz gave a small freaked out chuckle when he punched the hole in the computer and just put it down to something completely different "OH a problem?" Liz asked coming back down from being taken back by his sudden punch "I have no real problem I just came to introduce myself and make sure you would not bored or lonely." The girl explained and pulled out two chocolate bars "Want one?" She asked already starting to eat the first one "Oh, if you want I can help you train as well." Liz spoke with a mouth half full but she was in too good a mood to care about good manners.</s> <\|message\|>Marcus Gracy Marcus grabbed the chocolate and nibbled into it. " Thanks he mumbled as he chewed more pieces of the candy bar. " I......guess you can help me." He walked over to a window and opened it. " I hope you're preparer because I'm gonna try to push my self to my limit in this battle since I have my gauntlet now." Luckily Marcus was apart of the school staff and the staff receives their gauntlets before the students. "Meet me on the track feild ." He said jumping out the window. He causally walked to the track field notice that the damage he , Deus and Tony cause to the feild the other day was gone. " Man, that clean up crew sure does work fast." Marcus stood in the middle of the track field waiting for Liz so he can activate his gauntlet.</s> <\|message\|>Sol ghost in black Sol tilted his head curiously, he had been hoping for something a little more combat oriented. Obviously his opponent had chosen such an event because she believed that she would hold the advantage. Unfortunately Sol was equally sure she was right, it would most certainly be an interesting match up. "Very well then, we shall meet in an hour on the tennis court." he said and moved towards the court and sat down by some nearby seats. An hour to prepare, just what he needed, if the challenge had been immediate he probably would've been crushed. But he had learned from Meruin, time to prepare was time to set up magic. He began concentrating on what he wanted to do to give himself the advantage, the most likely one to succeed would work without a doubt, however it would be very, rude to say the least. Sol stored that plan away in the back of his mind, if worst came to worst he would use it.</s>	<\|message\|>Eris Phyre Lyndwyrm "Great see you then" she said as she walked out the cafeteria and towards the Dorm to change into something more suitable for sports. When she came out she was wearing gym shorts and a short sleeve shirt, "well better go set up" Eris said before walking towards the tennis court and moving the automatic tennis ball launcher into place then started lightly tracing runes on the ground with the tip of her sword. To anyone watching it would look like she was dancing with her light blades with the way she spun and twisted and the way the ring of her shadows and her blades rotated and dipped. While she did this she hummed her favorite song moonlight symphony and the light blades shifted changing into giant great swords that obstructed outside view of her.</s>
<\|description\|>Eris Phyre Lyndwyrm Photo: Age: 15 Gender: female Abilities: edit: mastery of all fighting styles and has even implemented it into her mystic martial arts this includes body fortification. light/dark constructs she has the ability to manipulate her magic into physical manifications of light and dark that she can wield or remotely control (eg. Making a wall of solid wall of light or darkness) but she only has a limited number of manifestations that she can have out at one time, at most she can have over 32 if she concentrates completely on them, only 12 if she wants to fight without having to focus. If she forms her magic into blades they can completely ignore most defence and armors if 3 or more of them group together, the number of shadows she has at her feet displays the amount of constructs she has deployed at the time, this doesn't mean though that all constructs have to be visable as she can hide them in surfaces like traps. How you could work in a team: She is able to spot an enemy's weak points and relay them to the rest of the team as well as be a Frontline attacker. Personality : Eris is a girl who likes to stay out of danger using her learned skills to avoid conflict... most of the time. Likes talking to people but will give them space if needed and loves to practice her fighting skills on the courts. Hates spiders and at times all other bugs except scorpions since it is her favorite constellations. She is pretty smart though not an award winning stratagist. Can be a bit of a b!#ch in the morning but is fairly nice at other times Other: Name: Rayhan it can destroy magic runes/barriers even destroying magical sequences all together at the cost of her magics versatility, as it Converts her constructs into long range beams of light or darkness that emit from the blade. The sword Reacts violently to dragon parts emitting a sound that almost sounds like a dragons roar then starts to head up to temperature that would scorch your hands badly. Named: Benhemute She likes to use this single handed demon sword only when in serious danger as it exchanges most of her magical power for insane raw Strength and turns her blood black allowing it to harden causing cuts to barley faze her. It throws her into a Deep pit of madness that makes her not fear pain and pass out after she releases control of the sword. The power from this sword when its inactive manifest itself in the form of pitch black dragon scales running up her right arm and up to her eye if she doesn't keep it in check by suppressing the power even more which takes concentration. When she uses this sword to fight it forces her to adapt her fighting style to one where it takes advantage of the insanity, her fighting style looks loose and spastic but is actually resembles the Zui Quan (Drunken Master) style making her unpredictable. The sword increases her strength 10000 fold. since both of these swords are bound to her it would be almost impossible to pick one up without her consent it would either faze through your hands or be too heavy to pick up.</s> <\|message\|>Marcus Gracy Marcus stood to his feet slowly and slipped his hands into his pockets. He turned towards the school and walked deep in thought about his battle with Liz. He didn't care about how he looked like a giant mummy roaming and hunting the school. To him his appearance didn't matter. What really mattered was what the hell actually happened during his battle with Liz. He entered the classroom silently and retrieved his bracer from the teacher , applying it onto his right arm on top of the bandages. Although he didn't react to the tiny pain the bracer caused. Marcus noticed the others but was to caught up in his thoughts to acknowledge any of them. He grabbed a seat in the front row by the window and kicked his feet on top of the desk. Marcus stared out the window not noticing his bandages slowly stretch over the bracer.</s> <\|message\|>Alexander Faulkner The announcement woke Alex up from his daydreaming. About time... he thought while getting up from his seat, yawing. He made his way towards the classroom and watched as others in the line in front of him each took their braces. He saw Slick using some kind of flame power to change the color of his bracer, Huh...that's a pretty neat feature Once he received his bracer, Alex wore it on his left forearm and quickly felt it digging in on his skin, "so this is how the whole concept works huh?" Alex said to himself out-loud. He turned and walked towards one of the seats in the class and sat down. So...let's see if I can do the same as him... Alex thought and looked at his bracer for a moment. He closed his eyes and pictured his ability as an aura and focused it on his forearm. Suddenly the bracer turned white and mathematical symbols started appearing on it until everything was covered with said symbols. Alex opened his eyes and took a look at the changes, ...whatever he thought, pressed the button on his MP4 and continued listening to music. Although he didn't need to attend the rest of the lesson, Alex was too lazy to stand up from his seat again...</s> <\|message\|>Eris Phyre Lyndwyrm Eris rushed towards the ball but suddenly felt the effects of magic similar to time dilation, when she felt this she stopped and had her sword appear under the ball and launch it into the air above her before she jumped and slammed the ball over sol's head surrounding I'd with spinning light blades to cut through his wind.</s> <\|message\|>Elza ghost in black Sol grinned, as he thought his opponent had quickly reacted appropriately to the situation, but he wasn't done yet. Just before she launched the orb with those strange swords of hers Sol wrapped the Orb in devastatingly powerful wind currents and hurled it past Eris to the furthest corner of the court. The bubble of slowed time followed the ball catching Eris in it and hopefully stopping her from being able to react fast enough to stop his assault. --- Elza blinked rapidly and looked up startled her shadow already forming itself into a spear and nearly launching itself at Liz before Elza realized that she wasn't under attack and her shadow quickly returned to its original form. "Um sorry didn't see you there, My name is Elza. Everything has been pretty simple so far so my only question is, what kind of classes do we have here?" she said still somewhat surprised by the sudden conversation but her natural curiosity quickly taking over.</s> <\|message\|>Pamela Armellia Cruz Meister, Pamela Armellia and Lynda "Lyn" Hermit Location: Common Room Of course, that look wasn't pleasuring in the very least and it made Cruz think about what kind of tests and experiments she wanted to perform on him. But as he was going to ask, Pamela came forward to interrupt and do a scandal. In her mind, she needed one. "Whoa whoa whoa, hey hey hey, hold on! Performing tests on him? He's not your lab rat! And plus, I don't think that your intentions are good in a single bit!", she said, taking front. "Hey... Pamela? I don't think that you know, but she isn't the kind of person that likes to be disturbed...", he said. But she wasn't going to give attention to him. Not when she was doing something that the paparazzi would come and take photos to publish on the journals. After all, every worldwide diva makes a scandal here and there, so why she wouldn't make one? Lyn sighed. All that scene just proved that Pamela was an idiot and that the level of respect between them was going to be really small. Lynda isn't the kind of person that likes the weak. She just has a friendly acquaintance with Cruz because of who he is. She never saw his power directly, but she had expectations.. "I'm heading to the classroom. You coming, Cruz?", she said. "I guess I'm kinda in trouble here, so I'll go later...", he said. "Hey, no going in class until I take some answers out of this girl!", Pamela butted in. With a face of diappointment, Lyn left the common room towards the classroom, leaving Cruz and Pamela behind.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan recieved his bracer and didn't even flinch when the painful magic was inserted into him. The bracer turned somewhat crimson. His head snapped towards Meruin when he heard experiments. He glided over to Slick, Cruz, and Meruin and barely restrained a grin. "Did someone say, experi– I mean tests! Tests, not experiments. Experiment implies pain." He muttered to himself that last part.</s> <\|message\|>Deus Ira Deus watched as the Bracer was inserted into him. He didn't feel any pain, he began to laugh. He was already used to this kind of pain, but worst. He walked up to Agni seeing as how Cruz and He had arrived at the same time. 'Agni...He really interests me.' He looked at Agni for a long time before he began to speak. "Hello Agni we meet again at last. My name is Deus if you didn't hear me before, the one who had that little skirmish with you yesterday. So how are you doing?" Deus was extremely interested in him, not in the experimental way but the way that he would like to know about him.</s> <\|message\|>Pamela Armellia Agni Blackheart Location: Common Room As he was leaving the common room, a dialogue against his will started. While reading the Word of Hatred, Agni simply moved his eyes looked at the person who was talking to him. The question that Deus asked made Agni know that he wanted to make some kind of friendship or another thing. However, he was just cold as he ever is to answer. "... Why do you even ask? If you are expecting any sweet answer from me, throw those hopes in the trash. I don't believe in the slightest that you care about how I'm feeling and how I am now.", he said, walking towards the exit. But before leaving, he closed the Word of Hatred, looked forward and spoke one last thing. "... You all are liars. More of those people who use masks to hide what they really feel. I don't have reasons to be speaking with people that prefer to fake happiness instead of throwing out the hatred they feel. After all, inside of your tiny little heart... You. Hate. Me.", he said. After that, he opened his grimoire once more and finally left the room.</s> <\|message\|>Deus Ira Deus scratched his head and then put on a serious face. 'Liars huh, that word resembles everyone including you.... Lies are what shapes us, at the end of the day we are just human, nothing else....Our hearts can rot, all that matters is what we believe in..' Deus thought, his thoughts weren't in order more like Disarray, that's why everything he thought was unclear, he didn't even know what he was thinking. 'A dark aura, surrounded by loneliness and hatred...He must have gone through a lot.' He walked around the common room for some time. He noticed Marcus and walked to him. "Hey Marcus, you alright now, that was a pretty good fight out there, all you need is training and you'll master that power if yours, Anyways how are you feeling?"</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy Meruin frowned. "I assure you, whatever my intent, what I have planned may benefit the both of us," she stated. She gave a questioning look to Cruz. "I'm afraid she's an unfamiliar face to me, Mr. Cruz. Is she yours, or is she playing a joke on you too?" She was referring to her interaction earlier with Sol and Cornelia, but of course, neither of them knew that. "And yes, Ryan. I offered to preform a few . . . tests for Mr. Cruz, not on. I'm quite generous, aren't I?" said Meruin in an awkward attempt to make her offer seem better.</s> <\|message\|>Pamela Armellia @floodtalon Cruz Meister and Pamela Armellia Location: Common Room Cruz looked at Pamela and looked back at Meruin. "Uhh... how am I supposed to answer that? Let's see... well, she's just a firend I met here in the academy.", he said. Inside her own space, Pamela was heartbroken for hearing that, but she still stood up for him. "A-Anyway, you totally changed the phrase! Now you said for, when in a moment ago you said on! And what's this about benefit both of you?! I don't see ANY benefit in this thing for him!", she said, angry.</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy "Are you making this difficult on purpose?" stated Meruin bluntly. The girl was starting to get on her nerves, mostly because she was very loud. "This is a matter between me and Mr. Cruz, if you want to get involved, I will not stop you, but kindly have the sense of grace to at least be polite and tone down your volume, otherwise I will disregard everything you have to say."</s> <\|message\|>Elizabeth Moon. Liz for short Liz chuckled and took a seat on the floor in the corner beside her "What kind of classes, well I guess its split into 3 main types. Fitness classes like gym and such, Magic classes to help us refine our magic skills and finally academic classes like math and other languages." She paused "However, you don't really have to go to all of them just enough. For example someone like Meruin over there might not go to the fitness classes as much but makes up for it with going to the other two types where as I would likely skip basic classes and just focus on fitness and magic." Liz finally explained "Does that make sense?"</s> <\|message\|>Pamela Armellia Cruz Meister and Pamela Armellia Location: Common Room "Hrrrrgrrrr... you're getting on my nerves...", she said. Cruz took the front this time and spoke. "... Alright. We'll do this test for me and on me. After class, you decide where we're going. Pamela will come with me.", he said. "But Cruz-", she tried to speak, but he held her back.</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy Meruin raised a brow. "Are you sure? I haven't even explained the nature of the tests. Do not get me wrong; I am glad you accepted, but this whole affair has become needlessly complicated." Why it became complicated, Meruin left unsaid, but her pointed look at Pamela was a dead giveaway.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan nearly screamed in joy. Performing tests on a Technomage was insane in theory. "You can take the lead on these tests. I am just glad I can participate."</s>	<\|message\|>Eris Phyre Lyndwyrm Eris looked down quickly counting her shadows and grinned at Sol bringing another blade up underneath the ball wrapping it in light and bringing it over to her before she spiked it down directly on the other side of the net hoping it would be fast enough to keep Sol from returning it.</s>
<\|description\|>Deus Ira Photo: Age: 17 Gender: Male Abilities: -Magic: Yes, simply magic. Inherited from his father Merlin. -Shaolin Martial Artist -Ability Creation: Able to create any ability. Only able to use it for 10minutes. Can only create Fire Manipulation, Water Manipulation, Wind Manipulation and Space-Time Manipulation, after 10 mins are up, he becomes fragile, and for Space-Time Manipulation he can only use two ability which is Event Negation and Teleportation. It can negate any event but he can only use it twice a day. -Aura Manipulation: He dosent have full mastery over it. Something like what Lucario (pokemon) does. -Lucifer Sync Versions: "Forced Sync": Increases Attack Enourmously but decreases Defense Drastically "Incomplete Sync" Increases Defence and Offense Enourmously, Decreases Speed. "Perfect Sync" Increases Atk, Def, and Spd drastically and unlocks all of Lucifers ability. Available nit until later. "Neo Sync" Transforms into Lucifer comoletely. Nit available until later. Note: Each Sync unlocks one of Lucifer's Abilities. How could you work in a team: He is extremely resourceful, and very strategic. Can provide support. Personality: Deus is a very kind person. He likes to play sports and loves a good spar. He has been studying the Shaolin Martial Arts and has half mastered it. When his friends get hurt he becomes a whole other person. History: Let's just say he's an orphan for now, the rest is TBR Other: EDIT: Forgot to add that his most trusted weapon is tthe Kusanagi-No-Tsurugi. If I need to change anything just tell me.</s> <\|message\|>Deus Ira Deus: Outside Pandora's Box Deus was no longer himself. His eyes had turned white, as white as the full moon. His hair had also changed to white. The Chains and the Force-Field was dispelled. There was now only agony in Deus' eyes. The World had changed, and Deus could sense it. But he would not give up, he had to survive what he was about to do in order to kill her and get his revenge. He looked at Meruin then at everyone else. He was going to do something he learned recently, but that was Dangerous because the Limits...well there were none. If Reality and Illusion were all just concepts of Perspective, then what was the point of getting revenge. He had to get his revenge, he was an Avenger after all. Deus looked at Meruin. ]"Ha- hahahaha. Take her under your wing? Protect Her? Train Her? I never knew the people at this school would prorect a Mass Murder. Reality and Illusion Huh? The Concept of Perception, Just like her power. The Balance between Reality and Fantasy.. That Accursed power, that which has been hunting me for years....If you think you can protect her, train her, then you're Dead Wrong...Is what I would like to say if you had pulled out this "trick", Everything has a Cause and an Effect Meruin just remember that when you attempt to take her under your wing. That will come to bite you in the arse some years later." Deus looked at the now unstable Pandora's Box. Pandora's Box, was able to transcend Space-Time thanks to Deus for using his Ability Creation technique, but was currently useless against Meruin's spell. The Dark Aura had faded out of Deus, he could no longer go into that mode, Of course, all thanks to Merlin. Deus sat down in a meditating stance. He was attempting to communicate with Lucificus and Merlin. During this time, it appeared as if Deus had fallen asleep. But there were two kinds of Aura that began to emanate from his body. One was a Light Warm Aura and the other a Dark Cold one. Cornelia: Inside Pandora's Cornelia could sense the commotion outside. She had to get out of there. What Cornelia did before she got trapped in Pandora's Box was that she had put herself in an Illusion meaning that if she broke out of her Illusion then she could break Pandora's Box. Man, was she wrong. As she walked inside the house she realized why there was no one in the House. Because today was the ceremony that Changed all of Fate and History with her Brother. The day that Muramasa picked her to be the wielder of it. This changed, no, more like Erased her Humanity and Sanity</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy Meruin was probably going to get a migraine from dealing with these two - it hadn't happened yet, but she was sure it was going to happen. Deus seemed to be mistaken about the reasoning behind her ability, but that was fine; a true magi never reveals her mysteries, after all. It was the secret behind the spell that gave it power, and the less of a secret it was, the less powerful it would be. "I care not for what she's done before, Deus; the fact of the matter is that she is here now, and she will abide by the rules set in place for all of us. I don't want to make a habit of repeating myself, but I will do so for you to understand: This. Is. A. School. It is not your personal ring where you can kill as you wish. The same goes for Cornelia, however you were much closer in your efforts." The short mage shook her head. She was really talking a lot today. Perhaps next time she would marshal a team fight rather than participate. "I know my own limits, Deus. Talking about cause and effect is circular logic when it comes to magic - but that is a discussion for another time." Meruin peered at Cornelia behind her. It seemed she'd yet to break out of the illusion placed upon her. No matter - nothing mattered as long as Hazy Moon existed.</s> <\|message\|>Deus Ira Deus Deus eyes changed, one was Purple and the other one was Blue. This is the phenomenon that happens when many Spiritual Energies gather together in one body. Deus stood up, but this wasn't Deus, but the ancient demon Lucificus and Merlin. Deus looked at Meruin and his surroundings. "Well, Look Lucificus, someone that might be as strong as me in the magic sense. Hello Meruin Hazy, As Deus may have told you I am Merlin his father. The other being in this bodt is an Ancient Demon Lord named Lucificus." "Yo." Lucificus said. Neo-Deus began to feel the ground. They chuckled a bit. "Reality and Illusion. These two things are just figments of our Imagination, that is what our Brain tells us. If we were in an Illusion we would have no way of knowing it, Our Brain doesn't have the capability to perceive Illusions therefore they Perceive it as a reality. At the end of the day it Is Knowledge. The Knowledge to know whether we are in an Illusion or in Reality. Oh, I'm sorry I've seemed to have gotten carried away. Anyways, Meruin Hazy. I have a favor to ask of you. I'm going to unlock this child's memories. During this time he will not be able to differentiate between what is real and what is not (in his memories) During this time he will attempt to attack Cornelia. I would like it if you didn't do anything. This will decide his Future in a way." Cornelia: Inside Pandora's Box Cornelia looked in front of her as her past self grabbed the sword. Mixed emotions were goimg through the head of Cornelia, asking herself if that was the right decision. This would lead her to kill her whole family and make her brother go after her for Revenge. She was crying, but she didn't know why.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan continued to look at the moon when he sighed. He got up and walked towards the forest. "I've no idea whether anyone can hear me or not, but I'm going to the river. Later." He entered the forest and looked at the stream as it flowed. He sat down and began meditating.</s> <\|message\|>Slick Sloth Zairos III Time: 7:00 AM Day: Tuesday 1st day of the second term.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan walked out of his room and looked at the hallways. He headed to the cafeteria to get some food and brush up on his reading. He was beginning to read intermediate level books on elemental combinations and it was fascinating how their molecular structures interacted.</s> <\|message\|>Slick Sloth Zairos III Slick performed his morning routine, and headed down to the cafeteria for some bacon.</s> <\|message\|>Deus Ira Deus: Dorms Deus threw some papers aside. These Papers had mysterious symbols that were glowing on them. "No, No, No! The process is all wrong! How could I master this art, Father mastered every single type of magic, yet I can only master Alchemy, the most basic forms of magic." Deus said in frustration as he stood up from his chair. His hair was in tatters. He was wearing glasses and he hasn't been able to go to sleep, plus he has a silver streak in his hair because of how long he spent studying magic. Deus opened the door to the dorm and began to make his way to the cafeteria for breakfast, with Kusanagi at his side. He was wearing a white lab coat. He sighed. He needed some sleep but he thought that a good breakfast would wake him up. As he walked along the halls he looked outside the window to look at the morning sky, he then sighed. Deus arrived at the cafeteria. Seeing that Slick was already there he walked towards the counter and grabbed two plates of scrambled eggs, a bowl of oatmeal, orange juice, and two apples. He then proceeded to sit down next to Slick. "Thought I'd give you some company. So how are you feeling Slick?"</s> <\|message\|>Slick Sloth Zairos III "Not amazing if I'm honest Deus. Ever since the large team fight at the start of last term, my powers don't feel natural anymore, like they don't belong to me." Slick said staring at his hands.</s> <\|message\|>Deus Ira "Damm, Well If you need help with that, I can help. That has happened to me a few times. Most of the time it is because of an Internal Struggle, like if you're playing tug of war with yourself. It can also be that your full potential hasn't been unlocked yet." Deus said as he scratched his cheek. That certainly was strange. Deus then looked at Slick and activated his Aura Manipulation abilities. He attempted to read his Aura but here was the problem, there was nothing. Deus looked at Slick quizzically. Something was definetly wrong. Deus wasn't able to read his Aura, more like it was transparent, a different "color". "Hey, uh, Slick, after the Team Battles or During them, did you feel anything weird inside your body, like something that directly affected your powers?"</s> <\|message\|>Slick Sloth Zairos III Slick picked his head up and looked at Deus. "Yes. My ability to see the colour of people's souls, just exploded inside of me, then imploded. My powers completely vanished for about a minute, then they returned."</s> <\|message\|>Marcus Gracy Marcus sat in the desk of his office. His blondish brown hair tied up into a pony tail. He was finishing up his daily duties as the schools comsuler before he headed off to lunch. Marcus appearance hasn't changed much, he still looks the same but now has a blondish brown goatee. He stands up yawning and scratching his chest. Yes, he was shirtless doing school work. This was mainly one of the reasons why he tells the students and staff to knock before entering his room. He walks to a coat rack and takes a white shirt off a hanger and dresses himself. His clothes weren't as beat up as they used to be doing the first semester. Back then he got into a lot of pointless fights. He hasn't gotten into a fight in awhile though. It wasn't because of his repetitive losing streak. It was because he needed time to fully control his negative chi manipulation. He did master it around the ending of the first semester and would accept what ever challenge came his way to see how his practice paid off. Marcus exited his room locking the door behind him. The passing by students smiled as the passed him or waved in his direction. Marcus actually liked being the consulor. He got to meet countless numbers of people with strange and interesting personalities. He also liked how sometimes he would deal with relationship problems between the students. Marcus was deep in his thoughts as he walked towards the entrance of the lunch room. He entered and walked directly towards the line fixing himself a healthy meal of chicken salad and orange juice. He sat down at a random table and ate his food quietly.</s> <\|message\|>Deus Ira Deus scratched his head. He then looked at his palm, it had a transmutation symbol on it. He was thinking on a possibility, but it was farfetched and he didn't like it. "It must have probably been from the fight, it was pretty huge. Can I check something quickly, just to see what's wrong with your powers?" Deus stood up, as his hand began to radiate a silver aura. He cracked his neck to the side.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan looked up from his book and frowned. "I do hope you aren't planning on doing anything dangerous. If you were, it would fall under my jurisdiction as a Council Member to stop that." He called out to them. He really didn't feel like demolishing anyone today. He would though if he had to.</s> <\|message\|>Slick Sloth Zairos III Slick turned to Ryan. "Please don't use threats. He's trying to help someone out, I understand it's your job, but believe me, you'd do the same."</s> <\|message\|>Elza Sol finished off the last of his pancakes and lounged around bored watching Dues and Slick with mild interest. So far the year hadn't been too exciting; he hadn't even gotten to participate in the team battle at the start of the year. At this point he was almost out of practice with how little actual combat he had done. --- Elza groaned and walked into the cafeteria dragging her feet like a zombie. She walked straight to the drink table and grabbed a cub of black coffee before sitting down and slowing sipping it down a languid expression on her face. Elza hated mornings.</s>	<\|message\|>Deus Ira Deus ignored Ryan's remark and looked at Slick who had answered his question. "Alright, So I'm going to Implant some of my Aura into you and attempt to see what is wrong, you might feel a little excruciating pain." Deus looked at Slick, trying to find a small opening in his Aura, and when he found it he quickly began to insert his Aura into him. What this would do is that it would attempt to heal his Powers. Deus guessed that his powers had Imploded like that because of the opposing forces of the team battle, these powers were so strong, no wonder eyes couldn't keep up with them. "Ouch! There seems that something is wrong with your powers, Like a blockage or something of some kind. That's all I can tell you for now Slick, Sorry If I wasn't much help." Deus said as he sat back down sighing. He was tired, so it would be easy to do anything to him right now anyways.</s>
<\|description\|>Deus Ira Photo: Age: 17 Gender: Male Abilities: -Magic: Yes, simply magic. Inherited from his father Merlin. -Shaolin Martial Artist -Ability Creation: Able to create any ability. Only able to use it for 10minutes. Can only create Fire Manipulation, Water Manipulation, Wind Manipulation and Space-Time Manipulation, after 10 mins are up, he becomes fragile, and for Space-Time Manipulation he can only use two ability which is Event Negation and Teleportation. It can negate any event but he can only use it twice a day. -Aura Manipulation: He dosent have full mastery over it. Something like what Lucario (pokemon) does. -Lucifer Sync Versions: "Forced Sync": Increases Attack Enourmously but decreases Defense Drastically "Incomplete Sync" Increases Defence and Offense Enourmously, Decreases Speed. "Perfect Sync" Increases Atk, Def, and Spd drastically and unlocks all of Lucifers ability. Available nit until later. "Neo Sync" Transforms into Lucifer comoletely. Nit available until later. Note: Each Sync unlocks one of Lucifer's Abilities. How could you work in a team: He is extremely resourceful, and very strategic. Can provide support. Personality: Deus is a very kind person. He likes to play sports and loves a good spar. He has been studying the Shaolin Martial Arts and has half mastered it. When his friends get hurt he becomes a whole other person. History: Let's just say he's an orphan for now, the rest is TBR Other: EDIT: Forgot to add that his most trusted weapon is tthe Kusanagi-No-Tsurugi. If I need to change anything just tell me.</s> <\|message\|>Sol "Of course, I won't mind a minute of down time to prepare." Sol said grinning. He spent a brief moment considering Ryan's idea, he didn't like it. Chase specialized in breaking everything and anything, going at her with the hopes of landing a single powerful attack was unlikely to work. The way to go about was an overwhelming amount of constant attacks giving no chance to go on the offensive; Meruin was probably their best shot at this in his opinion. While the idea of keeping her mobile was a good one Chase no doubt had more than enough experience casting on the move. Figuring he had more than enough time, he quickly warped back to the entrance of the school leaving his schoolmates to their own devices and wondering what exactly the purpose was of the box Liz had given him was. No matter he would figure it out if the time came, now though was very important to get as much preparation as he could. First he forcibly grabbed a hold of time in the area, much easier actually since they were already in a distorted area, and made it run slower much slower. That should buy him a considerable more amount of time, after all Chase had never said how long the minute was. Then he set to creating runes, hundreds of runes around the area, there was no point in holding back. He set proximity runes, tracking runes, escape runes, time runes, everything he could possibly think of. By the time he was finished the entire school was covered in runes that he could activate at any time, since he didn't know how much moving Chase would be doing he had to cover everywhere. Of course that meant he was starting the fight already a little tired from all the expended energy but in the end it should be worth.</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy & @Slendy & @BranchOfSin & @Eklispe Meruin paused, thinking over their propositions. They needed more info if they wanted to effectively challenge Chase. Just when she was about to speak, Sol decided to go ahead on his own and her words turned into a cry of shock. "Wait, Sol-!" It was too late by then, however, and he was gone. With a sigh, Meruin spoke hurriedly. "We have to catch up to him, so we better make this fast. Firstly, Lady Chase is severely restricting herself, and I've heard her use the term 1/1,000,000,000 - this is by no means an accurate representation of how much she is limiting her abilities. The only thing that phrase means is that she will not be using her Aeon to fight us." She looked at Deus and Marcus, who were probably unaware of what the word Aeon entailed. "An Aeon is the pinnacle of mastery of a single practice," said Meruin, simplifying the explanation - there would be time for a more detailed one later, if they were curios. "All mastery leads to one of four Aeons: Destruction, Creation, Existence and Void. This is moot point though, seeing as I am ninety-nine percent sure that Lady Chase will not be using her Aeons. Instead, I highly suspect that she will be fighting us with her original specialty: Fire magic." Meruin pursed her lips in apprehension. "In a way, this might be even more terrifying. Did you know her Title, back before she was known as 'The Empress of Destruction'? It was 'The Winter Witch' - her fire spells devastated whatever they touched and literally burned out all that could be burned, including atmosphere. Lady Chase, whenever she was serious back then, left the sun blocked out and everything cold. She burned out heat in the atmosphere and created artificial winters." A flame so hot that it turned everything around it to ice. That was Chase's flame! "Her favorite tactic is definitely going to be heavily on the offensive and . . . bombardment. Not good, I had forgotten about that. Listen, whatever we do, let's try to avoid sticking together. It's risky, because we can't cover each others backs, however, it's not worth having all of us get taken out in one go. Your smokescreen idea is good, Ryan, but we can't rule out the fact that Lady Chase might not even choose to look through the smoke screen and simply destroy everything around her in one go." She paused for a few moments, considering their options. Ideas and parameters jumped into her head as she wildly sought the best path to victory. --- Chase floated lazily in the air, humming to herself with her eyes closed. A single eye lifted open as she felt Sol arrive at the scene. Being herself, of course she could sense what Sol was doing to the time around him. She grinned to herself. "What a kid. My initial estimation of him has gone up a few notches," she said, before frowning. "If only he was working with the others, then perhaps it would get higher. Well, perhaps this is a part of their plan."</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan nodded as he thought over what Meruin said. "Liz would be better off than most of us than. Not completely okay, but better. Ditch the smoke screen idea." Ryan looked around and noticed that Sol was gone. He felt for Sol's energy and found him preparing traps. "Sol is off preparing the battlefield. I don't think he's going to be playing ball with us. I'm putting away my sword, I don't want it to be melted." Ryan dropped his sword and it melted into the ground. "I suppose the only chance we have is to just rush her. We can't out wait her, we can't outwit her, we definitely can't out power her, all we have is superior numbers. Let's just go all out with our most damaging attacks." Ryan said but then furrowed his brow. "No, wait, our most damaging attacks could kill each other. I don't know, there is no real plan that could be used."</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy Meruin opened her eyes, her thoughts coming to a gradual halt. "I think . . . our chance of victory lies best with Sol and Marcus." "Lady Chase's abilities are formidable . . . no, formidable is a horribly gross understatement. They're beyond godly. But right now, we don't have to worry about it being beyond godly. She will be limiting herself, and since I know Lady Chase isn't the type to be so petty as to toy with us, I'm certain we have a chance at victory. "Her abilities will be heavily offensive and destructive in nature. It's her favorite - and only - tactic. Overwhelming offense has always been her trademark. As I see it, absolutely none of us could take a direct hit from her. Marcus is the only one that has a prayer of surviving. You see, her abilities are powerful, but so long as it's not an Aeon-class technique, it's still magic. Marcus wouldn't be affected at all if he took a direct hit. "Sol has grasp over time magic, and while I'm sure Deus or Cornelia are more familiar with it, I think that only he can apply it in a meaningful manner against Lady Chase. Here's what I propose: Like you said, going all out with our best attacks, only, the only ones doing the attacking will be Marcus and Sol. Everyone else will act as support. No matter what, we have to get close to Lady Chase. Staying far is only inviting pain."</s> <\|message\|>Marcus Gracy Marcus stood up and closed his eyes. "So what your saying is all I have to do his punch her?" After he said that he opened his eyes and his appearance altered. He was now wearing an all black cloak that had the yin-yang symbol imprinted on the back. His eyes were black and his pupils were white. Black flames danced around his body as he pounded his fist into the palm of his other hand. "I can do that!" In the blink of an eye Marcus was gone and standing behind Chase. His arms under the cloak didn't move but a punch was thrown. This punch wasn't regular it was probably enough to shatter the strongest he on earth if Marcus had enough concentration. But for now his mission was to punch and not hold back no matter what. His cloak faintly moved but there was an onslaught of punches that came Chase's way.</s> <\|message\|>Deus Ira Deus sighed. He also wanted to attack Directly using Aura Manipulation too. He sighed. If they were going to fight an opponent that had control over fire magic, Being inside would just make it bad for them so he decided to reveal one of his new Space-Time Manipulation Abilities, which was technically just teleportation. Deus began to charge his power, and when he was ready, he teleported everyone to the courtyard. "That should at Least give us a slight advantage." Deus said as his Aura began to flare out of control.</s> <\|message\|>Elizabeth Moon. Liz for short Liz rolled her eyes "Your plan was good but like Meruin said plans are useless against this women. Overwhelming power is what you need to use against her and a defense that can be able to withstand it." She explained as she looked through her bag for something before pulling out what looked like an old log with a magical mark etched into it. Throwing the log into the air Liz clapped her hands as the seal on the left side of her lower back glowed red "Fire is my soul which burns brightest in battle, I will ignite all those in my way and leave this world in ashes." She spoke the incantation and her skin started to erupt in flames until all that was standing was a fire in Liz's old shape "I will distract her and try to absorb her fire attacks for a while, no doubt it will prove ineffective after a few seconds to make it count." The fire body spoke as it caught the log which transformed into a sword of fire in her hand before Liz vanished from the area. Appearing behind Chase Liz was sure this would not surprise the mage but she lunged forward with the sword hoping her secondary plan would work.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan sighed and breathed in deeply. "Grimoire Art: The Magician." The Roman Numeral for 1 appeared behind him and everyone besides Chase would feel a sudden influx of power. He was essentially drawing in magic from the air and whatever was wasted from everyone else and redirecting it to everyone else and himself. He stayed completely still as he drew in more and more energy.</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy & @Dash375 & @BranchOfSin & @Slendy & @Eklispe Chase shot upwards with a sudden burst of speed, giving neither Marcus nor Liz a chance to touch her. Once she was about twenty-five meters into the air, the golden mage shook her head. "You're all acting a bit hasty now aren't you?" she said almost sardonically. Chase gave a few sparing glances to Ryan and Deus, but it looked like her interest lay mostly in Liz and Marcus. "Hm~ How nice - magic nullification and another who dares challenge me with my most beloved element. Very well, I candidly accept." Meruin arrived at around the same time as Liz did, and grabbed Marcus hurriedly. "Get away!" she shouted. Chase lifted two fingers to point to the sky, and quite suddenly, it exploded. No, that was no exaggeration. The sky turned a searing bright red for a moment before it erupted - all of it - into a bright flame. The heat all around them went up by several degrees, and the heat distorted objects in the distance, giving them a vaguely illusory quality. Chase grinned. "As of now, your oxygen supply is slowly disappearing, and any magic that you throw around won't leave a trace once it's destroyed. I recognize that tactic boy, it's one of Reina's trademarks," said Chase looking at Ryan. "Don't think I'll let you have it so easy. Now, as for the firebrand-girl . . ." Chase pointed a single finger at her from the sky, and a whirling mass of energy and heat gathered around her finger, while the area around Liz suddenly began snowing, and ice began frosting over around Liz. "I'll give you a warning shot." A thin beam of red shot out from her finger, right towards Liz. It didn't hit her, and it landed quite far from her actually, but the massive explosions shock waves could certainly be felt from that distance. By massive explosion, we would like to put an emphasis on 'MASSIVE' and 'EXPLOSION', by the way. The ground where Liz once stood near by has now become unusable. The explosion has died, but the oppressive flame still remains. Going through there without protection insures acute pain.</s>	<\|message\|>Deus Ira Deus smirked. Right now he only had two options. Either using his new technique to attempt to land a hit on Chase, or just Heal the rest of them. Of course he was getting a bit angry that Chase was ignoring him like a piece of dirt, Deus then sighed. He chose the latter seeing that it might be almost incredibly hard to land a hit. Deus then used his Aura to send a wave of healing to heal his teammates and then proceeded to use Banishing Shift [Event Negation] to Negate what Chase just did. For now, Deus would focus on Being support, but since he had already placed some of his Aura on his teammates, he could now speak with them Telepathically. He then began to fire some Aura Blasts.</s>
<\|description\|>Deus Ira Photo: Age: 17 Gender: Male Abilities: -Magic: Yes, simply magic. Inherited from his father Merlin. -Shaolin Martial Artist -Ability Creation: Able to create any ability. Only able to use it for 10minutes. Can only create Fire Manipulation, Water Manipulation, Wind Manipulation and Space-Time Manipulation, after 10 mins are up, he becomes fragile, and for Space-Time Manipulation he can only use two ability which is Event Negation and Teleportation. It can negate any event but he can only use it twice a day. -Aura Manipulation: He dosent have full mastery over it. Something like what Lucario (pokemon) does. -Lucifer Sync Versions: "Forced Sync": Increases Attack Enourmously but decreases Defense Drastically "Incomplete Sync" Increases Defence and Offense Enourmously, Decreases Speed. "Perfect Sync" Increases Atk, Def, and Spd drastically and unlocks all of Lucifers ability. Available nit until later. "Neo Sync" Transforms into Lucifer comoletely. Nit available until later. Note: Each Sync unlocks one of Lucifer's Abilities. How could you work in a team: He is extremely resourceful, and very strategic. Can provide support. Personality: Deus is a very kind person. He likes to play sports and loves a good spar. He has been studying the Shaolin Martial Arts and has half mastered it. When his friends get hurt he becomes a whole other person. History: Let's just say he's an orphan for now, the rest is TBR Other: EDIT: Forgot to add that his most trusted weapon is tthe Kusanagi-No-Tsurugi. If I need to change anything just tell me.</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy @floodtalon@Slendy@BranchOfSin Reina sighed. Still not looking at Cornelia, the archmage spoke with slight irritation in her voice, her patience being tried. "It's not arrogance if my pride is warranted. Stay your hand, girl, you are wouldn't even be a warm up for me, and that is simple, logical, truth." The silver haired mage truly did not see Cornelia as a threat. Looking at Luciferon conversing with Chase, Reina had to narrow her eyes. She hated demons more than anyone, and if it weren't for the fact that Chase had called this fight hers, she would have already exorcised him from Deus's body. Still, as she used magic to listen in on their conversation, Reina's mouth quirked up into a small smile. The demon had no idea who he was talking to. If he had been in contact with any demonic forces in recent years, then he would know exactly who Chase was and what she did, and he would have been more careful around her. As it was, with his appearance, the sanctity of the duel was very nearly violated. Just a little more, and Chase would be forced to unleash her full strength . . . When that point came, it was bye-bye to the demon. --- Chase rolled her eyes at Luciferons tone. If he was trying to intimidate her, it wasn't working. Powerful demon though he was, he was still a being that operated on the logic of this reality - not something that Chase even bothered to fight anymore, let alone fear. He was nothing compared to madness inducing omnipresence of Yog-Sothoth or the the majestic evil that was Shub-Niggurath. And finally, as her thoughts settled on the last of her eternal foes, Chase shuddered. Nothing will ever frighten me again, not after I've encountered that thing. The greatest and most terrifying of her enemies, who ruled over the Outer Gods with a stupidity bordering on exotic genius: Azathoth. The short archmage was shaken from her thoughts as the Caliburn appeared in Luciferon's hand. Huh, she was wondering where that had gone. Well, it wasn't a problem; he might have Caliburn, but she had Garm and Gungnir. Chase frowned, however, upon remembering that Excalibur and Gae Bolg were in Reina's possession, among other treasures. Chase held her breath as Sols vacuum activated. A smart move, on his part, but like Ryan's light, it was ineffective. Chase had fought long enough to realize that her fights used up oxygen faster than she needed. Replacing the air around her was trivial, not to mention her explosions pushed away the vacuum. As for Ryan's light, she grinned and waved at him. Compared to light from her explosions, what comparison was there? Suddenly, she felt Marcus's spell link them together, and the edge of her lips quirked up in shocked respect. This kid was either gutsy, or suicidal. "Very well, let's have it your way!" Seeing all of them prepare for their next move, and taking into consideration Marcus spell, Chase decided to simply blow everything up! Pointing skywards, a white sun appeared right beside the yellow one. On closer inspection, it seemed to be getting bigger rapidly. "Stop this, young Marcus, and you'll have earned my respect!" Meruin paled beside Ryan. Oh, wow, she hasn't seen that spell yet. This could be bad. "I'll have to hurry this up!" she said through gritted teeth. Her spell began circulating faster as Meruin did something she constantly tried to avoid doing: rushing her spells.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan paled as the sun seemed to be getting much larger. "Grimoire Art: The Magician : Support!" Ryan began enhancing the potency of Meruin's magic and his own Shield of Light. "I know it's bad to hurry a spell, but I can't keep up two Grimoire spells at once for very long! So whenever you're ready!" Ryan began sweating from the intense heat being given off by the sun falling down from the FREAKING SKY! "Why is it everyone I know is insane!?" He asked himself as he felt a part of his magic resistant clothes catch fire.</s> <\|message\|>Sol Sol grunted, a sun? Really? Well he already had contingency plan if case the others didn't think of anything fast enough so he decided that he would distracting Chase would be best, heck, he might get lucky and scratch her. Simply activating a rune some distance to the left of her he appeared there using his wind magic to create little platforms under his feet, allowing him the same, if not more mobility then when on the ground, in addition he covered his whole body in swirling winds the at least partially dissipated the vicious heat from above. Relentless assault would be best to to have any hope of landing an attack. His attacks didn't have to be strong, just numerous and powerful enough to scratch her skin, so as long as she didn't have some sort of protection it should be easy right? He charged forward using his wind magic to enhance the length of his sword to nearly double and stabbing directly at Chase's midsection. He watched her carefully ready to change tactics at any moment.@TheHangedMan</s> <\|message\|>Pamela Armellia Cruz Meister, Pamela Armellia, Lynda "Lyn" Hermit and Agni Blackheart & Cerberus Location: Boys' Dormitory - Cruz's Room Before Lyn could return to her guard post, Agni and Cerberus quickly took Cruz back to his room. He was put on the bed by the hell hound. "Are you feeling alright?", Agni asked. "Y-Yeah. Thanks.", Cruz replied. Agni nodded and smiled. He never thought he would be forgiven, so this was a rather new experience. "I guess I'll go talk to that student council member. I'll see if I can switch with those girls and look after you.", Agni spoke. "There's no need for you to do that. I don't want to be a burden.", Cruz tried to negate his wish. "We insist, Sir Cruz. It is a way for us to fully redeem ourselves with you.", Cerberus insisted. Although he was against it, he knew that there were no words to make them give up, so Cruz decided to stay quiet about that matter. "Well, what do we have here?", a voice spoke from above. Lyn, who was sitting on a ceiling girder, jumped down. "You two became buddies now or I'm mental?", she asked, smiling mischievously. "-I-If we did, you got any problem?", Agni answered, returning to be bitter. "H-Hey, there's no need to be that bitter on her.", Cruz said, but Agin still looked the same way to Lyn: with disdain. "Guuuuuuuuys!!", Pamela barged into the room already screaming. She saw that Agni was there. "Wait a minute, what are you doing here?! Get out!! Get out!!", she said, trying to pull him out. "Pamela, what happened? WHy did you came screaming like that?", Cruz asked, trying to stay on topic. "Oh, right! There's like an heck of a battle happening outside!! Those guys from the student council and some other students are fighting some two older women that appeared out of nowhere!!", she said. "So, that feeling of being overwhelm by some kind of power wasn't just a single feeling... This is getting interesting." "Where are they now?", Agni asked. "Why should I tell you?! The only thing you should do is not putting your nose into other's business!", Pamela answered rashly. "We have no time for your bitching! We're already without Cruz, how do you expect to win without my help?!", he said. She noticed that his tone was of worriness and not blind rage. "Alright, Pamela, you're taking us there.", Lyn spoke. Pamela nodded and rushed to the corridor. Lyn immediately followed her and Agni followed the two. But before he left, he looked back to Cerberus and Cruz. "Cerberus, take care of Cruz. Make sure he doesn't leave.", Agni ordered. "Yes, my master. Good luck on your side.", Cerberus replied. Agni ran off following Lynda and Pamela.</s>	<\|message\|>Deus Ira Forced Sync Deus sighed. It appeared Lucifer was correct. Every Single Dammed Mage with their god dammed arrogace. He knew they never stood a chance from the beginning, that as it may be he still wanted to try. So Deus knew it was time to bust up a new one. Deus's eyes were glowing a bright red, and during this time, he was speaking to his comrades. Guys, listen, I need you to buy me some time, I'm going to try something dangerous that will most definetly work in erasing that sun, and allowing us to win. With that, Deus's body began to change. It turned as black as a black hole. This time Deus would be using three powers at the same time. All of these powers are really just part of one power, but it is how you perceive it. A Major, mass of energy could be felt swelling up in Deus's body. He didn't like this method since it took almost every single fiber in his body just to use it. The Sky turned black, the ground, the grass, everything was now engulfed in a black color. Something was happening. Posts until "Spell" goes off: 5</s>
<\|description\|>Alexander Faulkner General Information Age: 18 Gender: Male Personality: Alex is very laid-back. Actually "laid-back" wouldn't even begin to describe Alex. He is apathetic, doesn't care enough to do anything, unlively, passive to the bone and generally, lazy. Although he enjoys the company of others, his personality drives most people away from him, like they are afraid of getting afflicted with his lazyness and as such, he generally doesn't have many friends, something he, however, wants to change. His constant companion are his headphones that have a built-in MP4 player with which he listens to his favorite music. Abilities/Skills Name: Arc of Numeracy * DescriptionThrough his unique ability, Arc of Numeracy, Alex can change the study of quantity, structure, space, change, through manipulating the laws and foundation of mathematics, allowing him to change the principle of numeracy, for example altering the distance between two destination, break the laws of nature through the alteration of mathematical equations, increasing or decrease the amount or quantity in a substance or in an area, etc. This power can never be detained as it is based on the intellectual level of the user. Techniques * Arc of Numeracy: Formula Manifestation: Alex can manipulate the fabric of reality by constructing formulated thoughts or formulas and materialize them in reality. For example, he can create a formula that saps beings of their free will through an equation that makes life, hope and freedom irrefutably pointless. * Arc of Numeracy: Archimede's Box: Alex can generate a construct in a the shape of a rectangle or a box with numerous capabilities. He can create physical energy constructs as well as non-physical ones by manipulating the force fields around himself/the target and can use said contructs for attacking, defending, trapping etc. * Arc of Numeracy: Nihil: Alex is able to utilize the effects of division by zero, which has an apparent property of collapsing the affected system in question. In a nutshell, It's most widely used effect is to turn many things into just one, irreversibly unless a more powerful power reverses it afterwards. * [MORE WILL BE REVEALED AS THE STORY PROGRESSES] Limitations * As said before, Use of the Arc of Numeracy is based on the intellectual level of the user so if one doesn't know that i.e, 1+1=2 then he cant change that equation to make it i.e, 1+1=1. * Some imagined formulas may be unreachable, such as taking hundreds of years to write or think up. History * TBR IC</s> <\|message\|>Slick Sloth Zairos III Slick grabbed a brace from the teacher. "One, four, four. There were a hundred and fourty five students this year, one got sick had to leave. So I'm the worst of this sorry lot huh?"</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy Meruin, upon hearing the announcement, gave a small nod towards Liz and Marcus. "I'll be going to pick up my brace. I'll see you later, unless you're planning on following me." The small mage drew a magic circle on the ground with the tip of her shoe, and placed a ward their to record the match between Sol and Eris. In one breath, the scenery around her changed as she transported herself instantly, arriving in front of the common room. As she entered, she saw Slick. She recognized him from last year, but never really talked with him much. "Hello," she greeted casually, as she walked towards the teacher to receive her bracer.</s> <\|message\|>Slick Sloth Zairos III "Hi there, Meruin." Slick sighed. "Must be good to have a high rank huh?" Slick looked at his brace as he put it on his left arm, his dominant one.</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy Meruin placed the bracer she received on her right arm. "Not quite," she said, frowning at the bracer. She didn't quite like the color - reddish brown didn't seem to fit her, for some reason. "I only got the rank because I wanted to see how much I had improved. Afterwards, it was a near endless stream of challenges that got tiring extremely quickly." She didn't elaborate anymore than that, although she did change the color of the bracer with magic - it was a dull emerald jade color now.</s> <\|message\|>Slick Sloth Zairos III Slick engulfed his left arm in blue fire and his bracer absorbed the colour and became a navy blue. "Well at least you've got more ,magic pOW-" Slick cut off as the bracer dug into his arm and began to pump magic into his veins. "-er." He went into a sweat. "Never did understand how these would work, either way it hurts like hell."</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy Meruin tilted her head. The pain from the bracer never did bother her, as the various experiments she'd preformed on herself had let her get used to pain, but the sudden injection of magic was uncomfortable - she disliked having magic asides from hers running around her body. "I'd rather be able to finish my research," she said, staring at Slicks now navy-blue bracer. She raised a brow at his display of power. "Interesting. Now that I think about it, I don't think I've ever observed your abilities first hand. Have you ever dueled anyone before?"</s> <\|message\|>Slick Sloth Zairos III "No I never wanted to fight. Just pass exams to get through." Slick looked up and down Meruin. "What do you wanna see my power for? I'm a good for nothing student, who has the world's weirdest DNA.</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy Meruin was just a little surprised at Slick's self-depreciation. Lately she'd been dealing with people who, if not possessing a large ego, were at least reasonably confident in themselves. She nodded her head in approval to Slick's statement on what he aimed to do here. "A reasonable goal, if a bit different from the others here. As for why I want to see your abilities, I am a research before I am a fighter," she said succinctly. "Who possess what power and whatever manner of creature they are means nothing to me; you have something I am interested in, so I will express my interest, that is all."</s> <\|message\|>Pamela Armellia Cruz Meister, Pamela Armellia, Lynda "Lyn" Hermit and Agni Blackheart Location: Common Room After running a little, the three of them managed to reach the common room, where some people had already got their braces. Amidst the people, there was Agni, getting his bracer from the teacher. He used his power to give it a dark purple color and felt the bracer insert its magic on him. Useless magic... for what reason this ridiculous bracer did this?, he thought. Cruz moved forward to one of the teachers and greeted it formally. He got his bracer and equipped it. "Hmm... let's see how it looks like when I use Data on it.", he said to himself, inserting a flow of Data into the bracer, which became light blue. Then, he felt the same magic being inserted. "Ow! This thing hurts!", he said, not commenting about the magic being inserted on him. Soon, Pamela and Lynda grabbed their braces, equipped them and used their magics on it to have a pink and a dark gray bracer, respectively. And then, the pain came. "Ow, ow, ow, owww!! Heeeeeey, what is this?!", Pamela complained. "The bracer inserted some magic on us. I don't know what kind of magic it is, but I'm used to have energy painfully inserted into me...", Lynda said. Cruz looked at it one more time and then noticed Meruin and Slick. He was going to talk with them, but someone stood in his way. "I want to talk with you, last of the technomagicians.", Agni said. "About what exactly? If it's about the skirmish we had, I don't want to talk about it.", Cruz answered. The dark magician still kept his cold gaze. Then, as Cruz moved towards his old friends, the pendant swinged a little. "... I see. Then, I won't bother you anymore, Your Majesty.", he spoke. Upon hearing those words, Cruz looked directly at Agni with a surprised face, while the latter opened the Word of Hatred and left reading it. What the... how the hell does he know about that?!, Cruz said, looking at the exit.</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy Since she was not particularly waiting for Slick to respond, Meruin diverted some attention to the newcomers: another student from the previous years, and also one she'd scarcely interacted with, accompanied by three she did not recognize. Her eyes narrowed for a moment as she sensed magic pass through the bracer, one she was unfamiliar with. It seems that three people managed to pique her interest today. "Technomage, is it?" said Meruin, her eyes boring straight into Cruz's own.</s> <\|message\|>Pamela Armellia Cruz Meister Location: Common Room Waking up from his surprise at Agni's words, Cruz turned his head back to Meruin. He does remember about her, but certainly wasn't on the best way possible. "Yeah, Meruin. We barely talked back at the old academy, but it's me, Cruz. Cruz Meister, the last technomage alive...", he said, sighing hard. That wasn't the way he wanted to be known throughtout.</s> <\|message\|>Slick Sloth Zairos III Slick brushed off Meruin's comment. Who doesn't care what people are like "Wait a sec, what do I have!?" It had taken the boy a minute to work out what she had said.</s> <\|message\|>Sol ghost in black Sol glanced at the scales rapidly covering Eris's body with interest. A strange magic that seemed to increase her strength, no matter he had no intention of letting her regain momentum. Logically it would be best to cancel the match and then retrieve their braces before continuing but it would be no fun to end mid-match. Sol's eyes narrowed as he traced the path of the rapidly moving metal orb and as soon as it crossed onto his side of the court Sol was there smashing it straight down, coming down on Eris's side mere centimeters from the net. Simultaneously he caused a distortion to warp into existence around the bubble slowing down time all around it, even if Eris would normally be able to move fast enough to block the attack the time warp should've been more than enough to slow her down long enough for him to score the winning point. Even if he didn't score a point he was still in a good position to spike the ball once again, he thought grinning confidently. --- Elza yawned and looked around dazedly when she heard some announcement about bracers, it seemed she had accidentally fallen asleep again. Oh well she was fresh and ready to go now so she eagerly grabbed a brace from the teacher. Her eye's flickered into shadow as she viewed the strange magic of the bracer flow into her and meld with her own, an interesting device. Her eyes returned to their normal color and she glanced around, Meruin was here along with several other people she didn't know very well. Elza retreated to a corner and examined her new device thoroughly curious to see how it worked and waited for classes to be announced.</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy , @JELDare As Cruz gave what she assumed was his title, Meruin's eyes suddenly had a very disturbing glint in them. It was by no means malicious, but it was suitably manic - the kind you see on mad scientists. The cause, of course, was not so much that Cruz mentioned he was a technomage - which had perked her interest enough - but because ue had mentioned he was the last of his kind. That sent Meruin's interest flying into the realm of the unhealthy. "The last Technomage, you say?" she muttered audibly. "Very interesting . . . tell me, would you be willing to partake in a few experi- tests?" For now, Slick was now pushed into the back of her mind, though part of her was resolute in talking to him more later on.</s> <\|message\|>Elizabeth Moon. Liz for short Liz waved to Meruin, she planned to walk over on her own anyway. When she arrived at the classroom she quickly went up and claimed a bracer "oh, a new design." She smiled happily and put it on her wrist and winced a bit when she drained her magic in it, for a while the bracer did not settle on its color but finally it came to a light blue clear, the color of the sea. Smiling and breathing a sigh of relief from that being over and the pain subsiding. Looking around it seemed like most people had arrived to collect their bracer as well. Looking around the room Liz walked over to Meruin "Just a quick update~ Euphie says you are good to have a fight with her after classes today as long as she gets to have a chat with you first, if she mentions Chase just lie and say you don't know where she is though please." Liz chuckled and looked at Elza who had retreated to a corner "Talk later Meruin." She quickly dashed off and jumped in front of Elza likely spooking her "Hi there, you must be new here! Whats your name? Any questions?" Liz asked bombarding the new girl with questions.</s> <\|message\|>Marcus Gracy Marcus stood to his feet slowly and slipped his hands into his pockets. He turned towards the school and walked deep in thought about his battle with Liz. He didn't care about how he looked like a giant mummy roaming and hunting the school. To him his appearance didn't matter. What really mattered was what the hell actually happened during his battle with Liz. He entered the classroom silently and retrieved his bracer from the teacher , applying it onto his right arm on top of the bandages. Although he didn't react to the tiny pain the bracer caused. Marcus noticed the others but was to caught up in his thoughts to acknowledge any of them. He grabbed a seat in the front row by the window and kicked his feet on top of the desk. Marcus stared out the window not noticing his bandages slowly stretch over the bracer.</s>	<\|message\|>Alexander Faulkner The announcement woke Alex up from his daydreaming. About time... he thought while getting up from his seat, yawing. He made his way towards the classroom and watched as others in the line in front of him each took their braces. He saw Slick using some kind of flame power to change the color of his bracer, Huh...that's a pretty neat feature Once he received his bracer, Alex wore it on his left forearm and quickly felt it digging in on his skin, "so this is how the whole concept works huh?" Alex said to himself out-loud. He turned and walked towards one of the seats in the class and sat down. So...let's see if I can do the same as him... Alex thought and looked at his bracer for a moment. He closed his eyes and pictured his ability as an aura and focused it on his forearm. Suddenly the bracer turned white and mathematical symbols started appearing on it until everything was covered with said symbols. Alex opened his eyes and took a look at the changes, ...whatever he thought, pressed the button on his MP4 and continued listening to music. Although he didn't need to attend the rest of the lesson, Alex was too lazy to stand up from his seat again...</s>
<\|description\|>Elizabeth Moon. Liz for short @JELDare Photo: Age: 19 Gender: Female Abilities: Able to transform her body into a body of water. In this form she can control bodies of water without spells at all and at faster speed then most specialized water mages. This mastery of the water element does have some weaknesses. She can not control any magic until she turns into her water form which requires a chant for focus. In her water form she is also weak to certain elements like ice and lightning in exchange for a large resistance to physical attackers. How you could work in a team: A mix of most elements in a team. In her water form she can use water both offensively in the form of whips and concentrated water blasts and defensively by creating high pressure water barriers that would slash flesh which would make contact with it. Liz can also be a decent front line defensive against physical attackers who can do little damage but would not be able to take this role against element attackers. Personality: Cheerful and outgoing most of the time, Liz tries to talk and get along with everyone she meets though has given up with some people or those who have upset people she cares about. She is also quite hard working on her magic training trying to work on her water control most of the time. History: Grew up on a small isolated island somewhere out in the ocean, she never reveals quite where when people asks. The people on the island saw how Liz had at a young age had a strong connection to magic, back then she could use all the main elements of magic though she was always strongest at water. Though one day something changed when the village did something to her permanently sealing away all other elemental magic apart from water and giving her the new form she can enter. There is more to it but I don't want to go into it right now. Other: Shes left handed and loves chocolate.</s> <\|message\|>Sol ghost in black Sol glanced at the scales rapidly covering Eris's body with interest. A strange magic that seemed to increase her strength, no matter he had no intention of letting her regain momentum. Logically it would be best to cancel the match and then retrieve their braces before continuing but it would be no fun to end mid-match. Sol's eyes narrowed as he traced the path of the rapidly moving metal orb and as soon as it crossed onto his side of the court Sol was there smashing it straight down, coming down on Eris's side mere centimeters from the net. Simultaneously he caused a distortion to warp into existence around the bubble slowing down time all around it, even if Eris would normally be able to move fast enough to block the attack the time warp should've been more than enough to slow her down long enough for him to score the winning point. Even if he didn't score a point he was still in a good position to spike the ball once again, he thought grinning confidently. --- Elza yawned and looked around dazedly when she heard some announcement about bracers, it seemed she had accidentally fallen asleep again. Oh well she was fresh and ready to go now so she eagerly grabbed a brace from the teacher. Her eye's flickered into shadow as she viewed the strange magic of the bracer flow into her and meld with her own, an interesting device. Her eyes returned to their normal color and she glanced around, Meruin was here along with several other people she didn't know very well. Elza retreated to a corner and examined her new device thoroughly curious to see how it worked and waited for classes to be announced.</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy , @JELDare As Cruz gave what she assumed was his title, Meruin's eyes suddenly had a very disturbing glint in them. It was by no means malicious, but it was suitably manic - the kind you see on mad scientists. The cause, of course, was not so much that Cruz mentioned he was a technomage - which had perked her interest enough - but because ue had mentioned he was the last of his kind. That sent Meruin's interest flying into the realm of the unhealthy. "The last Technomage, you say?" she muttered audibly. "Very interesting . . . tell me, would you be willing to partake in a few experi- tests?" For now, Slick was now pushed into the back of her mind, though part of her was resolute in talking to him more later on.</s> <\|message\|>Elizabeth Moon. Liz for short Liz waved to Meruin, she planned to walk over on her own anyway. When she arrived at the classroom she quickly went up and claimed a bracer "oh, a new design." She smiled happily and put it on her wrist and winced a bit when she drained her magic in it, for a while the bracer did not settle on its color but finally it came to a light blue clear, the color of the sea. Smiling and breathing a sigh of relief from that being over and the pain subsiding. Looking around it seemed like most people had arrived to collect their bracer as well. Looking around the room Liz walked over to Meruin "Just a quick update~ Euphie says you are good to have a fight with her after classes today as long as she gets to have a chat with you first, if she mentions Chase just lie and say you don't know where she is though please." Liz chuckled and looked at Elza who had retreated to a corner "Talk later Meruin." She quickly dashed off and jumped in front of Elza likely spooking her "Hi there, you must be new here! Whats your name? Any questions?" Liz asked bombarding the new girl with questions.</s> <\|message\|>Marcus Gracy Marcus stood to his feet slowly and slipped his hands into his pockets. He turned towards the school and walked deep in thought about his battle with Liz. He didn't care about how he looked like a giant mummy roaming and hunting the school. To him his appearance didn't matter. What really mattered was what the hell actually happened during his battle with Liz. He entered the classroom silently and retrieved his bracer from the teacher , applying it onto his right arm on top of the bandages. Although he didn't react to the tiny pain the bracer caused. Marcus noticed the others but was to caught up in his thoughts to acknowledge any of them. He grabbed a seat in the front row by the window and kicked his feet on top of the desk. Marcus stared out the window not noticing his bandages slowly stretch over the bracer.</s> <\|message\|>Alexander Faulkner The announcement woke Alex up from his daydreaming. About time... he thought while getting up from his seat, yawing. He made his way towards the classroom and watched as others in the line in front of him each took their braces. He saw Slick using some kind of flame power to change the color of his bracer, Huh...that's a pretty neat feature Once he received his bracer, Alex wore it on his left forearm and quickly felt it digging in on his skin, "so this is how the whole concept works huh?" Alex said to himself out-loud. He turned and walked towards one of the seats in the class and sat down. So...let's see if I can do the same as him... Alex thought and looked at his bracer for a moment. He closed his eyes and pictured his ability as an aura and focused it on his forearm. Suddenly the bracer turned white and mathematical symbols started appearing on it until everything was covered with said symbols. Alex opened his eyes and took a look at the changes, ...whatever he thought, pressed the button on his MP4 and continued listening to music. Although he didn't need to attend the rest of the lesson, Alex was too lazy to stand up from his seat again...</s> <\|message\|>Eris Phyre Lyndwyrm Eris rushed towards the ball but suddenly felt the effects of magic similar to time dilation, when she felt this she stopped and had her sword appear under the ball and launch it into the air above her before she jumped and slammed the ball over sol's head surrounding I'd with spinning light blades to cut through his wind.</s> <\|message\|>Elza ghost in black Sol grinned, as he thought his opponent had quickly reacted appropriately to the situation, but he wasn't done yet. Just before she launched the orb with those strange swords of hers Sol wrapped the Orb in devastatingly powerful wind currents and hurled it past Eris to the furthest corner of the court. The bubble of slowed time followed the ball catching Eris in it and hopefully stopping her from being able to react fast enough to stop his assault. --- Elza blinked rapidly and looked up startled her shadow already forming itself into a spear and nearly launching itself at Liz before Elza realized that she wasn't under attack and her shadow quickly returned to its original form. "Um sorry didn't see you there, My name is Elza. Everything has been pretty simple so far so my only question is, what kind of classes do we have here?" she said still somewhat surprised by the sudden conversation but her natural curiosity quickly taking over.</s> <\|message\|>Pamela Armellia Cruz Meister, Pamela Armellia and Lynda "Lyn" Hermit Location: Common Room Of course, that look wasn't pleasuring in the very least and it made Cruz think about what kind of tests and experiments she wanted to perform on him. But as he was going to ask, Pamela came forward to interrupt and do a scandal. In her mind, she needed one. "Whoa whoa whoa, hey hey hey, hold on! Performing tests on him? He's not your lab rat! And plus, I don't think that your intentions are good in a single bit!", she said, taking front. "Hey... Pamela? I don't think that you know, but she isn't the kind of person that likes to be disturbed...", he said. But she wasn't going to give attention to him. Not when she was doing something that the paparazzi would come and take photos to publish on the journals. After all, every worldwide diva makes a scandal here and there, so why she wouldn't make one? Lyn sighed. All that scene just proved that Pamela was an idiot and that the level of respect between them was going to be really small. Lynda isn't the kind of person that likes the weak. She just has a friendly acquaintance with Cruz because of who he is. She never saw his power directly, but she had expectations.. "I'm heading to the classroom. You coming, Cruz?", she said. "I guess I'm kinda in trouble here, so I'll go later...", he said. "Hey, no going in class until I take some answers out of this girl!", Pamela butted in. With a face of diappointment, Lyn left the common room towards the classroom, leaving Cruz and Pamela behind.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan recieved his bracer and didn't even flinch when the painful magic was inserted into him. The bracer turned somewhat crimson. His head snapped towards Meruin when he heard experiments. He glided over to Slick, Cruz, and Meruin and barely restrained a grin. "Did someone say, experi– I mean tests! Tests, not experiments. Experiment implies pain." He muttered to himself that last part.</s> <\|message\|>Deus Ira Deus watched as the Bracer was inserted into him. He didn't feel any pain, he began to laugh. He was already used to this kind of pain, but worst. He walked up to Agni seeing as how Cruz and He had arrived at the same time. 'Agni...He really interests me.' He looked at Agni for a long time before he began to speak. "Hello Agni we meet again at last. My name is Deus if you didn't hear me before, the one who had that little skirmish with you yesterday. So how are you doing?" Deus was extremely interested in him, not in the experimental way but the way that he would like to know about him.</s> <\|message\|>Pamela Armellia Agni Blackheart Location: Common Room As he was leaving the common room, a dialogue against his will started. While reading the Word of Hatred, Agni simply moved his eyes looked at the person who was talking to him. The question that Deus asked made Agni know that he wanted to make some kind of friendship or another thing. However, he was just cold as he ever is to answer. "... Why do you even ask? If you are expecting any sweet answer from me, throw those hopes in the trash. I don't believe in the slightest that you care about how I'm feeling and how I am now.", he said, walking towards the exit. But before leaving, he closed the Word of Hatred, looked forward and spoke one last thing. "... You all are liars. More of those people who use masks to hide what they really feel. I don't have reasons to be speaking with people that prefer to fake happiness instead of throwing out the hatred they feel. After all, inside of your tiny little heart... You. Hate. Me.", he said. After that, he opened his grimoire once more and finally left the room.</s> <\|message\|>Deus Ira Deus scratched his head and then put on a serious face. 'Liars huh, that word resembles everyone including you.... Lies are what shapes us, at the end of the day we are just human, nothing else....Our hearts can rot, all that matters is what we believe in..' Deus thought, his thoughts weren't in order more like Disarray, that's why everything he thought was unclear, he didn't even know what he was thinking. 'A dark aura, surrounded by loneliness and hatred...He must have gone through a lot.' He walked around the common room for some time. He noticed Marcus and walked to him. "Hey Marcus, you alright now, that was a pretty good fight out there, all you need is training and you'll master that power if yours, Anyways how are you feeling?"</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy Meruin frowned. "I assure you, whatever my intent, what I have planned may benefit the both of us," she stated. She gave a questioning look to Cruz. "I'm afraid she's an unfamiliar face to me, Mr. Cruz. Is she yours, or is she playing a joke on you too?" She was referring to her interaction earlier with Sol and Cornelia, but of course, neither of them knew that. "And yes, Ryan. I offered to preform a few . . . tests for Mr. Cruz, not on. I'm quite generous, aren't I?" said Meruin in an awkward attempt to make her offer seem better.</s> <\|message\|>Pamela Armellia @floodtalon Cruz Meister and Pamela Armellia Location: Common Room Cruz looked at Pamela and looked back at Meruin. "Uhh... how am I supposed to answer that? Let's see... well, she's just a firend I met here in the academy.", he said. Inside her own space, Pamela was heartbroken for hearing that, but she still stood up for him. "A-Anyway, you totally changed the phrase! Now you said for, when in a moment ago you said on! And what's this about benefit both of you?! I don't see ANY benefit in this thing for him!", she said, angry.</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy "Are you making this difficult on purpose?" stated Meruin bluntly. The girl was starting to get on her nerves, mostly because she was very loud. "This is a matter between me and Mr. Cruz, if you want to get involved, I will not stop you, but kindly have the sense of grace to at least be polite and tone down your volume, otherwise I will disregard everything you have to say."</s>	<\|message\|>Elizabeth Moon. Liz for short Liz chuckled and took a seat on the floor in the corner beside her "What kind of classes, well I guess its split into 3 main types. Fitness classes like gym and such, Magic classes to help us refine our magic skills and finally academic classes like math and other languages." She paused "However, you don't really have to go to all of them just enough. For example someone like Meruin over there might not go to the fitness classes as much but makes up for it with going to the other two types where as I would likely skip basic classes and just focus on fitness and magic." Liz finally explained "Does that make sense?"</s>
<\|description\|>Elizabeth Moon. Liz for short @JELDare Photo: Age: 19 Gender: Female Abilities: Able to transform her body into a body of water. In this form she can control bodies of water without spells at all and at faster speed then most specialized water mages. This mastery of the water element does have some weaknesses. She can not control any magic until she turns into her water form which requires a chant for focus. In her water form she is also weak to certain elements like ice and lightning in exchange for a large resistance to physical attackers. How you could work in a team: A mix of most elements in a team. In her water form she can use water both offensively in the form of whips and concentrated water blasts and defensively by creating high pressure water barriers that would slash flesh which would make contact with it. Liz can also be a decent front line defensive against physical attackers who can do little damage but would not be able to take this role against element attackers. Personality: Cheerful and outgoing most of the time, Liz tries to talk and get along with everyone she meets though has given up with some people or those who have upset people she cares about. She is also quite hard working on her magic training trying to work on her water control most of the time. History: Grew up on a small isolated island somewhere out in the ocean, she never reveals quite where when people asks. The people on the island saw how Liz had at a young age had a strong connection to magic, back then she could use all the main elements of magic though she was always strongest at water. Though one day something changed when the village did something to her permanently sealing away all other elemental magic apart from water and giving her the new form she can enter. There is more to it but I don't want to go into it right now. Other: Shes left handed and loves chocolate.</s> <\|message\|>Elza Elza blinked rapidly and looked around curiously, random teleportation okay then. "I guess that means we've started. Guess we should find someone to beat up, I can cloak us in darkness, then if we stick to the shadow's we'll be invisible." Elza offered while readying her scythe. She had to admit she was somewhat excited for this.</s> <\|message\|>Slick Sloth Zairos III "Allow me to help you Eris. I can tank magic damage with my scales, but I'm not a amazing in combat, so I couldn't be upfront."</s> <\|message\|>Charlie M-Oni Charlie watches them "what would you like me to do?.. like I said I can do any role thanks to my summoning power" he says "though I need to know what because the strongest equipment I can summon normally takes a lot out of me for a little bit, so best know what I need to do so I can bring it out before" he states, looking between his team mates.</s> <\|message\|>Slick Sloth Zairos III @The ghost in black@Vec Slick looked around, they were at the lowest point on the island, therefore the most vulnerable. "Guys, we should make a base, or at least somewhere. Otherwise, we're gonna be picked off easily."</s> <\|message\|>Lucy Hart Tony raised an eyebrow, "none? Absolutely none? I mean, by defensive spells are great, but what you're saying is that we're untouchable? If your defensive spells are that strong then let Lucy, Ryan, and I do the attacking while you make sure nothing hits us. Lucy can disappear, and not only disappear, but become untraceable. That means she can go spy on other teams for us or sabotage them. Who do you think is going to be the most dangerous team for us? Marcus' or Slick's?" Tony slashed the air and commanded, "apertus!" This made a small pocket of space open up for him and he reached in and pulled out his spellbook. He put his hand on Lucy's shoulder and began chanting. A magic circle appeared under both of them. "Since everyone here has very destructive powers, I gave you a temporary physical buff. You'll be a lot faster, stronger, and more durable than normal." Lucy nodded, making a fist, then she grinned. "Sweet."</s> <\|message\|>Pamela Armellia Cruz Meister, Pamela Armellia and Lynda "Lyn" Hermit Location: Town Center After being teleported, Cruz looked around while doing his analysis with his power. "Oho, now that's something. What are you doing now?", Lyn asked to him. "I'm analyzing our surroundings. By now, all that I can say is that the teams aren't so far from each other.", he said, still analyzing everything. "Oooh, that's not good! Is the team with that girl that wants to test you near us?", Pamela asked, worried. "Call it as luck as you want, but they aren't so near. Yet they aren't so far.", he said. --- Agni Blackheart Location: Town Center The teleportation was fast. As the process ended, Agni finally released his arm off from Elza's grip. After that, he walked towards a direction. "... I don't know what you'll be doing, but I'm going after someone. I aim him since the teams were formed. If any of you touch him, I'll bring you down to hell and I don't care if you're from my team or not.", he said. After that, he walked towards a direction. Agni wanted to bring Cruz down with his own hands and he wasn't going to let anyone get in his way.</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy @floodtalon Meruin frowned. "Oh, wait, there is a small problem. The spell that prevents any attacks from being effective also affects us, me included. So long as I use it, when I mean no one can attack, I mean that quite literally." The small mage closed her eyes and looked about. She extended her conscioussness to everywhere around them. It was the start of the match and luckyily, no one had thought to conceal themselves yet, so she could sense their energies easily. Now, let's see if she can't make anyone squirm for a bit . . . "Tony, Ryan and . . . Lucy, correct? I feel like I want to make things a little more interesting for everyone," said Meruin, the equivalent of a devilish smirk on her otherwise unexpressive face. "Guard me, just in case anyone approaches." Meruin began chanting. ---- NUMBER OF POSTS UNTIL SPELL GOES OFF: 23 - @MagusDream @JELDare @olcharlieboi @Eklispe @The ghost in black@Vec @Slendy@BranchOfSin @ScorpionLantern @Shikaru @Dash375</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan smiled as he felt power flow through him. "I suggest we just walk. It's highly likely that someone will come to us, so let's dictate the battlefield. If we want to go on the offensive we should go after Marcus and his team. He will be more annoying to go fight, so why not get him out of the way first?" Ryan suggested with a shrug. He then thought for another moment. "If we really wanted to we could just have Meruin use the equivalent of a magical nuke though. That would be a lot simpler."</s> <\|message\|>Slick Sloth Zairos III Slick felt the change in the wind. "Something's happened, there's a magic distill in the air."</s> <\|message\|>Tony Hart Tony and Lucy took a defensive position on either side of Meruin. Well actually, people would only be able to see or sense Tony, Lucy was completely erased from the world. A appeared under Tony, he crossed his arms. "So what is it then? Are we attacking or defending? If his team comes to us I can deal with the rest of them while you take out Marcus." @TheHangedMan</s> <\|message\|>Charlie M-Oni Charlie looks to slick ".....hm.. alright" he opens his palm as four rings appear in it "each take a ring" he says "... these will help protect against anything that might be non-phyiscal magic.. which Is probably what's in the air" he states. @JELDare @Vec @The ghost in black</s> <\|message\|>Deus Ira Deus Deus put up a grin. It seemed that Meruin was about to activate a Major Spell. He put his hand on Marcus, then lastly and definitely least, Cornelia. "I just gave you guys the Abilty to Manipulate Wind, this will make you extremely fast and of course allow you to control Wind at it's fullest." Deus began to chant Latin words as a small black hole appeared in both of his hands. "Can yoy guys cover me, meanwhile I attempt to activate an Ability to stop whatever it is that Meruin is chanting?" Deus asked. Cornelia Cornelia felt power course through her body as Deus implanted the ability to control Wind into her. She felt faster, and that was saying alot. Her Enhanced Speed plus the Wind buff would make her extremely fast. "Fine, Dear Brother, I shall defend you for now, I'll kill you later." Cornelia said as transparent wires began to emerge from inside her body, at the end of the wires there were Knives attached.</s> <\|message\|>Slick Sloth Zairos III "Thanks Charlie" Slick said grabbing and putting on a ring. "Now which way do we head?"</s> <\|message\|>Alexander Faulkner Alex agreed with Slick, but not because he thought they would be picked off easily by the other teams. "Well, the other teams, if they are competent at all, will have already started moving. Us sitting here, chatting won't help us in winning this" he told the others. "What's mo-" he was cut off by the sudden increase in the magnitude of the electromagnetic field surrounding the island. He shot a glance at the others and they seemed to have also noticed this change in the air. Then Charlie suddenly summoned four rings, keeping one for himself and distributing the rest to the other three. "Judging by the magnitude, there are few people enrolled in the academy that could cast such a spell. I'd say it was probably Arcadios or Meruin. If its the latter then are you sure these rings will be enough to protect us from her attack, presuming it is an attack that is and not something else entirely..."</s> <\|message\|>Eris Phyre Lyndwyrm @Vec@JELDare "Thanks" Eris said as she took the ring and slipped it on then brought up a shield of light "ok me and you will be the vanguard while Charlie and Alex play defence I'll take care of physical attacks if that is fine with you guys" she said before she jumped up on a roof to survey the area dousing her presence while she was up there.</s> <\|message\|>Slick Sloth Zairos III Slick smiled, magic tank is want I was made for, he thought. My plan to beat the student council snobs is almost done.</s> <\|message\|>Elizabeth Moon. Liz for short Liz felt a pain when Deus tried to give her wind powers as Euphie and her own body plain out rejected them causing her to fall onto one knee for a second as her body went limb "I thought I told you my body litterally can not do magic." She huffed getting annoyed at now Deus and Marcus but put it aside as she took on her water elemental form "But if you want protection, then a few water barriers should help." She shrugged and formed a sphere of water around Dues before making more each slightly bigger and encompassing the last sphere "Marcus, new girl. Go guard the perimiter, if you encouter someone pull them away from this location or get away safely till Deus is done." Liz ordered becoming more serious now a fight was begining just like her fight with Marcus.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan looked around as he felt several people getting ready. " We defend. If Marcus comes after us then I shall annihilate him." Ryan began floating in the air as water fell off of him and crept towards the trees. It began forming a net in between all the trees and started to freeze into ultra durable ice. "Lucy, if you could could you begin patrolling the area 200 meters around us? I would greatly appreciate a quick report when you see an enemy team coming." Ryan continued to float as the water stopped coming off of him and he instead began erecting barriers of earth around Meruin and in various other spots so he could bluff people.</s> <\|message\|>Marcus Gracy "Hmmmmm protect or Fight..... Liz can I please fight! I promise to go straight after Meruin." He begged and pleaded. "Please I'll owe you another one if you let me." Marcus could wait. A full out rumble of brains and bronze. Hopefully nothing comes back in bites him in the ass during one of his battles. But telling from what happened to Marcus in the last fight he had, he won't be having a happy ending this time.</s> <\|message\|>Lucy Hart Lucy took off, not that anyone could notice. She noticed one girl on a roof, and the groups were still talking. No one had started fighting yet. She got the feeling that they were all coming for their team for some reason. Lucy also saw those rings, she told herself to remember that, it was probably important.</s> <\|message\|>Deus Ira Deus Deus sighed. What was the point of activating his ability, if he didn't even know what she was going to do. He deactivated the black holes, and sat down. Fire, and Water began to emerge from Deus's body. In a second's notice the Fire covered his whole body, just like a Human Torch. The water enveloped his feet and fists. His eyes became as Red as the red moon. He looked at Liz. "Liz! Release the barriers please." Deus said. Cornelia Cornelia began running forward, seeing as how Deus wouldn't need anymore help. She didn't plan on giving him help. She lunged at Liz, knowing that she was on her team. She wanted to piss Deus off more. Being careful, seeing as how must things would have just gone through her, she Summoned a lighting rod, using her Subjective Reality ability: Omnificence. As she struck her she quickly retreated. Seeing as how this was a battle, she guessed that injuries would be counted as an accident.</s> <\|message\|>Elza Elza walked backwards alongside Agni keeping up the conversation, "That seems kind of silly, besides I don't even think you know how to get to Hell. No one i've meet does anyway." she said and then began thinking about it a little harder, "Hmmmm, I wonder if theres like a map or something..." Elza said letting the sentence trail off as she put some actul thought into while she walked alongside Agni. --- @xXSINXx Sol warped the room closed and looked towards town suspicously, some serious magic was being preped, it felt suspicously.... Meruiny. He walked into the school and was about to walk out when he noticed two poeple standing around akwardly talking, he called out, "Hey, feels like there's going to a pretty sweet lightshow in town in not to much longer, care to come up with me?" he asked the two standing right before the stairway to the top of the building.</s>	<\|message\|>Elizabeth Moon. Liz for short Liz nodded "Sure thing De..GAAAH" She shouted out in pain as the electrcity ran through her water body shocking to her very soul, destroying her water body without any quick signs of it reforming which could possibly be inferred that the blow had killed her off unable to reform a body anymore. Though just like Liz was trying to do before she was attacked the barriers all fell down leaving Deus able to do his attack now.</s>
<\|description\|>Elizabeth Moon. Liz for short @JELDare Photo: Age: 19 Gender: Female Abilities: Able to transform her body into a body of water. In this form she can control bodies of water without spells at all and at faster speed then most specialized water mages. This mastery of the water element does have some weaknesses. She can not control any magic until she turns into her water form which requires a chant for focus. In her water form she is also weak to certain elements like ice and lightning in exchange for a large resistance to physical attackers. How you could work in a team: A mix of most elements in a team. In her water form she can use water both offensively in the form of whips and concentrated water blasts and defensively by creating high pressure water barriers that would slash flesh which would make contact with it. Liz can also be a decent front line defensive against physical attackers who can do little damage but would not be able to take this role against element attackers. Personality: Cheerful and outgoing most of the time, Liz tries to talk and get along with everyone she meets though has given up with some people or those who have upset people she cares about. She is also quite hard working on her magic training trying to work on her water control most of the time. History: Grew up on a small isolated island somewhere out in the ocean, she never reveals quite where when people asks. The people on the island saw how Liz had at a young age had a strong connection to magic, back then she could use all the main elements of magic though she was always strongest at water. Though one day something changed when the village did something to her permanently sealing away all other elemental magic apart from water and giving her the new form she can enter. There is more to it but I don't want to go into it right now. Other: Shes left handed and loves chocolate.</s> <\|message\|>Elza Elza looked around worriedly, it seemed that things were escalating exponentially. She had been storing power until she suddenly felt her hold on her magic vanish. She frowned and quickly moved through town until she was standing on one of the tallest buildings for a vantage point. It seemed far to much was going on right now, she would wait until the time was right to pick somebody off, after all there was no point in joining the chaos just to waste energy.</s> <\|message\|>Arcadius 'Magi' Innocenti When Agni and the Cerebus dissapeared Arcadius re-summoned his Grimore. He needed to take out as many of these mirror images of Meruin as possible. Before he could do anything major he'd need to re-gain some of his strength. Flipping through the arcanic pages he found the spell he needed to do so. "Restore: Drink of the Heavens!" He shouted, a medium sized glass container appeared full of blue-ish green liquid. It tasted like shit but it alleviated any and all mental fatigue with a few sips. He grasped it in his hand and drunk part of it down, he stored the rest in a pouch in his robe. Now, to take out a few of those mirror images. He flipped through the pages once more, having memorized over half of the Grimore all he needed to do was find the page. "Two-Sided Coin. Eliminate false truths, reveal the truth!" His eyes shone brightly for a few moments, he rose his staff up above his head and brought the bottom of it down with full force causing an indention and the ground to crack around it. This would not only destroy a few of the mirror images, it would also mess with any trap or illusionary magic in a decent radius of him. The ground around him began cracking, the cracks arcing out. Light shining from them, this was no normal light. This light would seek out traps and hidden things in it's area, anything not meant to be there or that was false it would destroy or damage. The light shone high into the sky, enveloping three of the mirror images and growing near two more. Once the spell was complete a few of the seemingly mindless mirror images would be destroyed. Posts 'Till Spell Goes Boom: 3</s> <\|message\|>Slick Sloth Zairos III "Eris." Slick had just seen Eris, since there was a pillar there before. "I can feel a new is magic being aimed. Ito find a safe place and hide, I'll explain later." @The ghost in black @Zetsuko</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy The clones continued chanting. To call them 'clones' however was not doing justice to what they really were. It woule be more accurate to call them 'lesser Meruins' - they were not false, and their very existance managed to trick the world. By the definition of reality, they were definitely 'real'. If they were fakes, then none of them would have the ability to cast a spell. Meruin stared at the giant wave of nullification coming at her. She glanced at Ryan and Deus, hoping that Ryan would be able to take care of himself. Meruin promptly swapped places with one of her clones, which summoned another clone. Initially, the two of them were preparing a spell, however, upon seeing the situation, Meruin had changed their instructions: she overloaded their spells, causing a respectable explosion near Dues. @Slendy @DaDrummer676 Meruin paused. Suddenly, all the spells of her clones were disabled, and her swords shook before shattering. She looked at a falling Ryan from a distance and her eyes narrowed. She knew logically speaking that none of them would be hurt after this but . . . for some reason, she was now feeling incredibly annoyed. For a second, she even briefly considered using her Grimoire, but then dismissed the idea. There was no need to get serious just for this. She flew back towards Marcus and Ryan at a slow speed, and chanted a spell which caused a platform of wind to catch Ryan. "Tony, Lucy!" she shouted. "If you can hear me, I will leave you two to deal with the others. Leave these two to me." For now, Meruin would ignore everyone else. There was no need to get serious in this match but . . . she would have to be strict with these two. The others, she will deal with in due time. Eventually, she faced both Deus and Marcus again. She stared at the both of them; Deus covered in a Negative Aura, Marcus with his darkened eyes and her expression went cold. Just like that boy, James Hunter from last year, they had crossed certain lines that she would rather they not. She only had one word to describe the two of them . . . "Pathetic"</s> <\|message\|>Elizabeth Moon. Liz for short "Well, I cant quite let you talk about my team like that now can I?" Liz's voice appeared around Meruin as she formed a new body to stand behind Meruin "Hey~ Seems you are quite popular and for good reason. Sorry but my teams going to probably all take you down now." She shrugged "I hate to admit it but I have been looking forward to dance with you for over 10 years as you are someone I have to overcome to beat Chase." Liz gave a grin switching her mind into combat mode now as she could not afford to take Meruin lightly as she started be creating multiple water clones to attack Meruin with a barrage of water blades.</s> <\|message\|>Deus Ira Deus got blown away by the explosion, but not before he heard what Meruin had said to the both of them. "Pathetic". This infuriated Deus, he had been called pathetic his whole life, by his father Merlinus and His mother. He hated that word, it made him feel useless, that he couldn't save anyone, a tear was shed. The explosion blew Deus away, but not before he used Aura Constructs to enhance his Aura and make it as strong as Tungsten Carbide. He began to walk towards Meruin slowly. "Pathetic? You think this is pathetic. How should you know what Pathetic is Princess? I don't see you came from a familiy where the only way to survive was to use this power you call Pathetic... You had a master to teach you the difference between right and wrong am I right? Well I didn't have one, I killed him! Do you know how that was for me?! You have no right to call me Pathetic!" Deus's power was growing exponentially. He ordered Leviathan and Beelzebub to attack her, as A tiny Magic Circle glowing white with the insignia of Merlin began to grow in size on top of Deus head. "I am tired, sick and Tired of people calling me Pathetic without even knowing how my life was!" Deus was now completely overtaken by the Darkness, it would be difficult to stop him now. Nothing he said made sense, he was Saddened and Angered. But, he let out a soft voice. 'Please....Save...me..' No one ever saved Deus before, he wanted to be saved from the wretched pit of Tartarus.</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy @Dash375 @Slendy Meruin clicked her tongue. Liz was going to be a problem, especially if she brought out Euphie. Just Deus or Marcus was already a tall order, but the arrival of their third member made things exponentially more difficult. As soon as the Liz attacked, Meruin responded. Drawing a rune in the air, several bolts of lightning came down. There were three for every clone, and the heat from them flash-fried them. The small mage went a few spaces backwards. Normally, she would creat barriers at this point, but with Marcus around, that would be useless. As the Leviathan and Beelzebub attacked her, two small magic books appeared in the space in front of Meruin. They opened up in front of them and they rammed into the books, which closed in on them, attempting to suck them in and seal them. Meruin glanced at Marcus. He was building up a lot of power. Meruin was taken aback as Marcus spoke, raving about his life. She was even more so upon seeing the tear run down his face. Killing his Master . . . . ? Not even in a million years could Meruin imagine doing the same to her own. But . . . none of that matters, does it? "Your experiences make up who you are, that is true. Your situation, it's worse than mine. It's infinitely worse than mine, in fact, but I can relate to you, believe me, I can . . ." said Meruin softly, "however no knows about your life, no one cares about your life until you let them. There are no signs that tell us what you've lived through, so how are they suppose to judge you? They see how you are now, and that is what matters! "What do you think I am seeing right now Deus? I will tell you: Marcus, who has given up himself for power, and you, who is willingly let his power control him, instead of the other way around! What else am I suppose to call this scene other than pathetic!?" The small mage rarely raised her voice, but she made an exception for the man in front of her. "A battle of spells against a shadow of a person is not worth my time, so get this pathetic thing in front of me out of the way and bring out the true Deus!" With that final declaration, Meruin's mind worked rapidly as she considered her next move in the few seconds of thought she was alloted. 'Three people: Water, Negation, Darkness. Liz, Marcus, Deus. Under what part of the Four Aeons did they fall under respectively? Creation, Void and Void again. I can counter Liz's Creation with Destrcution, but how can I bring Existence to my side to counter a double Void? Something they can't devour, something too big for them. Spells, concepts, what concept is permanent enough? A large Existence concept. No, a counter concept? Against Deus, yes, but how about Marcus? What can - yes, contradictory concepts, that would be perfect. Meruin drew into the air, and several barriers and shields formed, and drew several runes on herself as well. Meanwhile, she was chanting a spell - one of her favorites, and one of the first spells Master Reina taught her.</s> <\|message\|>Pamela Armellia Cruz Meister, Pamela Armellia and Lynda "Lyn" Hermit Location: Town Center Grounds @The ghost in black They were far from the othera, hiding in back of a building. The 3 were left a little renderless after Arcadius left. "I think we're safe... for now.", he said. "This is getting us nowhere. From time to time, se have to evade countless amount of shit going through. What was supposed to be a fight became a hell of a war.", Lyn said. "The air... it's really hot... I'm really tired thanks to it...", Pamela said. Cruz knew that both were right. He looked around and saw Slick and Eris. He noticed that hands were going at them. "Look, right there. Slick and that girl are really cornered.", he said. "Should we help them?", Pamela asked. "Let's wait a little more. If things get drastic, we jump.", Lyn commented. Both nodded to her and then they kept watching.</s> <\|message\|>Deus Ira Deus began to emanate an Evil Aura that if taken lightly, you could be consumed by it. A Dark Flame and A Purple Flame appeared in each of Deus's hands. The Flames were the purgatory flames of Hell, able to burn anything. He began to shoot a barrage of the flames at Meruin. "Shut Up, Shut Up, Shut Up! I don't wanna hear it anymore! Me, Pathetic..Ha..Hahaha!" Deus stopped attacking, his soul had been almost completely taken over. He looked at Meruin, with his eyes filled with nothing but Darkness. "Hello There Mage, I don't believe we have met before. My name is Lucificus, I have been Imprisoned in this Boy's body for eternity, all because of that Dammed Merlin! It all began the day this wretched boy was born." Lucificus looked at his surroundings, A boy consumed by Darkness, A girl with outstanding Magic Control and another girl that appeared to be a water elemental. The white magic circle grew bigger, and began to envelop Deus (Lucificus), and binded him in place. "Damm Merlin, Even dead he continues to pester me...I'll see you all soon..." The white Magic Circle disappeared, along with Lucificus and the Dark Aura surrounding Deus. Deus began to free fall from the sky.</s>	<\|message\|>Elizabeth Moon. Liz for short Liz watched Meruin talk as she easily got rid of her clones and was obviously pondering a new way to beat all three of them "Heh, if you think you know everything about me now Meruin you forget I had 10 years myself to try and get myself stronger. I can almost read your mind on this one, to beat me you plan to use the same Arcana Chase uses, destruction!" A smirk came on the girls face as it transitioned from water back to her normal solid body. She took off her jacket she had kept on the whole time during her fights so far revealing the water seal she had 10 years ago and now 3 new seals could be seen on her back "Terra that holds this planet together grant me your strength!" Liz shouted and the blue water seal turned grey like the other 3 seals on her back and instead the seal on her right shoulder turned from grey to an orange colour. Quickly her body started to transform but unlike normally where it would turn to water it instead turned to a body made of rocks "Get it?" She spoke her voice not matching her now earth body at all "I will just keep swapping if you try and counter me with a specific arcana!" Liz shouted and summoned a large amount of rocks from the ground and threw them at Meruin not showing any mercy while at the same time sending a platform to catch Deus and lower him to the ground.</s>
<\|description\|>Elizabeth Moon. Liz for short @JELDare Photo: Age: 19 Gender: Female Abilities: Able to transform her body into a body of water. In this form she can control bodies of water without spells at all and at faster speed then most specialized water mages. This mastery of the water element does have some weaknesses. She can not control any magic until she turns into her water form which requires a chant for focus. In her water form she is also weak to certain elements like ice and lightning in exchange for a large resistance to physical attackers. How you could work in a team: A mix of most elements in a team. In her water form she can use water both offensively in the form of whips and concentrated water blasts and defensively by creating high pressure water barriers that would slash flesh which would make contact with it. Liz can also be a decent front line defensive against physical attackers who can do little damage but would not be able to take this role against element attackers. Personality: Cheerful and outgoing most of the time, Liz tries to talk and get along with everyone she meets though has given up with some people or those who have upset people she cares about. She is also quite hard working on her magic training trying to work on her water control most of the time. History: Grew up on a small isolated island somewhere out in the ocean, she never reveals quite where when people asks. The people on the island saw how Liz had at a young age had a strong connection to magic, back then she could use all the main elements of magic though she was always strongest at water. Though one day something changed when the village did something to her permanently sealing away all other elemental magic apart from water and giving her the new form she can enter. There is more to it but I don't want to go into it right now. Other: Shes left handed and loves chocolate.</s> <\|message\|>Deus Ira Deus began to emanate an Evil Aura that if taken lightly, you could be consumed by it. A Dark Flame and A Purple Flame appeared in each of Deus's hands. The Flames were the purgatory flames of Hell, able to burn anything. He began to shoot a barrage of the flames at Meruin. "Shut Up, Shut Up, Shut Up! I don't wanna hear it anymore! Me, Pathetic..Ha..Hahaha!" Deus stopped attacking, his soul had been almost completely taken over. He looked at Meruin, with his eyes filled with nothing but Darkness. "Hello There Mage, I don't believe we have met before. My name is Lucificus, I have been Imprisoned in this Boy's body for eternity, all because of that Dammed Merlin! It all began the day this wretched boy was born." Lucificus looked at his surroundings, A boy consumed by Darkness, A girl with outstanding Magic Control and another girl that appeared to be a water elemental. The white magic circle grew bigger, and began to envelop Deus (Lucificus), and binded him in place. "Damm Merlin, Even dead he continues to pester me...I'll see you all soon..." The white Magic Circle disappeared, along with Lucificus and the Dark Aura surrounding Deus. Deus began to free fall from the sky.</s> <\|message\|>Elizabeth Moon. Liz for short Liz watched Meruin talk as she easily got rid of her clones and was obviously pondering a new way to beat all three of them "Heh, if you think you know everything about me now Meruin you forget I had 10 years myself to try and get myself stronger. I can almost read your mind on this one, to beat me you plan to use the same Arcana Chase uses, destruction!" A smirk came on the girls face as it transitioned from water back to her normal solid body. She took off her jacket she had kept on the whole time during her fights so far revealing the water seal she had 10 years ago and now 3 new seals could be seen on her back "Terra that holds this planet together grant me your strength!" Liz shouted and the blue water seal turned grey like the other 3 seals on her back and instead the seal on her right shoulder turned from grey to an orange colour. Quickly her body started to transform but unlike normally where it would turn to water it instead turned to a body made of rocks "Get it?" She spoke her voice not matching her now earth body at all "I will just keep swapping if you try and counter me with a specific arcana!" Liz shouted and summoned a large amount of rocks from the ground and threw them at Meruin not showing any mercy while at the same time sending a platform to catch Deus and lower him to the ground.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan landed on the platform of air and sighed. "I must end this. This has gone too far. Grimoire Deactivate." Ryan deactivated The Fool as he looked up in the sky. He flashed his aura and saw it was mostly fine. He got up and created a platform of water. Deus landed on it and it quickly enveloped him. "Drown." He increased the water pressure in the bubble in an attempt to kill him. observed Liz and shook his head. He created more water bubbles and shot Liz with them. If they hit they would freeze and start expanding. then looked at Meruin. "Meruin, we need to end this. Everyone is going out of control, and I opened up the Gates of Hell for a bit. If this continues, we may scar our souls." Soul scarring was one of the worst possibilities for any mage. If a soul was scarred then their power would be crippled forever, even in death.</s> <\|message\|>Marcus Gracy "Meruin." Marcus looked at the young girl. "At some point you'll be weakened to a level you thought to be impossible. In the end you'll have to die or choose a path that you regret taking in the future." He pointed his index finger at Meruin. Having the same lifeless look in his eyes. "Besides. Don't act like we're different from yourself or anyone else. Everyone has a bad side ,some can compress it, some can't. Not every heart is pure." Marcus took a deep breath as a bunch of wind was sucked into the tip of his finger and was released within seconds. A countless number of wind shot at Meruin as if they were bullets. "....Liz.... move. You're important to me but I'll not reframe from firing upon my oppent to save you. He said although he had already fired the countless number of wind bullets at Meruin.</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy The boulders Liz threw at her got caught in the air by Meruin's barriers, and were promptly shot back at her. Meruin unleashed her spell, which took the form of a sheep that floated around her. She stared in amazement at the seals of Liz. "That's . . . I am impressed Liz," she said, genuinely astonished. "Sealing multiple elementals into yourself? I'll admit that this is the first time I've ever seen something like this! I can see that you've been busy over the years. Don't think that it will make it any less harder for you to defeat me though." She drew more runes in the air, and several bolts of lightning came down at Liz. Rock or water would not suffice for a defense - the rock would burst into pieces while the water would boil into air. Her eyes went wide as a bubble of water appeared around Marcus. "Ryan! He's already unconsious, leave him," she said, "and can you not shut the Gates? The situation is not as urgent as you think. I can do something about this, I just need time." Meruin listened to Marcus as he spoke, and frowned. "It seems that everyone here is bent on making me talk a lot today," she muttered, even as she prepared to respond. The barriers of Meruin held fast as they were bombareded with bullets made of wind. "The one's who can't repress their own evils are, again, pathetic, Marcus," stated Meruin calmly. "Saying you can't is an excuse that the weak make to feel better about themselves, and besides, I make no claims to being pure - I have my own flaws, but what makes different from you is that I can stop myself from being dominated by them." "And Marcus, if ever there comes a time where I should have to choose between death and regret, I would choose death every single time." Meruin brought out another magic book, ripping out a several pages from it that began to glow brightly. "Divine Purification Seals," she intoned. The pages folded themselves and came out looking like paper cranes, which launched themselves at Marcus.</s> <\|message\|>Tony Hart Tony sighed, it seemed as if Meruin had everything under control. The teen sat down on the ground and watched the battle unfold with his chin in his hand. He was a aware that there were other teams but this seemed to be the main fight. Lucy appeared from what seemed out of thin air and sat next to her brother. "We're going to have to train some more aren't we? she asked with a sigh. Tony nodded, "definitely."</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan nodded and left the Gates of Hell open. They continued sucking energy into them while Ryan released Deus. "I hope you have this under control. As of now this situation seems to be going FUBAR." He commented as he checked his power. He was at about half power at this point.</s> <\|message\|>Deus Ira A fuzzy and warm light filles the room. There were two people besides Deus, A man in a black Leather jacket, and another man wearing a white cloak with a cane. This was the crossroads of powers. Deus looked around himself. Once he saw the man in the jacket, which seriously needed to keep up with the "trend", he tool a big leap backwards. "Hello there Deus." Deus stares at the figure with a Blank Stare. "It's about time you told your old son who I am, Isn't Merlin? The other man walked forward and touched Deus's shoulder. "I believe it is Lucificus. Hello Deus, I am Merlin, your father. You may not remember much of me because I put a seal in your memories and powers, After all You were the only one who inherited My Magic after all. This man is Lucificus, an Ancient Demon, and one of the Demon Lords. I sealed him inside of you in hopes of you gaining control over him." "Which He never Will Merlin, Remember even you weren't able to control me, how could this child be able to control me?" "Quiet Lucificus, He won't be able to control you know but soon he will, I've seen his growth, and sooner than you think, he will be far stronger than me." Deus looked around himself again, as a blank stare spread across his face. He attempted to speak but was unable to. Merlin then proceeded to look at Deus. "My child, you have grown into a splendid man with a vivid Imagination, you've got nice friends to, such as that mage, she is powerful...It is nice to see that you are fitting in..One more thing before I leave, You will have to make a choice soon between darkness and light, and I won't be able to help you then...It was nice seeing you son. Come on Lucificus, let us go." "Already, But I want to know about this kid, he's an interesting one, You raised him well Merlin..Alright then let's go." Deus: Town Center Deus awoke to water. Literally he was in a buble of water and was about to pass out if he didn't wake up sooner. He was back to normal and he had his abilities back. He had to be quick on his feet, so he activated Projectile Body, as it was covered by an intense aura. He quickly broke free out of it and began to fly towards Meruin, he needed to tell her something.</s> <\|message\|>Alexander Faulkner ".........Ughhhhhh, why can't i figure out what she used to control those swords.....goddammit..." Alex shouted in frustration. All this time, he had been brainstorming, trying to find a way to disable her spell and completely missed all the chaos that had been ensuing around him, "Huh..What the..." Alex said when he realised that Meruin had completely ignored him and had proceeded to cast another spell, "Great, more Meruins. Just what kind of spell is she trying to cast that would need so many copies of her" Alex thought when suddenly, all of the Meruins dissapeared. Alex shot a glance back at the original Meruin and, surprisingly, the swords hovering above her head had also dissapeared "Oook, well that solves one problem...but now it seems we have another one" He was obviously referring to Marcus and Deus, who had apparently gone crazy. Alex stood up and turned towards his, now seemingly possesed, friends "I'm afraid I'll have to join Meruin on this one. The fact that you two let yourselves be consumed by your own powers speaks for itself. No matter how much one has gone through in their life, no matter if your goal in life is to exact vengence upon those who did you wron, falling into the abyss in exchange for power is the absolute worst thing one could do. You know why? Because you lose all sense of self, everything and everyone around you is an enemy. Then, after you destroy everything, when you come to your senses, you will have nothing. Do you understand what nothing is? Do you want to know what nothing is? I bet you don't, but I will give you a glimpse of it..." and with that there was sudden increase in the electromagnetic force fields around Alex, slowly building at first before circular shockwaves exploded outwards. Black mathematical symbols started appearing, flying around Alex, a strange dim green aura enveloping them. Alex raised his hands, his palms facing Marcus and Deus before bringing them together in front of his chest, as in a meditative position. "Arc of Numeracy: Nihil!" Alex shouted and instantly, Marcus would be stolen from his emotions. Well, stolen is not exactly it, more like, his emotions became nothing. What Alex had just done was to divide his emotions by zero, which in turn made the concept of emotions equal to nothing. What Marcus would feel would be something that could not be explained with mere words. Alex turned his attention to Meruin, "This spell isn't something I can keep for long. Quickly, put him out of his misery" he told her, already the signs of fatigue showing on the form of sweat dripping from his forehead. Maintaining the equation was tiring and Alex hoped for Meruin to be swift.</s>	<\|message\|>Elizabeth Moon. Liz for short Liz dodged the lightning bolts by sinking into the ground with her now earth body and letting the ground instead take the whole barrage before coming up "Eh, I will take you on another time Meruin, it wont be fun unless it is a 1 v 1 for us to settle who has gotten stongest over the 10 years." She turned back to her human form and walked to Tony "You though, lets fight for a while." She pointed and pulled out a knife not swapping to an elemental form yet to see what sort of stuff Tony could do.</s>
<\|description\|>Elizabeth Moon. Liz for short @JELDare Photo: Age: 19 Gender: Female Abilities: Able to transform her body into a body of water. In this form she can control bodies of water without spells at all and at faster speed then most specialized water mages. This mastery of the water element does have some weaknesses. She can not control any magic until she turns into her water form which requires a chant for focus. In her water form she is also weak to certain elements like ice and lightning in exchange for a large resistance to physical attackers. How you could work in a team: A mix of most elements in a team. In her water form she can use water both offensively in the form of whips and concentrated water blasts and defensively by creating high pressure water barriers that would slash flesh which would make contact with it. Liz can also be a decent front line defensive against physical attackers who can do little damage but would not be able to take this role against element attackers. Personality: Cheerful and outgoing most of the time, Liz tries to talk and get along with everyone she meets though has given up with some people or those who have upset people she cares about. She is also quite hard working on her magic training trying to work on her water control most of the time. History: Grew up on a small isolated island somewhere out in the ocean, she never reveals quite where when people asks. The people on the island saw how Liz had at a young age had a strong connection to magic, back then she could use all the main elements of magic though she was always strongest at water. Though one day something changed when the village did something to her permanently sealing away all other elemental magic apart from water and giving her the new form she can enter. There is more to it but I don't want to go into it right now. Other: Shes left handed and loves chocolate.</s> <\|message\|>Sol Sol eyebrows twitched irritably and he adjusted his swords. "Fun as your demonstration was are you actually going to end up teaching anything?" He had taken this class in the hope of perhaps learning something helpful but it looked like this idiot was just going to show off the whole time. Sol yawned pointedly, "Though by all means if you want to keep randomly abusing your students carry on." he said somewhat provocatively watching Marcus through one narrowed eye.</s> <\|message\|>Deus Ira Deus sighed at Meruin's unsightly appearance but was relieved when Elza put "clothes" on her. Deus looked at the transmutation circle in his hand, thinking about the Philosophers Stone. He was interested in it extremly. He waved good bye to every body and began to walk outside towards the Track and Field. Deus touched the grass remembering the Fight between him, Marcus and Tony. He knew that those two were getting stronger, he also needed to get stronger. At the rate Deus was going he was about to hit a wall. "Memories....Well time to get to work.." Deus' transmutation circle began to glow. "Ha....Golem Creation: Earth Golem!" Suddenly, a Giant Golem began to grow out of the ground. This Golem began to grow taller than the school. "Come On, Come On! Just a little bit more!" As the Golem increased in Size, Deus began to get weary and once he reached his limit, The Golem was destroyed making the huge chunks of Earth hit the ground, making a loud thud. "Dammitt!!! I still don't have enough power." Deus layed down on the tattered ground. Come on Dad, can't you show me what I'm doing wrong?</s> <\|message\|>Marcus Gracy "Yes I am. I just wanted to deal with the shady characters in this here story." Marcus answered Sol's question. This guy didn't seem like he was a school student. He even looked older than Marcus. "Okay now before I was so rudely interrupted...." Marcus continued looking at Sol. " while I was fighting are volunteers I paid close attention to the movement of the joints." Marcus knew that sounded weird but the students would understand more as the class progressed on. "I'm more of a hands on learning type of teacher so what I say may sound dumb as hell but just go with it students!" Marcus shouted putting a thumb up. It was a little late but Marcus noticed that this suspicious pirate guy (Sol) had swords. Marcus was positive that not everyone attending the class used fist to fight so a demonstration from a person who uses a weapon in close combat would be a good idea. Marcus walked towards Sol and stood right in front of him. "Excuse me pirate man! I know this is out of the blue but can you please demonstrate how you use your swords in a combat situation?"</s> <\|message\|>Sol Sol blinked surprised. Pirate? The only thing this guy had said so far that made sense way that he sounded like an idiot. None the less Marcus had asked a reasonable question. "Well, first off you paying attention to the movment of the joints doesn't matter if hardly anyone can see them," Sol said drawing his swords still irriated by this guy's "teaching" style, "This black sword is pretty cut and dry, hit things with it until they die. This other blade you may notice is rather strangely shaped, it is a sword designed to break other swords. Both the slit in the middle and the notches towards the hilt are designed to catch an opponent's blade and once you do a simple twist of the blade will snap it. Course since this is a magic school I tend to stick to using the black one as a focus." Sol explained putting away the sword-breaker. "Anyway many objects can be helpful for focusing magic through, so for example I can do this." Sol demonstrated by slicing forward and a powerful gust of wind swept forward. "Usually a physical motion can help enhance the power of a spell but it also gives away what you're doing. Strictly in a combat sense ideally a sword is the middle weapon, it doesn't have the power of an axe, the range of a spear, or the speed of a dagger. It simply mixes them into a fashion that allows it to combat any of these; of course the danger in using a sword lies primarily in the fact that if someone gets to close it becomes a hindrance. If you wanted something more practical I'm afraid I'd need someone to spar with." he finished explaining, the last comment towards Marcus</s> <\|message\|>Deus Ira Deus sighed as he appeared in the Gym. Had Marcus honestly not learned anything about people with swords, don't get into fights with them. Deus looked at the Students as it appeared that this was Marcus class, and once he overheard that they were going to have a sparring match he smiled. It had been sometime since he had sparred, he also wanted to see how good Marcus had gotten. Deus scratched his head. "About this Sparring Match, I want in too. Hopefully you haven't been slacking off huh, Marcus?" Deus said as he grabbed the sword from his back, and then proceeded to look at Sol, as he activated his Purple Aura and looked at his Aura, which allowed him to look at his Powers. Ho...Now this one is interesting.. He looked at Sol. "Hey You. What's your name? Mine's Deus."</s> <\|message\|>Sol Interesting, this should be amusing at the very least. "My name is Sol, Marcus I assume you are fine with us doing a little spar correct?" Sol said grinning and pulling out his swordbreaker, while he had no intention of attempting to break his foe's sword it could still be useful for wrecnching it out of his hands and besides, he prefered fighting with both of them. His single eye glinted as he viewed his opponent, yes, this fight should be intresting indeed. @Slendy</s> <\|message\|>Marcus Gracy "I guess I have time for a sparring match." Marcus said unbuttoning his suit and adjusting his clothing to were he could fight in a more relaxed tone. "Stand back students and prepare to witness a remarkable Battle." Marcus stood in a fighting position and closed his eyes. He opened them reviling his now cyan colored eyes. A sphere like gust of wind surrounded him and sprouted put spontaneously covering the whole gym. "Looks like you guys won't be using magic." He smiled knowing the sparring match was now leaning towards him. Since this Sol guy is a new opponent he hoped to catch him of gaurd with his speed and see how he'd coop with it. Marcus stepped forward and appeared directly in Sol's face. "Let the match begin!" He yelled as he threw a medium speed punch aimed for Sol's face. The punch can be dodge but if he decides to not move a powerful gust of wind would be impact his face and probably knock him a few feet back. If the attack was unsuccessful he'd just try his best to quickly go on the defensive.</s> <\|message\|>Deus Ira Deus took a Mental Note of Marcus's Speed. Deus then clapped his hands together and put them on the floor, making a large transmutation circle appear under his hands. Out of the ground he took out a Staff, a silver one. He then clapped his hands again making electricity flow through the staff. This was a different way of using Alchemy, Deus's way. He ran flash stepped towards Sol, he didn't intend to use his sword yet, he wanted to see how good he was. As he was about to hit Sol, Marcus appeared and Deus stepped back. Instead of attacking Sol, he attacked Marcus hitting him with the Electrified Staff. Marcus will either dodge this or resume attacking Sol, which means...</s> <\|message\|>Sol Sol stood there silently viewing his opponents. He had been prepared to deal with Marcus but it looked like the Dues fellow was doing it for him. He opted to simply take step back since they seemed busy dealing with each other, he would deal with threats as they came rather than wasting his energy. The gust of wind flew past him likly impacting into Dues and knocking him back. Sol held himself in a ready stance and waited to see what the next move would be. @BranchOfSin</s> <\|message\|>Elizabeth Moon. Liz for short Liz awoke from her bed. She had been given a single room to herself from this term onwards because of health issues she had started to suffer with. Getting up and getting dressed she headed down to the cafeteria and looked at the food that was on todays menu before taking a small selection and moving to sit on a table on her own away from the other students as she began to eat.</s> <\|message\|>Marcus Gracy Marcus dodge the staff by doing a back flip landing in a hand stand position behind Deus. "Damn it Deus! Marcus shouted while spinning on his hands causing a powerful wind in the shape of a tornado to form. Hopefully Marcus' spinning kick would land a blow on Deus' back. If the attack was successful or not Marcus would land back onto his feet and try to continue his assault on Sol by vanishing and aiming to kick Sol in the head when he reappeared.</s> <\|message\|>Deus Ira Deus smiled at Marcus's action. But he was ashamed that he had not learned to predict his opponents move, for what Deus was about to do, he would need to fix the Gym and Heal the students later. When Marcus had kicked him he made sure to stick the staff to the ground. Deus was sent flying as he took the hit, and once the Electric Field was within range of Sol and Marcus, he activated the Electric Field, making everything inside of it get electrocuted. Deus had never field tested the Technique, but there was a first for everything. This Technique had a 95/10% Accuracy, meaning it was sure to hit anything since. He began to unseath Kusanagi from the Red Cloth. Lets see what happens now, If Marcus negates this then I could use it as a distraction. It all depends on how he percieves Alchemy, whether as Magic or Science. I see it as Science Deus was in one knee, his back got wounded pretty badly.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan looked up as he felt a sudden surge of power. "God damn it Marcus." He looked towards everyone. "I have to deal with this quickly." He dissipated into the wind and reformed above Deus, Marcus, and Sol upside down on the ceiling. 'I'll make sure nobody tries to kill each other.' And so he began to observe and wait for inevitable destruction.</s> <\|message\|>Sol Sol frowned rapidly analyzing the situation. It had gotten out of hard rather quickly and was now threating students, he hadn't expected this. Sol quickly tapped his braclet containing the three of them in a battle cube to prevent damage to bystanders and made his move. It seemed Dues had somehow bypassed Marcus's magic nullifacation while Sol was still limited by it. It seemed incoming lighting was undogdeble in his current state, which left him with little option. Marcus attempted to surpise Sol with his speed but even under the pressure of the situation he was far to fast for an attack on the most mobile part of the body to work. He would've liked to retaliate in a more effective manner but he had to deal with Dues first. A risky manuvear but most likly highly effective, he first ducked under the kick while kicking Marcus's other leg hopefully bringing him to the ground then Sol hurled his sword breaker spinning into the air, the metal hopefully attracting or deflecting most of the lighting strikes that would otherwise strike him. Then Sol threw his pitch-black sword at Dues's chest to ensure that he would stop doing whatever he was doing. @Slendy</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy Meruin floated towards Liz, a tray of her own food floating next to her. She smiled in greeting. "Good morning, Liz. How are you feeling?" She felt a sudden spike of power that was familiar enough to be obvious who it was. "Marcus . . . and Deus . . . and is that Sol? Ryan is there too but . . ." The small mage shook her head. "It should probably not be of any concern."</s>	<\|message\|>Elizabeth Moon. Liz for short Liz turned her head and looked at Meruin who had walked over to her as she started to put away the pills she had been taking "Not bad." The girl spoke putting on a fake smile oblivious of the power going on in the fight outside as she resumed eating her food slowly "Learned anything new?" She asked between bites not wanting to give Meruin the chance to ask the obvious.</s>
<\|description\|>Elizabeth Moon. Liz for short @JELDare Photo: Age: 19 Gender: Female Abilities: Able to transform her body into a body of water. In this form she can control bodies of water without spells at all and at faster speed then most specialized water mages. This mastery of the water element does have some weaknesses. She can not control any magic until she turns into her water form which requires a chant for focus. In her water form she is also weak to certain elements like ice and lightning in exchange for a large resistance to physical attackers. How you could work in a team: A mix of most elements in a team. In her water form she can use water both offensively in the form of whips and concentrated water blasts and defensively by creating high pressure water barriers that would slash flesh which would make contact with it. Liz can also be a decent front line defensive against physical attackers who can do little damage but would not be able to take this role against element attackers. Personality: Cheerful and outgoing most of the time, Liz tries to talk and get along with everyone she meets though has given up with some people or those who have upset people she cares about. She is also quite hard working on her magic training trying to work on her water control most of the time. History: Grew up on a small isolated island somewhere out in the ocean, she never reveals quite where when people asks. The people on the island saw how Liz had at a young age had a strong connection to magic, back then she could use all the main elements of magic though she was always strongest at water. Though one day something changed when the village did something to her permanently sealing away all other elemental magic apart from water and giving her the new form she can enter. There is more to it but I don't want to go into it right now. Other: Shes left handed and loves chocolate.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan burst through the floor as he pulled out his sword. He landed in between Agni and Cruz and grimaced. "I'll repair that later." He took a hand off the sword and pulled out a small pistol from his pocket. No one ever expected him to use non magical weaponry. He began firing and walked forward slowly to try and push Agni out of the room. " You are not going to kill Mr Meister! Boo freaking hoo, you're mother died! Mine did too, grow up and deal with it!" He stopped firing and looked at Cruz. "I do believe your girlfriend will be coming to save you soon. Try not to slow her down." He looked back at Agni. "I heard the whole scenario. Have you stopped to consider that some other Meister somewhere in the world, killed her? Or maybe that when she said Meister, she wasn't talking about her killer?" He threw his gun to the side and he began glowing. "Either way, I don't care. Just walk away."</s> <\|message\|>Marcus Gracy Marcus listened as Sol explained how he uses his swords and applies magical abilities to spots that needed said magic. "Your pretty strong" He said after Sol had finished talking. Marcus' class was sort of an advisory class so it ended not to long after him and Sol's conversation. "So, why doesn't a powerful person like yourself have a rank in the council?" Marcus asked probably mowing the answer. The council has be shady the pass months and Ryan has been more of a disciplinary type of member. The council should disbanned or have a serious meeting about this but that'll be tough. For now Marcus is just gonna stay in the council and see how things play out for the group.</s> <\|message\|>Elizabeth Moon. Liz for short "Some people are not interested in being on the council." Liz responded to Marcus's question out of nowhere as she had finished her food and left the cafeteria to find out where the others were and had found Sol and Marcus so decided to chat with them "By the looks of you two I just missed a chance to spectate a fight, did you win?" She asked either of the boys in front of her.</s> <\|message\|>Sol Sol thought about it briefly. "Never felt the need I suppose. Not that advancing in rank couldn't be fun. If the opportunity comes up I certainly won't pass it by. It has been a bit droll lately." He turned to face Liz. "Indeed, more of a brawl but we were stopped just short of the fun starting by some council member, Ryan, I think, real pity that. Oh well suppose I have to find something else to do." He smiled mischievously, "Or perhaps make something to do." Sol said thoughtfully.</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy Meruin sat in front of a marble table just outside the cafeteria and close to where she and Deus had their conversation. A magic circle was drawn all over the entirety of the table, and glowing slightly. Meruin was opening up a channel over a ley-line to contact Master Reina and Lady Chase. She smiled inwardly. It had been far too long since she had last talked to them. In but a moment, the magic circle on the table flared to life, and two hazy screens floated in the air to Meruin's left and right. "Aah, Meruin, my dear apprentice, it's been awhile since you've contacted me. Is everything going well?" "Gyahaha~! Meruin, so nice of you to call me! Though I see you've also chosen to give Reina a little ring~ So, what is it you need, Little One~?" The new voices came from Meruins right and left respectively. Accompanying them was the live images of two people - a tall, silver haired woman, wore wore simple white long robes, whose hair reached past her heels and flowed across the floor; the other woman was comparatively short in height, and decked almost completely in golden articles of clothing, from the golden ribbons the tied the sides of her shoulder-length hair together in a braid, to the golden silk skirt adorned with designs that seemed to change with every angle. Despite the physical differences between the two, however, what was common between them was the unmistakable and oppressive aura of power that the two of them possessed. Although the people staring at Meruin through the screen were mere projections of women who were so far away, they weren't even in her dimension, the power of their aura reached across space time and flooded through Meruin's spell. Alone, this aura was already terrible to even the most veteran of mages, but together, it was downright suffocating. Meruin, however, was long prepared for this, thus the barriers around her kept her from collapsing like she did so many years ago. The same could not be said for the people around her. Students of all ages and abilities in an area of ten meters suddenly started dropping like flies, caught by surprise by the sudden air of oppressive power. Some were gasping for air, while others had simply passed out from exhaustion. Meruin furrowed her eyebrows. Unless asked, her Master and her masters rival were loathe to keep their aura's under control, and Meruin couldn't project a barrier big enough or strong enough to protect everyone around her. Such thoughts escaped her mind for the time being as she faced the two most important people in her life with a smile. "Greetings, Master Reina, Lady Chase; it has indeed been far too long," she said, bowing at the waist slightly. "I'm in good health, and things are going smoothly for me, however I'm in need of advice over a recent affair . . ."</s> <\|message\|>Sol Sol flinched as he felt a massive surge in power. One that was very famaliar, well two to be precise. "A moment please." he said excusing himself from the conversation and striding purposfully towards the source. Not hard to find at all since it was pratically suffocating from several rooms away. He had devolped a trick for this, although it had many more pratical applications then this. Sol warped the air around him forcing it to remain frozen in time. Thus when he walked into the room with Meruin and her master's the air around him was simply unaffected by thier aruas. Yet. "Pardon me" he said upon entering the room and quickly replicated the magic he had around himself and set it around the portals leaking the oppresive arua freeing the nearby students. "You should really be more careful about that Meruin, you could cause some serious damage if someone isn't expecting it. Hope you didn't mind me evasdropping until your finished?" Sol inquired. Of course the only reason his magic worked was because he wasn't contesting the master's power, he was simply delaying its effect. He was also curious to see just what Meruin had thought so important as to call Chase and Reina for.</s> <\|message\|>Slick Sloth Zairos III Slick began to dig a small hole with his shovel. He then proceeded to dig under the dorm.</s> <\|message\|>Pamela Armellia Cruz Meister, Agni Blackheart and Lynda "Lyn" Hermit Location: Room 102 "Why?! How can you be so blind?! Will you really defend him?!", Agni questioned. Ryan..., Cruz just thought about what Ryan had said back in the disasterous battle. Agni clenched his free fist and and grasped his scythe tightly. "If that's how it's going to be, I'll-", he said. But before he could even move, Agni felt a sharp pain that made him fall. It was a dark magic powered chop that Lyn used on his neck, hitting a nerve. "I hate when guys don't get the message.", she plainly spoke. After that, she helped Cruz to get up and put him on his bed. "Well, at the very least, you're alive. How's the pain going?", she asked. "I'm fine... you don't have to worry that much about me.", he said, looking down.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Alon Ryan let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding. "Well then, how that we're done with this I need to be going. Make sure not to leave him alone again." He passed by Agni and stopped for a moment. "Also, whatever you do with him." Ryan nudged Agni with his foot. " Just don't anything I wouldn't do." Ryan walked out the door. "Also, you have permission to store Mr Cruz in your room if you wish. I don't expect you to stay up all night guarding him." Ryan teleported once he finished that statement he teleported outside. He began his patrol when he saw Slick. "I hope you have a good reason for digging a hole so close to the girls dormitories."</s> <\|message\|>Elizabeth Moon. Liz for short Liz felt pushed back by the sudden aura that was given out and remembered it well, it belonged to the two mages who were Meruin's teacher that she had met at the old school those long years ago. Following Sol to the location she entered the room and saw Meruin talking to the teachers through a phone "Typical, not even here but they throw there presence everywhere" She thought and lead against one of the walls glaring towards the master dressed in gold. Liz did not mind Reina and once considered asking the mage to be her teacher as well but could not stand Chase, a thought shared by the water elemental inside her as well, the dislike was strong enough to make her main goal for continuing to get stronger to beat that master or at least land a blow on her. A thought struck Liz though as she looked at Reina "Meruin when you are done can I speak to Lady Reina alone for 5 minutes or so? I want to consult her on something." (Did a small edit)</s> <\|message\|>Meruin Hazy & @Eklispe Reina nodded. "What is it that you need, Meruin?" Before the small mage could respond, Sol approached her. She nodded as he admonished her. He was right. She was calling them, so it was naturally her responsibility to insure that they didn't cause problems - especially since it wasn't their fault; the two of them didn't know where she would be calling them from, and controlling their aura's was an unneeded hassle for most mages, so it was obvious that they would appear with their aura's fully out. She was calling them from their homes, after all. "You're right, Sol, I'll handle it next time, I promise," she said, admitting her mistake and resolving to improve her barrier-work later today. "And I don't mind you listening. I'm not discussing anything particularly private." Chase and Reina nodded, then turned to Sol. They stared at him for a moment before Reina turned away and Chase grinned. "Oh my~! I remember you! You and that Ryan child were interesting. You've improved as well, almost as much as Meruin~! Truly, Reina's Little One is a prodigious talent!" she said, unashamedly praising Meruin. The small mage in question kept her face straight, though her cheek did redden a little. "Time magic, a very difficult route indeed, most likely impossible for you to harness at its maximum potential, but there is no shame in choosing impossible tasks! Doing as such is how I and Reina are as we are now, after all." It was around this time that Liz entered Meruin's view. She smiled. "Ah, hello, Liz. Apologies for leaving you so suddenly. As you can see, I needed to make a call." Meruin tilted her head at Liz's request. "Well, that's really up to Master Reina," she said, looking at her master. The tall archmage raised a brow as she looked at Liz, looking mildly surprised, then slowly nodded. "It is no problem." In fact, she even looked eager. Speaking of eager . . . "Another familiar face, how very nice to see you again, Liz! My goodness, what have you done to yourself? You look absolutely radiant~!" exclaimed Chase, oblivious to or ignoring Liz's obvious hostility. "How many Elementals have you made a pact with? Your soul looks so stunningly beautiful right now! So colorful and vibrant!"</s>	<\|message\|>Elizabeth Moon. Liz for short Liz bowed her head gratefully when Reina accepted to talk to her in private but became visibly annoyed once again when she heard Chase speak to her, pulling her jacket up to hide the seals on her back she responded "4, water, earth, air and fire all sealed away inside me." The girl explained half annoyed that Chase had realized she had sealed more elemental inside herself since she was planning on using it to surprise her in a future fight. "Why do you remember me anyway? You only met me once 10 years ago and it was hardly a decent fight that we had?" Liz asked semi-curiously.</s>