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<\|description\|>Maria Goethe Age: 15 Gender: Female Appearance: Maria uses a wheelchair to feign the appearance of a paraplegic. She uses her magic to move the wheelchair around. Personality: Maria casts an outward appearance of a cheery, kind girl, always smiling while talking in a bubbly voice. However, beneath this social mask lies a mind broken by years of abuse into a dark and ruthless girl, her empathy withered away and her trust in other people hard to come by, devolving into paranoia when she is stressed. She has a fear of inferiority, and combats this by being driven by her lust for power, her ambition being her escape from the creeping despair that silently clutches her heart. While she keeps a sociable appearance about herself, in truth she doesn't have a lot of friends, and keeps her relationships with other people strictly as business. However, she has started to grow fond of her maid Fantine, and won't tolerate any cases of her mistreatment. Bio: Maria was thrown into an orphanage before she could even remember the faces of her parents, who died shortly after her birth. She was brutally beaten and abused at a regular pace by the personnel there. However, before she was driven to an abyss of despair, she met a boy by the name of Klaus there, who promised to protect her and get them out of the orphanage. In time, she developed feelings for the boy. One night they attempted an escape, but were about to be caught when Maria met an Incubator. Seeing that Klaus was caught, she made her wish and the two of them escaped successfully. Later, Klaus was caught by an anti-MG mob and tortured to death due to his connections to Magical Girls after following Maria. Maria found out about this, and became determined to rule the world and take revenge on the people who took Klaus away from him, by any means possible. Over the following years, Maria managed to worm her way to the position of a lieutenant in the Aurora City Authority through her persuasion skills, guile and political maneuvers, even resorting to underhanded tactics such as backstabbing and using torture to squeeze valuable secrets out of any hapless victim she managed to capture alive. Of course, she doesn't plan on stopping there, either... Her domain includes the territory of a magical girl named Eponine, who has requested her home to be placed under Maria's, and by extension, Aurora's protection and rule and that her sister is given a place of refuge in Maria's HQ. In return, Maria demanded Eponine to swear fealty to her, and that Fantine will serve as her personal maid. Allegiance: Aurora City Authority Theme: A Stranger I Remain Skills: Maria could be said to have a silver tongue, for she is very convincing and manipulative with her words, sprouting seeds of doubt and despair in any heart she can pierce with her angelic voice. She also has a profound knowledge of politics and tactics, and specializes in psychological warfare. Weapons: Maria keeps a small dagger under her dress as a paranoid measure, though due to her status as a Magical Girl, rarely uses it. Other: Maria loves sweet things such as cakes and cookies, and spends a lot of her free time snacking on them. Magical Girl Appearance: Maria keeps her eye-design and creepy demeanour while as a Magical Girl. Her costume also has more shades of dark-green and black. Wish: "I wish to move Klaus away from his fate." Weapons: A scythe with an intricate, flowery design going from the hilt all the way to the blade's end. Can be manipulated to change the position of the blade, making for a surprisingly adaptive weapon despite its unwieldiness. Powers: Telekinesis. Maria may use her magic to control the movement of any object or person in her line of sight, including herself. For example, she can fly through the air, throw and draw distant targets and even freeze people in place. However, she needs to have one of her hands unoccupied and spread open for her to cast the magic from her palm and her fingers for multitasking and subtle movements, making her unable to use this power if her hands are unusable or occupied. Breaking her focus also results in the spell's canceling. She may also perform a Force Choke-like spell on normal humans which Magical Girls are immune to.</s> <\|message\|>Violetta FitzCarraldo. (Veee oh-let-ter, not Vayyy-oh-let-ter. She gets annoyed if you mispronounce it.) The girl in the blue dress clutched at the egg in her hands, feeling it's cold weight in her numb fingers. She felt empty, drained of something far more important then just her soul. Kyuubey was nowhere to be found, having slipped somewhere down a alleyway or up a chute or anywhere that wasn't here. Michelle could feel something on her back. Something cold, and they kept twisting, making singing noises against the gentle breeze. Ice crystals, she was sure of it. She could see them in the corner of her eyes, always moving away when she turned to look at them, and she could see their weird shadows right next to hers, and every time they bumped into a wall they screamed at her in a language no one else seemed to hear. She'd curled into a ball and tried to freeze herself to death, somewhere quiet where nobody else would intervene. Which is why she blanched when she heard the footsteps. First a loud SLAM, like jackboots hitting concrete. Then a rhythm, regular thumps as someone or something walked towards her. They stopped. Michelle turned her neck, trying to ignore the coat of ice coating her cheek. The other girl was tall, almost menacingly so. In the evening light, the harsh shadows and glare got in the way of everything, and all she could make out was shadows and flashes of red and black, and a mouth somewhere high up and fleshing out words. "Who're you?" Michelle opened her mouth, trying to sound out words through a cold and aching jaw. "C-c-cirn-" She began, then stopped. That wasn't her, was it? She'd wished for it, but she hated herself, now. Hated the fever, hated the dress, hated the bow tie, hated having made the stupid pact with the bunnycat, hated hated hated it. Something touched her cheek, and it took a few seconds of burning for her to realize it was a pilot light. "Y'know" the girl said, casually. "If it was anyone else, they probably would've killed you by now. Or have they already?" "I'm Michelle." "Ah, so you can speak." "Mmm." "I assume you contracted pretty recently? Yeah? The wish wasn't everything you wanted it to be?" Michelle just nodded, and a thousand little ice shards over her neck cracked at once, making a Clink-clink sound. "I won't ask you what you wished for. Breach of contract. But I will tell you this is an awful place to die in. there's a turf war going to happen in a few minutes. Girls with guns, and back alley tactics. They'll probably just shoot you and ask questions later. Not that it matters much, since you're already dead." The strange girl crouched down, on her haunches. Her breath fogged up when it passed over Michelle's shoulder. "That's stuff you don't see in the fine print, see? That pretty little egg of yours, it's more then just a trinket. It's the bit of you that's alive and makes you laugh, or cry, and they take it out and give yous some pretty little wings and they think it's fair. But it really doesn't matter, does it, since a dead bird won't fly. You've made your mistake, Michelle. But I think you don't have to make another one. Come with me, and i'll show you something worth living for." Michelle turned, glaring into the sun. And in it, a figure in a pompous hat almost all in shadow, and she nodded. ---- The witch roared, and bit down. It tore open Michelle's chest, tearing up the blue dress and several important-looking sinewy bits. She weakly flailed at a familiar, but the pick found nothing but air. The noise and the fury of the witch's lair swam in and out of focus, The witch, a serpentine draconic woodcut, snarled at something out of her sight, but recoiled in a flash of blinding blue steam as something fought back at it. The figure turned away from the dragon as more women --her comrades-- went at the beast with lightning and mirrors and staves. The girl crouched down, and her face swam into view. From her expression alone, Michelle could gather that she wasn't going to make it. Even as the pain was a mild buzzing sensation in the back of her head, her limbs weren't responding as they should. All she could move was her head. She gasped out something, and let an arm flop at her chest. The girl, in between the tears, grabbed at the red bow and grasped at the knot, pulling at the ice-white gemstone. She took it, and turned away. And for Michelle, everything went dark. --- "Role call, ladies. Did everyone make it out okay? Elaine, that's a nasty gash on your arm, you might want to have that checked out back at base. Catherine, get to Elaine and work your stuff. We're moving out of here as soon as we confirm the seeds, we don't wanna spend any more time then we need to." The voice of command rang out as soon as the witch's lair had spat them back out. Antsy soldiers, Violetta thought, were inefficient soldiers. People needed order in their lives, and she was all too happy to provide that, in the form of a shouty young lady with a massive hat and and even larger ego. "Wait. Where's Chell?" One glance at her squadron, and her heart dropped. The company was one short. And it didn't take a genius to work out what had happened. Even then, amidst the quiet realization, she still had to play the shouty Sargent card. "Well, come on then, it's almost morning. I'm sure you all have comfortable beds in which to mope in, so get a damn move on, already!" They picked up two grief seeds that night. One with a tiny motif of snowflakes dancing around its edge. Violetta grabbed at the tray of fast food and deposited it gently on the table. Then she picked up her phone, and spoke, disinterestedly into the mobile phone. "Hey? Valkyrie squad? This is Violetta." She said, balancing the talk with a small soda. Once upon a time,they'd used codenames and secrets to hide their gang of magical girls. It led to so much confusion and doublechecking they simply dropped the codes and talked normally to confirm they had got it right the first time, and it wasn't like anybody cared about the Valks. She sneaked a fry into her mouth, chewed and swallowed with all the signs of enjoyment, and half-yawned into the receiver "Be on your guard, ladies. It's a good night for something fishy." She cut the communication, and glanced at the screen. Somebody wanted her to go patrol some dark and dirty corner of the city to find a rogue magical girl. Didn't sound like her cup of yerba mate. She and her battalion had already met their quota for today. But she threw aside the unopened burger and stood up to leave, anyway. Whenever there were magical girls fighting, there were impressionable kids ready to contract at a moment's notice and a suspicious plague of disappearing Ferretweasels. And her squad was still one down. She left the shop, and transformed into her fighting clothes. No sense in going unprepared.</s> <\|message\|>Alexandra Hertz It was obvious that Kyubey would have grinned had he been able to do so, or had he felt the sort of emotion that prompted that sort of action. He had chosen her for a reason after all, just like there was a reason behind everything that the Incubators did. Maria would just have to figure out what it was along the way. Kyubey hopped down off the bookshelf, sitting in front of the wheelchair as he watched her with unblinking eyes. It seems to be a magical girl, he said at last, providing some information. Normal humans would find it incredibly difficult to do what they appear to be trying to do. If a Noble is involved though, it is only indirectly, given that you yourself have no knowledge of any illicit magical research. Another seeming mental shrug then. I would provide more help, but they have done quite a bit to hide their activities from our attention. They had just been fortune that the impact of the ongoing experiments, whatever they were trying to do, had been easier to pick up. But it still left no clue as to who was doing it, much less what they were trying to do. --- Lukoshenko's arrival wasn't entirely a surprise beyond the exact time of his arrival, when he did show up. Alexandra had been expecting him, since she insisted on receiving general reports so she could keep up to date on the state of her nation. She would not let herself be overthrown like she had done before, and she would not allow her nation to fall in dire straits. Aurora would be maintained as it had been, if she had any say in it. "Enter," she called, and Lukoshenko would find the door unlocked. that would permit him entrance into the tastefully decorated penthouse, not ostentatious in its display of wealth but rather subtle about it. It exuded power and an aura of strength that was made to either intimidate, or to console, depending on the intentions of the person who entered, and Alexandra was glad that she had found that particular decorator. Kolya would find Alexandra in the living room, relaxing on the couch with a glass resting nearby. Caroline stood in the corner watching him, though there was less suspicion than had he been someone who hadn't proven his loyalty. She was not a permanent fixture at these meetings by far, but it appeared she had nothing else to do at the moment. "So, how fairs our border today," she asked once he came to a rest, having earned her full attention. Relaxed though she might be, she was all business nonetheless.</s>	<\|message\|>Maria Goethe "It's okay Kyubey, you don't need to worry. Leave it to magical girl Maria to save the day!" So he's going to expect me to comb the entire city for some crazy bitches messing around with their magic...as expected of him. Though Nobles aren't directly involved I'll bet my storage of grief seeds that they're secretly backed by one. Now I'll just have to check which one of them would resort to such idiocy. "Let's check the map. That is always a good idea when investigating cities," Maria said as she smiled. She opened up a map file on her computer that she has tampered with herself to show different colors and lines on different parts of the map.</s>
<\|description\|>Maria Goethe Age: 15 Gender: Female Appearance: Maria uses a wheelchair to feign the appearance of a paraplegic. She uses her magic to move the wheelchair around. Personality: Maria casts an outward appearance of a cheery, kind girl, always smiling while talking in a bubbly voice. However, beneath this social mask lies a mind broken by years of abuse into a dark and ruthless girl, her empathy withered away and her trust in other people hard to come by, devolving into paranoia when she is stressed. She has a fear of inferiority, and combats this by being driven by her lust for power, her ambition being her escape from the creeping despair that silently clutches her heart. While she keeps a sociable appearance about herself, in truth she doesn't have a lot of friends, and keeps her relationships with other people strictly as business. However, she has started to grow fond of her maid Fantine, and won't tolerate any cases of her mistreatment. Bio: Maria was thrown into an orphanage before she could even remember the faces of her parents, who died shortly after her birth. She was brutally beaten and abused at a regular pace by the personnel there. However, before she was driven to an abyss of despair, she met a boy by the name of Klaus there, who promised to protect her and get them out of the orphanage. In time, she developed feelings for the boy. One night they attempted an escape, but were about to be caught when Maria met an Incubator. Seeing that Klaus was caught, she made her wish and the two of them escaped successfully. Later, Klaus was caught by an anti-MG mob and tortured to death due to his connections to Magical Girls after following Maria. Maria found out about this, and became determined to rule the world and take revenge on the people who took Klaus away from him, by any means possible. Over the following years, Maria managed to worm her way to the position of a lieutenant in the Aurora City Authority through her persuasion skills, guile and political maneuvers, even resorting to underhanded tactics such as backstabbing and using torture to squeeze valuable secrets out of any hapless victim she managed to capture alive. Of course, she doesn't plan on stopping there, either... Her domain includes the territory of a magical girl named Eponine, who has requested her home to be placed under Maria's, and by extension, Aurora's protection and rule and that her sister is given a place of refuge in Maria's HQ. In return, Maria demanded Eponine to swear fealty to her, and that Fantine will serve as her personal maid. Allegiance: Aurora City Authority Theme: A Stranger I Remain Skills: Maria could be said to have a silver tongue, for she is very convincing and manipulative with her words, sprouting seeds of doubt and despair in any heart she can pierce with her angelic voice. She also has a profound knowledge of politics and tactics, and specializes in psychological warfare. Weapons: Maria keeps a small dagger under her dress as a paranoid measure, though due to her status as a Magical Girl, rarely uses it. Other: Maria loves sweet things such as cakes and cookies, and spends a lot of her free time snacking on them. Magical Girl Appearance: Maria keeps her eye-design and creepy demeanour while as a Magical Girl. Her costume also has more shades of dark-green and black. Wish: "I wish to move Klaus away from his fate." Weapons: A scythe with an intricate, flowery design going from the hilt all the way to the blade's end. Can be manipulated to change the position of the blade, making for a surprisingly adaptive weapon despite its unwieldiness. Powers: Telekinesis. Maria may use her magic to control the movement of any object or person in her line of sight, including herself. For example, she can fly through the air, throw and draw distant targets and even freeze people in place. However, she needs to have one of her hands unoccupied and spread open for her to cast the magic from her palm and her fingers for multitasking and subtle movements, making her unable to use this power if her hands are unusable or occupied. Breaking her focus also results in the spell's canceling. She may also perform a Force Choke-like spell on normal humans which Magical Girls are immune to.</s> <\|message\|>Maria Goethe "No, that's just what I needed!" She said with a smile as bright as the sun. "Thank you Kyubey!" She leaned over to the white creature and attempted to pet it. Figures they would hide in the industrial sector. Dora sure is sloppy for letting this slip by her, that dumb blonde. Well, it's all the more reason for me to rearrange the pecking order once I'm in charge, and she's gonna be demoted to a Squire. I don't have time to deal with it myself, but if I remember correctly, she should be having her patrol right in that section... Maria then signed out of the computer and took out her cellphone. She flipped it open with a much more rigid gesture than you would have assumed by her happy disposition, and picked out a number. She spoke to the phone with calm authority. "Violetta? Yes, this is Maria. I've been informed that there's been sightings of illegal magical research at the industrial sector. Conduct an investigation and apprehend the people behind this activity. Once you're done report back to me."</s> <\|message\|>Eponine Hassane During the conversation, Eponine felt a bit twitchy, ready to activate her force field should Chloe make any sudden moves. It actually flickered on and off a few times, though it wasn't visible. Though Eponine understood what Chloe meant by responsibilities, she felt that being part of a system was actually more liberating; she didn't have to think for herself or make her own decisions. Eponine saw the concept of freedom as a trap, and Chloe as one who was foolish enough to fall for it. Eponine was surprised Chloe would come so easily. "I expected you would," Eponine said, referring to Chloe's decision to stay in her magical girl state, "and I hope you won't mind if I do the same." "Chloe Hartmann? I'll remember it," Eponine said as she pulled her hammer out of the ground and leaned it over her shoulder, as she thought about Chloe's statement about the poor. She considered her own past and how she gained power. She thought about the advantages of being among the anonymous masses, letting fate and the greater powers dictate one's life. How satisfied one would be if one simply accepted their position. And if one was not satisfied, there were methods to follow, there was service to be rendered, in order to rise in the ranks. Outside of the system, nothing was guaranteed, there were no steps to follow, and one was forced to live with one's self and one's own decisions, a thought that terrified Eponine for some reason. Eponine decided to not speak to Chloe. Eponine headed back towards the border where her jeep waited, expecting Chloe to follow. She got on and ordered, "Take us back to Lady Maria's estate."</s> <\|message\|>Yume Fubuki Yume gently touched the grief seed to her soul gem, watching it funnel away the black substance that had tainted the grey-pink color. "Sorry, friend." she thought, blinking back budding tears. "Don't you dare cry." she scolded herself. This is how it always turns out, how it has to be. Without this sacrifice, the world, no, everything, would fall apart. She knew that before she took them on and became their sister in heroics, and she'd promised herself not to let her feelings get in the way of the greater good. But still...she couldn't stop thinking about them. This grief seed in particular had once been the soul gem of a girl very close to her heart, someone who'd trusted and looked up to her. "Why?! Why you too?! I could have helped you, why did you fall into despair?!" she screamed, holding the grief seed painfully tight. "Where are you, you damn rodent. I want to know what happened." Yume hissed, starting to feel her anger fade and be replaced by coldness.</s> <\|message\|>Alice Earhart Before Alice was about set off somewhere, she heard a 'bang' sound nearby. She froze for a moment before checking what the heck it was and where it came from. Alice need not walk far since she saw a large group of girls not long after. Alice quickly hid herself. "Looks like some of the Authority's dogs? Wonder if they are friendly?" Alice chuckled to herself. She decided to read their minds however she only managed to get a vague reading. For some reason, its hard for her to read minds of the magical. "Well, at least I know they are magical girls." It was then there was the ringing of a mobile phone. It was coming from the blonde leading them. Alice tries to get closer quietly to hear the girl talking on the phone. After successfully doing so, its to eavesdrop so as to find out what the Authority were doing here.</s> <\|message\|>Violetta FitzCarraldo. (Veee oh-let-ter, not Vayyy-oh-let-ter. She gets annoyed if you mispronounce it.) Violetta turned the corner, nodding at the unfamilliar girl going about her business, and perked up when she heard her cell phone ringing. She reached into a pocket without breaking her stride, but it took her three guesses and an awkward moment of self-fondling before she found the phone and flipped it open. She thought it was one of her squad of magical minions still stationed somewhere secret. She was wrong. "Violetta?" "Speaking." "Yes, this is Maria." "I'm not gonna ask how you got this number, boss, but imagine I have." "I've been informed that there's been sightings of illegal magical research at the industrial sector." "And this is my problem...How?" "Conduct an investigation and apprehend the people behind this activity." "Is this one of those need-to-know things?" "Once you're done report back to me." "Fiiine." Click. She seemed chirpier then usual, Violetta noted as she dialed another number into her phone. Like someone was listening in on their call, and she had to put on the Charles Xavier poor-pitiful-me impression for just slightly too long. Mmm, Charles Xavier. He was gonna be played by Patrick Stewart before he'd died in one of the first magical girl uprisings in america. Hollywood had been one of the first places to fall. Despite herself, she kinda wished she could've seen that film. Somebody was behind her. She didn't even need to turn round, she could see her in the black reflection on her phone. It was the magical girl from earlier, making some half-assed attempt to sneak behind her. Violetta wasn't going to ruin her fun. She kept marching on, glancing in rear view mirrors and lamp post reflections, constantly keeping her in sight as she cued up another number. "Valkyrie squad? This is Violetta, i'm at the corner of straße Zauber and Doppelzwei, in the industrial district, and we've been called out for some recon work. Vi out."</s>	<\|message\|>Maria Goethe "Roger," the driver answered as the two of them entered inside the jeep, followed by the vehicle speeding off towards Maria's headquarters. --- It didn't take long for a fortress-like object to come into view as the jeep slowed down and stopped before the gates, which were ornate and flowery in design. Once Eponine stepped out of the jeep the guards immediately opened the gates and saluted, not thinking twice about the girl following her as they passed through the gates and into the mansion that the walls surrounded. Maria put down the phone and sighed; she knew that Violetta was part of the law enforcement division, and thus her command could be belayed by the head of the law enforcement department, Alexandra. Other than that, she was one of the few people outside her domain she could trust with discreet matters. She remembered an incident where a cluster of Shadow Compact sympathizers were found and their hideout was burned to the ground along with the rest of them; Violetta was the one who carried out that task with her flamethrower. The sounds of screaming and the stench of burning flesh that day was something she remembers fondly. As she finished reminiscing, she realized that Kyubey, whom she was trying to pet, was gone. She didn't give much thought to the creature's disappearance, it was expected after all, before she heard the sounds of the front door opening and a pair of feet stepping inside, causing Maria to almost jump out of her wheelchair in excitement. "Fantine! Get the dining hall ready for our guests!" She shouted, and immediately headed over to the foyer to greet the two. The moment she laid her eyes on the rogue, Maria started to smile in a fiendish way, before it turned into the cutesy smile she was accustomed to holding. Aah, yes. This one is boisterous and arrogant; just the type I wished from my wild card. And if I'm not mistaken, she seems to be a friend to a certain group of "friends" too. Phase 1 is successful. Now, onto Phase 2. Maria put on a sweet and compelling voice as she spoke. "Welcome to the Goethe Estate. I am Maria Goethe, the one who has invited you here." She turned around on her wheelchair and headed to the dining hall. "Please, have a seat. Feel free to partake of any delicacies you find on the table. If you would like some tea or soft drinks, just speak the word and I'll have it served, heehee."</s>
<\|description\|>Maria Goethe Age: 15 Gender: Female Appearance: Maria uses a wheelchair to feign the appearance of a paraplegic. She uses her magic to move the wheelchair around. Personality: Maria casts an outward appearance of a cheery, kind girl, always smiling while talking in a bubbly voice. However, beneath this social mask lies a mind broken by years of abuse into a dark and ruthless girl, her empathy withered away and her trust in other people hard to come by, devolving into paranoia when she is stressed. She has a fear of inferiority, and combats this by being driven by her lust for power, her ambition being her escape from the creeping despair that silently clutches her heart. While she keeps a sociable appearance about herself, in truth she doesn't have a lot of friends, and keeps her relationships with other people strictly as business. However, she has started to grow fond of her maid Fantine, and won't tolerate any cases of her mistreatment. Bio: Maria was thrown into an orphanage before she could even remember the faces of her parents, who died shortly after her birth. She was brutally beaten and abused at a regular pace by the personnel there. However, before she was driven to an abyss of despair, she met a boy by the name of Klaus there, who promised to protect her and get them out of the orphanage. In time, she developed feelings for the boy. One night they attempted an escape, but were about to be caught when Maria met an Incubator. Seeing that Klaus was caught, she made her wish and the two of them escaped successfully. Later, Klaus was caught by an anti-MG mob and tortured to death due to his connections to Magical Girls after following Maria. Maria found out about this, and became determined to rule the world and take revenge on the people who took Klaus away from him, by any means possible. Over the following years, Maria managed to worm her way to the position of a lieutenant in the Aurora City Authority through her persuasion skills, guile and political maneuvers, even resorting to underhanded tactics such as backstabbing and using torture to squeeze valuable secrets out of any hapless victim she managed to capture alive. Of course, she doesn't plan on stopping there, either... Her domain includes the territory of a magical girl named Eponine, who has requested her home to be placed under Maria's, and by extension, Aurora's protection and rule and that her sister is given a place of refuge in Maria's HQ. In return, Maria demanded Eponine to swear fealty to her, and that Fantine will serve as her personal maid. Allegiance: Aurora City Authority Theme: A Stranger I Remain Skills: Maria could be said to have a silver tongue, for she is very convincing and manipulative with her words, sprouting seeds of doubt and despair in any heart she can pierce with her angelic voice. She also has a profound knowledge of politics and tactics, and specializes in psychological warfare. Weapons: Maria keeps a small dagger under her dress as a paranoid measure, though due to her status as a Magical Girl, rarely uses it. Other: Maria loves sweet things such as cakes and cookies, and spends a lot of her free time snacking on them. Magical Girl Appearance: Maria keeps her eye-design and creepy demeanour while as a Magical Girl. Her costume also has more shades of dark-green and black. Wish: "I wish to move Klaus away from his fate." Weapons: A scythe with an intricate, flowery design going from the hilt all the way to the blade's end. Can be manipulated to change the position of the blade, making for a surprisingly adaptive weapon despite its unwieldiness. Powers: Telekinesis. Maria may use her magic to control the movement of any object or person in her line of sight, including herself. For example, she can fly through the air, throw and draw distant targets and even freeze people in place. However, she needs to have one of her hands unoccupied and spread open for her to cast the magic from her palm and her fingers for multitasking and subtle movements, making her unable to use this power if her hands are unusable or occupied. Breaking her focus also results in the spell's canceling. She may also perform a Force Choke-like spell on normal humans which Magical Girls are immune to.</s> <\|message\|>Alice Earhart Before Alice was about set off somewhere, she heard a 'bang' sound nearby. She froze for a moment before checking what the heck it was and where it came from. Alice need not walk far since she saw a large group of girls not long after. Alice quickly hid herself. "Looks like some of the Authority's dogs? Wonder if they are friendly?" Alice chuckled to herself. She decided to read their minds however she only managed to get a vague reading. For some reason, its hard for her to read minds of the magical. "Well, at least I know they are magical girls." It was then there was the ringing of a mobile phone. It was coming from the blonde leading them. Alice tries to get closer quietly to hear the girl talking on the phone. After successfully doing so, its to eavesdrop so as to find out what the Authority were doing here.</s> <\|message\|>Violetta FitzCarraldo. (Veee oh-let-ter, not Vayyy-oh-let-ter. She gets annoyed if you mispronounce it.) Violetta turned the corner, nodding at the unfamilliar girl going about her business, and perked up when she heard her cell phone ringing. She reached into a pocket without breaking her stride, but it took her three guesses and an awkward moment of self-fondling before she found the phone and flipped it open. She thought it was one of her squad of magical minions still stationed somewhere secret. She was wrong. "Violetta?" "Speaking." "Yes, this is Maria." "I'm not gonna ask how you got this number, boss, but imagine I have." "I've been informed that there's been sightings of illegal magical research at the industrial sector." "And this is my problem...How?" "Conduct an investigation and apprehend the people behind this activity." "Is this one of those need-to-know things?" "Once you're done report back to me." "Fiiine." Click. She seemed chirpier then usual, Violetta noted as she dialed another number into her phone. Like someone was listening in on their call, and she had to put on the Charles Xavier poor-pitiful-me impression for just slightly too long. Mmm, Charles Xavier. He was gonna be played by Patrick Stewart before he'd died in one of the first magical girl uprisings in america. Hollywood had been one of the first places to fall. Despite herself, she kinda wished she could've seen that film. Somebody was behind her. She didn't even need to turn round, she could see her in the black reflection on her phone. It was the magical girl from earlier, making some half-assed attempt to sneak behind her. Violetta wasn't going to ruin her fun. She kept marching on, glancing in rear view mirrors and lamp post reflections, constantly keeping her in sight as she cued up another number. "Valkyrie squad? This is Violetta, i'm at the corner of straße Zauber and Doppelzwei, in the industrial district, and we've been called out for some recon work. Vi out."</s> <\|message\|>Maria Goethe "Roger," the driver answered as the two of them entered inside the jeep, followed by the vehicle speeding off towards Maria's headquarters. --- It didn't take long for a fortress-like object to come into view as the jeep slowed down and stopped before the gates, which were ornate and flowery in design. Once Eponine stepped out of the jeep the guards immediately opened the gates and saluted, not thinking twice about the girl following her as they passed through the gates and into the mansion that the walls surrounded. Maria put down the phone and sighed; she knew that Violetta was part of the law enforcement division, and thus her command could be belayed by the head of the law enforcement department, Alexandra. Other than that, she was one of the few people outside her domain she could trust with discreet matters. She remembered an incident where a cluster of Shadow Compact sympathizers were found and their hideout was burned to the ground along with the rest of them; Violetta was the one who carried out that task with her flamethrower. The sounds of screaming and the stench of burning flesh that day was something she remembers fondly. As she finished reminiscing, she realized that Kyubey, whom she was trying to pet, was gone. She didn't give much thought to the creature's disappearance, it was expected after all, before she heard the sounds of the front door opening and a pair of feet stepping inside, causing Maria to almost jump out of her wheelchair in excitement. "Fantine! Get the dining hall ready for our guests!" She shouted, and immediately headed over to the foyer to greet the two. The moment she laid her eyes on the rogue, Maria started to smile in a fiendish way, before it turned into the cutesy smile she was accustomed to holding. Aah, yes. This one is boisterous and arrogant; just the type I wished from my wild card. And if I'm not mistaken, she seems to be a friend to a certain group of "friends" too. Phase 1 is successful. Now, onto Phase 2. Maria put on a sweet and compelling voice as she spoke. "Welcome to the Goethe Estate. I am Maria Goethe, the one who has invited you here." She turned around on her wheelchair and headed to the dining hall. "Please, have a seat. Feel free to partake of any delicacies you find on the table. If you would like some tea or soft drinks, just speak the word and I'll have it served, heehee."</s> <\|message\|>Fantine Hassane Fantine bustled around, setting up the dining table, placing small dishes, exquisite teacups, and dessert forks, as well as multi-tiered trays of sweets and pastries. Eponine entered and upon noticing that Maria hadn't transformed, said, "Lady Maria, I would recommend that you be in your magical girl form for the time being." "Eponine!" Fantine shouted as she threw herself at her sister in an exuberant hug. Eponine looked down, showing the faintest of smiles, putting one arm behind Fantine's shoulder and patting her head with the other, while strategically moving so that she placed herself between Fantine and Chloe. Then Fantine went back to Maria's side to wait for additional orders, so Eponine sat down very straight at the table, standing her hammer next to her seat, and keeping an eye on Chloe.</s> <\|message\|>Chloe Hartmann Chloe felt a shiver down her spine upon meeting her first member of Auroran 'nobility.' Is this what they're all like? These government types? Scary. She wasn't very impressed with the furnishings or the building itself. It ended up being about what she was expecting. Lavish, rich. This girl had servants and underlings. This was a real life lady, with real power. Maria Goethe, she said her name was. Chloe wouldn't forget it, probably. She didn't mention a title in her introduction, which struck Chloe as odd. That either meant she was very casual and didn't care for it, or the more likely case: it was implied. Something like You don't need to know my position, except that I am far above you. Unlike Eponine, who had some nobility to her, but otherwise acted with humility, this girl was clearly putting on an act. Chloe knew from moment one that she was never going to get along with either of these people. She wanted to lash out right at that moment. If this girl was going to display her brand of power by asserting her control, Chloe desperately wanted to display her own brand of power, by destroying the things that gave the other girl power. To smash the architecture, kill some servants maybe. It didn't really matter what, but the impulse was fighting its way to the surface. Chloe had to almost literally choke it back. There were more important things for the moment. If she needed to resort to breaking stuff, then her grasp on the situation might as well be over right now. "...Fine. It's not very lady-like, so forgive me, but if you have tea, you must have simple milk, right? I'll take you up on your offer. Skip the biscuits, just milk is fine." Chloe examined the large gauntlets granted to her by remaining in her transformed state, considering reverting back for the time being. But her emotions were running wild right now, so it was possible that she couldn't revert even if she wanted to. "...In a sturdy cup, if you could." Hands built for smashing were a poor fit for priceless tea sets. Chloe couldn't help but notice a particular serving girl who was enthusiastic at Eponine's return. D'aww. Who would have thought the iron maiden could have such a close relation. A friend maybe? No, probably family. She made a mental note. If she was going to kill off some workers here, it might be prudent to avoid this particular one. It was an odd feeling, but she couldn't really shake it. If I break this girl, I will die. After resolving everything in her mind, Chloe sat down at a seat across from the one Eponine had chosen. The other girl was keeping an eye on her, and for the moment, the intention was mutual. Despite that, her eyes were focused not on Eponine, but on Maria, who posed a totally unknown level of threat. She would be a magical girl, to be sure, but she hadn't transformed. Chloe knew not her weapon, nor her power. "I'm not very good at these nobility games, if you couldn't tell, so you should probably just tell me straight out why you wanted to talk to me instead of trying to have me arrested."</s>	<\|message\|>Maria Goethe Maria giggled a bit. "Oh Eponine, she is our guest, not an enemy. I'm certain if we come into a conflict of any sort, which is ludicrous to even think of as a possibility, you will be there to protect us." "Wonderful. Fantine, if you would." Maria looked over at her maid for a moment, before returning her attention back to the rogue. This could have gone a lot less smoothly if she refused to speak. Thankfully that is not the case. Straight-forward type, huh? This makes everything a lot simpler. Maria acted surprised. "Arrested? Why would I have a maker of such beautiful art arrested? No, you have a vision that shouldn't be shackled by the ignorant. The truth is, you and I are not as different as you might think. You see, I too am an artist. My canvas is Aurora, my paintbrush it's people. But my vision is also bound, locked up tight and the key thrown away by the tyranny of Alexandra, the Queen of Aurora City." Maria took a break from talking, and sipped on her tea before continuing. "She does not care for the people under her heel, for she lives only to subjugate us, and to separate us. But unlike the other Nobles who are too afraid to stand up to her oppression, I have the will to see her fall from her tower along with her supporters. I only ask if you share that will with me, and join the fight to free Aurora from her claws."</s>
<\|description\|>Maria Goethe Age: 15 Gender: Female Appearance: Maria uses a wheelchair to feign the appearance of a paraplegic. She uses her magic to move the wheelchair around. Personality: Maria casts an outward appearance of a cheery, kind girl, always smiling while talking in a bubbly voice. However, beneath this social mask lies a mind broken by years of abuse into a dark and ruthless girl, her empathy withered away and her trust in other people hard to come by, devolving into paranoia when she is stressed. She has a fear of inferiority, and combats this by being driven by her lust for power, her ambition being her escape from the creeping despair that silently clutches her heart. While she keeps a sociable appearance about herself, in truth she doesn't have a lot of friends, and keeps her relationships with other people strictly as business. However, she has started to grow fond of her maid Fantine, and won't tolerate any cases of her mistreatment. Bio: Maria was thrown into an orphanage before she could even remember the faces of her parents, who died shortly after her birth. She was brutally beaten and abused at a regular pace by the personnel there. However, before she was driven to an abyss of despair, she met a boy by the name of Klaus there, who promised to protect her and get them out of the orphanage. In time, she developed feelings for the boy. One night they attempted an escape, but were about to be caught when Maria met an Incubator. Seeing that Klaus was caught, she made her wish and the two of them escaped successfully. Later, Klaus was caught by an anti-MG mob and tortured to death due to his connections to Magical Girls after following Maria. Maria found out about this, and became determined to rule the world and take revenge on the people who took Klaus away from him, by any means possible. Over the following years, Maria managed to worm her way to the position of a lieutenant in the Aurora City Authority through her persuasion skills, guile and political maneuvers, even resorting to underhanded tactics such as backstabbing and using torture to squeeze valuable secrets out of any hapless victim she managed to capture alive. Of course, she doesn't plan on stopping there, either... Her domain includes the territory of a magical girl named Eponine, who has requested her home to be placed under Maria's, and by extension, Aurora's protection and rule and that her sister is given a place of refuge in Maria's HQ. In return, Maria demanded Eponine to swear fealty to her, and that Fantine will serve as her personal maid. Allegiance: Aurora City Authority Theme: A Stranger I Remain Skills: Maria could be said to have a silver tongue, for she is very convincing and manipulative with her words, sprouting seeds of doubt and despair in any heart she can pierce with her angelic voice. She also has a profound knowledge of politics and tactics, and specializes in psychological warfare. Weapons: Maria keeps a small dagger under her dress as a paranoid measure, though due to her status as a Magical Girl, rarely uses it. Other: Maria loves sweet things such as cakes and cookies, and spends a lot of her free time snacking on them. Magical Girl Appearance: Maria keeps her eye-design and creepy demeanour while as a Magical Girl. Her costume also has more shades of dark-green and black. Wish: "I wish to move Klaus away from his fate." Weapons: A scythe with an intricate, flowery design going from the hilt all the way to the blade's end. Can be manipulated to change the position of the blade, making for a surprisingly adaptive weapon despite its unwieldiness. Powers: Telekinesis. Maria may use her magic to control the movement of any object or person in her line of sight, including herself. For example, she can fly through the air, throw and draw distant targets and even freeze people in place. However, she needs to have one of her hands unoccupied and spread open for her to cast the magic from her palm and her fingers for multitasking and subtle movements, making her unable to use this power if her hands are unusable or occupied. Breaking her focus also results in the spell's canceling. She may also perform a Force Choke-like spell on normal humans which Magical Girls are immune to.</s> <\|message\|>Maria Goethe Maria took a glance at Eponine. She knew she would react that way now that her intentions have become clear to her, despite her apparently emotionless status. Still, that was only a matter of time before it was resolved, since she knew exactly how to convince her. Having decided on that matter mentally, Maria focused on the rogue's response to her offer, and just like she expected, it was met with resistance. Maria's smile turned into a sad frown. "It may seem comfortable to you, but to me, it is a never-ending torment. The government is corrupted and uncaring for its citizens, and though I try my best to manage my domain, I can't stop the law enforcement that Alexandra governs. I've seen men dragged to the streets and shot, powerless to do anything despite my status. She must be stopped, lest the city falls into despair and is consumed by a horde of witches." Now this is problematic. She is too perceptive to be fooled, and judging by her response she can't be bribed either. Well, no matter. She is already caught in my trap. Maria dropped her cute expressions and angelic voice, and suddenly revealed her true self; that of a dark, intellectual sociopath, making it seem like she changed personality. She then spoke with a chilling voice: "So you would prefer making an enemy of me? It would be a shame for our relationship to end on such a low note. You see, you are currently in a room with two magical girls, with a garrison of trained soldiers along with two other magical girls ready to rush in at any signs of disturbance. No matter how big your weapons are, you won't be walking out of this mansion should you refuse my offer. That would be a terrible loss for Shadow Compact." Even if the rogue didn't show it with her facial expression, Maria could tell by the movements of her eyes that she was correct in her assumption. She let that sink in for a moment before she continued. "Indeed. Without my assistance Shadow Compact would take years before they could muster enough resources to even attempt to overthrow Alexandra's rule. Even worse for them if you were captured, and spilled all their secrets to me. I would then purge the city of their presence, and forget this meeting even took place." She took a sip of her tea. "So, what will it be? It's your choice."</s> <\|message\|>Alice Earhart Alice sweat-dropped and she could feel the hostility coming from the girl named Violetta. Moreover, it was only now that Alice noticed the other girl had some kind of weird contraption with her. Some kind of weapon...maybe it will be hard to keep this peaceful. Alice wondered if she had been too hasty in transforming. It was like an invitation for a fight when its between magical girls...and Alice quite enjoyed those fights as she had fun 'playing' with her opponents. She shook her head as her 'crazy side' almost came out. Alice knew just by looking at her that Violetta was not like the small fries she had faced. She needed to keep calm. Alice crossed her arms and pretended to think about it. "Labs? The only things I know are the numerous factories and plants you see all around the sector. Much of the noise they make sure sound like explosions to me. If you are looking for meth, I could probably find you a place they sell for cheap though I would have to bust them up since the stuff is bad, hahahaha!" After she finished laughing at her own joke, Alice continued. "So how about it? If you want some meth, I can find some for you." She said that with a smile on her face however her right hand is already grasping her small scythe necklace preparing for battle. I can just lead her to the lab...but leading her while fighting will be more fun...and I want to talk to a member of the Authority anyway and also, I want to see her abilities and that weapon of hers...</s> <\|message\|>Chloe Hartmann So is this your true form, then, Maria Goethe? Or is there something deeper still? "'Fraid you've made two mistakes, Lady. The first is assuming I care about what happens to the Compact. No sense hiding it if you already know, we have a relationship of mutual manipulation. I use them because I can't be everywhere at once, and I like the way they operate, and they use me because the strength of a magical girl is no joke, as I'm sure you know. "The second mistake is appealing to my sense of justice. I couldn't give less of a damn if the city descends into anarchy and becomes the territory of witches. Every damned human here could die for all I care. They're all garbage to begin with. You, your political struggle, the state of Aurora, Incubators, the 'law,' all of it can crumble. Me, all I want is to have fun." She took a moment to take another sip of milk, seeming oblivious to the dark aura that had engulfed the room. The balance of power had shifted dramatically, but it wasn't like Chloe was out of bargaining chips either. "I don't like being threatened, though I can't say I didn't see it coming. I'll take your threat as fair play. The truth is," Chloe continued as she stood out of her chair. Sitting was awkward for her when she was transformed, and standing just felt a little more natural. "I just want what's best for me, see. I won't ever be loyal to you, because I... I just can't. I'm not loyal to the Compact, or to Aurora or anybody but myself. That said, you," she said as she pointed to Maria, before shifting her hand and gaze to where Eponine was sitting, seeming a bit shaken by the ordeal, "and you. You're fun. It seems like interesting stuff might happen around you. And one day, if I go along with this charade, I might get to fight you guys fair. Maybe even kill you. I wouldn't be bored for like a week if that happens. Or maybe I'll die. Won't ever be bored again that way either." This was a lot of talking, more than Chloe was used to doing all at once, though it was her own fault for her rambling way of speaking to others, she knew. "So... fine. Because it's interesting, I'll let you use me in whatever game you have concocted. But I won't... can't promise loyalty. I might kill you one day. Or smash up your house. Or even betray you. There's just no other option for me. You've gotta take it or leave it, Lady. But it might do you some good to discuss that with your subordinates, they might be a bit restless with the idea."</s> <\|message\|>Violetta FitzCarraldo. (Veee oh-let-ter, not Vayyy-oh-let-ter. She gets annoyed if you mispronounce it.) The street instantly grew a few degrees colder, and Violetta tilted her head, curiously. Factories, as far as she she understood the term, were big houses to store even bigger machines in. Most of them should've been abandoned a long time ago as the raw materials that had to be supplied to them ran out. Unless there were such a thing as magical girl truckers, shipping and handling precious goods between places so the humans didn't whinge so much about not being fed all the time, but that seemed ridiculous to her. So who or what was exploding the factories? Magical girl fights? She brushed those thoughts aside, dismissing them as unimportant. This girl got on her nerves, and she could tell the reverse was true, too. She was cocky, loud, and shifted her weight between her feet like she was ready to break into irish dance at any moment. Or maybe she really was ready to fight. Vi shifted her weight, and gripped at the metal rod of her flamethrower like a drawn sword. The small light at the end flicked on, and danced in the early morning chill. From a quick glance at it, Violetta read a wind speed barely over a knot. That meant lighter winds, maybe some three or four knots, the higher you rose, and with a ranged weapon like hers, wind speeds mattered. She was still wrapped in her smoke coccoon, which was still a plus. And there was a seed in her pocket, all that was left of Michelle "Cirno" McCarthy, that was still another advantage "Nah, but thanks for the offer." She began, acting like they weren't each doing the magical girl equivalent of the showdown at high noon. "Tried it once, and it just makes you feel like you're controlling your body with a marionette. It's awful. But boss' orders are to shut it down, so i've got to do my duty like a good little government lapdog. Así es la vida."</s>	<\|message\|>Maria Goethe Though Maria didn't show it on the outside, she was furious. She was outraged at the insolence of the rogue for completely defying her threats on Shadow Compact and her life and talking back to her with reckless abandon, but more than that, she was angry at herself for making a mistake like she said. It never occurred to me that a Shadow Compact agent wouldn't have any loyalty to them. Or a sense of justice for that matter. How could I have been so blind? Maria's rage started to take the forms of fantasies: they were about dragging her to the basement and torturing her, making her slowly bleed until the floor pooled with her blood. However, she managed to take a hold of herself once she remembered that she was actually willing to co-operate in a certain fashion, and Maria had a policy of not turning down the help of useful people, as loathsome as they could be. There was also the fact that Maria finally had a means of communication with Shadow Compact that was unknown to the rest of the Authority, which meant she now had as good chance as ever of actually achieving her objectives. Still, she couldn't believe how little value the rogue placed on her own life or the life of anyone else, and wondered for a moment if she was actually a witch in human form, so alien did her thinking seem to her. After a moment of sitting silent and staring at the rogue like an overweight man would look at a plate of salad, she finally spoke, in a low voice: "Take these." She called Fantine over and had her deliver two items to Chloe: a flash drive and a cellphone. She explained the items: "The cellphone is in case I need to contact you or Shadow Compact. It only has my number listed, but you can call other numbers with it too. The second item is a flash drive: it contains important data on all the territories and personnel of Aurora City with the exception of mine or my people. It also has a list of weak points: buildings, locations and the like. Attacking these weak points is sure to destabilize the government and loosen Alexandra's grip over the city. Shadow Compact would sacrifice several magical girls to get their hands on that, so treat it with care." She paused for a moment, and then said: "In return, I only ask for one thing: the name of the one who would stand up to me without fear."</s>
<\|description\|>Maria Goethe Age: 15 Gender: Female Appearance: Maria uses a wheelchair to feign the appearance of a paraplegic. She uses her magic to move the wheelchair around. Personality: Maria casts an outward appearance of a cheery, kind girl, always smiling while talking in a bubbly voice. However, beneath this social mask lies a mind broken by years of abuse into a dark and ruthless girl, her empathy withered away and her trust in other people hard to come by, devolving into paranoia when she is stressed. She has a fear of inferiority, and combats this by being driven by her lust for power, her ambition being her escape from the creeping despair that silently clutches her heart. While she keeps a sociable appearance about herself, in truth she doesn't have a lot of friends, and keeps her relationships with other people strictly as business. However, she has started to grow fond of her maid Fantine, and won't tolerate any cases of her mistreatment. Bio: Maria was thrown into an orphanage before she could even remember the faces of her parents, who died shortly after her birth. She was brutally beaten and abused at a regular pace by the personnel there. However, before she was driven to an abyss of despair, she met a boy by the name of Klaus there, who promised to protect her and get them out of the orphanage. In time, she developed feelings for the boy. One night they attempted an escape, but were about to be caught when Maria met an Incubator. Seeing that Klaus was caught, she made her wish and the two of them escaped successfully. Later, Klaus was caught by an anti-MG mob and tortured to death due to his connections to Magical Girls after following Maria. Maria found out about this, and became determined to rule the world and take revenge on the people who took Klaus away from him, by any means possible. Over the following years, Maria managed to worm her way to the position of a lieutenant in the Aurora City Authority through her persuasion skills, guile and political maneuvers, even resorting to underhanded tactics such as backstabbing and using torture to squeeze valuable secrets out of any hapless victim she managed to capture alive. Of course, she doesn't plan on stopping there, either... Her domain includes the territory of a magical girl named Eponine, who has requested her home to be placed under Maria's, and by extension, Aurora's protection and rule and that her sister is given a place of refuge in Maria's HQ. In return, Maria demanded Eponine to swear fealty to her, and that Fantine will serve as her personal maid. Allegiance: Aurora City Authority Theme: A Stranger I Remain Skills: Maria could be said to have a silver tongue, for she is very convincing and manipulative with her words, sprouting seeds of doubt and despair in any heart she can pierce with her angelic voice. She also has a profound knowledge of politics and tactics, and specializes in psychological warfare. Weapons: Maria keeps a small dagger under her dress as a paranoid measure, though due to her status as a Magical Girl, rarely uses it. Other: Maria loves sweet things such as cakes and cookies, and spends a lot of her free time snacking on them. Magical Girl Appearance: Maria keeps her eye-design and creepy demeanour while as a Magical Girl. Her costume also has more shades of dark-green and black. Wish: "I wish to move Klaus away from his fate." Weapons: A scythe with an intricate, flowery design going from the hilt all the way to the blade's end. Can be manipulated to change the position of the blade, making for a surprisingly adaptive weapon despite its unwieldiness. Powers: Telekinesis. Maria may use her magic to control the movement of any object or person in her line of sight, including herself. For example, she can fly through the air, throw and draw distant targets and even freeze people in place. However, she needs to have one of her hands unoccupied and spread open for her to cast the magic from her palm and her fingers for multitasking and subtle movements, making her unable to use this power if her hands are unusable or occupied. Breaking her focus also results in the spell's canceling. She may also perform a Force Choke-like spell on normal humans which Magical Girls are immune to.</s> <\|message\|>Chloe Hartmann Chloe took the items from the serving girl, listening to Maria's explanation, and seeming to completely ignore Eponine's outburst. In truth, she was now more interested in the mental state of the uptight girl than the political proceedings happening in front of her, but it wasn't the right time to shift topics. It seems like her terms had been accepted after all. It was a bit of a relief that she was even still alive. Maria wasn't happy. Eponine wasn't happy. Chloe was on the fence, as usual. She'd fight against Alexandra and her law enforcement. She'd give this info to Oscar back at the safehouse. As much as it made Chloe happy to knock down buildings by herself, there was too much work to do. Work better suited to humans and their bombs. "Cooperation really is something, huh?" Chloe remarked casually, as though she was coming across some kind of revelation. Ever terrible at reading a room, she was back to her usual casual demeanor. "My name... your knight's got the priveledge of that info already... but it's Chloe. Chloe Hartmann." She scratched her head lightly with a huge steel finger. "Dunno if maybe you're overstating my accomplishments there, but whatever floats your boat. Good to be working with you. I look forward to the day you try to bump me off. Might just be the best day of my life, heh." Just a little gallows humor as she stood staring past such a dangerous situation. "I hope we can get along until then. Though I guess maybe that's just in the definition."</s> <\|message\|>Maria Goethe There was a moment where Maria was starting to lose her cool and turn uneasy, feeling like she has lost control of the situation. However, the moment Eponine defended her Maria once again felt relaxed and reassured. She definitely needed to consult the recent turn of events with her once the rogue left, not only to secure her loyalty, but also to clear her own feelings on the matter. Though she had planned for this to happen, having it actually happen is a completely different thing, and something she also needed to cope with. Feeling like the situation was in her grasp again, Maria returned back to her cheery self, like her previous episode was just a dream. For a moment, she thought of rewarding Chloe with a chance to leave the city once she has become queen, but knew that it would be pointless, and there was nothing she could do to avert their eventual confrontation. She smiled. "Chloe Hartmann...let's do our best together." She then turned around on her wheelchair, not wanting to see her face for a moment longer. "You may now leave," she said, and made a call to confirm that order to the guards at the gate outside.</s> <\|message\|>Chloe Hartmann Chloe nodded. Their business was finally concluded. She didn't say another word, smart enough to realize that was probably the best course of action in the tense room. Her self-defense instinct told her than any wasted words might chip away at her life. Instead, she turned and left the room, leaving the other two magi alone to discuss what would surely be some sort of plot. But that, as she had told Maria, was not any of Chloe's business. She knew these political types enough to know they were never trustworthy, but Chloe herself was just as bad, if not worse. Chloe had never met a predictable magical girl. The guards at the gate had been told of her arrival, and she waved jovially to a few who were standing stiff, their fingers on the triggers of their guns. Now free and uncaring as she was of being followed, she reverted back to human form and grasped her soul gem tightly in her hands. She would need a grief seed, and soon. But for now, she had a delivery to make. Knocking on the door of the safehouse she had so recently left, she forced her way in the door after giving all the proper safe words and planted the items she had received on the table. "Brought you a gift, to solidify a new friendship. Up for a little sabotage?"</s> <\|message\|>Alexandra Hertz Kyubey didn't react as Yume calmed down from her anger, his purpose essentially accomplished by that. While he was busy, as were his brethren, the means and methods were still in place to harvest despair from this world. The Incubators shepherded along magical girls to their inevitable fate and they became Witches, as they had for so long. One might wonder why Yume had no inquired as to the exact reason for her friends fall to despair, but Kyubey would not complain. It is no problem, he replied calmly from where he was. I had nothing immediately pressing to deal with. Thus consoled, he would wander off as she turned to address the man watching her, vanishing back into the shadows from which he had come from. --- Oscar looked back up as Chloe returned, surprise evident on his face as she entered the safehouse. "Welcome back. I'll be honest, I didn't think you'd come back, much less in one piece." He'd known that there hadn't been a fight, since a full on battle between magical girls would have been a relatively hard thing to miss if not in the confines of a Witches Barrier, but there was no way for him to know of the deal she had struck. As far as he was concerned, she was either very lucky, or very crazy. Or both. He picked up the flash drive after giving the cell phone a look, examining it for a moment before moving over to a nearby laptop. "I'm just not going to ask where you got this," he said without looking back as he booted the thing up. If it was a trap, they would not be caught unawares and ratted out. But as Chloe knew, it was not a trap, which would be the better for them all. That would become apparent as he opened the first file and practically froze, simply stuck reading what was there before him. "Okay then, if this is legitimate then I'm definitely not going to ask where you got it from. But my apologies for doubting you. This is going to be very helpful. If it was legitimate. But only time would tell that.</s> <\|message\|>Eponine Hassane After Chloe left, those words burned inside Eponine's mind. Eponine would have let Chloe go if she had simply given her name, but if Chloe had told Maria to ask Eponine for it, Eponine would have punished her for her insolence. Chloe had instead skirted between the two options, fulfilling the option of introducing herself, while simultaneously demonstrating extreme rudeness. Eponine couldn't let it go, but by her own logic, had to. Her grip tightened on her hammer, but once Chloe was far enough away, Epoinine released her pent up rage and threw her hammer. It swung around vertically several times as it traveled across the hall, its head smashing into the wall next to the door Chloe had left by, causing the room to shake slightly. The head of the hammer was embedded into the stone wall, its handle sticking out at an odd angle amid the cloud of powdered stone. Eponine took deep, slow breaths as she disabled her magical girl form, transforming back into her original clothes and causing the hammer to disintegrate. With the hammer no longer taking up space, a few bricks fell out, crumbling to the floor. Eponine turned back to Maria and knelt. "I apologize for the property damage I have caused. Please allow me to atone for this transgression by letting me pay for the repairs, and to receive any additional punishment you deem necessary." Eponine looked up at Maria, blood trickling down from the corners of her mouth.</s> <\|message\|>Violetta FitzCarraldo. (Veee oh-let-ter, not Vayyy-oh-let-ter. She gets annoyed if you mispronounce it.) Mistake, please ignore.</s> <\|message\|>Maria Goethe While Maria did expect some kind of reactionary action or word from Eponine once the rogue left, she didn't expect that. She must have also kept a pent up anger inside her during the entire duration of the meeting, which was understandable given her newly-met acquaintance. While in a normal situation she would have scolded her of acting so violently inside the house and demanded she would go hunt some witch seeds or otherwise recompense, there was a more pressing subject at hand. Besides, she was also close to throwing her tea cup at the wall at some parts of the conversation. Did she bite her tongue? She is not as devoid of emotion as I assumed of her, then. "I will be lenient this time and forgive you for your act of transgression," Maria said. At this point, she didn't mind if the entire mansion crumbled, since she would be moving up into a much better building soon. "But there is something that troubles you. Could it be related to the discussion I had with the rogue? You seemed uncomfortable during it."</s> <\|message\|>Eponine Hassane "Your clemency is more than I deserve," Eponine replied. When Maria asked what was troubling her, Eponine looked away for a bit, then looked back, "My lady spoke of rebelling against the queen and conspiring with Shadow Compact. With all due respect, that is an act of treason. Ever since you took me on as your knight, I have served you and Aurora with utmost loyalty to preserve our fragile peace and the rule of law. Given your position ad rule, I never suspected you would harbor such thoughts. I am...conflicted. To you I owe much, but how much of what I owe you do I also owe to Aurora and the order it symbolizes?"</s>	<\|message\|>Maria Goethe Maria's voice turned pleasing and comforting as she spoke. "Oh Eponine, I understand how you feel," she said, and with her magic, slowly rose into the the air from her wheelchair. She floated slowly towards Eponine and then around her like an angel without wings. " But I must take this drastic measure to preserve peace in Aurora. Alexandra is too vacuous to rule her. She simply twiddles her thumbs and acts like a figurehead while the neighboring cities and nations gain in warriors and land, ultimately bringing war and suffering to Aurora and its people too. Were I to become queen, I would bring order to Aurora and all of those lands, until the entire world is in eternal peace and rest. She now stopped and caressed her cheek as she floated before her. "Don't you remember the dream we had, my dear Eponine?" She then whispered into her ear: "A world of absolute order. We can achieve that, you need only to believe in me and we will have it, together."</s>
<\|description\|>Maria Goethe Age: 15 Gender: Female Appearance: Maria uses a wheelchair to feign the appearance of a paraplegic. She uses her magic to move the wheelchair around. Personality: Maria casts an outward appearance of a cheery, kind girl, always smiling while talking in a bubbly voice. However, beneath this social mask lies a mind broken by years of abuse into a dark and ruthless girl, her empathy withered away and her trust in other people hard to come by, devolving into paranoia when she is stressed. She has a fear of inferiority, and combats this by being driven by her lust for power, her ambition being her escape from the creeping despair that silently clutches her heart. While she keeps a sociable appearance about herself, in truth she doesn't have a lot of friends, and keeps her relationships with other people strictly as business. However, she has started to grow fond of her maid Fantine, and won't tolerate any cases of her mistreatment. Bio: Maria was thrown into an orphanage before she could even remember the faces of her parents, who died shortly after her birth. She was brutally beaten and abused at a regular pace by the personnel there. However, before she was driven to an abyss of despair, she met a boy by the name of Klaus there, who promised to protect her and get them out of the orphanage. In time, she developed feelings for the boy. One night they attempted an escape, but were about to be caught when Maria met an Incubator. Seeing that Klaus was caught, she made her wish and the two of them escaped successfully. Later, Klaus was caught by an anti-MG mob and tortured to death due to his connections to Magical Girls after following Maria. Maria found out about this, and became determined to rule the world and take revenge on the people who took Klaus away from him, by any means possible. Over the following years, Maria managed to worm her way to the position of a lieutenant in the Aurora City Authority through her persuasion skills, guile and political maneuvers, even resorting to underhanded tactics such as backstabbing and using torture to squeeze valuable secrets out of any hapless victim she managed to capture alive. Of course, she doesn't plan on stopping there, either... Her domain includes the territory of a magical girl named Eponine, who has requested her home to be placed under Maria's, and by extension, Aurora's protection and rule and that her sister is given a place of refuge in Maria's HQ. In return, Maria demanded Eponine to swear fealty to her, and that Fantine will serve as her personal maid. Allegiance: Aurora City Authority Theme: A Stranger I Remain Skills: Maria could be said to have a silver tongue, for she is very convincing and manipulative with her words, sprouting seeds of doubt and despair in any heart she can pierce with her angelic voice. She also has a profound knowledge of politics and tactics, and specializes in psychological warfare. Weapons: Maria keeps a small dagger under her dress as a paranoid measure, though due to her status as a Magical Girl, rarely uses it. Other: Maria loves sweet things such as cakes and cookies, and spends a lot of her free time snacking on them. Magical Girl Appearance: Maria keeps her eye-design and creepy demeanour while as a Magical Girl. Her costume also has more shades of dark-green and black. Wish: "I wish to move Klaus away from his fate." Weapons: A scythe with an intricate, flowery design going from the hilt all the way to the blade's end. Can be manipulated to change the position of the blade, making for a surprisingly adaptive weapon despite its unwieldiness. Powers: Telekinesis. Maria may use her magic to control the movement of any object or person in her line of sight, including herself. For example, she can fly through the air, throw and draw distant targets and even freeze people in place. However, she needs to have one of her hands unoccupied and spread open for her to cast the magic from her palm and her fingers for multitasking and subtle movements, making her unable to use this power if her hands are unusable or occupied. Breaking her focus also results in the spell's canceling. She may also perform a Force Choke-like spell on normal humans which Magical Girls are immune to.</s> <\|message\|>Maria Goethe Maria smiled, and nodded in response to Eponine's gesture. She was glad to know Eponine was behind her cause, since she was one of her most important agents. However, there was something she wanted confirmed while she was making preparations. "Good. Now, your first task is heading to the industrial sector and assisting Violetta with her investigation on a magi lab, and bringing the culprits to justice. It's been a while since she has responded back to me, and I'm worried something has happened there. I'm not going to have the risk of the city blown up in some crazy experiment ignored and ruining our plans."</s> <\|message\|>Yume Fubuki Yume watched the Incubator leave, still thinking over what it had said to her. She was so distracted that when Chloe spoke, her skin jumped. Whipping around quickly, she saw the older girl standing there. "I'm not so worried about witches." she replied, slowly taking her hands out of her pockets and letting them hang at her sides. Trying to keep her tone light and casual, she said "Is there a problem? I'm not looking for a fight, you know." Normally she wouldn't be so cautious, but something about this girl seemed...off. "You have sharp senses." she noted. "Most people can't tell that I'm a magi."</s> <\|message\|>Chloe Hartmann Shoving her hands in her pockets, Chloe gazed up at the sky innocently. "Didn't say nothing like that, ma'am, though thanks for reaffirming my belief." She let her eyes return to the girl in front of her. "I'm not exactly in the mood for a throwdown myself, but there's just certain things you can't be too careful of, you know. In my case, I've gotta watch my own back. You with the city? Or are you one of those rogues I've heard so much about these days?" Chloe kept her face totally blank of expression for the time being. She wasn't really sure why she was egging this girl on before she even knew the girl's name. Perhaps she was just more stressed out than she was willing to admit. Either way, something in her brain, her programming, was compelling her to keep speaking instead of just moving on like she would any other day.</s> <\|message\|>Yume Fubuki Yume frowned. How could she have made an assumption like that? Things like this always seemed to happen when she was trying to stay out of trouble. "I don't know how to respond to your question. Just being careful, as you said." She spoke mostly without emotion, but a hint of humor seemed to creep its way in nevertheless. "Do you have a name, or is that classified?" As much as this other girl seemed untrustworthy, Yume still was a bit curious about her.</s> <\|message\|>Alexandra Hertz book of bad juju@TrixyTrix The Grief Seed, so recently harvested, drew in the despair that it was being fed like a sponge, the jewel growing progressively blacker as it accumulated. Such a tactic was extremely reckless and dangerous, since the outcome of a Grief Seed was something every Magical Girl was familiar with. And with how it was being fed by the flow of despair from Violetta, who knew how powerful it might end up? Though Violetta tried to divorce herself of the object before it could go further, it was too late. The Grief Seed twinkled, it's flight arrested in midair as the air itself rippled and flexed, before a wave of darkness rushed out, engulfing both magical girls and the immediate area, twisting and shaping reality. When it faded, they would find themselves in a winter wonderland. In the distance chimney stacks jutted into the sky, puffing out clouds that turned into falling snow. Closer to home, trees of glass and ice made a forest, cut by interspersed paths that disoriented and made maneuvering difficult with the inversion of 'up' and 'down. As it stood now, the fight had been put on hold in favor of locating each other, if either magical girl was willing to do that. No familiars appeared yet, the Witch still apparently in the process of generating them, but it would not be long. And if they stayed transformed, it would not be long until the familiars tracked them down. But given the situation, that might be a risk worth taking. One could never say for sure, in the uncertainty of a Witches Labrynth</s> <\|message\|>Chloe Hartmann Chloe frowned. "Rude to respond to a question with a question, girl. That's just bad play." She had to think about how to respond to this turn of events, or whether she wanted to respond at all. "...No, not classified. It just doesn't mean anything. Name's Chloe, if you must know." This girl seemed reticent, though given Chloe's all-too-sudden approach from the darkness, she supposed it was probably natural. "If you're not with Aurora, it's dangerous to be out at night because it's easier to start a fight. The agents here'll kill ya. But if you are, well, I suppose I'm the one who's potentially getting killed tonight, aren't I? That's dangerous for me. So you and me meeing, see, that's either a super bad omen, or else," Chloe leaned a little closer, though she was standing pretty far away in the first place, "maybe it's 'destiny.'" Chloe grinned, all teeth like a hungry shark. Something about the way this person had responded had set off her mischief sensor, and what had potentially been an average nightly encounter had turned into an opportunity for play. And like a puppy, even when she was exhausted, Chloe could always make time to play with toys.</s> <\|message\|>Eponine Hassane "Understood, Lady Maria," Eponine said. Though her emotionless expression had returned, conviction could be seen in her eyes. She saluted Maria and left the hall. Fantine, meanwhile had struggled at trying to stand at attention, while watching Eponine lose her temper and composure. Fantine had wanted to run over and comfort her sister, but she didn't know if anything she could have done would have helped. Since Eponine became a magical girl, she had grown extremely distant. Fantine knew Eponine still cared for her, but Eponine bore all the burden, while Fantine felt powerless. Fantine couldn't care less whether Eponine served Aurora or Maria, Fantine merely wished to support her sister whatever her choice was, but she found no way to support her except smiling and pretending everything was fine, pretend she didn't see what being a magical girl had done to Eponine. Fantine steeled herself and made sure she wasn't crying, but took a few quick glances at Maria, wondering if their lady actually cared about them as she professed or if she was just playing her game of thrones. --- A while later, Eponine arrived at the industrial sector where Violetta was supposed to be. As she neared, she sensed the presence of a witch's barrier. She took out her soul gem and followed its directions leading her past an abandoned lab with a giant boulder and fresh scorch marks; signs of Violetta's presence. As she wandered around, the space around her began to warp, meaning that she was either getting closer, the barrier was expanding, or both. Soon she was struck by what could only be described a snow-blindness as she entered the barrier. While her eyes adjusted to the sudden brightness, she didn't blink, which would have been the normal reflex action to have were it not for the fact that Eponine's sense of pain was severely dulled. Eponine figured Violetta was probably in the barrier as well, which would explain her lack of updates. Eponine transformed, and pulled out a hammer. Eponine wondered how she was going to find Violetta in this muffled, snowy mess.</s> <\|message\|>Maria Goethe Maria took a deep breath and started to laugh. She wanted to release the tension she had from the negotiation she had done with both new and old allies, and how she has irrevocably chosen her destiny, for good and bad. For a moment she felt like she was elevated to a point above human consciousness, and could see the many futures that awaited. She quickly stopped, and turned towards Fantine. "Fantine, you may not have realized this, but I am in quite an enjoyable mood today. Would you like to try and guess why that is?" She enjoyed hearing others share the deeds she has done, and the feats she may accomplish, such was her hubris at moments like this.</s> <\|message\|>Fantine Hassane Fantine was a bit taken aback by Maria's question. Recruiting (sort of) Chloe was something Maria probably could be proud of, but Fantine didn't see that keeping Eponine's loyalty was something Maria should gloat about. If anything, Maria should be showing relief at having kept Eponine's loyalty, and maybe even a little shaken that she had risked losing it in the first place, but the way Maria asked this question implied that she felt neither. Of course, Fantine chose to indulge Maria's question, "If I were to guess, I think you're happy because you managed to make that other magical girl join you." Fantine chose to leave Eponine out of her response. She hadn't seen her sister so emotional for a long time, and didn't like how it seemed that Maria was taking such a powerful and shaking moment for Eponine and chalking it up as another 'achievement'. Though perhaps Fantine was misreading Maria's demeanor; Maria's response may reveal something else.</s>	<\|message\|>Maria Goethe "Yes, that is correct. Truth be told, I was worried there for a minute, since there were factors into the rogue even I could not foresee. But that is in the past, and I'd rather look forwards to the future." She paused for a bit, and then leaned on the arms of her wheelchair with her elbows, her fingers clasped under her chin. Her eyes looked misty. "I'm also happy your sister understood me, despite having kept this from her. She is one of the few people I would never want to turn against me; what remains of my heart would be broken even further."</s>
<\|description\|>Maria Goethe Age: 15 Gender: Female Appearance: Maria uses a wheelchair to feign the appearance of a paraplegic. She uses her magic to move the wheelchair around. Personality: Maria casts an outward appearance of a cheery, kind girl, always smiling while talking in a bubbly voice. However, beneath this social mask lies a mind broken by years of abuse into a dark and ruthless girl, her empathy withered away and her trust in other people hard to come by, devolving into paranoia when she is stressed. She has a fear of inferiority, and combats this by being driven by her lust for power, her ambition being her escape from the creeping despair that silently clutches her heart. While she keeps a sociable appearance about herself, in truth she doesn't have a lot of friends, and keeps her relationships with other people strictly as business. However, she has started to grow fond of her maid Fantine, and won't tolerate any cases of her mistreatment. Bio: Maria was thrown into an orphanage before she could even remember the faces of her parents, who died shortly after her birth. She was brutally beaten and abused at a regular pace by the personnel there. However, before she was driven to an abyss of despair, she met a boy by the name of Klaus there, who promised to protect her and get them out of the orphanage. In time, she developed feelings for the boy. One night they attempted an escape, but were about to be caught when Maria met an Incubator. Seeing that Klaus was caught, she made her wish and the two of them escaped successfully. Later, Klaus was caught by an anti-MG mob and tortured to death due to his connections to Magical Girls after following Maria. Maria found out about this, and became determined to rule the world and take revenge on the people who took Klaus away from him, by any means possible. Over the following years, Maria managed to worm her way to the position of a lieutenant in the Aurora City Authority through her persuasion skills, guile and political maneuvers, even resorting to underhanded tactics such as backstabbing and using torture to squeeze valuable secrets out of any hapless victim she managed to capture alive. Of course, she doesn't plan on stopping there, either... Her domain includes the territory of a magical girl named Eponine, who has requested her home to be placed under Maria's, and by extension, Aurora's protection and rule and that her sister is given a place of refuge in Maria's HQ. In return, Maria demanded Eponine to swear fealty to her, and that Fantine will serve as her personal maid. Allegiance: Aurora City Authority Theme: A Stranger I Remain Skills: Maria could be said to have a silver tongue, for she is very convincing and manipulative with her words, sprouting seeds of doubt and despair in any heart she can pierce with her angelic voice. She also has a profound knowledge of politics and tactics, and specializes in psychological warfare. Weapons: Maria keeps a small dagger under her dress as a paranoid measure, though due to her status as a Magical Girl, rarely uses it. Other: Maria loves sweet things such as cakes and cookies, and spends a lot of her free time snacking on them. Magical Girl Appearance: Maria keeps her eye-design and creepy demeanour while as a Magical Girl. Her costume also has more shades of dark-green and black. Wish: "I wish to move Klaus away from his fate." Weapons: A scythe with an intricate, flowery design going from the hilt all the way to the blade's end. Can be manipulated to change the position of the blade, making for a surprisingly adaptive weapon despite its unwieldiness. Powers: Telekinesis. Maria may use her magic to control the movement of any object or person in her line of sight, including herself. For example, she can fly through the air, throw and draw distant targets and even freeze people in place. However, she needs to have one of her hands unoccupied and spread open for her to cast the magic from her palm and her fingers for multitasking and subtle movements, making her unable to use this power if her hands are unusable or occupied. Breaking her focus also results in the spell's canceling. She may also perform a Force Choke-like spell on normal humans which Magical Girls are immune to.</s> <\|message\|>Maria Goethe Maria took a deep breath and started to laugh. She wanted to release the tension she had from the negotiation she had done with both new and old allies, and how she has irrevocably chosen her destiny, for good and bad. For a moment she felt like she was elevated to a point above human consciousness, and could see the many futures that awaited. She quickly stopped, and turned towards Fantine. "Fantine, you may not have realized this, but I am in quite an enjoyable mood today. Would you like to try and guess why that is?" She enjoyed hearing others share the deeds she has done, and the feats she may accomplish, such was her hubris at moments like this.</s> <\|message\|>Fantine Hassane Fantine was a bit taken aback by Maria's question. Recruiting (sort of) Chloe was something Maria probably could be proud of, but Fantine didn't see that keeping Eponine's loyalty was something Maria should gloat about. If anything, Maria should be showing relief at having kept Eponine's loyalty, and maybe even a little shaken that she had risked losing it in the first place, but the way Maria asked this question implied that she felt neither. Of course, Fantine chose to indulge Maria's question, "If I were to guess, I think you're happy because you managed to make that other magical girl join you." Fantine chose to leave Eponine out of her response. She hadn't seen her sister so emotional for a long time, and didn't like how it seemed that Maria was taking such a powerful and shaking moment for Eponine and chalking it up as another 'achievement'. Though perhaps Fantine was misreading Maria's demeanor; Maria's response may reveal something else.</s> <\|message\|>Maria Goethe "Yes, that is correct. Truth be told, I was worried there for a minute, since there were factors into the rogue even I could not foresee. But that is in the past, and I'd rather look forwards to the future." She paused for a bit, and then leaned on the arms of her wheelchair with her elbows, her fingers clasped under her chin. Her eyes looked misty. "I'm also happy your sister understood me, despite having kept this from her. She is one of the few people I would never want to turn against me; what remains of my heart would be broken even further."</s> <\|message\|>Alexandra Hertz Algorithm The Witches Barrier stretched out before her, a snowy wonderland with glittering, icy trees that lined the sides of snow covered paths. Behind the winter wonderland one could see the hint of industry, the smokestacks on the horizon pumping out snow, and the bricks that popped up occasionally. A Barrier was the mix of a Witches nature, as well as the location it was in, and that was easy to determine now. But at this point it probably didn't matter to Eponine. At this point there were no Familiars, though doubtlessly she would find them further inside. They were naturally less prevalent towards the edges, especially if it was a newly formed Witch. She would have more of a problem with the environment itself, patches of ice beneath the snow, the light hiding steep drops and dead ends. Even her sense of direction would be affected, the land itself shifting around her, a winter wonderland thrown into mind boggling maze that she would have to traverse to the center of the barrier, or to wherever Violetta might be. And it wasn't as if the other girl was helping in that regard. She'd just have to do the best she could before things got worse in here.</s> <\|message\|>Eponine Hassane Because Maria showed weakness by saying that her heart would break if Eponine turned against her, Fantine reassessed how she viewed Maria. "I'm sure that in the beginning, Eponine served you only so she could protect me. I think I can say with confidence that that is no longer the case. Despite the walls she puts up around her, Eponine cares for you too. The two of us will never leave your side." --- If Violetta was in here as Eponine surmised, then the best way to find her was to head for the center. Eponine looked down as a slight jab of terror flashed through her. She had no idea what would happen if she lost her footing and fell into the sky, but just thinking about it made it difficult just to keep balance. Heights were not Eponine's strong point; her preferred method of fighting was being completely grounded and using her stability to her advantage. She was also not so good when it came to mobility, jumping from upside-down tree branch to upside-down tree branch would be a difficult chore requiring more magic than most other magical girls needed to use for such a feat. Eponine started dashing forward, taking careful jumps, trying not to be too wasteful of her magic, though she slipped a few times and used a bit of magic to give herself the little boost she needed to make it to the next branch. Eponine hoped she could make it to the buildings where she could at least stand on the ceiling before being assaulted by familiars.</s> <\|message\|>Maria Goethe Maria levitated a cup to her hand. "Thank you. It has been a long time since I've heard those words. They remind me of him..." Maria lapsed into a memory. It was a time when she was wandering the streets with Klaus. Despite having turned into one of the magi, the hated empresses of this world, he was still there, by her side. He wanted to protect her from all the violence and death that would inevitably follow the life of one touched by the Incubators. But I was wrong. I was the one who should have been protecting him. She remembered the day she found him, mangled and broken, his limbs twisted and blood flowing from his mouth like a stream. The horrors she faced at the orphanage were nothing compared to the suffering she felt at that exact moment, the moment where she realized there was no innocence left in the world, no hope for any happiness as long as people were free to do evil. She decided she would be above it all, above the pain, above the grief. Before she realized it, Maria crushed the cup in her hand, causing bloody shards to drop down on the floor. She now looked at her crimson palm pierced by ceramic barbs, her eyes quivering, not out of physical pain, but the pain her memories brought her. The hand was slowly regenerating due to her magical curse, but the shards stayed stuck to her hand, like they were naturally jutting out in a gross fashion out of her flesh. "Fantine, do you see what this is?" She showed her bloody hand to her. She wanted her to see what it was like to be cursed with magic, to understand that it was not pure magic, but corruption that flowed through their veins.</s> <\|message\|>Eponine Hassane "I understand, Lady Maria," Fantine said, while looking at Maria's bloody hand. "Eponine has also warned me against contracting, though sometimes I wish I could share your burdens. But that would only make Eponine worry even more." --- While Eponine was jumping branch to branch, one icy branch broke under her weight. As she fell, she hooked one end of her hammer onto a branch to catch herself, fortunately, though the branch strained, it did not break. Eponine watched as the branch that had broken continued to crash downwards into the infinite sky, as the terror of falling forever seized her. She shakily puled herself back up, using a bit of magic to compensate for upper body strength that she did not have. Once secure on the branch, she took a few breaths to steady herself. In this slow, dangerous manner, Eponine finally made it to one of the factories that spewed out endless streams of smoke that turned into snow that fell upwards. The branch she was on was close enough to a window of the factory, so she threw a hammer through it, creating a loud noise as glass shattered into the factory. Without thinking, she threw herself through the open window, glad to finally have something stable to stand on, though her jump was less than spot on, as her arm slid against a broken shard of window pane, and the ceiling of the factory was a lot further from the window than she thought. She plummeted down and landed hard on the ceiling. Things in her body felt horribly wrong, slight pain mixed with the memory of more intense pain she could no longer feel stabbed through her as she got back to her feet, shambling forward for a few moments like a zombie until she fell back to the ground. Even though her magic was defensive and even though she could not feel pain, it didn't mean that she didn't sustain damage normally, nor did it mean that she healed any faster than other magical girls. She lay there for a while contemplating her stupidity, as she healed. However now that she was closer to the center, there was a pretty high likelihood that she would be running into familiars, or even the witch itself fairly soon. She hoped her bones had knit by then.</s>	<\|message\|>Maria Goethe "And for a good reason," Maria said as she used her magic to rip the shards off and reopened her wounds, causing a bit of blood to sprinkle on the two of them. Maria didn't flinch, and continued without hesitation: "The path of a magical girl is filled with nothing but despair. Only those with a strong will last for long once changed by the Incubators, and even then they would have to survive the numerous witches and other magi that they will inevitably meet in battle. But here you are safe, free from the fires of war. The moment you contract you will lose that freedom forever. Remember that," Maria said, before she left the dining hall and went to clean herself up.</s>
<\|description\|>Maria Goethe Age: 15 Gender: Female Appearance: Maria uses a wheelchair to feign the appearance of a paraplegic. She uses her magic to move the wheelchair around. Personality: Maria casts an outward appearance of a cheery, kind girl, always smiling while talking in a bubbly voice. However, beneath this social mask lies a mind broken by years of abuse into a dark and ruthless girl, her empathy withered away and her trust in other people hard to come by, devolving into paranoia when she is stressed. She has a fear of inferiority, and combats this by being driven by her lust for power, her ambition being her escape from the creeping despair that silently clutches her heart. While she keeps a sociable appearance about herself, in truth she doesn't have a lot of friends, and keeps her relationships with other people strictly as business. However, she has started to grow fond of her maid Fantine, and won't tolerate any cases of her mistreatment. Bio: Maria was thrown into an orphanage before she could even remember the faces of her parents, who died shortly after her birth. She was brutally beaten and abused at a regular pace by the personnel there. However, before she was driven to an abyss of despair, she met a boy by the name of Klaus there, who promised to protect her and get them out of the orphanage. In time, she developed feelings for the boy. One night they attempted an escape, but were about to be caught when Maria met an Incubator. Seeing that Klaus was caught, she made her wish and the two of them escaped successfully. Later, Klaus was caught by an anti-MG mob and tortured to death due to his connections to Magical Girls after following Maria. Maria found out about this, and became determined to rule the world and take revenge on the people who took Klaus away from him, by any means possible. Over the following years, Maria managed to worm her way to the position of a lieutenant in the Aurora City Authority through her persuasion skills, guile and political maneuvers, even resorting to underhanded tactics such as backstabbing and using torture to squeeze valuable secrets out of any hapless victim she managed to capture alive. Of course, she doesn't plan on stopping there, either... Her domain includes the territory of a magical girl named Eponine, who has requested her home to be placed under Maria's, and by extension, Aurora's protection and rule and that her sister is given a place of refuge in Maria's HQ. In return, Maria demanded Eponine to swear fealty to her, and that Fantine will serve as her personal maid. Allegiance: Aurora City Authority Theme: A Stranger I Remain Skills: Maria could be said to have a silver tongue, for she is very convincing and manipulative with her words, sprouting seeds of doubt and despair in any heart she can pierce with her angelic voice. She also has a profound knowledge of politics and tactics, and specializes in psychological warfare. Weapons: Maria keeps a small dagger under her dress as a paranoid measure, though due to her status as a Magical Girl, rarely uses it. Other: Maria loves sweet things such as cakes and cookies, and spends a lot of her free time snacking on them. Magical Girl Appearance: Maria keeps her eye-design and creepy demeanour while as a Magical Girl. Her costume also has more shades of dark-green and black. Wish: "I wish to move Klaus away from his fate." Weapons: A scythe with an intricate, flowery design going from the hilt all the way to the blade's end. Can be manipulated to change the position of the blade, making for a surprisingly adaptive weapon despite its unwieldiness. Powers: Telekinesis. Maria may use her magic to control the movement of any object or person in her line of sight, including herself. For example, she can fly through the air, throw and draw distant targets and even freeze people in place. However, she needs to have one of her hands unoccupied and spread open for her to cast the magic from her palm and her fingers for multitasking and subtle movements, making her unable to use this power if her hands are unusable or occupied. Breaking her focus also results in the spell's canceling. She may also perform a Force Choke-like spell on normal humans which Magical Girls are immune to.</s> <\|message\|>Alexandra Hertz Algorithm@The book of bad juju The inside of the factory became a maelstrom of fire and combat as Violetta cut lose with her flamethrower, sending gouts of fire about. With her and Eponine working together, ostensibly even though there was no sign of it, these familiars didn't stand a chance. All they had going for them was their numbers, and that didn't mean much in the fact of what was being thrown at them. Soon enough the Familiars had been burned out or destroyed, leaving the two in the on fire factory. The sound of creaking metal could be heard as fire licked at it. Even with the foes gone, they didn't seem to be out of danger just yet. And if they wanted to get out, or to find the Witch, they would have no choice but to move on from this factory and back into the dazzlingly twisted, snowy labyrinth. --- Time passed by relatively undisturbed for Maria once she had finished her meeting with Chloe, having come a step closer to furthering her plans for eventual rule. If there was a conflict or fight she would hear of it, and in the meanwhile she would be merely forced to wait for some news from Eponine, if her subordinate was in a position where she could give it. For now though, the time of the month that she most likely hated rolled around. Specifically, that point where she would have to make the trek to the center of the city and Alexandra's base of operations, to pay tax from the Grief Seeds she had collected from her territory to her ruler. Much as she might despise it, it was a duty she had to fulfill. And she would have to get a move on soon if she wanted to make it in a timely fashion. Being late could be taken as an insult, which would not do well for her if she was trying to keep her head down until the time for her coup came. But in the end that was her decision.</s> <\|message\|>Maria Goethe Water splashed in a sizable tub as Maria was taking a relaxing foam bath. She was thinking about what she spoke with Fantine, and made bubbles. She realized she went a bit overboard with showcasing her powers since she made quite a mess of herself, but she assured herself it was good for keeping discipline. Fantine has been a while in the household, but she hasn't really seen the extent of her magical powers until now. She lifted her leg, and sighed. After she was done, Maria had her clothing fly out of the drawers and cupboards, and dressed herself in a fashion reminiscent of a transformation sequence, her dress and socks flying into place without a moment's reprieve. She went to the basement, and beyond the grotesque "Playroom" and jail cells was a sturdy door. Maria placed her hand on a scanner, typed in the password, and the door opened to reveal a storage room containing rows of crates. A black sun was marked on the sides of the crates. We've fallen back a bit on the quota, so that makes only 3 or so possible deliveries before I've run out. But it won't matter in the long run, of course. I have just enough to make my dreams reality. With a flick of her fingers, many rows of crates started to float, led on by her finger as she rolled out of the basement and outside, where pick-up trucks were waiting along with their drivers and the guards, who saluted in sync once they spotted her coming. She placed the crates inside the vehicles, and had herself and her wheelchair moved into the green van at the front, which was accessorized and rich-looking. "To Alexandra's tower," She commanded the driver.</s> <\|message\|>Violetta FitzCarraldo. (Veee oh-let-ter, not Vayyy-oh-let-ter. She gets annoyed if you mispronounce it.) She bounced and bounced and bounced for a while before she noticed the area was considerably less bunny-infested then it had been. She stopped, which is quite hard to do when jumping from wall to wall while cackling and spewing flame everywhere. She ended up pointing the flame machine in front of her and using the recoil to slow her down, even if it meant getting her twintails singed. She glanced around, pointedly, trying to not let the hellhound get behind her. She trusted her amount as much as she could throw her hammer, even if nominally they had the same employer. Oh yeah, that reminded her. She pulled out her soul gem from it's hiding location and glanced at it, before putting it back somewhere undisclosed, where it wouldn't be sniped at. No real drain. She'd still have enough to kill a witch even if the Valkyrie's did arrive on time. There was only one enemy left, in her hamster ball. She waved at the transluscent shimmering shield, and spoke up. "You finished in there, Hellhound? Some of us have a witch to kill."</s> <\|message\|>Eponine Hassane Eponine looked around the factory, noticing that they had cleared it of familiars. She was somewhat disappointed to see that the witch was nowhere in sight. She had assumed the factory was the center of the labyrinth and that they would find the witch here. She really didn't want to have to fight in the inverted forest. Eponine looked up at Violetta. She wanted to chide the girl for not assuming formation with her, but decided to just stay quiet. "Coming," Eponine replied to Violetta, though instead of jumping up to a window to leave, Eponine merely took out her frustration on the wall of the factory, hammering open a crumbling hole through which to leave the factory, and reenter the forest of inverted ice trees.</s> <\|message\|>Violetta FitzCarraldo. (Veee oh-let-ter, not Vayyy-oh-let-ter. She gets annoyed if you mispronounce it.) Violetta lept, and took purchase on the upside down windowsill. The vast and slightly shimmery landscape of the forest was all she could see for miles around this building, and for some reason that made her nervous. How big could a witch's labyrinth get? And what would happen when she reached the other end, would she get spat out into the real world? Or would she just bump head first into an invisible wall mid-jump and plummet to her death? She glanced down, and tightened her grip on the window. A view like that could give an albatross vertigo. Maybe the witch was down there, conveniently placing itself just where a normal human would fall and a magical girl would stay up. But nah, Michelle hadn't been that smart in life. Was she? Violetta lept from trunk to trunk, more out of boredom then anything. It'd be so easy to just nudge a bunny around here and send it plummeting to their death or whatever familliars had instead. She, Violetta would just have to wander around till she found the witch,. Maybe she could antagonize the other two girls if they ended meeting each other again. That would be fun. It was always a source of personal annoyance that the only real power that was capable of fighting the Authority to any significant degree skulked around in the shadows rather then fight. It seemed such an inefficient way of going about things. Violetta dreamed at night of ranks and files. Of sorties and rooftop-to-rooftop duels and carpet bombings of grief seeds ready to blow. People could get behind a good war. It gave people something to do, and something to die for. Nobody makes mortal sacrifices in peacetime. It happens twice a day in a good fight. She stepped on an upside down branch and pressed on.</s> <\|message\|>Eponine Hassane Eponine followed Violetta out into the trees, and once again, went from branch to branch very slowly due to her difficulty with acrobatics. Eponine thought about how Violetta's weapon might be able to melt the trees here. It would be very powerful, but very dangerous: it would be a great tactical advantage to be able to destroy the enemy's environment, but she risked destroying her own in the process. Eponine wondered where this witch was, and where the other magical girl was.</s> <\|message\|>Alexandra Hertz Algorithm@The book of bad juju@TrixyTrix The factories were left behind once more as the two magical girls moved away from the factory and back into the mix of upside down trees. The previous domain had always been the backdrop of the scene, never the center of the labyrinth, so it would take more investigation for the two of them to find what they were looking for. And with the enmity between the two of them, it didn't help matters in the slightest. Still, it was relatively easy going beyond possibly falling into the sky. Familiars occasionally showed up, but those bunny Familiars were as easily brushed aside as they had been in the factory, making things easier for the two of them. Soon the path would change, the trees they jumped on rising into the sky and footing becoming all the more treacherous as a result. Branches met and tangled, providing paths that one could take, though one still had to be careful of the ice. And soon enough they would spot their destination, or at least a likely one for where the Witch could be; a ball of ice lattices hanging in the 'sky' waiting for them. It was likely that that was where the Witch could be found. --- "Yes ma'am," the driver replied with a nod. With Maria inside, the engine revved and the convoy set off through the city and towards Alexandra's dwelling. It drew plenty of attention along the way as the several vehicles drove along, which was unsurprising given the importance of the transport. All were aware that the trucks following were carrying the Grief Seeds that served as tribute, and none were stupid enough to risk earning the ire of both Alexandra and Maria by attacking it. The ride was otherwise quiet as they moved along, giving Maria time to think. There was the occasional checkpoint, but the sight of her was generally all that was needed to get them through. It was practically routine, her intentions notwithstanding. Soon Alexandra's tower approached, a beacon amidst smaller buildings that breached the skyline. If Maria's dwelling was a base, then the tower itself was practically a fortress, more than able to drive off an attack by terrorists or by a magical girl. A concentrated assault would do damage, but the odds of that sort of thing happening were slim at best. Still, guards would stiffen to attention as the trucks pulled to a stop, and Maria could exit as she wished in front of the tower. Time to get this show going.</s>	<\|message\|>Maria Goethe Maria rolled out of the van, and kept a hand over her brow as she looked up at the tower that was bathing in sunlight. She feasted her eyes on the magnificence of the building, the throne of power in Aurora. Though she has seen it many times, having made numerous trips not only due to tax deliveries but also occasional conferences, it was the first time she saw something completely new in the beauty of its architecture. Ahh, yes. Soon the winds of fate carry a new queen to the top of this bastion. Soon... She approached the tower guards with her usual happy self and made the routine decree: "By the order of Her Highness, Queen Alexandra, her humble servant Maria Goethe has come to pay tribute." Seeing that these guards were a new shift, she made a show of her magic, and had the crates float out of the trucks and slowly spin around in a circle far above her head.</s>
<\|description\|>Maria Goethe Age: 15 Gender: Female Appearance: Maria uses a wheelchair to feign the appearance of a paraplegic. She uses her magic to move the wheelchair around. Personality: Maria casts an outward appearance of a cheery, kind girl, always smiling while talking in a bubbly voice. However, beneath this social mask lies a mind broken by years of abuse into a dark and ruthless girl, her empathy withered away and her trust in other people hard to come by, devolving into paranoia when she is stressed. She has a fear of inferiority, and combats this by being driven by her lust for power, her ambition being her escape from the creeping despair that silently clutches her heart. While she keeps a sociable appearance about herself, in truth she doesn't have a lot of friends, and keeps her relationships with other people strictly as business. However, she has started to grow fond of her maid Fantine, and won't tolerate any cases of her mistreatment. Bio: Maria was thrown into an orphanage before she could even remember the faces of her parents, who died shortly after her birth. She was brutally beaten and abused at a regular pace by the personnel there. However, before she was driven to an abyss of despair, she met a boy by the name of Klaus there, who promised to protect her and get them out of the orphanage. In time, she developed feelings for the boy. One night they attempted an escape, but were about to be caught when Maria met an Incubator. Seeing that Klaus was caught, she made her wish and the two of them escaped successfully. Later, Klaus was caught by an anti-MG mob and tortured to death due to his connections to Magical Girls after following Maria. Maria found out about this, and became determined to rule the world and take revenge on the people who took Klaus away from him, by any means possible. Over the following years, Maria managed to worm her way to the position of a lieutenant in the Aurora City Authority through her persuasion skills, guile and political maneuvers, even resorting to underhanded tactics such as backstabbing and using torture to squeeze valuable secrets out of any hapless victim she managed to capture alive. Of course, she doesn't plan on stopping there, either... Her domain includes the territory of a magical girl named Eponine, who has requested her home to be placed under Maria's, and by extension, Aurora's protection and rule and that her sister is given a place of refuge in Maria's HQ. In return, Maria demanded Eponine to swear fealty to her, and that Fantine will serve as her personal maid. Allegiance: Aurora City Authority Theme: A Stranger I Remain Skills: Maria could be said to have a silver tongue, for she is very convincing and manipulative with her words, sprouting seeds of doubt and despair in any heart she can pierce with her angelic voice. She also has a profound knowledge of politics and tactics, and specializes in psychological warfare. Weapons: Maria keeps a small dagger under her dress as a paranoid measure, though due to her status as a Magical Girl, rarely uses it. Other: Maria loves sweet things such as cakes and cookies, and spends a lot of her free time snacking on them. Magical Girl Appearance: Maria keeps her eye-design and creepy demeanour while as a Magical Girl. Her costume also has more shades of dark-green and black. Wish: "I wish to move Klaus away from his fate." Weapons: A scythe with an intricate, flowery design going from the hilt all the way to the blade's end. Can be manipulated to change the position of the blade, making for a surprisingly adaptive weapon despite its unwieldiness. Powers: Telekinesis. Maria may use her magic to control the movement of any object or person in her line of sight, including herself. For example, she can fly through the air, throw and draw distant targets and even freeze people in place. However, she needs to have one of her hands unoccupied and spread open for her to cast the magic from her palm and her fingers for multitasking and subtle movements, making her unable to use this power if her hands are unusable or occupied. Breaking her focus also results in the spell's canceling. She may also perform a Force Choke-like spell on normal humans which Magical Girls are immune to.</s> <\|message\|>Maria Goethe Maria was amused by the nervousness of the guards, and rightly so. An occasional trick or two is good for keeping appearances, not letting even close servants forget their inferiority. Maria was glad to see Caroline was punctual as always, and returned her greeting in customary manner. She gently placed the crates down, and followed after Caroline, rolling into the elevator once prompted. It wasn't that uncommon for Alexandra to want a quick report, since it was convenient to do so as part of the tax delivery, though more serious discussions about Aurora were made during conferences, where more Nobles were attending. Maria had absolutely no reason to decline, even if she was going to meet the very person she was later going to usurp the throne from eye-to-eye. Regular commoners may have enjoyed small talk when going up such a long way, but the both of them knew they were far above such impolite nonsense. Maria spent the time quietly listening to the almost silent humming of the elevator as it rose up.</s> <\|message\|>Eponine Hassane Eponine had half-expected to land on the tiny ice planetoid, and that the witch would come hovering over the horizon to attack her, so she was slightly surprised to have actually broken through the surface, though she did manage to land on her feet and activate her shield right before making impact with the far side of the inner wall of the ice sphere. When the witch launched icicles at her, Eponine reactively enabled her shield to shrug off the projectiles, feeling her magic drop for each icicle that bounced off of her. She looked up expectantly, waiting for Violetta to jump down, melt a hole through the ice ball and join her in her fight against the witch. It took a moment before it dawned on Eponine that Violetta may not be joining her as soon as she liked, and standing there looking upwards only made Eponine an easy target for the hostile magical abomination directly above her. Dodging another flurry of icicles, Eponine summoned a second hammer and began spinning in place like a top, her arms outstretched, swing the hammers. After gaining enough rotational inertia, she tilted her spin slightly and launched one, and then the other hammer at the witch, hoping to do some damage. Before the hammers hit, Eponine summoned another hammer and prepared for a retaliation from Byrea.</s> <\|message\|>Violetta FitzCarraldo. (Veee oh-let-ter, not Vayyy-oh-let-ter. She gets annoyed if you mispronounce it.) Violetta glanced up from her packet of chewing tobacco, and glared. Her gaze was met by two blankly soulless coal eyes inset roughly halfway up a small sphere of snow that, in spite of gravity, was perched on the end of the crystalline twig. The thing slid towards her, slowly. It took a moment for her to properly understand how the snowman had skewered itself onto the trees branches. They were learning. Obviously, too many familliars had fallen into the sky for her to keep on doing that forever. Violetta tried not to feel a little impressed at that feat of reasoning and just melted the thing in a puff of liquid burning.. The earmuffs twirled in the breeze as they fell away, before the fire burned even that. Still, lesson learned. Don't mess about in a witch's labyrinth, because it's not a circus. Tall imposing carnival folk with masks and alibis and a desire to take young girls somewhere where their parents would never find them were the least threatening thing here. Violetta tried to supress that little memory and stood up, pocketing the wad of tobacco. She bounded down to the ice sphere, and landed softly on the thing close to the man-sized hole her comrade-in-arms had left in it. No reason to bother her now, she'd probably just get in the way. She glanced up, trying to fight the nausea of vertigo, and scanned the trees for any flash of purple in the white snow, while also keeping half an eye out any of those new snowman familiars.</s> <\|message\|>Alexandra Hertz The doors slid shut with both Maria and Caroline inside, and the elevator began it's rather rapid ascent. It was smooth nonetheless, and quet, since neither of them seemed willing or eager to engage in idle chit chat. There was certainly nothing wrong with that, Caroline devoted to her job and her guest undoubtedly planning what she was going to report to her superior. This sort of thing was done often, to aid Alexandra in keeping a firmer hold on the city, and it did not seem a habit she would stop soon. The elevator arrived with a 'ding', and Caroline stepped out, leading the way to where Alexandra awaited in continued silence. Stepping in front of the wooden door, she opened it, allowing Maria to enter, before going through herself. Beyond was an executive office, though whether it had served that purpose originally was anyone's guess. It offered a good look of the city from the windows, and a desk sat at one end, with papers, boos, and the other affairs of business. There was a more cordial atmosphere, less iron and authoritative, but still set up to remind you that the person behind the desk was in charge. Alexandra sat at the desk, wearing a pleasant, business minded smile as Caroline moved off to a corner, silently observing in case she needed to intervene. "Hello Maria," she began. "A pleasure as always. I hear things have been busy in your territory recently." Best to get the rumors and such out of the way first. --- Algorithm Byrea cried as she took the two hammer hits, smashing through ice pathways as she was knocked backwards. Her recovery was quick though, the broken ice already reforming itself into new pathways, new routes for her opponent to take if she wanted to try and get in close. There were no real signs of visible damage yet, but those were sure to come in time. And indeed a response came, jagged shards of ice flying once more down at her to either shatter or impale themselves, whether it be in the ice she stood on, her shield, or her own body. The Witch swooped amidst the orb of it's own making, disturbing chilled air as the fight continued. Eponine was going to have to do more damage if she wanted to turn this in her favor. --- book of bad juju@TrixyTrix The hole that Violetta stood by, created by her companion, had sealed up with new ice, and the ice she stood on creaked distressingly as well, whether it be a result of her weight, or the heat she gave off. Staying for too long in one place here would most likely result in her falling through to join Eponine, as the sound of fighting emanated from within the sphere. There was no sign of purple yet, as she looked, but the new snowmen Familiars would soon approach, cresting the horizon of the sphere as the weaker snow bunnies hopped along with them. It seemed that they were not about to give up on her, much as she might want to avoid fighting. Being this close to the Witch probably didn't help either. Still, things could be worse.</s>	<\|message\|>Maria Goethe Maria came closer until she deemed she was in a respectable distance to Alexandra's office, and then made a bow as a formal greeting. She then spoke with an air of grace and humbleness: "Your Highness, I am at your service." "They have been, Your Grace. There was a disturbance caused by a rogue magical girl, but my knights had it immediately taken care of." Maria didn't enjoy truckling to Alexandra, but she played her part like the talented actor she was. She knew not to let her true intentions come to light before their time, and none of it showed in her face; she has been honing her poker face for years, and nothing would sway her at this point. She was like a shark, staying deep under the water while she stalked her floating prey, before she would finally reveal themselves to the hapless victim. But for now, Maria would submit.</s>
<\|description\|>Maria Goethe Age: 15 Gender: Female Appearance: Maria uses a wheelchair to feign the appearance of a paraplegic. She uses her magic to move the wheelchair around. Personality: Maria casts an outward appearance of a cheery, kind girl, always smiling while talking in a bubbly voice. However, beneath this social mask lies a mind broken by years of abuse into a dark and ruthless girl, her empathy withered away and her trust in other people hard to come by, devolving into paranoia when she is stressed. She has a fear of inferiority, and combats this by being driven by her lust for power, her ambition being her escape from the creeping despair that silently clutches her heart. While she keeps a sociable appearance about herself, in truth she doesn't have a lot of friends, and keeps her relationships with other people strictly as business. However, she has started to grow fond of her maid Fantine, and won't tolerate any cases of her mistreatment. Bio: Maria was thrown into an orphanage before she could even remember the faces of her parents, who died shortly after her birth. She was brutally beaten and abused at a regular pace by the personnel there. However, before she was driven to an abyss of despair, she met a boy by the name of Klaus there, who promised to protect her and get them out of the orphanage. In time, she developed feelings for the boy. One night they attempted an escape, but were about to be caught when Maria met an Incubator. Seeing that Klaus was caught, she made her wish and the two of them escaped successfully. Later, Klaus was caught by an anti-MG mob and tortured to death due to his connections to Magical Girls after following Maria. Maria found out about this, and became determined to rule the world and take revenge on the people who took Klaus away from him, by any means possible. Over the following years, Maria managed to worm her way to the position of a lieutenant in the Aurora City Authority through her persuasion skills, guile and political maneuvers, even resorting to underhanded tactics such as backstabbing and using torture to squeeze valuable secrets out of any hapless victim she managed to capture alive. Of course, she doesn't plan on stopping there, either... Her domain includes the territory of a magical girl named Eponine, who has requested her home to be placed under Maria's, and by extension, Aurora's protection and rule and that her sister is given a place of refuge in Maria's HQ. In return, Maria demanded Eponine to swear fealty to her, and that Fantine will serve as her personal maid. Allegiance: Aurora City Authority Theme: A Stranger I Remain Skills: Maria could be said to have a silver tongue, for she is very convincing and manipulative with her words, sprouting seeds of doubt and despair in any heart she can pierce with her angelic voice. She also has a profound knowledge of politics and tactics, and specializes in psychological warfare. Weapons: Maria keeps a small dagger under her dress as a paranoid measure, though due to her status as a Magical Girl, rarely uses it. Other: Maria loves sweet things such as cakes and cookies, and spends a lot of her free time snacking on them. Magical Girl Appearance: Maria keeps her eye-design and creepy demeanour while as a Magical Girl. Her costume also has more shades of dark-green and black. Wish: "I wish to move Klaus away from his fate." Weapons: A scythe with an intricate, flowery design going from the hilt all the way to the blade's end. Can be manipulated to change the position of the blade, making for a surprisingly adaptive weapon despite its unwieldiness. Powers: Telekinesis. Maria may use her magic to control the movement of any object or person in her line of sight, including herself. For example, she can fly through the air, throw and draw distant targets and even freeze people in place. However, she needs to have one of her hands unoccupied and spread open for her to cast the magic from her palm and her fingers for multitasking and subtle movements, making her unable to use this power if her hands are unusable or occupied. Breaking her focus also results in the spell's canceling. She may also perform a Force Choke-like spell on normal humans which Magical Girls are immune to.</s> <\|message\|>Alexandra Hertz The doors slid shut with both Maria and Caroline inside, and the elevator began it's rather rapid ascent. It was smooth nonetheless, and quet, since neither of them seemed willing or eager to engage in idle chit chat. There was certainly nothing wrong with that, Caroline devoted to her job and her guest undoubtedly planning what she was going to report to her superior. This sort of thing was done often, to aid Alexandra in keeping a firmer hold on the city, and it did not seem a habit she would stop soon. The elevator arrived with a 'ding', and Caroline stepped out, leading the way to where Alexandra awaited in continued silence. Stepping in front of the wooden door, she opened it, allowing Maria to enter, before going through herself. Beyond was an executive office, though whether it had served that purpose originally was anyone's guess. It offered a good look of the city from the windows, and a desk sat at one end, with papers, boos, and the other affairs of business. There was a more cordial atmosphere, less iron and authoritative, but still set up to remind you that the person behind the desk was in charge. Alexandra sat at the desk, wearing a pleasant, business minded smile as Caroline moved off to a corner, silently observing in case she needed to intervene. "Hello Maria," she began. "A pleasure as always. I hear things have been busy in your territory recently." Best to get the rumors and such out of the way first. --- Algorithm Byrea cried as she took the two hammer hits, smashing through ice pathways as she was knocked backwards. Her recovery was quick though, the broken ice already reforming itself into new pathways, new routes for her opponent to take if she wanted to try and get in close. There were no real signs of visible damage yet, but those were sure to come in time. And indeed a response came, jagged shards of ice flying once more down at her to either shatter or impale themselves, whether it be in the ice she stood on, her shield, or her own body. The Witch swooped amidst the orb of it's own making, disturbing chilled air as the fight continued. Eponine was going to have to do more damage if she wanted to turn this in her favor. --- book of bad juju@TrixyTrix The hole that Violetta stood by, created by her companion, had sealed up with new ice, and the ice she stood on creaked distressingly as well, whether it be a result of her weight, or the heat she gave off. Staying for too long in one place here would most likely result in her falling through to join Eponine, as the sound of fighting emanated from within the sphere. There was no sign of purple yet, as she looked, but the new snowmen Familiars would soon approach, cresting the horizon of the sphere as the weaker snow bunnies hopped along with them. It seemed that they were not about to give up on her, much as she might want to avoid fighting. Being this close to the Witch probably didn't help either. Still, things could be worse.</s> <\|message\|>Maria Goethe Maria came closer until she deemed she was in a respectable distance to Alexandra's office, and then made a bow as a formal greeting. She then spoke with an air of grace and humbleness: "Your Highness, I am at your service." "They have been, Your Grace. There was a disturbance caused by a rogue magical girl, but my knights had it immediately taken care of." Maria didn't enjoy truckling to Alexandra, but she played her part like the talented actor she was. She knew not to let her true intentions come to light before their time, and none of it showed in her face; she has been honing her poker face for years, and nothing would sway her at this point. She was like a shark, staying deep under the water while she stalked her floating prey, before she would finally reveal themselves to the hapless victim. But for now, Maria would submit.</s> <\|message\|>Eponine Hassane Eponine looked upwards again, hoping Violetta would join her, but her anticipation was not answered. Eponine noted the slight damage her thrown hammers had done, which was somewhat expected. She swatted away two incoming icicles with her hammer, and activated her shield to defend from the rest. Eponine decided she needed to gain some height and started running along the ice columns interspersed within the sphere. She moved with more confidence and recklessness, since a mistake would only drop her to the bottom of the ball, instead of plummeting into the sky eternally. She also couldn't afford to be as slow as she was in the inverted trees or else the witch would be able to get some good hits on her, and Eponine was already feeling her soul gem darken from continued activation of her shield. As she tried to reach higher ground, Eponine tried to be smarter about avoiding the witch's icicle attacks, by hiding behind columns and dodging rather than relying too heavily on her shield. Once she was directly above the witch, she jumped down at it feet first, making her hammers longer and their heads bigger. She held her arms out horizontally, and once she was about to hit the witch, swung her hammers downward so that each hammerhead would connect at the same time her feet struck the closest thing that could resemble the witch's head. In this moment where her feet and the hammerheads impacted simultaneously, she activated her shield's rejection ability, multiplying the force of the impact. While her feet transferred force down vertically on the witch's head, the hammers, which swung in opposite arcs, dealt force horizontally, but on both sides of the witch's head, creating a three-way crushing force. Eponine bent her knees, crouching on top of the witch and surveyed the damage. If Byrea was about to retaliate, Eponine was already crouched and ready to leap off the witch at a moment's notice. If the witch was stunned, but not yet defeated, Eponine would press the offensive.</s> <\|message\|>Violetta FitzCarraldo. (Veee oh-let-ter, not Vayyy-oh-let-ter. She gets annoyed if you mispronounce it.) Nothing. Nothing there, either. Violetta paced, boots crunching against the ice, her gaze locked on the upside down horizon as her eyes scanned the thing. But all that served to do was to distract her from the snowman sneaking up on her, who managed to get close enough to sink his teeth into her arm. Unfortunately, the thing didn't seem to be bright enough to realize what happens when you puncture high-pressure canisters. She yelped as the bottom row of teeth dug into the unguarded back of her arm and dismissed the weapon. It vanished into sparkles, but the damage had been done already. The black tar-like substance burst out of where the weapon used to be, soaking into the thing's skin and making it look like it had bitten into an oil pipe. She couldn't set the snowman on fire, now. it'd take up the ball with them. Violetta took hopping steps back, reforming the flamethrower around her left hand. She scrabbled at the leathery belt buckles holding it in place, and finally managed to detach it from her hand, and grabbed the iron tube with both hand. She swung. A head-sized snowball landed some two feet away and rolled, leaving the ice and snow smeared with black. Not, admittedly the best melee weapon. She didn't need to do melee, she had other people to do that. Speaking of, where were they? She'd been in here long enough, what was taking the Valkyries so long?</s> <\|message\|>Alexandra Hertz Alexandra nodded as the report was given, returning Maria's look with a pleasant smile, as befitted those in the role of master over sometimes less than cooperative servants. But she knew how to play the game, and she would not stoop to unnecessary cruelty. Better to keep up an agreeable face. Perhaps they were sharks circling each other, but to any outside observer it would not seem that way. "Well, I am glad to hear that," she said once Maria had finished, indicating her approval as she relaxed a bit in her seat, shifting ever so slightly as she watched the wheelchair bound girl. "We can't have rogues running around inside Aurora, stealing Grief Seeds from the territory of Magical Girls just trying to live as best they can." It was better for all of them, since it lent the city more towards peace and stability, her preference on the whole. She tilted her head then, ever so slightly as her gaze narrowed almost imperceptibly. The game, to play your cards close and give away wheat you did and didn't know. Alexandra had her own informants, though she chose to leave things undisturbed, at least for the moment. "Is there anything else of note that you would like to report to me," she asked calmly, waiting to see what answer she would get. --- Algorithm Byrea continued their fight, crying aloud as icicles rained in scattered patterns, shattering against the ice as Eponine moved and dodged, heaving towards the Witch as it flew amongst the ice passageways inside it's sphere. At least there were no Familiars inside at the moment, which made things easier for her as she fought the Witch solo. At least she had the skill to combat this, besides the fact that the Witch didn't make things easy for her. But she managed to get in range and attack, blowing landing like thunder as she slammed the witch from three separate angles. It screeched and crumpled under the concurrent blows, the black ichor of it's blood spraying out as it practically collapsed. Ice shattered in loud noises as the battered Witch slammed through pathways and bridges, proving a distraction for Eponine but one that could be overcome. Byrea herself seemed to be momentarily stunned, weakened by the hit as she came to a rest against crisscrossing bridges. If the magical girl was going to push the offensive, now would be the time. --- book of bad juju@TrixyTrix The Familiar didn't react as it was sprayed by the black tar that fueled Violetta's flamethrower. While they had some level of intelligence, all the Familiar knew was that it was hurting it's opponent, and didn't really care beyond that point. Perhaps to it's detriment, but it did deprive Violetta of a useful weapon in this fight. That did little to prevent VIoletta from bludgeoning it to death, very successfully at that. But it still left the problem of the other approaching Familiars, especially with her unable to cut loose with her flamethrower to wipe them out in wide swathes. It seemed the time to fight would be quite long at that. Fortunately, her angry mutterings were soon answered as a telepathic message reached her ear. Sorry we took so long boss. This place is killer without good agility. Be with you in a few. Well, that would be one less thing to worry about, once they had finally gotten here. Then again, it probably would have been faster without kicking the proverbial hornet's nest ahead of time. By the same tioken, they might stumble upon the other magical girl hiding within the barrier if she wasn't careful.</s>	<\|message\|>Maria Goethe "Indeed I have, Your Majesty," Maria answered. "I was visited by Kyubey, you see. He wove a story about unsavory behavior going down at the industrial sector; magical experiments and whatnot. Why he chose to tell me and not Dora is beyond my comprehension. Nonetheless, I believe this is a matter that shouldn't be ignored, as questionable as the source may be."</s>
<\|description\|>Maria Goethe Age: 15 Gender: Female Appearance: Maria uses a wheelchair to feign the appearance of a paraplegic. She uses her magic to move the wheelchair around. Personality: Maria casts an outward appearance of a cheery, kind girl, always smiling while talking in a bubbly voice. However, beneath this social mask lies a mind broken by years of abuse into a dark and ruthless girl, her empathy withered away and her trust in other people hard to come by, devolving into paranoia when she is stressed. She has a fear of inferiority, and combats this by being driven by her lust for power, her ambition being her escape from the creeping despair that silently clutches her heart. While she keeps a sociable appearance about herself, in truth she doesn't have a lot of friends, and keeps her relationships with other people strictly as business. However, she has started to grow fond of her maid Fantine, and won't tolerate any cases of her mistreatment. Bio: Maria was thrown into an orphanage before she could even remember the faces of her parents, who died shortly after her birth. She was brutally beaten and abused at a regular pace by the personnel there. However, before she was driven to an abyss of despair, she met a boy by the name of Klaus there, who promised to protect her and get them out of the orphanage. In time, she developed feelings for the boy. One night they attempted an escape, but were about to be caught when Maria met an Incubator. Seeing that Klaus was caught, she made her wish and the two of them escaped successfully. Later, Klaus was caught by an anti-MG mob and tortured to death due to his connections to Magical Girls after following Maria. Maria found out about this, and became determined to rule the world and take revenge on the people who took Klaus away from him, by any means possible. Over the following years, Maria managed to worm her way to the position of a lieutenant in the Aurora City Authority through her persuasion skills, guile and political maneuvers, even resorting to underhanded tactics such as backstabbing and using torture to squeeze valuable secrets out of any hapless victim she managed to capture alive. Of course, she doesn't plan on stopping there, either... Her domain includes the territory of a magical girl named Eponine, who has requested her home to be placed under Maria's, and by extension, Aurora's protection and rule and that her sister is given a place of refuge in Maria's HQ. In return, Maria demanded Eponine to swear fealty to her, and that Fantine will serve as her personal maid. Allegiance: Aurora City Authority Theme: A Stranger I Remain Skills: Maria could be said to have a silver tongue, for she is very convincing and manipulative with her words, sprouting seeds of doubt and despair in any heart she can pierce with her angelic voice. She also has a profound knowledge of politics and tactics, and specializes in psychological warfare. Weapons: Maria keeps a small dagger under her dress as a paranoid measure, though due to her status as a Magical Girl, rarely uses it. Other: Maria loves sweet things such as cakes and cookies, and spends a lot of her free time snacking on them. Magical Girl Appearance: Maria keeps her eye-design and creepy demeanour while as a Magical Girl. Her costume also has more shades of dark-green and black. Wish: "I wish to move Klaus away from his fate." Weapons: A scythe with an intricate, flowery design going from the hilt all the way to the blade's end. Can be manipulated to change the position of the blade, making for a surprisingly adaptive weapon despite its unwieldiness. Powers: Telekinesis. Maria may use her magic to control the movement of any object or person in her line of sight, including herself. For example, she can fly through the air, throw and draw distant targets and even freeze people in place. However, she needs to have one of her hands unoccupied and spread open for her to cast the magic from her palm and her fingers for multitasking and subtle movements, making her unable to use this power if her hands are unusable or occupied. Breaking her focus also results in the spell's canceling. She may also perform a Force Choke-like spell on normal humans which Magical Girls are immune to.</s> <\|message\|>Violetta FitzCarraldo. (Veee oh-let-ter, not Vayyy-oh-let-ter. She gets annoyed if you mispronounce it.) Violetta winced and looked around her as the voices filled her head. Nobody around her. So it must've been telepathy. That meant a kyuubey was in there with them. Kyuubeis couldn't lie, they were famous for it. So that meant that voice she'd heard just now was really Angela, one of the Vslkyries. Reinforcements had arrived. And in the nick of time, too. "Angela?" she said aloud. It saved time for her rather then trying to stay silent. "Remind me again who's with you right now?" "Erica and Natale, ma'am. And the Kyuubey. " Both decent support. Erica had a slight rebellious streak, but a certain deviousness in killing. Her whole gimmick was chains, with a sweeping set of them for weapons as well as a sweeping chainmail dress. Natalie was slightly dopey and had a real problem with reaction time, but seemed to be happy to hack anything and anyone to pieces with her pickaxes. Two of her finest. If she, Violetta was the kind of person to use royal guards, they'd be her right-handsmaidens. She liked putting them in groups with the newest recruits, like she was with Angela and- "Wait, wait. What happened to... what's her name, the short one, with the snowboard and the shield? " "Hilda? Erica sent her back to base to keep down the fort. Why, was that wrong?" "No, just keeping count. Anyway, Angela, there's a factory in the forest if you look around. With a whole lot of scorchmarks around it." "We found that already." "Great! Angela, stay over there and keep the Kyuubey with you. We've already found the witch." "We, ma'am?" "Yeah, me and the robot." "Eponine?" "Bang on the money. Oh, and there's a third girl in here too. Some little spit with revolutionary leanings. Kill her if you find her." "Understood, Ma'am." Even across the alien's telepathy, she heard the little smirk in that last line. Angela was a pretty new girl with a bit of a chip on her shoulder about her pudgy figure squeezed into a rather revealing neoprene suit, but could chop familliars with her oversized scimitars with the best of them. If only she'd learn to conquer her wierd fear about buildings and heights and she'd be perfectly useful. Violetta idly swatted a snowman and kept on ordering her women around. "Erica?" She said. "Listenin'. " "Get here as quickly as you can. We need the re-enforcements. Just follow the smoke trail. I'd light a beacon, but there's... pressing matters." "Entendu." "Vi out." Violetta swung her flamethrower at a few more snowmen. Well, that went about as well as could be expected. Almost every side in this had been listening in to that conversation. There was no reason the Kyuubei would've blocked off communication from the robot and the traitor. You had to watch every word you thought, in case someone reported back to somebody important. Nothing she'd thought could be used to frame her.</s> <\|message\|>Alexandra Hertz An eyebrow rose in curious attention as Alexandra listened to Maria describe what had happened between her and Kyubey. She knew he was enigmatic, working in his own ways, yet the creature wouldn't lie. Mislead, perhaps, but he would never outright tell a falsehood. If he did then she supposed he would lose all credibility once it got out. And that couldn't do, if it was his job to contract new girls and keep the Witches suppressed. "I see," she replied once Maria had finished. "Thank you for bringing it to my attention. I will bring it up with Dora, so you don't have to worry about it any more." She was grateful at least, though whether Maria would choose to let the matter lie was only for her to say. With that, the meeting seemed to wrap to a close. "Well, if that is all then I believe we are done here. Caroline will escort you out." The other magical girl emerged from the corner once more, ready to lead Maria from the building, while at the same time making sure she didn't do anything inside that Alexandra might not approve of. It seemed the game turned once more. --- Algorithm The hammers went flying as Eponine attacked once more, and they did their work beautifully, smashing right through the ice with the force of their impact and sending the bridge tumbling down upon the Witch that was beneath them. Eponine could be confident in her accuracy, if nothing else, which would be of comfort to herself as well as her liege lord. The Witch recovered as the bridge came down, and as a result of that Eponine would be disappointed to find that Byrea had only been clipped, rather than squashed entirely. That still earned sprays of the black ichor that served as her blood, but it would not prove a finishing blow as the bridge rebuilt itself, albeit in a different manner than it had been before. And she would find a fusillade of ice headed towards her once more. Then, as if things weren't hard enough, the battlefield itself began to shift, pillars cracking and falling as if they intended to crush her, just like she had tried to crush Byrea beneath them. And though they rebuilt afterwards in different orientations and position to keep the sphere from collapsing, it just made things that much harder. --- book of bad juju As surprising as Violetta might find it when her group arrived, there wasn't actually a Kyubey amongst them, since already contracted magical girls didn't need one of the white creatures to communicate with each other, only with potential contractees. Or possibly he had vanished before they arrived, wary of being shot, stabbed, or otherwise harmed. Whichever reason, it didn't really matter in the end as her reinforcements soon arrived. The help would be welcome as the Familiars kept coming, with the sound of combat below and the ice Violetta was standing on cracking before reforming, as a result of her efforts to keep from plunging into the sphere where the fighting was currently going on. But with the reinforcements, that wouldn't be too difficult to manage. All it would be was a matter of handling that, and then the Witch, and they could all go home.</s>	<\|message\|>Maria Goethe Maria bowed deeply. "Thank you, Your Grace. By your leave, I shall resume attending to my duties." She then followed Caroline outside, and had her convoy leave the premises. While she was wary of the ill deeds done in Dora's domain, she realized the value that it posed to her: the incident would be a fine distraction for Alexandra, and even if she wouldn't have anything done with it, the mere knowledge of its existence is sure to drive her thoughts adrift and leave her vulnerable. If there was ever a time to bring the years of her kneeling and groveling to fruition, it was now. She returned back to her elegant home, and once inside, immediately went to the basement. She brought her phone up, sent a text message to a certain number, and then called it. Maria was clear with her every word, and none of her positive disposition was in it. A certain chaotic magical girl would receive these words: "I sent you a list of targets, along with addresses. The first is the administrative building in the business sector, followed by the ships in the harbor. You know what to do." She ended her call, and had her phone snap back shut. She giggled a bit at first, followed by her laughing madly. This was the beginning of the end.</s>
<\|description\|>Chloe Hartmann Age: 17 Gender: Female Appearance: Personality: Completely self-serving, anarchic and vain, Chloe seems to go where she wants, when she wants to go there, and not a minute sooner. She allies herself with anybody who seeks to overthrow the current power structure, no matter their motives or methods, and when the a revolution she was aiding succeeds, she rises up with the next group of insurgents. She has a constant lackadaisical attitude that annoys the people around her, as though she doesn't care who they are or why they're around in the first place. Whatever is going on in her head is more important to her than her interpersonal relationships, and she barely seems to remember other peoples' names. Bio: Chloe was born into a poor family on the wrong side of the tracks. Their house was constantly getting broken into and robbed, and it wasn't uncommon for her to watch her father literally fight to take back their home from squatters and gangs. This was how she spent the first ten years of her life. However, in her tenth year of life, even this routine was uprooted and taken from her, as she and her family were seized by a small upstart gang, beaten, and put to work by them. Chloe never saw her father again after that day. She and her mother lived an uneasy life, essentially as slaves for this random gang of thugs with very little power, but there was nothing that she and her mother could do, because they were powerless. On the day she met the incubator, there was no convincing that needed to happen, no goading or talks. She had a wish that she would go to any lengths to fulfill. At present, she is known to support rebellions in any form. In Aurora, she has chosen to ally herself with the Shadow Compact, since she likes the way they do business. Most people question why a magical girl would ally herself with humans to overthrow magical girl superiority, but she has never mentioned her motives even once to anybody. She enjoys living a hedonistic life without any ties to other people and without any particular direction, and she has no true friends to speak of, though she has uneasy allies and very loose acquaintances. Chloe's been at this magical girl thing for quite a while now and seems to enjoy the rhythm of it. While she knows that one day it has to end, focusing on the present is what brings her joy. Allegiance: Shadow Compact. While uneasy, she has formed a sort of partnership with the Shadow Compact. She has power, and seems hell-bent on overthrowing the rule of the current magical girl system for some reason. Many in the organisation don't like her involvement, but even they can't argue with her results in the face of their own relative powerlessness. Skills: Chloe is physically strong from all of the non-magical fighting she engages in, and the constant labour work that she never quite managed to separate herself from. Even when not powered up by magic, she is stronger than most girls her age and can hold her own against an adult in a fight. If you asked anybody else, the rest of her skillset would consist of annoying people and being mysterious. Weapons: Brass knuckles Other: Chloe isn't very quick to make friends for obvious reasons, but that doesn't necessarily mean she wants to be that way... Magical Girl Appearance: Wish: It's not known to the public. Weapons: Power Fists, great for hand to hand combat, blocking heavy attacks, and general wanton destruction. Powers: Obviously something to do with her unknown wish, but this is also unknown.</s> <\|message\|>Alexandra Hertz "Those who make peaceful revolution impossible, make violent revolution inevitable The sun rose in the sky, cresting the horizon as it spread it's bright rays across the skies of Aurora. The city stirred into wakefulness as people rose. With the day would come common business, people going to work, school, and the daily affairs of life. There was peace, at least for the moment, a state of affairs that many hoped would endure for the foreseeable future. They had no desire for their life, hard though it might be, to be disturbed. Meanwhile, Magical Girls were left to do as they wished as well. Many returned from busy nights of hunting Witches, new collections of Grief Seeds in their possession. Some of those would be handed over to the government as taxes, while the rest would be used to stave off the black corruption in their Soul Gems. Some would go to sleep, to rest from the hard fights they had doubtlessly fought, while others would head off to school, battling weariness and exhaustion to continue with some semblance of their old lives. It was a delicate balance, one not many could keep. As for those less scrupulous elements, they awoke as well. Some to plan, to scheme, or to undertake their business in the darker corners of the city where there were no eyes to watch. Especially for them, the time of day did not matter, for gangs, crime networks, or the Shadow Compact. Conflicting interests, high stakes games of power and politics, with the innocent, powerless, and uncaring caught in the crossfire. In this world of magical girls and power, things will never be simple. --- Up in the large skyscraper that made up the dwelling of the current ruler of the Aurora City Authority, Alexandra Hertz rested casually on a large sofa, gaze directed to the glass window that gave her an impressive view of the skyline. One had to be impressed with the resilience of humans, that such a violent beginning could herald such a powerful recovery. And now she could look across her domain from on high. She'd taken this by right, by force, and she planned to keep it. This was her domain, and now she ruled it for her benefit, as well as the benefit of everyone. Sure, there'd been hard times in her rule, but she liked to think that she balanced it out by the good she had done. It was just a fact that suffering happened, and she could hardly be blamed for it. As she rested, sipping from a glass, there was a knock on the door behind her. "Enter," she called, not having to look and see since she already knew who it was. It would be Caroline, her right hand and the one who made sure she didn't get too overwhelmed with things. "Good morning," Caroline replied as she stepped in, papers held in hand. She was calm, loyal, the perfect right hand, and had been with Alexandra through thick and thin. And she was more than worth her weight in a fight as well. She moved to the living room and stood in front of Caroline, facing away from the view. Alexandra nodded as she straightened up, placing the near empty glass off to the side. "And how fares my realm?" It was part of their routine, to start the day with a status update and address the problems that she would have to deal with. While she could enjoy herself, sadly the life of a ruler wasn't so easy, and it was up to her to make sure things continued to run as expected. "Good, for the moment," Caroline replied as she sat down unbidden, shuffling the papers she held. "Production is up, public approval is steady, and the Shadow Compact have been quiet." Leaving aside the rumor of magical girls working with them anyway. She knew Alexandra wouldn't have any time for rumors without basis, so she didn't mention it. "I see." Alexandra broke into a light smile, grateful for the good news. "Well, that's good. Peace and stability are what this world needs." Caroline nodded in agreement, leaving any differing opinions to herself. "Shall we get to work then?" "Yes, lets."</s> <\|message\|>Maria Goethe A giggle could be heard in the Goethe Estate, a mansion of Victorian architecture hidden away from the populace by walls surrounding it from every side. The giggle belonged to Maria Goethe, who then continued speaking in a cheery tone: "Fantine, bring us some hot coco. Eponine must want something nice and warm." She was sitting in her wheelchair in the dining hall, next to a large table filled with all kinds of sweets for her to snack on. On the other side of the table sat Eponine Hassane. "So, how is the situation at the slums? Is there anything I should know about?" She asked with a gentle voice as she levitated a cookie from the other side of the table straight to her mouth.</s>	<\|message\|>Chloe Hartmann The thin sliver of sun cresting the horizon cast a dim light on the serene face of Chloe Hartmann, who seemed half asleep and half awake as she lay on a green hill overlooking the city of Aurora, staring at the horizon over the high-rises and skyscrapers. To look at it from so far away, the place looked peaceful, as though everything happening within its borders was under control. For a moment, Chloe almost wished that she was still human, that she didn't have to worry about the purity of her Soul Gem or witches or anything like that. "Well... almost, anyway." Holding up a grief seed in her hand, she put it in front of her face where the sun was to block out the light from her eyes. "Like my own little star... Heh. Getting sentimental in my old age," she announced to nobody in particular. It's true, for a Magical Girl, she was older than average. But that rarely meant anything for beings who could conceivably be immortal. Nobody looked up to her anyway. Nobody respected her wisdom, because she was not wise. But there were people who respected her strength. And in this world, that was all that mattered. "...That's right. The strength to kill witches. The power to get grief seeds. You need them to pay tribute so that you can live a peaceful life. Right? That's the law around here. Nobody can go against it. Against 'Order.' That's what you said, right?" "Right?" She asked, turning to face behind her at the small pile of broken bodies that lay at the very top of the hill. Three or perhaps four humans, limbs broken and askew, and absolutely, without a doubt, deceased. Chloe smiled warmly at them as she continued talking, as though addressing an old and trusted friend. "It looks like your power couldn't stand up to a real test. That's just not power at all, then, is it? Huh." With a wry smile, Chloe threw on her headphones, cranking the volume up to maximum before setting into her business. Snapping a stout branch off a nearby tree, she shoved it hard through the pile of dead bodies and into the ground, like a gruesome, primitive sacrifice or something. Turning up her nose in disgust, she placed the final touch on her project, wedging the Grief Seed into a split in the branch. Stepping back to admire her handiwork, she spoke again, quite loudly since she couldn't hear her own voice over the music pumping into her ears. "Well, that's what you wanted, right?! The Grief Seed?! If you want something, you should have the strength to reach out and grab it! That's what life is! There's four of you, so with a bit of teamwork, you'll figure something out!" "Well, if somebody wants it bad enough, they'll find it I'm sure," Chloe thought out loud to herself as she began her descent down the hill and into the city, whistling in between her sentences. "Maybe somebody who's truly strong this time."</s>
<\|description\|>Chloe Hartmann Age: 17 Gender: Female Appearance: Personality: Completely self-serving, anarchic and vain, Chloe seems to go where she wants, when she wants to go there, and not a minute sooner. She allies herself with anybody who seeks to overthrow the current power structure, no matter their motives or methods, and when the a revolution she was aiding succeeds, she rises up with the next group of insurgents. She has a constant lackadaisical attitude that annoys the people around her, as though she doesn't care who they are or why they're around in the first place. Whatever is going on in her head is more important to her than her interpersonal relationships, and she barely seems to remember other peoples' names. Bio: Chloe was born into a poor family on the wrong side of the tracks. Their house was constantly getting broken into and robbed, and it wasn't uncommon for her to watch her father literally fight to take back their home from squatters and gangs. This was how she spent the first ten years of her life. However, in her tenth year of life, even this routine was uprooted and taken from her, as she and her family were seized by a small upstart gang, beaten, and put to work by them. Chloe never saw her father again after that day. She and her mother lived an uneasy life, essentially as slaves for this random gang of thugs with very little power, but there was nothing that she and her mother could do, because they were powerless. On the day she met the incubator, there was no convincing that needed to happen, no goading or talks. She had a wish that she would go to any lengths to fulfill. At present, she is known to support rebellions in any form. In Aurora, she has chosen to ally herself with the Shadow Compact, since she likes the way they do business. Most people question why a magical girl would ally herself with humans to overthrow magical girl superiority, but she has never mentioned her motives even once to anybody. She enjoys living a hedonistic life without any ties to other people and without any particular direction, and she has no true friends to speak of, though she has uneasy allies and very loose acquaintances. Chloe's been at this magical girl thing for quite a while now and seems to enjoy the rhythm of it. While she knows that one day it has to end, focusing on the present is what brings her joy. Allegiance: Shadow Compact. While uneasy, she has formed a sort of partnership with the Shadow Compact. She has power, and seems hell-bent on overthrowing the rule of the current magical girl system for some reason. Many in the organisation don't like her involvement, but even they can't argue with her results in the face of their own relative powerlessness. Skills: Chloe is physically strong from all of the non-magical fighting she engages in, and the constant labour work that she never quite managed to separate herself from. Even when not powered up by magic, she is stronger than most girls her age and can hold her own against an adult in a fight. If you asked anybody else, the rest of her skillset would consist of annoying people and being mysterious. Weapons: Brass knuckles Other: Chloe isn't very quick to make friends for obvious reasons, but that doesn't necessarily mean she wants to be that way... Magical Girl Appearance: Wish: It's not known to the public. Weapons: Power Fists, great for hand to hand combat, blocking heavy attacks, and general wanton destruction. Powers: Obviously something to do with her unknown wish, but this is also unknown.</s> <\|message\|>Chloe Hartmann Having banished her transformation on the empty, uneventful walk down towards Aurora, Chloe had proceeded in human form toward the gates, relatively unhindered. She had stayed around for a little while, enjoying the fresh air that was so different from the air in the city, and to her surprise, there were guards posted near the city entrance. She recognized the group. These weren't thugs like the people who had ambushed her previous witch hunt, but real 'soldiers' of Aurora, equipped for hunting witches en masse. As much as it was irritating, Chloe stopped at the guard post when she was asked. It would be easy to simply transform and blow through weaklings like this, and it was true that she hated things that got in her way, but this was new. And new things were exciting. As the guard began to speak, Chloe obediantly turned down her music, though she left her headphones on. "Ma'am, you've been selected for a random search. Please stand by." If they were stopping her, of all people, it must mean that they were looking for a magical girl. "I'd like you to empty your pockets, please." Chloe was already halfway into the task, knowing that would be the man's next question. Casually, she pulled out her Soul Gem, which glowed a deep shade of grey. It would be easy to mistake it for black if it weren't for the visible traces of black corruption frothing around the bottom of the gem. "You're probably looking for one of these, right?" At the sight of her Gem, all of the guards who had been carelessly milling around the area brought their guns to bear on her. They were aiming for her soul gem, not her body. Smart, they knew what they were doing. Chloe might not even have time to transform if they were looking for a fight. "You're not with the City, are you? Ray, call this one in." Chloe narrowed her eyes. That... would be a problem. Reacher her hand into her other pocket, she grasped one of a pair of brass knuckles, feeling the rush as she stared down the barrels of several rifles. This one was going to be a losing battle, with a very real chance that she may die. Still, Chloe was no strategist. "Sorry, humans, getting taken in now might be a bit of an inconvenience for me. I'm missing my favourite show, and I'm kinda hungry. So if y'all wouldn't mind just..." As her speech trailed off, her body sprung into action. Tossing her Soul Gem in the air threw the group off balance, unsure of where to aim their guns anymore. Chloe used this advantage to deliver a powerful punch in the nose of the man who had already begun to speak into a walkie talkie. Chloe had no idea who was on the other end of that call, but she had been around long enough to know that it was top priority. The machine was still stubbornly gripped in the speaker's hand, but a short kick to his forearm sent it flying onto the ground before he could react. In one smooth motion, she grabbed a hold of the assault rifle nestled in the crook of his arm and jammed the trigger with all her might, without looking where it was aimed at all. An uproar of yelling and two of the men fell to the ground, leaving two still standing. She didn't have time to check if anybody was dead. Sliding low under a few shots fired blindly in her direction, she kicked one of the standing men in his left kneecap, stunning him, before thrusting her brass knuckles into his crotch with as much force as she could manage. This motion concluded with just enough time to snatch her Soul Gem from the air and quickly transform, her Brass Knuckles forming into large, powerful magic fists, which she used to grab the man she had not attacked yet, and reach backwards, grabbing the one who had been speaking on the Walkie Talkie. Both men dropped their guns immediately, a sign that they were no longer a threat. Chloe stood up calmly, bringing both men towards her face. "Hope I didn't break that speakerbox of yours, fellas, you're gonna want it in a minute. I'm going to walk away from this and you're going to let me do it. But you'll call in to whoever put you here and explain that you just had a run-in with the coolest, most awesome magical girl you've ever seen - that's me, of course - and you can tell them to 'Catch me if you can.' But it will take more than five guns to do it." Letting both men free from her grasp, she let herself revert back to her human form, her soul gem falling gently back into her pocket as she walked away. "Man I'm so cool I can hardly stand to be around myself sometimes," she muttered to herself as she swaggered down the street, leaving the shaken men to whatever they were going to do. She made it five steps before a volley of gunfire blew past her back, and she felt two bullets enter her right thigh. One of the men had not been dead or disarmed, and had taken his chance to strike back, aiming for the pocket where she kept her soul gem. "You cheeky bastard," she cursed under her breath. But there wasn't any time for revenge. Instead, she hurried on down the road into a back alley and clambered up onto the rooftops of the city, where she would be safe from further fire. "Well, two bullet wounds for at least five kills today is a pretty good trade I guess. I suppose I'll see if there's somebody from the Compact who can patch this up. Note to self: In the future, be more careful around loaded guns, idiot."</s> <\|message\|>Alexandra Hertz Eponine certainly had set herself up for a difficult task, with no leads to go on besides those she had already reported to Maria. There were methods she could follow if she wanted, such as staking out Witches Barriers and waiting for a magical girl to arrive, but that would be time consuming, and there was no guarantee that the person she was looking for would ever show up at all. But that would have to wait for a moment as her phone rang, caller id revealing who it was. It would be Adrian, one of the higher ranking people in the militia she had created to help her fight Witches. It was a group that undeniably took losses, but he had been one of the better ones at surviving it all, and if he was calling, then it had to be important. That was revealed soon enough to her, once she had answered the phone. "Hey boss, remember that effigy thing with the grief seed people've been talking about? Well, some rogue magical girl decided to bust through one of the checkpoints into the city a little while ago. Thought you might want to know." --- The Shadow Compact were not the easiest group to find, as Chloe would be able to attest to as she made her way through Aurora. They worked underground, were deeply suspicious of magical girls or collaborators, and took precautions accordingly. Then again, as someone who had managed to work herself into a partnership with that organization, she would know as much, and have planned accordingly to deal with it, especially when moving on to a new area. Her knowledge would guide her along in her search for Compact assistance, directing her away from downtown and towards the rougher areas, the places that had missed out on the economic development present, and were home to crime, poverty, and dirty dealings. The places that one would usually find the Mafia, and where government control was weakest. That wasn't to say that they Compact didn't operate in nicer parts of Aurora, because they did, but it would be easier to find a safe house in one of the less important (from the perspective of the government) neighborhoods. But for someone like her, ferreting out a safehouse shouldn't be that hard.</s> <\|message\|>Maria Goethe Maria changed once again into something darker and brooding as she started to speak. "Indeed. We become nothing but screams of despair in the air, to be violently taken and then thrown away by those with purpose, scattered to the winds and consumed by strangers. To live without hope is to accept all the pain you have endured as having been for naught, to throw away any semblance of human will and to welcome complete oblivion." Maria realized what she was saying and reverted back to her 15-year-old self. "Oh, I was starting to talk silly stuff. Never mind that, Fantine. I'll be at the study now, so don't disturb unless it's something important." She turned her wheelchair around and headed for the study. It was a room with shelves packed to the brim with books of all sorts of topics and genres. However, she rarely read them; her main use for the room was in the green laptop she had sitting on a small table at the center of the room. Once she closed the room, she began to work on the various sheets and profiles she had already open on it, from small things such as grief seed farming charts to bigger files like intelligence she has collected on the city and the areas outside it. With nothing else to do, she continued working on it, managing and scheming with no set difference.</s> <\|message\|>Eponine Hassane "Track her, but keep a safe distance," Eponine ordered, "We want this one...alive. And unharmed, as much as possible." Eponine hopped in the jeep that had taken her here and ordered the soldier to drive her to the checkpoint. Speaking to the survivors, Eponine was able to glean a general idea of what this rogue looked like, as well as her magical weapon. What was troubling, but nonetheless expected due to the need to conserve magic, was the fact that the rogue seemed not to have revealed what her magical ability was. Apparently the rogue had also been shot in the leg, if she didn't use magic to heal the wound, she should be hobbling at a slower pace, but if she did use magic, she might be more desperate to find a grief seed. Eponine asked if the trail was still hot. She wiped blood from her mouth with her forearm, noticing that, once again, she had bitten the inside of her mouth without noticing. "Understood, Lady Maria," Fantine replied, letting Maria head off to her library. However, Maria's words made Fantine worry more about Eponine, so she quickly dried the tears that had started welling up at the corners of her eyes. Certain that she was no longer visibly sad, she headed down to the kitchen to help out with chores.</s>	<\|message\|>Chloe Hartmann Chloe had spent as little time as possible patching up her leg. Without any convenient cloth on hand, and lacking the desire to tear up a good shirt or skirt for something like this, she had needed to take a quick 'peek' inside some stranger's home, where she managed to find a few bandages. Hopefully the delay wouldn't cost her much time, but at least she wouldn't be bleeding out everywhere. The tradeoff for her magical powers was a body that was close to being indestructable, but the body couldn't move without blood, and if she bled all over the streets and rooftops she might as well be leaving a trail of bread crumbs. After taking care of herself and dodging through the streets of the inner city, she found what she was looking for. One of the few safehouses of the Shadow Compact that she had been in contact with before. She was no stranger to the poverty-stricken areas of Aurora, having grown up in such areas since birth, and hiding herself away in dirty rat-holes like this since forming her contract. Not only were they good places to hide away from the prying eyes of the government, but the despair here was strong, which made it a great place to hunt for witches. Few people here were happy to see her, but she was able to get the medical attention she needed from a street doctor who had been hiding away here. Nothing else was particularly important to her, and she was a long shot from caring about the opinions of any other urchins here. "Haah, what a pain in the ass. You think you guys would be a little more grateful. I might just be taking the heat off your doorstep so you can do your own little things, whatever they are. I keep telling you, we both have the same goal, don't we?"</s>
<\|description\|>Chloe Hartmann Age: 17 Gender: Female Appearance: Personality: Completely self-serving, anarchic and vain, Chloe seems to go where she wants, when she wants to go there, and not a minute sooner. She allies herself with anybody who seeks to overthrow the current power structure, no matter their motives or methods, and when the a revolution she was aiding succeeds, she rises up with the next group of insurgents. She has a constant lackadaisical attitude that annoys the people around her, as though she doesn't care who they are or why they're around in the first place. Whatever is going on in her head is more important to her than her interpersonal relationships, and she barely seems to remember other peoples' names. Bio: Chloe was born into a poor family on the wrong side of the tracks. Their house was constantly getting broken into and robbed, and it wasn't uncommon for her to watch her father literally fight to take back their home from squatters and gangs. This was how she spent the first ten years of her life. However, in her tenth year of life, even this routine was uprooted and taken from her, as she and her family were seized by a small upstart gang, beaten, and put to work by them. Chloe never saw her father again after that day. She and her mother lived an uneasy life, essentially as slaves for this random gang of thugs with very little power, but there was nothing that she and her mother could do, because they were powerless. On the day she met the incubator, there was no convincing that needed to happen, no goading or talks. She had a wish that she would go to any lengths to fulfill. At present, she is known to support rebellions in any form. In Aurora, she has chosen to ally herself with the Shadow Compact, since she likes the way they do business. Most people question why a magical girl would ally herself with humans to overthrow magical girl superiority, but she has never mentioned her motives even once to anybody. She enjoys living a hedonistic life without any ties to other people and without any particular direction, and she has no true friends to speak of, though she has uneasy allies and very loose acquaintances. Chloe's been at this magical girl thing for quite a while now and seems to enjoy the rhythm of it. While she knows that one day it has to end, focusing on the present is what brings her joy. Allegiance: Shadow Compact. While uneasy, she has formed a sort of partnership with the Shadow Compact. She has power, and seems hell-bent on overthrowing the rule of the current magical girl system for some reason. Many in the organisation don't like her involvement, but even they can't argue with her results in the face of their own relative powerlessness. Skills: Chloe is physically strong from all of the non-magical fighting she engages in, and the constant labour work that she never quite managed to separate herself from. Even when not powered up by magic, she is stronger than most girls her age and can hold her own against an adult in a fight. If you asked anybody else, the rest of her skillset would consist of annoying people and being mysterious. Weapons: Brass knuckles Other: Chloe isn't very quick to make friends for obvious reasons, but that doesn't necessarily mean she wants to be that way... Magical Girl Appearance: Wish: It's not known to the public. Weapons: Power Fists, great for hand to hand combat, blocking heavy attacks, and general wanton destruction. Powers: Obviously something to do with her unknown wish, but this is also unknown.</s> <\|message\|>Eponine Hassane "Have this area placed on lock-down, no one leaves or enters without my permission, and have her physical description circulated to each checkpoint. And if anyone sees her, they are to attempt to inform her that I wish to parley with her." While Adrian went about fulfilling her orders, Eponine gathered three more of her best. When Adrian returned, Eponine said, "Adrian, we're going on a manhunt."</s> <\|message\|>Maria Goethe "Kyubey, how nice to see you," Maria responded as she turned around to greet the white creature with her trademark cuteness. "Why yes, I am most fine as you can see. Now, what brings you to my humble abode?" In truth, Maria didn't actually care about the creature's purpose behind his visit, but decided to enjoy a bit of small talk while she had the chance, since Kyubey tends to leave magical girls alone after the contract, only appearing to dispose of grief seeds. While she does appreciate the gifts that his kind have given to her, she also knows their true nature, and, given her mood, would have no qualms with making his small head explode with her magic, since she is also aware of their apparent immortality.</s> <\|message\|>Alexandra Hertz "Got it," Adrian confirmed with a nod. It wasn't exactly a surprise, though the fact that she apparently wanted to parley with this girl was. But he wasn't going to question a decision of hers. On tactical matters he would, but he didn't get paid enough to interject in the higher affairs of magical girls. If she said she wanted to talk, that was what he would do. She was left to collect others for the hunt as Adrian went to fulfill her orders, those being two women and another man, with a varying assortment of weaponry Most of it was oriented around fighting Witches, but it would serve well enough against humans and magical girls as well. And they had been trained well in that regard to boot. When he returned, he nodded in approval of her orders. "Alright boss," he replied, falling into line as they moved away. He had his own weapon ready, an assault rifle, and he glanced over at her as they walked. "So what's the plan?" --- Kyubey padded over with her greeting, taking up a position on one of her bookshelves as he watched her, tail flicking all the while. What sorts of plots and schemes the Incubator might be hatching were hard to say, for while the group helped those magical girls who ruled, it was also well known that they had their own agenda, and would work for their self interest at the same time. Nothing incredibly urgent by your standards, Kyubey responded in a happy tone. I merely wished to check on your status and see how you were doing. After all, each magical girl is important. Important to the grand scheme of saving the universe from entropy, a goal so far off that no one here could care about it when faced with the realities and necessities of power. And even moreso when one knew the truth of the system. He tilted his head as he dropped the other shoe. I'm also curious to see how you plan to ride out the oncoming storm. Of course Kyubey would have one than more motive to his visit, a tantalizing bit of information that she could pursue at her leisure.</s> <\|message\|>Maria Goethe "Oh, isn't that sweet of you," Maria said as she opened a jar of cookies she kept in a shelf. She then offered a cookie to the creature in an endearing manner. "Would you like one?" Disgusting rat, Maria thought. Thinks he can barge in any time he wants and spout nonsense like that? Fine, I'll tolerate his presence for a bit more, before I'll have to call Fantine to clean his remains off the walls. Oh, you sly bastard. Trying to pique my interest so you can catch me in a trap of yours? Alright then, let's partake of this game. Feigning ignorance, Maria responded by mimicking Kyubey's head tilt and saying: "A storm, huh? I didn't see anything like that in the weather reports. Sure sounds scary."</s> <\|message\|>Eponine Hassane Eponine sighed silently to herself. It wasn't a very elegant plan, but then again, she wasn't a very elegant person as she was given to tackling obstacles straight on, like a bulldozer. "We start at where our soldiers last sighted her, we scan for blood. We ask the locals if they saw anyone suspicious running by that matches the physical description we have, or if they know of a place where such a person could hide." She wanted to just get a megaphone and make an attempt to call out the magical girl, hoping that if she made it clear that she had no intention of harming her, she might come quietly, but she was already making this way more open than she felt Maria wanted; after all, if Maria wanted to speak with a magical girl from outside the city, the other nobles would probably view such an act with suspicion.</s> <\|message\|>Alexandra Hertz Kyubey shook his head, ringed ears somehow defying gravity and momentum to move without swaying. I have no need of material sustenance, unlike your species, he replied from his bookshelf. Doubtlessly she had expected such an answer though so it didn't really matter in the end. If he seemed annoyed by her mimicry, Kyubey didn't show it as he provided a following answer. You would consider it as such.He paused, padding over to the end of the bookshelf before. Someone is toying with powers they don't understand, putting the entire system as it stands in jeopardy. Naturally, allowing it to proceed would not be in your best interest. If it was a concern for Kyubey, then it would probably be an issue for her as well. Assuming that he was being completely frank anyway.</s> <\|message\|>Maria Goethe "Okay then, I'll just have these for myself then," Maria said cheerfully as she threw one up in the air and caught it with her mouth. It would have actually been amusing if he accepted. Oh, now this is what I wanted to hear: ominous portents from a white rodent, probably trying to lead me on a goose chase. Still, coming from him, it does sound serious. Maybe I shouldn't outright dismiss it. Let's test the waters. "Oh my!" Maria placed her hands over her cheeks in a dramatic manner. "Is Aurora City in danger? What could I possibly do, Kyubey?"</s>	<\|message\|>Chloe Hartmann Chloe shrugged noncommitally. "Don't worry about things you can't control, man. Stress is a good way to cut your lifespan short. Nowadays more than ever. Well, for humans anyway." She didn't miss the looks she had been given. Rather, she had been expecting (and had, in the past, received) far worse. Oscar's distrust wasn't totally unfounded either. "As for my plans? You've gotta be kidding me. It's real simple. If they follow me here, I'll beat them until they never come back. I don't care if the whole damned city falls down around this building. If I'm here, these walls will stay standing... But I won't stay here for long. Hiding's never done me any good." Thinking about it for a moment, she decided on a course of action. Which is to say, she picked a whim from the ether. "In fact... You can go ahead and talk to the higher ups. If ever you fellas had any plans of world domination, any buns in the oven just waiting for the bread to rise, now might just be your time. I think I'm done waiting around. You lot can join me, take advantage of me, use me, or just sit there and watch me die for all I care. Like you said, you didn't survive this long on blind faith. I've got faith that the Compact will do whatever's best for the Compact. So I hope great things will come of this. But I think the time for a good hearty offensive is coming real soon. We'll just have to see." Her little speech concluded, Chloe stepped down on her wounded leg a few times, testing different weights, before nodding, satisfied. "It's not perfect, but it'll do. Thanks Doc. Here's to seeing you alive on the other side. I'm out!" Tossing her headphones on again, she peered out a crack in the door to make sure she wasn't being followed, gave a thumbs-up to the people behind her, and darted out the door, closing it softly behind her. They would prefer she left no trace, probably, so she did her best to hide her presence until she was a little further away. After reaching a safe enough distance, Chloe breathed a sigh of relief. She was back on the streets, and away from the judgmental stares. For now, that would have to be good enough. And if she ran into anybody else, well, hopefully nobody wanted to shoot her.</s>
<\|description\|>Chloe Hartmann Age: 17 Gender: Female Appearance: Personality: Completely self-serving, anarchic and vain, Chloe seems to go where she wants, when she wants to go there, and not a minute sooner. She allies herself with anybody who seeks to overthrow the current power structure, no matter their motives or methods, and when the a revolution she was aiding succeeds, she rises up with the next group of insurgents. She has a constant lackadaisical attitude that annoys the people around her, as though she doesn't care who they are or why they're around in the first place. Whatever is going on in her head is more important to her than her interpersonal relationships, and she barely seems to remember other peoples' names. Bio: Chloe was born into a poor family on the wrong side of the tracks. Their house was constantly getting broken into and robbed, and it wasn't uncommon for her to watch her father literally fight to take back their home from squatters and gangs. This was how she spent the first ten years of her life. However, in her tenth year of life, even this routine was uprooted and taken from her, as she and her family were seized by a small upstart gang, beaten, and put to work by them. Chloe never saw her father again after that day. She and her mother lived an uneasy life, essentially as slaves for this random gang of thugs with very little power, but there was nothing that she and her mother could do, because they were powerless. On the day she met the incubator, there was no convincing that needed to happen, no goading or talks. She had a wish that she would go to any lengths to fulfill. At present, she is known to support rebellions in any form. In Aurora, she has chosen to ally herself with the Shadow Compact, since she likes the way they do business. Most people question why a magical girl would ally herself with humans to overthrow magical girl superiority, but she has never mentioned her motives even once to anybody. She enjoys living a hedonistic life without any ties to other people and without any particular direction, and she has no true friends to speak of, though she has uneasy allies and very loose acquaintances. Chloe's been at this magical girl thing for quite a while now and seems to enjoy the rhythm of it. While she knows that one day it has to end, focusing on the present is what brings her joy. Allegiance: Shadow Compact. While uneasy, she has formed a sort of partnership with the Shadow Compact. She has power, and seems hell-bent on overthrowing the rule of the current magical girl system for some reason. Many in the organisation don't like her involvement, but even they can't argue with her results in the face of their own relative powerlessness. Skills: Chloe is physically strong from all of the non-magical fighting she engages in, and the constant labour work that she never quite managed to separate herself from. Even when not powered up by magic, she is stronger than most girls her age and can hold her own against an adult in a fight. If you asked anybody else, the rest of her skillset would consist of annoying people and being mysterious. Weapons: Brass knuckles Other: Chloe isn't very quick to make friends for obvious reasons, but that doesn't necessarily mean she wants to be that way... Magical Girl Appearance: Wish: It's not known to the public. Weapons: Power Fists, great for hand to hand combat, blocking heavy attacks, and general wanton destruction. Powers: Obviously something to do with her unknown wish, but this is also unknown.</s> <\|message\|>Maria Goethe "It's okay Kyubey, you don't need to worry. Leave it to magical girl Maria to save the day!" So he's going to expect me to comb the entire city for some crazy bitches messing around with their magic...as expected of him. Though Nobles aren't directly involved I'll bet my storage of grief seeds that they're secretly backed by one. Now I'll just have to check which one of them would resort to such idiocy. "Let's check the map. That is always a good idea when investigating cities," Maria said as she smiled. She opened up a map file on her computer that she has tampered with herself to show different colors and lines on different parts of the map.</s> <\|message\|>Eponine Hassane "Adrian," Eponine said, "relay to the other search teams that before speaking with the magical girl, they are to report their position." Her reason for this was so that if the team that found her was wiped out, the rest would know where it had happened. In fact, every team she killed would leave a trail potentially pointing out her next destination. Still, as they continued to follow leads, they saw no sign of her. Eponine hoped that none of the people they had spoken to had lied. If they had, she would have to flatten their neighborhood as an example for what happened to people harboring fugitives. If there was no dishonesty, then Eponine's search cordon should be tightening slowly, and they would all either eventually meet each other in the middle with the rogue having somehow managed to slip past; or the rogue would be discovered and a fight would most likely ensue. Eponine activated her magical girl form, pulling out her warhammer, ready to activate her 'field of absolute terror' at a moment's notice.</s> <\|message\|>Chloe Hartmann Chloe didn't have to be paying much attention to realize that her time was limited. The rooftops could provide a potential out when it came to people searching for her - regular humans had trouble traversing even the narrowly packed city rooftops - but when she thought about it, what was she really going to do? Run through the city giving these folks a wild goose chase? Kill everybody involved, spawning more havoc? "...Not the worst ideas in the world, and they sound kind of fun..." But no. She had told Oscar that she was finished avoiding confrontation, and that still held true. Not that she wanted to get shot again. Her mobility was already hampered by one wounded leg. She didn't relish the idea of having to walk around town doing a handstand because of bullet holes in both legs, though again, it sounded just a little fun. Chloe transformed without any particular flair, and simply stood her ground. She was far enough away from the safehouse that nothing should be traced back to the people there, so it was time to meet her maker. As the group drew closer, her suspicions were confirmed, seeing a magical girl heading their ranks. That made sense. Five humans didn't do the job, why send anything less? The girl in front of her looked a bit younger than Chloe herself, and was wielding an impressive warhammer. She had to compliment the girl on her taste in weaponry. That wasn't a tool made for fixing things. As the girl approached, Chloe held up a massive armored hand in greeting, signaling that she didn't intend to fight. At least not right away. "Hey lady. You're the hound they sent to track me down, huh? Well, I guess you did it, so good on you. Here to take me to jail, then? Or kill me, maybe?"</s> <\|message\|>Kolya Lukoshenko Even after coming here a hundred times, Kolya was still uncomfortable in her Ladyship's private rooms. Not only was the carefully designed architecture doing its job, but the idea of invading a young woman's room just didn't sit right. Pushing the misgivings away, he strode in with an air of respect and hopefully competence. 'Good morning, my Lady.', he began, bowing his head slightly before diving right into his report. 'I have three items of interest. First off, a town in the south requires a new governor after the old administration failed to keep up with taxation. I recommend a magi be sent to oversee the area in the meantime.' Riffling though a handful of paperwork, he produced and handed over a set of forms detailing the fate of Mayor Geier, along with a list of suitable replacements. 'There was also a disturbance reported at a border post of Lady Goethe's lands, but I have it on good authority that the situation has been dealt with. More pressingly for the city, I have evidence of a build-up of UN forces to the south.' Even after the collapse of the traditional nation-state system, the UN continued to exert its authority over the remaining member states. Their activities in central Europe were limited, but a persistent thorn in Aurora's side. 'No evidence of why or what they might be doing, but I would recommend a punitive strike. My men are not capable of holding off trained soldiers, but a handful of magi could easily break their lines... My Lady.', he added, as always striving a bit too hard to remain polite.</s> <\|message\|>Eponine Hassane Eponine's eyes narrowed slightly as she stared at Chloe. She spun her hammer around and planted its head into the ground, letting go of the weapon to signify that she also had no intention to fight. She continued to stare at Chloe, seeing if dropping her guard would prompt the girl to make a preemptive strike. When no attack came, Eponine said, "Alright Adrian, take everyone and go, and tell the others to stop the search. Everything that happens from here on out is entirely my responsibility." Eponine felt that the proposition she had for Chloe was better kept secret; it wouldn't do to have too many people hear about how Maria ordered her to invite an unaffiliated magical girl to Maria's base. Eponine waited for Adrian and the others to clear off before speaking again, "I am Knight Eponine Hassane. Procedure would have me...apprehend a non-affiliate magical girl such as you. As much as I feel compelled to take you down, my lady has taken an interest in you, and I am under orders to...extend an invitation to you to come to her base so that she may speak with you personally." Eponine spoke slowly and mechanically, pausing to choose her words. Chloe's tone of voice and posture implied a carefree attitude and lack of discipline to Eponine, who felt a simplistic need to eliminate her; only her adherence to her orders prevented her from violently satiating her visceral hatred of someone she saw as an agent of chaos. "If you can confirm that you are, in fact, an unaffiliated magical girl, and that you are the one who erected an effigy using an...unused grief seed, then I will escort you to my lady immediately."</s> <\|message\|>Alice Earhart "Another poor ignorant soul down...." Alice looked at the grief seed she was holding in her left palm. There was a smile of satisfaction on her face as she had succeeded in eliminating another person who was against co-existence. The cries of pain the girl had let out was quite nice to Alice's ears. She relished in seeing her targets' suffering and striking them with her scythe while they were helpless in her cage. She drove the magical girl to the point her soul gem tainted and transforming her into a witch. Alice was surprised she had the patience to carry out such a plan. Usually she would hunt those whose soul gem were almost fully tainted but the recent target was torturing a family of normals that she felt she needed to step in and kill. Alice looked at the charred remains of the target's corpse. After dealing with the witch, she had proceeded to cut the body and burn it to a crisp with her magic. It was necessary to not leave a single trace behind just in case though Alice knew sooner or later the Authority would be tracking her down. She must not let herself be caught and get pulled into the system she detest so much. With the job done, Alice went over to the family and they cowering in fear. The family consisted of an older boy with two little girls. Alice deduced the three were probably siblings. The boy seemed to be her age when she became a magical girl. "Where are your parents?" The boy did not answer her but instead glared at her. Alice then proceeded to read his mind. The boy's mind was filled with hatred for magical girls for killing his parents and he wanted her to just go away before he decided to kill her. Alice fought back a chuckle. The boy was just like her but his idea of trying to kill her was laughable. Seeing that her job was done, she left the siblings there not caring what they do the next. Alice then cancelled her transformation and used the grief seed on her soul gem. With her soul gem pure again, Alice decided to find her next target. "Now where to next?" Wherever she go, she needed to be wary of the Authority since she heard they were on the move due to recent incident.</s>	<\|message\|>Chloe Hartmann Chloe had to think for a moment on her own intentions. "Straight into the hornet's nest, huh..." She wasn't totally set on fighting with this unknown magi, though it seemed that her prospective opponent wanted a fight, or was looking for an excuse. Maybe Chloe was just projecting. In the end, she fell back on the logic that had kept her from death or corruption: What would be the most entertaining option? "Ah, so you saw that little bit of work, did you? You guys really do have eyes and ears everywhere... Well, it was made to be found, so I'm happy it could serve its purpose. Glad you liked it. Yeah, I made that 'effigy' as you call it. And... yeah, I'm on my own. Too much responsibility otherwise, y'know? Too much stress. Surely you know what I mean." Chloe was beating around the bush, trying to get a rise out of Eponine, who, while it seemed as though she should be smoldering, seemed to have something of a stone visage. This was entertaining for the carefree girl, though it was possible she was pushing her luck just a little too far in front of this stranger she had never met. "Right... Anyway, you say your owner wants to talk to me? How unusual. I suppose it wouldn't do for you to go against orders, huh? Yeah, I'll come with. Lead on, though forgive me if I stay transformed. I don't really have any reason to trust you or any number of armed goons you might have waiting in the bleachers. Name's Chloe, by the way. Chloe Hartmann. Don't bother with a background check. I bet you won't find that name in any databases these days. The poor and the downtrodden are so often overlooked by those in power."</s>
<\|description\|>Chloe Hartmann Age: 17 Gender: Female Appearance: Personality: Completely self-serving, anarchic and vain, Chloe seems to go where she wants, when she wants to go there, and not a minute sooner. She allies herself with anybody who seeks to overthrow the current power structure, no matter their motives or methods, and when the a revolution she was aiding succeeds, she rises up with the next group of insurgents. She has a constant lackadaisical attitude that annoys the people around her, as though she doesn't care who they are or why they're around in the first place. Whatever is going on in her head is more important to her than her interpersonal relationships, and she barely seems to remember other peoples' names. Bio: Chloe was born into a poor family on the wrong side of the tracks. Their house was constantly getting broken into and robbed, and it wasn't uncommon for her to watch her father literally fight to take back their home from squatters and gangs. This was how she spent the first ten years of her life. However, in her tenth year of life, even this routine was uprooted and taken from her, as she and her family were seized by a small upstart gang, beaten, and put to work by them. Chloe never saw her father again after that day. She and her mother lived an uneasy life, essentially as slaves for this random gang of thugs with very little power, but there was nothing that she and her mother could do, because they were powerless. On the day she met the incubator, there was no convincing that needed to happen, no goading or talks. She had a wish that she would go to any lengths to fulfill. At present, she is known to support rebellions in any form. In Aurora, she has chosen to ally herself with the Shadow Compact, since she likes the way they do business. Most people question why a magical girl would ally herself with humans to overthrow magical girl superiority, but she has never mentioned her motives even once to anybody. She enjoys living a hedonistic life without any ties to other people and without any particular direction, and she has no true friends to speak of, though she has uneasy allies and very loose acquaintances. Chloe's been at this magical girl thing for quite a while now and seems to enjoy the rhythm of it. While she knows that one day it has to end, focusing on the present is what brings her joy. Allegiance: Shadow Compact. While uneasy, she has formed a sort of partnership with the Shadow Compact. She has power, and seems hell-bent on overthrowing the rule of the current magical girl system for some reason. Many in the organisation don't like her involvement, but even they can't argue with her results in the face of their own relative powerlessness. Skills: Chloe is physically strong from all of the non-magical fighting she engages in, and the constant labour work that she never quite managed to separate herself from. Even when not powered up by magic, she is stronger than most girls her age and can hold her own against an adult in a fight. If you asked anybody else, the rest of her skillset would consist of annoying people and being mysterious. Weapons: Brass knuckles Other: Chloe isn't very quick to make friends for obvious reasons, but that doesn't necessarily mean she wants to be that way... Magical Girl Appearance: Wish: It's not known to the public. Weapons: Power Fists, great for hand to hand combat, blocking heavy attacks, and general wanton destruction. Powers: Obviously something to do with her unknown wish, but this is also unknown.</s> <\|message\|>Maria Goethe "Roger," the driver answered as the two of them entered inside the jeep, followed by the vehicle speeding off towards Maria's headquarters. --- It didn't take long for a fortress-like object to come into view as the jeep slowed down and stopped before the gates, which were ornate and flowery in design. Once Eponine stepped out of the jeep the guards immediately opened the gates and saluted, not thinking twice about the girl following her as they passed through the gates and into the mansion that the walls surrounded. Maria put down the phone and sighed; she knew that Violetta was part of the law enforcement division, and thus her command could be belayed by the head of the law enforcement department, Alexandra. Other than that, she was one of the few people outside her domain she could trust with discreet matters. She remembered an incident where a cluster of Shadow Compact sympathizers were found and their hideout was burned to the ground along with the rest of them; Violetta was the one who carried out that task with her flamethrower. The sounds of screaming and the stench of burning flesh that day was something she remembers fondly. As she finished reminiscing, she realized that Kyubey, whom she was trying to pet, was gone. She didn't give much thought to the creature's disappearance, it was expected after all, before she heard the sounds of the front door opening and a pair of feet stepping inside, causing Maria to almost jump out of her wheelchair in excitement. "Fantine! Get the dining hall ready for our guests!" She shouted, and immediately headed over to the foyer to greet the two. The moment she laid her eyes on the rogue, Maria started to smile in a fiendish way, before it turned into the cutesy smile she was accustomed to holding. Aah, yes. This one is boisterous and arrogant; just the type I wished from my wild card. And if I'm not mistaken, she seems to be a friend to a certain group of "friends" too. Phase 1 is successful. Now, onto Phase 2. Maria put on a sweet and compelling voice as she spoke. "Welcome to the Goethe Estate. I am Maria Goethe, the one who has invited you here." She turned around on her wheelchair and headed to the dining hall. "Please, have a seat. Feel free to partake of any delicacies you find on the table. If you would like some tea or soft drinks, just speak the word and I'll have it served, heehee."</s> <\|message\|>Fantine Hassane Fantine bustled around, setting up the dining table, placing small dishes, exquisite teacups, and dessert forks, as well as multi-tiered trays of sweets and pastries. Eponine entered and upon noticing that Maria hadn't transformed, said, "Lady Maria, I would recommend that you be in your magical girl form for the time being." "Eponine!" Fantine shouted as she threw herself at her sister in an exuberant hug. Eponine looked down, showing the faintest of smiles, putting one arm behind Fantine's shoulder and patting her head with the other, while strategically moving so that she placed herself between Fantine and Chloe. Then Fantine went back to Maria's side to wait for additional orders, so Eponine sat down very straight at the table, standing her hammer next to her seat, and keeping an eye on Chloe.</s> <\|message\|>Chloe Hartmann Chloe felt a shiver down her spine upon meeting her first member of Auroran 'nobility.' Is this what they're all like? These government types? Scary. She wasn't very impressed with the furnishings or the building itself. It ended up being about what she was expecting. Lavish, rich. This girl had servants and underlings. This was a real life lady, with real power. Maria Goethe, she said her name was. Chloe wouldn't forget it, probably. She didn't mention a title in her introduction, which struck Chloe as odd. That either meant she was very casual and didn't care for it, or the more likely case: it was implied. Something like You don't need to know my position, except that I am far above you. Unlike Eponine, who had some nobility to her, but otherwise acted with humility, this girl was clearly putting on an act. Chloe knew from moment one that she was never going to get along with either of these people. She wanted to lash out right at that moment. If this girl was going to display her brand of power by asserting her control, Chloe desperately wanted to display her own brand of power, by destroying the things that gave the other girl power. To smash the architecture, kill some servants maybe. It didn't really matter what, but the impulse was fighting its way to the surface. Chloe had to almost literally choke it back. There were more important things for the moment. If she needed to resort to breaking stuff, then her grasp on the situation might as well be over right now. "...Fine. It's not very lady-like, so forgive me, but if you have tea, you must have simple milk, right? I'll take you up on your offer. Skip the biscuits, just milk is fine." Chloe examined the large gauntlets granted to her by remaining in her transformed state, considering reverting back for the time being. But her emotions were running wild right now, so it was possible that she couldn't revert even if she wanted to. "...In a sturdy cup, if you could." Hands built for smashing were a poor fit for priceless tea sets. Chloe couldn't help but notice a particular serving girl who was enthusiastic at Eponine's return. D'aww. Who would have thought the iron maiden could have such a close relation. A friend maybe? No, probably family. She made a mental note. If she was going to kill off some workers here, it might be prudent to avoid this particular one. It was an odd feeling, but she couldn't really shake it. If I break this girl, I will die. After resolving everything in her mind, Chloe sat down at a seat across from the one Eponine had chosen. The other girl was keeping an eye on her, and for the moment, the intention was mutual. Despite that, her eyes were focused not on Eponine, but on Maria, who posed a totally unknown level of threat. She would be a magical girl, to be sure, but she hadn't transformed. Chloe knew not her weapon, nor her power. "I'm not very good at these nobility games, if you couldn't tell, so you should probably just tell me straight out why you wanted to talk to me instead of trying to have me arrested."</s> <\|message\|>Maria Goethe Maria giggled a bit. "Oh Eponine, she is our guest, not an enemy. I'm certain if we come into a conflict of any sort, which is ludicrous to even think of as a possibility, you will be there to protect us." "Wonderful. Fantine, if you would." Maria looked over at her maid for a moment, before returning her attention back to the rogue. This could have gone a lot less smoothly if she refused to speak. Thankfully that is not the case. Straight-forward type, huh? This makes everything a lot simpler. Maria acted surprised. "Arrested? Why would I have a maker of such beautiful art arrested? No, you have a vision that shouldn't be shackled by the ignorant. The truth is, you and I are not as different as you might think. You see, I too am an artist. My canvas is Aurora, my paintbrush it's people. But my vision is also bound, locked up tight and the key thrown away by the tyranny of Alexandra, the Queen of Aurora City." Maria took a break from talking, and sipped on her tea before continuing. "She does not care for the people under her heel, for she lives only to subjugate us, and to separate us. But unlike the other Nobles who are too afraid to stand up to her oppression, I have the will to see her fall from her tower along with her supporters. I only ask if you share that will with me, and join the fight to free Aurora from her claws."</s> <\|message\|>Eponine Hassane Fantine bowed and ran off to find a suitable container for Chloe's milk. Eponine loosened up a bit once Fantine left the room, but immediately tightened up again, even started fidgeting restlessly when Maria started talking about overthrowing the Queen. Eponine wanted to speak out, to object, to remind Maria of her loyalties and the severe punishments for treason, but a few factors prevented her from doing so. The first factor was that Eponine did not want to show weakness to Chloe, nor undermine the appearance of power that Maria had; if Chloe saw Eponine contradict Maria, Chloe might think that Maria couldn't even control her own subordinates. The second factor was that it was entirely possible that Maria was playing a ruse, trying to trick Chloe into divulging some sort of information. Still, Eponine was extremely uncomfortable, and gripped the armrests of her chair tightly, her wide eyes darting back and forth between Maria and Chloe. Despite her efforts, her nervousness showed through; such expression of emotion that she had not shown in a long time. Fantine returned shortly holding a tray with a pewter beer stein and a large glass jug of cold milk. She placed the stein in front of Chloe and poured some milk out for her, before retreating back into her waiting position behind Maria's wheelchair.</s>	<\|message\|>Chloe Hartmann Chloe pondered Maria's words as carefully as she could, expressing thanks for the drink she'd been brought. "...An artist, you say? Hm. I wonder..." Maria was overestimating the significance of Chloe's random act of murder, to be sure, but her logic was still sound. And what was she saying in front of a stranger? She wanted to take down the queen of the city? Chloe's head, not quite set to spinning, wobbled and teetered dangerously off its hinges regardless. "I gotta wonder about your intentions, here, Lady. It's real nice and easy to say you want to rise up against those who oppress you, but you seem pretty comfortable here. Don't you have all these... toys, because of your position? Your devotion to the concept of 'order' and your political scheming?" Chloe took a drink to anchor her thoughts. She wasn't a philosopher, but she did believe that she was being worked right now. Still better than jail, so I'll put up with it for now. "So, say I help you take down this queen. It could be we have the same goal, if you're telling the truth. I may be stupid but I'm not a total idiot. That puts you in power, I bet. What you do at that point ain't my business and it ain't even my hobby. You can do what you want. But what's to stop me from knocking you out right afterward? That sounds like a great deal for me, like a two-for-one. But a poor deal for you. Real sad end for a budding coup, see."</s>
<\|description\|>Chloe Hartmann Age: 17 Gender: Female Appearance: Personality: Completely self-serving, anarchic and vain, Chloe seems to go where she wants, when she wants to go there, and not a minute sooner. She allies herself with anybody who seeks to overthrow the current power structure, no matter their motives or methods, and when the a revolution she was aiding succeeds, she rises up with the next group of insurgents. She has a constant lackadaisical attitude that annoys the people around her, as though she doesn't care who they are or why they're around in the first place. Whatever is going on in her head is more important to her than her interpersonal relationships, and she barely seems to remember other peoples' names. Bio: Chloe was born into a poor family on the wrong side of the tracks. Their house was constantly getting broken into and robbed, and it wasn't uncommon for her to watch her father literally fight to take back their home from squatters and gangs. This was how she spent the first ten years of her life. However, in her tenth year of life, even this routine was uprooted and taken from her, as she and her family were seized by a small upstart gang, beaten, and put to work by them. Chloe never saw her father again after that day. She and her mother lived an uneasy life, essentially as slaves for this random gang of thugs with very little power, but there was nothing that she and her mother could do, because they were powerless. On the day she met the incubator, there was no convincing that needed to happen, no goading or talks. She had a wish that she would go to any lengths to fulfill. At present, she is known to support rebellions in any form. In Aurora, she has chosen to ally herself with the Shadow Compact, since she likes the way they do business. Most people question why a magical girl would ally herself with humans to overthrow magical girl superiority, but she has never mentioned her motives even once to anybody. She enjoys living a hedonistic life without any ties to other people and without any particular direction, and she has no true friends to speak of, though she has uneasy allies and very loose acquaintances. Chloe's been at this magical girl thing for quite a while now and seems to enjoy the rhythm of it. While she knows that one day it has to end, focusing on the present is what brings her joy. Allegiance: Shadow Compact. While uneasy, she has formed a sort of partnership with the Shadow Compact. She has power, and seems hell-bent on overthrowing the rule of the current magical girl system for some reason. Many in the organisation don't like her involvement, but even they can't argue with her results in the face of their own relative powerlessness. Skills: Chloe is physically strong from all of the non-magical fighting she engages in, and the constant labour work that she never quite managed to separate herself from. Even when not powered up by magic, she is stronger than most girls her age and can hold her own against an adult in a fight. If you asked anybody else, the rest of her skillset would consist of annoying people and being mysterious. Weapons: Brass knuckles Other: Chloe isn't very quick to make friends for obvious reasons, but that doesn't necessarily mean she wants to be that way... Magical Girl Appearance: Wish: It's not known to the public. Weapons: Power Fists, great for hand to hand combat, blocking heavy attacks, and general wanton destruction. Powers: Obviously something to do with her unknown wish, but this is also unknown.</s> <\|message\|>Chloe Hartmann So is this your true form, then, Maria Goethe? Or is there something deeper still? "'Fraid you've made two mistakes, Lady. The first is assuming I care about what happens to the Compact. No sense hiding it if you already know, we have a relationship of mutual manipulation. I use them because I can't be everywhere at once, and I like the way they operate, and they use me because the strength of a magical girl is no joke, as I'm sure you know. "The second mistake is appealing to my sense of justice. I couldn't give less of a damn if the city descends into anarchy and becomes the territory of witches. Every damned human here could die for all I care. They're all garbage to begin with. You, your political struggle, the state of Aurora, Incubators, the 'law,' all of it can crumble. Me, all I want is to have fun." She took a moment to take another sip of milk, seeming oblivious to the dark aura that had engulfed the room. The balance of power had shifted dramatically, but it wasn't like Chloe was out of bargaining chips either. "I don't like being threatened, though I can't say I didn't see it coming. I'll take your threat as fair play. The truth is," Chloe continued as she stood out of her chair. Sitting was awkward for her when she was transformed, and standing just felt a little more natural. "I just want what's best for me, see. I won't ever be loyal to you, because I... I just can't. I'm not loyal to the Compact, or to Aurora or anybody but myself. That said, you," she said as she pointed to Maria, before shifting her hand and gaze to where Eponine was sitting, seeming a bit shaken by the ordeal, "and you. You're fun. It seems like interesting stuff might happen around you. And one day, if I go along with this charade, I might get to fight you guys fair. Maybe even kill you. I wouldn't be bored for like a week if that happens. Or maybe I'll die. Won't ever be bored again that way either." This was a lot of talking, more than Chloe was used to doing all at once, though it was her own fault for her rambling way of speaking to others, she knew. "So... fine. Because it's interesting, I'll let you use me in whatever game you have concocted. But I won't... can't promise loyalty. I might kill you one day. Or smash up your house. Or even betray you. There's just no other option for me. You've gotta take it or leave it, Lady. But it might do you some good to discuss that with your subordinates, they might be a bit restless with the idea."</s> <\|message\|>Violetta FitzCarraldo. (Veee oh-let-ter, not Vayyy-oh-let-ter. She gets annoyed if you mispronounce it.) The street instantly grew a few degrees colder, and Violetta tilted her head, curiously. Factories, as far as she she understood the term, were big houses to store even bigger machines in. Most of them should've been abandoned a long time ago as the raw materials that had to be supplied to them ran out. Unless there were such a thing as magical girl truckers, shipping and handling precious goods between places so the humans didn't whinge so much about not being fed all the time, but that seemed ridiculous to her. So who or what was exploding the factories? Magical girl fights? She brushed those thoughts aside, dismissing them as unimportant. This girl got on her nerves, and she could tell the reverse was true, too. She was cocky, loud, and shifted her weight between her feet like she was ready to break into irish dance at any moment. Or maybe she really was ready to fight. Vi shifted her weight, and gripped at the metal rod of her flamethrower like a drawn sword. The small light at the end flicked on, and danced in the early morning chill. From a quick glance at it, Violetta read a wind speed barely over a knot. That meant lighter winds, maybe some three or four knots, the higher you rose, and with a ranged weapon like hers, wind speeds mattered. She was still wrapped in her smoke coccoon, which was still a plus. And there was a seed in her pocket, all that was left of Michelle "Cirno" McCarthy, that was still another advantage "Nah, but thanks for the offer." She began, acting like they weren't each doing the magical girl equivalent of the showdown at high noon. "Tried it once, and it just makes you feel like you're controlling your body with a marionette. It's awful. But boss' orders are to shut it down, so i've got to do my duty like a good little government lapdog. Así es la vida."</s> <\|message\|>Maria Goethe Though Maria didn't show it on the outside, she was furious. She was outraged at the insolence of the rogue for completely defying her threats on Shadow Compact and her life and talking back to her with reckless abandon, but more than that, she was angry at herself for making a mistake like she said. It never occurred to me that a Shadow Compact agent wouldn't have any loyalty to them. Or a sense of justice for that matter. How could I have been so blind? Maria's rage started to take the forms of fantasies: they were about dragging her to the basement and torturing her, making her slowly bleed until the floor pooled with her blood. However, she managed to take a hold of herself once she remembered that she was actually willing to co-operate in a certain fashion, and Maria had a policy of not turning down the help of useful people, as loathsome as they could be. There was also the fact that Maria finally had a means of communication with Shadow Compact that was unknown to the rest of the Authority, which meant she now had as good chance as ever of actually achieving her objectives. Still, she couldn't believe how little value the rogue placed on her own life or the life of anyone else, and wondered for a moment if she was actually a witch in human form, so alien did her thinking seem to her. After a moment of sitting silent and staring at the rogue like an overweight man would look at a plate of salad, she finally spoke, in a low voice: "Take these." She called Fantine over and had her deliver two items to Chloe: a flash drive and a cellphone. She explained the items: "The cellphone is in case I need to contact you or Shadow Compact. It only has my number listed, but you can call other numbers with it too. The second item is a flash drive: it contains important data on all the territories and personnel of Aurora City with the exception of mine or my people. It also has a list of weak points: buildings, locations and the like. Attacking these weak points is sure to destabilize the government and loosen Alexandra's grip over the city. Shadow Compact would sacrifice several magical girls to get their hands on that, so treat it with care." She paused for a moment, and then said: "In return, I only ask for one thing: the name of the one who would stand up to me without fear."</s> <\|message\|>Eponine Hassane When Chloe stood up, Eponine did the same, wordlessly grabbing her hammer in preparation for a surprise attack from Chloe. All this talk of rebellion confused Eponine, and not only was tension rising between Chloe and Maria while they negotiated, Eponine felt an increased tension between herself and Maria. But when Chloe told Maria to 'discuss her plans with her restless subordinates', Eponine retorted, falling back to her default thinking, "How dare you question my loyalty to Lady Maria?!" For Eponine, it was more of an emotional release; it was so much simpler to not have to think, to fall back on habit, on programmed behavior. Of course, Eponine would have to ask Maria about it later, but for now, Eponine took comfort in her zealotry, solidarity, loyalty, ignorance, and blindness. Fantine did as commanded, while Eponine shifted from foot to foot nervously until Fantine was a good distance from Chloe. Eponine worried now more than before since Maria was actually sharing vital information with an unstable deviant, but resolved to hold her tongue until after Chloe had left. When Maria asked Chloe for her name, Eponine stared at Chloe with a look of judgment, mixed in with a slight smugness. Of course, Eponine already knew Chloe's name since she ahd told her, but Eponine wanted Chloe to say it herself as Maria had ordered. For Chloe to tell Maria to ask Eponine to tell her her name would be an act of incredible insolence that Eponine was not going to tolerate. She gripped her hammer tightly, waiting for Chloe to make that mistake and give Eponine a justifiable reason to smear her bloody corpse-paste along the estate grounds.</s> <\|message\|>Yume Fubuki At the Incubator's response, Yume felt her anger be snuffed out by shame. "You are correct. Forgive my childish temper." She now spoke quietly, shifting back into her normal form. Betraying her lingering feelings, she let out a small sigh and tucked her platinum hair up under a baseball cap. This coupled with a regular shirt and pants made her appear a young boy, something that freed her from any suspicions of being magical girl when it be dangerous to be one. That's just how she liked it. "Fly under the radar and no one will hassle you." was her continual motto. It could be dangerous for a rogue like herself in this world of nobles and their subordinates, and she had no intention of making her situation worse, what with the whole "despair" thing and all. "I'm honestly surprised to have gotten a response out of you, Kyubey." she said breezily. "Which makes me regret having wasted your time." As she started off, however, someone caught her eye. A man. Sneaking glances at her. She shuddered and turned toward him, maintaining a good distance so as not to appear threatening. "May I help you?" She asked politely.</s>	<\|message\|>Chloe Hartmann Chloe took the items from the serving girl, listening to Maria's explanation, and seeming to completely ignore Eponine's outburst. In truth, she was now more interested in the mental state of the uptight girl than the political proceedings happening in front of her, but it wasn't the right time to shift topics. It seems like her terms had been accepted after all. It was a bit of a relief that she was even still alive. Maria wasn't happy. Eponine wasn't happy. Chloe was on the fence, as usual. She'd fight against Alexandra and her law enforcement. She'd give this info to Oscar back at the safehouse. As much as it made Chloe happy to knock down buildings by herself, there was too much work to do. Work better suited to humans and their bombs. "Cooperation really is something, huh?" Chloe remarked casually, as though she was coming across some kind of revelation. Ever terrible at reading a room, she was back to her usual casual demeanor. "My name... your knight's got the priveledge of that info already... but it's Chloe. Chloe Hartmann." She scratched her head lightly with a huge steel finger. "Dunno if maybe you're overstating my accomplishments there, but whatever floats your boat. Good to be working with you. I look forward to the day you try to bump me off. Might just be the best day of my life, heh." Just a little gallows humor as she stood staring past such a dangerous situation. "I hope we can get along until then. Though I guess maybe that's just in the definition."</s>
<\|description\|>Chloe Hartmann Age: 17 Gender: Female Appearance: Personality: Completely self-serving, anarchic and vain, Chloe seems to go where she wants, when she wants to go there, and not a minute sooner. She allies herself with anybody who seeks to overthrow the current power structure, no matter their motives or methods, and when the a revolution she was aiding succeeds, she rises up with the next group of insurgents. She has a constant lackadaisical attitude that annoys the people around her, as though she doesn't care who they are or why they're around in the first place. Whatever is going on in her head is more important to her than her interpersonal relationships, and she barely seems to remember other peoples' names. Bio: Chloe was born into a poor family on the wrong side of the tracks. Their house was constantly getting broken into and robbed, and it wasn't uncommon for her to watch her father literally fight to take back their home from squatters and gangs. This was how she spent the first ten years of her life. However, in her tenth year of life, even this routine was uprooted and taken from her, as she and her family were seized by a small upstart gang, beaten, and put to work by them. Chloe never saw her father again after that day. She and her mother lived an uneasy life, essentially as slaves for this random gang of thugs with very little power, but there was nothing that she and her mother could do, because they were powerless. On the day she met the incubator, there was no convincing that needed to happen, no goading or talks. She had a wish that she would go to any lengths to fulfill. At present, she is known to support rebellions in any form. In Aurora, she has chosen to ally herself with the Shadow Compact, since she likes the way they do business. Most people question why a magical girl would ally herself with humans to overthrow magical girl superiority, but she has never mentioned her motives even once to anybody. She enjoys living a hedonistic life without any ties to other people and without any particular direction, and she has no true friends to speak of, though she has uneasy allies and very loose acquaintances. Chloe's been at this magical girl thing for quite a while now and seems to enjoy the rhythm of it. While she knows that one day it has to end, focusing on the present is what brings her joy. Allegiance: Shadow Compact. While uneasy, she has formed a sort of partnership with the Shadow Compact. She has power, and seems hell-bent on overthrowing the rule of the current magical girl system for some reason. Many in the organisation don't like her involvement, but even they can't argue with her results in the face of their own relative powerlessness. Skills: Chloe is physically strong from all of the non-magical fighting she engages in, and the constant labour work that she never quite managed to separate herself from. Even when not powered up by magic, she is stronger than most girls her age and can hold her own against an adult in a fight. If you asked anybody else, the rest of her skillset would consist of annoying people and being mysterious. Weapons: Brass knuckles Other: Chloe isn't very quick to make friends for obvious reasons, but that doesn't necessarily mean she wants to be that way... Magical Girl Appearance: Wish: It's not known to the public. Weapons: Power Fists, great for hand to hand combat, blocking heavy attacks, and general wanton destruction. Powers: Obviously something to do with her unknown wish, but this is also unknown.</s> <\|message\|>Violetta FitzCarraldo. (Veee oh-let-ter, not Vayyy-oh-let-ter. She gets annoyed if you mispronounce it.) The street instantly grew a few degrees colder, and Violetta tilted her head, curiously. Factories, as far as she she understood the term, were big houses to store even bigger machines in. Most of them should've been abandoned a long time ago as the raw materials that had to be supplied to them ran out. Unless there were such a thing as magical girl truckers, shipping and handling precious goods between places so the humans didn't whinge so much about not being fed all the time, but that seemed ridiculous to her. So who or what was exploding the factories? Magical girl fights? She brushed those thoughts aside, dismissing them as unimportant. This girl got on her nerves, and she could tell the reverse was true, too. She was cocky, loud, and shifted her weight between her feet like she was ready to break into irish dance at any moment. Or maybe she really was ready to fight. Vi shifted her weight, and gripped at the metal rod of her flamethrower like a drawn sword. The small light at the end flicked on, and danced in the early morning chill. From a quick glance at it, Violetta read a wind speed barely over a knot. That meant lighter winds, maybe some three or four knots, the higher you rose, and with a ranged weapon like hers, wind speeds mattered. She was still wrapped in her smoke coccoon, which was still a plus. And there was a seed in her pocket, all that was left of Michelle "Cirno" McCarthy, that was still another advantage "Nah, but thanks for the offer." She began, acting like they weren't each doing the magical girl equivalent of the showdown at high noon. "Tried it once, and it just makes you feel like you're controlling your body with a marionette. It's awful. But boss' orders are to shut it down, so i've got to do my duty like a good little government lapdog. Así es la vida."</s> <\|message\|>Maria Goethe Though Maria didn't show it on the outside, she was furious. She was outraged at the insolence of the rogue for completely defying her threats on Shadow Compact and her life and talking back to her with reckless abandon, but more than that, she was angry at herself for making a mistake like she said. It never occurred to me that a Shadow Compact agent wouldn't have any loyalty to them. Or a sense of justice for that matter. How could I have been so blind? Maria's rage started to take the forms of fantasies: they were about dragging her to the basement and torturing her, making her slowly bleed until the floor pooled with her blood. However, she managed to take a hold of herself once she remembered that she was actually willing to co-operate in a certain fashion, and Maria had a policy of not turning down the help of useful people, as loathsome as they could be. There was also the fact that Maria finally had a means of communication with Shadow Compact that was unknown to the rest of the Authority, which meant she now had as good chance as ever of actually achieving her objectives. Still, she couldn't believe how little value the rogue placed on her own life or the life of anyone else, and wondered for a moment if she was actually a witch in human form, so alien did her thinking seem to her. After a moment of sitting silent and staring at the rogue like an overweight man would look at a plate of salad, she finally spoke, in a low voice: "Take these." She called Fantine over and had her deliver two items to Chloe: a flash drive and a cellphone. She explained the items: "The cellphone is in case I need to contact you or Shadow Compact. It only has my number listed, but you can call other numbers with it too. The second item is a flash drive: it contains important data on all the territories and personnel of Aurora City with the exception of mine or my people. It also has a list of weak points: buildings, locations and the like. Attacking these weak points is sure to destabilize the government and loosen Alexandra's grip over the city. Shadow Compact would sacrifice several magical girls to get their hands on that, so treat it with care." She paused for a moment, and then said: "In return, I only ask for one thing: the name of the one who would stand up to me without fear."</s> <\|message\|>Eponine Hassane When Chloe stood up, Eponine did the same, wordlessly grabbing her hammer in preparation for a surprise attack from Chloe. All this talk of rebellion confused Eponine, and not only was tension rising between Chloe and Maria while they negotiated, Eponine felt an increased tension between herself and Maria. But when Chloe told Maria to 'discuss her plans with her restless subordinates', Eponine retorted, falling back to her default thinking, "How dare you question my loyalty to Lady Maria?!" For Eponine, it was more of an emotional release; it was so much simpler to not have to think, to fall back on habit, on programmed behavior. Of course, Eponine would have to ask Maria about it later, but for now, Eponine took comfort in her zealotry, solidarity, loyalty, ignorance, and blindness. Fantine did as commanded, while Eponine shifted from foot to foot nervously until Fantine was a good distance from Chloe. Eponine worried now more than before since Maria was actually sharing vital information with an unstable deviant, but resolved to hold her tongue until after Chloe had left. When Maria asked Chloe for her name, Eponine stared at Chloe with a look of judgment, mixed in with a slight smugness. Of course, Eponine already knew Chloe's name since she ahd told her, but Eponine wanted Chloe to say it herself as Maria had ordered. For Chloe to tell Maria to ask Eponine to tell her her name would be an act of incredible insolence that Eponine was not going to tolerate. She gripped her hammer tightly, waiting for Chloe to make that mistake and give Eponine a justifiable reason to smear her bloody corpse-paste along the estate grounds.</s> <\|message\|>Yume Fubuki At the Incubator's response, Yume felt her anger be snuffed out by shame. "You are correct. Forgive my childish temper." She now spoke quietly, shifting back into her normal form. Betraying her lingering feelings, she let out a small sigh and tucked her platinum hair up under a baseball cap. This coupled with a regular shirt and pants made her appear a young boy, something that freed her from any suspicions of being magical girl when it be dangerous to be one. That's just how she liked it. "Fly under the radar and no one will hassle you." was her continual motto. It could be dangerous for a rogue like herself in this world of nobles and their subordinates, and she had no intention of making her situation worse, what with the whole "despair" thing and all. "I'm honestly surprised to have gotten a response out of you, Kyubey." she said breezily. "Which makes me regret having wasted your time." As she started off, however, someone caught her eye. A man. Sneaking glances at her. She shuddered and turned toward him, maintaining a good distance so as not to appear threatening. "May I help you?" She asked politely.</s> <\|message\|>Chloe Hartmann Chloe took the items from the serving girl, listening to Maria's explanation, and seeming to completely ignore Eponine's outburst. In truth, she was now more interested in the mental state of the uptight girl than the political proceedings happening in front of her, but it wasn't the right time to shift topics. It seems like her terms had been accepted after all. It was a bit of a relief that she was even still alive. Maria wasn't happy. Eponine wasn't happy. Chloe was on the fence, as usual. She'd fight against Alexandra and her law enforcement. She'd give this info to Oscar back at the safehouse. As much as it made Chloe happy to knock down buildings by herself, there was too much work to do. Work better suited to humans and their bombs. "Cooperation really is something, huh?" Chloe remarked casually, as though she was coming across some kind of revelation. Ever terrible at reading a room, she was back to her usual casual demeanor. "My name... your knight's got the priveledge of that info already... but it's Chloe. Chloe Hartmann." She scratched her head lightly with a huge steel finger. "Dunno if maybe you're overstating my accomplishments there, but whatever floats your boat. Good to be working with you. I look forward to the day you try to bump me off. Might just be the best day of my life, heh." Just a little gallows humor as she stood staring past such a dangerous situation. "I hope we can get along until then. Though I guess maybe that's just in the definition."</s> <\|message\|>Maria Goethe There was a moment where Maria was starting to lose her cool and turn uneasy, feeling like she has lost control of the situation. However, the moment Eponine defended her Maria once again felt relaxed and reassured. She definitely needed to consult the recent turn of events with her once the rogue left, not only to secure her loyalty, but also to clear her own feelings on the matter. Though she had planned for this to happen, having it actually happen is a completely different thing, and something she also needed to cope with. Feeling like the situation was in her grasp again, Maria returned back to her cheery self, like her previous episode was just a dream. For a moment, she thought of rewarding Chloe with a chance to leave the city once she has become queen, but knew that it would be pointless, and there was nothing she could do to avert their eventual confrontation. She smiled. "Chloe Hartmann...let's do our best together." She then turned around on her wheelchair, not wanting to see her face for a moment longer. "You may now leave," she said, and made a call to confirm that order to the guards at the gate outside.</s>	<\|message\|>Chloe Hartmann Chloe nodded. Their business was finally concluded. She didn't say another word, smart enough to realize that was probably the best course of action in the tense room. Her self-defense instinct told her than any wasted words might chip away at her life. Instead, she turned and left the room, leaving the other two magi alone to discuss what would surely be some sort of plot. But that, as she had told Maria, was not any of Chloe's business. She knew these political types enough to know they were never trustworthy, but Chloe herself was just as bad, if not worse. Chloe had never met a predictable magical girl. The guards at the gate had been told of her arrival, and she waved jovially to a few who were standing stiff, their fingers on the triggers of their guns. Now free and uncaring as she was of being followed, she reverted back to human form and grasped her soul gem tightly in her hands. She would need a grief seed, and soon. But for now, she had a delivery to make. Knocking on the door of the safehouse she had so recently left, she forced her way in the door after giving all the proper safe words and planted the items she had received on the table. "Brought you a gift, to solidify a new friendship. Up for a little sabotage?"</s>
<\|description\|>Chloe Hartmann Age: 17 Gender: Female Appearance: Personality: Completely self-serving, anarchic and vain, Chloe seems to go where she wants, when she wants to go there, and not a minute sooner. She allies herself with anybody who seeks to overthrow the current power structure, no matter their motives or methods, and when the a revolution she was aiding succeeds, she rises up with the next group of insurgents. She has a constant lackadaisical attitude that annoys the people around her, as though she doesn't care who they are or why they're around in the first place. Whatever is going on in her head is more important to her than her interpersonal relationships, and she barely seems to remember other peoples' names. Bio: Chloe was born into a poor family on the wrong side of the tracks. Their house was constantly getting broken into and robbed, and it wasn't uncommon for her to watch her father literally fight to take back their home from squatters and gangs. This was how she spent the first ten years of her life. However, in her tenth year of life, even this routine was uprooted and taken from her, as she and her family were seized by a small upstart gang, beaten, and put to work by them. Chloe never saw her father again after that day. She and her mother lived an uneasy life, essentially as slaves for this random gang of thugs with very little power, but there was nothing that she and her mother could do, because they were powerless. On the day she met the incubator, there was no convincing that needed to happen, no goading or talks. She had a wish that she would go to any lengths to fulfill. At present, she is known to support rebellions in any form. In Aurora, she has chosen to ally herself with the Shadow Compact, since she likes the way they do business. Most people question why a magical girl would ally herself with humans to overthrow magical girl superiority, but she has never mentioned her motives even once to anybody. She enjoys living a hedonistic life without any ties to other people and without any particular direction, and she has no true friends to speak of, though she has uneasy allies and very loose acquaintances. Chloe's been at this magical girl thing for quite a while now and seems to enjoy the rhythm of it. While she knows that one day it has to end, focusing on the present is what brings her joy. Allegiance: Shadow Compact. While uneasy, she has formed a sort of partnership with the Shadow Compact. She has power, and seems hell-bent on overthrowing the rule of the current magical girl system for some reason. Many in the organisation don't like her involvement, but even they can't argue with her results in the face of their own relative powerlessness. Skills: Chloe is physically strong from all of the non-magical fighting she engages in, and the constant labour work that she never quite managed to separate herself from. Even when not powered up by magic, she is stronger than most girls her age and can hold her own against an adult in a fight. If you asked anybody else, the rest of her skillset would consist of annoying people and being mysterious. Weapons: Brass knuckles Other: Chloe isn't very quick to make friends for obvious reasons, but that doesn't necessarily mean she wants to be that way... Magical Girl Appearance: Wish: It's not known to the public. Weapons: Power Fists, great for hand to hand combat, blocking heavy attacks, and general wanton destruction. Powers: Obviously something to do with her unknown wish, but this is also unknown.</s> <\|message\|>Violetta FitzCarraldo. (Veee oh-let-ter, not Vayyy-oh-let-ter. She gets annoyed if you mispronounce it.) Mistake, please ignore.</s> <\|message\|>Maria Goethe While Maria did expect some kind of reactionary action or word from Eponine once the rogue left, she didn't expect that. She must have also kept a pent up anger inside her during the entire duration of the meeting, which was understandable given her newly-met acquaintance. While in a normal situation she would have scolded her of acting so violently inside the house and demanded she would go hunt some witch seeds or otherwise recompense, there was a more pressing subject at hand. Besides, she was also close to throwing her tea cup at the wall at some parts of the conversation. Did she bite her tongue? She is not as devoid of emotion as I assumed of her, then. "I will be lenient this time and forgive you for your act of transgression," Maria said. At this point, she didn't mind if the entire mansion crumbled, since she would be moving up into a much better building soon. "But there is something that troubles you. Could it be related to the discussion I had with the rogue? You seemed uncomfortable during it."</s> <\|message\|>Eponine Hassane "Your clemency is more than I deserve," Eponine replied. When Maria asked what was troubling her, Eponine looked away for a bit, then looked back, "My lady spoke of rebelling against the queen and conspiring with Shadow Compact. With all due respect, that is an act of treason. Ever since you took me on as your knight, I have served you and Aurora with utmost loyalty to preserve our fragile peace and the rule of law. Given your position ad rule, I never suspected you would harbor such thoughts. I am...conflicted. To you I owe much, but how much of what I owe you do I also owe to Aurora and the order it symbolizes?"</s> <\|message\|>Maria Goethe Maria's voice turned pleasing and comforting as she spoke. "Oh Eponine, I understand how you feel," she said, and with her magic, slowly rose into the the air from her wheelchair. She floated slowly towards Eponine and then around her like an angel without wings. " But I must take this drastic measure to preserve peace in Aurora. Alexandra is too vacuous to rule her. She simply twiddles her thumbs and acts like a figurehead while the neighboring cities and nations gain in warriors and land, ultimately bringing war and suffering to Aurora and its people too. Were I to become queen, I would bring order to Aurora and all of those lands, until the entire world is in eternal peace and rest. She now stopped and caressed her cheek as she floated before her. "Don't you remember the dream we had, my dear Eponine?" She then whispered into her ear: "A world of absolute order. We can achieve that, you need only to believe in me and we will have it, together."</s> <\|message\|>Alice Earhart Something clicked in Alice's mind telling her to stop what she was doing. Her head started to hurt a bit but Alice pretended it was nothing so that Violetta did not notice it. She was about ready to activate her scythe when the pain started getting worst. She moved her hand away from her necklace and the pain started to subside. Just what was that? It was like...I was trying to stop myself. That's right. This can be solved peacefully. All I need to do is lead her to that abandoned lab. If anything happens, then I will activate scythe...yes, I will do that Alice took a deep breath in and let it out to calm herself down. If I had activated my scythe, it would to a battle which can be avoided. There was no need for pointless violence. Alice recalled her dislike for pointless violence and scolded herself for giving in too early to her thirst for battle. However, she would just remain transformed in case she needed to bail quickly as she knew Violetta was probably not alone and her allies could just come rushing in with just a call from her cellphone. Alice then giggled at the other girl for admitting herself being a dog of the Authority. The other girl had a sense of humour...maybe there was no need for a fight...maybe. Alice then crossed her arms. "Since I'm a such a good citizen, I will help you fulfil your role as a government dog by leading you to something I found some days ago. It was something I never seen before. The place was deserted when I found it so I'm not sure if its what you are looking for. Follow me if you want to check it for yourself." Alice then jumped onto a building roof. She looked down at Violetta. "We will take the scenic route aka jumping over rooftops." She then went on her way to the place she found the lab.</s> <\|message\|>Violetta FitzCarraldo. (Veee oh-let-ter, not Vayyy-oh-let-ter. She gets annoyed if you mispronounce it.) Well. That was anticlimactic. Violetta had something on the order of fifteen battle plans and was already working on the sixteenth, most of which involved abusing her powers for fun and profit and stalling until her reinforcements arrived. But to win without fighting was the greatest victory, and the girl had decided to come quietly, after all. What was the term again? "Help the Valkyries with their inquiries?" Violetta idly scratched at herself with the tip of her flamethrower, and took a few leaps up the building. The concrete bent and left footprints for her as she passed by it. If she'd wanted to, and didn't care about leaving a trail, she could've walked up the wall. But she took leaps up, perching on windowsills and glazing bars, careful not to use too much of the supernatural power that fueled most magical girls. Up above, the air was smoky, and almost dingier then the floor. A billion fumes and gases leaked out here, before mixing in with the wind and drifting somewhere far away where they could cause some other natural disaster. She dismissed her weapon, out of fear that it might start a chemical fire, and turned to her companion. For now, she seemed... Accepting. She'd guessed that the whole "anti-authoritarian" palaver had worked. The only girls who survived for long were lone wolves, and people like that were easier to manipulate. All you needed to do was convince them that what you wanted them to do was somehow hurting da man. Even if da man said that, they bought it. And in this case, da man was one Crown princess Alexandria Hertz. "Well?" She began, once she'd caught up. "Lead the way, Missus...?"</s> <\|message\|>Alice Earhart book of bad juju Alice nodded and led the way.She had purposely chosen the 'jumping on rooftops' route as it would take a longer time to get to the site. She would get there faster on the ground since she was familiar with the roads and knew certain short cuts. However, she wanted to talk to Violetta and Alice knew once the both of them reached the site, Violetta would be too busy snooping around to have a decent talk. The talk they had before could not be considered as one since it was more like a showdown with words which could have escalated to fight. While still jumping and running along the building rooftops, Alice turned to the blonde girl. "So...what's your story, Violetta? Why are you with the Authority and a magical girl?" It was just a simple question to start the conversation. Eventually, Alice would ask Violetta a question related to her true goal of co-existence. She needed to see if the other girl would at least open up a little so she could guess where she stood. If Violetta was opposed to the idea of co-existing with the normals, then Alice would have to decide to finish her off or not at the lab. However, Alice would rather not resort to that. "Sorry, if I suddenly asked. It's just been a while since I met another magical girl....you know...yeah."</s> <\|message\|>Violetta FitzCarraldo. (Veee oh-let-ter, not Vayyy-oh-let-ter. She gets annoyed if you mispronounce it.) Half a dozen alarm bells went off in Violetta's head as the other girl chose that moment on the rooftops to start a conversation. It would've been so much easier to use the streets, where the wind didn't get in your ears and make you miss half the conversation. Why had she decided to talk then? Was this a trap? There was no real way out of it, she realized, without talking about herself. And she wanted to avoid that at all costs, but the alternative was offending a teenage girl whose petty doubts and worries were amplified with alien science from the far future. Whatever happened wouldn't be solved with a heart-to-heart on the opposite sides of a bathroom stall, not here. But between the devil and the deep blue sea, the only real option she had was to be as vague as possible. She stepped on an old brick chimmeny, on the face of it to gather her thoughts, and pushed away again. "My parents died when I was pretty young, around when I contracted." That seemed vague enough. No reason to tell her the whole truth, after all. "And they always said I had relatives in Germany. After that, I just kinda tried to find myself, y'know?" With any luck, she didn't. "And then I got something useful where I can be ignored 'till I fall into despair." She paused, circling an old antenna dish, and went on. "What about you, mystery girl? You haven't even told me who you are. The authority might even have a file on you."</s>	<\|message\|>Chloe Hartmann Chloe shrugged at the man's apology. "Nah, I'd doubt me too. You were in the right. But my stance hasn't changed. You guys can do you and I'll do me, and as long as our goals are the same, we'll make strides together." Was she just bashful? In truth, things like compliments and apologies didn't sit well with her. She had been reviled her whole life, after all. Sudden changes in tone like this caught her off guard. "Anyway, that's all I wanted. I'll be off again. If my contact needs your help, I'll be in touch again, but I'm sure y'all can handle yourselves with that information. I look forward to seeing some fireworks before long. Good luck, fellas." With a brief wave, Chloe threw her headphones back on, streaming sound into her brain with great force, and drowning out the world around her as she left. She was tired from the day's events so far, but at the same time, it wasn't like she had any particular place to go. The 'home' she had set up was quite a ways away, and it wasn't much more than an abandoned, bloodstained warehouse in the first place. When it came to sleep, anywhere would do. She knew of a park nearby that had a few trees; if nobody was around, that would do nicely. The weather was clear enough, for now at least. After some time walking, however, she was disappointed to see that somebody was, in fact, there. Making a disappointed noise under her breath, she was about to turn away, but something about this girl caught her eye. And the smell around her was unmistakeable. There had been a witch around here, and this was a Magical Girl. Chloe had had just about enough of her own ilk for one day, but something inside her head demanded she engage this girl. It was an impulse that would not have made sense or had any purchase with anybody else, but to Chloe, this was just the natural order. "Hullo miss. I couldn't help but notice you sitting there all by your lonesome. You'll get eaten up by witches if you stay out too late, you know."</s>
<\|description\|>Chloe Hartmann Age: 17 Gender: Female Appearance: Personality: Completely self-serving, anarchic and vain, Chloe seems to go where she wants, when she wants to go there, and not a minute sooner. She allies herself with anybody who seeks to overthrow the current power structure, no matter their motives or methods, and when the a revolution she was aiding succeeds, she rises up with the next group of insurgents. She has a constant lackadaisical attitude that annoys the people around her, as though she doesn't care who they are or why they're around in the first place. Whatever is going on in her head is more important to her than her interpersonal relationships, and she barely seems to remember other peoples' names. Bio: Chloe was born into a poor family on the wrong side of the tracks. Their house was constantly getting broken into and robbed, and it wasn't uncommon for her to watch her father literally fight to take back their home from squatters and gangs. This was how she spent the first ten years of her life. However, in her tenth year of life, even this routine was uprooted and taken from her, as she and her family were seized by a small upstart gang, beaten, and put to work by them. Chloe never saw her father again after that day. She and her mother lived an uneasy life, essentially as slaves for this random gang of thugs with very little power, but there was nothing that she and her mother could do, because they were powerless. On the day she met the incubator, there was no convincing that needed to happen, no goading or talks. She had a wish that she would go to any lengths to fulfill. At present, she is known to support rebellions in any form. In Aurora, she has chosen to ally herself with the Shadow Compact, since she likes the way they do business. Most people question why a magical girl would ally herself with humans to overthrow magical girl superiority, but she has never mentioned her motives even once to anybody. She enjoys living a hedonistic life without any ties to other people and without any particular direction, and she has no true friends to speak of, though she has uneasy allies and very loose acquaintances. Chloe's been at this magical girl thing for quite a while now and seems to enjoy the rhythm of it. While she knows that one day it has to end, focusing on the present is what brings her joy. Allegiance: Shadow Compact. While uneasy, she has formed a sort of partnership with the Shadow Compact. She has power, and seems hell-bent on overthrowing the rule of the current magical girl system for some reason. Many in the organisation don't like her involvement, but even they can't argue with her results in the face of their own relative powerlessness. Skills: Chloe is physically strong from all of the non-magical fighting she engages in, and the constant labour work that she never quite managed to separate herself from. Even when not powered up by magic, she is stronger than most girls her age and can hold her own against an adult in a fight. If you asked anybody else, the rest of her skillset would consist of annoying people and being mysterious. Weapons: Brass knuckles Other: Chloe isn't very quick to make friends for obvious reasons, but that doesn't necessarily mean she wants to be that way... Magical Girl Appearance: Wish: It's not known to the public. Weapons: Power Fists, great for hand to hand combat, blocking heavy attacks, and general wanton destruction. Powers: Obviously something to do with her unknown wish, but this is also unknown.</s> <\|message\|>Eponine Hassane "I understand, my Lady," Fantine said and bowed slightly as Maria left. book of bad juju Eponine looked up at Violetta, and spoke, in a dry, robotic tone that sounded almost as monotonous and boring as an end-user license agreement, "I hope my presence is not taken as insult. My Lady merely lost contact with one of her operatives namely you; and as is common procedure, sent someone to investigate, namely myself. Though now that your safety has been determined, and you have also expressed confidence in completing the mission on your own, I do not wish to leave the barrier as I would personally rather not have to go through that inverted forest again, so if it's all the same to you, I will aid you in taking down this witch, which I believe is the fastest way to get us both out of this labyrinth. You can keep the grief seed, I will simply report to my Lady that you are well and in process of completing your mission." Eponine stood back up, having almost completely healed, though she did pop her neck in an unsettling manner.</s> <\|message\|>Violetta FitzCarraldo. (Veee oh-let-ter, not Vayyy-oh-let-ter. She gets annoyed if you mispronounce it.) Violetta jumped down onto the ceiling, and glared at the other girl while the bi- the Hellhound launched into her prepared shtick about what she was sent to do. She listened with half an ear, not even deigning to give the girl her full attention. The edges of the rooms were covered with work posters, half obscured with the darkness. The only real light in the room had been the hole in the window she'd freed up, filling the room with a single beam which little clouds of dust danced and made little words in the clouds. She tried to read one, but it vanished and changed as soon as she made sense of it. Witch logic. A little pop brought her attention back to the girl blending in to the darkness. She stifled a grin, trying to stop the joke about not being able to see her in the dark, and tried to keep a straight face while she briefed her. "Well, fine. Just so long as you don't try to stab me in the back. Oh, and just so you know, there's a magical girl in the labyrinth the boss wants dead. Try to take her down, silent-like, if you can. Blonde, purple dress. Should stick out like a sore thumb around these parts."</s> <\|message\|>Alexandra Hertz book of bad juju@Stern Algorithm@TrixyTrix The wait that had gone by unbidden was now over, and all those currently inside the Witches Barrier would soon notice as Familiars began to appear. They were drawn to the magical energy given off by the various girls when they were in their current form, though returning to simple human would act as a disguise. But at the same time though, it would obviously make them less able o defend themselves if they were to be attacked. White snow bunnies hopped along, almost cute if it weren't for the razor fangs and glowing red eyes. Their form seemed uncertain though, shifting and shimmering in the light, making it difficult to tell exactly where they were in this whole mess of white and ice, though not impossible by any means. So they arrived, hopping along the ceiling and moving towards the three girls that had dared to intrude, even if one of them was directly responsible for the formation of the Witch in the first place. The time to talk was over. If they wanted to survive this experience, they would have to fight. And even now, the Witch had yet to enter into her full glory.</s> <\|message\|>Eponine Hassane "Another magical girl?" Eponine asked. "I was not informed of this. My Lady said that this was simply a recon mission. Did my Lady specifically order this magical girl destroyed, or is this a result of your own judgment? Did she pose a threat to you, or is she perhaps connected to the location of interest in some way?" A rabbit familiar leapt at Eponine, who flourished her hammer and loudly pounded the familiar into a bloody pulp in the ceiling. She turned to Violetta, "Also, I don't do 'silent-like'."</s> <\|message\|>Violetta FitzCarraldo. (Veee oh-let-ter, not Vayyy-oh-let-ter. She gets annoyed if you mispronounce it.) Algorithm Was that a joke? It was so hard to tell, in the darkness. Violetta blinked, unsure of what exactly to say. Then her brain came up with something good. "She attacked an officer of Aurora City Authority." she began, gesturing vaguely to her hip. There was nothing there, between all the waiting, but it got a point across. "Assault on an officer of the ACA, Resisting Arrest, Conspiracy to Commit Criminal acts, Unauthorized Invocation of Witches..." She went on, the capital letters slotting easily into place. They had a magic all of their own. They could make you believe what you thought was wrong. She counted on her fingers, trying to sell the lie. "Attempting to deceive an ACA agent in the Execution of their Duties- these aren't petty crimes. We cannot allow such things to be done against the Lady's name, entendido?"</s> <\|message\|>Eponine Hassane Eponine did not mean her question accusatorily, she merely wished to resolve the information discrepancy. "Understood. Such a criminal should be brought down at once." Eponine sighed, she'd had enough dealing with rogues for one day. "Were you able to ascertain her affiliation, if any? You also mentioned Unauthorized Invocation, so she was responsible for this witch?" Eponine asked this just to connect the pieces, though to someone who was lying, it may have come off as if she were questioning the validity of the statement. The rabbit familiars kept coming, so Eponine assumed her default formation as frontline tank, using her powerful melee and defensive magic to stave off enemies, while allowing Violetta to do ranged area control.</s> <\|message\|>Chloe Hartmann Chloe pursed her lips, looking up in the sky with her hands in her pockets. "Destiny, huh..." It was a question she had to think about, and that made her anxious. After everything that had happened today, she had out herself in a valuable, if dangerous, position. Was that destiny? Or luck? "Nah, I suppose you're right. Destiny's just made up." The only acceptable conclusion was that Chloe reached her position through skill, intuition and hard work. Everything else was just passing the buck. "So, that brings us back to my original question. I dunno who you are, and that's dangerous. Haven't even told me your name yet, and that's just rude. I feel like you're just jerking me around. I don't like that much. Been jerked around enough today. And now I'm tired and frustrated. Need a stress relief." Chloe's sentences got shorter and more terse as she continued speaking, and her muscles tensed in her arms. It wasn't visible, but she was gripping the brass knuckles in her pockets tightly, squeezing them like a stress ball as she worked herself up. She wasn't even that angry at this stranger, but something inside her had shifted gears, putting her in 'fight mode.' "You've admitted that you're a magi, so that means you won't die if I hit you, right? Right?" With a dull flash, she pulled her hands out of her pockets, her brass knuckles turning into her signature giant magical fists, and her headphones shined with a dull light that signified their transformation as well as she changed fully into magical girl form. With her huge hands, she pointed a finger at the girl in front of her. "I'm nice enough to wait for you to transform today, so consider yourself lucky. In exchange, if I beat you, you're gonna tell me who you are... or else I'll kill you."</s> <\|message\|>Violetta FitzCarraldo. (Veee oh-let-ter, not Vayyy-oh-let-ter. She gets annoyed if you mispronounce it.) Algorithm The shifty white blob things were pouring into the building, and the conversation was cut short by the Hellhound turning and pounding a rabbit into so much veal mince. Good thing, too, because Violetta had already drawn her weapon in order to teach the annoyingly curious girl a lesson. Her little pre-act of anger was hidden in all the rush, and presumably the other girl had just assumed she'd pulled it out to fight. And all the better, because now there was a whole bunch of punching bags to take her anger out on. Humans were boring to kill. They screamed, and ran away at the slightest little burn, and the smell always made her hungry. Even witches rarely did more then sit still and throw stuff. She grinned, the fire dancing behind her eyes already, glancing around the room, and taking stock of sightlines. Screw ranged combat. She took a pose like a sprinter at a marathon, and charged. She went at a cluster of the things, staying low, her arms cradling her weapon of choice as it spewed out a spray of hellfire to her right. For a moment, it caught the shaft of light, turning the globules into a greasy oil-slick rainbow in the sky, before the pilot light stole the greens and blues, leaving only the red greasy fire. Violetta slid across the inverted ceiling, knocking out a cluster of the hideous things without even slowing down. That was important. You slowed down and you died. She hit the wall, and bounced off it, repeating her maneuver from earlier.</s> <\|message\|>Yume Fubuki Yume merely shrugged and transformed, a long white and pink dress flowing from her chest down to the hem and replacing her regular clothes. She summoned her main axe and propped the handle on her shoulder before speaking. "Very well then. If you want a fight, than a fight you shall have." She let her eyelids drop into a lazy, carefree position that matched her smile. "You could have just asked for my name, you know. But since you seem insistent on this outcome, I'll save that for later." "'Nice enough', what a joke."</s> <\|message\|>Eponine Hassane Eponine saw Violetta dash forward in a furious frenzy of flame, completely disregarding the team combat set-up that Eponine had intended to prepare. Eponine had hoped that they could push through these familiars together, but Violetta blazed ahead by herself, leaving Eponine to slowly golf the familiars around her away from herself. Eponine tried to run after the scorching trail that Violetta had burned out but more familiars kept piling in, closing the path between Eponine and Violetta. One of the rabbit familiars lunged at Eponine, but given the danger of thesituation, her force-field was already active, so the rabbit simply bounced off. Eponine continued to walk forward, hoping that they would reach the witch soon, swatting away familiars that stood in her way, muttering "reject" to activate the force-field wrapped around her hammer in order to launch familiars that came in contact with it away at tremendous force. She was severely irked by Violetta's lack of cooperation.</s>	<\|message\|>Chloe Hartmann 'If you want a fight,' she says. No doubt about it, this girl's passive nature had a way of getting under Chloe's skin. It wasn't that she wanted to kill her or anything, it was simply that she had grown bored, and fighting was fun. Even if Chloe was at risk of death in this fight, boredom was its own death to a certain class of being. Without another word, Chloe cracked a wide grin and slammed her fists onto the ground, using the force to aid a forward lunge at faster than normal speed. Before closing the distance between the two of them, she extended her hands forward, fingers outsretched, aiming for the other girl's weapon, which seemed to be a large axe. Weapons like that were a threat to a fistfighter like Chloe, but if she could get her hands on it, they would be on more even ground. If she could grab hold of the girl's weapon or even her weapon-arm, things would follow from there, and it would be exceedingly difficult to stop Chloe's momentum from that point. And speaking of momentum, if her lunge was blocked, the force should be enough to drive the girl backwards or perhaps knock her off balance.</s>
<\|description\|>Chloe Hartmann Age: 17 Gender: Female Appearance: Personality: Completely self-serving, anarchic and vain, Chloe seems to go where she wants, when she wants to go there, and not a minute sooner. She allies herself with anybody who seeks to overthrow the current power structure, no matter their motives or methods, and when the a revolution she was aiding succeeds, she rises up with the next group of insurgents. She has a constant lackadaisical attitude that annoys the people around her, as though she doesn't care who they are or why they're around in the first place. Whatever is going on in her head is more important to her than her interpersonal relationships, and she barely seems to remember other peoples' names. Bio: Chloe was born into a poor family on the wrong side of the tracks. Their house was constantly getting broken into and robbed, and it wasn't uncommon for her to watch her father literally fight to take back their home from squatters and gangs. This was how she spent the first ten years of her life. However, in her tenth year of life, even this routine was uprooted and taken from her, as she and her family were seized by a small upstart gang, beaten, and put to work by them. Chloe never saw her father again after that day. She and her mother lived an uneasy life, essentially as slaves for this random gang of thugs with very little power, but there was nothing that she and her mother could do, because they were powerless. On the day she met the incubator, there was no convincing that needed to happen, no goading or talks. She had a wish that she would go to any lengths to fulfill. At present, she is known to support rebellions in any form. In Aurora, she has chosen to ally herself with the Shadow Compact, since she likes the way they do business. Most people question why a magical girl would ally herself with humans to overthrow magical girl superiority, but she has never mentioned her motives even once to anybody. She enjoys living a hedonistic life without any ties to other people and without any particular direction, and she has no true friends to speak of, though she has uneasy allies and very loose acquaintances. Chloe's been at this magical girl thing for quite a while now and seems to enjoy the rhythm of it. While she knows that one day it has to end, focusing on the present is what brings her joy. Allegiance: Shadow Compact. While uneasy, she has formed a sort of partnership with the Shadow Compact. She has power, and seems hell-bent on overthrowing the rule of the current magical girl system for some reason. Many in the organisation don't like her involvement, but even they can't argue with her results in the face of their own relative powerlessness. Skills: Chloe is physically strong from all of the non-magical fighting she engages in, and the constant labour work that she never quite managed to separate herself from. Even when not powered up by magic, she is stronger than most girls her age and can hold her own against an adult in a fight. If you asked anybody else, the rest of her skillset would consist of annoying people and being mysterious. Weapons: Brass knuckles Other: Chloe isn't very quick to make friends for obvious reasons, but that doesn't necessarily mean she wants to be that way... Magical Girl Appearance: Wish: It's not known to the public. Weapons: Power Fists, great for hand to hand combat, blocking heavy attacks, and general wanton destruction. Powers: Obviously something to do with her unknown wish, but this is also unknown.</s> <\|message\|>Alexandra Hertz Algorithm@The book of bad juju The inside of the factory became a maelstrom of fire and combat as Violetta cut lose with her flamethrower, sending gouts of fire about. With her and Eponine working together, ostensibly even though there was no sign of it, these familiars didn't stand a chance. All they had going for them was their numbers, and that didn't mean much in the fact of what was being thrown at them. Soon enough the Familiars had been burned out or destroyed, leaving the two in the on fire factory. The sound of creaking metal could be heard as fire licked at it. Even with the foes gone, they didn't seem to be out of danger just yet. And if they wanted to get out, or to find the Witch, they would have no choice but to move on from this factory and back into the dazzlingly twisted, snowy labyrinth. --- Time passed by relatively undisturbed for Maria once she had finished her meeting with Chloe, having come a step closer to furthering her plans for eventual rule. If there was a conflict or fight she would hear of it, and in the meanwhile she would be merely forced to wait for some news from Eponine, if her subordinate was in a position where she could give it. For now though, the time of the month that she most likely hated rolled around. Specifically, that point where she would have to make the trek to the center of the city and Alexandra's base of operations, to pay tax from the Grief Seeds she had collected from her territory to her ruler. Much as she might despise it, it was a duty she had to fulfill. And she would have to get a move on soon if she wanted to make it in a timely fashion. Being late could be taken as an insult, which would not do well for her if she was trying to keep her head down until the time for her coup came. But in the end that was her decision.</s> <\|message\|>Maria Goethe Water splashed in a sizable tub as Maria was taking a relaxing foam bath. She was thinking about what she spoke with Fantine, and made bubbles. She realized she went a bit overboard with showcasing her powers since she made quite a mess of herself, but she assured herself it was good for keeping discipline. Fantine has been a while in the household, but she hasn't really seen the extent of her magical powers until now. She lifted her leg, and sighed. After she was done, Maria had her clothing fly out of the drawers and cupboards, and dressed herself in a fashion reminiscent of a transformation sequence, her dress and socks flying into place without a moment's reprieve. She went to the basement, and beyond the grotesque "Playroom" and jail cells was a sturdy door. Maria placed her hand on a scanner, typed in the password, and the door opened to reveal a storage room containing rows of crates. A black sun was marked on the sides of the crates. We've fallen back a bit on the quota, so that makes only 3 or so possible deliveries before I've run out. But it won't matter in the long run, of course. I have just enough to make my dreams reality. With a flick of her fingers, many rows of crates started to float, led on by her finger as she rolled out of the basement and outside, where pick-up trucks were waiting along with their drivers and the guards, who saluted in sync once they spotted her coming. She placed the crates inside the vehicles, and had herself and her wheelchair moved into the green van at the front, which was accessorized and rich-looking. "To Alexandra's tower," She commanded the driver.</s> <\|message\|>Violetta FitzCarraldo. (Veee oh-let-ter, not Vayyy-oh-let-ter. She gets annoyed if you mispronounce it.) She bounced and bounced and bounced for a while before she noticed the area was considerably less bunny-infested then it had been. She stopped, which is quite hard to do when jumping from wall to wall while cackling and spewing flame everywhere. She ended up pointing the flame machine in front of her and using the recoil to slow her down, even if it meant getting her twintails singed. She glanced around, pointedly, trying to not let the hellhound get behind her. She trusted her amount as much as she could throw her hammer, even if nominally they had the same employer. Oh yeah, that reminded her. She pulled out her soul gem from it's hiding location and glanced at it, before putting it back somewhere undisclosed, where it wouldn't be sniped at. No real drain. She'd still have enough to kill a witch even if the Valkyrie's did arrive on time. There was only one enemy left, in her hamster ball. She waved at the transluscent shimmering shield, and spoke up. "You finished in there, Hellhound? Some of us have a witch to kill."</s> <\|message\|>Eponine Hassane Eponine looked around the factory, noticing that they had cleared it of familiars. She was somewhat disappointed to see that the witch was nowhere in sight. She had assumed the factory was the center of the labyrinth and that they would find the witch here. She really didn't want to have to fight in the inverted forest. Eponine looked up at Violetta. She wanted to chide the girl for not assuming formation with her, but decided to just stay quiet. "Coming," Eponine replied to Violetta, though instead of jumping up to a window to leave, Eponine merely took out her frustration on the wall of the factory, hammering open a crumbling hole through which to leave the factory, and reenter the forest of inverted ice trees.</s> <\|message\|>Violetta FitzCarraldo. (Veee oh-let-ter, not Vayyy-oh-let-ter. She gets annoyed if you mispronounce it.) Violetta lept, and took purchase on the upside down windowsill. The vast and slightly shimmery landscape of the forest was all she could see for miles around this building, and for some reason that made her nervous. How big could a witch's labyrinth get? And what would happen when she reached the other end, would she get spat out into the real world? Or would she just bump head first into an invisible wall mid-jump and plummet to her death? She glanced down, and tightened her grip on the window. A view like that could give an albatross vertigo. Maybe the witch was down there, conveniently placing itself just where a normal human would fall and a magical girl would stay up. But nah, Michelle hadn't been that smart in life. Was she? Violetta lept from trunk to trunk, more out of boredom then anything. It'd be so easy to just nudge a bunny around here and send it plummeting to their death or whatever familliars had instead. She, Violetta would just have to wander around till she found the witch,. Maybe she could antagonize the other two girls if they ended meeting each other again. That would be fun. It was always a source of personal annoyance that the only real power that was capable of fighting the Authority to any significant degree skulked around in the shadows rather then fight. It seemed such an inefficient way of going about things. Violetta dreamed at night of ranks and files. Of sorties and rooftop-to-rooftop duels and carpet bombings of grief seeds ready to blow. People could get behind a good war. It gave people something to do, and something to die for. Nobody makes mortal sacrifices in peacetime. It happens twice a day in a good fight. She stepped on an upside down branch and pressed on.</s> <\|message\|>Eponine Hassane Eponine followed Violetta out into the trees, and once again, went from branch to branch very slowly due to her difficulty with acrobatics. Eponine thought about how Violetta's weapon might be able to melt the trees here. It would be very powerful, but very dangerous: it would be a great tactical advantage to be able to destroy the enemy's environment, but she risked destroying her own in the process. Eponine wondered where this witch was, and where the other magical girl was.</s> <\|message\|>Alexandra Hertz Algorithm@The book of bad juju@TrixyTrix The factories were left behind once more as the two magical girls moved away from the factory and back into the mix of upside down trees. The previous domain had always been the backdrop of the scene, never the center of the labyrinth, so it would take more investigation for the two of them to find what they were looking for. And with the enmity between the two of them, it didn't help matters in the slightest. Still, it was relatively easy going beyond possibly falling into the sky. Familiars occasionally showed up, but those bunny Familiars were as easily brushed aside as they had been in the factory, making things easier for the two of them. Soon the path would change, the trees they jumped on rising into the sky and footing becoming all the more treacherous as a result. Branches met and tangled, providing paths that one could take, though one still had to be careful of the ice. And soon enough they would spot their destination, or at least a likely one for where the Witch could be; a ball of ice lattices hanging in the 'sky' waiting for them. It was likely that that was where the Witch could be found. --- "Yes ma'am," the driver replied with a nod. With Maria inside, the engine revved and the convoy set off through the city and towards Alexandra's dwelling. It drew plenty of attention along the way as the several vehicles drove along, which was unsurprising given the importance of the transport. All were aware that the trucks following were carrying the Grief Seeds that served as tribute, and none were stupid enough to risk earning the ire of both Alexandra and Maria by attacking it. The ride was otherwise quiet as they moved along, giving Maria time to think. There was the occasional checkpoint, but the sight of her was generally all that was needed to get them through. It was practically routine, her intentions notwithstanding. Soon Alexandra's tower approached, a beacon amidst smaller buildings that breached the skyline. If Maria's dwelling was a base, then the tower itself was practically a fortress, more than able to drive off an attack by terrorists or by a magical girl. A concentrated assault would do damage, but the odds of that sort of thing happening were slim at best. Still, guards would stiffen to attention as the trucks pulled to a stop, and Maria could exit as she wished in front of the tower. Time to get this show going.</s> <\|message\|>Maria Goethe Maria rolled out of the van, and kept a hand over her brow as she looked up at the tower that was bathing in sunlight. She feasted her eyes on the magnificence of the building, the throne of power in Aurora. Though she has seen it many times, having made numerous trips not only due to tax deliveries but also occasional conferences, it was the first time she saw something completely new in the beauty of its architecture. Ahh, yes. Soon the winds of fate carry a new queen to the top of this bastion. Soon... She approached the tower guards with her usual happy self and made the routine decree: "By the order of Her Highness, Queen Alexandra, her humble servant Maria Goethe has come to pay tribute." Seeing that these guards were a new shift, she made a show of her magic, and had the crates float out of the trucks and slowly spin around in a circle far above her head.</s>	<\|message\|>Chloe Hartmann Chloe wasn't expecting to be so firmly resisted, and she'd put most of her focus into that lunge, so when the other girl attempted to knock her sideways, it worked quite nicely. But Chloe was quite heavy when transformed, and her weapons were a lot of added weight. Moreover, with her arms outstretched as they were, she was quite front-heavy. Grabbing whatever she could wrap her fingers around, she used the sideways momentum to try and throw her opponent on to the ground. She didn't particularly care if they both tumbled to the dirt, since that position was good for grappling, so she more or less threw herself at the earth below them trying to add more force to the equation. And if the other girl didn't tumble but Chloe did, well, she'd just have to adapt. It was far easier to adapt to a stance change when your weapons had fingers.</s>
<\|description\|>Chloe Hartmann Age: 17 Gender: Female Appearance: Personality: Completely self-serving, anarchic and vain, Chloe seems to go where she wants, when she wants to go there, and not a minute sooner. She allies herself with anybody who seeks to overthrow the current power structure, no matter their motives or methods, and when the a revolution she was aiding succeeds, she rises up with the next group of insurgents. She has a constant lackadaisical attitude that annoys the people around her, as though she doesn't care who they are or why they're around in the first place. Whatever is going on in her head is more important to her than her interpersonal relationships, and she barely seems to remember other peoples' names. Bio: Chloe was born into a poor family on the wrong side of the tracks. Their house was constantly getting broken into and robbed, and it wasn't uncommon for her to watch her father literally fight to take back their home from squatters and gangs. This was how she spent the first ten years of her life. However, in her tenth year of life, even this routine was uprooted and taken from her, as she and her family were seized by a small upstart gang, beaten, and put to work by them. Chloe never saw her father again after that day. She and her mother lived an uneasy life, essentially as slaves for this random gang of thugs with very little power, but there was nothing that she and her mother could do, because they were powerless. On the day she met the incubator, there was no convincing that needed to happen, no goading or talks. She had a wish that she would go to any lengths to fulfill. At present, she is known to support rebellions in any form. In Aurora, she has chosen to ally herself with the Shadow Compact, since she likes the way they do business. Most people question why a magical girl would ally herself with humans to overthrow magical girl superiority, but she has never mentioned her motives even once to anybody. She enjoys living a hedonistic life without any ties to other people and without any particular direction, and she has no true friends to speak of, though she has uneasy allies and very loose acquaintances. Chloe's been at this magical girl thing for quite a while now and seems to enjoy the rhythm of it. While she knows that one day it has to end, focusing on the present is what brings her joy. Allegiance: Shadow Compact. While uneasy, she has formed a sort of partnership with the Shadow Compact. She has power, and seems hell-bent on overthrowing the rule of the current magical girl system for some reason. Many in the organisation don't like her involvement, but even they can't argue with her results in the face of their own relative powerlessness. Skills: Chloe is physically strong from all of the non-magical fighting she engages in, and the constant labour work that she never quite managed to separate herself from. Even when not powered up by magic, she is stronger than most girls her age and can hold her own against an adult in a fight. If you asked anybody else, the rest of her skillset would consist of annoying people and being mysterious. Weapons: Brass knuckles Other: Chloe isn't very quick to make friends for obvious reasons, but that doesn't necessarily mean she wants to be that way... Magical Girl Appearance: Wish: It's not known to the public. Weapons: Power Fists, great for hand to hand combat, blocking heavy attacks, and general wanton destruction. Powers: Obviously something to do with her unknown wish, but this is also unknown.</s> <\|message\|>Maria Goethe "Indeed I have, Your Majesty," Maria answered. "I was visited by Kyubey, you see. He wove a story about unsavory behavior going down at the industrial sector; magical experiments and whatnot. Why he chose to tell me and not Dora is beyond my comprehension. Nonetheless, I believe this is a matter that shouldn't be ignored, as questionable as the source may be."</s> <\|message\|>Eponine Hassane Eponine's prior attack had caused her to kick off of Byrea, sending herself into the air as the witch fell backwards, crashing through ice pillars. To stop herself, Eponine reached out a hammer and used the spiked end to hook onto an approaching ice bridge. After she managed to get on top of the bridge and regain her footing, she looked at the area directly above the stunned witch, noticing several unbroken ice bridges. Eponine summoned another hammer and started spinning in place again. Once she had gained enough momentum, she threw one hammer at one end of one ice bridge, and the other hammer at the end of the other ice bridge, shattering the segments where they impacted in an explosion of ice and mist. Without both sides being supported, the bridges began to fall, their opposite ends snapping as they swung downwards. Eponine watched as the two massive ice structures cascaded down in a thundering flurry, hoping that they would crush the witch and end his fight. Would it be enough?</s>	<\|message\|>Chloe Hartmann In a fit of inhuman strength, Chloe gave a great heave and launched her opponent into the sky. She didn't see it, but she was certain that the other girl had ended up in space. When she returned to town everybody was clapping, congratulating her on being the strongest in the world. They had all baked her an enormous pie! Maybe this earth isn't as bad as I thought. With an embarassingly loud snort, Chloe woke up from a pleasant dream. She was so exhausted that she had fallen asleep in the very park that she had gone to in her dream. Well... as intended, I suppose. Had her meeting with the other magical girl been a dream? Or had they met somewhere in the past? It was past Chloe's reckoning. She felt rested enough now, so that was mission accomplished. Waking up to a new day was always exciting. You never knew what sort of things happened in the city while you were asleep. This particular night was no exception. Maybe some new places had been bombed. There could have been a large-scale battle against a witch. Maybe somebody had died. She wasn't sure what time it was, nor did she know what time it had been when she'd fallen asleep, so it was impossible to say what might have gone on. The most boring answer was, of course, that nothing had happened. Chloe was a lonely soul, however - well used to making her own fun. With the new agreements she had established under her belt, she would feel bad simply wrecking a portion of the city, and she was moderately concerned with being arrested yet again. She wasn't terribly hungry, and looking at her soul gem... Oh hell. The top of the egg-like structure was rimmed with grey, but the majority of the inside was a murky black. Was she in danger? She didn't feel much different than usual, but Chloe had been compared to a witch before, perhaps nothing would ever feel different in her case. Other girls had reportedly experienced emotional breakdowns before their soul gems were consumed, but maybe it would be a bit different for her. Regardless, she needed a grief seed, pronto. It could only be the good luck of a powerful magical girl that one would present itself so conveniently before her now. And it could only be the terrible luck of a poor magical girl that such a girl would unwittingly wander through the gaze of a psychotic killer. Chloe didn't need any confirmation to know that the young girl in front of her was a relatively new magi delivering her grief seed, maybe one of her first, to the city officials, as per the tax. This wouldn't be the first time she'd stolen from the state, but last time had been just for fun. This was business. Flipping up her headphones and blasting her music as loud as it would possibly go, Chloe transformed in the blink of an eye and launched into an attack. With a satisfying crunch, Chloe's giant right fist slammed into the girl's gut before she could react, twirling in a circle and launcing the girl into a brick wall closeby, sending stone chips and dust everywhere. As she leaped forward to continue the chase of her prey, she was instead thrown back violently. The other girl had transformed and invoked some sort of power, clearly. When she emerged from the dust, the girl was clad in shocking white, and weilding a sword and shield. How quaint... maybe this will be fun after all. The little knight girl charged forward, shield-first, bowling Chloe over with surprising force, and pinning her against the ground. "What are you after? Is it the seed? Who are you with? Answer me!" Chloe's answer was a wry grin, seemingly exposing all of her teeth. It must have been a disgusting sight, or else her breath smelled, because her attacker reeled back, though kept her shield pinned against Chloe on the ground. Without speaking, Chloe simply tapped her headphones, implicating that she hadn't heard a word the other girl had said, before grabbing her and tossing her roughly to the side, getting back to her feet. They were back to neutral. Again, the white-clad girl rushed forward with her shield, but Chloe was ready this time. The same trick wouldn't work twice, and thinking it would was a rookie mistake. Instead of the impact the girl expected, she was instead grabbed by her arm. And before she could react she was forced to watch as, within a short instant, Chloe crushed the bones in her shield arm. She cried out in pain and reeled back as Chloe kept staring on with her toothy grin. That was easy enough. Now, to get that seed before finishing with-... hold on. Chloe had, admittedly, thought that the fight was practically over. But instead of looking defeated, the knight-girl chanted a short something, and a warm white light engulfed her arm. It didn't take a rocket scientist to understand that she had been healed by magic. If it was possible, Chloe grin would have widened further. Healing was Chloe's favourite type of magic. There was a solid limit on how much pain you could inflict on a person, but a magical girl with healing magic could blast through that limit and suffer so, so much more. This time it was Chloe's time to attack. She lunged forward, but instead of her usual plan of head-on momentum-based combat, she instead threw a fairly standard jab, shifting into what passed as a boxing stance. Her first punch was blocked by the other girl's shield. As was the second, third, and fourth. With each blocked hit, the confidence in the eyes of the white girl grew. Confidence in her perfect defense. She would be happy with her weapons, surely. Five, six, seven rapid punches were deflected by her shield. With the eighth punch, Chloe shifted her weight to her back leg and sprung forward into a large hook to the girl's chest. This hit, too, was absorbed by the shield, but that would be its last duty. On contact, the girl's shield shattered like fine china, shards of mana scattering through the area around them. The girl hadn't seen that one coming at all. Chloe, however, had anticipated this, using the same motion to grab the girl's neck, lifting her clear off of the ground. "You're strong, girly, but you're too young for this gig. You're not sneaky enough. You're probably not even insane yet. So I'm not gonna kill you. You've got a lot to learn about being a magi, and I hope you will learn, and maybe you'll get your revenge on the evil magical girl that ruined your day. And your shitty shield, for that matter." It was easy enough to find the seed she wanted off of the white girl's struggling body. She was flailing around with her sword, clanging uselessly off of Chloe's gigantic metal gauntlet as she slowly faded into unconsciousness. One good swipe dug deep into Chloe's searching arm, but it didn't have the strength behind it to do any permanent damage. It did cut to the bone, though, which hurt as much as any cut would and rattled its way up to her shoulder. Still, the fight was over, and the prize went to Chloe. After her single good hit and having to endure Chloe's passionless speech, the girl sank into unconsciousness. Chloe wondered what she was thinking about, but didn't waste any time throwing her useless body to the ground as it reverted back to human form. As though it were just business as usual, Chloe walked over to the supine figure, bending down and grabbing both of the girl's ankles and stepping down hard on her knees. With a loud sound like a gunshot, both of the girl's legs bent backwards unnaturally, broken at the knees. Once she woke up, her healing power should be of use, but for now, the shock of two broken legs would keep her either unconscious or in pain long enough for Chloe to make her escape. Reverting herself back to her standard form, she held her newfound grief seed to her soul gem, watching the blackness give way to Chloe's usual dull grey. "...Not much of a change, as usual," she mused, before tossing the now-useless seed back at the girl's body. Somebody else could feed it to an incubator if they pleased. Chloe had no interest in something like that. "Now... time for breakfast?"</s>
<\|description\|>Chloe Hartmann Age: 17 Gender: Female Appearance: Personality: Completely self-serving, anarchic and vain, Chloe seems to go where she wants, when she wants to go there, and not a minute sooner. She allies herself with anybody who seeks to overthrow the current power structure, no matter their motives or methods, and when the a revolution she was aiding succeeds, she rises up with the next group of insurgents. She has a constant lackadaisical attitude that annoys the people around her, as though she doesn't care who they are or why they're around in the first place. Whatever is going on in her head is more important to her than her interpersonal relationships, and she barely seems to remember other peoples' names. Bio: Chloe was born into a poor family on the wrong side of the tracks. Their house was constantly getting broken into and robbed, and it wasn't uncommon for her to watch her father literally fight to take back their home from squatters and gangs. This was how she spent the first ten years of her life. However, in her tenth year of life, even this routine was uprooted and taken from her, as she and her family were seized by a small upstart gang, beaten, and put to work by them. Chloe never saw her father again after that day. She and her mother lived an uneasy life, essentially as slaves for this random gang of thugs with very little power, but there was nothing that she and her mother could do, because they were powerless. On the day she met the incubator, there was no convincing that needed to happen, no goading or talks. She had a wish that she would go to any lengths to fulfill. At present, she is known to support rebellions in any form. In Aurora, she has chosen to ally herself with the Shadow Compact, since she likes the way they do business. Most people question why a magical girl would ally herself with humans to overthrow magical girl superiority, but she has never mentioned her motives even once to anybody. She enjoys living a hedonistic life without any ties to other people and without any particular direction, and she has no true friends to speak of, though she has uneasy allies and very loose acquaintances. Chloe's been at this magical girl thing for quite a while now and seems to enjoy the rhythm of it. While she knows that one day it has to end, focusing on the present is what brings her joy. Allegiance: Shadow Compact. While uneasy, she has formed a sort of partnership with the Shadow Compact. She has power, and seems hell-bent on overthrowing the rule of the current magical girl system for some reason. Many in the organisation don't like her involvement, but even they can't argue with her results in the face of their own relative powerlessness. Skills: Chloe is physically strong from all of the non-magical fighting she engages in, and the constant labour work that she never quite managed to separate herself from. Even when not powered up by magic, she is stronger than most girls her age and can hold her own against an adult in a fight. If you asked anybody else, the rest of her skillset would consist of annoying people and being mysterious. Weapons: Brass knuckles Other: Chloe isn't very quick to make friends for obvious reasons, but that doesn't necessarily mean she wants to be that way... Magical Girl Appearance: Wish: It's not known to the public. Weapons: Power Fists, great for hand to hand combat, blocking heavy attacks, and general wanton destruction. Powers: Obviously something to do with her unknown wish, but this is also unknown.</s> <\|message\|>Alexandra Hertz An eyebrow rose in curious attention as Alexandra listened to Maria describe what had happened between her and Kyubey. She knew he was enigmatic, working in his own ways, yet the creature wouldn't lie. Mislead, perhaps, but he would never outright tell a falsehood. If he did then she supposed he would lose all credibility once it got out. And that couldn't do, if it was his job to contract new girls and keep the Witches suppressed. "I see," she replied once Maria had finished. "Thank you for bringing it to my attention. I will bring it up with Dora, so you don't have to worry about it any more." She was grateful at least, though whether Maria would choose to let the matter lie was only for her to say. With that, the meeting seemed to wrap to a close. "Well, if that is all then I believe we are done here. Caroline will escort you out." The other magical girl emerged from the corner once more, ready to lead Maria from the building, while at the same time making sure she didn't do anything inside that Alexandra might not approve of. It seemed the game turned once more. --- Algorithm The hammers went flying as Eponine attacked once more, and they did their work beautifully, smashing right through the ice with the force of their impact and sending the bridge tumbling down upon the Witch that was beneath them. Eponine could be confident in her accuracy, if nothing else, which would be of comfort to herself as well as her liege lord. The Witch recovered as the bridge came down, and as a result of that Eponine would be disappointed to find that Byrea had only been clipped, rather than squashed entirely. That still earned sprays of the black ichor that served as her blood, but it would not prove a finishing blow as the bridge rebuilt itself, albeit in a different manner than it had been before. And she would find a fusillade of ice headed towards her once more. Then, as if things weren't hard enough, the battlefield itself began to shift, pillars cracking and falling as if they intended to crush her, just like she had tried to crush Byrea beneath them. And though they rebuilt afterwards in different orientations and position to keep the sphere from collapsing, it just made things that much harder. --- book of bad juju As surprising as Violetta might find it when her group arrived, there wasn't actually a Kyubey amongst them, since already contracted magical girls didn't need one of the white creatures to communicate with each other, only with potential contractees. Or possibly he had vanished before they arrived, wary of being shot, stabbed, or otherwise harmed. Whichever reason, it didn't really matter in the end as her reinforcements soon arrived. The help would be welcome as the Familiars kept coming, with the sound of combat below and the ice Violetta was standing on cracking before reforming, as a result of her efforts to keep from plunging into the sphere where the fighting was currently going on. But with the reinforcements, that wouldn't be too difficult to manage. All it would be was a matter of handling that, and then the Witch, and they could all go home.</s> <\|message\|>Maria Goethe Maria bowed deeply. "Thank you, Your Grace. By your leave, I shall resume attending to my duties." She then followed Caroline outside, and had her convoy leave the premises. While she was wary of the ill deeds done in Dora's domain, she realized the value that it posed to her: the incident would be a fine distraction for Alexandra, and even if she wouldn't have anything done with it, the mere knowledge of its existence is sure to drive her thoughts adrift and leave her vulnerable. If there was ever a time to bring the years of her kneeling and groveling to fruition, it was now. She returned back to her elegant home, and once inside, immediately went to the basement. She brought her phone up, sent a text message to a certain number, and then called it. Maria was clear with her every word, and none of her positive disposition was in it. A certain chaotic magical girl would receive these words: "I sent you a list of targets, along with addresses. The first is the administrative building in the business sector, followed by the ships in the harbor. You know what to do." She ended her call, and had her phone snap back shut. She giggled a bit at first, followed by her laughing madly. This was the beginning of the end.</s> <\|message\|>Eponine Hassane Eponine was sorely disappointed that the collapsing ice did not hit Byrea head on; still, a hit was a hit. Again, she had to dodge the witch's ice attacks, activating her shield every time she knew she would not be able to dodge an icicle. Eponine noticed her soul gem getting awfully dark, so at this point she had to make a gambit: keep fighting at this pace, risking the witch outlasting her and becoming a witch herself, or use the last of her magic save a tiny fraction in a powerful burst with the hope of ending this fight once and for all? As Byrea began collapsing the ice in an effort to crush Eponine as Eponine had tried to do to the witch, Eponine decided upon the latter. Summoning eight hammers, she placed them, head on the ground with the shaft pointing up, in an octagonal circle around herself, activating her hemispherical area force field. She looked up and activated 'reject' so that every object that touched the field would be sent flying away in the opposite direction and at the same speed that it impacted, which would make the inside of the ice sphere something like a cross between a grenade and a pinball machine. The world above her became a white and blue cacophony of clashing ice shards, bouncing pillars and bridges pulverizing into snow. Eponine's breathing became labored and a sickening sensation crawled through her, which she assumed was magical in nature as she normally couldn't feel such discomfort, or perhaps it was just that painful that she could actually feel it this time. She held out for as long as she could while the violent crashing continued but started to die down as the larger chunks had mostly broken into smaller pieces. When just a sliver of her magic remained, when just a tiny part of her soul gem remained unblemished, Eponine deactivated her shield and, in fact, left her magical girl form completely, returning to the clothes she was wearing before she set out on this mission and quickly crouched down and covered her head with her hands, getting into a duck-and-cover position in preparation for what remained of the ice to come crashing down on her, resigned to let whatever would happen happen, hoping beyond hope that the witch had died.</s>	<\|message\|>Chloe Hartmann "I sent you a list of targets, along with addresses. The first is the administrative building in the business sector, followed by the ships in the harbor. You know what to do." The text came at a convenient time, while Chloe was busy shoving food into her face at a local diner. Her hunger satisfied and her grief levels managed, she'd be fully charged for what was coming. Without a word to anybody, she silently left the building without paying for her meal. The complaints of her waitress came too late and too quietly, for she had already cranked her headphones and clambered to the roof of the diner. The rooftops here were easy to traverse, and nobody would be following her or looking for her here... The business sector was hectic. All of the hustle and bustle of fevered workers and beurocrats milling around made sure there was noise to be heard, even through her 'phones. Lots of people around meant that this could get messy, but that was no concern of Chloe's. Even if Maria herself was caught in the destruction, it didn't matter, because she was fulfilling the terms of their agreement. The only thing that mattered in this moment was that this administrative building had to go. Building demolition was, of course, a specialty of Chloe's, as well as a favourite hobby. It was just so flashy and satisfying. "Now... time to start." To begin, Chloe had strolled around to the back of the building where there were no people. Any guards would have been posted at the front doors, of course. But the power box was back here. It was dangerous to touch so much electricity with her hands, so she chose this moment to transform, using her new strength to rip a large wooden post out of the ground nearby to use as a makeshift club. First she grabbed both sides of the large metal box, warping the frame and loosening it from the bolts holding it together. Once she was satisfied that it was loose enough, Chloe took up her giant club, taking a mighty swing at the bos. With a direct hit, she smashed the metal frame apart, severing connections and shorting circuits that would lead to the entire building, sending sparks everywhere. Circuits were incredibly sensitive by nature, and a disruption like this would throw the whole building into darkness and chaos, at least, where it wasn't lit by an emergency generator. Pesky things. The front of the building would still be too dangerous, so she went through the back, tearing through bricks and drywall with a mighty swing of her gauntlets and stepping through the small hole she had created into the darkness and noise inside. Nobody was around her current position, which was good. It meant that she could begin her work without interruption. With no proper idea of where she was, she figured all girders and pillars were created equal. Buildings with good construction were surprisingly resilient, but they couldn't hold themselves up with just bricks alone, and architects trying to keep costs low meant that they wouldn't have that many more supports than were absolutely necessary in the event of a quake or something similar. Once you started ripping support beams, everything became much more spotty. And for Chloe's particular method of combat, thick steel girders might as well have been solid wooden branches. Strong, but they'd come apart when enough force is applied. For Chloe, this meant repeated strikes. Three solid punches warped the beam to a weakened state, five would break it entirely. For her first few, she broke them entirely. Structurally, this corner of the building was now completely useless. There were armed guards waiting for her as she worked her way through the remainder of the ground floor, but they were scattered, and poorly organized. One or two men or women with guns were little threat - they could keep coming all day, but unless they grouped up, it was no use. One by one she carved a path of destruction around the building, dancing a rodeo of destruction and raining bloody knuckles on all the steel and stone she could find, an incessant clanging noise echoing through the swiftly emptying halls around her. Those who fought her, she destroyed. Those who ran she left alone. It was important to pick your battles. After a short time, it was close to over. She walked casually back to the original hole through which she had entered, knocking out a few final beams from the outside, after which the building gave a mighty groan. With a crash, she heard the upper floors crash inward from lack of support in the middle of the structure, and the rest of the building would follow soon after. She didn't need to stick around to know that, so it was time to disappear to the harbor. Stealth was somewhat pointless now, so she took the quickest way there, the main roads. Whether or not somebody saw her was irrelevant now. If they were going to send resistance, they would know where she was. Her first job had been a stress-free success. Who knows what awaited her at the harbor?</s>
<\|description\|>Eponine Hassane Sexual Abuse Trigger Warning Age: 14 Gender: Female Appearance: "I am unbreakable, I am unyielding, I am impenetrable." Personality: Eponine comes off as robotic to most. She values order above all else and believes that to achieve order, the ends justify the means. Her form of altruism is the cold, calculated utilitarianism that the incubators also happen to follow, that the good of the few can be easily sacrificed for the good of the many. She is for the most part, obedient and unquestioning of her orders and tries to the best of her ability to fulfill her missions to the letter. She cannot tolerate insubordination or rebellion, unless it promises an even better organization, an even tighter grip on chaos and human free will. She has a strong desire to protect her sister Fantine, her allies, and the majority of her vassals, though she will sacrifice a few of them if it meant protecting most of them. Eponine has a soft spot for Fantine. Eponine worries that soon, she will lose her ability to love her sister due to the negative side effects of her wish. Bio: Eponine was born in a slum of North Africans in the outskirts of Aurora. She lived with her father, mother, and two younger siblings: fraternal twins, a boy and a girl. Due to their destitute living conditions, the community became disgruntled with the ruling magical girls. Eponine grew up hating magical girls for not protecting and providing for her town. When a group of militants came to 'liberate' them from magical girls, the militants were welcomed with open arms. However, their talk of 'revolution', 'liberation', and 'equality' was empty; they were little more than bandits expanding their territory and winning support by throwing around high-minded ideals. Life under this militant group was worse than the neglect they faced when under magical girl rule. When the North African community decided that they had had enough, they revolted and failed miserably. The militants suppressed the revolt swiftly and Eponine saw both her father and mother brutally physically and sexually assaulted by the militants. Then she became their next victim. At this point she was already broken, and she simply let it happen, but when she saw others reach for her sister and brother, she snapped, and an incubator appeared before her. When she became a magical girl for the first time, it was a night of blood as Eponine cleansed the slum of the militants. In the aftermath, her brother had died from injuries he had sustained while he was being raped, while her sister, Fantine, survived. Seeing Eponine as their saviour from oppression, the community changed their minds about magical girls. Eponine sought out the magical girl that governed over her region, Maria Goethe, and swore fealty to her, aligning herself and her community to Aurora. Now she rules over and protects the slum, which has become her fief, her territory which is part of Maria's larger domain. She keeps Fantine safe in Maria's HQ. Allegiance: Aurora City Authority, Maria Goethe Skills: Very few, maybe a proficiency with polearms having swung her warhammer around enough times. She has the tactics of a juggernaut. Weapons: None Other: Eponine's diet has gotten increasingly spicy as her sense of taste has deteriorated to the point that she can barely taste anything anymore. She also sometimes bites her own tongue and inside of her cheek when she is speaking quickly, so she often bleeds from the mouth. She calls her force-field the Zone of Absolute Terror. Theme Song: Croatian Rhapsody - Maksim Mrvica Magical Girl Appearance: Eponine keeps her eye, hair, and skin color of course. Also, no bonnet and no katana. Wish: "I never want to be hurt again." Her wish not only granted her an impenetrable force field ability, but has significantly reduced her ability to feel pain. Because she will feel pain if those close to her are harmed, her ability includes the bonus of being able to protect others. However, she can feel her sense of touch overall deteriorating, including her sense of taste. It has also slowly affected her ability to feel emotions, as emotions are ultimately the true source of pain. This last bit worries her, since loving Fantine is the one thing she has left. Weapons: Eponine summons and wields a warhammer. She can summon more as necessary and as part of a way to extend her magic. Powers: Force Field - Eponine's force field is a thin, impenetrable layer covering her body when activated. It can be extended to her warhammer, making the weapon indestructible. She can also extend it to allies if she touches them. Keeping it on drains her magic so she lets it down when she feels she is safe. It can be further activated with 'Rejection', which sends all things touching it to go shooting off in the opposite direction. She cannot use 'Rejection' to propel herself. She can summon multiple hammers and stand them with the head on the ground and the shaft pointing up. She needs a minimum of three set out in a ring to activate a larger force field, a hemisphere of protection projected from the shafts of the hammers.</s> <\|message\|>Maria Goethe A giggle could be heard in the Goethe Estate, a mansion of Victorian architecture hidden away from the populace by walls surrounding it from every side. The giggle belonged to Maria Goethe, who then continued speaking in a cheery tone: "Fantine, bring us some hot coco. Eponine must want something nice and warm." She was sitting in her wheelchair in the dining hall, next to a large table filled with all kinds of sweets for her to snack on. On the other side of the table sat Eponine Hassane. "So, how is the situation at the slums? Is there anything I should know about?" She asked with a gentle voice as she levitated a cookie from the other side of the table straight to her mouth.</s> <\|message\|>Chloe Hartmann The thin sliver of sun cresting the horizon cast a dim light on the serene face of Chloe Hartmann, who seemed half asleep and half awake as she lay on a green hill overlooking the city of Aurora, staring at the horizon over the high-rises and skyscrapers. To look at it from so far away, the place looked peaceful, as though everything happening within its borders was under control. For a moment, Chloe almost wished that she was still human, that she didn't have to worry about the purity of her Soul Gem or witches or anything like that. "Well... almost, anyway." Holding up a grief seed in her hand, she put it in front of her face where the sun was to block out the light from her eyes. "Like my own little star... Heh. Getting sentimental in my old age," she announced to nobody in particular. It's true, for a Magical Girl, she was older than average. But that rarely meant anything for beings who could conceivably be immortal. Nobody looked up to her anyway. Nobody respected her wisdom, because she was not wise. But there were people who respected her strength. And in this world, that was all that mattered. "...That's right. The strength to kill witches. The power to get grief seeds. You need them to pay tribute so that you can live a peaceful life. Right? That's the law around here. Nobody can go against it. Against 'Order.' That's what you said, right?" "Right?" She asked, turning to face behind her at the small pile of broken bodies that lay at the very top of the hill. Three or perhaps four humans, limbs broken and askew, and absolutely, without a doubt, deceased. Chloe smiled warmly at them as she continued talking, as though addressing an old and trusted friend. "It looks like your power couldn't stand up to a real test. That's just not power at all, then, is it? Huh." With a wry smile, Chloe threw on her headphones, cranking the volume up to maximum before setting into her business. Snapping a stout branch off a nearby tree, she shoved it hard through the pile of dead bodies and into the ground, like a gruesome, primitive sacrifice or something. Turning up her nose in disgust, she placed the final touch on her project, wedging the Grief Seed into a split in the branch. Stepping back to admire her handiwork, she spoke again, quite loudly since she couldn't hear her own voice over the music pumping into her ears. "Well, that's what you wanted, right?! The Grief Seed?! If you want something, you should have the strength to reach out and grab it! That's what life is! There's four of you, so with a bit of teamwork, you'll figure something out!" "Well, if somebody wants it bad enough, they'll find it I'm sure," Chloe thought out loud to herself as she began her descent down the hill and into the city, whistling in between her sentences. "Maybe somebody who's truly strong this time."</s> <\|message\|>Eponine Hassane "The situation," Eponine replied mechanically to Maria, "is normal, Lady Maria. We hunted down a witch last night. I lost a few men. It doesn't matter," Eponine added quickly before Maria had a chance to offer any condolences, "they know what they're getting themselves into. They know that their sacrifices are worth the safety of their families." Fantine milled about, serving the drinks that Maria had ordered. "I did hear a...disturbing rumor," Eponine added after take a sip that was perhaps a little too big and perhaps still a little too hot to be considered normal. She felt her magic drain by a tiny fraction as the slightly scalded inside of her mouth was being slowly, magically healed. Eponine tried her best to hide that anything was wrong, it wouldn't do to have Fantine worry about something this small. Fantine on the other hand, saw very clearly the way her sister had drank without feeling, without tasting, but kept her worry to herself. "An...effigy...was found in a neighboring fief," Eponine continued, "the effigy had an unused grief seed on it." Though usually stone-faced, at this last statement, Eponine narrowed her eyes slightly in what could only be described as a confused rage. Grief seeds were a form of currency in their own right; even if one was not a magical girl, one could always use it to barter or negotiate with a magical girl. For someone to leave something that valuable laying around, and in such a conspicuous arrangement spoke of a senselessness and blatant disregard of the system that Eponine, quite frankly, could not tolerate.</s> <\|message\|>Maria Goethe "Of course," Maria responded in a slight slur due to the sweets she was now partaking in. "Give my regards to these families should you meet them," Maria said respectfully, but didn't mean a single word of it. After all, she thought, they had their use as part of Eponine's hunt, and could serve no bigger role. Only magical girls matter to her. Anything below them is a tool, to be used and disposed of, as was fit of the scum that killed Klaus. Maria stopped eating as she levitated her hot coco on the table. "How peculiar. Seems like we have a rogue magical girl at our hands." Maria thought about it, and came to a conclusion: only magical girls could collect grief seeds, and since this one was used as a message, it means its collector was willing to try and influence someone with the message. The message was clearly anti-governmental, since an unused grief seed is unheard of in Aurora City. It could be the neighboring fief trying to cause confusion among the Nobles, but the most likely culprit is an outsider sending a message to Aurora. Shadow Compact doesn't have the guts to pull off something like this, but perhaps they have managed to find someone who doesn't care about being discovered as a rebel magical girl. If that is the case, maybe they could be taken advantage of, and with a little push, could be directed at just the right people. Maria thought up a plan of action regarding this exciting new pawn in her game, causing her to smile in a devilish grin, betraying her true nature. "Place patrols at the border, and have them report any unusual sightings directly to you. Find out who she is loyal to. If she works opposed to the city, invite her to my estate, for I wish to speak with her personally." Before Eponine could ask for the reason behind the order, Maria continued: "If she refuses, make an attempt at capturing her. Of course, you are to kill her if the task seems too difficult to accomplish. If she proves too powerful for you to defeat, retreat." Someone who isn't of use to her, even a magical girl, should be disposed of, lest they cause any more trouble to her. On the contrary, Eponine is someone Maria wants to hold on to, even at the cost of her grip over her domain. Territories can be taken back as many times as wanted, but a life is only spent once. "Oh, and one more thing: we never had this conversation." Maria took a sip of her hot coco once she was finished talking.</s>	<\|message\|>Eponine Hassane "Understood, Lady Maria," Eponine replied, "I'll relay your sentiments to them. I'm sure your gracious appreciation will assuage their concerns." Eponine was a little out of touch with the concept of grief; other people were not such willing cogs in the machine as she was. "I will do as you command, Milady. But do you think that such a rogue can be...negotiated with?" Eponine asked, not trying to be argumentative.</s>
<\|description\|>Eponine Hassane Sexual Abuse Trigger Warning Age: 14 Gender: Female Appearance: "I am unbreakable, I am unyielding, I am impenetrable." Personality: Eponine comes off as robotic to most. She values order above all else and believes that to achieve order, the ends justify the means. Her form of altruism is the cold, calculated utilitarianism that the incubators also happen to follow, that the good of the few can be easily sacrificed for the good of the many. She is for the most part, obedient and unquestioning of her orders and tries to the best of her ability to fulfill her missions to the letter. She cannot tolerate insubordination or rebellion, unless it promises an even better organization, an even tighter grip on chaos and human free will. She has a strong desire to protect her sister Fantine, her allies, and the majority of her vassals, though she will sacrifice a few of them if it meant protecting most of them. Eponine has a soft spot for Fantine. Eponine worries that soon, she will lose her ability to love her sister due to the negative side effects of her wish. Bio: Eponine was born in a slum of North Africans in the outskirts of Aurora. She lived with her father, mother, and two younger siblings: fraternal twins, a boy and a girl. Due to their destitute living conditions, the community became disgruntled with the ruling magical girls. Eponine grew up hating magical girls for not protecting and providing for her town. When a group of militants came to 'liberate' them from magical girls, the militants were welcomed with open arms. However, their talk of 'revolution', 'liberation', and 'equality' was empty; they were little more than bandits expanding their territory and winning support by throwing around high-minded ideals. Life under this militant group was worse than the neglect they faced when under magical girl rule. When the North African community decided that they had had enough, they revolted and failed miserably. The militants suppressed the revolt swiftly and Eponine saw both her father and mother brutally physically and sexually assaulted by the militants. Then she became their next victim. At this point she was already broken, and she simply let it happen, but when she saw others reach for her sister and brother, she snapped, and an incubator appeared before her. When she became a magical girl for the first time, it was a night of blood as Eponine cleansed the slum of the militants. In the aftermath, her brother had died from injuries he had sustained while he was being raped, while her sister, Fantine, survived. Seeing Eponine as their saviour from oppression, the community changed their minds about magical girls. Eponine sought out the magical girl that governed over her region, Maria Goethe, and swore fealty to her, aligning herself and her community to Aurora. Now she rules over and protects the slum, which has become her fief, her territory which is part of Maria's larger domain. She keeps Fantine safe in Maria's HQ. Allegiance: Aurora City Authority, Maria Goethe Skills: Very few, maybe a proficiency with polearms having swung her warhammer around enough times. She has the tactics of a juggernaut. Weapons: None Other: Eponine's diet has gotten increasingly spicy as her sense of taste has deteriorated to the point that she can barely taste anything anymore. She also sometimes bites her own tongue and inside of her cheek when she is speaking quickly, so she often bleeds from the mouth. She calls her force-field the Zone of Absolute Terror. Theme Song: Croatian Rhapsody - Maksim Mrvica Magical Girl Appearance: Eponine keeps her eye, hair, and skin color of course. Also, no bonnet and no katana. Wish: "I never want to be hurt again." Her wish not only granted her an impenetrable force field ability, but has significantly reduced her ability to feel pain. Because she will feel pain if those close to her are harmed, her ability includes the bonus of being able to protect others. However, she can feel her sense of touch overall deteriorating, including her sense of taste. It has also slowly affected her ability to feel emotions, as emotions are ultimately the true source of pain. This last bit worries her, since loving Fantine is the one thing she has left. Weapons: Eponine summons and wields a warhammer. She can summon more as necessary and as part of a way to extend her magic. Powers: Force Field - Eponine's force field is a thin, impenetrable layer covering her body when activated. It can be extended to her warhammer, making the weapon indestructible. She can also extend it to allies if she touches them. Keeping it on drains her magic so she lets it down when she feels she is safe. It can be further activated with 'Rejection', which sends all things touching it to go shooting off in the opposite direction. She cannot use 'Rejection' to propel herself. She can summon multiple hammers and stand them with the head on the ground and the shaft pointing up. She needs a minimum of three set out in a ring to activate a larger force field, a hemisphere of protection projected from the shafts of the hammers.</s> <\|message\|>Alexandra Hertz Eponine certainly had set herself up for a difficult task, with no leads to go on besides those she had already reported to Maria. There were methods she could follow if she wanted, such as staking out Witches Barriers and waiting for a magical girl to arrive, but that would be time consuming, and there was no guarantee that the person she was looking for would ever show up at all. But that would have to wait for a moment as her phone rang, caller id revealing who it was. It would be Adrian, one of the higher ranking people in the militia she had created to help her fight Witches. It was a group that undeniably took losses, but he had been one of the better ones at surviving it all, and if he was calling, then it had to be important. That was revealed soon enough to her, once she had answered the phone. "Hey boss, remember that effigy thing with the grief seed people've been talking about? Well, some rogue magical girl decided to bust through one of the checkpoints into the city a little while ago. Thought you might want to know." --- The Shadow Compact were not the easiest group to find, as Chloe would be able to attest to as she made her way through Aurora. They worked underground, were deeply suspicious of magical girls or collaborators, and took precautions accordingly. Then again, as someone who had managed to work herself into a partnership with that organization, she would know as much, and have planned accordingly to deal with it, especially when moving on to a new area. Her knowledge would guide her along in her search for Compact assistance, directing her away from downtown and towards the rougher areas, the places that had missed out on the economic development present, and were home to crime, poverty, and dirty dealings. The places that one would usually find the Mafia, and where government control was weakest. That wasn't to say that they Compact didn't operate in nicer parts of Aurora, because they did, but it would be easier to find a safe house in one of the less important (from the perspective of the government) neighborhoods. But for someone like her, ferreting out a safehouse shouldn't be that hard.</s> <\|message\|>Maria Goethe Maria changed once again into something darker and brooding as she started to speak. "Indeed. We become nothing but screams of despair in the air, to be violently taken and then thrown away by those with purpose, scattered to the winds and consumed by strangers. To live without hope is to accept all the pain you have endured as having been for naught, to throw away any semblance of human will and to welcome complete oblivion." Maria realized what she was saying and reverted back to her 15-year-old self. "Oh, I was starting to talk silly stuff. Never mind that, Fantine. I'll be at the study now, so don't disturb unless it's something important." She turned her wheelchair around and headed for the study. It was a room with shelves packed to the brim with books of all sorts of topics and genres. However, she rarely read them; her main use for the room was in the green laptop she had sitting on a small table at the center of the room. Once she closed the room, she began to work on the various sheets and profiles she had already open on it, from small things such as grief seed farming charts to bigger files like intelligence she has collected on the city and the areas outside it. With nothing else to do, she continued working on it, managing and scheming with no set difference.</s> <\|message\|>Eponine Hassane "Track her, but keep a safe distance," Eponine ordered, "We want this one...alive. And unharmed, as much as possible." Eponine hopped in the jeep that had taken her here and ordered the soldier to drive her to the checkpoint. Speaking to the survivors, Eponine was able to glean a general idea of what this rogue looked like, as well as her magical weapon. What was troubling, but nonetheless expected due to the need to conserve magic, was the fact that the rogue seemed not to have revealed what her magical ability was. Apparently the rogue had also been shot in the leg, if she didn't use magic to heal the wound, she should be hobbling at a slower pace, but if she did use magic, she might be more desperate to find a grief seed. Eponine asked if the trail was still hot. She wiped blood from her mouth with her forearm, noticing that, once again, she had bitten the inside of her mouth without noticing. "Understood, Lady Maria," Fantine replied, letting Maria head off to her library. However, Maria's words made Fantine worry more about Eponine, so she quickly dried the tears that had started welling up at the corners of her eyes. Certain that she was no longer visibly sad, she headed down to the kitchen to help out with chores.</s> <\|message\|>Chloe Hartmann Chloe had spent as little time as possible patching up her leg. Without any convenient cloth on hand, and lacking the desire to tear up a good shirt or skirt for something like this, she had needed to take a quick 'peek' inside some stranger's home, where she managed to find a few bandages. Hopefully the delay wouldn't cost her much time, but at least she wouldn't be bleeding out everywhere. The tradeoff for her magical powers was a body that was close to being indestructable, but the body couldn't move without blood, and if she bled all over the streets and rooftops she might as well be leaving a trail of bread crumbs. After taking care of herself and dodging through the streets of the inner city, she found what she was looking for. One of the few safehouses of the Shadow Compact that she had been in contact with before. She was no stranger to the poverty-stricken areas of Aurora, having grown up in such areas since birth, and hiding herself away in dirty rat-holes like this since forming her contract. Not only were they good places to hide away from the prying eyes of the government, but the despair here was strong, which made it a great place to hunt for witches. Few people here were happy to see her, but she was able to get the medical attention she needed from a street doctor who had been hiding away here. Nothing else was particularly important to her, and she was a long shot from caring about the opinions of any other urchins here. "Haah, what a pain in the ass. You think you guys would be a little more grateful. I might just be taking the heat off your doorstep so you can do your own little things, whatever they are. I keep telling you, we both have the same goal, don't we?"</s> <\|message\|>Alexandra Hertz By the time Eponine arrived at the checkpoint in question, she would find most of the affair over, medics taking care of the injured men while a clean up crew dealt with the property damage. Of that there was very little this time, though that was not always the case in these sorts of things. Given what the apparent intent was, it wasn't unreasonable though. She'd find Adrian there already, a tall man with black hair and more than his share of battle scars, a former mercenary that had joined up with her. He was of a particular breed, but that made him very good at what he did. "Hey Boss," he said with a nod, glancing over to the men getting treated currently, pitying them just a bit for what they had suffered. "Everything was all settled by the time I got here. You can talk to them if you want, but at this point we don't have any leads. They're looking, but given that it was a magical girl, there isn't much hope for picking up her trail." He shrugged, a hand resting on the pistol strapped to his waist. "Still, none of the other checkpoints have reported seeing her, so odds are that she's still in this section of the city, unless she happens to have some kind of illusion magic." It wasn't much, but it was better than nothing. --- There were currently two men present in the safehouse that Chloe had found herself at, one the doctor who had patched hr up, and the other one of the men who worked with the Compact, and someone decently important, in terms of this local cell. Luckily, the doctor had had it easy given the nature of his patient, and it hadn't taken much work to deal with the wounds she had received. Now she could spend the time to heal up, if she so wanted. The safehouse was a bit small, more cozy than anything, and it was certainly well stocked with food, weapons, medical supplies, and the like. From the outside it would look like a place to be avoided, but inside it wasn't too bad. Then again, given its purpose that probably wasn't a surprise. The contact, Oscar, a pretty average fellow who preferred to look that way, with close cropped brown hair and casual garb to match, sighed as he watched Chloe from his position, leaning against a counter top. "Yeah yeah, so you say. And you had the code words, and the name drops to get in here. But we didn't survive this long simply on blind faith." He watched her with thinly veiled distrust, not that he'd have much of a chance if she actually tried to do anything. It was a reminder that not even her nominal allies trusted her all that much. "SO what's your plan now that you're here? They're going to be looking for you." --- The knowledge of all the plans Maria had was generally well confined, as was to be expected from someone like her. While there might have been rumors, there was no solid proof to accompany them, and as long as that remained the case it seemed that she would be allowed to make her plots in peace and security. Certainly rumors were not enough to act on, at least under the current ruler of Aurora. In the past that might have been another matter, but that was not the present moment. For some time she would be undisturbed, until a voice spoke to her in her head, a familiar tone that she may have viewed with some disdain, yet that also served a valuable purpose, here and elsewhere. Hello Maria Goethe, Kyubey said as he emerged from around a corner as if by magic itself, which it was in all likelihood. You appear to be well.</s>	<\|message\|>Eponine Hassane "Have this area placed on lock-down, no one leaves or enters without my permission, and have her physical description circulated to each checkpoint. And if anyone sees her, they are to attempt to inform her that I wish to parley with her." While Adrian went about fulfilling her orders, Eponine gathered three more of her best. When Adrian returned, Eponine said, "Adrian, we're going on a manhunt."</s>
<\|description\|>Eponine Hassane Sexual Abuse Trigger Warning Age: 14 Gender: Female Appearance: "I am unbreakable, I am unyielding, I am impenetrable." Personality: Eponine comes off as robotic to most. She values order above all else and believes that to achieve order, the ends justify the means. Her form of altruism is the cold, calculated utilitarianism that the incubators also happen to follow, that the good of the few can be easily sacrificed for the good of the many. She is for the most part, obedient and unquestioning of her orders and tries to the best of her ability to fulfill her missions to the letter. She cannot tolerate insubordination or rebellion, unless it promises an even better organization, an even tighter grip on chaos and human free will. She has a strong desire to protect her sister Fantine, her allies, and the majority of her vassals, though she will sacrifice a few of them if it meant protecting most of them. Eponine has a soft spot for Fantine. Eponine worries that soon, she will lose her ability to love her sister due to the negative side effects of her wish. Bio: Eponine was born in a slum of North Africans in the outskirts of Aurora. She lived with her father, mother, and two younger siblings: fraternal twins, a boy and a girl. Due to their destitute living conditions, the community became disgruntled with the ruling magical girls. Eponine grew up hating magical girls for not protecting and providing for her town. When a group of militants came to 'liberate' them from magical girls, the militants were welcomed with open arms. However, their talk of 'revolution', 'liberation', and 'equality' was empty; they were little more than bandits expanding their territory and winning support by throwing around high-minded ideals. Life under this militant group was worse than the neglect they faced when under magical girl rule. When the North African community decided that they had had enough, they revolted and failed miserably. The militants suppressed the revolt swiftly and Eponine saw both her father and mother brutally physically and sexually assaulted by the militants. Then she became their next victim. At this point she was already broken, and she simply let it happen, but when she saw others reach for her sister and brother, she snapped, and an incubator appeared before her. When she became a magical girl for the first time, it was a night of blood as Eponine cleansed the slum of the militants. In the aftermath, her brother had died from injuries he had sustained while he was being raped, while her sister, Fantine, survived. Seeing Eponine as their saviour from oppression, the community changed their minds about magical girls. Eponine sought out the magical girl that governed over her region, Maria Goethe, and swore fealty to her, aligning herself and her community to Aurora. Now she rules over and protects the slum, which has become her fief, her territory which is part of Maria's larger domain. She keeps Fantine safe in Maria's HQ. Allegiance: Aurora City Authority, Maria Goethe Skills: Very few, maybe a proficiency with polearms having swung her warhammer around enough times. She has the tactics of a juggernaut. Weapons: None Other: Eponine's diet has gotten increasingly spicy as her sense of taste has deteriorated to the point that she can barely taste anything anymore. She also sometimes bites her own tongue and inside of her cheek when she is speaking quickly, so she often bleeds from the mouth. She calls her force-field the Zone of Absolute Terror. Theme Song: Croatian Rhapsody - Maksim Mrvica Magical Girl Appearance: Eponine keeps her eye, hair, and skin color of course. Also, no bonnet and no katana. Wish: "I never want to be hurt again." Her wish not only granted her an impenetrable force field ability, but has significantly reduced her ability to feel pain. Because she will feel pain if those close to her are harmed, her ability includes the bonus of being able to protect others. However, she can feel her sense of touch overall deteriorating, including her sense of taste. It has also slowly affected her ability to feel emotions, as emotions are ultimately the true source of pain. This last bit worries her, since loving Fantine is the one thing she has left. Weapons: Eponine summons and wields a warhammer. She can summon more as necessary and as part of a way to extend her magic. Powers: Force Field - Eponine's force field is a thin, impenetrable layer covering her body when activated. It can be extended to her warhammer, making the weapon indestructible. She can also extend it to allies if she touches them. Keeping it on drains her magic so she lets it down when she feels she is safe. It can be further activated with 'Rejection', which sends all things touching it to go shooting off in the opposite direction. She cannot use 'Rejection' to propel herself. She can summon multiple hammers and stand them with the head on the ground and the shaft pointing up. She needs a minimum of three set out in a ring to activate a larger force field, a hemisphere of protection projected from the shafts of the hammers.</s> <\|message\|>Chloe Hartmann Chloe had spent as little time as possible patching up her leg. Without any convenient cloth on hand, and lacking the desire to tear up a good shirt or skirt for something like this, she had needed to take a quick 'peek' inside some stranger's home, where she managed to find a few bandages. Hopefully the delay wouldn't cost her much time, but at least she wouldn't be bleeding out everywhere. The tradeoff for her magical powers was a body that was close to being indestructable, but the body couldn't move without blood, and if she bled all over the streets and rooftops she might as well be leaving a trail of bread crumbs. After taking care of herself and dodging through the streets of the inner city, she found what she was looking for. One of the few safehouses of the Shadow Compact that she had been in contact with before. She was no stranger to the poverty-stricken areas of Aurora, having grown up in such areas since birth, and hiding herself away in dirty rat-holes like this since forming her contract. Not only were they good places to hide away from the prying eyes of the government, but the despair here was strong, which made it a great place to hunt for witches. Few people here were happy to see her, but she was able to get the medical attention she needed from a street doctor who had been hiding away here. Nothing else was particularly important to her, and she was a long shot from caring about the opinions of any other urchins here. "Haah, what a pain in the ass. You think you guys would be a little more grateful. I might just be taking the heat off your doorstep so you can do your own little things, whatever they are. I keep telling you, we both have the same goal, don't we?"</s> <\|message\|>Alexandra Hertz By the time Eponine arrived at the checkpoint in question, she would find most of the affair over, medics taking care of the injured men while a clean up crew dealt with the property damage. Of that there was very little this time, though that was not always the case in these sorts of things. Given what the apparent intent was, it wasn't unreasonable though. She'd find Adrian there already, a tall man with black hair and more than his share of battle scars, a former mercenary that had joined up with her. He was of a particular breed, but that made him very good at what he did. "Hey Boss," he said with a nod, glancing over to the men getting treated currently, pitying them just a bit for what they had suffered. "Everything was all settled by the time I got here. You can talk to them if you want, but at this point we don't have any leads. They're looking, but given that it was a magical girl, there isn't much hope for picking up her trail." He shrugged, a hand resting on the pistol strapped to his waist. "Still, none of the other checkpoints have reported seeing her, so odds are that she's still in this section of the city, unless she happens to have some kind of illusion magic." It wasn't much, but it was better than nothing. --- There were currently two men present in the safehouse that Chloe had found herself at, one the doctor who had patched hr up, and the other one of the men who worked with the Compact, and someone decently important, in terms of this local cell. Luckily, the doctor had had it easy given the nature of his patient, and it hadn't taken much work to deal with the wounds she had received. Now she could spend the time to heal up, if she so wanted. The safehouse was a bit small, more cozy than anything, and it was certainly well stocked with food, weapons, medical supplies, and the like. From the outside it would look like a place to be avoided, but inside it wasn't too bad. Then again, given its purpose that probably wasn't a surprise. The contact, Oscar, a pretty average fellow who preferred to look that way, with close cropped brown hair and casual garb to match, sighed as he watched Chloe from his position, leaning against a counter top. "Yeah yeah, so you say. And you had the code words, and the name drops to get in here. But we didn't survive this long simply on blind faith." He watched her with thinly veiled distrust, not that he'd have much of a chance if she actually tried to do anything. It was a reminder that not even her nominal allies trusted her all that much. "SO what's your plan now that you're here? They're going to be looking for you." --- The knowledge of all the plans Maria had was generally well confined, as was to be expected from someone like her. While there might have been rumors, there was no solid proof to accompany them, and as long as that remained the case it seemed that she would be allowed to make her plots in peace and security. Certainly rumors were not enough to act on, at least under the current ruler of Aurora. In the past that might have been another matter, but that was not the present moment. For some time she would be undisturbed, until a voice spoke to her in her head, a familiar tone that she may have viewed with some disdain, yet that also served a valuable purpose, here and elsewhere. Hello Maria Goethe, Kyubey said as he emerged from around a corner as if by magic itself, which it was in all likelihood. You appear to be well.</s> <\|message\|>Eponine Hassane "Have this area placed on lock-down, no one leaves or enters without my permission, and have her physical description circulated to each checkpoint. And if anyone sees her, they are to attempt to inform her that I wish to parley with her." While Adrian went about fulfilling her orders, Eponine gathered three more of her best. When Adrian returned, Eponine said, "Adrian, we're going on a manhunt."</s> <\|message\|>Maria Goethe "Kyubey, how nice to see you," Maria responded as she turned around to greet the white creature with her trademark cuteness. "Why yes, I am most fine as you can see. Now, what brings you to my humble abode?" In truth, Maria didn't actually care about the creature's purpose behind his visit, but decided to enjoy a bit of small talk while she had the chance, since Kyubey tends to leave magical girls alone after the contract, only appearing to dispose of grief seeds. While she does appreciate the gifts that his kind have given to her, she also knows their true nature, and, given her mood, would have no qualms with making his small head explode with her magic, since she is also aware of their apparent immortality.</s> <\|message\|>Alexandra Hertz "Got it," Adrian confirmed with a nod. It wasn't exactly a surprise, though the fact that she apparently wanted to parley with this girl was. But he wasn't going to question a decision of hers. On tactical matters he would, but he didn't get paid enough to interject in the higher affairs of magical girls. If she said she wanted to talk, that was what he would do. She was left to collect others for the hunt as Adrian went to fulfill her orders, those being two women and another man, with a varying assortment of weaponry Most of it was oriented around fighting Witches, but it would serve well enough against humans and magical girls as well. And they had been trained well in that regard to boot. When he returned, he nodded in approval of her orders. "Alright boss," he replied, falling into line as they moved away. He had his own weapon ready, an assault rifle, and he glanced over at her as they walked. "So what's the plan?" --- Kyubey padded over with her greeting, taking up a position on one of her bookshelves as he watched her, tail flicking all the while. What sorts of plots and schemes the Incubator might be hatching were hard to say, for while the group helped those magical girls who ruled, it was also well known that they had their own agenda, and would work for their self interest at the same time. Nothing incredibly urgent by your standards, Kyubey responded in a happy tone. I merely wished to check on your status and see how you were doing. After all, each magical girl is important. Important to the grand scheme of saving the universe from entropy, a goal so far off that no one here could care about it when faced with the realities and necessities of power. And even moreso when one knew the truth of the system. He tilted his head as he dropped the other shoe. I'm also curious to see how you plan to ride out the oncoming storm. Of course Kyubey would have one than more motive to his visit, a tantalizing bit of information that she could pursue at her leisure.</s> <\|message\|>Maria Goethe "Oh, isn't that sweet of you," Maria said as she opened a jar of cookies she kept in a shelf. She then offered a cookie to the creature in an endearing manner. "Would you like one?" Disgusting rat, Maria thought. Thinks he can barge in any time he wants and spout nonsense like that? Fine, I'll tolerate his presence for a bit more, before I'll have to call Fantine to clean his remains off the walls. Oh, you sly bastard. Trying to pique my interest so you can catch me in a trap of yours? Alright then, let's partake of this game. Feigning ignorance, Maria responded by mimicking Kyubey's head tilt and saying: "A storm, huh? I didn't see anything like that in the weather reports. Sure sounds scary."</s>	<\|message\|>Eponine Hassane Eponine sighed silently to herself. It wasn't a very elegant plan, but then again, she wasn't a very elegant person as she was given to tackling obstacles straight on, like a bulldozer. "We start at where our soldiers last sighted her, we scan for blood. We ask the locals if they saw anyone suspicious running by that matches the physical description we have, or if they know of a place where such a person could hide." She wanted to just get a megaphone and make an attempt to call out the magical girl, hoping that if she made it clear that she had no intention of harming her, she might come quietly, but she was already making this way more open than she felt Maria wanted; after all, if Maria wanted to speak with a magical girl from outside the city, the other nobles would probably view such an act with suspicion.</s>
<\|description\|>Eponine Hassane Sexual Abuse Trigger Warning Age: 14 Gender: Female Appearance: "I am unbreakable, I am unyielding, I am impenetrable." Personality: Eponine comes off as robotic to most. She values order above all else and believes that to achieve order, the ends justify the means. Her form of altruism is the cold, calculated utilitarianism that the incubators also happen to follow, that the good of the few can be easily sacrificed for the good of the many. She is for the most part, obedient and unquestioning of her orders and tries to the best of her ability to fulfill her missions to the letter. She cannot tolerate insubordination or rebellion, unless it promises an even better organization, an even tighter grip on chaos and human free will. She has a strong desire to protect her sister Fantine, her allies, and the majority of her vassals, though she will sacrifice a few of them if it meant protecting most of them. Eponine has a soft spot for Fantine. Eponine worries that soon, she will lose her ability to love her sister due to the negative side effects of her wish. Bio: Eponine was born in a slum of North Africans in the outskirts of Aurora. She lived with her father, mother, and two younger siblings: fraternal twins, a boy and a girl. Due to their destitute living conditions, the community became disgruntled with the ruling magical girls. Eponine grew up hating magical girls for not protecting and providing for her town. When a group of militants came to 'liberate' them from magical girls, the militants were welcomed with open arms. However, their talk of 'revolution', 'liberation', and 'equality' was empty; they were little more than bandits expanding their territory and winning support by throwing around high-minded ideals. Life under this militant group was worse than the neglect they faced when under magical girl rule. When the North African community decided that they had had enough, they revolted and failed miserably. The militants suppressed the revolt swiftly and Eponine saw both her father and mother brutally physically and sexually assaulted by the militants. Then she became their next victim. At this point she was already broken, and she simply let it happen, but when she saw others reach for her sister and brother, she snapped, and an incubator appeared before her. When she became a magical girl for the first time, it was a night of blood as Eponine cleansed the slum of the militants. In the aftermath, her brother had died from injuries he had sustained while he was being raped, while her sister, Fantine, survived. Seeing Eponine as their saviour from oppression, the community changed their minds about magical girls. Eponine sought out the magical girl that governed over her region, Maria Goethe, and swore fealty to her, aligning herself and her community to Aurora. Now she rules over and protects the slum, which has become her fief, her territory which is part of Maria's larger domain. She keeps Fantine safe in Maria's HQ. Allegiance: Aurora City Authority, Maria Goethe Skills: Very few, maybe a proficiency with polearms having swung her warhammer around enough times. She has the tactics of a juggernaut. Weapons: None Other: Eponine's diet has gotten increasingly spicy as her sense of taste has deteriorated to the point that she can barely taste anything anymore. She also sometimes bites her own tongue and inside of her cheek when she is speaking quickly, so she often bleeds from the mouth. She calls her force-field the Zone of Absolute Terror. Theme Song: Croatian Rhapsody - Maksim Mrvica Magical Girl Appearance: Eponine keeps her eye, hair, and skin color of course. Also, no bonnet and no katana. Wish: "I never want to be hurt again." Her wish not only granted her an impenetrable force field ability, but has significantly reduced her ability to feel pain. Because she will feel pain if those close to her are harmed, her ability includes the bonus of being able to protect others. However, she can feel her sense of touch overall deteriorating, including her sense of taste. It has also slowly affected her ability to feel emotions, as emotions are ultimately the true source of pain. This last bit worries her, since loving Fantine is the one thing she has left. Weapons: Eponine summons and wields a warhammer. She can summon more as necessary and as part of a way to extend her magic. Powers: Force Field - Eponine's force field is a thin, impenetrable layer covering her body when activated. It can be extended to her warhammer, making the weapon indestructible. She can also extend it to allies if she touches them. Keeping it on drains her magic so she lets it down when she feels she is safe. It can be further activated with 'Rejection', which sends all things touching it to go shooting off in the opposite direction. She cannot use 'Rejection' to propel herself. She can summon multiple hammers and stand them with the head on the ground and the shaft pointing up. She needs a minimum of three set out in a ring to activate a larger force field, a hemisphere of protection projected from the shafts of the hammers.</s> <\|message\|>Chloe Hartmann Chloe had to think for a moment on her own intentions. "Straight into the hornet's nest, huh..." She wasn't totally set on fighting with this unknown magi, though it seemed that her prospective opponent wanted a fight, or was looking for an excuse. Maybe Chloe was just projecting. In the end, she fell back on the logic that had kept her from death or corruption: What would be the most entertaining option? "Ah, so you saw that little bit of work, did you? You guys really do have eyes and ears everywhere... Well, it was made to be found, so I'm happy it could serve its purpose. Glad you liked it. Yeah, I made that 'effigy' as you call it. And... yeah, I'm on my own. Too much responsibility otherwise, y'know? Too much stress. Surely you know what I mean." Chloe was beating around the bush, trying to get a rise out of Eponine, who, while it seemed as though she should be smoldering, seemed to have something of a stone visage. This was entertaining for the carefree girl, though it was possible she was pushing her luck just a little too far in front of this stranger she had never met. "Right... Anyway, you say your owner wants to talk to me? How unusual. I suppose it wouldn't do for you to go against orders, huh? Yeah, I'll come with. Lead on, though forgive me if I stay transformed. I don't really have any reason to trust you or any number of armed goons you might have waiting in the bleachers. Name's Chloe, by the way. Chloe Hartmann. Don't bother with a background check. I bet you won't find that name in any databases these days. The poor and the downtrodden are so often overlooked by those in power."</s> <\|message\|>Violetta FitzCarraldo. (Veee oh-let-ter, not Vayyy-oh-let-ter. She gets annoyed if you mispronounce it.) Violetta took the low streets, jogging through underpasses and skipping part public parks. The early morning dark before dawn was sufficient to hide her, she didn't need to be picked out by Shadow Compact searcher lights. The fact thqt Shadow Compact searcher lights weren't actually a thing never crossed her mind as she casually vaulted over a criss-cross of metal and wire that might've once been a fence and landed cleanly on the other side. She found herself in an industrial part of town, full of humans, and chose that moment to slow down, taking in deep draughts of smoke. A thought crossed her mind. She cupped her hands and breathed into them, and was rewarded with a tiny cloud of smog circling her hands. She grinned. Of course, there was no reason this wouldn't work. Humans had put so much coal and grit and smog into the air, but she'd never thought that it'd be affected by her strange superpower as well as more mundane stuff, like steel bars and the like. She set off again, the thin wisps of smoke clinging to her like an evening dress. She stopped when her phone rang, though. It was Adrian. The girl had been found, and she'd gone quietly. All units were to report back to their stations, and carry on their respective duties. He hadn't even said sorry. Violetta sighed, taking out her frustration on a parked car. It left a dent, but didn't make her feel any better. Maybe she was just cranky because she hadn't used a seed in a while. Whatever it was, she turned around and headed back home, barely even noticing the magical girl genocidist purifying her gem on the other corner.</s> <\|message\|>Alexandra Hertz Kyubey nodded, shifting so he could look at the map that she brought up, at the same time that she could. For the moment he refrained from hopping onto her wheelchair, since that would most likely have posed significant health hazards. And while death was only an annoyance, it was a general waste of time that could be better spent dealing with the matter at hand. Once she had the map in a place where he could see it, he gestured towards it with a nod. The disturbances we noticed in the cities general magical field seemed to be coming from the cities industrial sector, he informed her. That would narrow down the search area, if a little, but it also made things more complicated at the same time. Mostly because it was a location not inside her fief. And yet that didn't seem to matter to Kyubey at the same time. That should be enough information for you to begin. Certainly any sort of magic based experiments would be difficult to hide, so Maria could probably use some of her contacts to start looking at some suspects. Unless there's something else you'd like to know? --- Alexandra sat quietly as Kolya went about describing the state of affairs that he had to inform her of. The first was not a surprise, since it was something she had heard about earlier, though she hadn't had to deal with it herself. But something like this would be her particular province, unless she chose to delegate it to one of her underlings. "I'll look into it," she replied as she took the forms, placing them off to the side so she could read them once this meeting was over. The news from the Goethe estate was interesting but of no concern, since they seemed to have the matter in hand, and her time ass too important to waste on a single disturbance. Of more concern was the last matter he had for her, but as Kolya spoke, Alexandra remained relaxed. A light smile graced her lips as she glanced over at Caroline, before turning her attention back to the man before her. "I don't think that will be necessary," she said once he had finished. "We don't know what their intentions are, and while they may be planning something, a pre emptive strike will most assuredly incite a war. As things stand now, Elysium would be honor bound to come to our aid if the UN attacked. We aren't some collapsing state they can throw to the dogs, not if they want to be taken seriously." Managing Elysium could be a pain. But so long as she kept Aurora peaceful and strong, she could count on their support. And hopefully that would be convincing enough for Kolya --- Algorithm @Krauxis "Got it boss," Adrian replied once Eponine had finished issuing her instructions. He relaxed a little as he walked away, leaving the two magical girls to themselves and whatever Maria had planned for the rogue. Once out of sight, he called the other search teams, calling them off. The border would resume it's old activity, a promise of the situation handled to anyone who had noticed the unusual behavior. Now it would be for Eponine to handle, and it would be up to her and Chloe to decide whether this would end in a fight, or if they would instead travel to the Goethe estate without further issue, especially from the guards who would recognize their superior and let her and her guest through without issue.</s> <\|message\|>Maria Goethe "No, that's just what I needed!" She said with a smile as bright as the sun. "Thank you Kyubey!" She leaned over to the white creature and attempted to pet it. Figures they would hide in the industrial sector. Dora sure is sloppy for letting this slip by her, that dumb blonde. Well, it's all the more reason for me to rearrange the pecking order once I'm in charge, and she's gonna be demoted to a Squire. I don't have time to deal with it myself, but if I remember correctly, she should be having her patrol right in that section... Maria then signed out of the computer and took out her cellphone. She flipped it open with a much more rigid gesture than you would have assumed by her happy disposition, and picked out a number. She spoke to the phone with calm authority. "Violetta? Yes, this is Maria. I've been informed that there's been sightings of illegal magical research at the industrial sector. Conduct an investigation and apprehend the people behind this activity. Once you're done report back to me."</s>	<\|message\|>Eponine Hassane During the conversation, Eponine felt a bit twitchy, ready to activate her force field should Chloe make any sudden moves. It actually flickered on and off a few times, though it wasn't visible. Though Eponine understood what Chloe meant by responsibilities, she felt that being part of a system was actually more liberating; she didn't have to think for herself or make her own decisions. Eponine saw the concept of freedom as a trap, and Chloe as one who was foolish enough to fall for it. Eponine was surprised Chloe would come so easily. "I expected you would," Eponine said, referring to Chloe's decision to stay in her magical girl state, "and I hope you won't mind if I do the same." "Chloe Hartmann? I'll remember it," Eponine said as she pulled her hammer out of the ground and leaned it over her shoulder, as she thought about Chloe's statement about the poor. She considered her own past and how she gained power. She thought about the advantages of being among the anonymous masses, letting fate and the greater powers dictate one's life. How satisfied one would be if one simply accepted their position. And if one was not satisfied, there were methods to follow, there was service to be rendered, in order to rise in the ranks. Outside of the system, nothing was guaranteed, there were no steps to follow, and one was forced to live with one's self and one's own decisions, a thought that terrified Eponine for some reason. Eponine decided to not speak to Chloe. Eponine headed back towards the border where her jeep waited, expecting Chloe to follow. She got on and ordered, "Take us back to Lady Maria's estate."</s>
<\|description\|>Eponine Hassane Sexual Abuse Trigger Warning Age: 14 Gender: Female Appearance: "I am unbreakable, I am unyielding, I am impenetrable." Personality: Eponine comes off as robotic to most. She values order above all else and believes that to achieve order, the ends justify the means. Her form of altruism is the cold, calculated utilitarianism that the incubators also happen to follow, that the good of the few can be easily sacrificed for the good of the many. She is for the most part, obedient and unquestioning of her orders and tries to the best of her ability to fulfill her missions to the letter. She cannot tolerate insubordination or rebellion, unless it promises an even better organization, an even tighter grip on chaos and human free will. She has a strong desire to protect her sister Fantine, her allies, and the majority of her vassals, though she will sacrifice a few of them if it meant protecting most of them. Eponine has a soft spot for Fantine. Eponine worries that soon, she will lose her ability to love her sister due to the negative side effects of her wish. Bio: Eponine was born in a slum of North Africans in the outskirts of Aurora. She lived with her father, mother, and two younger siblings: fraternal twins, a boy and a girl. Due to their destitute living conditions, the community became disgruntled with the ruling magical girls. Eponine grew up hating magical girls for not protecting and providing for her town. When a group of militants came to 'liberate' them from magical girls, the militants were welcomed with open arms. However, their talk of 'revolution', 'liberation', and 'equality' was empty; they were little more than bandits expanding their territory and winning support by throwing around high-minded ideals. Life under this militant group was worse than the neglect they faced when under magical girl rule. When the North African community decided that they had had enough, they revolted and failed miserably. The militants suppressed the revolt swiftly and Eponine saw both her father and mother brutally physically and sexually assaulted by the militants. Then she became their next victim. At this point she was already broken, and she simply let it happen, but when she saw others reach for her sister and brother, she snapped, and an incubator appeared before her. When she became a magical girl for the first time, it was a night of blood as Eponine cleansed the slum of the militants. In the aftermath, her brother had died from injuries he had sustained while he was being raped, while her sister, Fantine, survived. Seeing Eponine as their saviour from oppression, the community changed their minds about magical girls. Eponine sought out the magical girl that governed over her region, Maria Goethe, and swore fealty to her, aligning herself and her community to Aurora. Now she rules over and protects the slum, which has become her fief, her territory which is part of Maria's larger domain. She keeps Fantine safe in Maria's HQ. Allegiance: Aurora City Authority, Maria Goethe Skills: Very few, maybe a proficiency with polearms having swung her warhammer around enough times. She has the tactics of a juggernaut. Weapons: None Other: Eponine's diet has gotten increasingly spicy as her sense of taste has deteriorated to the point that she can barely taste anything anymore. She also sometimes bites her own tongue and inside of her cheek when she is speaking quickly, so she often bleeds from the mouth. She calls her force-field the Zone of Absolute Terror. Theme Song: Croatian Rhapsody - Maksim Mrvica Magical Girl Appearance: Eponine keeps her eye, hair, and skin color of course. Also, no bonnet and no katana. Wish: "I never want to be hurt again." Her wish not only granted her an impenetrable force field ability, but has significantly reduced her ability to feel pain. Because she will feel pain if those close to her are harmed, her ability includes the bonus of being able to protect others. However, she can feel her sense of touch overall deteriorating, including her sense of taste. It has also slowly affected her ability to feel emotions, as emotions are ultimately the true source of pain. This last bit worries her, since loving Fantine is the one thing she has left. Weapons: Eponine summons and wields a warhammer. She can summon more as necessary and as part of a way to extend her magic. Powers: Force Field - Eponine's force field is a thin, impenetrable layer covering her body when activated. It can be extended to her warhammer, making the weapon indestructible. She can also extend it to allies if she touches them. Keeping it on drains her magic so she lets it down when she feels she is safe. It can be further activated with 'Rejection', which sends all things touching it to go shooting off in the opposite direction. She cannot use 'Rejection' to propel herself. She can summon multiple hammers and stand them with the head on the ground and the shaft pointing up. She needs a minimum of three set out in a ring to activate a larger force field, a hemisphere of protection projected from the shafts of the hammers.</s> <\|message\|>Eponine Hassane When Chloe stood up, Eponine did the same, wordlessly grabbing her hammer in preparation for a surprise attack from Chloe. All this talk of rebellion confused Eponine, and not only was tension rising between Chloe and Maria while they negotiated, Eponine felt an increased tension between herself and Maria. But when Chloe told Maria to 'discuss her plans with her restless subordinates', Eponine retorted, falling back to her default thinking, "How dare you question my loyalty to Lady Maria?!" For Eponine, it was more of an emotional release; it was so much simpler to not have to think, to fall back on habit, on programmed behavior. Of course, Eponine would have to ask Maria about it later, but for now, Eponine took comfort in her zealotry, solidarity, loyalty, ignorance, and blindness. Fantine did as commanded, while Eponine shifted from foot to foot nervously until Fantine was a good distance from Chloe. Eponine worried now more than before since Maria was actually sharing vital information with an unstable deviant, but resolved to hold her tongue until after Chloe had left. When Maria asked Chloe for her name, Eponine stared at Chloe with a look of judgment, mixed in with a slight smugness. Of course, Eponine already knew Chloe's name since she ahd told her, but Eponine wanted Chloe to say it herself as Maria had ordered. For Chloe to tell Maria to ask Eponine to tell her her name would be an act of incredible insolence that Eponine was not going to tolerate. She gripped her hammer tightly, waiting for Chloe to make that mistake and give Eponine a justifiable reason to smear her bloody corpse-paste along the estate grounds.</s> <\|message\|>Yume Fubuki At the Incubator's response, Yume felt her anger be snuffed out by shame. "You are correct. Forgive my childish temper." She now spoke quietly, shifting back into her normal form. Betraying her lingering feelings, she let out a small sigh and tucked her platinum hair up under a baseball cap. This coupled with a regular shirt and pants made her appear a young boy, something that freed her from any suspicions of being magical girl when it be dangerous to be one. That's just how she liked it. "Fly under the radar and no one will hassle you." was her continual motto. It could be dangerous for a rogue like herself in this world of nobles and their subordinates, and she had no intention of making her situation worse, what with the whole "despair" thing and all. "I'm honestly surprised to have gotten a response out of you, Kyubey." she said breezily. "Which makes me regret having wasted your time." As she started off, however, someone caught her eye. A man. Sneaking glances at her. She shuddered and turned toward him, maintaining a good distance so as not to appear threatening. "May I help you?" She asked politely.</s> <\|message\|>Chloe Hartmann Chloe took the items from the serving girl, listening to Maria's explanation, and seeming to completely ignore Eponine's outburst. In truth, she was now more interested in the mental state of the uptight girl than the political proceedings happening in front of her, but it wasn't the right time to shift topics. It seems like her terms had been accepted after all. It was a bit of a relief that she was even still alive. Maria wasn't happy. Eponine wasn't happy. Chloe was on the fence, as usual. She'd fight against Alexandra and her law enforcement. She'd give this info to Oscar back at the safehouse. As much as it made Chloe happy to knock down buildings by herself, there was too much work to do. Work better suited to humans and their bombs. "Cooperation really is something, huh?" Chloe remarked casually, as though she was coming across some kind of revelation. Ever terrible at reading a room, she was back to her usual casual demeanor. "My name... your knight's got the priveledge of that info already... but it's Chloe. Chloe Hartmann." She scratched her head lightly with a huge steel finger. "Dunno if maybe you're overstating my accomplishments there, but whatever floats your boat. Good to be working with you. I look forward to the day you try to bump me off. Might just be the best day of my life, heh." Just a little gallows humor as she stood staring past such a dangerous situation. "I hope we can get along until then. Though I guess maybe that's just in the definition."</s> <\|message\|>Maria Goethe There was a moment where Maria was starting to lose her cool and turn uneasy, feeling like she has lost control of the situation. However, the moment Eponine defended her Maria once again felt relaxed and reassured. She definitely needed to consult the recent turn of events with her once the rogue left, not only to secure her loyalty, but also to clear her own feelings on the matter. Though she had planned for this to happen, having it actually happen is a completely different thing, and something she also needed to cope with. Feeling like the situation was in her grasp again, Maria returned back to her cheery self, like her previous episode was just a dream. For a moment, she thought of rewarding Chloe with a chance to leave the city once she has become queen, but knew that it would be pointless, and there was nothing she could do to avert their eventual confrontation. She smiled. "Chloe Hartmann...let's do our best together." She then turned around on her wheelchair, not wanting to see her face for a moment longer. "You may now leave," she said, and made a call to confirm that order to the guards at the gate outside.</s> <\|message\|>Chloe Hartmann Chloe nodded. Their business was finally concluded. She didn't say another word, smart enough to realize that was probably the best course of action in the tense room. Her self-defense instinct told her than any wasted words might chip away at her life. Instead, she turned and left the room, leaving the other two magi alone to discuss what would surely be some sort of plot. But that, as she had told Maria, was not any of Chloe's business. She knew these political types enough to know they were never trustworthy, but Chloe herself was just as bad, if not worse. Chloe had never met a predictable magical girl. The guards at the gate had been told of her arrival, and she waved jovially to a few who were standing stiff, their fingers on the triggers of their guns. Now free and uncaring as she was of being followed, she reverted back to human form and grasped her soul gem tightly in her hands. She would need a grief seed, and soon. But for now, she had a delivery to make. Knocking on the door of the safehouse she had so recently left, she forced her way in the door after giving all the proper safe words and planted the items she had received on the table. "Brought you a gift, to solidify a new friendship. Up for a little sabotage?"</s> <\|message\|>Alexandra Hertz Kyubey didn't react as Yume calmed down from her anger, his purpose essentially accomplished by that. While he was busy, as were his brethren, the means and methods were still in place to harvest despair from this world. The Incubators shepherded along magical girls to their inevitable fate and they became Witches, as they had for so long. One might wonder why Yume had no inquired as to the exact reason for her friends fall to despair, but Kyubey would not complain. It is no problem, he replied calmly from where he was. I had nothing immediately pressing to deal with. Thus consoled, he would wander off as she turned to address the man watching her, vanishing back into the shadows from which he had come from. --- Oscar looked back up as Chloe returned, surprise evident on his face as she entered the safehouse. "Welcome back. I'll be honest, I didn't think you'd come back, much less in one piece." He'd known that there hadn't been a fight, since a full on battle between magical girls would have been a relatively hard thing to miss if not in the confines of a Witches Barrier, but there was no way for him to know of the deal she had struck. As far as he was concerned, she was either very lucky, or very crazy. Or both. He picked up the flash drive after giving the cell phone a look, examining it for a moment before moving over to a nearby laptop. "I'm just not going to ask where you got this," he said without looking back as he booted the thing up. If it was a trap, they would not be caught unawares and ratted out. But as Chloe knew, it was not a trap, which would be the better for them all. That would become apparent as he opened the first file and practically froze, simply stuck reading what was there before him. "Okay then, if this is legitimate then I'm definitely not going to ask where you got it from. But my apologies for doubting you. This is going to be very helpful. If it was legitimate. But only time would tell that.</s>	<\|message\|>Eponine Hassane After Chloe left, those words burned inside Eponine's mind. Eponine would have let Chloe go if she had simply given her name, but if Chloe had told Maria to ask Eponine for it, Eponine would have punished her for her insolence. Chloe had instead skirted between the two options, fulfilling the option of introducing herself, while simultaneously demonstrating extreme rudeness. Eponine couldn't let it go, but by her own logic, had to. Her grip tightened on her hammer, but once Chloe was far enough away, Epoinine released her pent up rage and threw her hammer. It swung around vertically several times as it traveled across the hall, its head smashing into the wall next to the door Chloe had left by, causing the room to shake slightly. The head of the hammer was embedded into the stone wall, its handle sticking out at an odd angle amid the cloud of powdered stone. Eponine took deep, slow breaths as she disabled her magical girl form, transforming back into her original clothes and causing the hammer to disintegrate. With the hammer no longer taking up space, a few bricks fell out, crumbling to the floor. Eponine turned back to Maria and knelt. "I apologize for the property damage I have caused. Please allow me to atone for this transgression by letting me pay for the repairs, and to receive any additional punishment you deem necessary." Eponine looked up at Maria, blood trickling down from the corners of her mouth.</s>
<\|description\|>Eponine Hassane Sexual Abuse Trigger Warning Age: 14 Gender: Female Appearance: "I am unbreakable, I am unyielding, I am impenetrable." Personality: Eponine comes off as robotic to most. She values order above all else and believes that to achieve order, the ends justify the means. Her form of altruism is the cold, calculated utilitarianism that the incubators also happen to follow, that the good of the few can be easily sacrificed for the good of the many. She is for the most part, obedient and unquestioning of her orders and tries to the best of her ability to fulfill her missions to the letter. She cannot tolerate insubordination or rebellion, unless it promises an even better organization, an even tighter grip on chaos and human free will. She has a strong desire to protect her sister Fantine, her allies, and the majority of her vassals, though she will sacrifice a few of them if it meant protecting most of them. Eponine has a soft spot for Fantine. Eponine worries that soon, she will lose her ability to love her sister due to the negative side effects of her wish. Bio: Eponine was born in a slum of North Africans in the outskirts of Aurora. She lived with her father, mother, and two younger siblings: fraternal twins, a boy and a girl. Due to their destitute living conditions, the community became disgruntled with the ruling magical girls. Eponine grew up hating magical girls for not protecting and providing for her town. When a group of militants came to 'liberate' them from magical girls, the militants were welcomed with open arms. However, their talk of 'revolution', 'liberation', and 'equality' was empty; they were little more than bandits expanding their territory and winning support by throwing around high-minded ideals. Life under this militant group was worse than the neglect they faced when under magical girl rule. When the North African community decided that they had had enough, they revolted and failed miserably. The militants suppressed the revolt swiftly and Eponine saw both her father and mother brutally physically and sexually assaulted by the militants. Then she became their next victim. At this point she was already broken, and she simply let it happen, but when she saw others reach for her sister and brother, she snapped, and an incubator appeared before her. When she became a magical girl for the first time, it was a night of blood as Eponine cleansed the slum of the militants. In the aftermath, her brother had died from injuries he had sustained while he was being raped, while her sister, Fantine, survived. Seeing Eponine as their saviour from oppression, the community changed their minds about magical girls. Eponine sought out the magical girl that governed over her region, Maria Goethe, and swore fealty to her, aligning herself and her community to Aurora. Now she rules over and protects the slum, which has become her fief, her territory which is part of Maria's larger domain. She keeps Fantine safe in Maria's HQ. Allegiance: Aurora City Authority, Maria Goethe Skills: Very few, maybe a proficiency with polearms having swung her warhammer around enough times. She has the tactics of a juggernaut. Weapons: None Other: Eponine's diet has gotten increasingly spicy as her sense of taste has deteriorated to the point that she can barely taste anything anymore. She also sometimes bites her own tongue and inside of her cheek when she is speaking quickly, so she often bleeds from the mouth. She calls her force-field the Zone of Absolute Terror. Theme Song: Croatian Rhapsody - Maksim Mrvica Magical Girl Appearance: Eponine keeps her eye, hair, and skin color of course. Also, no bonnet and no katana. Wish: "I never want to be hurt again." Her wish not only granted her an impenetrable force field ability, but has significantly reduced her ability to feel pain. Because she will feel pain if those close to her are harmed, her ability includes the bonus of being able to protect others. However, she can feel her sense of touch overall deteriorating, including her sense of taste. It has also slowly affected her ability to feel emotions, as emotions are ultimately the true source of pain. This last bit worries her, since loving Fantine is the one thing she has left. Weapons: Eponine summons and wields a warhammer. She can summon more as necessary and as part of a way to extend her magic. Powers: Force Field - Eponine's force field is a thin, impenetrable layer covering her body when activated. It can be extended to her warhammer, making the weapon indestructible. She can also extend it to allies if she touches them. Keeping it on drains her magic so she lets it down when she feels she is safe. It can be further activated with 'Rejection', which sends all things touching it to go shooting off in the opposite direction. She cannot use 'Rejection' to propel herself. She can summon multiple hammers and stand them with the head on the ground and the shaft pointing up. She needs a minimum of three set out in a ring to activate a larger force field, a hemisphere of protection projected from the shafts of the hammers.</s> <\|message\|>Yume Fubuki At the Incubator's response, Yume felt her anger be snuffed out by shame. "You are correct. Forgive my childish temper." She now spoke quietly, shifting back into her normal form. Betraying her lingering feelings, she let out a small sigh and tucked her platinum hair up under a baseball cap. This coupled with a regular shirt and pants made her appear a young boy, something that freed her from any suspicions of being magical girl when it be dangerous to be one. That's just how she liked it. "Fly under the radar and no one will hassle you." was her continual motto. It could be dangerous for a rogue like herself in this world of nobles and their subordinates, and she had no intention of making her situation worse, what with the whole "despair" thing and all. "I'm honestly surprised to have gotten a response out of you, Kyubey." she said breezily. "Which makes me regret having wasted your time." As she started off, however, someone caught her eye. A man. Sneaking glances at her. She shuddered and turned toward him, maintaining a good distance so as not to appear threatening. "May I help you?" She asked politely.</s> <\|message\|>Chloe Hartmann Chloe took the items from the serving girl, listening to Maria's explanation, and seeming to completely ignore Eponine's outburst. In truth, she was now more interested in the mental state of the uptight girl than the political proceedings happening in front of her, but it wasn't the right time to shift topics. It seems like her terms had been accepted after all. It was a bit of a relief that she was even still alive. Maria wasn't happy. Eponine wasn't happy. Chloe was on the fence, as usual. She'd fight against Alexandra and her law enforcement. She'd give this info to Oscar back at the safehouse. As much as it made Chloe happy to knock down buildings by herself, there was too much work to do. Work better suited to humans and their bombs. "Cooperation really is something, huh?" Chloe remarked casually, as though she was coming across some kind of revelation. Ever terrible at reading a room, she was back to her usual casual demeanor. "My name... your knight's got the priveledge of that info already... but it's Chloe. Chloe Hartmann." She scratched her head lightly with a huge steel finger. "Dunno if maybe you're overstating my accomplishments there, but whatever floats your boat. Good to be working with you. I look forward to the day you try to bump me off. Might just be the best day of my life, heh." Just a little gallows humor as she stood staring past such a dangerous situation. "I hope we can get along until then. Though I guess maybe that's just in the definition."</s> <\|message\|>Maria Goethe There was a moment where Maria was starting to lose her cool and turn uneasy, feeling like she has lost control of the situation. However, the moment Eponine defended her Maria once again felt relaxed and reassured. She definitely needed to consult the recent turn of events with her once the rogue left, not only to secure her loyalty, but also to clear her own feelings on the matter. Though she had planned for this to happen, having it actually happen is a completely different thing, and something she also needed to cope with. Feeling like the situation was in her grasp again, Maria returned back to her cheery self, like her previous episode was just a dream. For a moment, she thought of rewarding Chloe with a chance to leave the city once she has become queen, but knew that it would be pointless, and there was nothing she could do to avert their eventual confrontation. She smiled. "Chloe Hartmann...let's do our best together." She then turned around on her wheelchair, not wanting to see her face for a moment longer. "You may now leave," she said, and made a call to confirm that order to the guards at the gate outside.</s> <\|message\|>Chloe Hartmann Chloe nodded. Their business was finally concluded. She didn't say another word, smart enough to realize that was probably the best course of action in the tense room. Her self-defense instinct told her than any wasted words might chip away at her life. Instead, she turned and left the room, leaving the other two magi alone to discuss what would surely be some sort of plot. But that, as she had told Maria, was not any of Chloe's business. She knew these political types enough to know they were never trustworthy, but Chloe herself was just as bad, if not worse. Chloe had never met a predictable magical girl. The guards at the gate had been told of her arrival, and she waved jovially to a few who were standing stiff, their fingers on the triggers of their guns. Now free and uncaring as she was of being followed, she reverted back to human form and grasped her soul gem tightly in her hands. She would need a grief seed, and soon. But for now, she had a delivery to make. Knocking on the door of the safehouse she had so recently left, she forced her way in the door after giving all the proper safe words and planted the items she had received on the table. "Brought you a gift, to solidify a new friendship. Up for a little sabotage?"</s> <\|message\|>Alexandra Hertz Kyubey didn't react as Yume calmed down from her anger, his purpose essentially accomplished by that. While he was busy, as were his brethren, the means and methods were still in place to harvest despair from this world. The Incubators shepherded along magical girls to their inevitable fate and they became Witches, as they had for so long. One might wonder why Yume had no inquired as to the exact reason for her friends fall to despair, but Kyubey would not complain. It is no problem, he replied calmly from where he was. I had nothing immediately pressing to deal with. Thus consoled, he would wander off as she turned to address the man watching her, vanishing back into the shadows from which he had come from. --- Oscar looked back up as Chloe returned, surprise evident on his face as she entered the safehouse. "Welcome back. I'll be honest, I didn't think you'd come back, much less in one piece." He'd known that there hadn't been a fight, since a full on battle between magical girls would have been a relatively hard thing to miss if not in the confines of a Witches Barrier, but there was no way for him to know of the deal she had struck. As far as he was concerned, she was either very lucky, or very crazy. Or both. He picked up the flash drive after giving the cell phone a look, examining it for a moment before moving over to a nearby laptop. "I'm just not going to ask where you got this," he said without looking back as he booted the thing up. If it was a trap, they would not be caught unawares and ratted out. But as Chloe knew, it was not a trap, which would be the better for them all. That would become apparent as he opened the first file and practically froze, simply stuck reading what was there before him. "Okay then, if this is legitimate then I'm definitely not going to ask where you got it from. But my apologies for doubting you. This is going to be very helpful. If it was legitimate. But only time would tell that.</s> <\|message\|>Eponine Hassane After Chloe left, those words burned inside Eponine's mind. Eponine would have let Chloe go if she had simply given her name, but if Chloe had told Maria to ask Eponine for it, Eponine would have punished her for her insolence. Chloe had instead skirted between the two options, fulfilling the option of introducing herself, while simultaneously demonstrating extreme rudeness. Eponine couldn't let it go, but by her own logic, had to. Her grip tightened on her hammer, but once Chloe was far enough away, Epoinine released her pent up rage and threw her hammer. It swung around vertically several times as it traveled across the hall, its head smashing into the wall next to the door Chloe had left by, causing the room to shake slightly. The head of the hammer was embedded into the stone wall, its handle sticking out at an odd angle amid the cloud of powdered stone. Eponine took deep, slow breaths as she disabled her magical girl form, transforming back into her original clothes and causing the hammer to disintegrate. With the hammer no longer taking up space, a few bricks fell out, crumbling to the floor. Eponine turned back to Maria and knelt. "I apologize for the property damage I have caused. Please allow me to atone for this transgression by letting me pay for the repairs, and to receive any additional punishment you deem necessary." Eponine looked up at Maria, blood trickling down from the corners of her mouth.</s> <\|message\|>Violetta FitzCarraldo. (Veee oh-let-ter, not Vayyy-oh-let-ter. She gets annoyed if you mispronounce it.) Mistake, please ignore.</s> <\|message\|>Maria Goethe While Maria did expect some kind of reactionary action or word from Eponine once the rogue left, she didn't expect that. She must have also kept a pent up anger inside her during the entire duration of the meeting, which was understandable given her newly-met acquaintance. While in a normal situation she would have scolded her of acting so violently inside the house and demanded she would go hunt some witch seeds or otherwise recompense, there was a more pressing subject at hand. Besides, she was also close to throwing her tea cup at the wall at some parts of the conversation. Did she bite her tongue? She is not as devoid of emotion as I assumed of her, then. "I will be lenient this time and forgive you for your act of transgression," Maria said. At this point, she didn't mind if the entire mansion crumbled, since she would be moving up into a much better building soon. "But there is something that troubles you. Could it be related to the discussion I had with the rogue? You seemed uncomfortable during it."</s>	<\|message\|>Eponine Hassane "Your clemency is more than I deserve," Eponine replied. When Maria asked what was troubling her, Eponine looked away for a bit, then looked back, "My lady spoke of rebelling against the queen and conspiring with Shadow Compact. With all due respect, that is an act of treason. Ever since you took me on as your knight, I have served you and Aurora with utmost loyalty to preserve our fragile peace and the rule of law. Given your position ad rule, I never suspected you would harbor such thoughts. I am...conflicted. To you I owe much, but how much of what I owe you do I also owe to Aurora and the order it symbolizes?"</s>
<\|description\|>Eponine Hassane Sexual Abuse Trigger Warning Age: 14 Gender: Female Appearance: "I am unbreakable, I am unyielding, I am impenetrable." Personality: Eponine comes off as robotic to most. She values order above all else and believes that to achieve order, the ends justify the means. Her form of altruism is the cold, calculated utilitarianism that the incubators also happen to follow, that the good of the few can be easily sacrificed for the good of the many. She is for the most part, obedient and unquestioning of her orders and tries to the best of her ability to fulfill her missions to the letter. She cannot tolerate insubordination or rebellion, unless it promises an even better organization, an even tighter grip on chaos and human free will. She has a strong desire to protect her sister Fantine, her allies, and the majority of her vassals, though she will sacrifice a few of them if it meant protecting most of them. Eponine has a soft spot for Fantine. Eponine worries that soon, she will lose her ability to love her sister due to the negative side effects of her wish. Bio: Eponine was born in a slum of North Africans in the outskirts of Aurora. She lived with her father, mother, and two younger siblings: fraternal twins, a boy and a girl. Due to their destitute living conditions, the community became disgruntled with the ruling magical girls. Eponine grew up hating magical girls for not protecting and providing for her town. When a group of militants came to 'liberate' them from magical girls, the militants were welcomed with open arms. However, their talk of 'revolution', 'liberation', and 'equality' was empty; they were little more than bandits expanding their territory and winning support by throwing around high-minded ideals. Life under this militant group was worse than the neglect they faced when under magical girl rule. When the North African community decided that they had had enough, they revolted and failed miserably. The militants suppressed the revolt swiftly and Eponine saw both her father and mother brutally physically and sexually assaulted by the militants. Then she became their next victim. At this point she was already broken, and she simply let it happen, but when she saw others reach for her sister and brother, she snapped, and an incubator appeared before her. When she became a magical girl for the first time, it was a night of blood as Eponine cleansed the slum of the militants. In the aftermath, her brother had died from injuries he had sustained while he was being raped, while her sister, Fantine, survived. Seeing Eponine as their saviour from oppression, the community changed their minds about magical girls. Eponine sought out the magical girl that governed over her region, Maria Goethe, and swore fealty to her, aligning herself and her community to Aurora. Now she rules over and protects the slum, which has become her fief, her territory which is part of Maria's larger domain. She keeps Fantine safe in Maria's HQ. Allegiance: Aurora City Authority, Maria Goethe Skills: Very few, maybe a proficiency with polearms having swung her warhammer around enough times. She has the tactics of a juggernaut. Weapons: None Other: Eponine's diet has gotten increasingly spicy as her sense of taste has deteriorated to the point that she can barely taste anything anymore. She also sometimes bites her own tongue and inside of her cheek when she is speaking quickly, so she often bleeds from the mouth. She calls her force-field the Zone of Absolute Terror. Theme Song: Croatian Rhapsody - Maksim Mrvica Magical Girl Appearance: Eponine keeps her eye, hair, and skin color of course. Also, no bonnet and no katana. Wish: "I never want to be hurt again." Her wish not only granted her an impenetrable force field ability, but has significantly reduced her ability to feel pain. Because she will feel pain if those close to her are harmed, her ability includes the bonus of being able to protect others. However, she can feel her sense of touch overall deteriorating, including her sense of taste. It has also slowly affected her ability to feel emotions, as emotions are ultimately the true source of pain. This last bit worries her, since loving Fantine is the one thing she has left. Weapons: Eponine summons and wields a warhammer. She can summon more as necessary and as part of a way to extend her magic. Powers: Force Field - Eponine's force field is a thin, impenetrable layer covering her body when activated. It can be extended to her warhammer, making the weapon indestructible. She can also extend it to allies if she touches them. Keeping it on drains her magic so she lets it down when she feels she is safe. It can be further activated with 'Rejection', which sends all things touching it to go shooting off in the opposite direction. She cannot use 'Rejection' to propel herself. She can summon multiple hammers and stand them with the head on the ground and the shaft pointing up. She needs a minimum of three set out in a ring to activate a larger force field, a hemisphere of protection projected from the shafts of the hammers.</s> <\|message\|>Violetta FitzCarraldo. (Veee oh-let-ter, not Vayyy-oh-let-ter. She gets annoyed if you mispronounce it.) Violetta's eyes narrowed, trying to pick at the story for any glimmer of the truth. Special? That was self-depreciation, but it was an interesting choice of words. She thought herself as "Special", that might be important enough to keep in mind later. She was an orphan. Well, who wasn't, in this day and age? Her parents died in an accident, slightly suspicious but not worth investigating over. She'd paused before giving her vague story. Almost as if she was going to before something stopped her. So, not good at the lying game. That line didn't sound prepared, either. If she had a lie prepared, it would've sounded like it came from a cue card, not from the heart, like this. The girl just sounded like there were things in her life she didn't want brought up. So, what could she draw from that? This girl was simple, kept to herself and was clever enough not to let things slip. That meant she was hiding something, and was taking waaay too much care not to let it slip. She thought herself God's Gift to something, but to what? The state? Did she fancy herself queen? Actually, that wasn't all too bad an idea. Now she came to think about it, the girl definately had a smidge of the local accent about her. She smiled, just for a moment, and lept off another building. Bingo. "The state? Personally i'll be happy once we give it back it's proper name of Germany. Why, what about you?"</s> <\|message\|>Alice Earhart book of bad juju Alice just stared at Violetta for a moment then she chuckled. "Personally, I find Aurora a much nicer name. Germany sounds dull by comparison now." That was the truth. Alice found the name indeed much nicer to hear and say but nothing about the country resembles one. The country just was not fit for such a name which was used for a beautiful phenomenon akin to a spectacular light show. However, that was not the issue here and not the answer Alice was expecting from Violetta. Maybe she did not understand my question.Is she really fine with the current state of affairs with the Authority and resistance fighting each other daily? Is she fine with the magical girls fighting with each other even over petty things? Or is she the type not to think too much and just follow orders from the top? Is she really okay with that? Alice leapt off the building and stopped again. "Chaotic..." Alice needed to be careful not to be too antagonistic to the Authority or revealed her desire for co-existence. "Witches and petty territorial disputes are bad enough. Moreover, we have two sides fighting for god know's how long. Things don't seem to be changing any time soon. If only someone would just step up and do something..." Alice realized what she was just saying and stopped herself. She quickly turned to Violetta and started to panic like a teenage girl who just revealed some dirty secret. "I-its not like I want to be that 'someone'. I mean, I'm just one of the people caught up in all this like many others and just wished someone would just save us. I just want some peace..." A tear trickled down Alice's cheek. She just partly talked with her heart after all. She quickly wiped the tear and laughed. "Hehe...silly me. I don't know why I'm talking to you about this. We should continue on...we are almost there." Alice did not realize she would actually cry. She only meant to come off to Violetta as a friendly magical girl who was not an enemy. I really suck at this...I really hope Violetta does not start to prepare to take me down...</s> <\|message\|>Violetta FitzCarraldo. (Veee oh-let-ter, not Vayyy-oh-let-ter. She gets annoyed if you mispronounce it.) Violetta glared. Behind her eyes, a thousand voices clamoured out in sheer mindless rage, and they were all her voice, and they were buzzing like a swarm of bees. "Traitor!" called out one. "Liar!" said another. "Theif! Infidel! Pre-cinder! Degenerate! HUMAN ROAST!" She reined it in, trying not to let her emotions get the better of her. She could burn the lying twisty purple fiend into a pile of ash somewhere where she wouldn't be a problem, like in this lab she was meant to investigate. Or something. It was getting hard to think, with all the little bits of yourself that usually did the thinking screaming bloody murder. It was worse, because she agreed with them. Labs! Think about labs. White coats. Chemicals. Test tubes. Acids that would tear faces away as little girls screamed in terror, curling up into balls like cockroaches leaving nothing behind but wisps of white smoke and a convenient little grief seed she could suck the soul out of. Violetta tried her best to stay calm as she jumped from parapet to parapet, but surely her companion must've noticed something by now? No, it seemed like she was still talking. Violetta just managed to hide her true feelings as she turned and flapped on about something relatively unimportant, in her eyes. She nodded, and tried to seem empathic, even making a half-hearted "There there" as the tears began to flow. Not that a german-hating fiend like the girl in mauve had any real feelings, Violetta privately observed, but it was good to keep up appearances. Thank god she hadn't asked her a question, otherwise she'd looked like a real fool. But the girl seemed to have just told her some mundane secret about herself. It couldnt've been too important, and anyway, the dead didn't tell tales.</s> <\|message\|>Alice Earhart book of bad juju Whether it was her being paranoid or not, Alice felt she needed to be extremely careful with Violetta. She was risking herself when she had said what she did a moment ago. If Violetta was indeed the Authority's loyal dog, then Alice would be in big trouble once she led the other girl to the lab location. However, Alice made sure to keep calm as she had an alternative plan if something did go wrong. If that plan failed, then she would have to prepare to face Violetta...and maybe a large group of her allies. Alice stopped talking and led Violetta. Eventually, she had reached the location of the lab she found. She had indeed stumbled on the abandoned lab by accident however she had guessed that it was something important and the Authority would come to investigate. That was the reason why she had drawn a circle which was not too big nor too small around the hole she had fallen into. The circle drawn was hardly visibly since it had been a few days however Alice knew it was enough to activate her cage spell just in case. All she needed was for Violetta to go into the circle. However, Violetta had no idea that she had already blocked the hole with huge rocks thus a person could not just simply fall into the hole. They need to blast their way through to enter. If the lab was in terrible condition, it would just cave in leading it troublesome to clear the rubble and investigate. Alice was not going to let the Authority get a one-up with Shadow Compact. Same could be said if it were the other way around. Alice walked over into the circle boundary and motioned Violetta to follow her. "The entrance is here...don't tell me why its underground. I covered it back so nobody else would find it since it looked super important." It was now or never...</s> <\|message\|>Violetta FitzCarraldo. (Veee oh-let-ter, not Vayyy-oh-let-ter. She gets annoyed if you mispronounce it.) The girl brought her into a neighbourhood where the building didn't reach much higher then ground level. Terraced houses and squarish soulless buildings lined the streets, and both of them skipped past brick chimneys and tiled roofs to get to their final destination. The building itself was... Non-existent. It looked like a billion other buildings in this area, all corrugated iron and and 50's concrete. The only distinguishing feature it had was the hole in the roof, with the boulders this girl had obviously put down. Violetta landed on the edge of the roof, and brought out her flame machine. The air around her arm went all greasy and slick with magical energy, and then the magical weapon appeared, all around her arm like a metal glove. She gave it an experimental squeeze. The liquid shot out, easily reaching inside the circle and setting lichen on fire. She frowned, and using her free hand, patted around for her soul gem. It was black. Violetta grimaced for a moment, and fished in a pocket for a grief seed, picking it up in the same hand she held the gem in. She felt her soul getting purified, like a large weight around your neck being suddenly lifted, and the fire grow larger and hotter in return. She stepped into the little circle on the ground, barely even registering it, and pointed the nozzle at the rocks and debris in the hole. She briefly thought about turning her nozzle to the side, and hitting the purple traitor with her fire. It would've been so cleansing, to remove the dirty rotten pieces of driftwood this city needed to become a pure and righteous place again, to take out the trash left behind and carry on with her plan to make this city great. She finally gave in to the temptation, twisting her hand those few degrees to the side and dousing the poor girl in magical napalm. She'd never admit this later, but she laughed.</s>	<\|message\|>Eponine Hassane Eponine thought about what would happen if she walked this path with Maria. She imagined the lives shattered by the destruction and chaos that would come. She imagined having to fight against magical girls that she had fought alongside in the past. But then she thought of rows of soldiers, marching neatly; magical girls lined up at attention, under one banner. People's lives, regulated to minimize both hope and despair to prevent unwanted contracts; witches dispatched in a precise and surgical way, more like an industrial farm than a hunt. Could all this be possible? But what wasn't possible, if only a magical girl could dream big enough? Since becoming a knight of Aurora, Eponine had stopped dreaming, and suffered the same slow death as the city. But Maria...she never stopped dreaming, she had the will to make it work. "I will follow you my lady," Eponine said, "and I renew my pledge of loyalty to you, and you only." She took Maria's hand and first touched it to her own forehead, and then brought it to her lips in a medieval gesture.</s>
<\|description\|>Eponine Hassane Sexual Abuse Trigger Warning Age: 14 Gender: Female Appearance: "I am unbreakable, I am unyielding, I am impenetrable." Personality: Eponine comes off as robotic to most. She values order above all else and believes that to achieve order, the ends justify the means. Her form of altruism is the cold, calculated utilitarianism that the incubators also happen to follow, that the good of the few can be easily sacrificed for the good of the many. She is for the most part, obedient and unquestioning of her orders and tries to the best of her ability to fulfill her missions to the letter. She cannot tolerate insubordination or rebellion, unless it promises an even better organization, an even tighter grip on chaos and human free will. She has a strong desire to protect her sister Fantine, her allies, and the majority of her vassals, though she will sacrifice a few of them if it meant protecting most of them. Eponine has a soft spot for Fantine. Eponine worries that soon, she will lose her ability to love her sister due to the negative side effects of her wish. Bio: Eponine was born in a slum of North Africans in the outskirts of Aurora. She lived with her father, mother, and two younger siblings: fraternal twins, a boy and a girl. Due to their destitute living conditions, the community became disgruntled with the ruling magical girls. Eponine grew up hating magical girls for not protecting and providing for her town. When a group of militants came to 'liberate' them from magical girls, the militants were welcomed with open arms. However, their talk of 'revolution', 'liberation', and 'equality' was empty; they were little more than bandits expanding their territory and winning support by throwing around high-minded ideals. Life under this militant group was worse than the neglect they faced when under magical girl rule. When the North African community decided that they had had enough, they revolted and failed miserably. The militants suppressed the revolt swiftly and Eponine saw both her father and mother brutally physically and sexually assaulted by the militants. Then she became their next victim. At this point she was already broken, and she simply let it happen, but when she saw others reach for her sister and brother, she snapped, and an incubator appeared before her. When she became a magical girl for the first time, it was a night of blood as Eponine cleansed the slum of the militants. In the aftermath, her brother had died from injuries he had sustained while he was being raped, while her sister, Fantine, survived. Seeing Eponine as their saviour from oppression, the community changed their minds about magical girls. Eponine sought out the magical girl that governed over her region, Maria Goethe, and swore fealty to her, aligning herself and her community to Aurora. Now she rules over and protects the slum, which has become her fief, her territory which is part of Maria's larger domain. She keeps Fantine safe in Maria's HQ. Allegiance: Aurora City Authority, Maria Goethe Skills: Very few, maybe a proficiency with polearms having swung her warhammer around enough times. She has the tactics of a juggernaut. Weapons: None Other: Eponine's diet has gotten increasingly spicy as her sense of taste has deteriorated to the point that she can barely taste anything anymore. She also sometimes bites her own tongue and inside of her cheek when she is speaking quickly, so she often bleeds from the mouth. She calls her force-field the Zone of Absolute Terror. Theme Song: Croatian Rhapsody - Maksim Mrvica Magical Girl Appearance: Eponine keeps her eye, hair, and skin color of course. Also, no bonnet and no katana. Wish: "I never want to be hurt again." Her wish not only granted her an impenetrable force field ability, but has significantly reduced her ability to feel pain. Because she will feel pain if those close to her are harmed, her ability includes the bonus of being able to protect others. However, she can feel her sense of touch overall deteriorating, including her sense of taste. It has also slowly affected her ability to feel emotions, as emotions are ultimately the true source of pain. This last bit worries her, since loving Fantine is the one thing she has left. Weapons: Eponine summons and wields a warhammer. She can summon more as necessary and as part of a way to extend her magic. Powers: Force Field - Eponine's force field is a thin, impenetrable layer covering her body when activated. It can be extended to her warhammer, making the weapon indestructible. She can also extend it to allies if she touches them. Keeping it on drains her magic so she lets it down when she feels she is safe. It can be further activated with 'Rejection', which sends all things touching it to go shooting off in the opposite direction. She cannot use 'Rejection' to propel herself. She can summon multiple hammers and stand them with the head on the ground and the shaft pointing up. She needs a minimum of three set out in a ring to activate a larger force field, a hemisphere of protection projected from the shafts of the hammers.</s> <\|message\|>Yume Fubuki Yume frowned. How could she have made an assumption like that? Things like this always seemed to happen when she was trying to stay out of trouble. "I don't know how to respond to your question. Just being careful, as you said." She spoke mostly without emotion, but a hint of humor seemed to creep its way in nevertheless. "Do you have a name, or is that classified?" As much as this other girl seemed untrustworthy, Yume still was a bit curious about her.</s> <\|message\|>Alexandra Hertz book of bad juju@TrixyTrix The Grief Seed, so recently harvested, drew in the despair that it was being fed like a sponge, the jewel growing progressively blacker as it accumulated. Such a tactic was extremely reckless and dangerous, since the outcome of a Grief Seed was something every Magical Girl was familiar with. And with how it was being fed by the flow of despair from Violetta, who knew how powerful it might end up? Though Violetta tried to divorce herself of the object before it could go further, it was too late. The Grief Seed twinkled, it's flight arrested in midair as the air itself rippled and flexed, before a wave of darkness rushed out, engulfing both magical girls and the immediate area, twisting and shaping reality. When it faded, they would find themselves in a winter wonderland. In the distance chimney stacks jutted into the sky, puffing out clouds that turned into falling snow. Closer to home, trees of glass and ice made a forest, cut by interspersed paths that disoriented and made maneuvering difficult with the inversion of 'up' and 'down. As it stood now, the fight had been put on hold in favor of locating each other, if either magical girl was willing to do that. No familiars appeared yet, the Witch still apparently in the process of generating them, but it would not be long. And if they stayed transformed, it would not be long until the familiars tracked them down. But given the situation, that might be a risk worth taking. One could never say for sure, in the uncertainty of a Witches Labrynth</s> <\|message\|>Chloe Hartmann Chloe frowned. "Rude to respond to a question with a question, girl. That's just bad play." She had to think about how to respond to this turn of events, or whether she wanted to respond at all. "...No, not classified. It just doesn't mean anything. Name's Chloe, if you must know." This girl seemed reticent, though given Chloe's all-too-sudden approach from the darkness, she supposed it was probably natural. "If you're not with Aurora, it's dangerous to be out at night because it's easier to start a fight. The agents here'll kill ya. But if you are, well, I suppose I'm the one who's potentially getting killed tonight, aren't I? That's dangerous for me. So you and me meeing, see, that's either a super bad omen, or else," Chloe leaned a little closer, though she was standing pretty far away in the first place, "maybe it's 'destiny.'" Chloe grinned, all teeth like a hungry shark. Something about the way this person had responded had set off her mischief sensor, and what had potentially been an average nightly encounter had turned into an opportunity for play. And like a puppy, even when she was exhausted, Chloe could always make time to play with toys.</s> <\|message\|>Eponine Hassane "Understood, Lady Maria," Eponine said. Though her emotionless expression had returned, conviction could be seen in her eyes. She saluted Maria and left the hall. Fantine, meanwhile had struggled at trying to stand at attention, while watching Eponine lose her temper and composure. Fantine had wanted to run over and comfort her sister, but she didn't know if anything she could have done would have helped. Since Eponine became a magical girl, she had grown extremely distant. Fantine knew Eponine still cared for her, but Eponine bore all the burden, while Fantine felt powerless. Fantine couldn't care less whether Eponine served Aurora or Maria, Fantine merely wished to support her sister whatever her choice was, but she found no way to support her except smiling and pretending everything was fine, pretend she didn't see what being a magical girl had done to Eponine. Fantine steeled herself and made sure she wasn't crying, but took a few quick glances at Maria, wondering if their lady actually cared about them as she professed or if she was just playing her game of thrones. --- A while later, Eponine arrived at the industrial sector where Violetta was supposed to be. As she neared, she sensed the presence of a witch's barrier. She took out her soul gem and followed its directions leading her past an abandoned lab with a giant boulder and fresh scorch marks; signs of Violetta's presence. As she wandered around, the space around her began to warp, meaning that she was either getting closer, the barrier was expanding, or both. Soon she was struck by what could only be described a snow-blindness as she entered the barrier. While her eyes adjusted to the sudden brightness, she didn't blink, which would have been the normal reflex action to have were it not for the fact that Eponine's sense of pain was severely dulled. Eponine figured Violetta was probably in the barrier as well, which would explain her lack of updates. Eponine transformed, and pulled out a hammer. Eponine wondered how she was going to find Violetta in this muffled, snowy mess.</s> <\|message\|>Maria Goethe Maria took a deep breath and started to laugh. She wanted to release the tension she had from the negotiation she had done with both new and old allies, and how she has irrevocably chosen her destiny, for good and bad. For a moment she felt like she was elevated to a point above human consciousness, and could see the many futures that awaited. She quickly stopped, and turned towards Fantine. "Fantine, you may not have realized this, but I am in quite an enjoyable mood today. Would you like to try and guess why that is?" She enjoyed hearing others share the deeds she has done, and the feats she may accomplish, such was her hubris at moments like this.</s> <\|message\|>Fantine Hassane Fantine was a bit taken aback by Maria's question. Recruiting (sort of) Chloe was something Maria probably could be proud of, but Fantine didn't see that keeping Eponine's loyalty was something Maria should gloat about. If anything, Maria should be showing relief at having kept Eponine's loyalty, and maybe even a little shaken that she had risked losing it in the first place, but the way Maria asked this question implied that she felt neither. Of course, Fantine chose to indulge Maria's question, "If I were to guess, I think you're happy because you managed to make that other magical girl join you." Fantine chose to leave Eponine out of her response. She hadn't seen her sister so emotional for a long time, and didn't like how it seemed that Maria was taking such a powerful and shaking moment for Eponine and chalking it up as another 'achievement'. Though perhaps Fantine was misreading Maria's demeanor; Maria's response may reveal something else.</s> <\|message\|>Maria Goethe "Yes, that is correct. Truth be told, I was worried there for a minute, since there were factors into the rogue even I could not foresee. But that is in the past, and I'd rather look forwards to the future." She paused for a bit, and then leaned on the arms of her wheelchair with her elbows, her fingers clasped under her chin. Her eyes looked misty. "I'm also happy your sister understood me, despite having kept this from her. She is one of the few people I would never want to turn against me; what remains of my heart would be broken even further."</s> <\|message\|>Alexandra Hertz Algorithm The Witches Barrier stretched out before her, a snowy wonderland with glittering, icy trees that lined the sides of snow covered paths. Behind the winter wonderland one could see the hint of industry, the smokestacks on the horizon pumping out snow, and the bricks that popped up occasionally. A Barrier was the mix of a Witches nature, as well as the location it was in, and that was easy to determine now. But at this point it probably didn't matter to Eponine. At this point there were no Familiars, though doubtlessly she would find them further inside. They were naturally less prevalent towards the edges, especially if it was a newly formed Witch. She would have more of a problem with the environment itself, patches of ice beneath the snow, the light hiding steep drops and dead ends. Even her sense of direction would be affected, the land itself shifting around her, a winter wonderland thrown into mind boggling maze that she would have to traverse to the center of the barrier, or to wherever Violetta might be. And it wasn't as if the other girl was helping in that regard. She'd just have to do the best she could before things got worse in here.</s>	<\|message\|>Eponine Hassane Because Maria showed weakness by saying that her heart would break if Eponine turned against her, Fantine reassessed how she viewed Maria. "I'm sure that in the beginning, Eponine served you only so she could protect me. I think I can say with confidence that that is no longer the case. Despite the walls she puts up around her, Eponine cares for you too. The two of us will never leave your side." --- If Violetta was in here as Eponine surmised, then the best way to find her was to head for the center. Eponine looked down as a slight jab of terror flashed through her. She had no idea what would happen if she lost her footing and fell into the sky, but just thinking about it made it difficult just to keep balance. Heights were not Eponine's strong point; her preferred method of fighting was being completely grounded and using her stability to her advantage. She was also not so good when it came to mobility, jumping from upside-down tree branch to upside-down tree branch would be a difficult chore requiring more magic than most other magical girls needed to use for such a feat. Eponine started dashing forward, taking careful jumps, trying not to be too wasteful of her magic, though she slipped a few times and used a bit of magic to give herself the little boost she needed to make it to the next branch. Eponine hoped she could make it to the buildings where she could at least stand on the ceiling before being assaulted by familiars.</s>
<\|description\|>Eponine Hassane Sexual Abuse Trigger Warning Age: 14 Gender: Female Appearance: "I am unbreakable, I am unyielding, I am impenetrable." Personality: Eponine comes off as robotic to most. She values order above all else and believes that to achieve order, the ends justify the means. Her form of altruism is the cold, calculated utilitarianism that the incubators also happen to follow, that the good of the few can be easily sacrificed for the good of the many. She is for the most part, obedient and unquestioning of her orders and tries to the best of her ability to fulfill her missions to the letter. She cannot tolerate insubordination or rebellion, unless it promises an even better organization, an even tighter grip on chaos and human free will. She has a strong desire to protect her sister Fantine, her allies, and the majority of her vassals, though she will sacrifice a few of them if it meant protecting most of them. Eponine has a soft spot for Fantine. Eponine worries that soon, she will lose her ability to love her sister due to the negative side effects of her wish. Bio: Eponine was born in a slum of North Africans in the outskirts of Aurora. She lived with her father, mother, and two younger siblings: fraternal twins, a boy and a girl. Due to their destitute living conditions, the community became disgruntled with the ruling magical girls. Eponine grew up hating magical girls for not protecting and providing for her town. When a group of militants came to 'liberate' them from magical girls, the militants were welcomed with open arms. However, their talk of 'revolution', 'liberation', and 'equality' was empty; they were little more than bandits expanding their territory and winning support by throwing around high-minded ideals. Life under this militant group was worse than the neglect they faced when under magical girl rule. When the North African community decided that they had had enough, they revolted and failed miserably. The militants suppressed the revolt swiftly and Eponine saw both her father and mother brutally physically and sexually assaulted by the militants. Then she became their next victim. At this point she was already broken, and she simply let it happen, but when she saw others reach for her sister and brother, she snapped, and an incubator appeared before her. When she became a magical girl for the first time, it was a night of blood as Eponine cleansed the slum of the militants. In the aftermath, her brother had died from injuries he had sustained while he was being raped, while her sister, Fantine, survived. Seeing Eponine as their saviour from oppression, the community changed their minds about magical girls. Eponine sought out the magical girl that governed over her region, Maria Goethe, and swore fealty to her, aligning herself and her community to Aurora. Now she rules over and protects the slum, which has become her fief, her territory which is part of Maria's larger domain. She keeps Fantine safe in Maria's HQ. Allegiance: Aurora City Authority, Maria Goethe Skills: Very few, maybe a proficiency with polearms having swung her warhammer around enough times. She has the tactics of a juggernaut. Weapons: None Other: Eponine's diet has gotten increasingly spicy as her sense of taste has deteriorated to the point that she can barely taste anything anymore. She also sometimes bites her own tongue and inside of her cheek when she is speaking quickly, so she often bleeds from the mouth. She calls her force-field the Zone of Absolute Terror. Theme Song: Croatian Rhapsody - Maksim Mrvica Magical Girl Appearance: Eponine keeps her eye, hair, and skin color of course. Also, no bonnet and no katana. Wish: "I never want to be hurt again." Her wish not only granted her an impenetrable force field ability, but has significantly reduced her ability to feel pain. Because she will feel pain if those close to her are harmed, her ability includes the bonus of being able to protect others. However, she can feel her sense of touch overall deteriorating, including her sense of taste. It has also slowly affected her ability to feel emotions, as emotions are ultimately the true source of pain. This last bit worries her, since loving Fantine is the one thing she has left. Weapons: Eponine summons and wields a warhammer. She can summon more as necessary and as part of a way to extend her magic. Powers: Force Field - Eponine's force field is a thin, impenetrable layer covering her body when activated. It can be extended to her warhammer, making the weapon indestructible. She can also extend it to allies if she touches them. Keeping it on drains her magic so she lets it down when she feels she is safe. It can be further activated with 'Rejection', which sends all things touching it to go shooting off in the opposite direction. She cannot use 'Rejection' to propel herself. She can summon multiple hammers and stand them with the head on the ground and the shaft pointing up. She needs a minimum of three set out in a ring to activate a larger force field, a hemisphere of protection projected from the shafts of the hammers.</s> <\|message\|>Violetta FitzCarraldo. (Veee oh-let-ter, not Vayyy-oh-let-ter. She gets annoyed if you mispronounce it.) Violetta jumped down onto the ceiling, and glared at the other girl while the bi- the Hellhound launched into her prepared shtick about what she was sent to do. She listened with half an ear, not even deigning to give the girl her full attention. The edges of the rooms were covered with work posters, half obscured with the darkness. The only real light in the room had been the hole in the window she'd freed up, filling the room with a single beam which little clouds of dust danced and made little words in the clouds. She tried to read one, but it vanished and changed as soon as she made sense of it. Witch logic. A little pop brought her attention back to the girl blending in to the darkness. She stifled a grin, trying to stop the joke about not being able to see her in the dark, and tried to keep a straight face while she briefed her. "Well, fine. Just so long as you don't try to stab me in the back. Oh, and just so you know, there's a magical girl in the labyrinth the boss wants dead. Try to take her down, silent-like, if you can. Blonde, purple dress. Should stick out like a sore thumb around these parts."</s> <\|message\|>Alexandra Hertz book of bad juju@Stern Algorithm@TrixyTrix The wait that had gone by unbidden was now over, and all those currently inside the Witches Barrier would soon notice as Familiars began to appear. They were drawn to the magical energy given off by the various girls when they were in their current form, though returning to simple human would act as a disguise. But at the same time though, it would obviously make them less able o defend themselves if they were to be attacked. White snow bunnies hopped along, almost cute if it weren't for the razor fangs and glowing red eyes. Their form seemed uncertain though, shifting and shimmering in the light, making it difficult to tell exactly where they were in this whole mess of white and ice, though not impossible by any means. So they arrived, hopping along the ceiling and moving towards the three girls that had dared to intrude, even if one of them was directly responsible for the formation of the Witch in the first place. The time to talk was over. If they wanted to survive this experience, they would have to fight. And even now, the Witch had yet to enter into her full glory.</s> <\|message\|>Eponine Hassane "Another magical girl?" Eponine asked. "I was not informed of this. My Lady said that this was simply a recon mission. Did my Lady specifically order this magical girl destroyed, or is this a result of your own judgment? Did she pose a threat to you, or is she perhaps connected to the location of interest in some way?" A rabbit familiar leapt at Eponine, who flourished her hammer and loudly pounded the familiar into a bloody pulp in the ceiling. She turned to Violetta, "Also, I don't do 'silent-like'."</s> <\|message\|>Violetta FitzCarraldo. (Veee oh-let-ter, not Vayyy-oh-let-ter. She gets annoyed if you mispronounce it.) Algorithm Was that a joke? It was so hard to tell, in the darkness. Violetta blinked, unsure of what exactly to say. Then her brain came up with something good. "She attacked an officer of Aurora City Authority." she began, gesturing vaguely to her hip. There was nothing there, between all the waiting, but it got a point across. "Assault on an officer of the ACA, Resisting Arrest, Conspiracy to Commit Criminal acts, Unauthorized Invocation of Witches..." She went on, the capital letters slotting easily into place. They had a magic all of their own. They could make you believe what you thought was wrong. She counted on her fingers, trying to sell the lie. "Attempting to deceive an ACA agent in the Execution of their Duties- these aren't petty crimes. We cannot allow such things to be done against the Lady's name, entendido?"</s> <\|message\|>Eponine Hassane Eponine did not mean her question accusatorily, she merely wished to resolve the information discrepancy. "Understood. Such a criminal should be brought down at once." Eponine sighed, she'd had enough dealing with rogues for one day. "Were you able to ascertain her affiliation, if any? You also mentioned Unauthorized Invocation, so she was responsible for this witch?" Eponine asked this just to connect the pieces, though to someone who was lying, it may have come off as if she were questioning the validity of the statement. The rabbit familiars kept coming, so Eponine assumed her default formation as frontline tank, using her powerful melee and defensive magic to stave off enemies, while allowing Violetta to do ranged area control.</s> <\|message\|>Chloe Hartmann Chloe pursed her lips, looking up in the sky with her hands in her pockets. "Destiny, huh..." It was a question she had to think about, and that made her anxious. After everything that had happened today, she had out herself in a valuable, if dangerous, position. Was that destiny? Or luck? "Nah, I suppose you're right. Destiny's just made up." The only acceptable conclusion was that Chloe reached her position through skill, intuition and hard work. Everything else was just passing the buck. "So, that brings us back to my original question. I dunno who you are, and that's dangerous. Haven't even told me your name yet, and that's just rude. I feel like you're just jerking me around. I don't like that much. Been jerked around enough today. And now I'm tired and frustrated. Need a stress relief." Chloe's sentences got shorter and more terse as she continued speaking, and her muscles tensed in her arms. It wasn't visible, but she was gripping the brass knuckles in her pockets tightly, squeezing them like a stress ball as she worked herself up. She wasn't even that angry at this stranger, but something inside her had shifted gears, putting her in 'fight mode.' "You've admitted that you're a magi, so that means you won't die if I hit you, right? Right?" With a dull flash, she pulled her hands out of her pockets, her brass knuckles turning into her signature giant magical fists, and her headphones shined with a dull light that signified their transformation as well as she changed fully into magical girl form. With her huge hands, she pointed a finger at the girl in front of her. "I'm nice enough to wait for you to transform today, so consider yourself lucky. In exchange, if I beat you, you're gonna tell me who you are... or else I'll kill you."</s> <\|message\|>Violetta FitzCarraldo. (Veee oh-let-ter, not Vayyy-oh-let-ter. She gets annoyed if you mispronounce it.) Algorithm The shifty white blob things were pouring into the building, and the conversation was cut short by the Hellhound turning and pounding a rabbit into so much veal mince. Good thing, too, because Violetta had already drawn her weapon in order to teach the annoyingly curious girl a lesson. Her little pre-act of anger was hidden in all the rush, and presumably the other girl had just assumed she'd pulled it out to fight. And all the better, because now there was a whole bunch of punching bags to take her anger out on. Humans were boring to kill. They screamed, and ran away at the slightest little burn, and the smell always made her hungry. Even witches rarely did more then sit still and throw stuff. She grinned, the fire dancing behind her eyes already, glancing around the room, and taking stock of sightlines. Screw ranged combat. She took a pose like a sprinter at a marathon, and charged. She went at a cluster of the things, staying low, her arms cradling her weapon of choice as it spewed out a spray of hellfire to her right. For a moment, it caught the shaft of light, turning the globules into a greasy oil-slick rainbow in the sky, before the pilot light stole the greens and blues, leaving only the red greasy fire. Violetta slid across the inverted ceiling, knocking out a cluster of the hideous things without even slowing down. That was important. You slowed down and you died. She hit the wall, and bounced off it, repeating her maneuver from earlier.</s> <\|message\|>Yume Fubuki Yume merely shrugged and transformed, a long white and pink dress flowing from her chest down to the hem and replacing her regular clothes. She summoned her main axe and propped the handle on her shoulder before speaking. "Very well then. If you want a fight, than a fight you shall have." She let her eyelids drop into a lazy, carefree position that matched her smile. "You could have just asked for my name, you know. But since you seem insistent on this outcome, I'll save that for later." "'Nice enough', what a joke."</s>	<\|message\|>Eponine Hassane Eponine saw Violetta dash forward in a furious frenzy of flame, completely disregarding the team combat set-up that Eponine had intended to prepare. Eponine had hoped that they could push through these familiars together, but Violetta blazed ahead by herself, leaving Eponine to slowly golf the familiars around her away from herself. Eponine tried to run after the scorching trail that Violetta had burned out but more familiars kept piling in, closing the path between Eponine and Violetta. One of the rabbit familiars lunged at Eponine, but given the danger of thesituation, her force-field was already active, so the rabbit simply bounced off. Eponine continued to walk forward, hoping that they would reach the witch soon, swatting away familiars that stood in her way, muttering "reject" to activate the force-field wrapped around her hammer in order to launch familiars that came in contact with it away at tremendous force. She was severely irked by Violetta's lack of cooperation.</s>
<\|description\|>Eponine Hassane Sexual Abuse Trigger Warning Age: 14 Gender: Female Appearance: "I am unbreakable, I am unyielding, I am impenetrable." Personality: Eponine comes off as robotic to most. She values order above all else and believes that to achieve order, the ends justify the means. Her form of altruism is the cold, calculated utilitarianism that the incubators also happen to follow, that the good of the few can be easily sacrificed for the good of the many. She is for the most part, obedient and unquestioning of her orders and tries to the best of her ability to fulfill her missions to the letter. She cannot tolerate insubordination or rebellion, unless it promises an even better organization, an even tighter grip on chaos and human free will. She has a strong desire to protect her sister Fantine, her allies, and the majority of her vassals, though she will sacrifice a few of them if it meant protecting most of them. Eponine has a soft spot for Fantine. Eponine worries that soon, she will lose her ability to love her sister due to the negative side effects of her wish. Bio: Eponine was born in a slum of North Africans in the outskirts of Aurora. She lived with her father, mother, and two younger siblings: fraternal twins, a boy and a girl. Due to their destitute living conditions, the community became disgruntled with the ruling magical girls. Eponine grew up hating magical girls for not protecting and providing for her town. When a group of militants came to 'liberate' them from magical girls, the militants were welcomed with open arms. However, their talk of 'revolution', 'liberation', and 'equality' was empty; they were little more than bandits expanding their territory and winning support by throwing around high-minded ideals. Life under this militant group was worse than the neglect they faced when under magical girl rule. When the North African community decided that they had had enough, they revolted and failed miserably. The militants suppressed the revolt swiftly and Eponine saw both her father and mother brutally physically and sexually assaulted by the militants. Then she became their next victim. At this point she was already broken, and she simply let it happen, but when she saw others reach for her sister and brother, she snapped, and an incubator appeared before her. When she became a magical girl for the first time, it was a night of blood as Eponine cleansed the slum of the militants. In the aftermath, her brother had died from injuries he had sustained while he was being raped, while her sister, Fantine, survived. Seeing Eponine as their saviour from oppression, the community changed their minds about magical girls. Eponine sought out the magical girl that governed over her region, Maria Goethe, and swore fealty to her, aligning herself and her community to Aurora. Now she rules over and protects the slum, which has become her fief, her territory which is part of Maria's larger domain. She keeps Fantine safe in Maria's HQ. Allegiance: Aurora City Authority, Maria Goethe Skills: Very few, maybe a proficiency with polearms having swung her warhammer around enough times. She has the tactics of a juggernaut. Weapons: None Other: Eponine's diet has gotten increasingly spicy as her sense of taste has deteriorated to the point that she can barely taste anything anymore. She also sometimes bites her own tongue and inside of her cheek when she is speaking quickly, so she often bleeds from the mouth. She calls her force-field the Zone of Absolute Terror. Theme Song: Croatian Rhapsody - Maksim Mrvica Magical Girl Appearance: Eponine keeps her eye, hair, and skin color of course. Also, no bonnet and no katana. Wish: "I never want to be hurt again." Her wish not only granted her an impenetrable force field ability, but has significantly reduced her ability to feel pain. Because she will feel pain if those close to her are harmed, her ability includes the bonus of being able to protect others. However, she can feel her sense of touch overall deteriorating, including her sense of taste. It has also slowly affected her ability to feel emotions, as emotions are ultimately the true source of pain. This last bit worries her, since loving Fantine is the one thing she has left. Weapons: Eponine summons and wields a warhammer. She can summon more as necessary and as part of a way to extend her magic. Powers: Force Field - Eponine's force field is a thin, impenetrable layer covering her body when activated. It can be extended to her warhammer, making the weapon indestructible. She can also extend it to allies if she touches them. Keeping it on drains her magic so she lets it down when she feels she is safe. It can be further activated with 'Rejection', which sends all things touching it to go shooting off in the opposite direction. She cannot use 'Rejection' to propel herself. She can summon multiple hammers and stand them with the head on the ground and the shaft pointing up. She needs a minimum of three set out in a ring to activate a larger force field, a hemisphere of protection projected from the shafts of the hammers.</s> <\|message\|>Eponine Hassane Eponine saw Violetta dash forward in a furious frenzy of flame, completely disregarding the team combat set-up that Eponine had intended to prepare. Eponine had hoped that they could push through these familiars together, but Violetta blazed ahead by herself, leaving Eponine to slowly golf the familiars around her away from herself. Eponine tried to run after the scorching trail that Violetta had burned out but more familiars kept piling in, closing the path between Eponine and Violetta. One of the rabbit familiars lunged at Eponine, but given the danger of thesituation, her force-field was already active, so the rabbit simply bounced off. Eponine continued to walk forward, hoping that they would reach the witch soon, swatting away familiars that stood in her way, muttering "reject" to activate the force-field wrapped around her hammer in order to launch familiars that came in contact with it away at tremendous force. She was severely irked by Violetta's lack of cooperation.</s> <\|message\|>Chloe Hartmann 'If you want a fight,' she says. No doubt about it, this girl's passive nature had a way of getting under Chloe's skin. It wasn't that she wanted to kill her or anything, it was simply that she had grown bored, and fighting was fun. Even if Chloe was at risk of death in this fight, boredom was its own death to a certain class of being. Without another word, Chloe cracked a wide grin and slammed her fists onto the ground, using the force to aid a forward lunge at faster than normal speed. Before closing the distance between the two of them, she extended her hands forward, fingers outsretched, aiming for the other girl's weapon, which seemed to be a large axe. Weapons like that were a threat to a fistfighter like Chloe, but if she could get her hands on it, they would be on more even ground. If she could grab hold of the girl's weapon or even her weapon-arm, things would follow from there, and it would be exceedingly difficult to stop Chloe's momentum from that point. And speaking of momentum, if her lunge was blocked, the force should be enough to drive the girl backwards or perhaps knock her off balance.</s> <\|message\|>Yume Fubuki "Aggressive, aren't you?" Yume thought as the girl launched herself at her. She quickly swung her axe out in front of herself and grabbed one end in each hand, feeling Chloe's momentum slam into her. She was pushed several feet back as a result of the older magi's superior strength, and had to dig her heels into the ground to prevent herself from slipping farther. Grinding her teeth in effort, Yume stepped to the side, attempting to set Chloe off balance.</s> <\|message\|>Alexandra Hertz Algorithm@The book of bad juju The inside of the factory became a maelstrom of fire and combat as Violetta cut lose with her flamethrower, sending gouts of fire about. With her and Eponine working together, ostensibly even though there was no sign of it, these familiars didn't stand a chance. All they had going for them was their numbers, and that didn't mean much in the fact of what was being thrown at them. Soon enough the Familiars had been burned out or destroyed, leaving the two in the on fire factory. The sound of creaking metal could be heard as fire licked at it. Even with the foes gone, they didn't seem to be out of danger just yet. And if they wanted to get out, or to find the Witch, they would have no choice but to move on from this factory and back into the dazzlingly twisted, snowy labyrinth. --- Time passed by relatively undisturbed for Maria once she had finished her meeting with Chloe, having come a step closer to furthering her plans for eventual rule. If there was a conflict or fight she would hear of it, and in the meanwhile she would be merely forced to wait for some news from Eponine, if her subordinate was in a position where she could give it. For now though, the time of the month that she most likely hated rolled around. Specifically, that point where she would have to make the trek to the center of the city and Alexandra's base of operations, to pay tax from the Grief Seeds she had collected from her territory to her ruler. Much as she might despise it, it was a duty she had to fulfill. And she would have to get a move on soon if she wanted to make it in a timely fashion. Being late could be taken as an insult, which would not do well for her if she was trying to keep her head down until the time for her coup came. But in the end that was her decision.</s> <\|message\|>Maria Goethe Water splashed in a sizable tub as Maria was taking a relaxing foam bath. She was thinking about what she spoke with Fantine, and made bubbles. She realized she went a bit overboard with showcasing her powers since she made quite a mess of herself, but she assured herself it was good for keeping discipline. Fantine has been a while in the household, but she hasn't really seen the extent of her magical powers until now. She lifted her leg, and sighed. After she was done, Maria had her clothing fly out of the drawers and cupboards, and dressed herself in a fashion reminiscent of a transformation sequence, her dress and socks flying into place without a moment's reprieve. She went to the basement, and beyond the grotesque "Playroom" and jail cells was a sturdy door. Maria placed her hand on a scanner, typed in the password, and the door opened to reveal a storage room containing rows of crates. A black sun was marked on the sides of the crates. We've fallen back a bit on the quota, so that makes only 3 or so possible deliveries before I've run out. But it won't matter in the long run, of course. I have just enough to make my dreams reality. With a flick of her fingers, many rows of crates started to float, led on by her finger as she rolled out of the basement and outside, where pick-up trucks were waiting along with their drivers and the guards, who saluted in sync once they spotted her coming. She placed the crates inside the vehicles, and had herself and her wheelchair moved into the green van at the front, which was accessorized and rich-looking. "To Alexandra's tower," She commanded the driver.</s> <\|message\|>Violetta FitzCarraldo. (Veee oh-let-ter, not Vayyy-oh-let-ter. She gets annoyed if you mispronounce it.) She bounced and bounced and bounced for a while before she noticed the area was considerably less bunny-infested then it had been. She stopped, which is quite hard to do when jumping from wall to wall while cackling and spewing flame everywhere. She ended up pointing the flame machine in front of her and using the recoil to slow her down, even if it meant getting her twintails singed. She glanced around, pointedly, trying to not let the hellhound get behind her. She trusted her amount as much as she could throw her hammer, even if nominally they had the same employer. Oh yeah, that reminded her. She pulled out her soul gem from it's hiding location and glanced at it, before putting it back somewhere undisclosed, where it wouldn't be sniped at. No real drain. She'd still have enough to kill a witch even if the Valkyrie's did arrive on time. There was only one enemy left, in her hamster ball. She waved at the transluscent shimmering shield, and spoke up. "You finished in there, Hellhound? Some of us have a witch to kill."</s> <\|message\|>Eponine Hassane Eponine looked around the factory, noticing that they had cleared it of familiars. She was somewhat disappointed to see that the witch was nowhere in sight. She had assumed the factory was the center of the labyrinth and that they would find the witch here. She really didn't want to have to fight in the inverted forest. Eponine looked up at Violetta. She wanted to chide the girl for not assuming formation with her, but decided to just stay quiet. "Coming," Eponine replied to Violetta, though instead of jumping up to a window to leave, Eponine merely took out her frustration on the wall of the factory, hammering open a crumbling hole through which to leave the factory, and reenter the forest of inverted ice trees.</s> <\|message\|>Violetta FitzCarraldo. (Veee oh-let-ter, not Vayyy-oh-let-ter. She gets annoyed if you mispronounce it.) Violetta lept, and took purchase on the upside down windowsill. The vast and slightly shimmery landscape of the forest was all she could see for miles around this building, and for some reason that made her nervous. How big could a witch's labyrinth get? And what would happen when she reached the other end, would she get spat out into the real world? Or would she just bump head first into an invisible wall mid-jump and plummet to her death? She glanced down, and tightened her grip on the window. A view like that could give an albatross vertigo. Maybe the witch was down there, conveniently placing itself just where a normal human would fall and a magical girl would stay up. But nah, Michelle hadn't been that smart in life. Was she? Violetta lept from trunk to trunk, more out of boredom then anything. It'd be so easy to just nudge a bunny around here and send it plummeting to their death or whatever familliars had instead. She, Violetta would just have to wander around till she found the witch,. Maybe she could antagonize the other two girls if they ended meeting each other again. That would be fun. It was always a source of personal annoyance that the only real power that was capable of fighting the Authority to any significant degree skulked around in the shadows rather then fight. It seemed such an inefficient way of going about things. Violetta dreamed at night of ranks and files. Of sorties and rooftop-to-rooftop duels and carpet bombings of grief seeds ready to blow. People could get behind a good war. It gave people something to do, and something to die for. Nobody makes mortal sacrifices in peacetime. It happens twice a day in a good fight. She stepped on an upside down branch and pressed on.</s>	<\|message\|>Eponine Hassane Eponine followed Violetta out into the trees, and once again, went from branch to branch very slowly due to her difficulty with acrobatics. Eponine thought about how Violetta's weapon might be able to melt the trees here. It would be very powerful, but very dangerous: it would be a great tactical advantage to be able to destroy the enemy's environment, but she risked destroying her own in the process. Eponine wondered where this witch was, and where the other magical girl was.</s>
<\|description\|>Eponine Hassane Sexual Abuse Trigger Warning Age: 14 Gender: Female Appearance: "I am unbreakable, I am unyielding, I am impenetrable." Personality: Eponine comes off as robotic to most. She values order above all else and believes that to achieve order, the ends justify the means. Her form of altruism is the cold, calculated utilitarianism that the incubators also happen to follow, that the good of the few can be easily sacrificed for the good of the many. She is for the most part, obedient and unquestioning of her orders and tries to the best of her ability to fulfill her missions to the letter. She cannot tolerate insubordination or rebellion, unless it promises an even better organization, an even tighter grip on chaos and human free will. She has a strong desire to protect her sister Fantine, her allies, and the majority of her vassals, though she will sacrifice a few of them if it meant protecting most of them. Eponine has a soft spot for Fantine. Eponine worries that soon, she will lose her ability to love her sister due to the negative side effects of her wish. Bio: Eponine was born in a slum of North Africans in the outskirts of Aurora. She lived with her father, mother, and two younger siblings: fraternal twins, a boy and a girl. Due to their destitute living conditions, the community became disgruntled with the ruling magical girls. Eponine grew up hating magical girls for not protecting and providing for her town. When a group of militants came to 'liberate' them from magical girls, the militants were welcomed with open arms. However, their talk of 'revolution', 'liberation', and 'equality' was empty; they were little more than bandits expanding their territory and winning support by throwing around high-minded ideals. Life under this militant group was worse than the neglect they faced when under magical girl rule. When the North African community decided that they had had enough, they revolted and failed miserably. The militants suppressed the revolt swiftly and Eponine saw both her father and mother brutally physically and sexually assaulted by the militants. Then she became their next victim. At this point she was already broken, and she simply let it happen, but when she saw others reach for her sister and brother, she snapped, and an incubator appeared before her. When she became a magical girl for the first time, it was a night of blood as Eponine cleansed the slum of the militants. In the aftermath, her brother had died from injuries he had sustained while he was being raped, while her sister, Fantine, survived. Seeing Eponine as their saviour from oppression, the community changed their minds about magical girls. Eponine sought out the magical girl that governed over her region, Maria Goethe, and swore fealty to her, aligning herself and her community to Aurora. Now she rules over and protects the slum, which has become her fief, her territory which is part of Maria's larger domain. She keeps Fantine safe in Maria's HQ. Allegiance: Aurora City Authority, Maria Goethe Skills: Very few, maybe a proficiency with polearms having swung her warhammer around enough times. She has the tactics of a juggernaut. Weapons: None Other: Eponine's diet has gotten increasingly spicy as her sense of taste has deteriorated to the point that she can barely taste anything anymore. She also sometimes bites her own tongue and inside of her cheek when she is speaking quickly, so she often bleeds from the mouth. She calls her force-field the Zone of Absolute Terror. Theme Song: Croatian Rhapsody - Maksim Mrvica Magical Girl Appearance: Eponine keeps her eye, hair, and skin color of course. Also, no bonnet and no katana. Wish: "I never want to be hurt again." Her wish not only granted her an impenetrable force field ability, but has significantly reduced her ability to feel pain. Because she will feel pain if those close to her are harmed, her ability includes the bonus of being able to protect others. However, she can feel her sense of touch overall deteriorating, including her sense of taste. It has also slowly affected her ability to feel emotions, as emotions are ultimately the true source of pain. This last bit worries her, since loving Fantine is the one thing she has left. Weapons: Eponine summons and wields a warhammer. She can summon more as necessary and as part of a way to extend her magic. Powers: Force Field - Eponine's force field is a thin, impenetrable layer covering her body when activated. It can be extended to her warhammer, making the weapon indestructible. She can also extend it to allies if she touches them. Keeping it on drains her magic so she lets it down when she feels she is safe. It can be further activated with 'Rejection', which sends all things touching it to go shooting off in the opposite direction. She cannot use 'Rejection' to propel herself. She can summon multiple hammers and stand them with the head on the ground and the shaft pointing up. She needs a minimum of three set out in a ring to activate a larger force field, a hemisphere of protection projected from the shafts of the hammers.</s> <\|message\|>Eponine Hassane Because Eponine's body was slowly losing the ability to feel due to her wish, and cold already had a numbing effect, cold became one of the first sensations she stopped being able to notice easily. So the cold wasn't bothering her as Violetta expected though, it did make her muscle movements alternate between sluggish and erratic at times, the effects of slowed muscle metabolism combined with the instinct to shiver. This didn't make it any easier for her to traverse the ice trees as she followed Violetta, lagging a bit behind. When they saw the giant ball of ice hovering below them, Eponine was bit relieved. It was large enough that she could land on it without slipping and falling into the endless sky, and it seemed like the likeliest place for the witch to be. Without another word, Eponine jumped down from the branch she was one and right before she hit the ice ball, turned on her shield and activated 'reject', making sure that she incurred none of the damage from the fall while transferring all the force of the impact into the ball. What happened next would depend entirely on how strong the ball was; would it absorb the shock, would it shatter, or would it do something else entirely?</s> <\|message\|>Violetta FitzCarraldo. (Veee oh-let-ter, not Vayyy-oh-let-ter. She gets annoyed if you mispronounce it.) Violetta took a moment to steady herself, and sat in the nook of a tree while her companion tried to play interlabyrinthine snooker with the nine-ball somewhere far below. No need for her to get her hands dirty when there were dirty hands to do it for her. She snuggled into the warmth of her coat, and bit down on a lump of leftover tobacco. With any luck, all she'd have to do was wait, and the lilac revolutionary would come around this way. And then the two girls would fight. And then, either one of them would die, and their friends would get all pissy and revengey, or they'd back away, letting their views of the othet side fester and sour. Hell. maybe this would finally be the spark that sets the powder keg alight. Even though, Violetta privately observed, this was probably not the best choice of firestarters. Between the two of them, she judged, they had about as much malice as the dalai lama, and almost as much polititcal sway. A silent bodyguard who let nothing slip and a revolutionary who probably thought Gavroche was a kind of broccoli. Hardly the spitting fire to start a neverending inferno with. But you made do with what you had. The girl snuggled down undee the tree, jaw bobbing up and down, rhythmically, and pretty thoughts of wanton cruelty running through her head.</s> <\|message\|>Alexandra Hertz book of bad juju@TrixyTrix Violetta and Alice would probably go unmolested beyond the continued Familiar attacks, though they diminished in intensity with Eponine beginning to attack the Witch. If they were close enough the two might be able to see the cloud from the shattered ice thrown into the air. It wouldn't do anything for them, but it would be a sign that something was happening. The two were out of sight of each other for the moment, but it was likely that they would be able to hear the other fighting if they were particularly violent about it. And that left out the possibility of one of them going to aid in this fight that would yield a Grief Seed and the destruction of the labyrinth. It was inevitable that the thing would get new tricks though, and new Familiars emerged to fight the Girls in the barrier, but not fighting the Witch itself. They rose from the branches themselves, earmuff wearing snowmen with icicle arms and razor teeth, clawing and snapping as they separately moved towards the two. It seemed that not fighting the Witch would not make things easy either, and it would be up to them to decide if they wanted to go help, stay here and fight, or to move on and avoid a major conflict. --- Algorithm The ice held for brief moments under the impact of the collision, given the full force of the collision as a result of Eponine's magic. It held for a few, brief moments, before shattering into a jagged hole that dropped the magical girl inside the spherical construct. Fortunately the entire thing didn't break, just the portion she had landed on. The insides was strange, but Eponine wouldn't fall too far once breaching the surface of the sphere. The inside was cold, bright with refracting light off of the various surfaces inside as ice branches ran from one section of the sphere to the other, some acting like bridges while other portions terminated and branched out, still leaving large gaps for things to move. At least she wouldn't have to worry about falling to her death anymore, probably, as the ice surface she had so recently plunged through reformed, patterns different but solidity the same. There would be no retreat that way. More important to her though would be the opponent she found in there. The Witch, hovering near the center of the ball of interwoven ice, awoke, a shriek emanating forth as it noted the intruder. It was hidden, to some extent it's physical form hidden in what seemed weird kinds of rainbow scarves, hats, mittens, and the lice. Beneath there were glimpses of white, but nothing could be gained from that. She would, however, be able to make out runes in that strange script, labeling this Witch as Byrea, for what that was worth. With another cry a trio of icicle-esque projectiles were fired at Eponine from it's 'sleeve', and the fight began. --- The guards glanced about as Maria introduced herself and presented her cargo, the hovering crates a bit unnerving. They knew she wasn't an immediate threat, but that didn't change the intimidation factor involved. Just as she had been aiming for. It didn't see much of a realization though as a girl approached. It wasn't Alexandra herself but rather Caroline, her second in command and follower. The girl eyed Maria and her entourage with a hint of distrust, but said nothing of it. If Maria was going to go through with her plan in the future, this girl was going to be someone she would have to deal with. "Welcome Maria Goethe," she replied as was customary. "Follow me." She turned about, moving inside whilst guards advanced to retrieve the crates, so they could be taken off to the store rooms to be put with the others. That was part of the business of being in charge, and Alexandra would want to speak with Maria as a matter of course. The elevator she stopped in front of arrived with a ding, and Caroline gestured for the faux-wheelchair bound girl to enter before doing so herself, and setting it for the level below the penthouse. Assuming that Maria was coming along anyway. The doors slid close and the elevator into motion. Time to meet the boss.</s> <\|message\|>Maria Goethe Maria was amused by the nervousness of the guards, and rightly so. An occasional trick or two is good for keeping appearances, not letting even close servants forget their inferiority. Maria was glad to see Caroline was punctual as always, and returned her greeting in customary manner. She gently placed the crates down, and followed after Caroline, rolling into the elevator once prompted. It wasn't that uncommon for Alexandra to want a quick report, since it was convenient to do so as part of the tax delivery, though more serious discussions about Aurora were made during conferences, where more Nobles were attending. Maria had absolutely no reason to decline, even if she was going to meet the very person she was later going to usurp the throne from eye-to-eye. Regular commoners may have enjoyed small talk when going up such a long way, but the both of them knew they were far above such impolite nonsense. Maria spent the time quietly listening to the almost silent humming of the elevator as it rose up.</s>	<\|message\|>Eponine Hassane Eponine had half-expected to land on the tiny ice planetoid, and that the witch would come hovering over the horizon to attack her, so she was slightly surprised to have actually broken through the surface, though she did manage to land on her feet and activate her shield right before making impact with the far side of the inner wall of the ice sphere. When the witch launched icicles at her, Eponine reactively enabled her shield to shrug off the projectiles, feeling her magic drop for each icicle that bounced off of her. She looked up expectantly, waiting for Violetta to jump down, melt a hole through the ice ball and join her in her fight against the witch. It took a moment before it dawned on Eponine that Violetta may not be joining her as soon as she liked, and standing there looking upwards only made Eponine an easy target for the hostile magical abomination directly above her. Dodging another flurry of icicles, Eponine summoned a second hammer and began spinning in place like a top, her arms outstretched, swing the hammers. After gaining enough rotational inertia, she tilted her spin slightly and launched one, and then the other hammer at the witch, hoping to do some damage. Before the hammers hit, Eponine summoned another hammer and prepared for a retaliation from Byrea.</s>
<\|description\|>Eponine Hassane Sexual Abuse Trigger Warning Age: 14 Gender: Female Appearance: "I am unbreakable, I am unyielding, I am impenetrable." Personality: Eponine comes off as robotic to most. She values order above all else and believes that to achieve order, the ends justify the means. Her form of altruism is the cold, calculated utilitarianism that the incubators also happen to follow, that the good of the few can be easily sacrificed for the good of the many. She is for the most part, obedient and unquestioning of her orders and tries to the best of her ability to fulfill her missions to the letter. She cannot tolerate insubordination or rebellion, unless it promises an even better organization, an even tighter grip on chaos and human free will. She has a strong desire to protect her sister Fantine, her allies, and the majority of her vassals, though she will sacrifice a few of them if it meant protecting most of them. Eponine has a soft spot for Fantine. Eponine worries that soon, she will lose her ability to love her sister due to the negative side effects of her wish. Bio: Eponine was born in a slum of North Africans in the outskirts of Aurora. She lived with her father, mother, and two younger siblings: fraternal twins, a boy and a girl. Due to their destitute living conditions, the community became disgruntled with the ruling magical girls. Eponine grew up hating magical girls for not protecting and providing for her town. When a group of militants came to 'liberate' them from magical girls, the militants were welcomed with open arms. However, their talk of 'revolution', 'liberation', and 'equality' was empty; they were little more than bandits expanding their territory and winning support by throwing around high-minded ideals. Life under this militant group was worse than the neglect they faced when under magical girl rule. When the North African community decided that they had had enough, they revolted and failed miserably. The militants suppressed the revolt swiftly and Eponine saw both her father and mother brutally physically and sexually assaulted by the militants. Then she became their next victim. At this point she was already broken, and she simply let it happen, but when she saw others reach for her sister and brother, she snapped, and an incubator appeared before her. When she became a magical girl for the first time, it was a night of blood as Eponine cleansed the slum of the militants. In the aftermath, her brother had died from injuries he had sustained while he was being raped, while her sister, Fantine, survived. Seeing Eponine as their saviour from oppression, the community changed their minds about magical girls. Eponine sought out the magical girl that governed over her region, Maria Goethe, and swore fealty to her, aligning herself and her community to Aurora. Now she rules over and protects the slum, which has become her fief, her territory which is part of Maria's larger domain. She keeps Fantine safe in Maria's HQ. Allegiance: Aurora City Authority, Maria Goethe Skills: Very few, maybe a proficiency with polearms having swung her warhammer around enough times. She has the tactics of a juggernaut. Weapons: None Other: Eponine's diet has gotten increasingly spicy as her sense of taste has deteriorated to the point that she can barely taste anything anymore. She also sometimes bites her own tongue and inside of her cheek when she is speaking quickly, so she often bleeds from the mouth. She calls her force-field the Zone of Absolute Terror. Theme Song: Croatian Rhapsody - Maksim Mrvica Magical Girl Appearance: Eponine keeps her eye, hair, and skin color of course. Also, no bonnet and no katana. Wish: "I never want to be hurt again." Her wish not only granted her an impenetrable force field ability, but has significantly reduced her ability to feel pain. Because she will feel pain if those close to her are harmed, her ability includes the bonus of being able to protect others. However, she can feel her sense of touch overall deteriorating, including her sense of taste. It has also slowly affected her ability to feel emotions, as emotions are ultimately the true source of pain. This last bit worries her, since loving Fantine is the one thing she has left. Weapons: Eponine summons and wields a warhammer. She can summon more as necessary and as part of a way to extend her magic. Powers: Force Field - Eponine's force field is a thin, impenetrable layer covering her body when activated. It can be extended to her warhammer, making the weapon indestructible. She can also extend it to allies if she touches them. Keeping it on drains her magic so she lets it down when she feels she is safe. It can be further activated with 'Rejection', which sends all things touching it to go shooting off in the opposite direction. She cannot use 'Rejection' to propel herself. She can summon multiple hammers and stand them with the head on the ground and the shaft pointing up. She needs a minimum of three set out in a ring to activate a larger force field, a hemisphere of protection projected from the shafts of the hammers.</s> <\|message\|>Maria Goethe Maria came closer until she deemed she was in a respectable distance to Alexandra's office, and then made a bow as a formal greeting. She then spoke with an air of grace and humbleness: "Your Highness, I am at your service." "They have been, Your Grace. There was a disturbance caused by a rogue magical girl, but my knights had it immediately taken care of." Maria didn't enjoy truckling to Alexandra, but she played her part like the talented actor she was. She knew not to let her true intentions come to light before their time, and none of it showed in her face; she has been honing her poker face for years, and nothing would sway her at this point. She was like a shark, staying deep under the water while she stalked her floating prey, before she would finally reveal themselves to the hapless victim. But for now, Maria would submit.</s> <\|message\|>Eponine Hassane Eponine looked upwards again, hoping Violetta would join her, but her anticipation was not answered. Eponine noted the slight damage her thrown hammers had done, which was somewhat expected. She swatted away two incoming icicles with her hammer, and activated her shield to defend from the rest. Eponine decided she needed to gain some height and started running along the ice columns interspersed within the sphere. She moved with more confidence and recklessness, since a mistake would only drop her to the bottom of the ball, instead of plummeting into the sky eternally. She also couldn't afford to be as slow as she was in the inverted trees or else the witch would be able to get some good hits on her, and Eponine was already feeling her soul gem darken from continued activation of her shield. As she tried to reach higher ground, Eponine tried to be smarter about avoiding the witch's icicle attacks, by hiding behind columns and dodging rather than relying too heavily on her shield. Once she was directly above the witch, she jumped down at it feet first, making her hammers longer and their heads bigger. She held her arms out horizontally, and once she was about to hit the witch, swung her hammers downward so that each hammerhead would connect at the same time her feet struck the closest thing that could resemble the witch's head. In this moment where her feet and the hammerheads impacted simultaneously, she activated her shield's rejection ability, multiplying the force of the impact. While her feet transferred force down vertically on the witch's head, the hammers, which swung in opposite arcs, dealt force horizontally, but on both sides of the witch's head, creating a three-way crushing force. Eponine bent her knees, crouching on top of the witch and surveyed the damage. If Byrea was about to retaliate, Eponine was already crouched and ready to leap off the witch at a moment's notice. If the witch was stunned, but not yet defeated, Eponine would press the offensive.</s> <\|message\|>Violetta FitzCarraldo. (Veee oh-let-ter, not Vayyy-oh-let-ter. She gets annoyed if you mispronounce it.) Nothing. Nothing there, either. Violetta paced, boots crunching against the ice, her gaze locked on the upside down horizon as her eyes scanned the thing. But all that served to do was to distract her from the snowman sneaking up on her, who managed to get close enough to sink his teeth into her arm. Unfortunately, the thing didn't seem to be bright enough to realize what happens when you puncture high-pressure canisters. She yelped as the bottom row of teeth dug into the unguarded back of her arm and dismissed the weapon. It vanished into sparkles, but the damage had been done already. The black tar-like substance burst out of where the weapon used to be, soaking into the thing's skin and making it look like it had bitten into an oil pipe. She couldn't set the snowman on fire, now. it'd take up the ball with them. Violetta took hopping steps back, reforming the flamethrower around her left hand. She scrabbled at the leathery belt buckles holding it in place, and finally managed to detach it from her hand, and grabbed the iron tube with both hand. She swung. A head-sized snowball landed some two feet away and rolled, leaving the ice and snow smeared with black. Not, admittedly the best melee weapon. She didn't need to do melee, she had other people to do that. Speaking of, where were they? She'd been in here long enough, what was taking the Valkyries so long?</s> <\|message\|>Alexandra Hertz Alexandra nodded as the report was given, returning Maria's look with a pleasant smile, as befitted those in the role of master over sometimes less than cooperative servants. But she knew how to play the game, and she would not stoop to unnecessary cruelty. Better to keep up an agreeable face. Perhaps they were sharks circling each other, but to any outside observer it would not seem that way. "Well, I am glad to hear that," she said once Maria had finished, indicating her approval as she relaxed a bit in her seat, shifting ever so slightly as she watched the wheelchair bound girl. "We can't have rogues running around inside Aurora, stealing Grief Seeds from the territory of Magical Girls just trying to live as best they can." It was better for all of them, since it lent the city more towards peace and stability, her preference on the whole. She tilted her head then, ever so slightly as her gaze narrowed almost imperceptibly. The game, to play your cards close and give away wheat you did and didn't know. Alexandra had her own informants, though she chose to leave things undisturbed, at least for the moment. "Is there anything else of note that you would like to report to me," she asked calmly, waiting to see what answer she would get. --- Algorithm Byrea continued their fight, crying aloud as icicles rained in scattered patterns, shattering against the ice as Eponine moved and dodged, heaving towards the Witch as it flew amongst the ice passageways inside it's sphere. At least there were no Familiars inside at the moment, which made things easier for her as she fought the Witch solo. At least she had the skill to combat this, besides the fact that the Witch didn't make things easy for her. But she managed to get in range and attack, blowing landing like thunder as she slammed the witch from three separate angles. It screeched and crumpled under the concurrent blows, the black ichor of it's blood spraying out as it practically collapsed. Ice shattered in loud noises as the battered Witch slammed through pathways and bridges, proving a distraction for Eponine but one that could be overcome. Byrea herself seemed to be momentarily stunned, weakened by the hit as she came to a rest against crisscrossing bridges. If the magical girl was going to push the offensive, now would be the time. --- book of bad juju@TrixyTrix The Familiar didn't react as it was sprayed by the black tar that fueled Violetta's flamethrower. While they had some level of intelligence, all the Familiar knew was that it was hurting it's opponent, and didn't really care beyond that point. Perhaps to it's detriment, but it did deprive Violetta of a useful weapon in this fight. That did little to prevent VIoletta from bludgeoning it to death, very successfully at that. But it still left the problem of the other approaching Familiars, especially with her unable to cut loose with her flamethrower to wipe them out in wide swathes. It seemed the time to fight would be quite long at that. Fortunately, her angry mutterings were soon answered as a telepathic message reached her ear. Sorry we took so long boss. This place is killer without good agility. Be with you in a few. Well, that would be one less thing to worry about, once they had finally gotten here. Then again, it probably would have been faster without kicking the proverbial hornet's nest ahead of time. By the same tioken, they might stumble upon the other magical girl hiding within the barrier if she wasn't careful.</s> <\|message\|>Maria Goethe "Indeed I have, Your Majesty," Maria answered. "I was visited by Kyubey, you see. He wove a story about unsavory behavior going down at the industrial sector; magical experiments and whatnot. Why he chose to tell me and not Dora is beyond my comprehension. Nonetheless, I believe this is a matter that shouldn't be ignored, as questionable as the source may be."</s>	<\|message\|>Eponine Hassane Eponine's prior attack had caused her to kick off of Byrea, sending herself into the air as the witch fell backwards, crashing through ice pillars. To stop herself, Eponine reached out a hammer and used the spiked end to hook onto an approaching ice bridge. After she managed to get on top of the bridge and regain her footing, she looked at the area directly above the stunned witch, noticing several unbroken ice bridges. Eponine summoned another hammer and started spinning in place again. Once she had gained enough momentum, she threw one hammer at one end of one ice bridge, and the other hammer at the end of the other ice bridge, shattering the segments where they impacted in an explosion of ice and mist. Without both sides being supported, the bridges began to fall, their opposite ends snapping as they swung downwards. Eponine watched as the two massive ice structures cascaded down in a thundering flurry, hoping that they would crush the witch and end his fight. Would it be enough?</s>
<\|description\|>Eponine Hassane Sexual Abuse Trigger Warning Age: 14 Gender: Female Appearance: "I am unbreakable, I am unyielding, I am impenetrable." Personality: Eponine comes off as robotic to most. She values order above all else and believes that to achieve order, the ends justify the means. Her form of altruism is the cold, calculated utilitarianism that the incubators also happen to follow, that the good of the few can be easily sacrificed for the good of the many. She is for the most part, obedient and unquestioning of her orders and tries to the best of her ability to fulfill her missions to the letter. She cannot tolerate insubordination or rebellion, unless it promises an even better organization, an even tighter grip on chaos and human free will. She has a strong desire to protect her sister Fantine, her allies, and the majority of her vassals, though she will sacrifice a few of them if it meant protecting most of them. Eponine has a soft spot for Fantine. Eponine worries that soon, she will lose her ability to love her sister due to the negative side effects of her wish. Bio: Eponine was born in a slum of North Africans in the outskirts of Aurora. She lived with her father, mother, and two younger siblings: fraternal twins, a boy and a girl. Due to their destitute living conditions, the community became disgruntled with the ruling magical girls. Eponine grew up hating magical girls for not protecting and providing for her town. When a group of militants came to 'liberate' them from magical girls, the militants were welcomed with open arms. However, their talk of 'revolution', 'liberation', and 'equality' was empty; they were little more than bandits expanding their territory and winning support by throwing around high-minded ideals. Life under this militant group was worse than the neglect they faced when under magical girl rule. When the North African community decided that they had had enough, they revolted and failed miserably. The militants suppressed the revolt swiftly and Eponine saw both her father and mother brutally physically and sexually assaulted by the militants. Then she became their next victim. At this point she was already broken, and she simply let it happen, but when she saw others reach for her sister and brother, she snapped, and an incubator appeared before her. When she became a magical girl for the first time, it was a night of blood as Eponine cleansed the slum of the militants. In the aftermath, her brother had died from injuries he had sustained while he was being raped, while her sister, Fantine, survived. Seeing Eponine as their saviour from oppression, the community changed their minds about magical girls. Eponine sought out the magical girl that governed over her region, Maria Goethe, and swore fealty to her, aligning herself and her community to Aurora. Now she rules over and protects the slum, which has become her fief, her territory which is part of Maria's larger domain. She keeps Fantine safe in Maria's HQ. Allegiance: Aurora City Authority, Maria Goethe Skills: Very few, maybe a proficiency with polearms having swung her warhammer around enough times. She has the tactics of a juggernaut. Weapons: None Other: Eponine's diet has gotten increasingly spicy as her sense of taste has deteriorated to the point that she can barely taste anything anymore. She also sometimes bites her own tongue and inside of her cheek when she is speaking quickly, so she often bleeds from the mouth. She calls her force-field the Zone of Absolute Terror. Theme Song: Croatian Rhapsody - Maksim Mrvica Magical Girl Appearance: Eponine keeps her eye, hair, and skin color of course. Also, no bonnet and no katana. Wish: "I never want to be hurt again." Her wish not only granted her an impenetrable force field ability, but has significantly reduced her ability to feel pain. Because she will feel pain if those close to her are harmed, her ability includes the bonus of being able to protect others. However, she can feel her sense of touch overall deteriorating, including her sense of taste. It has also slowly affected her ability to feel emotions, as emotions are ultimately the true source of pain. This last bit worries her, since loving Fantine is the one thing she has left. Weapons: Eponine summons and wields a warhammer. She can summon more as necessary and as part of a way to extend her magic. Powers: Force Field - Eponine's force field is a thin, impenetrable layer covering her body when activated. It can be extended to her warhammer, making the weapon indestructible. She can also extend it to allies if she touches them. Keeping it on drains her magic so she lets it down when she feels she is safe. It can be further activated with 'Rejection', which sends all things touching it to go shooting off in the opposite direction. She cannot use 'Rejection' to propel herself. She can summon multiple hammers and stand them with the head on the ground and the shaft pointing up. She needs a minimum of three set out in a ring to activate a larger force field, a hemisphere of protection projected from the shafts of the hammers.</s> <\|message\|>Violetta FitzCarraldo. (Veee oh-let-ter, not Vayyy-oh-let-ter. She gets annoyed if you mispronounce it.) Violetta winced and looked around her as the voices filled her head. Nobody around her. So it must've been telepathy. That meant a kyuubey was in there with them. Kyuubeis couldn't lie, they were famous for it. So that meant that voice she'd heard just now was really Angela, one of the Vslkyries. Reinforcements had arrived. And in the nick of time, too. "Angela?" she said aloud. It saved time for her rather then trying to stay silent. "Remind me again who's with you right now?" "Erica and Natale, ma'am. And the Kyuubey. " Both decent support. Erica had a slight rebellious streak, but a certain deviousness in killing. Her whole gimmick was chains, with a sweeping set of them for weapons as well as a sweeping chainmail dress. Natalie was slightly dopey and had a real problem with reaction time, but seemed to be happy to hack anything and anyone to pieces with her pickaxes. Two of her finest. If she, Violetta was the kind of person to use royal guards, they'd be her right-handsmaidens. She liked putting them in groups with the newest recruits, like she was with Angela and- "Wait, wait. What happened to... what's her name, the short one, with the snowboard and the shield? " "Hilda? Erica sent her back to base to keep down the fort. Why, was that wrong?" "No, just keeping count. Anyway, Angela, there's a factory in the forest if you look around. With a whole lot of scorchmarks around it." "We found that already." "Great! Angela, stay over there and keep the Kyuubey with you. We've already found the witch." "We, ma'am?" "Yeah, me and the robot." "Eponine?" "Bang on the money. Oh, and there's a third girl in here too. Some little spit with revolutionary leanings. Kill her if you find her." "Understood, Ma'am." Even across the alien's telepathy, she heard the little smirk in that last line. Angela was a pretty new girl with a bit of a chip on her shoulder about her pudgy figure squeezed into a rather revealing neoprene suit, but could chop familliars with her oversized scimitars with the best of them. If only she'd learn to conquer her wierd fear about buildings and heights and she'd be perfectly useful. Violetta idly swatted a snowman and kept on ordering her women around. "Erica?" She said. "Listenin'. " "Get here as quickly as you can. We need the re-enforcements. Just follow the smoke trail. I'd light a beacon, but there's... pressing matters." "Entendu." "Vi out." Violetta swung her flamethrower at a few more snowmen. Well, that went about as well as could be expected. Almost every side in this had been listening in to that conversation. There was no reason the Kyuubei would've blocked off communication from the robot and the traitor. You had to watch every word you thought, in case someone reported back to somebody important. Nothing she'd thought could be used to frame her.</s> <\|message\|>Alexandra Hertz An eyebrow rose in curious attention as Alexandra listened to Maria describe what had happened between her and Kyubey. She knew he was enigmatic, working in his own ways, yet the creature wouldn't lie. Mislead, perhaps, but he would never outright tell a falsehood. If he did then she supposed he would lose all credibility once it got out. And that couldn't do, if it was his job to contract new girls and keep the Witches suppressed. "I see," she replied once Maria had finished. "Thank you for bringing it to my attention. I will bring it up with Dora, so you don't have to worry about it any more." She was grateful at least, though whether Maria would choose to let the matter lie was only for her to say. With that, the meeting seemed to wrap to a close. "Well, if that is all then I believe we are done here. Caroline will escort you out." The other magical girl emerged from the corner once more, ready to lead Maria from the building, while at the same time making sure she didn't do anything inside that Alexandra might not approve of. It seemed the game turned once more. --- Algorithm The hammers went flying as Eponine attacked once more, and they did their work beautifully, smashing right through the ice with the force of their impact and sending the bridge tumbling down upon the Witch that was beneath them. Eponine could be confident in her accuracy, if nothing else, which would be of comfort to herself as well as her liege lord. The Witch recovered as the bridge came down, and as a result of that Eponine would be disappointed to find that Byrea had only been clipped, rather than squashed entirely. That still earned sprays of the black ichor that served as her blood, but it would not prove a finishing blow as the bridge rebuilt itself, albeit in a different manner than it had been before. And she would find a fusillade of ice headed towards her once more. Then, as if things weren't hard enough, the battlefield itself began to shift, pillars cracking and falling as if they intended to crush her, just like she had tried to crush Byrea beneath them. And though they rebuilt afterwards in different orientations and position to keep the sphere from collapsing, it just made things that much harder. --- book of bad juju As surprising as Violetta might find it when her group arrived, there wasn't actually a Kyubey amongst them, since already contracted magical girls didn't need one of the white creatures to communicate with each other, only with potential contractees. Or possibly he had vanished before they arrived, wary of being shot, stabbed, or otherwise harmed. Whichever reason, it didn't really matter in the end as her reinforcements soon arrived. The help would be welcome as the Familiars kept coming, with the sound of combat below and the ice Violetta was standing on cracking before reforming, as a result of her efforts to keep from plunging into the sphere where the fighting was currently going on. But with the reinforcements, that wouldn't be too difficult to manage. All it would be was a matter of handling that, and then the Witch, and they could all go home.</s> <\|message\|>Maria Goethe Maria bowed deeply. "Thank you, Your Grace. By your leave, I shall resume attending to my duties." She then followed Caroline outside, and had her convoy leave the premises. While she was wary of the ill deeds done in Dora's domain, she realized the value that it posed to her: the incident would be a fine distraction for Alexandra, and even if she wouldn't have anything done with it, the mere knowledge of its existence is sure to drive her thoughts adrift and leave her vulnerable. If there was ever a time to bring the years of her kneeling and groveling to fruition, it was now. She returned back to her elegant home, and once inside, immediately went to the basement. She brought her phone up, sent a text message to a certain number, and then called it. Maria was clear with her every word, and none of her positive disposition was in it. A certain chaotic magical girl would receive these words: "I sent you a list of targets, along with addresses. The first is the administrative building in the business sector, followed by the ships in the harbor. You know what to do." She ended her call, and had her phone snap back shut. She giggled a bit at first, followed by her laughing madly. This was the beginning of the end.</s>	<\|message\|>Eponine Hassane Eponine was sorely disappointed that the collapsing ice did not hit Byrea head on; still, a hit was a hit. Again, she had to dodge the witch's ice attacks, activating her shield every time she knew she would not be able to dodge an icicle. Eponine noticed her soul gem getting awfully dark, so at this point she had to make a gambit: keep fighting at this pace, risking the witch outlasting her and becoming a witch herself, or use the last of her magic save a tiny fraction in a powerful burst with the hope of ending this fight once and for all? As Byrea began collapsing the ice in an effort to crush Eponine as Eponine had tried to do to the witch, Eponine decided upon the latter. Summoning eight hammers, she placed them, head on the ground with the shaft pointing up, in an octagonal circle around herself, activating her hemispherical area force field. She looked up and activated 'reject' so that every object that touched the field would be sent flying away in the opposite direction and at the same speed that it impacted, which would make the inside of the ice sphere something like a cross between a grenade and a pinball machine. The world above her became a white and blue cacophony of clashing ice shards, bouncing pillars and bridges pulverizing into snow. Eponine's breathing became labored and a sickening sensation crawled through her, which she assumed was magical in nature as she normally couldn't feel such discomfort, or perhaps it was just that painful that she could actually feel it this time. She held out for as long as she could while the violent crashing continued but started to die down as the larger chunks had mostly broken into smaller pieces. When just a sliver of her magic remained, when just a tiny part of her soul gem remained unblemished, Eponine deactivated her shield and, in fact, left her magical girl form completely, returning to the clothes she was wearing before she set out on this mission and quickly crouched down and covered her head with her hands, getting into a duck-and-cover position in preparation for what remained of the ice to come crashing down on her, resigned to let whatever would happen happen, hoping beyond hope that the witch had died.</s>
<\|description\|>Kolya Lukoshenko Age 27 Gender Male Appearance Personality Focused, methodical and ruthless, Kolya is a consummate hunter and excellent problem solver when working. He takes great care of his subordinates, no matter who they are, acting as something of an older brother to his troops. When off duty he is markedly different, with a perpetually relaxed smile and an easy-going sense of humour. One of Kolya's favourite past times is having a couple of (dozen) drinks with Alexandra's other minions. Bio Since the collapse of the old world order, there hasn't been much travel among normal humans. Between regular patrols from the magical girl city states, opportunistic banditry and the constant battles between low ranking magi, the neutral zones between cities make for a dangerous road. And yet communities can still be found amid the lawlessness, hardy folk who can protect themselves. Far to the northeast of Germany is one such settlement, founded by the breakaway crew of a old Russian warship. Nova Prussiya is a hard place, with little arable land or decent fishing zones. Much of its livelihood comes from various successful bandits and mercenaries, often former Russian soldiers and sailors; with a large cache of modern military hardware and the technology to produce more, many Nova Prussiyans have made a name for themselves as Witch hunters. A select few have gone even further, hunting the magical girls that have caused so much grief for the world. Kolya Lukoshenko was once one of these men. A former Russian naval infantryman, Lukoshenko was an accomplished hunter when decided to leave his home and strike out deep into the German interior. Spurred on by rumours of human resistance factions, he intended to hire himself out as a fighter; indeed, with a total of three magical girl kills to his name, Lukoshenko was one of the best. Armed with the tools and knowledge of a professional hunter, he entered the city of Aurora as a hitman. Working underground for several years, Kolya's impressions slowly began to change; the people he fought for were weak, cowardly and his enemies strong. More often than not he found himself paying his respects to his magical foes even as he finished them, saddened by what he must do for humanity's sake. After years of murdering teenage girls in the name of so-called freedom, perhaps it was inevitable that he would crack. On the day of his eleventh kill, Lukoshenko had an encounter that would change his life forever. The eleventh was a pretty little thing, barely into her teens; by this point, every kill he made sent Kolya to the bottom of a bottle, but this one weighed more heavily on his mind than any other. She had been very young and confused... and she had begged for her life at the end. It hadn't mattered to his employers of course; they had issued the bounty with their usual glee, no doubt cheering over the death of another little tyrant. What Kolya hadn't known was that the girl had not been on her own. He only found out after the fact but the girl's partner soon fell into despair, creating an especially violent Witch within the heart of the city slums. Many died in the ensuing violence, innocent and otherwise. Having taken it upon himself to atone for his actions, Kolya set out to destroy the beast and restore order, only to find himself preempted by a magical girl; unlike every magi he had met so far, this one had tried to protect the innocent slum-dwellers, more than could be said for his erstwhile employers... The things she said, the conviction and compassion in her voice were enough to sway his already conflicted loyalties. They parted ways peacefully and although it would be several months before they met again, he was now bound to the fate and will of Alexandra Hertz. Once Alexandra completed her coup and solidified control over Aurora, Kolya quickly came out of hiding to swear loyalty to her. He now serves as Alexandra's closest non-magical aid and a senior commander in her human army. His military training and experience hunting prey both magical and mundane make him an excellent attack dog for the Aurora City Authority regime. Allegiance Aurora City Authority, but loyal to Alexandra Hertz Skills As a former soldier, Kolya is proficient with various modern weapons and combat tactics. His time as a hunter and mercenary, as well as the specialist equipment he uses gives him an edge when fighting Magical Girls; he is one of a very few who can stand toe to toe with a magical opponent. Outside of combat, he is also an excellent information gatherer and organiser, with a network of informants that stretches across the city. Kolya is also a rather good cook, specialising in sweets and patisserie. Weapons RG-6 Grenade Launcher. Instead of firing explosive grenades, Kolya uses specially designed incendiary buckshot rounds in his RG-6, essentially turning it into a massive flaming shotgun, ideal for fighting both Magical Girls and Witches. Kolya maintains a good stockpile of different weapons, switching them out as the situation demands. Sometimes he will use an assault rifle, other times a sniper rifle; he also had a large amount of explosives stashed away, just in case. Other While most of his subordinates are badly trained militia, Kolya does have a handful of hunters from Nova Prussiya on his payroll. These men and women are ruthlessly efficient and can handle Magical Girls far better than the average grunt.</s> <\|message\|>Alexandra Hertz Kyubey shook his head, ringed ears somehow defying gravity and momentum to move without swaying. I have no need of material sustenance, unlike your species, he replied from his bookshelf. Doubtlessly she had expected such an answer though so it didn't really matter in the end. If he seemed annoyed by her mimicry, Kyubey didn't show it as he provided a following answer. You would consider it as such.He paused, padding over to the end of the bookshelf before. Someone is toying with powers they don't understand, putting the entire system as it stands in jeopardy. Naturally, allowing it to proceed would not be in your best interest. If it was a concern for Kyubey, then it would probably be an issue for her as well. Assuming that he was being completely frank anyway.</s> <\|message\|>Maria Goethe "Okay then, I'll just have these for myself then," Maria said cheerfully as she threw one up in the air and caught it with her mouth. It would have actually been amusing if he accepted. Oh, now this is what I wanted to hear: ominous portents from a white rodent, probably trying to lead me on a goose chase. Still, coming from him, it does sound serious. Maybe I shouldn't outright dismiss it. Let's test the waters. "Oh my!" Maria placed her hands over her cheeks in a dramatic manner. "Is Aurora City in danger? What could I possibly do, Kyubey?"</s> <\|message\|>Chloe Hartmann Chloe shrugged noncommitally. "Don't worry about things you can't control, man. Stress is a good way to cut your lifespan short. Nowadays more than ever. Well, for humans anyway." She didn't miss the looks she had been given. Rather, she had been expecting (and had, in the past, received) far worse. Oscar's distrust wasn't totally unfounded either. "As for my plans? You've gotta be kidding me. It's real simple. If they follow me here, I'll beat them until they never come back. I don't care if the whole damned city falls down around this building. If I'm here, these walls will stay standing... But I won't stay here for long. Hiding's never done me any good." Thinking about it for a moment, she decided on a course of action. Which is to say, she picked a whim from the ether. "In fact... You can go ahead and talk to the higher ups. If ever you fellas had any plans of world domination, any buns in the oven just waiting for the bread to rise, now might just be your time. I think I'm done waiting around. You lot can join me, take advantage of me, use me, or just sit there and watch me die for all I care. Like you said, you didn't survive this long on blind faith. I've got faith that the Compact will do whatever's best for the Compact. So I hope great things will come of this. But I think the time for a good hearty offensive is coming real soon. We'll just have to see." Her little speech concluded, Chloe stepped down on her wounded leg a few times, testing different weights, before nodding, satisfied. "It's not perfect, but it'll do. Thanks Doc. Here's to seeing you alive on the other side. I'm out!" Tossing her headphones on again, she peered out a crack in the door to make sure she wasn't being followed, gave a thumbs-up to the people behind her, and darted out the door, closing it softly behind her. They would prefer she left no trace, probably, so she did her best to hide her presence until she was a little further away. After reaching a safe enough distance, Chloe breathed a sigh of relief. She was back on the streets, and away from the judgmental stares. For now, that would have to be good enough. And if she ran into anybody else, well, hopefully nobody wanted to shoot her.</s> <\|message\|>Alexandra Hertz Indeed, it was not the most amazing plan, but given what they were trying to do it would most likely suffice. It might take some time, but if the girl they were looking for couldn't escape, then it would eventually succeed. Excluding, again, illusion magic. "Got it," Adrian replied as they moved away from the checkpoint. Sure, he knew that they wanted to talk, but nonetheless he was still on alert. More in case said girl wasn't willing to talk when they asked. He much enjoyed being in one piece, and wanted to keep doing so for as long as he could. And on they went. The trail of blood was scattered, but it provided the beginnings of a lead and a general direction. It became harder to track once she had dropped off the roof and into the inner city streets, but then it was easier to find people who had seen her. It was a promising start, when they had the time to spend, and Eponine could be grateful that so many people were willing to help out based on her status. --- While emotions were beyond him, Kyubey was cognizant enough to recognize the melodramatic overacting directed his way, though it wasn't unsurprising. With the prevalence of magical girls, it was a reaction he got often from them, when it wasn't disdain or happiness. Honestly, humans could be so unpredictable. At the very least, they still needed him to deal with Grief Seeds, which ensured he would always be around. One could say that, he replied. If it is replicated, it will most likely be a threat to the world in general. It would make more sense to prevent it before it can happen in the first place. You merely need to find those responsible and stop what they are planning before they can finish what they are trying to do --- "Alright," Oscar replied, tone laced with a healthy bit of skepticism. She might have all the bravado in the world, but he was a bit less confident that she could stand up to every other magical girl in the city if they came after her. Ideally she wouldn't attract that much attention anyway, but given the way she was talking it wasn't impossible, at least form his point of view. "Good luck," he said as she departed, before muttering under his breath. "And good riddance." She might have heard as she left, but it didn't seem to make a difference. Chloe was able to make it away from the safehouse without drawing notice, before she emerged onto the city streets, to wander and do as she wished. It only remained to be seen whether she would slip past the patrol searching for her, or if there would be a confrontation. Indeed, she and the group would be drawing nearer even now, though it would be hard for her to not notice the approach of another magical girl, and avoid her if she so wished.</s> <\|message\|>Maria Goethe "Okay. But I don't know where to start looking," she said, and tightened her lips to make a goofy expression. "This is a big city, and I could get lost if I search everywhere." I figured that much on my own. If you're not going to cough up any more info on this 'impending doom' I'm going to stuff it in my 'Don't Care' folder, along with your gutted carcass.</s>	<\|message\|>Kolya Lukoshenko Far away from the glamour of the inner city, a disobedient lordling was being punished. Despite being one of the few normal humans to be granted his own land, Mayor Geier's estates were in arrears on their rent; without a magical girl to harvest Grief Seeds, the town instead produced smelted iron for the city's reconstruction work and was therefore vital to the continued viability of the Aurora City Authority. Unfortunately for the good Mayor, this meant that any late deliveries would not be looked upon kindly. '... and so by the decree of Her Ladyship Alexandra Hertz, Lord of Aurora and associated territories, I hereby sentence you to ten years hard labour.' The poor man begged for clemency as a pair of burly militiamen dragged him away, eliciting a tired sigh from his judge. Chasing up taxes wasn't his usual area of expertise and it dragged him down. 'The next mayor will be chosen by the City Authority; in the meantime, a magical girl will be dispatched to the area to oversee production. Obey her. Dismissed.' He left his speech short as he stared out over the massed population of the town, finding the glum mood somewhat to his satisfaction. These people were little more than serfs, tied to the land and foundries; a low ranked magi would have little trouble keeping them in line and might even snag herself the odd Witch. For him though, the morning's work was done. Calling up his handful of troops, the officer began the long journey back to the city. --- It always amazed Kolya how varied the city was. One could walk for half an hour in either direction and pass though modern parks, into rotting slums and then elegant high-rise flats. Aurora was a true metropolis, if a small one. Leaving his guards outside, he entered Hertz' private building, a particularly massive skyscraper in the centre of the city. If nothing else, she had a good eye for décor. Kolya ignored the stylish architecture and such, preferring instead to see to building for what it was; a statement of power, proof of exactly who ruled this city. In days past, the former administration had preferred a more subtle centre of operations, but he appreciated the need to grandstand in the face of constant encroachment from rival magi, not to mention the ever-present threat posed by traditional nation-states. Before long he arrived at his mistresses' door and gave a sharp rap on the woodwork. 'My Lady, Lukoshenko with the taxation and border reports.' He wasn't sure if she was aware of the change in management at the former Mayor's estates, but he also had other issues that required her attention.</s>
<\|description\|>Kolya Lukoshenko Age 27 Gender Male Appearance Personality Focused, methodical and ruthless, Kolya is a consummate hunter and excellent problem solver when working. He takes great care of his subordinates, no matter who they are, acting as something of an older brother to his troops. When off duty he is markedly different, with a perpetually relaxed smile and an easy-going sense of humour. One of Kolya's favourite past times is having a couple of (dozen) drinks with Alexandra's other minions. Bio Since the collapse of the old world order, there hasn't been much travel among normal humans. Between regular patrols from the magical girl city states, opportunistic banditry and the constant battles between low ranking magi, the neutral zones between cities make for a dangerous road. And yet communities can still be found amid the lawlessness, hardy folk who can protect themselves. Far to the northeast of Germany is one such settlement, founded by the breakaway crew of a old Russian warship. Nova Prussiya is a hard place, with little arable land or decent fishing zones. Much of its livelihood comes from various successful bandits and mercenaries, often former Russian soldiers and sailors; with a large cache of modern military hardware and the technology to produce more, many Nova Prussiyans have made a name for themselves as Witch hunters. A select few have gone even further, hunting the magical girls that have caused so much grief for the world. Kolya Lukoshenko was once one of these men. A former Russian naval infantryman, Lukoshenko was an accomplished hunter when decided to leave his home and strike out deep into the German interior. Spurred on by rumours of human resistance factions, he intended to hire himself out as a fighter; indeed, with a total of three magical girl kills to his name, Lukoshenko was one of the best. Armed with the tools and knowledge of a professional hunter, he entered the city of Aurora as a hitman. Working underground for several years, Kolya's impressions slowly began to change; the people he fought for were weak, cowardly and his enemies strong. More often than not he found himself paying his respects to his magical foes even as he finished them, saddened by what he must do for humanity's sake. After years of murdering teenage girls in the name of so-called freedom, perhaps it was inevitable that he would crack. On the day of his eleventh kill, Lukoshenko had an encounter that would change his life forever. The eleventh was a pretty little thing, barely into her teens; by this point, every kill he made sent Kolya to the bottom of a bottle, but this one weighed more heavily on his mind than any other. She had been very young and confused... and she had begged for her life at the end. It hadn't mattered to his employers of course; they had issued the bounty with their usual glee, no doubt cheering over the death of another little tyrant. What Kolya hadn't known was that the girl had not been on her own. He only found out after the fact but the girl's partner soon fell into despair, creating an especially violent Witch within the heart of the city slums. Many died in the ensuing violence, innocent and otherwise. Having taken it upon himself to atone for his actions, Kolya set out to destroy the beast and restore order, only to find himself preempted by a magical girl; unlike every magi he had met so far, this one had tried to protect the innocent slum-dwellers, more than could be said for his erstwhile employers... The things she said, the conviction and compassion in her voice were enough to sway his already conflicted loyalties. They parted ways peacefully and although it would be several months before they met again, he was now bound to the fate and will of Alexandra Hertz. Once Alexandra completed her coup and solidified control over Aurora, Kolya quickly came out of hiding to swear loyalty to her. He now serves as Alexandra's closest non-magical aid and a senior commander in her human army. His military training and experience hunting prey both magical and mundane make him an excellent attack dog for the Aurora City Authority regime. Allegiance Aurora City Authority, but loyal to Alexandra Hertz Skills As a former soldier, Kolya is proficient with various modern weapons and combat tactics. His time as a hunter and mercenary, as well as the specialist equipment he uses gives him an edge when fighting Magical Girls; he is one of a very few who can stand toe to toe with a magical opponent. Outside of combat, he is also an excellent information gatherer and organiser, with a network of informants that stretches across the city. Kolya is also a rather good cook, specialising in sweets and patisserie. Weapons RG-6 Grenade Launcher. Instead of firing explosive grenades, Kolya uses specially designed incendiary buckshot rounds in his RG-6, essentially turning it into a massive flaming shotgun, ideal for fighting both Magical Girls and Witches. Kolya maintains a good stockpile of different weapons, switching them out as the situation demands. Sometimes he will use an assault rifle, other times a sniper rifle; he also had a large amount of explosives stashed away, just in case. Other While most of his subordinates are badly trained militia, Kolya does have a handful of hunters from Nova Prussiya on his payroll. These men and women are ruthlessly efficient and can handle Magical Girls far better than the average grunt.</s> <\|message\|>Alexandra Hertz It was obvious that Kyubey would have grinned had he been able to do so, or had he felt the sort of emotion that prompted that sort of action. He had chosen her for a reason after all, just like there was a reason behind everything that the Incubators did. Maria would just have to figure out what it was along the way. Kyubey hopped down off the bookshelf, sitting in front of the wheelchair as he watched her with unblinking eyes. It seems to be a magical girl, he said at last, providing some information. Normal humans would find it incredibly difficult to do what they appear to be trying to do. If a Noble is involved though, it is only indirectly, given that you yourself have no knowledge of any illicit magical research. Another seeming mental shrug then. I would provide more help, but they have done quite a bit to hide their activities from our attention. They had just been fortune that the impact of the ongoing experiments, whatever they were trying to do, had been easier to pick up. But it still left no clue as to who was doing it, much less what they were trying to do. --- Lukoshenko's arrival wasn't entirely a surprise beyond the exact time of his arrival, when he did show up. Alexandra had been expecting him, since she insisted on receiving general reports so she could keep up to date on the state of her nation. She would not let herself be overthrown like she had done before, and she would not allow her nation to fall in dire straits. Aurora would be maintained as it had been, if she had any say in it. "Enter," she called, and Lukoshenko would find the door unlocked. that would permit him entrance into the tastefully decorated penthouse, not ostentatious in its display of wealth but rather subtle about it. It exuded power and an aura of strength that was made to either intimidate, or to console, depending on the intentions of the person who entered, and Alexandra was glad that she had found that particular decorator. Kolya would find Alexandra in the living room, relaxing on the couch with a glass resting nearby. Caroline stood in the corner watching him, though there was less suspicion than had he been someone who hadn't proven his loyalty. She was not a permanent fixture at these meetings by far, but it appeared she had nothing else to do at the moment. "So, how fairs our border today," she asked once he came to a rest, having earned her full attention. Relaxed though she might be, she was all business nonetheless.</s> <\|message\|>Maria Goethe "It's okay Kyubey, you don't need to worry. Leave it to magical girl Maria to save the day!" So he's going to expect me to comb the entire city for some crazy bitches messing around with their magic...as expected of him. Though Nobles aren't directly involved I'll bet my storage of grief seeds that they're secretly backed by one. Now I'll just have to check which one of them would resort to such idiocy. "Let's check the map. That is always a good idea when investigating cities," Maria said as she smiled. She opened up a map file on her computer that she has tampered with herself to show different colors and lines on different parts of the map.</s> <\|message\|>Eponine Hassane "Adrian," Eponine said, "relay to the other search teams that before speaking with the magical girl, they are to report their position." Her reason for this was so that if the team that found her was wiped out, the rest would know where it had happened. In fact, every team she killed would leave a trail potentially pointing out her next destination. Still, as they continued to follow leads, they saw no sign of her. Eponine hoped that none of the people they had spoken to had lied. If they had, she would have to flatten their neighborhood as an example for what happened to people harboring fugitives. If there was no dishonesty, then Eponine's search cordon should be tightening slowly, and they would all either eventually meet each other in the middle with the rogue having somehow managed to slip past; or the rogue would be discovered and a fight would most likely ensue. Eponine activated her magical girl form, pulling out her warhammer, ready to activate her 'field of absolute terror' at a moment's notice.</s> <\|message\|>Chloe Hartmann Chloe didn't have to be paying much attention to realize that her time was limited. The rooftops could provide a potential out when it came to people searching for her - regular humans had trouble traversing even the narrowly packed city rooftops - but when she thought about it, what was she really going to do? Run through the city giving these folks a wild goose chase? Kill everybody involved, spawning more havoc? "...Not the worst ideas in the world, and they sound kind of fun..." But no. She had told Oscar that she was finished avoiding confrontation, and that still held true. Not that she wanted to get shot again. Her mobility was already hampered by one wounded leg. She didn't relish the idea of having to walk around town doing a handstand because of bullet holes in both legs, though again, it sounded just a little fun. Chloe transformed without any particular flair, and simply stood her ground. She was far enough away from the safehouse that nothing should be traced back to the people there, so it was time to meet her maker. As the group drew closer, her suspicions were confirmed, seeing a magical girl heading their ranks. That made sense. Five humans didn't do the job, why send anything less? The girl in front of her looked a bit younger than Chloe herself, and was wielding an impressive warhammer. She had to compliment the girl on her taste in weaponry. That wasn't a tool made for fixing things. As the girl approached, Chloe held up a massive armored hand in greeting, signaling that she didn't intend to fight. At least not right away. "Hey lady. You're the hound they sent to track me down, huh? Well, I guess you did it, so good on you. Here to take me to jail, then? Or kill me, maybe?"</s>	<\|message\|>Kolya Lukoshenko Even after coming here a hundred times, Kolya was still uncomfortable in her Ladyship's private rooms. Not only was the carefully designed architecture doing its job, but the idea of invading a young woman's room just didn't sit right. Pushing the misgivings away, he strode in with an air of respect and hopefully competence. 'Good morning, my Lady.', he began, bowing his head slightly before diving right into his report. 'I have three items of interest. First off, a town in the south requires a new governor after the old administration failed to keep up with taxation. I recommend a magi be sent to oversee the area in the meantime.' Riffling though a handful of paperwork, he produced and handed over a set of forms detailing the fate of Mayor Geier, along with a list of suitable replacements. 'There was also a disturbance reported at a border post of Lady Goethe's lands, but I have it on good authority that the situation has been dealt with. More pressingly for the city, I have evidence of a build-up of UN forces to the south.' Even after the collapse of the traditional nation-state system, the UN continued to exert its authority over the remaining member states. Their activities in central Europe were limited, but a persistent thorn in Aurora's side. 'No evidence of why or what they might be doing, but I would recommend a punitive strike. My men are not capable of holding off trained soldiers, but a handful of magi could easily break their lines... My Lady.', he added, as always striving a bit too hard to remain polite.</s>
<\|description\|>Kolya Lukoshenko Age 27 Gender Male Appearance Personality Focused, methodical and ruthless, Kolya is a consummate hunter and excellent problem solver when working. He takes great care of his subordinates, no matter who they are, acting as something of an older brother to his troops. When off duty he is markedly different, with a perpetually relaxed smile and an easy-going sense of humour. One of Kolya's favourite past times is having a couple of (dozen) drinks with Alexandra's other minions. Bio Since the collapse of the old world order, there hasn't been much travel among normal humans. Between regular patrols from the magical girl city states, opportunistic banditry and the constant battles between low ranking magi, the neutral zones between cities make for a dangerous road. And yet communities can still be found amid the lawlessness, hardy folk who can protect themselves. Far to the northeast of Germany is one such settlement, founded by the breakaway crew of a old Russian warship. Nova Prussiya is a hard place, with little arable land or decent fishing zones. Much of its livelihood comes from various successful bandits and mercenaries, often former Russian soldiers and sailors; with a large cache of modern military hardware and the technology to produce more, many Nova Prussiyans have made a name for themselves as Witch hunters. A select few have gone even further, hunting the magical girls that have caused so much grief for the world. Kolya Lukoshenko was once one of these men. A former Russian naval infantryman, Lukoshenko was an accomplished hunter when decided to leave his home and strike out deep into the German interior. Spurred on by rumours of human resistance factions, he intended to hire himself out as a fighter; indeed, with a total of three magical girl kills to his name, Lukoshenko was one of the best. Armed with the tools and knowledge of a professional hunter, he entered the city of Aurora as a hitman. Working underground for several years, Kolya's impressions slowly began to change; the people he fought for were weak, cowardly and his enemies strong. More often than not he found himself paying his respects to his magical foes even as he finished them, saddened by what he must do for humanity's sake. After years of murdering teenage girls in the name of so-called freedom, perhaps it was inevitable that he would crack. On the day of his eleventh kill, Lukoshenko had an encounter that would change his life forever. The eleventh was a pretty little thing, barely into her teens; by this point, every kill he made sent Kolya to the bottom of a bottle, but this one weighed more heavily on his mind than any other. She had been very young and confused... and she had begged for her life at the end. It hadn't mattered to his employers of course; they had issued the bounty with their usual glee, no doubt cheering over the death of another little tyrant. What Kolya hadn't known was that the girl had not been on her own. He only found out after the fact but the girl's partner soon fell into despair, creating an especially violent Witch within the heart of the city slums. Many died in the ensuing violence, innocent and otherwise. Having taken it upon himself to atone for his actions, Kolya set out to destroy the beast and restore order, only to find himself preempted by a magical girl; unlike every magi he had met so far, this one had tried to protect the innocent slum-dwellers, more than could be said for his erstwhile employers... The things she said, the conviction and compassion in her voice were enough to sway his already conflicted loyalties. They parted ways peacefully and although it would be several months before they met again, he was now bound to the fate and will of Alexandra Hertz. Once Alexandra completed her coup and solidified control over Aurora, Kolya quickly came out of hiding to swear loyalty to her. He now serves as Alexandra's closest non-magical aid and a senior commander in her human army. His military training and experience hunting prey both magical and mundane make him an excellent attack dog for the Aurora City Authority regime. Allegiance Aurora City Authority, but loyal to Alexandra Hertz Skills As a former soldier, Kolya is proficient with various modern weapons and combat tactics. His time as a hunter and mercenary, as well as the specialist equipment he uses gives him an edge when fighting Magical Girls; he is one of a very few who can stand toe to toe with a magical opponent. Outside of combat, he is also an excellent information gatherer and organiser, with a network of informants that stretches across the city. Kolya is also a rather good cook, specialising in sweets and patisserie. Weapons RG-6 Grenade Launcher. Instead of firing explosive grenades, Kolya uses specially designed incendiary buckshot rounds in his RG-6, essentially turning it into a massive flaming shotgun, ideal for fighting both Magical Girls and Witches. Kolya maintains a good stockpile of different weapons, switching them out as the situation demands. Sometimes he will use an assault rifle, other times a sniper rifle; he also had a large amount of explosives stashed away, just in case. Other While most of his subordinates are badly trained militia, Kolya does have a handful of hunters from Nova Prussiya on his payroll. These men and women are ruthlessly efficient and can handle Magical Girls far better than the average grunt.</s> <\|message\|>Maria Goethe Maria giggled a bit. "Oh Eponine, she is our guest, not an enemy. I'm certain if we come into a conflict of any sort, which is ludicrous to even think of as a possibility, you will be there to protect us." "Wonderful. Fantine, if you would." Maria looked over at her maid for a moment, before returning her attention back to the rogue. This could have gone a lot less smoothly if she refused to speak. Thankfully that is not the case. Straight-forward type, huh? This makes everything a lot simpler. Maria acted surprised. "Arrested? Why would I have a maker of such beautiful art arrested? No, you have a vision that shouldn't be shackled by the ignorant. The truth is, you and I are not as different as you might think. You see, I too am an artist. My canvas is Aurora, my paintbrush it's people. But my vision is also bound, locked up tight and the key thrown away by the tyranny of Alexandra, the Queen of Aurora City." Maria took a break from talking, and sipped on her tea before continuing. "She does not care for the people under her heel, for she lives only to subjugate us, and to separate us. But unlike the other Nobles who are too afraid to stand up to her oppression, I have the will to see her fall from her tower along with her supporters. I only ask if you share that will with me, and join the fight to free Aurora from her claws."</s> <\|message\|>Eponine Hassane Fantine bowed and ran off to find a suitable container for Chloe's milk. Eponine loosened up a bit once Fantine left the room, but immediately tightened up again, even started fidgeting restlessly when Maria started talking about overthrowing the Queen. Eponine wanted to speak out, to object, to remind Maria of her loyalties and the severe punishments for treason, but a few factors prevented her from doing so. The first factor was that Eponine did not want to show weakness to Chloe, nor undermine the appearance of power that Maria had; if Chloe saw Eponine contradict Maria, Chloe might think that Maria couldn't even control her own subordinates. The second factor was that it was entirely possible that Maria was playing a ruse, trying to trick Chloe into divulging some sort of information. Still, Eponine was extremely uncomfortable, and gripped the armrests of her chair tightly, her wide eyes darting back and forth between Maria and Chloe. Despite her efforts, her nervousness showed through; such expression of emotion that she had not shown in a long time. Fantine returned shortly holding a tray with a pewter beer stein and a large glass jug of cold milk. She placed the stein in front of Chloe and poured some milk out for her, before retreating back into her waiting position behind Maria's wheelchair.</s> <\|message\|>Chloe Hartmann Chloe pondered Maria's words as carefully as she could, expressing thanks for the drink she'd been brought. "...An artist, you say? Hm. I wonder..." Maria was overestimating the significance of Chloe's random act of murder, to be sure, but her logic was still sound. And what was she saying in front of a stranger? She wanted to take down the queen of the city? Chloe's head, not quite set to spinning, wobbled and teetered dangerously off its hinges regardless. "I gotta wonder about your intentions, here, Lady. It's real nice and easy to say you want to rise up against those who oppress you, but you seem pretty comfortable here. Don't you have all these... toys, because of your position? Your devotion to the concept of 'order' and your political scheming?" Chloe took a drink to anchor her thoughts. She wasn't a philosopher, but she did believe that she was being worked right now. Still better than jail, so I'll put up with it for now. "So, say I help you take down this queen. It could be we have the same goal, if you're telling the truth. I may be stupid but I'm not a total idiot. That puts you in power, I bet. What you do at that point ain't my business and it ain't even my hobby. You can do what you want. But what's to stop me from knocking you out right afterward? That sounds like a great deal for me, like a two-for-one. But a poor deal for you. Real sad end for a budding coup, see."</s>	<\|message\|>Kolya Lukoshenko Keeping his reservations about Elysium's so-called honour to himself, Kolya bowed to his Lady. As much as he would rather see such threats put down immediately, he deferred to Lady Alexandra's superior knowledge in this department; he was no politician after all. 'I have no more to report, my Lady. With your leave, I must attend to my duties.' Well, actually he didn't have much more to do today; with the tax business dealt with and the border issues passed up the chain, Kolya's card was empty... He could always hijack a patrol to pass the time, or take some troops for training, but both were the job of his direct subordinates. He bowed again, nodding respectfully to Lady Caroline as he exited the room. Fuck it, he thought flatly. I'll just go have a drink... A quick pit stop at his flat and Kolya switched out of the pristine uniform, donning a casual shirt and jeans combination that would let him blend in with the rest of the population. He still slipped a pistol into a hidden holster, just in case. Could never be too careful, what with anarchist nutjobs and Compact agents roving the undercity... He paused for a moment at that thought, cracking a sardonic grin as he realised that for many years, he had fitted into that category. Sparking up a cigarette with an air of laziness, Kolya headed out toward the outskirts. Despite it being the morning, there were always a lot of bars and clubs open in Aurora. As one of the few fairly safe havens in modern Germany, the city had become a hub of trade and travel, with a bustling service industry cropping up to entertain travellers. Quite aside from a hundred eateries, you could go into the darker areas of the city to find pretty much anything on sale. Kolya himself had partaken more than once, even had his favourite girls in some of the more liberal establishments; Hell, it wasn't as though he had anywhere else to blow his wages. After an hour's relaxed drink and conversation in one of the more up-market bars, he headed off in the direction of a rather seedier area, tracking through some of the quieter parts of town in pursuit of adequate... distraction. A strained voice caught his ear, coming the edge of a nearby public park. Sounded like a girl, angry, upset; most likely a magi. Normally Kolya would have averted his eyes and moved on as the city's overladies generally preferred, but something else the girl said gave him pause. Damn rodent? An Incubator? The entities responsible for creating magical girls were a mystery to normal folk, half fantasy, half urban legend; he would admit to a certain curiosity. Mindful the dangers of barging in on an emotional magi, Kolya took a seat on a park bench a respectful distance away, casually smoking while watching from the corner of one eye. He didn't recognise the girl; he knew the majority of the city's nobility well enough, but there were hundreds of lower ranked and independent magi floating about. Could be anyone.</s>
<\|description\|>Violetta FitzCarraldo. (Veee oh-let-ter, not Vayyy-oh-let-ter. She gets annoyed if you mispronounce it.) As posted in the OoC. Age: 16 Gender: Girl. Appearance: Violeta is tall, blonde, with amber eyes. Personality: People who don't know Violetta very well think she's an idiot. She's loud, obnoxious, petty, and a pain to tolerate and put up with. People who know her think she's a genius. She's got a way with words, and is capable of rallying platoons and battalions of adolescent teenage girls into an almost suicidal frenzy with a few well-chosen words and her natural presence, despite her thick latin accent. Several of those in her confidance are convinced that she's the real reason why the small rural state neighbouring Aurora had lasted as long as it did, despite never being a major player in politics nor economy. She leans somewhat towards Libertarian views, believing in the freedom of everyone and anyone to do what they feel is right or moral or good in their own eyes, until it harms someone else. She's a strong believer in the idea of a nation being a union of like-minded people in order to throw their combined weight around. People close enough to see the pores in her face think she's insane. Bio: Violetta was born in what used to be Argentina, to a folk singer couple who played mostly to small art-house venues. She grew up in a decent part of the world, not entirely rich but never all that poor, either. Both her parents died after a misunderstanding with a guitar case at an airport escalated, and she contracted soon afterwards and left town, heading north. She arrived in Germany, to what might have once been called her ancestral home in the rhineland, and quickly began throwing her weight around as a military girl and a leader of women, setting up a rigorous, almost military force to defend their small rural town from witches and their ilk, foreign magical girls. Always under a quickly rotating political and economic leader, of course. Nobody trusts the fox to hand out the chickens. That little community burnt out and died after a ferocious witch attack decimated the forces under her command and in the ensuing chaos she left the town quietly and set out for the big city. From what she heard, the place collapsed not long after. Allegiance: Whoever pays more, would be her reply. She's currently under Aurora City control, as a lowly officer of what passes for law. Skills: Charisma, and a keen eye for mass encounters and strategy. Weapons: Apart from a small packet of chewables, she goes in with the clothes she's wearing. Other: Theme. Gave up smoking a while ago since it was hampering her. She's trying to take up chewing tobacco, but shops in the area are few and far between, so she's almost constantly curling her fists, unconsciously. Magical Girl Section: Magical Girl Appearance: Violeta's uniform resembles a turn-of-the-century army dress uniform, decorated with a small personal motif. Wish: To never again have to rely on anything else, to do whatever she wants to do. Weapons: The weapon she possesses is a large, bulky, almost oversized flame-thrower. Unlike the sleek refinement of most magical weapons, This resembles little more then a pipe sticking out of a scrapped molten bicycle she carries over her arm. What it lacks in looks it makes up for in sheer area denial, capable of creating walls and rivers of burning melty death with a few quick strokes. The machine consumes much in the way of both magical energy and oxygen, and can be hard to maintain for long. Powers: Control over unnatural material: Iron and steel bends at her touch, Plastic bends and cracks, Pistols jam and misfire, and edged weapons blunt. Organic matter, and items of a magical nature are completely out of her reach, but she doesn't see that as too much of a problem since they burn rather nicely. Violetta keeps her stranger powers at arms length (Not literally, the power works on contact), preferring to leave them on out of habit but has never seriously dedicated much effort in learning their finer skills.</s> <\|message\|>Alexandra Hertz Yume's voice rang out, the Witches Barrier dispelled to allow her to be heard in the surrounding area. such a display would have earned looks from passerbyers, but given the source, most people considered it wiser to leave her alone. No one wanted to anger a magical girl, especially one in a state like this. It tended to not be conducive to ones health in the grand scheme of things. It was always risky to expect an answer, since the Incubators were busy creatures and never really inclined to humor magical girls when they didn't have to, when it wasn't in line with their interests to do so. Yet she would get a response, as Kyubey emerged from nearby to find her there. Hello Yume Fubuki, he said, padding over and leaping onto a small ledge, from which he could better look at her. The answer you seek should be fairly obvious. Your friend succumbed to despair, like all magical girls will eventually. You know this. Certainly he didn't display any empathy for the pain she was now experiencing, delivering straightforward and truthful answers that would most likely not satisfy.</s> <\|message\|>Violetta FitzCarraldo. (Veee oh-let-ter, not Vayyy-oh-let-ter. She gets annoyed if you mispronounce it.) The other girl grinned, and hung up the phone. The smile was more out of relief then anything, for a moment she was shocked and blinded as the purple-haired youth vanished from her sight. But she'd just transformed, showing herself off in a flashy way. Violetta glared into her opponent's eyes, for a moment wondering who did her hair, it looked fabulous, but she stopped herself. If nothing else, this girl could be pumped for information before she either died or converted to her side. She laughed at her own joke. Vi didn't. She took two steps forward, to within operative range of the flame machine, and began talking. "I'm Violetta, if you must know. I'm here doing some gruntwork for my employer. Some stuff about a hidden lab, probably one of the humans cooking up meth. You seen any meth lab explosions around these parts?" She began, trying to keep her voice casual. She glanced at her phone, and thumbed through a set of maps for the area. According to maps that had been last updated around a year ago, there was nothing in the area except factories and sewage plants. But they would say that, wouldn't they?</s> <\|message\|>Maria Goethe Maria took a glance at Eponine. She knew she would react that way now that her intentions have become clear to her, despite her apparently emotionless status. Still, that was only a matter of time before it was resolved, since she knew exactly how to convince her. Having decided on that matter mentally, Maria focused on the rogue's response to her offer, and just like she expected, it was met with resistance. Maria's smile turned into a sad frown. "It may seem comfortable to you, but to me, it is a never-ending torment. The government is corrupted and uncaring for its citizens, and though I try my best to manage my domain, I can't stop the law enforcement that Alexandra governs. I've seen men dragged to the streets and shot, powerless to do anything despite my status. She must be stopped, lest the city falls into despair and is consumed by a horde of witches." Now this is problematic. She is too perceptive to be fooled, and judging by her response she can't be bribed either. Well, no matter. She is already caught in my trap. Maria dropped her cute expressions and angelic voice, and suddenly revealed her true self; that of a dark, intellectual sociopath, making it seem like she changed personality. She then spoke with a chilling voice: "So you would prefer making an enemy of me? It would be a shame for our relationship to end on such a low note. You see, you are currently in a room with two magical girls, with a garrison of trained soldiers along with two other magical girls ready to rush in at any signs of disturbance. No matter how big your weapons are, you won't be walking out of this mansion should you refuse my offer. That would be a terrible loss for Shadow Compact." Even if the rogue didn't show it with her facial expression, Maria could tell by the movements of her eyes that she was correct in her assumption. She let that sink in for a moment before she continued. "Indeed. Without my assistance Shadow Compact would take years before they could muster enough resources to even attempt to overthrow Alexandra's rule. Even worse for them if you were captured, and spilled all their secrets to me. I would then purge the city of their presence, and forget this meeting even took place." She took a sip of her tea. "So, what will it be? It's your choice."</s> <\|message\|>Alice Earhart Alice sweat-dropped and she could feel the hostility coming from the girl named Violetta. Moreover, it was only now that Alice noticed the other girl had some kind of weird contraption with her. Some kind of weapon...maybe it will be hard to keep this peaceful. Alice wondered if she had been too hasty in transforming. It was like an invitation for a fight when its between magical girls...and Alice quite enjoyed those fights as she had fun 'playing' with her opponents. She shook her head as her 'crazy side' almost came out. Alice knew just by looking at her that Violetta was not like the small fries she had faced. She needed to keep calm. Alice crossed her arms and pretended to think about it. "Labs? The only things I know are the numerous factories and plants you see all around the sector. Much of the noise they make sure sound like explosions to me. If you are looking for meth, I could probably find you a place they sell for cheap though I would have to bust them up since the stuff is bad, hahahaha!" After she finished laughing at her own joke, Alice continued. "So how about it? If you want some meth, I can find some for you." She said that with a smile on her face however her right hand is already grasping her small scythe necklace preparing for battle. I can just lead her to the lab...but leading her while fighting will be more fun...and I want to talk to a member of the Authority anyway and also, I want to see her abilities and that weapon of hers...</s> <\|message\|>Chloe Hartmann So is this your true form, then, Maria Goethe? Or is there something deeper still? "'Fraid you've made two mistakes, Lady. The first is assuming I care about what happens to the Compact. No sense hiding it if you already know, we have a relationship of mutual manipulation. I use them because I can't be everywhere at once, and I like the way they operate, and they use me because the strength of a magical girl is no joke, as I'm sure you know. "The second mistake is appealing to my sense of justice. I couldn't give less of a damn if the city descends into anarchy and becomes the territory of witches. Every damned human here could die for all I care. They're all garbage to begin with. You, your political struggle, the state of Aurora, Incubators, the 'law,' all of it can crumble. Me, all I want is to have fun." She took a moment to take another sip of milk, seeming oblivious to the dark aura that had engulfed the room. The balance of power had shifted dramatically, but it wasn't like Chloe was out of bargaining chips either. "I don't like being threatened, though I can't say I didn't see it coming. I'll take your threat as fair play. The truth is," Chloe continued as she stood out of her chair. Sitting was awkward for her when she was transformed, and standing just felt a little more natural. "I just want what's best for me, see. I won't ever be loyal to you, because I... I just can't. I'm not loyal to the Compact, or to Aurora or anybody but myself. That said, you," she said as she pointed to Maria, before shifting her hand and gaze to where Eponine was sitting, seeming a bit shaken by the ordeal, "and you. You're fun. It seems like interesting stuff might happen around you. And one day, if I go along with this charade, I might get to fight you guys fair. Maybe even kill you. I wouldn't be bored for like a week if that happens. Or maybe I'll die. Won't ever be bored again that way either." This was a lot of talking, more than Chloe was used to doing all at once, though it was her own fault for her rambling way of speaking to others, she knew. "So... fine. Because it's interesting, I'll let you use me in whatever game you have concocted. But I won't... can't promise loyalty. I might kill you one day. Or smash up your house. Or even betray you. There's just no other option for me. You've gotta take it or leave it, Lady. But it might do you some good to discuss that with your subordinates, they might be a bit restless with the idea."</s>	<\|message\|>Violetta FitzCarraldo. (Veee oh-let-ter, not Vayyy-oh-let-ter. She gets annoyed if you mispronounce it.) The street instantly grew a few degrees colder, and Violetta tilted her head, curiously. Factories, as far as she she understood the term, were big houses to store even bigger machines in. Most of them should've been abandoned a long time ago as the raw materials that had to be supplied to them ran out. Unless there were such a thing as magical girl truckers, shipping and handling precious goods between places so the humans didn't whinge so much about not being fed all the time, but that seemed ridiculous to her. So who or what was exploding the factories? Magical girl fights? She brushed those thoughts aside, dismissing them as unimportant. This girl got on her nerves, and she could tell the reverse was true, too. She was cocky, loud, and shifted her weight between her feet like she was ready to break into irish dance at any moment. Or maybe she really was ready to fight. Vi shifted her weight, and gripped at the metal rod of her flamethrower like a drawn sword. The small light at the end flicked on, and danced in the early morning chill. From a quick glance at it, Violetta read a wind speed barely over a knot. That meant lighter winds, maybe some three or four knots, the higher you rose, and with a ranged weapon like hers, wind speeds mattered. She was still wrapped in her smoke coccoon, which was still a plus. And there was a seed in her pocket, all that was left of Michelle "Cirno" McCarthy, that was still another advantage "Nah, but thanks for the offer." She began, acting like they weren't each doing the magical girl equivalent of the showdown at high noon. "Tried it once, and it just makes you feel like you're controlling your body with a marionette. It's awful. But boss' orders are to shut it down, so i've got to do my duty like a good little government lapdog. Así es la vida."</s>
<\|description\|>Violetta FitzCarraldo. (Veee oh-let-ter, not Vayyy-oh-let-ter. She gets annoyed if you mispronounce it.) As posted in the OoC. Age: 16 Gender: Girl. Appearance: Violeta is tall, blonde, with amber eyes. Personality: People who don't know Violetta very well think she's an idiot. She's loud, obnoxious, petty, and a pain to tolerate and put up with. People who know her think she's a genius. She's got a way with words, and is capable of rallying platoons and battalions of adolescent teenage girls into an almost suicidal frenzy with a few well-chosen words and her natural presence, despite her thick latin accent. Several of those in her confidance are convinced that she's the real reason why the small rural state neighbouring Aurora had lasted as long as it did, despite never being a major player in politics nor economy. She leans somewhat towards Libertarian views, believing in the freedom of everyone and anyone to do what they feel is right or moral or good in their own eyes, until it harms someone else. She's a strong believer in the idea of a nation being a union of like-minded people in order to throw their combined weight around. People close enough to see the pores in her face think she's insane. Bio: Violetta was born in what used to be Argentina, to a folk singer couple who played mostly to small art-house venues. She grew up in a decent part of the world, not entirely rich but never all that poor, either. Both her parents died after a misunderstanding with a guitar case at an airport escalated, and she contracted soon afterwards and left town, heading north. She arrived in Germany, to what might have once been called her ancestral home in the rhineland, and quickly began throwing her weight around as a military girl and a leader of women, setting up a rigorous, almost military force to defend their small rural town from witches and their ilk, foreign magical girls. Always under a quickly rotating political and economic leader, of course. Nobody trusts the fox to hand out the chickens. That little community burnt out and died after a ferocious witch attack decimated the forces under her command and in the ensuing chaos she left the town quietly and set out for the big city. From what she heard, the place collapsed not long after. Allegiance: Whoever pays more, would be her reply. She's currently under Aurora City control, as a lowly officer of what passes for law. Skills: Charisma, and a keen eye for mass encounters and strategy. Weapons: Apart from a small packet of chewables, she goes in with the clothes she's wearing. Other: Theme. Gave up smoking a while ago since it was hampering her. She's trying to take up chewing tobacco, but shops in the area are few and far between, so she's almost constantly curling her fists, unconsciously. Magical Girl Section: Magical Girl Appearance: Violeta's uniform resembles a turn-of-the-century army dress uniform, decorated with a small personal motif. Wish: To never again have to rely on anything else, to do whatever she wants to do. Weapons: The weapon she possesses is a large, bulky, almost oversized flame-thrower. Unlike the sleek refinement of most magical weapons, This resembles little more then a pipe sticking out of a scrapped molten bicycle she carries over her arm. What it lacks in looks it makes up for in sheer area denial, capable of creating walls and rivers of burning melty death with a few quick strokes. The machine consumes much in the way of both magical energy and oxygen, and can be hard to maintain for long. Powers: Control over unnatural material: Iron and steel bends at her touch, Plastic bends and cracks, Pistols jam and misfire, and edged weapons blunt. Organic matter, and items of a magical nature are completely out of her reach, but she doesn't see that as too much of a problem since they burn rather nicely. Violetta keeps her stranger powers at arms length (Not literally, the power works on contact), preferring to leave them on out of habit but has never seriously dedicated much effort in learning their finer skills.</s> <\|message\|>Eponine Hassane After Chloe left, those words burned inside Eponine's mind. Eponine would have let Chloe go if she had simply given her name, but if Chloe had told Maria to ask Eponine for it, Eponine would have punished her for her insolence. Chloe had instead skirted between the two options, fulfilling the option of introducing herself, while simultaneously demonstrating extreme rudeness. Eponine couldn't let it go, but by her own logic, had to. Her grip tightened on her hammer, but once Chloe was far enough away, Epoinine released her pent up rage and threw her hammer. It swung around vertically several times as it traveled across the hall, its head smashing into the wall next to the door Chloe had left by, causing the room to shake slightly. The head of the hammer was embedded into the stone wall, its handle sticking out at an odd angle amid the cloud of powdered stone. Eponine took deep, slow breaths as she disabled her magical girl form, transforming back into her original clothes and causing the hammer to disintegrate. With the hammer no longer taking up space, a few bricks fell out, crumbling to the floor. Eponine turned back to Maria and knelt. "I apologize for the property damage I have caused. Please allow me to atone for this transgression by letting me pay for the repairs, and to receive any additional punishment you deem necessary." Eponine looked up at Maria, blood trickling down from the corners of her mouth.</s> <\|message\|>Violetta FitzCarraldo. (Veee oh-let-ter, not Vayyy-oh-let-ter. She gets annoyed if you mispronounce it.) Mistake, please ignore.</s> <\|message\|>Maria Goethe While Maria did expect some kind of reactionary action or word from Eponine once the rogue left, she didn't expect that. She must have also kept a pent up anger inside her during the entire duration of the meeting, which was understandable given her newly-met acquaintance. While in a normal situation she would have scolded her of acting so violently inside the house and demanded she would go hunt some witch seeds or otherwise recompense, there was a more pressing subject at hand. Besides, she was also close to throwing her tea cup at the wall at some parts of the conversation. Did she bite her tongue? She is not as devoid of emotion as I assumed of her, then. "I will be lenient this time and forgive you for your act of transgression," Maria said. At this point, she didn't mind if the entire mansion crumbled, since she would be moving up into a much better building soon. "But there is something that troubles you. Could it be related to the discussion I had with the rogue? You seemed uncomfortable during it."</s> <\|message\|>Eponine Hassane "Your clemency is more than I deserve," Eponine replied. When Maria asked what was troubling her, Eponine looked away for a bit, then looked back, "My lady spoke of rebelling against the queen and conspiring with Shadow Compact. With all due respect, that is an act of treason. Ever since you took me on as your knight, I have served you and Aurora with utmost loyalty to preserve our fragile peace and the rule of law. Given your position ad rule, I never suspected you would harbor such thoughts. I am...conflicted. To you I owe much, but how much of what I owe you do I also owe to Aurora and the order it symbolizes?"</s> <\|message\|>Maria Goethe Maria's voice turned pleasing and comforting as she spoke. "Oh Eponine, I understand how you feel," she said, and with her magic, slowly rose into the the air from her wheelchair. She floated slowly towards Eponine and then around her like an angel without wings. " But I must take this drastic measure to preserve peace in Aurora. Alexandra is too vacuous to rule her. She simply twiddles her thumbs and acts like a figurehead while the neighboring cities and nations gain in warriors and land, ultimately bringing war and suffering to Aurora and its people too. Were I to become queen, I would bring order to Aurora and all of those lands, until the entire world is in eternal peace and rest. She now stopped and caressed her cheek as she floated before her. "Don't you remember the dream we had, my dear Eponine?" She then whispered into her ear: "A world of absolute order. We can achieve that, you need only to believe in me and we will have it, together."</s> <\|message\|>Alice Earhart Something clicked in Alice's mind telling her to stop what she was doing. Her head started to hurt a bit but Alice pretended it was nothing so that Violetta did not notice it. She was about ready to activate her scythe when the pain started getting worst. She moved her hand away from her necklace and the pain started to subside. Just what was that? It was like...I was trying to stop myself. That's right. This can be solved peacefully. All I need to do is lead her to that abandoned lab. If anything happens, then I will activate scythe...yes, I will do that Alice took a deep breath in and let it out to calm herself down. If I had activated my scythe, it would to a battle which can be avoided. There was no need for pointless violence. Alice recalled her dislike for pointless violence and scolded herself for giving in too early to her thirst for battle. However, she would just remain transformed in case she needed to bail quickly as she knew Violetta was probably not alone and her allies could just come rushing in with just a call from her cellphone. Alice then giggled at the other girl for admitting herself being a dog of the Authority. The other girl had a sense of humour...maybe there was no need for a fight...maybe. Alice then crossed her arms. "Since I'm a such a good citizen, I will help you fulfil your role as a government dog by leading you to something I found some days ago. It was something I never seen before. The place was deserted when I found it so I'm not sure if its what you are looking for. Follow me if you want to check it for yourself." Alice then jumped onto a building roof. She looked down at Violetta. "We will take the scenic route aka jumping over rooftops." She then went on her way to the place she found the lab.</s> <\|message\|>Violetta FitzCarraldo. (Veee oh-let-ter, not Vayyy-oh-let-ter. She gets annoyed if you mispronounce it.) Well. That was anticlimactic. Violetta had something on the order of fifteen battle plans and was already working on the sixteenth, most of which involved abusing her powers for fun and profit and stalling until her reinforcements arrived. But to win without fighting was the greatest victory, and the girl had decided to come quietly, after all. What was the term again? "Help the Valkyries with their inquiries?" Violetta idly scratched at herself with the tip of her flamethrower, and took a few leaps up the building. The concrete bent and left footprints for her as she passed by it. If she'd wanted to, and didn't care about leaving a trail, she could've walked up the wall. But she took leaps up, perching on windowsills and glazing bars, careful not to use too much of the supernatural power that fueled most magical girls. Up above, the air was smoky, and almost dingier then the floor. A billion fumes and gases leaked out here, before mixing in with the wind and drifting somewhere far away where they could cause some other natural disaster. She dismissed her weapon, out of fear that it might start a chemical fire, and turned to her companion. For now, she seemed... Accepting. She'd guessed that the whole "anti-authoritarian" palaver had worked. The only girls who survived for long were lone wolves, and people like that were easier to manipulate. All you needed to do was convince them that what you wanted them to do was somehow hurting da man. Even if da man said that, they bought it. And in this case, da man was one Crown princess Alexandria Hertz. "Well?" She began, once she'd caught up. "Lead the way, Missus...?"</s> <\|message\|>Alice Earhart book of bad juju Alice nodded and led the way.She had purposely chosen the 'jumping on rooftops' route as it would take a longer time to get to the site. She would get there faster on the ground since she was familiar with the roads and knew certain short cuts. However, she wanted to talk to Violetta and Alice knew once the both of them reached the site, Violetta would be too busy snooping around to have a decent talk. The talk they had before could not be considered as one since it was more like a showdown with words which could have escalated to fight. While still jumping and running along the building rooftops, Alice turned to the blonde girl. "So...what's your story, Violetta? Why are you with the Authority and a magical girl?" It was just a simple question to start the conversation. Eventually, Alice would ask Violetta a question related to her true goal of co-existence. She needed to see if the other girl would at least open up a little so she could guess where she stood. If Violetta was opposed to the idea of co-existing with the normals, then Alice would have to decide to finish her off or not at the lab. However, Alice would rather not resort to that. "Sorry, if I suddenly asked. It's just been a while since I met another magical girl....you know...yeah."</s>	<\|message\|>Violetta FitzCarraldo. (Veee oh-let-ter, not Vayyy-oh-let-ter. She gets annoyed if you mispronounce it.) Half a dozen alarm bells went off in Violetta's head as the other girl chose that moment on the rooftops to start a conversation. It would've been so much easier to use the streets, where the wind didn't get in your ears and make you miss half the conversation. Why had she decided to talk then? Was this a trap? There was no real way out of it, she realized, without talking about herself. And she wanted to avoid that at all costs, but the alternative was offending a teenage girl whose petty doubts and worries were amplified with alien science from the far future. Whatever happened wouldn't be solved with a heart-to-heart on the opposite sides of a bathroom stall, not here. But between the devil and the deep blue sea, the only real option she had was to be as vague as possible. She stepped on an old brick chimmeny, on the face of it to gather her thoughts, and pushed away again. "My parents died when I was pretty young, around when I contracted." That seemed vague enough. No reason to tell her the whole truth, after all. "And they always said I had relatives in Germany. After that, I just kinda tried to find myself, y'know?" With any luck, she didn't. "And then I got something useful where I can be ignored 'till I fall into despair." She paused, circling an old antenna dish, and went on. "What about you, mystery girl? You haven't even told me who you are. The authority might even have a file on you."</s>
<\|description\|>Violetta FitzCarraldo. (Veee oh-let-ter, not Vayyy-oh-let-ter. She gets annoyed if you mispronounce it.) As posted in the OoC. Age: 16 Gender: Girl. Appearance: Violeta is tall, blonde, with amber eyes. Personality: People who don't know Violetta very well think she's an idiot. She's loud, obnoxious, petty, and a pain to tolerate and put up with. People who know her think she's a genius. She's got a way with words, and is capable of rallying platoons and battalions of adolescent teenage girls into an almost suicidal frenzy with a few well-chosen words and her natural presence, despite her thick latin accent. Several of those in her confidance are convinced that she's the real reason why the small rural state neighbouring Aurora had lasted as long as it did, despite never being a major player in politics nor economy. She leans somewhat towards Libertarian views, believing in the freedom of everyone and anyone to do what they feel is right or moral or good in their own eyes, until it harms someone else. She's a strong believer in the idea of a nation being a union of like-minded people in order to throw their combined weight around. People close enough to see the pores in her face think she's insane. Bio: Violetta was born in what used to be Argentina, to a folk singer couple who played mostly to small art-house venues. She grew up in a decent part of the world, not entirely rich but never all that poor, either. Both her parents died after a misunderstanding with a guitar case at an airport escalated, and she contracted soon afterwards and left town, heading north. She arrived in Germany, to what might have once been called her ancestral home in the rhineland, and quickly began throwing her weight around as a military girl and a leader of women, setting up a rigorous, almost military force to defend their small rural town from witches and their ilk, foreign magical girls. Always under a quickly rotating political and economic leader, of course. Nobody trusts the fox to hand out the chickens. That little community burnt out and died after a ferocious witch attack decimated the forces under her command and in the ensuing chaos she left the town quietly and set out for the big city. From what she heard, the place collapsed not long after. Allegiance: Whoever pays more, would be her reply. She's currently under Aurora City control, as a lowly officer of what passes for law. Skills: Charisma, and a keen eye for mass encounters and strategy. Weapons: Apart from a small packet of chewables, she goes in with the clothes she's wearing. Other: Theme. Gave up smoking a while ago since it was hampering her. She's trying to take up chewing tobacco, but shops in the area are few and far between, so she's almost constantly curling her fists, unconsciously. Magical Girl Section: Magical Girl Appearance: Violeta's uniform resembles a turn-of-the-century army dress uniform, decorated with a small personal motif. Wish: To never again have to rely on anything else, to do whatever she wants to do. Weapons: The weapon she possesses is a large, bulky, almost oversized flame-thrower. Unlike the sleek refinement of most magical weapons, This resembles little more then a pipe sticking out of a scrapped molten bicycle she carries over her arm. What it lacks in looks it makes up for in sheer area denial, capable of creating walls and rivers of burning melty death with a few quick strokes. The machine consumes much in the way of both magical energy and oxygen, and can be hard to maintain for long. Powers: Control over unnatural material: Iron and steel bends at her touch, Plastic bends and cracks, Pistols jam and misfire, and edged weapons blunt. Organic matter, and items of a magical nature are completely out of her reach, but she doesn't see that as too much of a problem since they burn rather nicely. Violetta keeps her stranger powers at arms length (Not literally, the power works on contact), preferring to leave them on out of habit but has never seriously dedicated much effort in learning their finer skills.</s> <\|message\|>Maria Goethe Algorithm "Indeed she has," Maria answered with certainty. "But soon she will pay for her crimes, and we will start an eternal age of prosperity." She landed back on her wheelchair. "But I can't do it without you, Eponine. Aurora needs us. The world needs us." She held her hand towards her. "Take my hand, and let's make our dream come true."</s> <\|message\|>Alice Earhart book of bad juju A vague answer...well that is to be expected. No way she was going to give one whole sob story of her life to someone she just met and did not trust. When Violetta asked the question back at her, Alice did not give her an immediate answer. I still have not given her name...and I intend to keep it that way. I don't doubt the Authority may have a file on me even though I'm the type who do not really stand out since I usually would corner a target alone and kill her without anybody witnessing the deed. Its best if I give her false information since if they really do have a file on me, they may trace any living relatives I may have. Since, I am not with the Authority, they may force me to join them using those relatives as hostages. Even if I am in the Authority, I would have follow the rules they set. They was no way I was going to follow those rules or becoming some other magical girl's dog like this girl. Alice stopped running, placing her hands behind her and turned to Violetta with a sad smile on her face. Well at least I should tell her some kind of sad story...and hopefully she would be satisfied with it. "Me? There is nothing special about me really. I'm just an orphan trying to survive in this new world. My whole family died due to an accident when I was young and left me all alone. I have been wandering around doing my own thing ever since." Alice then looked over at the dull horizon of the industrial sector. She did not want to ask the question so soon but it would better if she just get it out of the way. She wanted to know where Violetta stood in all this. The other girl may be from the Authority but also must have her own opinions. Alice then turned back to Violetta still having a sad expression on her face. "Say...Violetta, what do you think of the state of Aurora right now?"</s> <\|message\|>Violetta FitzCarraldo. (Veee oh-let-ter, not Vayyy-oh-let-ter. She gets annoyed if you mispronounce it.) Violetta's eyes narrowed, trying to pick at the story for any glimmer of the truth. Special? That was self-depreciation, but it was an interesting choice of words. She thought herself as "Special", that might be important enough to keep in mind later. She was an orphan. Well, who wasn't, in this day and age? Her parents died in an accident, slightly suspicious but not worth investigating over. She'd paused before giving her vague story. Almost as if she was going to before something stopped her. So, not good at the lying game. That line didn't sound prepared, either. If she had a lie prepared, it would've sounded like it came from a cue card, not from the heart, like this. The girl just sounded like there were things in her life she didn't want brought up. So, what could she draw from that? This girl was simple, kept to herself and was clever enough not to let things slip. That meant she was hiding something, and was taking waaay too much care not to let it slip. She thought herself God's Gift to something, but to what? The state? Did she fancy herself queen? Actually, that wasn't all too bad an idea. Now she came to think about it, the girl definately had a smidge of the local accent about her. She smiled, just for a moment, and lept off another building. Bingo. "The state? Personally i'll be happy once we give it back it's proper name of Germany. Why, what about you?"</s> <\|message\|>Alice Earhart book of bad juju Alice just stared at Violetta for a moment then she chuckled. "Personally, I find Aurora a much nicer name. Germany sounds dull by comparison now." That was the truth. Alice found the name indeed much nicer to hear and say but nothing about the country resembles one. The country just was not fit for such a name which was used for a beautiful phenomenon akin to a spectacular light show. However, that was not the issue here and not the answer Alice was expecting from Violetta. Maybe she did not understand my question.Is she really fine with the current state of affairs with the Authority and resistance fighting each other daily? Is she fine with the magical girls fighting with each other even over petty things? Or is she the type not to think too much and just follow orders from the top? Is she really okay with that? Alice leapt off the building and stopped again. "Chaotic..." Alice needed to be careful not to be too antagonistic to the Authority or revealed her desire for co-existence. "Witches and petty territorial disputes are bad enough. Moreover, we have two sides fighting for god know's how long. Things don't seem to be changing any time soon. If only someone would just step up and do something..." Alice realized what she was just saying and stopped herself. She quickly turned to Violetta and started to panic like a teenage girl who just revealed some dirty secret. "I-its not like I want to be that 'someone'. I mean, I'm just one of the people caught up in all this like many others and just wished someone would just save us. I just want some peace..." A tear trickled down Alice's cheek. She just partly talked with her heart after all. She quickly wiped the tear and laughed. "Hehe...silly me. I don't know why I'm talking to you about this. We should continue on...we are almost there." Alice did not realize she would actually cry. She only meant to come off to Violetta as a friendly magical girl who was not an enemy. I really suck at this...I really hope Violetta does not start to prepare to take me down...</s> <\|message\|>Violetta FitzCarraldo. (Veee oh-let-ter, not Vayyy-oh-let-ter. She gets annoyed if you mispronounce it.) Violetta glared. Behind her eyes, a thousand voices clamoured out in sheer mindless rage, and they were all her voice, and they were buzzing like a swarm of bees. "Traitor!" called out one. "Liar!" said another. "Theif! Infidel! Pre-cinder! Degenerate! HUMAN ROAST!" She reined it in, trying not to let her emotions get the better of her. She could burn the lying twisty purple fiend into a pile of ash somewhere where she wouldn't be a problem, like in this lab she was meant to investigate. Or something. It was getting hard to think, with all the little bits of yourself that usually did the thinking screaming bloody murder. It was worse, because she agreed with them. Labs! Think about labs. White coats. Chemicals. Test tubes. Acids that would tear faces away as little girls screamed in terror, curling up into balls like cockroaches leaving nothing behind but wisps of white smoke and a convenient little grief seed she could suck the soul out of. Violetta tried her best to stay calm as she jumped from parapet to parapet, but surely her companion must've noticed something by now? No, it seemed like she was still talking. Violetta just managed to hide her true feelings as she turned and flapped on about something relatively unimportant, in her eyes. She nodded, and tried to seem empathic, even making a half-hearted "There there" as the tears began to flow. Not that a german-hating fiend like the girl in mauve had any real feelings, Violetta privately observed, but it was good to keep up appearances. Thank god she hadn't asked her a question, otherwise she'd looked like a real fool. But the girl seemed to have just told her some mundane secret about herself. It couldnt've been too important, and anyway, the dead didn't tell tales.</s> <\|message\|>Alice Earhart book of bad juju Whether it was her being paranoid or not, Alice felt she needed to be extremely careful with Violetta. She was risking herself when she had said what she did a moment ago. If Violetta was indeed the Authority's loyal dog, then Alice would be in big trouble once she led the other girl to the lab location. However, Alice made sure to keep calm as she had an alternative plan if something did go wrong. If that plan failed, then she would have to prepare to face Violetta...and maybe a large group of her allies. Alice stopped talking and led Violetta. Eventually, she had reached the location of the lab she found. She had indeed stumbled on the abandoned lab by accident however she had guessed that it was something important and the Authority would come to investigate. That was the reason why she had drawn a circle which was not too big nor too small around the hole she had fallen into. The circle drawn was hardly visibly since it had been a few days however Alice knew it was enough to activate her cage spell just in case. All she needed was for Violetta to go into the circle. However, Violetta had no idea that she had already blocked the hole with huge rocks thus a person could not just simply fall into the hole. They need to blast their way through to enter. If the lab was in terrible condition, it would just cave in leading it troublesome to clear the rubble and investigate. Alice was not going to let the Authority get a one-up with Shadow Compact. Same could be said if it were the other way around. Alice walked over into the circle boundary and motioned Violetta to follow her. "The entrance is here...don't tell me why its underground. I covered it back so nobody else would find it since it looked super important." It was now or never...</s>	<\|message\|>Violetta FitzCarraldo. (Veee oh-let-ter, not Vayyy-oh-let-ter. She gets annoyed if you mispronounce it.) The girl brought her into a neighbourhood where the building didn't reach much higher then ground level. Terraced houses and squarish soulless buildings lined the streets, and both of them skipped past brick chimneys and tiled roofs to get to their final destination. The building itself was... Non-existent. It looked like a billion other buildings in this area, all corrugated iron and and 50's concrete. The only distinguishing feature it had was the hole in the roof, with the boulders this girl had obviously put down. Violetta landed on the edge of the roof, and brought out her flame machine. The air around her arm went all greasy and slick with magical energy, and then the magical weapon appeared, all around her arm like a metal glove. She gave it an experimental squeeze. The liquid shot out, easily reaching inside the circle and setting lichen on fire. She frowned, and using her free hand, patted around for her soul gem. It was black. Violetta grimaced for a moment, and fished in a pocket for a grief seed, picking it up in the same hand she held the gem in. She felt her soul getting purified, like a large weight around your neck being suddenly lifted, and the fire grow larger and hotter in return. She stepped into the little circle on the ground, barely even registering it, and pointed the nozzle at the rocks and debris in the hole. She briefly thought about turning her nozzle to the side, and hitting the purple traitor with her fire. It would've been so cleansing, to remove the dirty rotten pieces of driftwood this city needed to become a pure and righteous place again, to take out the trash left behind and carry on with her plan to make this city great. She finally gave in to the temptation, twisting her hand those few degrees to the side and dousing the poor girl in magical napalm. She'd never admit this later, but she laughed.</s>
<\|description\|>Violetta FitzCarraldo. (Veee oh-let-ter, not Vayyy-oh-let-ter. She gets annoyed if you mispronounce it.) As posted in the OoC. Age: 16 Gender: Girl. Appearance: Violeta is tall, blonde, with amber eyes. Personality: People who don't know Violetta very well think she's an idiot. She's loud, obnoxious, petty, and a pain to tolerate and put up with. People who know her think she's a genius. She's got a way with words, and is capable of rallying platoons and battalions of adolescent teenage girls into an almost suicidal frenzy with a few well-chosen words and her natural presence, despite her thick latin accent. Several of those in her confidance are convinced that she's the real reason why the small rural state neighbouring Aurora had lasted as long as it did, despite never being a major player in politics nor economy. She leans somewhat towards Libertarian views, believing in the freedom of everyone and anyone to do what they feel is right or moral or good in their own eyes, until it harms someone else. She's a strong believer in the idea of a nation being a union of like-minded people in order to throw their combined weight around. People close enough to see the pores in her face think she's insane. Bio: Violetta was born in what used to be Argentina, to a folk singer couple who played mostly to small art-house venues. She grew up in a decent part of the world, not entirely rich but never all that poor, either. Both her parents died after a misunderstanding with a guitar case at an airport escalated, and she contracted soon afterwards and left town, heading north. She arrived in Germany, to what might have once been called her ancestral home in the rhineland, and quickly began throwing her weight around as a military girl and a leader of women, setting up a rigorous, almost military force to defend their small rural town from witches and their ilk, foreign magical girls. Always under a quickly rotating political and economic leader, of course. Nobody trusts the fox to hand out the chickens. That little community burnt out and died after a ferocious witch attack decimated the forces under her command and in the ensuing chaos she left the town quietly and set out for the big city. From what she heard, the place collapsed not long after. Allegiance: Whoever pays more, would be her reply. She's currently under Aurora City control, as a lowly officer of what passes for law. Skills: Charisma, and a keen eye for mass encounters and strategy. Weapons: Apart from a small packet of chewables, she goes in with the clothes she's wearing. Other: Theme. Gave up smoking a while ago since it was hampering her. She's trying to take up chewing tobacco, but shops in the area are few and far between, so she's almost constantly curling her fists, unconsciously. Magical Girl Section: Magical Girl Appearance: Violeta's uniform resembles a turn-of-the-century army dress uniform, decorated with a small personal motif. Wish: To never again have to rely on anything else, to do whatever she wants to do. Weapons: The weapon she possesses is a large, bulky, almost oversized flame-thrower. Unlike the sleek refinement of most magical weapons, This resembles little more then a pipe sticking out of a scrapped molten bicycle she carries over her arm. What it lacks in looks it makes up for in sheer area denial, capable of creating walls and rivers of burning melty death with a few quick strokes. The machine consumes much in the way of both magical energy and oxygen, and can be hard to maintain for long. Powers: Control over unnatural material: Iron and steel bends at her touch, Plastic bends and cracks, Pistols jam and misfire, and edged weapons blunt. Organic matter, and items of a magical nature are completely out of her reach, but she doesn't see that as too much of a problem since they burn rather nicely. Violetta keeps her stranger powers at arms length (Not literally, the power works on contact), preferring to leave them on out of habit but has never seriously dedicated much effort in learning their finer skills.</s> <\|message\|>Maria Goethe Maria was amused by the nervousness of the guards, and rightly so. An occasional trick or two is good for keeping appearances, not letting even close servants forget their inferiority. Maria was glad to see Caroline was punctual as always, and returned her greeting in customary manner. She gently placed the crates down, and followed after Caroline, rolling into the elevator once prompted. It wasn't that uncommon for Alexandra to want a quick report, since it was convenient to do so as part of the tax delivery, though more serious discussions about Aurora were made during conferences, where more Nobles were attending. Maria had absolutely no reason to decline, even if she was going to meet the very person she was later going to usurp the throne from eye-to-eye. Regular commoners may have enjoyed small talk when going up such a long way, but the both of them knew they were far above such impolite nonsense. Maria spent the time quietly listening to the almost silent humming of the elevator as it rose up.</s> <\|message\|>Eponine Hassane Eponine had half-expected to land on the tiny ice planetoid, and that the witch would come hovering over the horizon to attack her, so she was slightly surprised to have actually broken through the surface, though she did manage to land on her feet and activate her shield right before making impact with the far side of the inner wall of the ice sphere. When the witch launched icicles at her, Eponine reactively enabled her shield to shrug off the projectiles, feeling her magic drop for each icicle that bounced off of her. She looked up expectantly, waiting for Violetta to jump down, melt a hole through the ice ball and join her in her fight against the witch. It took a moment before it dawned on Eponine that Violetta may not be joining her as soon as she liked, and standing there looking upwards only made Eponine an easy target for the hostile magical abomination directly above her. Dodging another flurry of icicles, Eponine summoned a second hammer and began spinning in place like a top, her arms outstretched, swing the hammers. After gaining enough rotational inertia, she tilted her spin slightly and launched one, and then the other hammer at the witch, hoping to do some damage. Before the hammers hit, Eponine summoned another hammer and prepared for a retaliation from Byrea.</s> <\|message\|>Violetta FitzCarraldo. (Veee oh-let-ter, not Vayyy-oh-let-ter. She gets annoyed if you mispronounce it.) Violetta glanced up from her packet of chewing tobacco, and glared. Her gaze was met by two blankly soulless coal eyes inset roughly halfway up a small sphere of snow that, in spite of gravity, was perched on the end of the crystalline twig. The thing slid towards her, slowly. It took a moment for her to properly understand how the snowman had skewered itself onto the trees branches. They were learning. Obviously, too many familliars had fallen into the sky for her to keep on doing that forever. Violetta tried not to feel a little impressed at that feat of reasoning and just melted the thing in a puff of liquid burning.. The earmuffs twirled in the breeze as they fell away, before the fire burned even that. Still, lesson learned. Don't mess about in a witch's labyrinth, because it's not a circus. Tall imposing carnival folk with masks and alibis and a desire to take young girls somewhere where their parents would never find them were the least threatening thing here. Violetta tried to supress that little memory and stood up, pocketing the wad of tobacco. She bounded down to the ice sphere, and landed softly on the thing close to the man-sized hole her comrade-in-arms had left in it. No reason to bother her now, she'd probably just get in the way. She glanced up, trying to fight the nausea of vertigo, and scanned the trees for any flash of purple in the white snow, while also keeping half an eye out any of those new snowman familiars.</s> <\|message\|>Alexandra Hertz The doors slid shut with both Maria and Caroline inside, and the elevator began it's rather rapid ascent. It was smooth nonetheless, and quet, since neither of them seemed willing or eager to engage in idle chit chat. There was certainly nothing wrong with that, Caroline devoted to her job and her guest undoubtedly planning what she was going to report to her superior. This sort of thing was done often, to aid Alexandra in keeping a firmer hold on the city, and it did not seem a habit she would stop soon. The elevator arrived with a 'ding', and Caroline stepped out, leading the way to where Alexandra awaited in continued silence. Stepping in front of the wooden door, she opened it, allowing Maria to enter, before going through herself. Beyond was an executive office, though whether it had served that purpose originally was anyone's guess. It offered a good look of the city from the windows, and a desk sat at one end, with papers, boos, and the other affairs of business. There was a more cordial atmosphere, less iron and authoritative, but still set up to remind you that the person behind the desk was in charge. Alexandra sat at the desk, wearing a pleasant, business minded smile as Caroline moved off to a corner, silently observing in case she needed to intervene. "Hello Maria," she began. "A pleasure as always. I hear things have been busy in your territory recently." Best to get the rumors and such out of the way first. --- Algorithm Byrea cried as she took the two hammer hits, smashing through ice pathways as she was knocked backwards. Her recovery was quick though, the broken ice already reforming itself into new pathways, new routes for her opponent to take if she wanted to try and get in close. There were no real signs of visible damage yet, but those were sure to come in time. And indeed a response came, jagged shards of ice flying once more down at her to either shatter or impale themselves, whether it be in the ice she stood on, her shield, or her own body. The Witch swooped amidst the orb of it's own making, disturbing chilled air as the fight continued. Eponine was going to have to do more damage if she wanted to turn this in her favor. --- book of bad juju@TrixyTrix The hole that Violetta stood by, created by her companion, had sealed up with new ice, and the ice she stood on creaked distressingly as well, whether it be a result of her weight, or the heat she gave off. Staying for too long in one place here would most likely result in her falling through to join Eponine, as the sound of fighting emanated from within the sphere. There was no sign of purple yet, as she looked, but the new snowmen Familiars would soon approach, cresting the horizon of the sphere as the weaker snow bunnies hopped along with them. It seemed that they were not about to give up on her, much as she might want to avoid fighting. Being this close to the Witch probably didn't help either. Still, things could be worse.</s> <\|message\|>Maria Goethe Maria came closer until she deemed she was in a respectable distance to Alexandra's office, and then made a bow as a formal greeting. She then spoke with an air of grace and humbleness: "Your Highness, I am at your service." "They have been, Your Grace. There was a disturbance caused by a rogue magical girl, but my knights had it immediately taken care of." Maria didn't enjoy truckling to Alexandra, but she played her part like the talented actor she was. She knew not to let her true intentions come to light before their time, and none of it showed in her face; she has been honing her poker face for years, and nothing would sway her at this point. She was like a shark, staying deep under the water while she stalked her floating prey, before she would finally reveal themselves to the hapless victim. But for now, Maria would submit.</s> <\|message\|>Eponine Hassane Eponine looked upwards again, hoping Violetta would join her, but her anticipation was not answered. Eponine noted the slight damage her thrown hammers had done, which was somewhat expected. She swatted away two incoming icicles with her hammer, and activated her shield to defend from the rest. Eponine decided she needed to gain some height and started running along the ice columns interspersed within the sphere. She moved with more confidence and recklessness, since a mistake would only drop her to the bottom of the ball, instead of plummeting into the sky eternally. She also couldn't afford to be as slow as she was in the inverted trees or else the witch would be able to get some good hits on her, and Eponine was already feeling her soul gem darken from continued activation of her shield. As she tried to reach higher ground, Eponine tried to be smarter about avoiding the witch's icicle attacks, by hiding behind columns and dodging rather than relying too heavily on her shield. Once she was directly above the witch, she jumped down at it feet first, making her hammers longer and their heads bigger. She held her arms out horizontally, and once she was about to hit the witch, swung her hammers downward so that each hammerhead would connect at the same time her feet struck the closest thing that could resemble the witch's head. In this moment where her feet and the hammerheads impacted simultaneously, she activated her shield's rejection ability, multiplying the force of the impact. While her feet transferred force down vertically on the witch's head, the hammers, which swung in opposite arcs, dealt force horizontally, but on both sides of the witch's head, creating a three-way crushing force. Eponine bent her knees, crouching on top of the witch and surveyed the damage. If Byrea was about to retaliate, Eponine was already crouched and ready to leap off the witch at a moment's notice. If the witch was stunned, but not yet defeated, Eponine would press the offensive.</s>	<\|message\|>Violetta FitzCarraldo. (Veee oh-let-ter, not Vayyy-oh-let-ter. She gets annoyed if you mispronounce it.) Nothing. Nothing there, either. Violetta paced, boots crunching against the ice, her gaze locked on the upside down horizon as her eyes scanned the thing. But all that served to do was to distract her from the snowman sneaking up on her, who managed to get close enough to sink his teeth into her arm. Unfortunately, the thing didn't seem to be bright enough to realize what happens when you puncture high-pressure canisters. She yelped as the bottom row of teeth dug into the unguarded back of her arm and dismissed the weapon. It vanished into sparkles, but the damage had been done already. The black tar-like substance burst out of where the weapon used to be, soaking into the thing's skin and making it look like it had bitten into an oil pipe. She couldn't set the snowman on fire, now. it'd take up the ball with them. Violetta took hopping steps back, reforming the flamethrower around her left hand. She scrabbled at the leathery belt buckles holding it in place, and finally managed to detach it from her hand, and grabbed the iron tube with both hand. She swung. A head-sized snowball landed some two feet away and rolled, leaving the ice and snow smeared with black. Not, admittedly the best melee weapon. She didn't need to do melee, she had other people to do that. Speaking of, where were they? She'd been in here long enough, what was taking the Valkyries so long?</s>
<\|description\|>Alice Earhart Age: 15 Gender: Female Appearance Personality: A girl who is very open-minded and fair. Initially, a girl who was filled with hatred and bend on revenge, she went back to her old self after a fateful encounter. Alice was a kind girl who disliked pointless violence, brutality and inequality among people which is why she is disgusted with the current situation in Aurora City. Despite supporting peace and co-existence, Alice is no public speaker and is a poor diplomat leading her to resort to actions she justifies as necessary. When passing judgement (aka killing), Alice usually does it swiftly if she believes her target to be too dangerous to be alive any longer. She rarely smiles and always has a cold calm expression on her face when transformed. When in civilian form, she is a little more relaxed and carefree but not much of a difference. After her recent heroic breakdown, she becomes a little crazy and tends to laugh when seeing her target in despair/pain. She will also get a thrill in battle when her target tries to run away however she remains her calm self when facing a tough opponent. Bio: Alice was just a normal girl till her whole family were killed in a battle between Shadow Compact and the magical girls.She was 14 then and it was only a year later that a Kyubey found her and asked whether she wanted to make a wish. Then, Alice was struggling just to survive. She had no home and no family. Magical Girls hunt her down for being normal and the normal people just cared about themselves. Moreover, Shadow Compact members had almost found her a couple of times but she managed to evade them. There was no way she would join them as she did not want to be any part of the conflict. She began to ramble to herself about wanting peace back and the conflict to end. The Kyubey then told her to wish that. However, Alice was worried about what will occur if she ever made such a wish. She had some knowledge of how the wish works and knowing it had no bounds made her afraid. She also knew of the existence of witches and them being former magical girls which was why she was hesitating for so long to the point the Kyubey left. Alice pondered about it and it was then she met a member of Serenity by sheer coincidence. Their mission of co-existence and equality became her inspiration and she made a wish to the Kyubey, who had returned. After becoming a magical girl, Alice tried to promote peace discreetly but saw nobody keen on the idea. She tried and tried till she realized diplomacy was not the only way. In every peaceful community, there will always be people having to do dirty work behind the scenes. Eventually, Alice's idea of a peaceful co-existence is when all the weeds (aka stubborn people) are killed. She tainted the soul gems of magical girls to claim grief seeds and also harshly treated the normal people to get her point across. While others aware of her actions saw it being harsh and sometimes brutal, Alice herself does not see it that way as she believed what she was doing was for the future peace. Due to her actions, she has somewhat of a 'friendly' relationship with the Incubators since she delivered them quite a number of grief seeds. Allegiance: She serves no one but is an 'ally' of the Incubators. Skills: Capable hand-to-hand fighter, able to fully utilize her powers well and expert survival skills. Weapons: None Other: Just a reminder, Alice is slightly mentally unstable at times. If conversed properly, she will join Serenity. She may join Aurora Authority or Shadow Compact depending on who talks to her. She will not join Trinity. Magical Girl Section: Magical Girl Appearance: Wish: The power to make co-existence a reality (her wish was granted but she was given power to make it by forceful means) Weapons: Alice has a size-changing scythe which she can recall to her if its away from her. Powers: Magical Energy Manipulation 1)Magic Zapz Cage: Alice needs to draw a circle on the ground and lure her target in. She will have to aim her scythe at her target from above and shout "Close!" for the cage to activate and the bigger the cage, the more magic need to maintain. The cage saps away the captive's strength & a magical girl's magic powers. Alice will usually proceed to torture the captive with her scythe. 2)Mind Reading: Alice needs to be focused and standing still in order to use it. 3)Healing Factor 4)Energy Manipulation Magic: Basically Alice can conjure anything within her power out of magic energy to use offensively such as magic energy balls that explode on impact, magic beams, magic spears,etc. She can also energized her scythe with magic energy to be sharper and durable.</s> <\|message\|>Alice Earhart book of bad juju Whether it was her being paranoid or not, Alice felt she needed to be extremely careful with Violetta. She was risking herself when she had said what she did a moment ago. If Violetta was indeed the Authority's loyal dog, then Alice would be in big trouble once she led the other girl to the lab location. However, Alice made sure to keep calm as she had an alternative plan if something did go wrong. If that plan failed, then she would have to prepare to face Violetta...and maybe a large group of her allies. Alice stopped talking and led Violetta. Eventually, she had reached the location of the lab she found. She had indeed stumbled on the abandoned lab by accident however she had guessed that it was something important and the Authority would come to investigate. That was the reason why she had drawn a circle which was not too big nor too small around the hole she had fallen into. The circle drawn was hardly visibly since it had been a few days however Alice knew it was enough to activate her cage spell just in case. All she needed was for Violetta to go into the circle. However, Violetta had no idea that she had already blocked the hole with huge rocks thus a person could not just simply fall into the hole. They need to blast their way through to enter. If the lab was in terrible condition, it would just cave in leading it troublesome to clear the rubble and investigate. Alice was not going to let the Authority get a one-up with Shadow Compact. Same could be said if it were the other way around. Alice walked over into the circle boundary and motioned Violetta to follow her. "The entrance is here...don't tell me why its underground. I covered it back so nobody else would find it since it looked super important." It was now or never...</s> <\|message\|>Violetta FitzCarraldo. (Veee oh-let-ter, not Vayyy-oh-let-ter. She gets annoyed if you mispronounce it.) The girl brought her into a neighbourhood where the building didn't reach much higher then ground level. Terraced houses and squarish soulless buildings lined the streets, and both of them skipped past brick chimneys and tiled roofs to get to their final destination. The building itself was... Non-existent. It looked like a billion other buildings in this area, all corrugated iron and and 50's concrete. The only distinguishing feature it had was the hole in the roof, with the boulders this girl had obviously put down. Violetta landed on the edge of the roof, and brought out her flame machine. The air around her arm went all greasy and slick with magical energy, and then the magical weapon appeared, all around her arm like a metal glove. She gave it an experimental squeeze. The liquid shot out, easily reaching inside the circle and setting lichen on fire. She frowned, and using her free hand, patted around for her soul gem. It was black. Violetta grimaced for a moment, and fished in a pocket for a grief seed, picking it up in the same hand she held the gem in. She felt her soul getting purified, like a large weight around your neck being suddenly lifted, and the fire grow larger and hotter in return. She stepped into the little circle on the ground, barely even registering it, and pointed the nozzle at the rocks and debris in the hole. She briefly thought about turning her nozzle to the side, and hitting the purple traitor with her fire. It would've been so cleansing, to remove the dirty rotten pieces of driftwood this city needed to become a pure and righteous place again, to take out the trash left behind and carry on with her plan to make this city great. She finally gave in to the temptation, twisting her hand those few degrees to the side and dousing the poor girl in magical napalm. She'd never admit this later, but she laughed.</s> <\|message\|>Eponine Hassane Eponine thought about what would happen if she walked this path with Maria. She imagined the lives shattered by the destruction and chaos that would come. She imagined having to fight against magical girls that she had fought alongside in the past. But then she thought of rows of soldiers, marching neatly; magical girls lined up at attention, under one banner. People's lives, regulated to minimize both hope and despair to prevent unwanted contracts; witches dispatched in a precise and surgical way, more like an industrial farm than a hunt. Could all this be possible? But what wasn't possible, if only a magical girl could dream big enough? Since becoming a knight of Aurora, Eponine had stopped dreaming, and suffered the same slow death as the city. But Maria...she never stopped dreaming, she had the will to make it work. "I will follow you my lady," Eponine said, "and I renew my pledge of loyalty to you, and you only." She took Maria's hand and first touched it to her own forehead, and then brought it to her lips in a medieval gesture.</s> <\|message\|>Alice Earhart book of bad juju Alice had wondered what was taking Violetta so long to get over where she was. She noticed the other girl readying the contraption and it somehow spewed flames. Alice was on guard despite believing Violetta had taken out that weapon of hers to clear the debris and enter the lab. It was a good thing she was, the next thing she knew Violetta aimed the weapon of hers and fired it at her. Alice managed to block some of the magical flames by using her own magic to shield herself with her arms but she did not escape unscathed. She could feel her arms were burnt but not too badly. Alice looked over at her soul gem and saw it was still pure. She still had a spare grief seed she had kept for emergencies. Alice just had a calm expression on her face when Violetta started laughing. "Do we really have to fight, Violetta? Here I thought we were getting along." Despite Violetta's current extreme hostility towards her, Alice stood her ground in trying to solve it peacefully. She needed to be firm with herself and not give in to her battle urges. "I just want us to talk and get to understand each other. That was why I decided to help you. For you to attack me, you have probably classified me as an enemy of the Authority but am I YOUR enemy? Are you really just some dog of the Authority? Are you fine with following orders blindly? Just what in the world do you believe in?" After that speech made from her frustration and sense of helplessness, Alice steeled herself for battle but she still did not arm herself with her scythe. She must know what drove Violetta before deciding if she was really an enemy of hers. If she was, she would not hold back...at all. Alice looked straight at Violetta's eyes. She would not turn away.</s> <\|message\|>Violetta FitzCarraldo. (Veee oh-let-ter, not Vayyy-oh-let-ter. She gets annoyed if you mispronounce it.) "Do we really have to-" began the other girl, before she was interrupted. Violetta had closed the gap, her legs hammering repeatedly against the rooftops. She punched up, her fire machine an extension of her arm. She barely had time to squeeze the trigger as she aimed and fired it at point blank at her stomach. If she missed, she'd try to hit her with her spare hand, still holding onto her gem and seed. Either way, Violetta was still being carried by her momentum and largely overshot, her momentum bringing her in a practically straight line to the building opposite the street. She broke through the wall, but landed against the second wall inside feet first. Her legs, coiling like a spring under her, would've broken if they'd been all entirely normal. She pushed off, coming back again at roughly the same height, and squeezed the trigger again, wrapping herself in a large bright ball of incandescense, which was screaming as it sucked in oxygen out of the air, heading right for the girl. The seed in her off hand reached it's limit and kept going, practically feasting on her despaor.</s>	<\|message\|>Alice Earhart Before Alice could even try to talk her way out of fighting Violetta, the other girl had managed to get very close to her. Alice gasped and realized things were getting worst. Violetta squeezed the trigger and Alice this time felt the full force of the attack which sent her flying to the next building. Is there really no other way? Do we really have to fight? Seeing Violetta rushing towards her, Alice knew she had to make a decision fast. The other girl did not seem to be acting rationally. She just keeps rushing ahead like some kind of berserker's rage. If that were the case, Alice knew words could not possibly end this fight. She heard a crash and realized Violetta was closing in. Alice did several back-flips to get some distance from the other girl and proceeded to channel magic energy at her right hand. There was no other way...she had no choice. Alice noticed a grief seed and soul gem in Violetta's free hand. The grief seed seems to be at its limit.This is bad. If the fight continues... "Violetta!!! Please calm down! At this rate, you will-" The other girl did not seem to hear Alice's pleas and seemed ready to fire her weapon and the magical power seemed to be stronger and dangerous. Alice channel even more magical energy, now to both of her hands which made her whole body being engulfed by purple light. The magical energy formed into a ball-like form and Alice quickly placed both hands together. She quickly fired the magical beam attack to repel Violetta's own. Hopefully...this results in some explosion and I can escape. Pushing her further would not benefit me...nor Violetta.</s>
<\|description\|>Alice Earhart Age: 15 Gender: Female Appearance Personality: A girl who is very open-minded and fair. Initially, a girl who was filled with hatred and bend on revenge, she went back to her old self after a fateful encounter. Alice was a kind girl who disliked pointless violence, brutality and inequality among people which is why she is disgusted with the current situation in Aurora City. Despite supporting peace and co-existence, Alice is no public speaker and is a poor diplomat leading her to resort to actions she justifies as necessary. When passing judgement (aka killing), Alice usually does it swiftly if she believes her target to be too dangerous to be alive any longer. She rarely smiles and always has a cold calm expression on her face when transformed. When in civilian form, she is a little more relaxed and carefree but not much of a difference. After her recent heroic breakdown, she becomes a little crazy and tends to laugh when seeing her target in despair/pain. She will also get a thrill in battle when her target tries to run away however she remains her calm self when facing a tough opponent. Bio: Alice was just a normal girl till her whole family were killed in a battle between Shadow Compact and the magical girls.She was 14 then and it was only a year later that a Kyubey found her and asked whether she wanted to make a wish. Then, Alice was struggling just to survive. She had no home and no family. Magical Girls hunt her down for being normal and the normal people just cared about themselves. Moreover, Shadow Compact members had almost found her a couple of times but she managed to evade them. There was no way she would join them as she did not want to be any part of the conflict. She began to ramble to herself about wanting peace back and the conflict to end. The Kyubey then told her to wish that. However, Alice was worried about what will occur if she ever made such a wish. She had some knowledge of how the wish works and knowing it had no bounds made her afraid. She also knew of the existence of witches and them being former magical girls which was why she was hesitating for so long to the point the Kyubey left. Alice pondered about it and it was then she met a member of Serenity by sheer coincidence. Their mission of co-existence and equality became her inspiration and she made a wish to the Kyubey, who had returned. After becoming a magical girl, Alice tried to promote peace discreetly but saw nobody keen on the idea. She tried and tried till she realized diplomacy was not the only way. In every peaceful community, there will always be people having to do dirty work behind the scenes. Eventually, Alice's idea of a peaceful co-existence is when all the weeds (aka stubborn people) are killed. She tainted the soul gems of magical girls to claim grief seeds and also harshly treated the normal people to get her point across. While others aware of her actions saw it being harsh and sometimes brutal, Alice herself does not see it that way as she believed what she was doing was for the future peace. Due to her actions, she has somewhat of a 'friendly' relationship with the Incubators since she delivered them quite a number of grief seeds. Allegiance: She serves no one but is an 'ally' of the Incubators. Skills: Capable hand-to-hand fighter, able to fully utilize her powers well and expert survival skills. Weapons: None Other: Just a reminder, Alice is slightly mentally unstable at times. If conversed properly, she will join Serenity. She may join Aurora Authority or Shadow Compact depending on who talks to her. She will not join Trinity. Magical Girl Section: Magical Girl Appearance: Wish: The power to make co-existence a reality (her wish was granted but she was given power to make it by forceful means) Weapons: Alice has a size-changing scythe which she can recall to her if its away from her. Powers: Magical Energy Manipulation 1)Magic Zapz Cage: Alice needs to draw a circle on the ground and lure her target in. She will have to aim her scythe at her target from above and shout "Close!" for the cage to activate and the bigger the cage, the more magic need to maintain. The cage saps away the captive's strength & a magical girl's magic powers. Alice will usually proceed to torture the captive with her scythe. 2)Mind Reading: Alice needs to be focused and standing still in order to use it. 3)Healing Factor 4)Energy Manipulation Magic: Basically Alice can conjure anything within her power out of magic energy to use offensively such as magic energy balls that explode on impact, magic beams, magic spears,etc. She can also energized her scythe with magic energy to be sharper and durable.</s> <\|message\|>Fantine Hassane Fantine was a bit taken aback by Maria's question. Recruiting (sort of) Chloe was something Maria probably could be proud of, but Fantine didn't see that keeping Eponine's loyalty was something Maria should gloat about. If anything, Maria should be showing relief at having kept Eponine's loyalty, and maybe even a little shaken that she had risked losing it in the first place, but the way Maria asked this question implied that she felt neither. Of course, Fantine chose to indulge Maria's question, "If I were to guess, I think you're happy because you managed to make that other magical girl join you." Fantine chose to leave Eponine out of her response. She hadn't seen her sister so emotional for a long time, and didn't like how it seemed that Maria was taking such a powerful and shaking moment for Eponine and chalking it up as another 'achievement'. Though perhaps Fantine was misreading Maria's demeanor; Maria's response may reveal something else.</s> <\|message\|>Maria Goethe "Yes, that is correct. Truth be told, I was worried there for a minute, since there were factors into the rogue even I could not foresee. But that is in the past, and I'd rather look forwards to the future." She paused for a bit, and then leaned on the arms of her wheelchair with her elbows, her fingers clasped under her chin. Her eyes looked misty. "I'm also happy your sister understood me, despite having kept this from her. She is one of the few people I would never want to turn against me; what remains of my heart would be broken even further."</s> <\|message\|>Alexandra Hertz Algorithm The Witches Barrier stretched out before her, a snowy wonderland with glittering, icy trees that lined the sides of snow covered paths. Behind the winter wonderland one could see the hint of industry, the smokestacks on the horizon pumping out snow, and the bricks that popped up occasionally. A Barrier was the mix of a Witches nature, as well as the location it was in, and that was easy to determine now. But at this point it probably didn't matter to Eponine. At this point there were no Familiars, though doubtlessly she would find them further inside. They were naturally less prevalent towards the edges, especially if it was a newly formed Witch. She would have more of a problem with the environment itself, patches of ice beneath the snow, the light hiding steep drops and dead ends. Even her sense of direction would be affected, the land itself shifting around her, a winter wonderland thrown into mind boggling maze that she would have to traverse to the center of the barrier, or to wherever Violetta might be. And it wasn't as if the other girl was helping in that regard. She'd just have to do the best she could before things got worse in here.</s> <\|message\|>Eponine Hassane Because Maria showed weakness by saying that her heart would break if Eponine turned against her, Fantine reassessed how she viewed Maria. "I'm sure that in the beginning, Eponine served you only so she could protect me. I think I can say with confidence that that is no longer the case. Despite the walls she puts up around her, Eponine cares for you too. The two of us will never leave your side." --- If Violetta was in here as Eponine surmised, then the best way to find her was to head for the center. Eponine looked down as a slight jab of terror flashed through her. She had no idea what would happen if she lost her footing and fell into the sky, but just thinking about it made it difficult just to keep balance. Heights were not Eponine's strong point; her preferred method of fighting was being completely grounded and using her stability to her advantage. She was also not so good when it came to mobility, jumping from upside-down tree branch to upside-down tree branch would be a difficult chore requiring more magic than most other magical girls needed to use for such a feat. Eponine started dashing forward, taking careful jumps, trying not to be too wasteful of her magic, though she slipped a few times and used a bit of magic to give herself the little boost she needed to make it to the next branch. Eponine hoped she could make it to the buildings where she could at least stand on the ceiling before being assaulted by familiars.</s> <\|message\|>Maria Goethe Maria levitated a cup to her hand. "Thank you. It has been a long time since I've heard those words. They remind me of him..." Maria lapsed into a memory. It was a time when she was wandering the streets with Klaus. Despite having turned into one of the magi, the hated empresses of this world, he was still there, by her side. He wanted to protect her from all the violence and death that would inevitably follow the life of one touched by the Incubators. But I was wrong. I was the one who should have been protecting him. She remembered the day she found him, mangled and broken, his limbs twisted and blood flowing from his mouth like a stream. The horrors she faced at the orphanage were nothing compared to the suffering she felt at that exact moment, the moment where she realized there was no innocence left in the world, no hope for any happiness as long as people were free to do evil. She decided she would be above it all, above the pain, above the grief. Before she realized it, Maria crushed the cup in her hand, causing bloody shards to drop down on the floor. She now looked at her crimson palm pierced by ceramic barbs, her eyes quivering, not out of physical pain, but the pain her memories brought her. The hand was slowly regenerating due to her magical curse, but the shards stayed stuck to her hand, like they were naturally jutting out in a gross fashion out of her flesh. "Fantine, do you see what this is?" She showed her bloody hand to her. She wanted her to see what it was like to be cursed with magic, to understand that it was not pure magic, but corruption that flowed through their veins.</s> <\|message\|>Eponine Hassane "I understand, Lady Maria," Fantine said, while looking at Maria's bloody hand. "Eponine has also warned me against contracting, though sometimes I wish I could share your burdens. But that would only make Eponine worry even more." --- While Eponine was jumping branch to branch, one icy branch broke under her weight. As she fell, she hooked one end of her hammer onto a branch to catch herself, fortunately, though the branch strained, it did not break. Eponine watched as the branch that had broken continued to crash downwards into the infinite sky, as the terror of falling forever seized her. She shakily puled herself back up, using a bit of magic to compensate for upper body strength that she did not have. Once secure on the branch, she took a few breaths to steady herself. In this slow, dangerous manner, Eponine finally made it to one of the factories that spewed out endless streams of smoke that turned into snow that fell upwards. The branch she was on was close enough to a window of the factory, so she threw a hammer through it, creating a loud noise as glass shattered into the factory. Without thinking, she threw herself through the open window, glad to finally have something stable to stand on, though her jump was less than spot on, as her arm slid against a broken shard of window pane, and the ceiling of the factory was a lot further from the window than she thought. She plummeted down and landed hard on the ceiling. Things in her body felt horribly wrong, slight pain mixed with the memory of more intense pain she could no longer feel stabbed through her as she got back to her feet, shambling forward for a few moments like a zombie until she fell back to the ground. Even though her magic was defensive and even though she could not feel pain, it didn't mean that she didn't sustain damage normally, nor did it mean that she healed any faster than other magical girls. She lay there for a while contemplating her stupidity, as she healed. However now that she was closer to the center, there was a pretty high likelihood that she would be running into familiars, or even the witch itself fairly soon. She hoped her bones had knit by then.</s> <\|message\|>Maria Goethe "And for a good reason," Maria said as she used her magic to rip the shards off and reopened her wounds, causing a bit of blood to sprinkle on the two of them. Maria didn't flinch, and continued without hesitation: "The path of a magical girl is filled with nothing but despair. Only those with a strong will last for long once changed by the Incubators, and even then they would have to survive the numerous witches and other magi that they will inevitably meet in battle. But here you are safe, free from the fires of war. The moment you contract you will lose that freedom forever. Remember that," Maria said, before she left the dining hall and went to clean herself up.</s>	<\|message\|>Alice Earhart Alice knew she screwed up when it suddenly snowed. She looked at her surroundings to see glass trees and forests of ice. Alice sighed realizing she was in a witch's labyrinth probably due to the grief seed Violetta had on her. She wondered if the other girl was around though it was highly likely. There was no way she could have gotten away. Well...what should I do if I did run into her in here? Alice wondered if Violetta would actually think about working together in this particular situation. Alice noticed she was standing on quite a thin branch and it looked just about to drop. She jumped to a branch that looked bigger and stable. There was no way she was going to find out what was at the bottom of the labyrinth...if there even was a bottom. It was then she realized the labyrinth seemed upside-down and wondered what kind of witch was in store for her in the labyrinth. Violetta aside...the most important thing I need to do is locate the witch, defeat her and then get out before Violetta can start round two. There was no way I was going to have another fight with her so soon. I don't see any familiars around...maybe its due to the labyrinth being new. Alice decided to locate the witch and finish it off as soon as possible. If Violetta shows up, she would worry about it when the time comes. Alice then proceeded to the centre of the labyrinth. It has not been long since her last witch extermination and Alice wondered what kind of girl whose conjure such a labyrinth. She wondered if the girl was killed by Violetta...if that were the case, Alice shook her head. She needed to focus on getting out. "This has started to be quite an eventful day...hopefully, there are no more surprises after this..."</s>
<\|description\|>Yume Fubuki Age: 14 Gender: Female (Can pass for ambiguous when in her normal state) Appearance: Personality: Yume is calm and logical to an extent that may seem cold to others. However, when it is in her ability to be kind and benevolent, she is without hesitation. She is especially caring towards inexperienced magical girls, and wishes no real harm upon anyone. Yume is sorrowful about the eventual fate of magical girls, but has no doubt that it is unavoidable and dismisses any decision made for the sake of passion. She is somewhat a hypocrite, for when someone who she cares for is threatened, she protects them fiercely. Bio: Yume had an easier life than most magical girls. An only child of two well-off and loving parents, there wasn't much she would sell her soul for. This changed, however, after her mother was discovered to have Fibrodysplasia Ossificans Progressiva, a rare genetic disorder that slowly and painfully killed her. The day after her mother's funeral, a then eleven year old Yume was offered a contract in exchange for a single wish. Without hesitation, she accepted a destiny fighting witches in exchange for her mother's life. Had she been older and wiser, she would have realized that bringing her mother back from the dead would not reverse her condition. Yume soon saw the suffering she had inflicted on her mother, who was once again doomed to die in constant agony, and ended her mother's life with the blade of her own axe. She was forced to cut down her own father as well, after he went insane from the grief of losing his wife for a second time. Yume became a full time witch hunter after this, and serves every whim of the incubators. She has accepted the balance of despair and hope as a needed force to maintain the universe, and bases many of her actions on what will support it. Allegiance: Yume is loyal to the will of the incubators, but will form allegiances with other magical girls when necessary, and occasionally will take on an "apprentice" of sorts. Skills: Yume is incredibly skilled with her axe as a result of her years of experience. While she is not very physically strong, she is very fast and agile, and is a strategic thinker. When trying to be charming, Yume can be exceedingly persuasive. Weapons: As a magical girl, Yume rarely uses "normal" weapons, but carries a few switchblades for the sake of caution. Other: Yume has an intense dislike for men, especially adults. She also considers herself a vigilante, and will slay evil humans as well as witches. Magical Girl Section: Magical Girl Appearance: Wish: "I wish for my mother to come back to life." Weapons: Yume's main weapon is a large and ornate battle axe, which is chrome in color. Her weapon stems from her idea that destruction is necessary for advance and construction, much in the way that a tree must be chopped down with an axe for a house to be built. She can also summon small throwing axes to use as deadly projectiles. Powers: Because of the way her wish brought back the dead, Yume uses Life Magic. However, she cannot bring people back to life completely healed. Her abilities allow her to only bring back the recent dead, and they can only reverse the effect of the killing blow, so any long term damage, such as cancer, would be unaffected.</s> <\|message\|>Chloe Hartmann Chloe had to think for a moment on her own intentions. "Straight into the hornet's nest, huh..." She wasn't totally set on fighting with this unknown magi, though it seemed that her prospective opponent wanted a fight, or was looking for an excuse. Maybe Chloe was just projecting. In the end, she fell back on the logic that had kept her from death or corruption: What would be the most entertaining option? "Ah, so you saw that little bit of work, did you? You guys really do have eyes and ears everywhere... Well, it was made to be found, so I'm happy it could serve its purpose. Glad you liked it. Yeah, I made that 'effigy' as you call it. And... yeah, I'm on my own. Too much responsibility otherwise, y'know? Too much stress. Surely you know what I mean." Chloe was beating around the bush, trying to get a rise out of Eponine, who, while it seemed as though she should be smoldering, seemed to have something of a stone visage. This was entertaining for the carefree girl, though it was possible she was pushing her luck just a little too far in front of this stranger she had never met. "Right... Anyway, you say your owner wants to talk to me? How unusual. I suppose it wouldn't do for you to go against orders, huh? Yeah, I'll come with. Lead on, though forgive me if I stay transformed. I don't really have any reason to trust you or any number of armed goons you might have waiting in the bleachers. Name's Chloe, by the way. Chloe Hartmann. Don't bother with a background check. I bet you won't find that name in any databases these days. The poor and the downtrodden are so often overlooked by those in power."</s> <\|message\|>Violetta FitzCarraldo. (Veee oh-let-ter, not Vayyy-oh-let-ter. She gets annoyed if you mispronounce it.) Violetta took the low streets, jogging through underpasses and skipping part public parks. The early morning dark before dawn was sufficient to hide her, she didn't need to be picked out by Shadow Compact searcher lights. The fact thqt Shadow Compact searcher lights weren't actually a thing never crossed her mind as she casually vaulted over a criss-cross of metal and wire that might've once been a fence and landed cleanly on the other side. She found herself in an industrial part of town, full of humans, and chose that moment to slow down, taking in deep draughts of smoke. A thought crossed her mind. She cupped her hands and breathed into them, and was rewarded with a tiny cloud of smog circling her hands. She grinned. Of course, there was no reason this wouldn't work. Humans had put so much coal and grit and smog into the air, but she'd never thought that it'd be affected by her strange superpower as well as more mundane stuff, like steel bars and the like. She set off again, the thin wisps of smoke clinging to her like an evening dress. She stopped when her phone rang, though. It was Adrian. The girl had been found, and she'd gone quietly. All units were to report back to their stations, and carry on their respective duties. He hadn't even said sorry. Violetta sighed, taking out her frustration on a parked car. It left a dent, but didn't make her feel any better. Maybe she was just cranky because she hadn't used a seed in a while. Whatever it was, she turned around and headed back home, barely even noticing the magical girl genocidist purifying her gem on the other corner.</s> <\|message\|>Alexandra Hertz Kyubey nodded, shifting so he could look at the map that she brought up, at the same time that she could. For the moment he refrained from hopping onto her wheelchair, since that would most likely have posed significant health hazards. And while death was only an annoyance, it was a general waste of time that could be better spent dealing with the matter at hand. Once she had the map in a place where he could see it, he gestured towards it with a nod. The disturbances we noticed in the cities general magical field seemed to be coming from the cities industrial sector, he informed her. That would narrow down the search area, if a little, but it also made things more complicated at the same time. Mostly because it was a location not inside her fief. And yet that didn't seem to matter to Kyubey at the same time. That should be enough information for you to begin. Certainly any sort of magic based experiments would be difficult to hide, so Maria could probably use some of her contacts to start looking at some suspects. Unless there's something else you'd like to know? --- Alexandra sat quietly as Kolya went about describing the state of affairs that he had to inform her of. The first was not a surprise, since it was something she had heard about earlier, though she hadn't had to deal with it herself. But something like this would be her particular province, unless she chose to delegate it to one of her underlings. "I'll look into it," she replied as she took the forms, placing them off to the side so she could read them once this meeting was over. The news from the Goethe estate was interesting but of no concern, since they seemed to have the matter in hand, and her time ass too important to waste on a single disturbance. Of more concern was the last matter he had for her, but as Kolya spoke, Alexandra remained relaxed. A light smile graced her lips as she glanced over at Caroline, before turning her attention back to the man before her. "I don't think that will be necessary," she said once he had finished. "We don't know what their intentions are, and while they may be planning something, a pre emptive strike will most assuredly incite a war. As things stand now, Elysium would be honor bound to come to our aid if the UN attacked. We aren't some collapsing state they can throw to the dogs, not if they want to be taken seriously." Managing Elysium could be a pain. But so long as she kept Aurora peaceful and strong, she could count on their support. And hopefully that would be convincing enough for Kolya --- Algorithm @Krauxis "Got it boss," Adrian replied once Eponine had finished issuing her instructions. He relaxed a little as he walked away, leaving the two magical girls to themselves and whatever Maria had planned for the rogue. Once out of sight, he called the other search teams, calling them off. The border would resume it's old activity, a promise of the situation handled to anyone who had noticed the unusual behavior. Now it would be for Eponine to handle, and it would be up to her and Chloe to decide whether this would end in a fight, or if they would instead travel to the Goethe estate without further issue, especially from the guards who would recognize their superior and let her and her guest through without issue.</s> <\|message\|>Maria Goethe "No, that's just what I needed!" She said with a smile as bright as the sun. "Thank you Kyubey!" She leaned over to the white creature and attempted to pet it. Figures they would hide in the industrial sector. Dora sure is sloppy for letting this slip by her, that dumb blonde. Well, it's all the more reason for me to rearrange the pecking order once I'm in charge, and she's gonna be demoted to a Squire. I don't have time to deal with it myself, but if I remember correctly, she should be having her patrol right in that section... Maria then signed out of the computer and took out her cellphone. She flipped it open with a much more rigid gesture than you would have assumed by her happy disposition, and picked out a number. She spoke to the phone with calm authority. "Violetta? Yes, this is Maria. I've been informed that there's been sightings of illegal magical research at the industrial sector. Conduct an investigation and apprehend the people behind this activity. Once you're done report back to me."</s> <\|message\|>Eponine Hassane During the conversation, Eponine felt a bit twitchy, ready to activate her force field should Chloe make any sudden moves. It actually flickered on and off a few times, though it wasn't visible. Though Eponine understood what Chloe meant by responsibilities, she felt that being part of a system was actually more liberating; she didn't have to think for herself or make her own decisions. Eponine saw the concept of freedom as a trap, and Chloe as one who was foolish enough to fall for it. Eponine was surprised Chloe would come so easily. "I expected you would," Eponine said, referring to Chloe's decision to stay in her magical girl state, "and I hope you won't mind if I do the same." "Chloe Hartmann? I'll remember it," Eponine said as she pulled her hammer out of the ground and leaned it over her shoulder, as she thought about Chloe's statement about the poor. She considered her own past and how she gained power. She thought about the advantages of being among the anonymous masses, letting fate and the greater powers dictate one's life. How satisfied one would be if one simply accepted their position. And if one was not satisfied, there were methods to follow, there was service to be rendered, in order to rise in the ranks. Outside of the system, nothing was guaranteed, there were no steps to follow, and one was forced to live with one's self and one's own decisions, a thought that terrified Eponine for some reason. Eponine decided to not speak to Chloe. Eponine headed back towards the border where her jeep waited, expecting Chloe to follow. She got on and ordered, "Take us back to Lady Maria's estate."</s>	<\|message\|>Yume Fubuki Yume gently touched the grief seed to her soul gem, watching it funnel away the black substance that had tainted the grey-pink color. "Sorry, friend." she thought, blinking back budding tears. "Don't you dare cry." she scolded herself. This is how it always turns out, how it has to be. Without this sacrifice, the world, no, everything, would fall apart. She knew that before she took them on and became their sister in heroics, and she'd promised herself not to let her feelings get in the way of the greater good. But still...she couldn't stop thinking about them. This grief seed in particular had once been the soul gem of a girl very close to her heart, someone who'd trusted and looked up to her. "Why?! Why you too?! I could have helped you, why did you fall into despair?!" she screamed, holding the grief seed painfully tight. "Where are you, you damn rodent. I want to know what happened." Yume hissed, starting to feel her anger fade and be replaced by coldness.</s>
<\|description\|>Yume Fubuki Age: 14 Gender: Female (Can pass for ambiguous when in her normal state) Appearance: Personality: Yume is calm and logical to an extent that may seem cold to others. However, when it is in her ability to be kind and benevolent, she is without hesitation. She is especially caring towards inexperienced magical girls, and wishes no real harm upon anyone. Yume is sorrowful about the eventual fate of magical girls, but has no doubt that it is unavoidable and dismisses any decision made for the sake of passion. She is somewhat a hypocrite, for when someone who she cares for is threatened, she protects them fiercely. Bio: Yume had an easier life than most magical girls. An only child of two well-off and loving parents, there wasn't much she would sell her soul for. This changed, however, after her mother was discovered to have Fibrodysplasia Ossificans Progressiva, a rare genetic disorder that slowly and painfully killed her. The day after her mother's funeral, a then eleven year old Yume was offered a contract in exchange for a single wish. Without hesitation, she accepted a destiny fighting witches in exchange for her mother's life. Had she been older and wiser, she would have realized that bringing her mother back from the dead would not reverse her condition. Yume soon saw the suffering she had inflicted on her mother, who was once again doomed to die in constant agony, and ended her mother's life with the blade of her own axe. She was forced to cut down her own father as well, after he went insane from the grief of losing his wife for a second time. Yume became a full time witch hunter after this, and serves every whim of the incubators. She has accepted the balance of despair and hope as a needed force to maintain the universe, and bases many of her actions on what will support it. Allegiance: Yume is loyal to the will of the incubators, but will form allegiances with other magical girls when necessary, and occasionally will take on an "apprentice" of sorts. Skills: Yume is incredibly skilled with her axe as a result of her years of experience. While she is not very physically strong, she is very fast and agile, and is a strategic thinker. When trying to be charming, Yume can be exceedingly persuasive. Weapons: As a magical girl, Yume rarely uses "normal" weapons, but carries a few switchblades for the sake of caution. Other: Yume has an intense dislike for men, especially adults. She also considers herself a vigilante, and will slay evil humans as well as witches. Magical Girl Section: Magical Girl Appearance: Wish: "I wish for my mother to come back to life." Weapons: Yume's main weapon is a large and ornate battle axe, which is chrome in color. Her weapon stems from her idea that destruction is necessary for advance and construction, much in the way that a tree must be chopped down with an axe for a house to be built. She can also summon small throwing axes to use as deadly projectiles. Powers: Because of the way her wish brought back the dead, Yume uses Life Magic. However, she cannot bring people back to life completely healed. Her abilities allow her to only bring back the recent dead, and they can only reverse the effect of the killing blow, so any long term damage, such as cancer, would be unaffected.</s> <\|message\|>Alice Earhart Alice sweat-dropped and she could feel the hostility coming from the girl named Violetta. Moreover, it was only now that Alice noticed the other girl had some kind of weird contraption with her. Some kind of weapon...maybe it will be hard to keep this peaceful. Alice wondered if she had been too hasty in transforming. It was like an invitation for a fight when its between magical girls...and Alice quite enjoyed those fights as she had fun 'playing' with her opponents. She shook her head as her 'crazy side' almost came out. Alice knew just by looking at her that Violetta was not like the small fries she had faced. She needed to keep calm. Alice crossed her arms and pretended to think about it. "Labs? The only things I know are the numerous factories and plants you see all around the sector. Much of the noise they make sure sound like explosions to me. If you are looking for meth, I could probably find you a place they sell for cheap though I would have to bust them up since the stuff is bad, hahahaha!" After she finished laughing at her own joke, Alice continued. "So how about it? If you want some meth, I can find some for you." She said that with a smile on her face however her right hand is already grasping her small scythe necklace preparing for battle. I can just lead her to the lab...but leading her while fighting will be more fun...and I want to talk to a member of the Authority anyway and also, I want to see her abilities and that weapon of hers...</s> <\|message\|>Chloe Hartmann So is this your true form, then, Maria Goethe? Or is there something deeper still? "'Fraid you've made two mistakes, Lady. The first is assuming I care about what happens to the Compact. No sense hiding it if you already know, we have a relationship of mutual manipulation. I use them because I can't be everywhere at once, and I like the way they operate, and they use me because the strength of a magical girl is no joke, as I'm sure you know. "The second mistake is appealing to my sense of justice. I couldn't give less of a damn if the city descends into anarchy and becomes the territory of witches. Every damned human here could die for all I care. They're all garbage to begin with. You, your political struggle, the state of Aurora, Incubators, the 'law,' all of it can crumble. Me, all I want is to have fun." She took a moment to take another sip of milk, seeming oblivious to the dark aura that had engulfed the room. The balance of power had shifted dramatically, but it wasn't like Chloe was out of bargaining chips either. "I don't like being threatened, though I can't say I didn't see it coming. I'll take your threat as fair play. The truth is," Chloe continued as she stood out of her chair. Sitting was awkward for her when she was transformed, and standing just felt a little more natural. "I just want what's best for me, see. I won't ever be loyal to you, because I... I just can't. I'm not loyal to the Compact, or to Aurora or anybody but myself. That said, you," she said as she pointed to Maria, before shifting her hand and gaze to where Eponine was sitting, seeming a bit shaken by the ordeal, "and you. You're fun. It seems like interesting stuff might happen around you. And one day, if I go along with this charade, I might get to fight you guys fair. Maybe even kill you. I wouldn't be bored for like a week if that happens. Or maybe I'll die. Won't ever be bored again that way either." This was a lot of talking, more than Chloe was used to doing all at once, though it was her own fault for her rambling way of speaking to others, she knew. "So... fine. Because it's interesting, I'll let you use me in whatever game you have concocted. But I won't... can't promise loyalty. I might kill you one day. Or smash up your house. Or even betray you. There's just no other option for me. You've gotta take it or leave it, Lady. But it might do you some good to discuss that with your subordinates, they might be a bit restless with the idea."</s> <\|message\|>Violetta FitzCarraldo. (Veee oh-let-ter, not Vayyy-oh-let-ter. She gets annoyed if you mispronounce it.) The street instantly grew a few degrees colder, and Violetta tilted her head, curiously. Factories, as far as she she understood the term, were big houses to store even bigger machines in. Most of them should've been abandoned a long time ago as the raw materials that had to be supplied to them ran out. Unless there were such a thing as magical girl truckers, shipping and handling precious goods between places so the humans didn't whinge so much about not being fed all the time, but that seemed ridiculous to her. So who or what was exploding the factories? Magical girl fights? She brushed those thoughts aside, dismissing them as unimportant. This girl got on her nerves, and she could tell the reverse was true, too. She was cocky, loud, and shifted her weight between her feet like she was ready to break into irish dance at any moment. Or maybe she really was ready to fight. Vi shifted her weight, and gripped at the metal rod of her flamethrower like a drawn sword. The small light at the end flicked on, and danced in the early morning chill. From a quick glance at it, Violetta read a wind speed barely over a knot. That meant lighter winds, maybe some three or four knots, the higher you rose, and with a ranged weapon like hers, wind speeds mattered. She was still wrapped in her smoke coccoon, which was still a plus. And there was a seed in her pocket, all that was left of Michelle "Cirno" McCarthy, that was still another advantage "Nah, but thanks for the offer." She began, acting like they weren't each doing the magical girl equivalent of the showdown at high noon. "Tried it once, and it just makes you feel like you're controlling your body with a marionette. It's awful. But boss' orders are to shut it down, so i've got to do my duty like a good little government lapdog. Así es la vida."</s> <\|message\|>Maria Goethe Though Maria didn't show it on the outside, she was furious. She was outraged at the insolence of the rogue for completely defying her threats on Shadow Compact and her life and talking back to her with reckless abandon, but more than that, she was angry at herself for making a mistake like she said. It never occurred to me that a Shadow Compact agent wouldn't have any loyalty to them. Or a sense of justice for that matter. How could I have been so blind? Maria's rage started to take the forms of fantasies: they were about dragging her to the basement and torturing her, making her slowly bleed until the floor pooled with her blood. However, she managed to take a hold of herself once she remembered that she was actually willing to co-operate in a certain fashion, and Maria had a policy of not turning down the help of useful people, as loathsome as they could be. There was also the fact that Maria finally had a means of communication with Shadow Compact that was unknown to the rest of the Authority, which meant she now had as good chance as ever of actually achieving her objectives. Still, she couldn't believe how little value the rogue placed on her own life or the life of anyone else, and wondered for a moment if she was actually a witch in human form, so alien did her thinking seem to her. After a moment of sitting silent and staring at the rogue like an overweight man would look at a plate of salad, she finally spoke, in a low voice: "Take these." She called Fantine over and had her deliver two items to Chloe: a flash drive and a cellphone. She explained the items: "The cellphone is in case I need to contact you or Shadow Compact. It only has my number listed, but you can call other numbers with it too. The second item is a flash drive: it contains important data on all the territories and personnel of Aurora City with the exception of mine or my people. It also has a list of weak points: buildings, locations and the like. Attacking these weak points is sure to destabilize the government and loosen Alexandra's grip over the city. Shadow Compact would sacrifice several magical girls to get their hands on that, so treat it with care." She paused for a moment, and then said: "In return, I only ask for one thing: the name of the one who would stand up to me without fear."</s> <\|message\|>Eponine Hassane When Chloe stood up, Eponine did the same, wordlessly grabbing her hammer in preparation for a surprise attack from Chloe. All this talk of rebellion confused Eponine, and not only was tension rising between Chloe and Maria while they negotiated, Eponine felt an increased tension between herself and Maria. But when Chloe told Maria to 'discuss her plans with her restless subordinates', Eponine retorted, falling back to her default thinking, "How dare you question my loyalty to Lady Maria?!" For Eponine, it was more of an emotional release; it was so much simpler to not have to think, to fall back on habit, on programmed behavior. Of course, Eponine would have to ask Maria about it later, but for now, Eponine took comfort in her zealotry, solidarity, loyalty, ignorance, and blindness. Fantine did as commanded, while Eponine shifted from foot to foot nervously until Fantine was a good distance from Chloe. Eponine worried now more than before since Maria was actually sharing vital information with an unstable deviant, but resolved to hold her tongue until after Chloe had left. When Maria asked Chloe for her name, Eponine stared at Chloe with a look of judgment, mixed in with a slight smugness. Of course, Eponine already knew Chloe's name since she ahd told her, but Eponine wanted Chloe to say it herself as Maria had ordered. For Chloe to tell Maria to ask Eponine to tell her her name would be an act of incredible insolence that Eponine was not going to tolerate. She gripped her hammer tightly, waiting for Chloe to make that mistake and give Eponine a justifiable reason to smear her bloody corpse-paste along the estate grounds.</s>	<\|message\|>Yume Fubuki At the Incubator's response, Yume felt her anger be snuffed out by shame. "You are correct. Forgive my childish temper." She now spoke quietly, shifting back into her normal form. Betraying her lingering feelings, she let out a small sigh and tucked her platinum hair up under a baseball cap. This coupled with a regular shirt and pants made her appear a young boy, something that freed her from any suspicions of being magical girl when it be dangerous to be one. That's just how she liked it. "Fly under the radar and no one will hassle you." was her continual motto. It could be dangerous for a rogue like herself in this world of nobles and their subordinates, and she had no intention of making her situation worse, what with the whole "despair" thing and all. "I'm honestly surprised to have gotten a response out of you, Kyubey." she said breezily. "Which makes me regret having wasted your time." As she started off, however, someone caught her eye. A man. Sneaking glances at her. She shuddered and turned toward him, maintaining a good distance so as not to appear threatening. "May I help you?" She asked politely.</s>
<\|description\|>Yume Fubuki Age: 14 Gender: Female (Can pass for ambiguous when in her normal state) Appearance: Personality: Yume is calm and logical to an extent that may seem cold to others. However, when it is in her ability to be kind and benevolent, she is without hesitation. She is especially caring towards inexperienced magical girls, and wishes no real harm upon anyone. Yume is sorrowful about the eventual fate of magical girls, but has no doubt that it is unavoidable and dismisses any decision made for the sake of passion. She is somewhat a hypocrite, for when someone who she cares for is threatened, she protects them fiercely. Bio: Yume had an easier life than most magical girls. An only child of two well-off and loving parents, there wasn't much she would sell her soul for. This changed, however, after her mother was discovered to have Fibrodysplasia Ossificans Progressiva, a rare genetic disorder that slowly and painfully killed her. The day after her mother's funeral, a then eleven year old Yume was offered a contract in exchange for a single wish. Without hesitation, she accepted a destiny fighting witches in exchange for her mother's life. Had she been older and wiser, she would have realized that bringing her mother back from the dead would not reverse her condition. Yume soon saw the suffering she had inflicted on her mother, who was once again doomed to die in constant agony, and ended her mother's life with the blade of her own axe. She was forced to cut down her own father as well, after he went insane from the grief of losing his wife for a second time. Yume became a full time witch hunter after this, and serves every whim of the incubators. She has accepted the balance of despair and hope as a needed force to maintain the universe, and bases many of her actions on what will support it. Allegiance: Yume is loyal to the will of the incubators, but will form allegiances with other magical girls when necessary, and occasionally will take on an "apprentice" of sorts. Skills: Yume is incredibly skilled with her axe as a result of her years of experience. While she is not very physically strong, she is very fast and agile, and is a strategic thinker. When trying to be charming, Yume can be exceedingly persuasive. Weapons: As a magical girl, Yume rarely uses "normal" weapons, but carries a few switchblades for the sake of caution. Other: Yume has an intense dislike for men, especially adults. She also considers herself a vigilante, and will slay evil humans as well as witches. Magical Girl Section: Magical Girl Appearance: Wish: "I wish for my mother to come back to life." Weapons: Yume's main weapon is a large and ornate battle axe, which is chrome in color. Her weapon stems from her idea that destruction is necessary for advance and construction, much in the way that a tree must be chopped down with an axe for a house to be built. She can also summon small throwing axes to use as deadly projectiles. Powers: Because of the way her wish brought back the dead, Yume uses Life Magic. However, she cannot bring people back to life completely healed. Her abilities allow her to only bring back the recent dead, and they can only reverse the effect of the killing blow, so any long term damage, such as cancer, would be unaffected.</s> <\|message\|>Eponine Hassane Eponine thought about what would happen if she walked this path with Maria. She imagined the lives shattered by the destruction and chaos that would come. She imagined having to fight against magical girls that she had fought alongside in the past. But then she thought of rows of soldiers, marching neatly; magical girls lined up at attention, under one banner. People's lives, regulated to minimize both hope and despair to prevent unwanted contracts; witches dispatched in a precise and surgical way, more like an industrial farm than a hunt. Could all this be possible? But what wasn't possible, if only a magical girl could dream big enough? Since becoming a knight of Aurora, Eponine had stopped dreaming, and suffered the same slow death as the city. But Maria...she never stopped dreaming, she had the will to make it work. "I will follow you my lady," Eponine said, "and I renew my pledge of loyalty to you, and you only." She took Maria's hand and first touched it to her own forehead, and then brought it to her lips in a medieval gesture.</s> <\|message\|>Alice Earhart book of bad juju Alice had wondered what was taking Violetta so long to get over where she was. She noticed the other girl readying the contraption and it somehow spewed flames. Alice was on guard despite believing Violetta had taken out that weapon of hers to clear the debris and enter the lab. It was a good thing she was, the next thing she knew Violetta aimed the weapon of hers and fired it at her. Alice managed to block some of the magical flames by using her own magic to shield herself with her arms but she did not escape unscathed. She could feel her arms were burnt but not too badly. Alice looked over at her soul gem and saw it was still pure. She still had a spare grief seed she had kept for emergencies. Alice just had a calm expression on her face when Violetta started laughing. "Do we really have to fight, Violetta? Here I thought we were getting along." Despite Violetta's current extreme hostility towards her, Alice stood her ground in trying to solve it peacefully. She needed to be firm with herself and not give in to her battle urges. "I just want us to talk and get to understand each other. That was why I decided to help you. For you to attack me, you have probably classified me as an enemy of the Authority but am I YOUR enemy? Are you really just some dog of the Authority? Are you fine with following orders blindly? Just what in the world do you believe in?" After that speech made from her frustration and sense of helplessness, Alice steeled herself for battle but she still did not arm herself with her scythe. She must know what drove Violetta before deciding if she was really an enemy of hers. If she was, she would not hold back...at all. Alice looked straight at Violetta's eyes. She would not turn away.</s> <\|message\|>Violetta FitzCarraldo. (Veee oh-let-ter, not Vayyy-oh-let-ter. She gets annoyed if you mispronounce it.) "Do we really have to-" began the other girl, before she was interrupted. Violetta had closed the gap, her legs hammering repeatedly against the rooftops. She punched up, her fire machine an extension of her arm. She barely had time to squeeze the trigger as she aimed and fired it at point blank at her stomach. If she missed, she'd try to hit her with her spare hand, still holding onto her gem and seed. Either way, Violetta was still being carried by her momentum and largely overshot, her momentum bringing her in a practically straight line to the building opposite the street. She broke through the wall, but landed against the second wall inside feet first. Her legs, coiling like a spring under her, would've broken if they'd been all entirely normal. She pushed off, coming back again at roughly the same height, and squeezed the trigger again, wrapping herself in a large bright ball of incandescense, which was screaming as it sucked in oxygen out of the air, heading right for the girl. The seed in her off hand reached it's limit and kept going, practically feasting on her despaor.</s> <\|message\|>Alice Earhart Before Alice could even try to talk her way out of fighting Violetta, the other girl had managed to get very close to her. Alice gasped and realized things were getting worst. Violetta squeezed the trigger and Alice this time felt the full force of the attack which sent her flying to the next building. Is there really no other way? Do we really have to fight? Seeing Violetta rushing towards her, Alice knew she had to make a decision fast. The other girl did not seem to be acting rationally. She just keeps rushing ahead like some kind of berserker's rage. If that were the case, Alice knew words could not possibly end this fight. She heard a crash and realized Violetta was closing in. Alice did several back-flips to get some distance from the other girl and proceeded to channel magic energy at her right hand. There was no other way...she had no choice. Alice noticed a grief seed and soul gem in Violetta's free hand. The grief seed seems to be at its limit.This is bad. If the fight continues... "Violetta!!! Please calm down! At this rate, you will-" The other girl did not seem to hear Alice's pleas and seemed ready to fire her weapon and the magical power seemed to be stronger and dangerous. Alice channel even more magical energy, now to both of her hands which made her whole body being engulfed by purple light. The magical energy formed into a ball-like form and Alice quickly placed both hands together. She quickly fired the magical beam attack to repel Violetta's own. Hopefully...this results in some explosion and I can escape. Pushing her further would not benefit me...nor Violetta.</s> <\|message\|>Violetta FitzCarraldo. (Veee oh-let-ter, not Vayyy-oh-let-ter. She gets annoyed if you mispronounce it.) It didn't. The blast of pure magical energy broke straight through the mere fire like a knife through butter and struck the girl on her side. She dropped, landing on the hard concrete and staying down. She twisted and writhed, but her leg felt broken. Violetta patted herself down, and felt it before the pain hit. There was a piece of her flesh ripped out of her hip. It went down somewhere awfully pinkish, and Vio turned her head away. She'd have to keep a low profile for a while, say, five or ten minutes for this little wound to heal itself up and she'd be right as rain. Even now, she could hear the weird rustling as the fabric knitted and wove itself back together, it wasn't even a thing. Something jumped in her hand. The one not holding the flamethrower which she'd been pointing up trying to stop the other girl from getting too close. She looked down. It was right next to her amber gem, and it was sucking out a hundred little specks of black misery out and, for want of a better word, gorging on the grief. And it was pulsing, and twisting the air around it, and struggling against her grip. She dropped her gem, picked up the seed in two fingers and threw it, in the general direction of the troublemaker, but it was far too late, the seed was already going to hatch as it flew through the air and distorted all of space and time around i- Violetta woke up, and saw a million snowflakes dancing past her eyes. She was wrapped around something, a giant tree trunk made of glass and crystal. It would've been quite pretty, if it weren't all upside down. The ceiling stayed steady as a rock while the floor stretched away to infinity, and the only thing stopping her from finding out what lay down, except by falling in and finding out. Must be a witch's labyrinth, Violetta thought. Eventually,a familiar will show up. Maybe even the witch itself. Or the girl would beat her, rip the labyrinth apart, and she'd be able to backstab her as she came out of the labyrinth. With that in mind, there was no better thing to do but stay here and out of her way. Revenge for Germany could wait. She snuggled down under her layers of clothing and glared at the light bouncing every which way.</s> <\|message\|>Maria Goethe Maria smiled, and nodded in response to Eponine's gesture. She was glad to know Eponine was behind her cause, since she was one of her most important agents. However, there was something she wanted confirmed while she was making preparations. "Good. Now, your first task is heading to the industrial sector and assisting Violetta with her investigation on a magi lab, and bringing the culprits to justice. It's been a while since she has responded back to me, and I'm worried something has happened there. I'm not going to have the risk of the city blown up in some crazy experiment ignored and ruining our plans."</s> <\|message\|>Yume Fubuki Yume watched the Incubator leave, still thinking over what it had said to her. She was so distracted that when Chloe spoke, her skin jumped. Whipping around quickly, she saw the older girl standing there. "I'm not so worried about witches." she replied, slowly taking her hands out of her pockets and letting them hang at her sides. Trying to keep her tone light and casual, she said "Is there a problem? I'm not looking for a fight, you know." Normally she wouldn't be so cautious, but something about this girl seemed...off. "You have sharp senses." she noted. "Most people can't tell that I'm a magi."</s> <\|message\|>Chloe Hartmann Shoving her hands in her pockets, Chloe gazed up at the sky innocently. "Didn't say nothing like that, ma'am, though thanks for reaffirming my belief." She let her eyes return to the girl in front of her. "I'm not exactly in the mood for a throwdown myself, but there's just certain things you can't be too careful of, you know. In my case, I've gotta watch my own back. You with the city? Or are you one of those rogues I've heard so much about these days?" Chloe kept her face totally blank of expression for the time being. She wasn't really sure why she was egging this girl on before she even knew the girl's name. Perhaps she was just more stressed out than she was willing to admit. Either way, something in her brain, her programming, was compelling her to keep speaking instead of just moving on like she would any other day.</s>	<\|message\|>Yume Fubuki Yume frowned. How could she have made an assumption like that? Things like this always seemed to happen when she was trying to stay out of trouble. "I don't know how to respond to your question. Just being careful, as you said." She spoke mostly without emotion, but a hint of humor seemed to creep its way in nevertheless. "Do you have a name, or is that classified?" As much as this other girl seemed untrustworthy, Yume still was a bit curious about her.</s>
<\|description\|>Yume Fubuki Age: 14 Gender: Female (Can pass for ambiguous when in her normal state) Appearance: Personality: Yume is calm and logical to an extent that may seem cold to others. However, when it is in her ability to be kind and benevolent, she is without hesitation. She is especially caring towards inexperienced magical girls, and wishes no real harm upon anyone. Yume is sorrowful about the eventual fate of magical girls, but has no doubt that it is unavoidable and dismisses any decision made for the sake of passion. She is somewhat a hypocrite, for when someone who she cares for is threatened, she protects them fiercely. Bio: Yume had an easier life than most magical girls. An only child of two well-off and loving parents, there wasn't much she would sell her soul for. This changed, however, after her mother was discovered to have Fibrodysplasia Ossificans Progressiva, a rare genetic disorder that slowly and painfully killed her. The day after her mother's funeral, a then eleven year old Yume was offered a contract in exchange for a single wish. Without hesitation, she accepted a destiny fighting witches in exchange for her mother's life. Had she been older and wiser, she would have realized that bringing her mother back from the dead would not reverse her condition. Yume soon saw the suffering she had inflicted on her mother, who was once again doomed to die in constant agony, and ended her mother's life with the blade of her own axe. She was forced to cut down her own father as well, after he went insane from the grief of losing his wife for a second time. Yume became a full time witch hunter after this, and serves every whim of the incubators. She has accepted the balance of despair and hope as a needed force to maintain the universe, and bases many of her actions on what will support it. Allegiance: Yume is loyal to the will of the incubators, but will form allegiances with other magical girls when necessary, and occasionally will take on an "apprentice" of sorts. Skills: Yume is incredibly skilled with her axe as a result of her years of experience. While she is not very physically strong, she is very fast and agile, and is a strategic thinker. When trying to be charming, Yume can be exceedingly persuasive. Weapons: As a magical girl, Yume rarely uses "normal" weapons, but carries a few switchblades for the sake of caution. Other: Yume has an intense dislike for men, especially adults. She also considers herself a vigilante, and will slay evil humans as well as witches. Magical Girl Section: Magical Girl Appearance: Wish: "I wish for my mother to come back to life." Weapons: Yume's main weapon is a large and ornate battle axe, which is chrome in color. Her weapon stems from her idea that destruction is necessary for advance and construction, much in the way that a tree must be chopped down with an axe for a house to be built. She can also summon small throwing axes to use as deadly projectiles. Powers: Because of the way her wish brought back the dead, Yume uses Life Magic. However, she cannot bring people back to life completely healed. Her abilities allow her to only bring back the recent dead, and they can only reverse the effect of the killing blow, so any long term damage, such as cancer, would be unaffected.</s> <\|message\|>Violetta FitzCarraldo. (Veee oh-let-ter, not Vayyy-oh-let-ter. She gets annoyed if you mispronounce it.) Halfway through her second wad of chewing tobacco, Violetta looked up and glanced around. She narrowed her eyes, and if she could've flexed her ears like a dog she would've. Something had gone crash, some distance away. In an infinitely large place of trees, the sound of glass and stone was definately an anomaly. She spat, and the black gob flew down and away into the sky, following a branch. That was new. Had that been there before? Violetta turned, trying to guess where the thing had came from. She picked herself up, and pocketed the wad of chewables, before leaping from tree to tree like she was trying to kick them down, like a manic pinball going for the highest score, all in an attempt not to fall into the abyss. It worked, and she'd covered some decent ground before she'd reached the end of the treeline. There was a building there, a brick chimney place with one conspicuous window that had been smashed open. She perched on the windowsil, and looked inside. It was her. The black bitc- The Hellhound of Aurora. The lady didn't seem to want to trust her anymore, (Not without reason, Violetta's conscious added) so she'd apparantly decided to send her pet hamster to control her. She fumed, internally, and kicked aside some of the glass still in the sil. Her shadow was blocking the light into the place. With any luck, she'd look menacing and intimidating and not as pissed off as she felt. She opened her mouth, and began talking. "Oi." She began. That seemed suitably dismissive." This is a Valkyrie operation. If you want something, go wait outside and we'll get to you when we can."</s> <\|message\|>Yume Fubuki Yume took a few steps back, slightly put off by this girl's behavior. "Well, Chloe, I don't necessarily believe in 'destiny'." she shrugged. "Although my previous experiences with other magi have given me some doubt." a slight smile appeared on her lips. "What about you, miss? Do you believe yourself, or are you just playing with me?" Her fingers twitched, ready to defend against a possible attack. Chloe didn't seem threatening at the moment, but Yume had to be prepared for anything.</s> <\|message\|>Eponine Hassane "I understand, my Lady," Fantine said and bowed slightly as Maria left. book of bad juju Eponine looked up at Violetta, and spoke, in a dry, robotic tone that sounded almost as monotonous and boring as an end-user license agreement, "I hope my presence is not taken as insult. My Lady merely lost contact with one of her operatives namely you; and as is common procedure, sent someone to investigate, namely myself. Though now that your safety has been determined, and you have also expressed confidence in completing the mission on your own, I do not wish to leave the barrier as I would personally rather not have to go through that inverted forest again, so if it's all the same to you, I will aid you in taking down this witch, which I believe is the fastest way to get us both out of this labyrinth. You can keep the grief seed, I will simply report to my Lady that you are well and in process of completing your mission." Eponine stood back up, having almost completely healed, though she did pop her neck in an unsettling manner.</s> <\|message\|>Violetta FitzCarraldo. (Veee oh-let-ter, not Vayyy-oh-let-ter. She gets annoyed if you mispronounce it.) Violetta jumped down onto the ceiling, and glared at the other girl while the bi- the Hellhound launched into her prepared shtick about what she was sent to do. She listened with half an ear, not even deigning to give the girl her full attention. The edges of the rooms were covered with work posters, half obscured with the darkness. The only real light in the room had been the hole in the window she'd freed up, filling the room with a single beam which little clouds of dust danced and made little words in the clouds. She tried to read one, but it vanished and changed as soon as she made sense of it. Witch logic. A little pop brought her attention back to the girl blending in to the darkness. She stifled a grin, trying to stop the joke about not being able to see her in the dark, and tried to keep a straight face while she briefed her. "Well, fine. Just so long as you don't try to stab me in the back. Oh, and just so you know, there's a magical girl in the labyrinth the boss wants dead. Try to take her down, silent-like, if you can. Blonde, purple dress. Should stick out like a sore thumb around these parts."</s> <\|message\|>Alexandra Hertz book of bad juju@Stern Algorithm@TrixyTrix The wait that had gone by unbidden was now over, and all those currently inside the Witches Barrier would soon notice as Familiars began to appear. They were drawn to the magical energy given off by the various girls when they were in their current form, though returning to simple human would act as a disguise. But at the same time though, it would obviously make them less able o defend themselves if they were to be attacked. White snow bunnies hopped along, almost cute if it weren't for the razor fangs and glowing red eyes. Their form seemed uncertain though, shifting and shimmering in the light, making it difficult to tell exactly where they were in this whole mess of white and ice, though not impossible by any means. So they arrived, hopping along the ceiling and moving towards the three girls that had dared to intrude, even if one of them was directly responsible for the formation of the Witch in the first place. The time to talk was over. If they wanted to survive this experience, they would have to fight. And even now, the Witch had yet to enter into her full glory.</s> <\|message\|>Eponine Hassane "Another magical girl?" Eponine asked. "I was not informed of this. My Lady said that this was simply a recon mission. Did my Lady specifically order this magical girl destroyed, or is this a result of your own judgment? Did she pose a threat to you, or is she perhaps connected to the location of interest in some way?" A rabbit familiar leapt at Eponine, who flourished her hammer and loudly pounded the familiar into a bloody pulp in the ceiling. She turned to Violetta, "Also, I don't do 'silent-like'."</s> <\|message\|>Violetta FitzCarraldo. (Veee oh-let-ter, not Vayyy-oh-let-ter. She gets annoyed if you mispronounce it.) Algorithm Was that a joke? It was so hard to tell, in the darkness. Violetta blinked, unsure of what exactly to say. Then her brain came up with something good. "She attacked an officer of Aurora City Authority." she began, gesturing vaguely to her hip. There was nothing there, between all the waiting, but it got a point across. "Assault on an officer of the ACA, Resisting Arrest, Conspiracy to Commit Criminal acts, Unauthorized Invocation of Witches..." She went on, the capital letters slotting easily into place. They had a magic all of their own. They could make you believe what you thought was wrong. She counted on her fingers, trying to sell the lie. "Attempting to deceive an ACA agent in the Execution of their Duties- these aren't petty crimes. We cannot allow such things to be done against the Lady's name, entendido?"</s> <\|message\|>Eponine Hassane Eponine did not mean her question accusatorily, she merely wished to resolve the information discrepancy. "Understood. Such a criminal should be brought down at once." Eponine sighed, she'd had enough dealing with rogues for one day. "Were you able to ascertain her affiliation, if any? You also mentioned Unauthorized Invocation, so she was responsible for this witch?" Eponine asked this just to connect the pieces, though to someone who was lying, it may have come off as if she were questioning the validity of the statement. The rabbit familiars kept coming, so Eponine assumed her default formation as frontline tank, using her powerful melee and defensive magic to stave off enemies, while allowing Violetta to do ranged area control.</s> <\|message\|>Chloe Hartmann Chloe pursed her lips, looking up in the sky with her hands in her pockets. "Destiny, huh..." It was a question she had to think about, and that made her anxious. After everything that had happened today, she had out herself in a valuable, if dangerous, position. Was that destiny? Or luck? "Nah, I suppose you're right. Destiny's just made up." The only acceptable conclusion was that Chloe reached her position through skill, intuition and hard work. Everything else was just passing the buck. "So, that brings us back to my original question. I dunno who you are, and that's dangerous. Haven't even told me your name yet, and that's just rude. I feel like you're just jerking me around. I don't like that much. Been jerked around enough today. And now I'm tired and frustrated. Need a stress relief." Chloe's sentences got shorter and more terse as she continued speaking, and her muscles tensed in her arms. It wasn't visible, but she was gripping the brass knuckles in her pockets tightly, squeezing them like a stress ball as she worked herself up. She wasn't even that angry at this stranger, but something inside her had shifted gears, putting her in 'fight mode.' "You've admitted that you're a magi, so that means you won't die if I hit you, right? Right?" With a dull flash, she pulled her hands out of her pockets, her brass knuckles turning into her signature giant magical fists, and her headphones shined with a dull light that signified their transformation as well as she changed fully into magical girl form. With her huge hands, she pointed a finger at the girl in front of her. "I'm nice enough to wait for you to transform today, so consider yourself lucky. In exchange, if I beat you, you're gonna tell me who you are... or else I'll kill you."</s> <\|message\|>Violetta FitzCarraldo. (Veee oh-let-ter, not Vayyy-oh-let-ter. She gets annoyed if you mispronounce it.) Algorithm The shifty white blob things were pouring into the building, and the conversation was cut short by the Hellhound turning and pounding a rabbit into so much veal mince. Good thing, too, because Violetta had already drawn her weapon in order to teach the annoyingly curious girl a lesson. Her little pre-act of anger was hidden in all the rush, and presumably the other girl had just assumed she'd pulled it out to fight. And all the better, because now there was a whole bunch of punching bags to take her anger out on. Humans were boring to kill. They screamed, and ran away at the slightest little burn, and the smell always made her hungry. Even witches rarely did more then sit still and throw stuff. She grinned, the fire dancing behind her eyes already, glancing around the room, and taking stock of sightlines. Screw ranged combat. She took a pose like a sprinter at a marathon, and charged. She went at a cluster of the things, staying low, her arms cradling her weapon of choice as it spewed out a spray of hellfire to her right. For a moment, it caught the shaft of light, turning the globules into a greasy oil-slick rainbow in the sky, before the pilot light stole the greens and blues, leaving only the red greasy fire. Violetta slid across the inverted ceiling, knocking out a cluster of the hideous things without even slowing down. That was important. You slowed down and you died. She hit the wall, and bounced off it, repeating her maneuver from earlier.</s>	<\|message\|>Yume Fubuki Yume merely shrugged and transformed, a long white and pink dress flowing from her chest down to the hem and replacing her regular clothes. She summoned her main axe and propped the handle on her shoulder before speaking. "Very well then. If you want a fight, than a fight you shall have." She let her eyelids drop into a lazy, carefree position that matched her smile. "You could have just asked for my name, you know. But since you seem insistent on this outcome, I'll save that for later." "'Nice enough', what a joke."</s>
<\|description\|>Yume Fubuki Age: 14 Gender: Female (Can pass for ambiguous when in her normal state) Appearance: Personality: Yume is calm and logical to an extent that may seem cold to others. However, when it is in her ability to be kind and benevolent, she is without hesitation. She is especially caring towards inexperienced magical girls, and wishes no real harm upon anyone. Yume is sorrowful about the eventual fate of magical girls, but has no doubt that it is unavoidable and dismisses any decision made for the sake of passion. She is somewhat a hypocrite, for when someone who she cares for is threatened, she protects them fiercely. Bio: Yume had an easier life than most magical girls. An only child of two well-off and loving parents, there wasn't much she would sell her soul for. This changed, however, after her mother was discovered to have Fibrodysplasia Ossificans Progressiva, a rare genetic disorder that slowly and painfully killed her. The day after her mother's funeral, a then eleven year old Yume was offered a contract in exchange for a single wish. Without hesitation, she accepted a destiny fighting witches in exchange for her mother's life. Had she been older and wiser, she would have realized that bringing her mother back from the dead would not reverse her condition. Yume soon saw the suffering she had inflicted on her mother, who was once again doomed to die in constant agony, and ended her mother's life with the blade of her own axe. She was forced to cut down her own father as well, after he went insane from the grief of losing his wife for a second time. Yume became a full time witch hunter after this, and serves every whim of the incubators. She has accepted the balance of despair and hope as a needed force to maintain the universe, and bases many of her actions on what will support it. Allegiance: Yume is loyal to the will of the incubators, but will form allegiances with other magical girls when necessary, and occasionally will take on an "apprentice" of sorts. Skills: Yume is incredibly skilled with her axe as a result of her years of experience. While she is not very physically strong, she is very fast and agile, and is a strategic thinker. When trying to be charming, Yume can be exceedingly persuasive. Weapons: As a magical girl, Yume rarely uses "normal" weapons, but carries a few switchblades for the sake of caution. Other: Yume has an intense dislike for men, especially adults. She also considers herself a vigilante, and will slay evil humans as well as witches. Magical Girl Section: Magical Girl Appearance: Wish: "I wish for my mother to come back to life." Weapons: Yume's main weapon is a large and ornate battle axe, which is chrome in color. Her weapon stems from her idea that destruction is necessary for advance and construction, much in the way that a tree must be chopped down with an axe for a house to be built. She can also summon small throwing axes to use as deadly projectiles. Powers: Because of the way her wish brought back the dead, Yume uses Life Magic. However, she cannot bring people back to life completely healed. Her abilities allow her to only bring back the recent dead, and they can only reverse the effect of the killing blow, so any long term damage, such as cancer, would be unaffected.</s> <\|message\|>Violetta FitzCarraldo. (Veee oh-let-ter, not Vayyy-oh-let-ter. She gets annoyed if you mispronounce it.) Violetta jumped down onto the ceiling, and glared at the other girl while the bi- the Hellhound launched into her prepared shtick about what she was sent to do. She listened with half an ear, not even deigning to give the girl her full attention. The edges of the rooms were covered with work posters, half obscured with the darkness. The only real light in the room had been the hole in the window she'd freed up, filling the room with a single beam which little clouds of dust danced and made little words in the clouds. She tried to read one, but it vanished and changed as soon as she made sense of it. Witch logic. A little pop brought her attention back to the girl blending in to the darkness. She stifled a grin, trying to stop the joke about not being able to see her in the dark, and tried to keep a straight face while she briefed her. "Well, fine. Just so long as you don't try to stab me in the back. Oh, and just so you know, there's a magical girl in the labyrinth the boss wants dead. Try to take her down, silent-like, if you can. Blonde, purple dress. Should stick out like a sore thumb around these parts."</s> <\|message\|>Alexandra Hertz book of bad juju@Stern Algorithm@TrixyTrix The wait that had gone by unbidden was now over, and all those currently inside the Witches Barrier would soon notice as Familiars began to appear. They were drawn to the magical energy given off by the various girls when they were in their current form, though returning to simple human would act as a disguise. But at the same time though, it would obviously make them less able o defend themselves if they were to be attacked. White snow bunnies hopped along, almost cute if it weren't for the razor fangs and glowing red eyes. Their form seemed uncertain though, shifting and shimmering in the light, making it difficult to tell exactly where they were in this whole mess of white and ice, though not impossible by any means. So they arrived, hopping along the ceiling and moving towards the three girls that had dared to intrude, even if one of them was directly responsible for the formation of the Witch in the first place. The time to talk was over. If they wanted to survive this experience, they would have to fight. And even now, the Witch had yet to enter into her full glory.</s> <\|message\|>Eponine Hassane "Another magical girl?" Eponine asked. "I was not informed of this. My Lady said that this was simply a recon mission. Did my Lady specifically order this magical girl destroyed, or is this a result of your own judgment? Did she pose a threat to you, or is she perhaps connected to the location of interest in some way?" A rabbit familiar leapt at Eponine, who flourished her hammer and loudly pounded the familiar into a bloody pulp in the ceiling. She turned to Violetta, "Also, I don't do 'silent-like'."</s> <\|message\|>Violetta FitzCarraldo. (Veee oh-let-ter, not Vayyy-oh-let-ter. She gets annoyed if you mispronounce it.) Algorithm Was that a joke? It was so hard to tell, in the darkness. Violetta blinked, unsure of what exactly to say. Then her brain came up with something good. "She attacked an officer of Aurora City Authority." she began, gesturing vaguely to her hip. There was nothing there, between all the waiting, but it got a point across. "Assault on an officer of the ACA, Resisting Arrest, Conspiracy to Commit Criminal acts, Unauthorized Invocation of Witches..." She went on, the capital letters slotting easily into place. They had a magic all of their own. They could make you believe what you thought was wrong. She counted on her fingers, trying to sell the lie. "Attempting to deceive an ACA agent in the Execution of their Duties- these aren't petty crimes. We cannot allow such things to be done against the Lady's name, entendido?"</s> <\|message\|>Eponine Hassane Eponine did not mean her question accusatorily, she merely wished to resolve the information discrepancy. "Understood. Such a criminal should be brought down at once." Eponine sighed, she'd had enough dealing with rogues for one day. "Were you able to ascertain her affiliation, if any? You also mentioned Unauthorized Invocation, so she was responsible for this witch?" Eponine asked this just to connect the pieces, though to someone who was lying, it may have come off as if she were questioning the validity of the statement. The rabbit familiars kept coming, so Eponine assumed her default formation as frontline tank, using her powerful melee and defensive magic to stave off enemies, while allowing Violetta to do ranged area control.</s> <\|message\|>Chloe Hartmann Chloe pursed her lips, looking up in the sky with her hands in her pockets. "Destiny, huh..." It was a question she had to think about, and that made her anxious. After everything that had happened today, she had out herself in a valuable, if dangerous, position. Was that destiny? Or luck? "Nah, I suppose you're right. Destiny's just made up." The only acceptable conclusion was that Chloe reached her position through skill, intuition and hard work. Everything else was just passing the buck. "So, that brings us back to my original question. I dunno who you are, and that's dangerous. Haven't even told me your name yet, and that's just rude. I feel like you're just jerking me around. I don't like that much. Been jerked around enough today. And now I'm tired and frustrated. Need a stress relief." Chloe's sentences got shorter and more terse as she continued speaking, and her muscles tensed in her arms. It wasn't visible, but she was gripping the brass knuckles in her pockets tightly, squeezing them like a stress ball as she worked herself up. She wasn't even that angry at this stranger, but something inside her had shifted gears, putting her in 'fight mode.' "You've admitted that you're a magi, so that means you won't die if I hit you, right? Right?" With a dull flash, she pulled her hands out of her pockets, her brass knuckles turning into her signature giant magical fists, and her headphones shined with a dull light that signified their transformation as well as she changed fully into magical girl form. With her huge hands, she pointed a finger at the girl in front of her. "I'm nice enough to wait for you to transform today, so consider yourself lucky. In exchange, if I beat you, you're gonna tell me who you are... or else I'll kill you."</s> <\|message\|>Violetta FitzCarraldo. (Veee oh-let-ter, not Vayyy-oh-let-ter. She gets annoyed if you mispronounce it.) Algorithm The shifty white blob things were pouring into the building, and the conversation was cut short by the Hellhound turning and pounding a rabbit into so much veal mince. Good thing, too, because Violetta had already drawn her weapon in order to teach the annoyingly curious girl a lesson. Her little pre-act of anger was hidden in all the rush, and presumably the other girl had just assumed she'd pulled it out to fight. And all the better, because now there was a whole bunch of punching bags to take her anger out on. Humans were boring to kill. They screamed, and ran away at the slightest little burn, and the smell always made her hungry. Even witches rarely did more then sit still and throw stuff. She grinned, the fire dancing behind her eyes already, glancing around the room, and taking stock of sightlines. Screw ranged combat. She took a pose like a sprinter at a marathon, and charged. She went at a cluster of the things, staying low, her arms cradling her weapon of choice as it spewed out a spray of hellfire to her right. For a moment, it caught the shaft of light, turning the globules into a greasy oil-slick rainbow in the sky, before the pilot light stole the greens and blues, leaving only the red greasy fire. Violetta slid across the inverted ceiling, knocking out a cluster of the hideous things without even slowing down. That was important. You slowed down and you died. She hit the wall, and bounced off it, repeating her maneuver from earlier.</s> <\|message\|>Yume Fubuki Yume merely shrugged and transformed, a long white and pink dress flowing from her chest down to the hem and replacing her regular clothes. She summoned her main axe and propped the handle on her shoulder before speaking. "Very well then. If you want a fight, than a fight you shall have." She let her eyelids drop into a lazy, carefree position that matched her smile. "You could have just asked for my name, you know. But since you seem insistent on this outcome, I'll save that for later." "'Nice enough', what a joke."</s> <\|message\|>Eponine Hassane Eponine saw Violetta dash forward in a furious frenzy of flame, completely disregarding the team combat set-up that Eponine had intended to prepare. Eponine had hoped that they could push through these familiars together, but Violetta blazed ahead by herself, leaving Eponine to slowly golf the familiars around her away from herself. Eponine tried to run after the scorching trail that Violetta had burned out but more familiars kept piling in, closing the path between Eponine and Violetta. One of the rabbit familiars lunged at Eponine, but given the danger of thesituation, her force-field was already active, so the rabbit simply bounced off. Eponine continued to walk forward, hoping that they would reach the witch soon, swatting away familiars that stood in her way, muttering "reject" to activate the force-field wrapped around her hammer in order to launch familiars that came in contact with it away at tremendous force. She was severely irked by Violetta's lack of cooperation.</s> <\|message\|>Chloe Hartmann 'If you want a fight,' she says. No doubt about it, this girl's passive nature had a way of getting under Chloe's skin. It wasn't that she wanted to kill her or anything, it was simply that she had grown bored, and fighting was fun. Even if Chloe was at risk of death in this fight, boredom was its own death to a certain class of being. Without another word, Chloe cracked a wide grin and slammed her fists onto the ground, using the force to aid a forward lunge at faster than normal speed. Before closing the distance between the two of them, she extended her hands forward, fingers outsretched, aiming for the other girl's weapon, which seemed to be a large axe. Weapons like that were a threat to a fistfighter like Chloe, but if she could get her hands on it, they would be on more even ground. If she could grab hold of the girl's weapon or even her weapon-arm, things would follow from there, and it would be exceedingly difficult to stop Chloe's momentum from that point. And speaking of momentum, if her lunge was blocked, the force should be enough to drive the girl backwards or perhaps knock her off balance.</s>	<\|message\|>Yume Fubuki "Aggressive, aren't you?" Yume thought as the girl launched herself at her. She quickly swung her axe out in front of herself and grabbed one end in each hand, feeling Chloe's momentum slam into her. She was pushed several feet back as a result of the older magi's superior strength, and had to dig her heels into the ground to prevent herself from slipping farther. Grinding her teeth in effort, Yume stepped to the side, attempting to set Chloe off balance.</s>
<\|description\|>Rico Avvar Appearance: Gender: Male Age (At-least 15): 22 Power: Psychometry -Photographic Deduction: to figure out connections in whatever the user is investigating and process them extraordinarily fast. -Retrocognition: to discern events of the targets past. Weakness: he must be able to touch the object/person he is investigating. Skills: Agile, Perceptive, Tri-section staff training Occupation: Detective Personality (Optional): TBR Weapon (Only one, if its a gun, be real about the amount of ammo you have, dual wielding counts as one weapon):</s> <\|message\|>Alexi Rayne Alexi woke up to see her room was darker than usual, thinking nothing of it, she lit a cigarette and continued to get dressed like every day. After getting dressed, Alexi pulled back the curtains to see dark skies and no sun. "It can't be." She said, looking at her phone and at her wall clock which both read 10:31 a.m. "The fuck is this." Alexi said, now confused on either she woke up with the clocks set wrong or that darkness has taken over. As she made her way outside to get the newspaper, she stopped, realizing that there was no paper in her lawn, she now notice the town looked abandoned. "Okay this is weird." She said taking a drag of her cigarette</s> <\|message\|>David Markova David woke up he slept in late today. It was 10:30 but it was still dark. "What ur hell?" He walked out side seeinf how dark it was. But it's the of the morning. Also where was everyone. "What's going on?"</s> <\|message\|>Marcus walks out of the funeral home and smiled as he looked up at the sight of a dark sunrise, a sight he has always wanted to see "Ahh, sweet darkness" he looked around at the graves on his property, and inhaled, then he went back inside and took a relaxing shower and got dressed wearing dark clothing and he went to check his to do list, seems he has a lot to do, "hmmmm, Vincent." waited for a response "Vincent?"</s> <\|message\|>Rico Avvar Rico woke at his desk, sitting up slowly he saw it was still dark outside and was about to just go back to sleep when he noticed the clock said 10:33am "what..." he tapped the clock to see if it was stuck, which it wasn't, "...the hell?"</s> <\|message\|>Aldaric Varomere "Repent! Repent and be saved!" Some asshole was outside with a damn sign. ... Damn it's pretty dark out, wait... what time is it? "I have seen the sign!" Aldaric was outside on the streets yelling around like a madman. He wasn't alone. A few people had come outside to join him, putting their hands together and panicking. "The Sun will turn as red as blood! Night unending! Now is the time to seek the One!" Aldaric was a bit of a nut, but he was a devout nut. What no one else realized, was that he had himself been changed that morning. He watched in horror as the sun darkened after sunrise, blackness spiraling up from the earth into the sky deep into it's solar heart. At that very moment, Aldaric had cowered and prayed for protection. That was when he got his power. Any direction Aldaric looked, the souls of those around him lit up like glow worms, like fireflies, catching his attention. These were the souls he must save! He would help them. he would be a light for them and strengthen their spirits.</s> <\|message\|>Ramona Belvedere "What's going on?" Ramona pulled her curtains away from her windows, expecting to see light when only darkness appeared. A brisk look to the digital clock on her night stand told her only was morning- yet there was no sunlight. She walked out of he apartment door and down the stairs onto the street below. People were panicking, down the street she could hear someone yelling some type of religious babbling. "Can anyone tell me what's going on?" Suddenly light shined on her face. She thought she would find this relieving, but her skin burned- everywhere the light touched made her feel like she would burst into ashes. She screamed and ducked from the light, escaping in the alleyway behind the apartment buildings. She fought for her breath, her chest heaving in labored efforts. Ramona brought her hands up to her face and noted that there was no blood, but the sting stayed on her skin. "W-what's wr-wrong with me?"</s> <\|message\|>David Markova David walked around wonderng what was going on. He touched a street light that was still on. When he touched it something hapened. He felt stronger for some reason, but the street light, and the one next to it went out. He took his hand away and said "Thatwas weird.." David looked around trying to see if he could find anyone else</s> <\|message\|>Maverick Cooper Mood Music Quiet, empty and dark. These are the words that would come to mind when describing the small neighborhood that Maverick was making his way into. He walked down the middle of the street staring down, not at the ground, but past it as though it wasn't even there. He had on a jacket, T-shirt, black jeans and Converse that were all dirty and had dark crimson splotches stained on them save for his headphones. A cord ran from his headphones to his jacket pocket where his hands were currently. As he continued in his almost zombie walk down the street his mind was pledged by what he saw, still trying to rationalize it from just a few hours prior to him being here. "It's- it's not real." he said to himself. "It couldn't be. There is no way that something like this could happen. Someone must have slipped me something at the party, yeah." Maverick was referring to a party he was hired to DJ for where this nightmare had started for him. "Then I must have passed out for some reason, and now I am in some jacked up dream." Just when Maverick thought was reaching for an explanation to this mess he had realized that there was no way he was slipped any drugs because he had only drank two sodas, and they were both sealed laying at the bottom of the ice-chest. What could explain what happened then? The party was winding down, and the sun coming up. Then blackness, blackness and screams for a full three minutes as people tried to figure out what was happening, and why they couldn't see. In the distance you could hear cars crashing and other sounds of disorder, but the worst of all was what followed the darkness. due to the streetlights still being on Maverick was able to catch glimpses of what was happening, but even that was more than he wanted. He was already in shock and his eyes were still adjusting to the dark, but he saw a black figure, that appeared rather large from what he could see, began killing people with its scythe like arms or weapons. More screams, lots of blood and even more panic than before. Maverick was lost, and alone as he walked almost catatonic by all the houses. He had only been like this once in his life, but now it returned for different reasons and yet the same. Maverick had seen something that he couldn't believe was true, something that didn't make logical sense by any book, psychosis or theory he could come up with. He was so preoccupied with his thoughts he didn't even notice the young woman who had come out of her house seeming to be looking for something before muttering a few words and smoking her cigarette. He was walking somewhere he wasn't quite sure, but he knew nothing else to do.</s> <\|message\|>Marcus Looks around the funeral home he owned and didnt see Vincent "What in the world is going on here" he heard voices coming from outside, "WHO'S THERE!" he walked outside and looked around and saw no one at first "SHOW YOURSELF!!" then with his command, a skeletons hand bursts out of a nearby grave and it clenched into a fist and then proceeded to climb out of the grave and look around. In shock he looked at the skeleton as it rose out of the grave and move around, What in the world is going on here?" he asked as he looked at his hands as a dark energy seemed to flow around them, like faint mist off a freezing cold bag of frozen veggies in a warm room, "I wonder" he waved his hands around and a blast of Dark Magic, shot out and blasted the skeleton to bits "WHOA!!" he looked down at his hands and swallowed some spit then he brought his hands together and a swirling ball of dark magic formed and he pulled his hands apart and it was like a small ripple of energy but it blanketed the graves like a dense fog "Amazing" he looked at his hands and then looked around and smiled as the fog seeped into the graves and he raised his hands and skeletons and corpses bursted out of the ground</s> <\|message\|>Aldaric Varomere "Repent. There is still hope!" Aldaric was going on, waving his cardboard sign. Then, he stumbled upon the funeral home with a ton of zombies popping out of the ground. "What unholiness is this?!? You there! Cease this evil deed and you will be absolved by the One." He pointed at Marcus.</s>	<\|message\|>Rico Avvar Despite it still being dark Rico had work to do grabbing some things from his desk and slinging his tri-staff on his back he set out, but when he got out the door he saw how dark it really was, and that there was no one around. "this is strange" he thought aloud as he walked down the street, he eventually came upon the funeral home seeing the zombies rising out of the ground and a man shouting at someone esle "what the hell!!"</s>
<\|description\|>'Nori' Motluma Species: Slime Mother Amidst an old prison block painted pink and oily black from filth along its edges, a 5'10 female figure sits on a small chest in the back of the room. As the light touches its flesh, the realization of its translucence becomes as clear as the membrane that covers its jaw shifts. The glint of a small ruby and a sapphire loom in the sockets of the skull. They soundlessly float before snapping to attention. Role: 'Watchman, Scavenger' Skills: Nori naturally functions on a form of protosynthesis which consists of building onto their mass with the assimilated mass of what it consumes*. Boneless dexterity- Beyond the limitations of consumed materials, Nori's and her brood's mass can fit through most cracks and crevices. This also allows them to form multiple appendages of various shapes and sizes Eyes of slime- In a room of minions, how noteworthy would a single pink slime be? Translucent and toting a single human skull floating in its mass, Nori holds an empathetic link over the slow-moving entities. Their defense is mainly sharpening appendages to slash at things that may get too close, but they serve to relay the presence of anomalous activity back to the mother. Details are hazy, mostly detailing strenuous activity. Greater Brood- Numerous slimes under Nori's control can condense into a greater foe, their power increasing if any adventurers had died in the room, as weapons and other chunks of metal are usually swept into its mass. This is usually in response to increased activity, an automatic defense mechanism wherever a good quantity of her slimes inhabit (usually around treasure caches due to the skeletons yet to be picked clean and broken down before returning to feed Nori). The greater brood will break down most metals deemed to be useless and separate after combat, individually bringing nutrients back to Nori. Crystalline Shell- When faced with threats, the material Nori is made of, as well as controlled slimes, can condense and harden. The hardened consistency makes it difficult to damage the slimes' nucleus, although limits its damage because of its size and lack of flexibility. Nori, herself, can draw in residual slime to harden herself for combat, although this is a gradual process. However, while hardening, Nori's defense rises as they heal with every passing moment from reconstituting material. Fire can bypass this defense and any wise attack on this miniboss should be done as quickly as possible. Depending on how long the fight takes, dispersing 'feeler' slimes might take a few minutes to an hour. = The shell can be used in conjunction with basic melee attacks, quickly turning a brawl into a knife-fight. Also, this armor has its own health which temporarily builds onto Nori's. Personality: Bubbly and playful, often coming off naive. They aspire to build up their own treasure pile, though have found content in protecting others'. Nori is actually quite violent under the surface, disassociated with pain and how organics feel it. Not many adventurers make it to her lair, most of them were forced to regret the decision; The Slime Queen isn't one to toy with trespassers only until after victory is assured. Background: Fed on the bones of a powerful sorceress, the blood and filth of the room gave way to magic sentience which forced impurities out in order to become its own form. Other than that, existence and co-existence is a daily exercise. Memories of the old sorceress still linger, although they are strained, at best, and often come as dreams. Other: (To maybe be added)</s> <\|message\|>Important NPCs Throughout the entire labyrinth, a ringing of bells was heard. The labyrinth's occupants had long ago discovered that the watchtower bell of the buried city that served as Lessavo's tomb still functioned, and it had been agreed that in times of great emergency the bell could be rung, summoning all creatures who were able to this vast city, indeed the only place capable of holding them all, for a council, by which decisions could be made to determine the fate of their home. As the monsters of the Tomb gathered, they were barely surprised to see that the one atop the watchtower, frantically ringing the bell, was Henry, a necromantically reanimated skeleton. There were many such skeletons living in this place, but Henry stood out from them all both in appearance, his helmet and armor dented beyond repair, and in reputation. Henry was known throughout the Tomb for his constant failures, accidentally breaking traps, disrupting spells, ruining supplies, and causing all other manner of screw-ups. Indeed, many of the Tomb's inhabitants growled and mumbled threats as Henry began to speak, his voice echoing off of this place's earthen walls for all to hear. "Uh, hello everybody. It's me again, Henry, though you probably already know who I am. Well, umm, earlier this morning my head got knocked off and somebody, I don't know who, kicked it so hard that it rolled out of the tomb. And, uh, when I went to retrieve it, I may have left the tomb's entrance open. An adventurer saw me, and followed me back to the entrance. I tried to attack him, I really tried, but I slipped and fell into the swamp, and, uh, he, umm, sorta got away... so yeah, the humans know about this place now, probably." The crowd roared, threatening to turn into a mob, wanting to tear apart Henry's bones. Their home would surely be ruined! That adventurer was probably on his way back here with a whole party of adventurers now, coming to destroy their home. Even those who were not chasing Henry through the streets were loudly arguing about what should be done about this, creating a deafening and chaotic cacophony.</s> <\|message\|>Ubel "We must obscure the entrance! Perhaps the humans will believe their ally to be insane." even as Ubel suggested it the idea was shaky. If the group he brought had a competent enough caster they would see right through it. But it was better to make bad suggestions than say nothing... Though the ones hunting down Henry weren't coming up with anything. "Or... maybe we uh... maybe we can have the scavengers burn down some nearby town? Draw the adventurers towards that? Surely Parsel can find a nice, little defenseless one? Maybe full of human children or elderly? That might draw them away..." this was even less plausible than his first suggestion... it may just draw more humans... but again Ubel believed talking to much was far better than talking to little. "Or... uh... maybe we can..."</s>	<\|message\|>'Nori' Motluma "It would help!" Nori chirped in reply to Ubel's first suggestion before continuing, "Maybe if we rip up a few trees and rocks they'll get landmarks wrong and miss the entrance that way." Following suit with bad ideas, unless they tore up landscape somewhere else other than outside the obscured enterance, In their opinion obscuring the entrance was the best idea anyone has had so far, besides chasing down that incompetent buffoon. Frankly, Nori personally wanted in on what happened once the mob caught him, but unlike Henry, she had faith that they could get the job done well enough that it wouldn't be everyone else's burden, later. "Humans like kids and the dying for some reason, putting them in peril would make it worse..." she mused, already scrambling her hive throughout her hall and sparsely in the area around it.</s>
<\|description\|>Jin-Wei Long Age: 18 (Totes 18 in Dragon years.) Height: 5'6 in Human Guise, 8 foot tall and 16 foot long as a Dragon. Species: Chinese Dragon. Character Image:</s> <\|message\|>Jin-Wei Long How had it come to this? Weary were the mint-pigmented eyes that slide across to his right-hand side, orbs that had seen more than the human mind could ever think of baring, and survived the trials that such a tediously long life-span tested the Dragons with. Yao Long was Emperor, everyone who took interest in a world knew this. The middle aged man that sat with one leg crossed upon his throne, fingers braced to his chin and with long, brunette hair pulled back into a lax, darping style, a picture of elegence when he was depicted in the emerald and spring stitchings of his Han-Fu, idly fanning himself with the spread, wooden etchings of a coiling beast, one he, like his son beside him, could relate to. In the silence of the golden pillars and marbelled flooring, a multitude of jade and precious colours, the two thrones sat in eager waiting. "Promise me you will behave, Jin-Wei. Assure me there will be none of your childish frivolities whilst our guest remains in the palace." A voice of command, and respect, but not to the young man who stared ahead, towards the double-doors of their throne-room. Jin-Wei had grown mildly handsome in his youth, with hair akin to his fathers pigments that reached his neck and broadening shoulders. Stoic and astute was the expression worn at all times... but it was all in the eyes. Saffron golds with a spike for a pupil, alive and very much animal. These royal facades that sat, awaiting their guests, were nothing more than animals at the end of the day. Civilized reptiles. "I don't make promises I can't keep, Baba." A voice befitting a sleek reptilian, the words were soft and almost whispered, but the words spoke volumes themselves. Baba, the more informal choice of a Father-suffix, and the disregard for his elders fears did not sit well with the old Emperor. Five thousand years, and this was how his son treated him? SMACK. The searing sensation of a palm across his cheek, the scorn behind it palpable in the air, Jin-Wei sucked air through his teeth and naturally recoiled further right from his Father's hastened scolding, his own, honey-toned finger tips resting softly on a reddening mark across his face. Yao had not seemed to have even moved, let alone glance in his son's direction, eyes intent on the door-way, awaiting the gaurds that would escort their guest. "Then you will learn to ensure to keep the promises you make. Sit up straight, your posture is disgraceful."</s> <\|message\|>Benome "I promise to be back soon Mother, Father." The cool dirt pressed up against his forehead, clinging to his hair as if refusing to let him go. Very gently, he combed through the auburn locks, catching the damp soil on his fingers and ushering it back to the earth like a protesting child to bed. Coaxing and coddling and whispering sweet little nothings to soothe it's excited nervous mind. Tucking that sweet sleepy rambling child back into the folds of the earth and lingering knelt by it's bedside until it's own ever changing thoughts subsided into that of dreams and it's breathing slowed into a lullaby of it's own. And one looks upon such a child and understands why they put up with it's incessant demands and sporadic outbursts, with every tantrum and crying session. One understands why it's so worth going through all the hardships and..sadly, one wonders.... "My Prince. It is time you be off if we wish to reach the kingdom in time." Burning ember eyes, carrying the essence of fall and traces of golden maple leaves, flickered over to the petite servant. Eying him with a gaze hotter so intense that the poor fae was forced to bow his head lower in fear of having his icicles melted. It was then, Amanti turned away and back to the sodden earth before him. Dirt caked nails gently patting it back down around the roots of the single blossom springing up from the ground. It's tenuous petals victim to the slightest breeze. With the touch of a mother, he cupped it's sepal, running his fingertips lightly the delicate leaves as a final farewell. The kiss of airy petals stil lingering against his lips as he pulled away and bid the earth farewell. "Let us depart then, Calixo. I do not wish to keep the emperor waiting." He voiced solemnly, refusing to offer one final glance back in case the soft breeze roped him back or the fragrance of the earth lured him to return. He'd be back soon before the earth could forget his footsteps. ---------- "Huang Di! The prince of the Fae have arrived!" The messenger bowed low to his emperor, announcing the arrival moment before the great hinged doors swung open, allowing light to flood into the main court room, illuminating the golden tapestries and dancing along the marbeled floor around the harsh shape of the silhouetted figure. A cool breeze trickling in to play with the loose ragged cloth wrapped around his shoulders. The sunlight setting alight the moon lit hair atop his head. The sound of his bare feet across the marble echoed as he stepped forward, keeping his gaze fixed upon the space above the grand throne. And his ears focused on something other than the roaring of blood in his ears as he let his knee hit the floor. Icy air leaving him as he bowed, "Emperor.."</s>	<\|message\|>Jin-Wei Long "Straighten. Your. Posture." Yao's eye could have been violently twitching from the stress surged from his child, the one in the crimson duangua tied by a golden sash, a sleeveless version of the shirt, of course. Why couldn't that boy wear proper, fitting attire, especially on a day like today. Slowly, the boy relented, and saw to it that his back slid up the eloquence of his throne until it pressed firmly against the padded cushions. Was the old man happy now? Here was Jin-Wei, sitting all prim and proper, as a Prince should, but his elder still appeared scorned. No changes there, then. An announcement? Well, that saw both golds and jade depths rise-- and almost comically squint when the light blessed the room with luminance, proof of their sensitive and likely well developed optics. "Prince of the Fae..." Yao whispered silently to his own ears, curiosity of this new-comer seemed to alert his mind and body, which without his consent seemed to have arrived at the edge of his cushioned throne. Jin-Wei seemed less enthusiastic-- likely because he was sure to get the worst end of this deal. This, all of this, was trouble for himself. Grandeur opening aside, both Prince and Emperor seemed bemused the moment their shadow of a guest came into full-view. Was... that truly a Prince of Fae? Yao's mouth was momentarily ajar. If he hadn't known better, one could have assumed the guards had thrown in a particularly handsome peasant and called it a day. On the suddenly rare chance that this male was indeed a Prince, the Elder Dragon decided to bite his tongue-- too bad that his son didn't share the same mannerisms. "You look like a beggar. To think that I was scolded for my fashion choice, but you've certainly won the tackiest-royal award. You didn't even kow-tow." Mortifying! Emperor Yao leapt from his throne with a glare of vert-death sent his son's way. The more steps he took towards the Fae, the more grateful he was to be out of ear-shot of that little devil-spawn he called son. "Pay that child no heed. He is an ignorant hatchling. Prince Amanti, I assume?" Atleast there was something of grace to their... eccentric guest. He'd be perfect to teach Jin-Wei social grace-- fashion sense, perhaps not so much. The jade orbs that the Emperor looked from seemed to scrutinize their new-comer, his face spoke volumes of his personality. A strict man. A tired father. A commanding emperor. "We have quarters prepared for you, by the lake-side view of the palace. I urge you not to travel there alone, Prince Amanti, the creatures that dwell in the water are unlike any you will find on land. Hopefully the view will quell your curiosity. We shall have a feast tonight, in your honour, but until then, my... son... will show you around the palace and to your room-- should you need anything, he'll attend to you." ...Hint hint, Jin-Wei. He barely seemed interested anymore-- bored of jesting this 'Prince' and his attire. Reptilian sunshine lulled over like a moody-teenager, and in all rights, he was one. Slip on shoes tapped against the floor whilst the Dragon Prince pulled his baggy, white and silken trousers up his waist a little more. Comfortable, but not all that practical. "Come on then. I thought I'd be stuck sitting in that chair, you took forever." That, or his royal bratness was impatient. Given by how he was bee-lining for the grand doors, likely the latter.</s>
<\|description\|>Jin-Wei Long Age: 18 (Totes 18 in Dragon years.) Height: 5'6 in Human Guise, 8 foot tall and 16 foot long as a Dragon. Species: Chinese Dragon. Character Image:</s> <\|message\|>Jin-Wei Long "Believe this, his ignorance offends me far more than anything you suspect yourself of doing, Prince Amanti. I must commend you on your mannerisms, perhaps you would be so kind as to allow your well-mannered nature to rub off on my son." Those words were spoken with a smile, a false one. There was nothing joyous or elated in his joke, simply because it wasn't one. Yao Long disdained his heir to the throne, feared for his Kingdom, and now, he worried for this Prince. Was it really going to be alright, to leave their guest in the hands of his troublesome spawn? Nagging pondering was cut short at the mention of material offerings-- not that Yao was particularly grubby... but it was a fact that the Dragons were hoarders. Of everything. Money, books, chests of twisted root-- chest of twisted roots? The wooden box that was procured from a tattered cloak met the gentle scrutiny of aged jades, as if they apprised an antique. Truthfully, Yao loved the works of artisans, and the style of the Fae, of nature and her energy, one could say it appealed to the old Emperor. Even if he did find it almost confrontational to be given a gift at once. He couldn't blame the lad, he obviously didn't know that for him to accept the gift at once would, for one reason or another, shine poorly on one's mannerisms. How thankful he was for one of his serf's to take it for him. That odd, medicinal item was a root? It seemed more befitting of an art gallery than his quarters-- would it seem outlandish to display such a thing? Decisions, decisions. A hand waved off, robes swaying in the momentum of his grand gesture. "Have it sent to my room, I shall display it on my mirrored dresser, where I may admire it from any angle I please." Hopefully knowing it would be accepted as a permanent centre-piece would please the Prince. "I thank you, Prince Amanti. I'll see to it you don't leave my Kingdom unsatisfied." The Emperor's motion was unspeakably brisk to the poor serf who was idly polishing the floor a good few metres away-- shouldn't that have been done earlier? "You there! See to it that Prince Amanti receives our... latest aesthetic, in return for his gift." Consider Yao pleased! The gifts he often got were monetary-- or worse, JADE. Always JADE with the peasants... for once, he actually got something that seemed personal! Yes! Yao was very happy with that! Their Fae would receive his latest addition to the palace. Jin-Wei, less so much. "You gave him a bit of a tree. That's got to be a first." Clearly, Emperor and Son did not share tastes. The young prince was already slinking to the door, since his presence had been all but unwanted from the beginning, and the way the boy moved belied his stature. For a male who barely reached five foot and six inches, there was a certain command to his posture. Straight backed, tanned fingers curled into a palm with the mild swing of his fists. He was a large creature, trapped temporarily in a humans body, and his body language simply screamed that fact. Head held high, the young Prince made certain to barge his shoulder into the Fae guest with a few, quiet words to go with it. "You might have won my Father over with your humble act and fancy box, but you won't sidle up to me as easily. You're in my turf, now." Footsteps were taken away from the throne hall, he had a show to catch in a few minutes. "And I'll enjoy every moment of it." It was a silent promise, but it's intentions unmistakable. Jin-Wei would surely make life Hell, given the chance to. The guide, a mere girl in her sixteenth year, fumbled amidst her red attire, draping, with long, overly so, sleeves. "...You would do well not to cross the Crowned Prince Jin-Wei Long, Prince of the Fae's. If you confront him, he can cause real trouble for you whilst you remain in his future Kingdom." Damned if you do, damned if you don't, that was the way of it. The dark haired guide toddled along the marbled steps, outside was truly glorious. Sunlight that kissed over the pillars and open plan of a garden, nothing grew there yet, nothing but grass and evergreen shrubbery, but it would truly be a bloom to remember, come the warmer months. "This way, Prince. The Emperor must favour you, to be giving away his latest decoration for your eyes to see. He came in last night, after the guards found him washed ashore." The Emperor? Washed ashore? Didn't sound quite right, did it? Pillars passed, ivory columns that held up pagoda roofs of draconic gargoyles, golden trimmings and crimson roof-plates. The harlequin flooring seemed to stretch on forever until a door remained at the end of it, etched oak with, once more, the symbol of dragons. Too bad that ebony ink had been, as it seemed, freshly slathered across the doorway in the shape of an X. "...It would seem Prince Jin-Wei has decided to target you already, Prince. Shall I alert the Emperor?" Even his guide did not seem too certain on the course of action. Yes, Yao Long would be FURIOUS, but... that would only spur their mischievous Prince onwards.</s> <\|message\|>Benome Such a stark contrast there was between the humble Prince of Fae from lands far away and the extravagantly dressed Emperor; glorified in all of his kingly garb. It was hardly even a comparison between his tattered weathered brown cloth and bare feet to silken robes and satin weaves shoes made with the deft fingers of the most skilled tailor. Amanti believed, that even the servants wondered what this poorly dressed commoner was doing within this almost sacred ground; the capital of their kingdom, the housing of their Emperor and Royal family. He could sense it really, not in just the hostility that the crown prince seemed to exude towards him. There had been..a feeling of alienation merely walking through the dusty streets of this imperial realm. The people had known, perhaps from his bare feet and the distinct coloration of his eyes and hair or perhaps just the atmosphere and aura radiating around him (then again it might've something to do with the puddles of water on the ground turning to ice where he stepped). However they had known, they had known and even if they had known him a prince, he doubted they would've acted any less indifferent towards him or given him any less number of belittling looks. The fae were lesser creatures compared to many, let alone that of the prideful and magnificent creatures that were dragons, and more over; they were often considered the 'push overs' or 'weaklings' of the realm. Their own passive nature didn't help them very much either. Nobody else understood how dire such a situation was for the fae when the other species around you were so willing and able and 'nonchalant' about destroying everything you had strived, tilled, bled and lived centuries atop centuries for. No one understood the value of the fae like the fae did. And only the fae.. That was the entire reason he had come here, seeking protection; another cowardly act, but who would question it if they were able to receive protection from the most fearsome of all creatures? Sweeping his robe, or what little there was of it, aside, he bowed low again to the Emperor, "Thank you, I am greatly humbled to receive such a welcoming personable gift and to know that you are pleased with the gift of my own people, but I will be more than ecstatic if I can merely leave here with better relations established between us." The same wish was true for the young crown prince who shoved past him, though he was less optimistic about accomplishing that any time soon. Somewhat coldly (pun), he was glad that from what he had seen so far, the Emperor didn't seem all that close to his son, perhaps it wouldn't matter too much if he didn't get into the good graces of his son. At least, not until the boy took over, but that wouldn't be for a long time hopefully. He kept silent all the sme and averted his gaze as the prince stormed past. He had more to worry about than a frigid (another pun) prince though. Some would have been awed by the grandeur of the spectacular castle he was led through. It's architecture would've made any generation of builders cry and the prospect of staying here would excite anyone to an immeasurable amount, but the fae felt a chill go down his spine as he followed the serf down the hallway. Even the wide spread garden called out to him hoarsely, rising eagerly at his entrance; neglected hallow entities that reached out despairingly as he left them behind. Their cries raking along his flesh, for the ground was selfish at times and yearned for summer sooner. And he would've been more than happy to grant it be it not for the chill of the marble beneath his feet and the callous realm of minerals he entered. The carved stone beasts seemed to leer down at him from their precarious perches. The patterns along the floor before him seemed to wind and twist; delirious. A greater being could appreciate it, but not he. Tryingly, he focused on the chatter of his guide, even if she was only bringing up problems he'd already addressed in his mind. He decided it was best not to start any ill talk behind the Prince's back so he kept mum. Unable to continue doing the same, however, when mention of the Emperor came up, "Ah, washed ashore?" He repeated, raising a brow before they came across the ink splattered door. Definitely a crude display of the disdain over his arrival. Was the Prince really to resort to such abrasive acts moments after him stepping foot into the palace? Well then... "No, no need." He said quickly to his guide, closing his eyes in fear that summer might come through a little too early though perhaps the draconian maiden could feel the heat starting to come through the blustery cold around him, "Please, I do not wish to trouble the Emperor or start some folly between he and his son. Will you please lend me a damp cloth and I will take care of this matter myself." Stepping forward, he reached to dip the tips of his into the fresh ink. A shiver going through his spine as it stainted his fingers, soldifying before a hiss came from his skin and the ice began to melt and steam, dripping down his hand in inky tears. Breathing out, he pulled his hood further over his head to hide the yellowish glow of his eyes. Hopefully, tonight's feast would not present any more hostile messages.that was a wishful thought though.</s>	<\|message\|>Jin-Wei Long A weary smile squiggled across the dark maiden's expression at the thought of her Emperor and the Crowned Prince at war with each other—when were they not silently fighting tooth and nail? Their guest would need not have to walk around eggshells when it came to that Father and Son combo. "I will clean the mess for you, Sire. I apologize on the Prince's behalf… I cannot fathom where his disdain has come from…" She certainly wasn't lying, something had inspired the Prince's nasty side, but their guest had only just arrived… perhaps it was an exertion of dominance? A rather snarky one. "I hope you will… find the wardrobe inside suitable for the evening banquet." A glance up and down his unusual form confirmed to her that anything would be better than that tacky cloak. He was a strange thing… it had been cold minutes prior and now, the air felt temperamentally warm—what was that he was doing to the ink splashed over the doorway? Ink didn't drip quite like water, did it? Obviously, this act of mysticism found her on uneasy grounds, twiddling and intertwining her fingers in a nervous curiosity. His own self hooding didn't dispel a drop of the toxic worry, either. Thank the Gods that something was being carted down the hallway, wooden wheels that had been sanded to perfection for the smooth floors and attached to a makeshift table, only meant to carry a crystalline box, ornamented at the brim in golden sculptures, supposedly waves of the ocean. Inside the structure, filled with pure, perfectly clear water, was a figure unlike any found on land. Its tail spread into two, wavery and thin, like a piscine, and light pink in colour that attached itself onto more rigid structure, a tail that, for now, was bent akin to a human hugging onto its knees, proving it's flexibility as a muscle. Undeniably for aquatic venturing, the large tail was equipped with little more than cycloid, crimson scales, not unlike a carp or salmon, fish that needed flexible hides. What made this particular piscine unusual, would have been how, about three fifths up the tail, the scales had all but disappeared. Replaced instead by the torso of something far more sapien. Pale beyond a healthy colour, the creature made sure to curl itself up as small as possible, to obscure its face against the upwards bend of its own tail. Ivory strands floated in a spikey fashion in the poor gravity pull inside its little watery prison. It would appear the creature was to be placed inside the guest Prince's room, no doubt the aesthetic that the Emperor had summoned for him. The guards that pulled the creature closer to the inky door seemed mildly amused at the welcome from their troublesome Prince—things were surely going to get interesting around the palace, now. "A gift from the Emperor, Prince. Some company for you in your abode—be aware, though. Do not stick your hand inside. He's a biter." It was perhaps difficult to imagine the cowering aquatic as aggressive, given his forlorn, almost fetal pose inside a glass casing he just managed to fit in. Water splashed idly as the tank—or prison, to some—was settled inside the room that had no expense spared. Gold (which seemed to be a recurring pattern), with fresh whites of cotton and linen. The bed was easily four poster, with draping curtains of semi-transparent mesh. A dresser, with a three pane mirror and drawers with only the finest in hair care items, combs, and the like, with a very old, ancient etching along carefully preserved chair. The wardrobes were an equal palette and intricacy, a small lounging table, with softer, plusher chairs. A balcony was also present to the Prince, one that, as promised, overlooked the expanse of the ocean and her ever-changing temperament. It was no wonder the Dragons had collected a creature of the ocean—they probably thought they owned it, being so close to their palace and all. The tank was sat furthest away from it, too, almost deliberately so. "He arrived yesterday, Prince. We've yet to prove if he can talk, but the Emperor insisted you have his latest centrepiece." No doubt the fish was something to study. To see if he could speak, could respond. A Mercreature, a rarity befitting the symbol of a Fae—in return, he had received a denizen of the very marine mother herself. The guards left with a bow to the Fae… something about him seemed different, but it would never be their place to say so. The moment they had left, only then did the snowy crest in the tank raise his head—and only then did a pitiful blend of pink and red pigment seek to find their new, unwitting captor. ". . ." Who was to poke and prod at him now?</s>
<\|description\|>Jin-Wei Long Age: 18 (Totes 18 in Dragon years.) Height: 5'6 in Human Guise, 8 foot tall and 16 foot long as a Dragon. Species: Chinese Dragon. Character Image:</s> <\|message\|>Jin-Wei Long "Were you now?" The Emperor didn't even get a word in. His son had already circled the conversation with a cruel gaze, he was little more than a hawk that descended to make his opponents life a misery, waiting for every opportunity he was given. A tough little nipper, and hardly dressed for the occasion. He wore the same sleeveless traditional-wear he had upon arrival, the definition of biceps and triceps that implied the boy took care of his body, regularly involved with physical, strenuous exercise. Now that their guest had arrived, the pork-bao would be his to devour! Either Dragon's ravenously ate, or just seeing this Prince annoyed the Draconian brat. THWACK! Right on the hand again. "Do forgive my son, Prince Amanti. I cannot fathom why his moodiness strikes now." Poor Yao. His eye was practically twitching repeatedly, stressed beyond his tether with that... thing he called offspring. Why now, why. NOW. "Please, do sit down and eat what you will." Since Jin-Wei had decided he'd waited long enough and was stealing all of the dumplings. What was one to expect from a voracious carnivore? "Jin-Wei was telling the truth when he proclaimed you had an appearance change--, I trust it's not a negative reaction, Prince? It was not the mer-thing that we gifted you? He's bitten many of those under my servitude, I thought something like yourself something more... at one.. with nature and her miscreants, would make better company for the creature." "Sometimes you hear rumours that they eat whoever's unfortunate enough to fall into the water. Hungry for blood, guts, or so they say." Jin-Wei just couldn't resist adding on that little tit-bit of information he'd heard circulate. THWACK! "That's quite enough Jin-Wei. Until you can prove gossip, it is not factual." The Emperor finally decided to spoon a few helpings of soup into a bowl for himself, the mannerism almost sleepy, tired, infact. As if the day had been long, and now it was far past his appointed royal bed-time. "I hope the room is to your liking, Prince Amanti--" For a tired man, how a glare could splice through the very air when the dining doors were thrown open by whom he knew to be a chamber-maid. She all but threw herself to the floor in a bow, aswell. "Your Highness! When we entered to feed the mer-creature... his container has been shattered, Sire! He's no where to be found!" Always during dinner time, wasn't it Yao? "You need not disturb my meal with such trivia, find it. It has no legs, how far could such a pale creature drag itself and be unknown to you? Find it, and see to it that it returns to Prince Amanti's abode-- well contained, this time. Apologies, Prince. We shall ensure your mer-creature is returned to you, I promise you that." "Guess he just didn't like you that much, huh?" THWACK! = = = How that noise tormented him. Solemn, that was the only word he could choose for it, it was as if the very sea demanded he return to its open waves. He almost wanted to shout why it even wanted him to return. It wasn't as thought such a being kept him in good stead, Sindre had struggled most of his life for survival-- such was the downfalls of albinism. Most animals didn't survive their lack of pigment for one reason or another, his current state of.. well, being alive, he wasn't sure if that was good or bad fortune. Damp soles dried upon the carpet that they unsteadily tread upon, carefully, albiet clumsily avoiding the glass that scattered across the floor. He was unsure if Prince Amanti would be in trouble from it, but at the time of smashing it, it had been no more than an obstacle. His next great feat was to open the door-handle-- why did humanoids have such tricky items to barricade themselves inside with? Eventually, that too swung open, to a new foe. Tiles. They didn't bare well on the feet. How pathetic to the eye, this large, lanky being that slipped and slid gracelessly, likely taking forever in a hallway that should have been transversed in a matter of minutes. 10 / 10 for willpower, though. The merman saw to it that he eventually reached, with a few, furrowed brows at the sheer SIZE of this complex, what appeared to be something of a... well, he wouldn't have known, but it seemed to be a patio of some afternoon-tea affair, a little place to admire the see and drink a beverage under the beauty of nature-- but given how Sindre was already falling over the railing of it, it was little more than an escape route with a drop he was sure he'd survive. Make no mistake, it would be painstaking moments until he tumbled onto the sands. He wouldn't be in the ocean, not in these fancy clothes.</s> <\|message\|>Benome As a guest, he really had no right to comment about the table mannerisms of his host or that of his host's distempered son. One could wonder if all that muscle was gained only through the sheer force of him stuffing his gob full overpowering that of the calories in his food. Amanti sat blinking, honestly taken aback by the sudden ferocity in the Prince's appetite; he doubted he could spoil this monstrous hunger. And being of a quiet and passive disposition, he flinched when a hand came down to loudly smack the beast's claw, Amanti nearly expecting the ravenous creature to turn and hiss at who dared interrupt it's meal time. At the very least, the hunger stricken creature was gorging itself mostly on what smelled of marinated meats; something that the Fae would rather not have to given an explanation for why he could not let it pass through his lips. Turning back to the Emperor, he bowed his head, unable to help but observe the harsh weary lines weighing down a man that might've still been handsome in his age if not for the constant worry of his brow or the deep purplish vein throbbing dangerously in his forehead, threatening to burst at any second. It was plain and simple for all to see that the man was aged beyond his years, not just by the weight of his position, but the added burden of his 'trying' son. Simply put, it's remedy like anyone would agree that Jin Wei was to be the death of his brow beaten Father and come that day, many a dragon and creature a like would be holding bated breath as they waited to see how the Prince would ascend the throne and proceed to overtake his father's reign. Hopefully, the youth still had a few more centuries left to grow out of his adolescence. Striking a smile in answer to the man trying to play off his son's actions, one that hopefully showed that Amanti did not mind his aggressiveness towards his dinner. Vaguely, it was comical to an extent watching him wolf down the pork bao, meat juices dripping down his lip. At question to his appearance, his brow knitted and he anxiously pulled at his long sleeves, wondering if his fingers had skittered over a clasp or button or if he was wearing his robe backwards or if perhaps they noticed his lack of footwear. He soon realized what the Emperor was referring to. 'Appearance' in his mind, did not refer to what others believed it did. He would not berate the Emperor for being curious, but it was quite rude to ask so openly about his 'seasons', akin to making some rude jest at a lady in public; the nature of which should not be discussed at a dinner table. "Oh, no, please, pay no heed to it. It is..a birth defect." For there was very little other way to put it; what befell him and no other fae, "I am very much enthralled by your gracious gift. In fact," He paused, glancing at the Prince and his callous comment, turning away, "It-ah, Sindre is very good company. Despite his appearance and lock of knowledge over certain land based customs, he is very civil and pleasant to converse with. In fact, I've had a very engaging conversation with him and I believe there is so much more to learn from him if we only allowed him to see us as friends as well. This is a very rare opportunity we have to really learn about such fascinating creatures, perhaps even involve ourselves in helping each other." He concluded with a small smile tugging at his lips, like a student seeking praise after having just finished a long pondered over essay and speech. That hopeful smile quickly faded into a crest fallen gaze when the Emperor seemed to so casually ignore his suggestion and proceed to ask him about his disposition towards his room. Well, it wasn't out of intention probably, the man seemed more exhausted as the night waned on and perhaps Amanti should bring it up once more when he was in a more negotiable mood. Sindre technically belonged to him anyway so by right he did not need the Emperor's permission to release him, but he would rather it so no more creatures would suffer the same fate upon this shore. He jumped as the doors swung open and the chambermaid threw herself before them, but it was her words that stuck him more deeply. Amongst the flippant dismissal of the king, he shot up from where he stood causing his bowl to shake. Suddenly, he felt quite awkward, realizing his readiness did not match that of his unbothered host. Slowly, he slid back down into his seat, feeling somewhat disturbed by the unperturbed remarks made by the emperor and the scornful dig by his son. This wasn't what he wanted; yes he wanted Sindre found, but the Emperor's emphasized words made his stomach toss, knowing his words had truly been ignored. "Forgive me, but I feel a little weary from my journey. I do not think I have the appetite for this feast you have prepared. My greatest apologies for the trouble you had to go through, but I believe I shall have to retire early to bed." And to look for Sindre. He really couldn't have gone far could he? Unless...he prayed the drop from the balcony would not be too steep if he chose to flee from there. --- He could see the lights. He was watching them fixedly.</s>	<\|message\|>Jin-Wei Long "I see." It wasn't just the Fae who could command a cold atmosphere. To appear in rags was one thing, to arrive late to dinner was another-- but to simply refuse the food all in the one day... Yao was starting to disdain his own hospitality. Perhaps it Amanti had attempted to eat a little more, the Emperor wouldn't have felt such scorn. Slowly did the middle aged man rise from his seat, fingers drumming ever so impatiently on the table edge. "I'm sure you are in need of resting. Go." A dismissal, one that took a terrible amount of self-discipline not to bark as he so wanted to. When his son decided to slowly covet the bao and push his chair away from the table with a quiet snicker, a finger accusingly pinned his movements. "You stay, until I say you may leave." Whatever the bond between Father and Son was with Emperor and Prince, it was never over-ruled by the latter's boyish rebellion. Jin-Wei sat obediently, his hand dropped the dumpling onto his plate wordlessly, with little emotion given to the gesture. Long seconds ticked by, moments of rising influx until a heated, sharp sensation broke the silence. Silent and infuriated, another swift smack saw the Prince's head whip in the opposite direction, blood rushing to cheeks for all the wrong reasons. "..." There was a hierarchy to hatred, you see. Guess who was under Jin-Wei, in that regards? Sandled footsteps hastened out the door-way within moments, fists balled tightly in frustration of teenage years. How many years had it been since he was assigned his father's punching bag? How many backhanders to the face was a lad supposed to take before he did something drastic? Occasionally, he wondered if he could truly do away with the old snake himself. Wouldn't get anything out of it-- it would be too obvious-- right? Well. The young hatchling made sure to shove their unwanted arrival out of his stride, too. "I hope your fish dies." Maybe he'd make sure such a thing happened. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The world felt so alien beneath his toes. Grass that was still a little damp, but grainy from the sand that had blown upwards from the beach. It encouraged him-- he could hear the waves dance with the shore, and despite his lacking sense of smell, he knew the air was salty. Every few, carefully placed steps gave way to a whole-hearted stumble, many a time did his palms meet with the ground and graze slightly from the impact-- but with a few glass shards in him and the strange feeling of clothing wrapped around his form, he wasn't for quitting over trivial matters. He would see who caused such rukus, tell them his good-bye's, and then return-- what if Prince Amanti had wandered to his room already? He did say he wouldn't be long, after all! Well, consider Sindre's uneven footsteps hastened. The beach wasn't far away, though it felt as though miles had traversed with these clumsy appendages that land creatures called legs. Sindre quickly grew frustrated with them, arms splayed since he found that the best form of balancing himself. Just a few more steps-- who was that shadow before him on these shores? A fellow Mer? "Ugh..." Something hit against his cranium. Hard. Dizzy shuffles found knees and palms stuck fast to the ground, his eyes struggled to focus on the dancing pictures they presented to his mind, the world spun uncontrollably on an axis, the cherry ontop being the pounding sensation in his skull. He was a run away mer-thing, after all, and, true to Yao's words, he hadn't gotten far. It didn't take any amount of brains to guess that something of his species would bee-line for the shore, and the guards had taken less time (being able to use their legs to a normal degree) in reaching the sands than he had. Sindre refused to lose himself to unconsciousness, though. This feeling struck him with an odd sense of Deja Vu... yes, this was how he had wound up in the palace, wasn't it? The seconds before he was dropped into a glass box... glass... box... Amanti must have thought him disloyal, running away the moment his back was turned! "Hnn.." No, no he couldn't let the Prince think that way of him. Another strike to the skull banished that optimism, all that was left was an albino boy, decorated in glass shards and ill-fitting clothes strewn across the sands, and a traditionally armoured guard with what appeared to be some form of baton. Fish really were stupid, he must have thought. No wonder they were jokes of intelligence that paid homage to them.</s>
<\|description\|>Jin-Wei Long Age: 18 (Totes 18 in Dragon years.) Height: 5'6 in Human Guise, 8 foot tall and 16 foot long as a Dragon. Species: Chinese Dragon. Character Image:</s> <\|message\|>Jin-Wei Long The Prince of the Fae indeed. No self-respecting Prince would be caught dead in the attire of paupers and street-beggars, whoever this person was, his commands meant very little to a rugged guard, but inspired something a little more in the victim who was already trying to crawl towards the sea. He took it all back, the wishing to experience life beyond the brine, the desire to meet others that he would perhaps better relate to-- the world that he did not belong to was no less vicious than his own, tide-commanding mother, who was mere meters away. He didn't want whatever a 'Doctor' was, he wanted to crawl into a cavern and wither. At the very least, he required a quiet place to recuperate-- as many animals often did. Every half-effort shuffle was a few inches closer to the water-side, hand-outstretched to her gentle encouragement. What was he thinking, running away like that? He should have just returned... yes, that would have been the smart thing to do. "I do believe the palace Doctor is a little too high-brow for the likes of a pauper and his little pet spy, eh?" The clubbed piece of wood swung all the more, this time, at the Prince himself. "No..." There was no way Sindre could have mustered enough strength to take or dissuade the brunt of another swing, pinkened-reds merely stared through half-opened lids, helpless, pathetic as he had always thought himself to be. Even now, he couldn't protect another. Blood filled his senses, awakened his olfactory senses and even inspired the faint lick of his lips. Blood... and he was so, so very hungry, how unfair was fate when she tempted him with a meal. He had fangs, vaguely translucent and curved, much like a serpent-- and no less so, for his predatory canine's contained potent venom, a paralysing agent, perfect for underwater meal-time. No, no this was Prince Amanti. He couldn't. He wouldn't. He'd promised himself. When had it last been that blood had dripped from those pale lips? Not blood of piscene or natural prey, the blood of a humanoid, a drowning passenger, a stranded sailor, an unfortunate swimmer-- all of them were fair play to a creature who struggled to hunt competitively. Morals be damned when creatures of the deep decided to hunger. A spurt of desperation saw the creature grasp for a guard's leg-- but it was far too fatigued. By now, more had came-- some with winces, for they new that the Prince was indeed as he had proclaimed, royalty. Whispers carried between royal protectors, someone would have to call the Doctor-- and quickly, less their comrade's mistake dearly cost him. Two of the men-- since none of the Palace's servants seemed to be Dragons at all, given their eyes-- stepped forwards to help take hold of Prince and Mer, gentle, so as to not endanger their jobs or lives. The mer-thing was uneasy on his legs, certainly, they wobbled and struggled to remain upright, for it was a lanky, tall being when not weighed down by the muscular appendage that was his tail. Blood trickled very slowly, pieces of glass that had spiked into him during the escape-- but the wounds were superficial. The hits to his cranium, however, were still to be determined. "Take them to Lei, he'll know what treatment is the best course of action... hopefully we'll keep our jobs after this." Lei, a doctor, and one who excelled in his job-- and perhaps the oldest resident in the Palace. Not often seen, but revered none-the-less. He wasn't as trying as Emperor and Son-- likely because he was no longer apart of ruling the Dragons. Medicine was his truer passion, not politics, and it was back into the marbled Kingdom that the staff intended to schlep Amanti and his latest gift, apologies presented like welcoming mats to the Fae. No wonder, they didn't want to lose their employment or organs once word got out of this. Lei would be able to fix this... hopefully Emperor Yao would take it better from his elder, for what happened upon the beach was nothing if not pure embarrassment to the Kingdom staff, and by default, to Yao. That thought alone was sobering. Dragged across sand and grass, the albino mer, whom had caused this trouble to begin with, attempted to converse with what little sense the bludgeoning had left in his head. "Wassn't... running away... wass... ssomeone... wass calling me.." He had to let Prince Amanti know. He had never intended to flee, but someone upon the beach had caught his interest-- whoever they were, he hardly even saw by the time he'd reached the shore.</s> <\|message\|>Benome Wood wasn't supposed to hurt him. He knew of the wood fae that lived within the trees of the forest, they respected him enough he would believe, but he must have caused them some form of impeachment. His vision flashed white, then brown as he turned his head up almost in time to receive the blow. His ears rang, deaf to the mocking snub from the guard as he felt the sand cushion his fall. And faintly, he heard the softest chuckle graze his eardrum before the world swam around him. Damn the heart of this world should he lose consciousness though. One blow wouldn't be enough to condemn this planet though. Blinking away the muddy sand from his lashes, he shook his head and pressed one palm into the fickle surface and pushed himself back up. White grains of sand clinging to his hair, hidden amongst the golden locks. His eyes blazed even beneath his shut eyelids, the light seeping through like sunlight from a curtained window. Burning to the unfortunate bedridden individual, piercing like high beams through the darkness as he stared down at the sand burying his fingers. The cool air was choked with the grittiness of the grains scraping his throat, but all the same he inhaled and exhaled, slowly and surely as if he had to make sure each breath of air was monitored comprehensively to avoid filling his lungs with too much or not enough. The soft rasp from the forgotten creature drew his attention. His shoulders slumping as he toned down the brightness and heat he was emitting, taking in the weedy nature that was a direct product only from the thrashing of the guard. His fingers curled in the sand, what gave anyone the right to reduce another to this state? If not for the soft footfalls trekking over the sand, the single guard stood before them would know just how lucky he was to have avoided what might've been. As the rest of the guard came to surround them, he lifted his head, refusing to let a single blow completely dislodge his senses even if the area around his forehead was feeling rather sore and tender at the moment and his vision was still blurred and indecisive. He refused to let a single blow dislodge all of his senses though, lifting his head to stare up at the stranger faces. Their garb no doubt revealed they were of the palace though and should Amanti choose to recognize any of them, they'd be in trouble from the cloth they dawned alone. That was the last thing on his mind now though. "Take, Take him to the doctor and see that he is tended to and given adequate meals. Let him eat on his own choice. I do not wish to hear complaints from him that you have mistreated a creature belonging to me." His own command was perhaps dampened by him having to be helped to his feet by another, his own foot still askew to a side so as to not to aggravate the raggedly bandaged wound. Refusing the wince as he listened to them prattle on worriedly in how they could possibly cover up such a blunder on their companion's part. Amanti didn't feel like speaking up and soothing their worries, for now he just wanted to be treated to this Dr "Lei" and for the night to end on a sleepless, hungry note. For now though, as long as they feared, they would follow his orders even if his own position held no real standing in this place other than as a 'guest of the Emperor." Limping besides the carried creature, his ears pricked at the raspy utterance the creature was trying to form into words, "Hush now, Sindre. You're going to be taken care off now, there isn't anything to worry about." He soothed, gazing at the Mer, eyes drawn to the bruises he had sustained during the brutal clobbering. He could no longer see the guard, but rest assured he would be well informed of his mistake. Again, Amanti pushed that out of his mind, glad to leave the dark unsure sand of the shore to the comparable warmth of the palace once more, letting himself be led by the guards, hoping that their entrance wouldn't arouse sleeping minds. Then again, who knew what was lurking within the walls?</s>	<\|message\|>Jin-Wei Long "I fear... there iss much to worry about." It was a solemn regard, spoken by the pale creature of which turned his head akin to an animal, peeking the looming command that was the Dragons Palace. If only such a place lay in ruin, if only it were to crumble into fine particles of forgotten affluence and buried under it's own arrogance. The creatures who ran the show were curiously unforgiving. Judging by the reptilian eyes, they seemed to be the only ones of Dragon descent, the Emperor and his little, bitter-hearted hier. Sindre thought, on any other day, he would be comforted by the promise of care and food on his terms, but this world above the surface wrung any sense of luxury from the proposal. There. Large, imposing crimson pillars welcomed them with an impressively sized gate. The walk to the palace had been silent on many parties-- no one had anything worth saying another, and Sindre considered himself a little too stunned from his fake escapade to wish the formation of words. His feet slapped against elaborate tile, cold but not discomforting to him, aside from the few pieces of glass gifted to him by karma. Once the Emperor found out, what would become of his outlandish attempt at escaping? Worse yet, if the Prince found out... They were presented to a rectangular door, a smaller one with less grandiose to it than other parts of the building, not that the merman could discern what made one door fancier than another. It was knocked precisely three times, then opened slowly, with the motion of a guard that the boys were to enter. The room was warm, kept alight and comforted by the crackle of a fire lodged into the wall. Chairs settled around it, long, bleached fabric that had been fixated to legs and cushion-stuffing. A table settled in the middle, topped with books that were dangerously close to toppling from the size of their piles, like knowledge-filled towers. There was a presence in the room, at the side furthest from the dimming light of the flames. A desk, once again, decorated with books, sat a creature content to scribble in ink and write down findings. It had hair not unlike the merman, white and pale, but with more silvery toned strung through-out, fashioned into a thick braid that fell over his robed shoulder. Once again, the eyes were undeniable. A strangely intelligent tone of lime, characteristically spiked by a reptilian pupil. His orbs were partially hidden behind thin, squared spectacles, which now found themselves pulled from his face, one of a man in his thirties, and folded gently between his fingers. "You are not palace staff, nor dragons from what I can pique... so I must inquire, what brings your presence to my attention, gentlemen?" His voice was eloquent, well pronounced in a language that was not his first. Soft, with a grace and upbrought way about it. As too, was the hand that gentle motioned to the chairs in his, as it would appear to be, study. "Do take a seat. The only reason I can fathom that you bless me with a visit is that one or both of you are injured or unwell. Since I can keenly scent your essence, I'll assume you're both bleeding." The tiny crimson rivulets were apparent on Sindre's chest, but it was the blood from Amanti's foot that sought the old creatures nose. Glasses placed upon the bridge of his face once more, the fire dimmed marginally as a log crumbled into ashes. "With lumps on your heads, too. Care to divulge as to how you came to meet with such injuries, gentlemen? So that I may better assess treatment for you both-- it would help to divulge the species you belong to." This man, who stepped akin to a paw-print in the snow and spoke like wings over water, was apparently, Doctor Lei.</s>
<\|description\|>Jin-Wei Long Age: 18 (Totes 18 in Dragon years.) Height: 5'6 in Human Guise, 8 foot tall and 16 foot long as a Dragon. Species: Chinese Dragon. Character Image:</s> <\|message\|>Jin-Wei Long "I fear... there iss much to worry about." It was a solemn regard, spoken by the pale creature of which turned his head akin to an animal, peeking the looming command that was the Dragons Palace. If only such a place lay in ruin, if only it were to crumble into fine particles of forgotten affluence and buried under it's own arrogance. The creatures who ran the show were curiously unforgiving. Judging by the reptilian eyes, they seemed to be the only ones of Dragon descent, the Emperor and his little, bitter-hearted hier. Sindre thought, on any other day, he would be comforted by the promise of care and food on his terms, but this world above the surface wrung any sense of luxury from the proposal. There. Large, imposing crimson pillars welcomed them with an impressively sized gate. The walk to the palace had been silent on many parties-- no one had anything worth saying another, and Sindre considered himself a little too stunned from his fake escapade to wish the formation of words. His feet slapped against elaborate tile, cold but not discomforting to him, aside from the few pieces of glass gifted to him by karma. Once the Emperor found out, what would become of his outlandish attempt at escaping? Worse yet, if the Prince found out... They were presented to a rectangular door, a smaller one with less grandiose to it than other parts of the building, not that the merman could discern what made one door fancier than another. It was knocked precisely three times, then opened slowly, with the motion of a guard that the boys were to enter. The room was warm, kept alight and comforted by the crackle of a fire lodged into the wall. Chairs settled around it, long, bleached fabric that had been fixated to legs and cushion-stuffing. A table settled in the middle, topped with books that were dangerously close to toppling from the size of their piles, like knowledge-filled towers. There was a presence in the room, at the side furthest from the dimming light of the flames. A desk, once again, decorated with books, sat a creature content to scribble in ink and write down findings. It had hair not unlike the merman, white and pale, but with more silvery toned strung through-out, fashioned into a thick braid that fell over his robed shoulder. Once again, the eyes were undeniable. A strangely intelligent tone of lime, characteristically spiked by a reptilian pupil. His orbs were partially hidden behind thin, squared spectacles, which now found themselves pulled from his face, one of a man in his thirties, and folded gently between his fingers. "You are not palace staff, nor dragons from what I can pique... so I must inquire, what brings your presence to my attention, gentlemen?" His voice was eloquent, well pronounced in a language that was not his first. Soft, with a grace and upbrought way about it. As too, was the hand that gentle motioned to the chairs in his, as it would appear to be, study. "Do take a seat. The only reason I can fathom that you bless me with a visit is that one or both of you are injured or unwell. Since I can keenly scent your essence, I'll assume you're both bleeding." The tiny crimson rivulets were apparent on Sindre's chest, but it was the blood from Amanti's foot that sought the old creatures nose. Glasses placed upon the bridge of his face once more, the fire dimmed marginally as a log crumbled into ashes. "With lumps on your heads, too. Care to divulge as to how you came to meet with such injuries, gentlemen? So that I may better assess treatment for you both-- it would help to divulge the species you belong to." This man, who stepped akin to a paw-print in the snow and spoke like wings over water, was apparently, Doctor Lei.</s> <\|message\|>Benome He didn't understand, he found himself having these sort of abstract moments increasingly so. Silence blanketed over him once more as he merely observed in the weakened creature from his own solace. Brow furrowing as he failed to understand and perhaps set himself back a few steps backwards even in trying to decipher what might as well be indecipherable or simply was a problem with no solution whatsoever. Perhaps he was just tired and the exhaustion was making him try to create problems and puzzles for himself out of some form of sheer sadism. He wasn't quite sure anymore as he allowed himself to lean most of his weight against the servant. Still eying Sindre in quiet waking repose. Not even wanting to add to his worries by allowing his mind to venture into the realm that questioned what might possibly befall them should the King find out that he had run out to find the creature, never mind if details of their injuries were omitted on part of the guard's. Perhaps he wouldn't know at all. It was much easier to think of this whole incident as never reaching the ears of the King nor his unruly prince, yes...so much simpler to keep that sort of mindset. Then there was only his wound and his awaiting bed, and of course, the creature that he seemed to have now taken under his wing, but that could be dealt with at a later date, to worry about. It was hard to even see the imposing pillars or the lavish tapestries hanging adorning the walls; they were nothing more than red and golden shaded blurs as his eyelids began to droop. The pain in his leg had started to taper into numbness, not because of blood loss thank the heavens, but merely because his own tiredness had finally come crashing down upon his shoulders like tumbling boulder. And like if the simile was real, he was struggling to stay awake or alive in matter of the metaphor-simile, he corrected himself last moment. Shaking his head to try and regain some consciousness, he lifted it up to gaze at the rather humble pair of doors they had been brought to. Slowly, turning his head over to glance at Sindre. Even in his failing consciousness he wanted to make sure that the mer was alright. He wasn't sure if he could trust the guard anymore to treat him well. As the own guard he had been leaning on let go of him, he stumbled, catching himself on the doorframe before he turned to receive Sindre. Taking his arm up and having to awkwardly hold him as he leaned most of his weight on the door. Amanti paused, turning to examine the abode before them; the shades of red having been used rather warmly here rather than outlandishly and pretentiously throughout the rest of the castle, not that Amanti dare ever bring that up to the king who's fondness for the color red seemed to overshadow his taste for lavish golds. Such harsh thoughts could only be formed whilst he was truly exhausted, it seemed. Shaking his head, he tore himself away from the obviously well lived in and furnished setting to that of the man that stood within the heart of the room. Blinking away some of sandman's spell from his eyes as he straightened in attempt to bow low to the man, the motion awkward and difficult with the position he was in. Taking in the man's aged and well worn features, something more than years in the lines etched across his face. The air of which he carried himself reflected what was already made obvious by the stacks of long tilted slabs of books crowding every available corner shelf and desktop. Even his words were lined, laced with wisdom beyond years. And with that wisdom there was a sense of welcoming. A warmth and...unmatching softness that Amanti hadn't heard in quite a while since he had gotten here. Instantly, he felt...what was the word, more at home stepping into the man's office. Bowing his head, he nodded, then limped towards the closest cloth lined chair where he could lay Sindre down upon before he rather apologetically had to drag his own chair over for him to sit himself down into. Keeping his foot lifted to avoid the crimson sanguine fluid from dripping and staining the soft carpet below him. Biting his lip as their own disheveled appearance was assessed, "Forgive me," He was quick to apologize, "For we have not even introduced ourselves and I have never had the...pleasure of meeting you. I am Amanti, Prince of the fae and this is Sindre, a...a mer." The words were a little rushed, perhaps because the man was sleepy and wanted to or perhaps because he wished not to start off rudely; though in case of the former it was hard to tell if either was true. "As, as for our injuries. We..we met with accident along the shoreline. There was.. there was glass upon the shore. And in stepping upon it, I grabbed my companion and caused us both to fall and hurt our heads against the rocks along the waves. My companion of which has suffered worse due to my own folly." He bowed his head, avoiding eye contact with the doctor. Lying was not something he enjoyed doing, but it didn't mean he was that bad at it.</s>	<\|message\|>Jin-Wei Long "A Fae and a Merman." Their species were mostly unknown to him, and his books for a majority. The Palace Doctor was versed in traditional medicine, and, most importantly, of the anatomy of Dragons. Lucid greens watched the pale albino settle on the couch quietly, where it held it's head inbetween it's hands and cradled it's own cranium injuries, bruises that seemed rather extensive and almost disorientating for the creature. "Lei Long. Brother of Emperor Yao, and constant Doctor to his son; my nephew." It would seem Lei was much more specialised than the on-site medical advisor, the way he annunciated it was that perhaps Jin-Wei took up much of his time and study. Then again, that could have been for reasons of mischief, not just medical attention. Robed hands were folded into each other, for a few good minutes after the Prince's tale. Behind the shape of his glasses, thinned greens watched and inspected wordless and without any incline as to what they were searching for. "...Glass upon the shore-line, I could believe, however." The proclaimed Doctor stepped forth and tentatively pulled the albino's hair away from the swollen injuries. There was little blood to speak of, but it was a rather nasty appearance. "I don't think this is falling on the rocks. I've been to the beach, you need to be up the coast to hit rocks-- which are sharp. The fact you've both managed to take a spectacular fall and wound up with blood-less injuries on your heads makes me query your tale. However, I shan't press the matter. I'll offer advice, look a man in the eye when you weave such stories. You recounted that you stepped upon glass. Let me see the injury-- please, prop your foot upon this table and sit down, I'll assess if there's any glass remaining and dress your wound." The books upon the tea-table were slumped onto the ground and motioned, the so called Prince could rest his foot there. Lei, on the other-hand, turned to rummage amidst his own labyrinth of novels and scribblings, until a wooden box, plain as it was, was procured. Flipped open, for a quick inventory check. Bandages, salve, tweezers-- and a few more torturous looking devices that he was going to choose to not divulge in. "I cannot account for your marine friend, but I know them to grow ill when not in their homes." The words may have been true enough, Sindre hadn't spoken or moved since he'd been lead to the couch. He couldn't have been sleeping, but perhaps he simply mourned his pitiful position. Hostage, yet again. Who had been calling on the horn, anyway? Lei settled across the table on the opposing chair, gauze at the ready. "We shall have to be quick, gentlemen. Jin-Wei's condition is a nightly occurrence, and I do believe the moon rises in the sky outside. Once we are done here, go to kitchens, and inform the staff I request you both to eat a light, simple meal and rest swiftly." It sounded like an order for children, to have dinner and go to bed. Clearly the title of 'Prince' didn't sway this Doctor. He spoke to the Fae Prince without any particular caution, treated just as anyone else would be in his care. "I do hope my little brother has been behaving whilst in your company. He's known to have a high strung personality, especially with in conjuction with his son." So, the Doctor was not only a sibling of the Emperor... but he was the older sibling. By far, but he wasn't about to divulge his age, and honestly, he seemed not the slightest bit bothered that his younger brother had seen the throne and not himself. Lei preferred the pursuit of knowledge than politics, after all. "I will also advise you do not wander the palace at night. Nothing frightening goes on, but there are certain things that must stay within these walls. If you understand, that is."</s>
<\|description\|>Benome Age: 19 Short bio: Born half mer, Benome doesn't possess the ability to shape shift between tail and legs like full mers, but rather uses his legs underwater. He can't swim as fast as the others, but makes up for it by being able to stay up longer in air than most mers though he still needs water after a period to keep from drying out. He is also stronger than most mers. Name: Amanti Age: 2008 in human years, 22 in fae years. Species: Fae Short Bio: Fae or better known as a forest spirit, there are many many kinds, ranging from tree spirits to spirits of the sky to water nymphs, but none are so well known and powerful as Prince Amanti, Fae of the four seasons and son of the Father of the Skies and Mother of the earth. Unfortunately, Fae are a very looked down upon species as they are often very passive and docile in nature. Even the fire Faes look after the embers rather than use their blazing powers to take over a kingdom. This leads to them having to often submit to larger empires or kingdoms and make amends. It is simply not their way to fight, though, very few know of their truer powers. Amanti himself is Fae of the Seasons and often changes appearance based on the season or sometimes on his mood: Fall: A kind of inbetween for him, it's usually when he feels mildly excited but not too excited. In simple words; he's comfortable but not over the top. Special feature: There's always a mild breeze blowing around him and he smells like autumn leaves. Once in a while you may hear something crunch when you're touching his hair like the sound of crunchy autumn leaves, but he denies this. Winter: Cool, usually when he's feeling like he needs some time alone or when he just feels like he's not in the mood for anything. Special Feature: Instead of tears, he cries snow flakes, the air is visibly colder around him and water tends to frost in his presence. He glows a pale white in the dark Summer: An obvious mood when he's angry, fired up or excited even. Special Feature: The air around him ranges from warm to hot depending on the intensity of his feeling and he actually glows orange in the dark, brighter than his Winter form. Spring: When he's calm or at peace, which is rare. This is jokingly the sweetest of his phases. Special features: He cries sweet sap if he should need to cry, the air around him smells like sweet spring flowers and every so often you can find a flower or a small leaf tangled in his hair. Don't try to water him though or asks if he needs any sun.</s> <\|message\|>Benome Wood wasn't supposed to hurt him. He knew of the wood fae that lived within the trees of the forest, they respected him enough he would believe, but he must have caused them some form of impeachment. His vision flashed white, then brown as he turned his head up almost in time to receive the blow. His ears rang, deaf to the mocking snub from the guard as he felt the sand cushion his fall. And faintly, he heard the softest chuckle graze his eardrum before the world swam around him. Damn the heart of this world should he lose consciousness though. One blow wouldn't be enough to condemn this planet though. Blinking away the muddy sand from his lashes, he shook his head and pressed one palm into the fickle surface and pushed himself back up. White grains of sand clinging to his hair, hidden amongst the golden locks. His eyes blazed even beneath his shut eyelids, the light seeping through like sunlight from a curtained window. Burning to the unfortunate bedridden individual, piercing like high beams through the darkness as he stared down at the sand burying his fingers. The cool air was choked with the grittiness of the grains scraping his throat, but all the same he inhaled and exhaled, slowly and surely as if he had to make sure each breath of air was monitored comprehensively to avoid filling his lungs with too much or not enough. The soft rasp from the forgotten creature drew his attention. His shoulders slumping as he toned down the brightness and heat he was emitting, taking in the weedy nature that was a direct product only from the thrashing of the guard. His fingers curled in the sand, what gave anyone the right to reduce another to this state? If not for the soft footfalls trekking over the sand, the single guard stood before them would know just how lucky he was to have avoided what might've been. As the rest of the guard came to surround them, he lifted his head, refusing to let a single blow completely dislodge his senses even if the area around his forehead was feeling rather sore and tender at the moment and his vision was still blurred and indecisive. He refused to let a single blow dislodge all of his senses though, lifting his head to stare up at the stranger faces. Their garb no doubt revealed they were of the palace though and should Amanti choose to recognize any of them, they'd be in trouble from the cloth they dawned alone. That was the last thing on his mind now though. "Take, Take him to the doctor and see that he is tended to and given adequate meals. Let him eat on his own choice. I do not wish to hear complaints from him that you have mistreated a creature belonging to me." His own command was perhaps dampened by him having to be helped to his feet by another, his own foot still askew to a side so as to not to aggravate the raggedly bandaged wound. Refusing the wince as he listened to them prattle on worriedly in how they could possibly cover up such a blunder on their companion's part. Amanti didn't feel like speaking up and soothing their worries, for now he just wanted to be treated to this Dr "Lei" and for the night to end on a sleepless, hungry note. For now though, as long as they feared, they would follow his orders even if his own position held no real standing in this place other than as a 'guest of the Emperor." Limping besides the carried creature, his ears pricked at the raspy utterance the creature was trying to form into words, "Hush now, Sindre. You're going to be taken care off now, there isn't anything to worry about." He soothed, gazing at the Mer, eyes drawn to the bruises he had sustained during the brutal clobbering. He could no longer see the guard, but rest assured he would be well informed of his mistake. Again, Amanti pushed that out of his mind, glad to leave the dark unsure sand of the shore to the comparable warmth of the palace once more, letting himself be led by the guards, hoping that their entrance wouldn't arouse sleeping minds. Then again, who knew what was lurking within the walls?</s> <\|message\|>Jin-Wei Long "I fear... there iss much to worry about." It was a solemn regard, spoken by the pale creature of which turned his head akin to an animal, peeking the looming command that was the Dragons Palace. If only such a place lay in ruin, if only it were to crumble into fine particles of forgotten affluence and buried under it's own arrogance. The creatures who ran the show were curiously unforgiving. Judging by the reptilian eyes, they seemed to be the only ones of Dragon descent, the Emperor and his little, bitter-hearted hier. Sindre thought, on any other day, he would be comforted by the promise of care and food on his terms, but this world above the surface wrung any sense of luxury from the proposal. There. Large, imposing crimson pillars welcomed them with an impressively sized gate. The walk to the palace had been silent on many parties-- no one had anything worth saying another, and Sindre considered himself a little too stunned from his fake escapade to wish the formation of words. His feet slapped against elaborate tile, cold but not discomforting to him, aside from the few pieces of glass gifted to him by karma. Once the Emperor found out, what would become of his outlandish attempt at escaping? Worse yet, if the Prince found out... They were presented to a rectangular door, a smaller one with less grandiose to it than other parts of the building, not that the merman could discern what made one door fancier than another. It was knocked precisely three times, then opened slowly, with the motion of a guard that the boys were to enter. The room was warm, kept alight and comforted by the crackle of a fire lodged into the wall. Chairs settled around it, long, bleached fabric that had been fixated to legs and cushion-stuffing. A table settled in the middle, topped with books that were dangerously close to toppling from the size of their piles, like knowledge-filled towers. There was a presence in the room, at the side furthest from the dimming light of the flames. A desk, once again, decorated with books, sat a creature content to scribble in ink and write down findings. It had hair not unlike the merman, white and pale, but with more silvery toned strung through-out, fashioned into a thick braid that fell over his robed shoulder. Once again, the eyes were undeniable. A strangely intelligent tone of lime, characteristically spiked by a reptilian pupil. His orbs were partially hidden behind thin, squared spectacles, which now found themselves pulled from his face, one of a man in his thirties, and folded gently between his fingers. "You are not palace staff, nor dragons from what I can pique... so I must inquire, what brings your presence to my attention, gentlemen?" His voice was eloquent, well pronounced in a language that was not his first. Soft, with a grace and upbrought way about it. As too, was the hand that gentle motioned to the chairs in his, as it would appear to be, study. "Do take a seat. The only reason I can fathom that you bless me with a visit is that one or both of you are injured or unwell. Since I can keenly scent your essence, I'll assume you're both bleeding." The tiny crimson rivulets were apparent on Sindre's chest, but it was the blood from Amanti's foot that sought the old creatures nose. Glasses placed upon the bridge of his face once more, the fire dimmed marginally as a log crumbled into ashes. "With lumps on your heads, too. Care to divulge as to how you came to meet with such injuries, gentlemen? So that I may better assess treatment for you both-- it would help to divulge the species you belong to." This man, who stepped akin to a paw-print in the snow and spoke like wings over water, was apparently, Doctor Lei.</s>	<\|message\|>Benome He didn't understand, he found himself having these sort of abstract moments increasingly so. Silence blanketed over him once more as he merely observed in the weakened creature from his own solace. Brow furrowing as he failed to understand and perhaps set himself back a few steps backwards even in trying to decipher what might as well be indecipherable or simply was a problem with no solution whatsoever. Perhaps he was just tired and the exhaustion was making him try to create problems and puzzles for himself out of some form of sheer sadism. He wasn't quite sure anymore as he allowed himself to lean most of his weight against the servant. Still eying Sindre in quiet waking repose. Not even wanting to add to his worries by allowing his mind to venture into the realm that questioned what might possibly befall them should the King find out that he had run out to find the creature, never mind if details of their injuries were omitted on part of the guard's. Perhaps he wouldn't know at all. It was much easier to think of this whole incident as never reaching the ears of the King nor his unruly prince, yes...so much simpler to keep that sort of mindset. Then there was only his wound and his awaiting bed, and of course, the creature that he seemed to have now taken under his wing, but that could be dealt with at a later date, to worry about. It was hard to even see the imposing pillars or the lavish tapestries hanging adorning the walls; they were nothing more than red and golden shaded blurs as his eyelids began to droop. The pain in his leg had started to taper into numbness, not because of blood loss thank the heavens, but merely because his own tiredness had finally come crashing down upon his shoulders like tumbling boulder. And like if the simile was real, he was struggling to stay awake or alive in matter of the metaphor-simile, he corrected himself last moment. Shaking his head to try and regain some consciousness, he lifted it up to gaze at the rather humble pair of doors they had been brought to. Slowly, turning his head over to glance at Sindre. Even in his failing consciousness he wanted to make sure that the mer was alright. He wasn't sure if he could trust the guard anymore to treat him well. As the own guard he had been leaning on let go of him, he stumbled, catching himself on the doorframe before he turned to receive Sindre. Taking his arm up and having to awkwardly hold him as he leaned most of his weight on the door. Amanti paused, turning to examine the abode before them; the shades of red having been used rather warmly here rather than outlandishly and pretentiously throughout the rest of the castle, not that Amanti dare ever bring that up to the king who's fondness for the color red seemed to overshadow his taste for lavish golds. Such harsh thoughts could only be formed whilst he was truly exhausted, it seemed. Shaking his head, he tore himself away from the obviously well lived in and furnished setting to that of the man that stood within the heart of the room. Blinking away some of sandman's spell from his eyes as he straightened in attempt to bow low to the man, the motion awkward and difficult with the position he was in. Taking in the man's aged and well worn features, something more than years in the lines etched across his face. The air of which he carried himself reflected what was already made obvious by the stacks of long tilted slabs of books crowding every available corner shelf and desktop. Even his words were lined, laced with wisdom beyond years. And with that wisdom there was a sense of welcoming. A warmth and...unmatching softness that Amanti hadn't heard in quite a while since he had gotten here. Instantly, he felt...what was the word, more at home stepping into the man's office. Bowing his head, he nodded, then limped towards the closest cloth lined chair where he could lay Sindre down upon before he rather apologetically had to drag his own chair over for him to sit himself down into. Keeping his foot lifted to avoid the crimson sanguine fluid from dripping and staining the soft carpet below him. Biting his lip as their own disheveled appearance was assessed, "Forgive me," He was quick to apologize, "For we have not even introduced ourselves and I have never had the...pleasure of meeting you. I am Amanti, Prince of the fae and this is Sindre, a...a mer." The words were a little rushed, perhaps because the man was sleepy and wanted to or perhaps because he wished not to start off rudely; though in case of the former it was hard to tell if either was true. "As, as for our injuries. We..we met with accident along the shoreline. There was.. there was glass upon the shore. And in stepping upon it, I grabbed my companion and caused us both to fall and hurt our heads against the rocks along the waves. My companion of which has suffered worse due to my own folly." He bowed his head, avoiding eye contact with the doctor. Lying was not something he enjoyed doing, but it didn't mean he was that bad at it.</s>
<\|description\|>Benome Age: 19 Short bio: Born half mer, Benome doesn't possess the ability to shape shift between tail and legs like full mers, but rather uses his legs underwater. He can't swim as fast as the others, but makes up for it by being able to stay up longer in air than most mers though he still needs water after a period to keep from drying out. He is also stronger than most mers. Name: Amanti Age: 2008 in human years, 22 in fae years. Species: Fae Short Bio: Fae or better known as a forest spirit, there are many many kinds, ranging from tree spirits to spirits of the sky to water nymphs, but none are so well known and powerful as Prince Amanti, Fae of the four seasons and son of the Father of the Skies and Mother of the earth. Unfortunately, Fae are a very looked down upon species as they are often very passive and docile in nature. Even the fire Faes look after the embers rather than use their blazing powers to take over a kingdom. This leads to them having to often submit to larger empires or kingdoms and make amends. It is simply not their way to fight, though, very few know of their truer powers. Amanti himself is Fae of the Seasons and often changes appearance based on the season or sometimes on his mood: Fall: A kind of inbetween for him, it's usually when he feels mildly excited but not too excited. In simple words; he's comfortable but not over the top. Special feature: There's always a mild breeze blowing around him and he smells like autumn leaves. Once in a while you may hear something crunch when you're touching his hair like the sound of crunchy autumn leaves, but he denies this. Winter: Cool, usually when he's feeling like he needs some time alone or when he just feels like he's not in the mood for anything. Special Feature: Instead of tears, he cries snow flakes, the air is visibly colder around him and water tends to frost in his presence. He glows a pale white in the dark Summer: An obvious mood when he's angry, fired up or excited even. Special Feature: The air around him ranges from warm to hot depending on the intensity of his feeling and he actually glows orange in the dark, brighter than his Winter form. Spring: When he's calm or at peace, which is rare. This is jokingly the sweetest of his phases. Special features: He cries sweet sap if he should need to cry, the air around him smells like sweet spring flowers and every so often you can find a flower or a small leaf tangled in his hair. Don't try to water him though or asks if he needs any sun.</s> <\|message\|>Benome Of course, he shouldn't have been so silly under Doctor's orders. One last nod to the Dragon and a little guilt flickering as he observed the man, still somewhat stooped in age, bending down to replace his fallen books and show a sign of his own exhaustion. He really was such a troublesome guest, he supposed, and all on the first day of his visit. Night hadn't even passed yet. He let out a silent sigh, less of it attributed to him having to better support the Mer's weight upon him since his prior plan of supporting one another didn't seem to work out very favorably. He did not mind that Sindre had to cling, but he wished the Mer wasn't so tall and cumbersome. He had never quite known what it was like to 'learn' how to walk, to suddenly know how to not use one's own limbs, but he figured the Mer was completely new to what could be considered alien appendages to him. The height difference forced him to reach up awkwardly to loop his arms around the Mer's side and support his chest wholly as they made their way forward. At least, the Mer responding to his speaking encouraged the Fae as he broke from his completely despondent state, perhaps he was only ever so withdrawn and walled off when he was in the presence of others or perhaps in the presence of more than one person. He could understand not liking crowds, the feeling was all too familiar to him at times, but even more so was the feeling of not being around enough people. The Fae might have sighed once more if not for the Mer's sweetly naive and simple curiosity, a small smile tugging up at the corners of his lips as he tried to elaborate, "Well, it's a place where many of us return to sleep to at night. It's...a piece of furniture or-" He trailed off, having to ponder his next words a little, "-functional decoration if you will. I will show you what it is once we get back to my room." And it was almost becoming comfortable supporting the Mer creature or at least speaking to him was well enough to overshadow the burden of the awkward tangling of limbs and movements until they reached their destination. The Mer's words did confuse him a little though, the smile slipping off his face as his brow knit. Strange sounds? In the midst of a dark starless night, sounding into his room? A longing sound? That threw him off, but did nay sway what he said next, "Perhaps it is merely your imagination Sindre, especially on the land, you might well be disorientated or even just hungry if you had not yet eaten then. I'm sure you'll feel of clearer mind once you're rested and fed." He paused and stared down at the floor before he lifted his head, processing the rest of the clashing hisses, "And, you do not want to go back to the sea?" That seemed like a sudden decision even on the creature's part, especially when before he seemed to have no qualms when the Fae spoke of getting him back to the ocean's depths, "That, seems like a colossal decision, Sindre." He said quietly, "Maybe you should rest before you make any big decisions. Here," He patted the mattress next to Sindre after he had set him down upon it, "This is what we call a bed and..a bath is ,from what I understand, a container that people fill with water to wash themselves in, though I know that at times, they merely wish to soak themselves and relax in the waters. I have not yet seen my own, but it may be big enough to accommodate you for the night." He tried to make do with hand gestures, pretending to outline the figure of a tub; hopefully suffice to explain it's width and size. He thought he had explained it adequately enough for the Mer to understand. He wondered what else the Mer would not know about though, he didn't think there was very much beneath the waves to know. Never mind, Amanti would address it once the subject was brought up. "Don't worry too much about it, just rest here and think about it a little bit while I get you something to eat okay?" Leaning over the bed, he tugged at the blanket that he'd discarded earlier after use as a curtain. Without thinking, he drew it over the Mer's shoulders, letting it drape across him like a cloak before he turned on his heel and very carefully kicked the carpet over the remaining pieces of shattered glass to hopefully avoid future injury. A small wave to the Mer and another quick assurance that he'd be back soon and he was out of the door. His foot felt much better, a little numb at the very least. He could well remember his way towards the dining room, after having run from there all the way back to the room when he had heard the Mer had gone. He figured that the kitchen would not be far off from there, if not right next to the room in a much small cooking area. Though, everything seemed so extravagant, he wasn't sure what to expect entering said facility.</s> <\|message\|>Jin-Wei Long "My dessicion iss mine. I do not wissh to return to the ssea." His apparent choice was spoken with a touch more gusto than prior, as if to reiterate to his 'owner' that he had truly decided to leave water entirely. A creature whom, having little knowledge of the more humanoid anatomy, must have no realised the consequences of his choice. How could this being possibly wish to continue a life with legs, when now, even the blanket that had graciously been draped across the vaguely broad definition of pale shoulders had seen to it that his crest turned anxiously. Why had Amanti placed this odd, soft coating upon him? Was it for decency? Speaking of, Sindre's attention was drawn to the attire he had put on without a thought. A shirt that was a little too large with buttons he couldn't master, and trousers that persisted on being a touch too small. He'd be sure to wriggle out of these god-awful clothing. Once Amanti had left him to his own devices, Sindre had little but the rumble of his stomach to keep him company, and the thoughts that coursed through-out his pained crest. Just who or what had created that sound on the beach? Bright rubies moved to admire the remains of the sunset in the curtained balcony, but all peace left him when the moonlight bounced from the bobbing waters of his home. A frown greeted their welcoming sparkles, it was as if the sea-shore was inviting him to re-consider his hasty choice of abode. He shook his head once. No, he would not return. For he had heard of a better place, with kinder people, than the treacherous surf he had grown accustomed to. A place where a certain Fae claimed to have hailed. = = = Perhaps Amanti had not expected Jin-Wei, then. The Draconian beast evidently hadn't expected the Fae, either. Not when he was blatantly holding a platter of less than delicious looking piscine selections. Spikes from fish that puffed up, spines from eels and stingers from aquatic delicacies-- everything that no one would eat. Not even to give to a dog. "Well well well. Look who's here. 'Fraid the kitchen is closed, you should have eaten your din-din's when we gave it to you. Might have saved me a bruise if you had done-- but that's fine, I know where I stand with you, 'Prince'." There was nothing friendly about Jin-Wei. His voice was often hollow with little tone or emotion behind it, but his words meant ill. His face never seemed to express anything other than dull observation, but it was all too apparent he could provoke-- and be provoked in the very emotion his face lacked. "Nice stunt with the door, by the way-- but try come up with your own revenge than some knock-off of what I've done. It's so not cool. Even so, I knew you couldn't keep up the goody-two-shoes act, and I'm glad about that. I hate the whimsical, never-do-wrong guys who's flaw is their just so shy." Oh dear. Well. Now that Jin had glimpsed into why he apparently disdained the Prince so, he seemed ready to shove him out the way and leave, playing a little game of innie-mennie-minnie-moe with the selection of inedible fish. Let's see Amanti top this one, huh? Sandals stepped away from the catering area with a determined stride, one powered by revenge and mischief rolled into one child, a Prince with too much time to spare and too little to lose from his actions. "I can tell by your foot you met Uncle Lei. I wonder what you went and did to have to go and see him. Maybe I'll swing by and ask him after I give your pet some scraps." He must have meant his horrible meal that he'd all but slain in the kitchen, given the bloodied knives and disregard for the fish sprawled across the tiled floors. All the same, they had been cut rather professionally despite the mess, clean cuts without any hack and slash, as if the Prince held some talent, background or passion for culinary arts. Unlike him, perhaps.</s>	<\|message\|>Benome The light flooding in abundantly from the open door should've been a clue, but Amanti was naïve enough to think that perhaps someone had left a flame on or that it was normal to leave the lights on in the darkness of the night. With more thought, he might've suspected a late night snacker other than himself had chosen to occupy the kitchen and pantry at this particular time, but never did he think he'd come face to face with the imperious prince expertly dicing through and plating an assortment piscine and cephalopods; very few of which Amanti could recognize and name through their less 'friendly' spinose body segments. He froze in the door way, hands placed cautiously against the frame as his silver eyes met the gold flecked orbs of the draconian prince. The latter speaking sooner than the man could fully process and respond to the coincidental conventionality of the situation. Springing to attention as he was addressed even with the venomous condescending tongue of the prince, he straightened and tilted his head up further; not exactly shifting away from his meeker stance. It took him precious seconds longer to find his tongue and voice hiding in the back of his own throat and even in all that time, his mind was still piecing together some form of response to the Prince's cutting greeting. His tongue seemed more ready than his emotions, but Amanti was searching for response, not rebuff, "It is, peculiar that I should see you tonight as well, Prince Jin Wei." He bowed his head and kept his gaze to the floor though the platter of unappetizing seafood made his mind and stomach uneasy and queasy, he had a bad feeling; no almost instinctual knowing that the Prince was probably up to mischief, "Forgive me for being so hasty in my departure from the dinner table, but-" He began, but cut himself off almost as simultaneously as Jin Wei did when the Prince opened his mouth once more. It was then, then that the Fae wasn't afraid to lift his head and meet the man's gaze full on, silver eyes as bright and piercing as the ever watching full moon, but clouded with confusion at mention of some door and more jibs and jaunty barbs at his personality that seemed vaguely insulting despite...well, it was confusing simply put and Amanti didn't quite grasp it. His brow furrowing as he stared up at the prince before his gaze, the silver of his eyes flickering between a full, half and crescent moon every so often, slid over to the platter that the prince indicated. Almost on cue, he stepped back when Jin Wei approached him, taking that stride as intent to leave the room and subsequently the conversation on that note. His lips pressing together in a thin line and his right foot slid back and hid behind his left as Jin Wei made that observation, "I stepped on some loose shards of glass, that is all." He offered as explanation, hurriedly before his attention was once more brought back to the platter Jin Wei carried and then to the mucus and blood that stained the kitchen floor, fish scales glittering up in the light and the disemboweled creature in question staring up as if disbelieving of it's fate. It made the Fae, who dare not touch meat, feel sick. The boy's cut was expert, but all else seemed rather sloppy. As his stomach churned furiously, having nothing to squeeze and regurgitate out, the Fae once again turned to the man and his deadly plate, "You can't serve that to Sindre! It.." he paused, realizing he had spoken out of place, "He may not find it edible to his species," Bowing his head, he took a breath and bowed, "Please, there must be something from the sea that he can eat without worry. I know it may have taken great effort on your part to prepare such, delicacies for him and I, but I do not think it will suit his needs. Let me apologise on his part."</s>
<\|description\|>Kara Roberts Age: 23 Personality: +Kind hearted +Strong willed +Dexterous +Smart +Quick Thinker -Bad with weapons -Afraid of close quarters combat -Emotional -Haunted by memories -Generally avoids combat Biography: Kara was born into a survivor camp just north of Virginia, the camp welcomed anybody it could find. 16 years after her birth a power struggle began in the camp, it was split into two halves. One half consisted of those who wanted survival over all else, wanting to remove the weak from the camp. The other half being the opposite, keeping other people alive, able bodied or not. Kara found herself as an ambassador between the two groups, helping to resolve the struggle. Fights broke out between the two groups and many people died, until eventually the strong left, leaving Kara in a group with the weak. Kara managed to keep this group going for 7 years, drawing in more and more members. At the age of 16 she met a girl called Anna, the two quickly became lovers. Some of the more powerful members of the group heard about the relationship between Kara and Anna and urged that it be stopped, claiming "If the women get together, no children will be born and the future will be lost". Kara understood this but loved Anna too much to stop, they were quickly kicked out from the group and forced to survive on their own. Kara and Anna began heading south towards Virginia, it was their only hope of survival, there must be something there for them. But as they entered Virginia tragedy struck. Kara and Anna were attacked by the langue, and Anna sacrificed herself to save Kara. Now she wanders alone, hoping to find somebody, anybody. Relationships: Anna (deceased): Kara's lover for 7 years, murdered by a langue James and Sharon (deceased: Kara's parents, died shortly after her birth. Lens and Iris: I don't like it but I have no choice but to stick with these two for now, chances are they're waiting for the opportunity to kill me. I may have to get them first.</s> <\|message\|>Iris Jane Barret As the two weary travelers came across the slowly decaying sign, Iris raised her eyebrows in an odd mix of confusion and shock. The sign was illuminated by the bright daylight. "Hey Len, What's that sign say right there?" she called, her southern drawl seeping from her lips, as she pointed. Len gazed at the bent cigarrette from the crumpled pack in his hand, glaring. It was getting harder and harder to find a decent smoke in the world these days. Sighing, he flipped his zippo lighter, letting the flame lick the tip of his smoke. Taking in a deep breath, he blew a ring of grey into the air, before looking over at Iris as she called out to him. "Whaddaya want, Iris?" He asked, a drawl in his voice to match hers. The question was rhetorical, of course. He'd go see what she wanted regardless. Taking a few steps forward, hand resting habitually on the stock of his crossbow, he stared at the sign that Iris was pointing to. Squinting his eyes in the blazing sun, he read alloud: "Well-come to Virginia. Thas' all it says, Iris. Well, wait jes a sec now, we got some graffiti." Stepping closer, he inspected something that was carved into the sign. "Don't feed the Langue….the fuck would someone be a-feedin' them damn Earthworms for anyway? The fuck is wrong with people?" Iris looked at the letters on the sign as Len read them, she supposed that made sense, her illiteracy didn't help much in the matter. "I could name lotsa' things wrong with people, but I ain't here to write your biography." she teased, pushing his shoulder playfully hard as they began to trek into this new found land: Virginia Len took another long drag from the cigarette, and lightly blew smoke in Iris' face as she pushed him, letting out a chuckle. [b] "Sheeeiiiit, ain't like you could read none o what you was writin' anyway, Iris, so I 'spect I'm safe." Laughing, and realizing he might pay for that little comeback, he tossed the butt of his cigarette on the ground, crushing it beneath his large boots. He looked into Iris' eyes for a long moment, remembering some of their childhood together. He gave her shit sure, but if someone else dared say that to her they'd be eating their teeth. Or a langue would be eating them, if they were lucky. He chuckled again, fondly remembering the time he got into a fight with a merchant back when they still had a group of people. Iris had kept him from getting flat kicked out. Of course, when you took a swing at the only guy in the group that knew how to "procure" things, it tended to piss people off. "We got ourselves a way's yet to go, Iris." Len said, pulling out his atlas of the US, and pointing to some distant hills. "Over yonder a ways is where we wanna be a walkin.' 'Course, there's bound to be some a them Earthworms floatin' around." Len flashed his teeth in a grin. "Same ones some dumbasses been feedin,' I recon." A grimace swept across Iris' face as the smoke of the cigarette was blown rudely into her face. She didn't like that Len took up such nasty habits, but was getting used to it regardless. Rolling her dark almond eyes she ignored his comment about her not being able to read or write, as they glanced at one another- holding their gaze. Iris looked away first, which caused Len to pull the atlas from his bag and look up their direction. Iris nodded painfully as he spoke, they had been traveling what seemed like forever. "I've been wishing some dumbass would feed me." she groaned, as the two walked slowly side by side. "With that note, do ya' think we could stop for some grub? I know you got some of that squirrel still." she cooed, giving him a small pout as she stopped in her tracks. "I'll make the fire if you skin it!" she pleaded, getting to work on the fire before Len could disagree with her. A hungry woman was worst than a langue any day. It wasn't long before the two had a fire roaring, the smell of a slow cooking squirrel being drifted through the air. The last few days it had been raining, so this bright spring day was considered quite a blessing for any living creature.</s> <\|message\|>Kara Roberts Kara was wandering the rough lands of Virginia alone, her messy red hair blowing gently in the wind. She had been without human contact for 3 months now and all she had left was a locket around her neck and a few lousy makeshift weapons. She was running out of water and food, I can't go on much longer... she thought to herself. Off in the corner of her eye she could see something slightly resembling a light, Kara decided to get closer, having no other real choice. As she got closer the light source became clear to her, a flame with two people sat next to it. She raised her makeshift projecticle launcher forward and approached slowly, aiming it towards the pair "Grab any weapons and I'll shoot!" Kara shouted this towards the couple, her voice timid and weak "I don't want to harm you" She shouted again, getting closer.</s> <\|message\|>Len Sclera IRIS LEN ******* Len was enjoying the warmth of the fire, his assault rifle laying a few feet away, crossbow right next to the log he was relaxing on. He looked over at Iris, smiling as he bit into some squirrel. "This is the life, ain't it? Sittin' in the while, eatin' food ya hunt with yer own bow. Goddamn, if it weren't for the Langue hangin' around, this would be the perfect life, ya know? Must've been amazing, in the days before those overgrown worms took over." Taking another bite of squirrel, he set the tiny little leg down, sighing. He felt a bit stupid, nostalgic for a time he never even knew. But that's how it was these days. He was about to say something else, when he heard someone yell; "Grab any weapons and I'll shoot. I don't want to harm you!" Len rolled his eyes, turning a steely gaze towards Iris. "Son of a beeoch, Iris...we jes' can't catch us a break, can we? It's always somethin' I suppose." Raising his hands slowly above his head, he sighed heavily, once more rolling his eyes in exasperation, and turned to face whomever had spoken. He was shocked to see a young looking redhead aiming….something at him.It looked like a makeshift weapon of some sort, something crudely thrown together. He noted how timid she sounded she'd spoken. He looked at her, eyes flitting up and down. Yeah he was checking her out, how could he not? He wasn't dead after all. But the nerve of her, to just walk right up to them like that. He turned back to Iris, then shrugged, and lowered his arms, slowly beginning to roll up his sleeves. "Ya know what, Iris? Screw this crap, I ain't havin' someone with a freaking ghetto-ass sling threatin' me." he began to glare at the woman before him, eyes furrowing heavily. "Awright miss, you wanna go? You wanna fuck with us? Fine, you and me, right fuckin' now. I'm ready to dance, let's do this. Throw your pussy weapon away, and let's tangle girl. I love me a good fight, ain't that right Iris?" With those words, he started forward, slightly raising his arms and lowering his body, a street fighting stance, relaxed, eyes glittering with delight. WHAAAAAAAAAP The sound of Iris' hand slapping against the back of Len's head echoed only slightly. What she had lacked in intelligence she made up with speed. "Ya' just can't go around beating up ladies!" Iris argued, annoyed that she hadn't even gotten a bite of her food yet before this woman showed up. She turned to the red head, looking a tad bit apologetic but mostly annoyed. "Y'all have to excuse my brother, he ain't got no type of manners. We don't have much on us, but if you want make some type of deal we can do that." she spoke, carefully eyeing the weapon she held pointed at them. Len gasped in surprise as Iris' hand connected with his head. He turned towards her, startled, dropping his hands and rubbing his head. "Hey, what the hell??" he murmured, looking hurt. He raised an eyebrow as she mentioned not going around beating women. "Oh come on, dad did it all the time!!" he exclaimed, eyes wide. "'Sides, she's the one who came up to us, holdin' a cotton-pickin' weapon, threatin' you an' me. If any gal ever deserved a beatin', this one does!" Folding his arms over his chest, Len listened as Iris spoke to the woman, glaring at her. He rolled his eyes as Iris told the newcommer that he never had any manners. "But she don't have no manners, neither," he argued, if possible, eyes narrowing even further. Scoffing at the idea of a deal, he turned to face Iris again, arms still folded over his chest. "Wait, what? Trade? With someone tryin' to steal from us? What kinda' survivors are we, lettin' people jes' do that crap? Damn, Iris, why don't we jes' go a wavin' a neon sign, say's 'bitches ready to be robbed, come one, come all' over our pretty lil' heads. Sheeeiiit. That's how things go, 'round here. Lettin' this gal take 'vantage of us." He glared coldly at the red-head, jerking a thumb in her direction. "Be different if she'd jes' said please or somethin', ya know? Goddamn youth these days, sheeiit." Blinking slowly, Iris listened to Len bitch on and on about things. "Maybe if you stopped running your damn mouth the lady could have had time to say something!" Iris growled back, raising her voice, "The only sign you should be waving is one that says you're a big, dumb, langue loving, squirrel sucking, smelly, inbred… ass!" she screamed back. Iris was hungry, so how could anyone blame her? Before Len had time to think, Iris charged at Len pushing him as hard as she could, toppling over their slow cooker (stick) and knocking the remaining squirrel into the fire below. Iris stopped, and it seemed the world stopped turning on it's axis as well as the slow motion of the squirrel falling to it's death repeated several times in Iris' head. Whipping her half shaved head at the woman she smiled with a cheeky grin. "You'll have to excuse' us for a minute." she chirped, before turning to the grounded Len and springing on top of him- her legs straddled above his chest. She began slapping him violently across the face, yelling things that not even Iris quite understood.</s>	<\|message\|>Kara Roberts Kara noted the pair fighting and slowly approached closer, grabbing the crossbow from next to the rock. She aimed this at Iris, though not quite sure how it works "Get up!" She shouted as loud as she could, the fear in her voice getting more obvious. I should just run, Anna wouldn't have gotten this close she thought to herself</s>
<\|description\|>Kara Roberts Age: 23 Personality: +Kind hearted +Strong willed +Dexterous +Smart +Quick Thinker -Bad with weapons -Afraid of close quarters combat -Emotional -Haunted by memories -Generally avoids combat Biography: Kara was born into a survivor camp just north of Virginia, the camp welcomed anybody it could find. 16 years after her birth a power struggle began in the camp, it was split into two halves. One half consisted of those who wanted survival over all else, wanting to remove the weak from the camp. The other half being the opposite, keeping other people alive, able bodied or not. Kara found herself as an ambassador between the two groups, helping to resolve the struggle. Fights broke out between the two groups and many people died, until eventually the strong left, leaving Kara in a group with the weak. Kara managed to keep this group going for 7 years, drawing in more and more members. At the age of 16 she met a girl called Anna, the two quickly became lovers. Some of the more powerful members of the group heard about the relationship between Kara and Anna and urged that it be stopped, claiming "If the women get together, no children will be born and the future will be lost". Kara understood this but loved Anna too much to stop, they were quickly kicked out from the group and forced to survive on their own. Kara and Anna began heading south towards Virginia, it was their only hope of survival, there must be something there for them. But as they entered Virginia tragedy struck. Kara and Anna were attacked by the langue, and Anna sacrificed herself to save Kara. Now she wanders alone, hoping to find somebody, anybody. Relationships: Anna (deceased): Kara's lover for 7 years, murdered by a langue James and Sharon (deceased: Kara's parents, died shortly after her birth. Lens and Iris: I don't like it but I have no choice but to stick with these two for now, chances are they're waiting for the opportunity to kill me. I may have to get them first.</s> <\|message\|>Kara Roberts Kara followed behind at a safe distance, not too far, but not too close. She was still shaking, the langue could easily show up any moment now and kill Len and Irs. Then she would be alone ago, she seemed to have a knack for surviving unforgiving odds. "Hey uh, where exactly are we going?" In her mind Kara imagined a huge compound, full of people all living happily. It would be like the langue didn't exist. Everytime she blinked she could see it again, her parents would be there, her mentor would be there. But most importantly Anna would be there, sweet innocent Anna with her beautiful blue eyes and long blonde hair. Kara had thought about giving up many times, finding a way to kill herself. But Anna wouldn't want that, she always had a dream and Kara was going to make sure it happened. Every night back at the sanctuary Kara and Anna would climb up onto the roof of the living quarters and watch the sunset together, cuddling. "We're gon' expand this place" Anna would say this every time "Find new people, repopulate." Kara would always just sit and listen to Anna talk about her plan "My father reckoned there's a way to kill all the langue, he never told me what though. But I'm gon' find it Kara, you can trust me on that. And when I do, we're gonna get married and have a family of our own. It'll be like this never happened!" Kara's eyes opened and she was back to reality, her eyes began to well up again. "Anna..." she said to herself, though Len and Iris could hear her quite well</s> <\|message\|>Alex "Rocket" Jones Alex listened from the shadows of the trees as the trio seemed to calm down enough to communicate with each other. Alex was liking the man's style more and more. He had a cool approach to everything, even when the redhead was pointing a crossbow at his friend. He even got in between it and his friend, improbably guessing that the redhead lacked the guts to fire on the two of them. And he spoke in such a way that Alex knew he meant business. Alex shivered again as the rain began to start, holding back a growl. Great, right as her clothes were starting to get dry. She watched as the man pushed past the redhead, with his friend with the cool hair following close behind. Both of them pushed past the girl violently. It was clear to see who was the easier target. The redhead seemed to be too scared to move, easy pickings. Alex waited until it seemed like the man and the woman were a distance away before she began to creep out of the trees, still keeping hidden. She needed the element of surprise. But right as she was making herself seen she noticed something. The redhead was crying. Alex swallowed, tense. And then quickly ducked back into the trees as the girl ran past her, trying to catch up. Alex let out a soft curse, knowing the redhead wouldn't be able to hear her. She half expected the man and woman to laugh her off. What could the two of them do with such an emotional weakling? Bait maybe. She was mostly angry at her loss of a good target. Alex rolled her eyes, trying to compose herself. The redhead likely didn't have anything on her. Her painfully empty stomach forced her to check the abandoned fire pit, to see if any of the squirrel remained. But there was nothing but dust. She looked up at the three figures, now pretty far away. Maybe they would eventually kick out the redhead. Or better yet, lead Alex to something. She followed behind the three, keeping as slow and quiet as she could. She was getting pretty close to them, but something was making it hard to walk. The ground and mud felt loose and shifty. Alex nearly found herself stumbling, catching herself. But not before letting out a curse and a gasp.</s> <\|message\|>Espen HolterThe Hunter "What about here Rose?" He didn't hear any kind of response. He never got a response. No matter how many times Espen asked the teddy bear the stuffed animal remained silent. Espen glanced at the lofty tree. If Rose doesn't think this is a suitable resting place then Espen doesn't. The man squeezed the plushie closer to himself before trudging away from the possible hideous sepulcher. After only a few steps, he felt his finger get lightly prodded. Espen peered down at the toy to find a small flower stem sticking out of it. The stem's discoloration showed the flowers that filled the teddy bear were dying which Espen couldn't allow. His trudging gradually turned into jogging as he looked around the area for flowers. Eventually, he came across some roses that not only looked nice but would partially mask the stench of his decaying sister's body. Espen cut away at the stems of multiple flowers with his knife until he could fill his coat pockets and hands with the aromatic flowers. Should be eno- Espen's thoughts were interrupted by the angry boom of thunder. Well... shit. He didn't wanna get soaked or eaten so Espen sprinted towards the closest shelter to him, some old (hopefully) uninhabited buildings. Once inside some structure with a roof he placed Rose onto the ground and proceeded to undo the stitches that kept the bear's cloth together. The moment he did so he saw her. Rose's body surrounded by equally lifeless lilies. Espen's attempt at holding back tears was absolutely pointless. He was hunched over the corpse, crying and sobbing. One of the reasons he entered this place was to stay dry and his tears falling onto Rose made entering here somewhat pointless. He slowly removed all of the dead lilies and replaced them with the newly picked roses then sewed the toy back together. "I'm sorry." Espen wiped the tears from his face and placed his only companion down, letting it lean on the wall. He looked at his overcast surroundings and sat himself down next to the bear. "We'll just have to wait."</s> <\|message\|>Iris Jane Barret Approaching the large empty grain silo Iris looked at the decomposing outside, running her hand along the exterior she felt the chipping paint crumble against her fingertips. Soon they met with the ladder to get inside. "Let's hope she's open." Iris mentioned to Len and Kara, giving a cheeky grin. She looked liked a wet dog, but the shower had been long overdue. Gripping to the slippery metal ladder, Iris began quickly ascending. Losing her footing when she was a bit more than half way- she let out a sharp gasp before flinging her petite body to the cold metal, holding on for dear life. "Fuck!" she muttered, gathering herself before continuing her climb. As she reached the door and tried the handle. It was unlocked. Looking down to Len and Kara Iris gave a thumbs up to indicate she was okay and that it was safe to climb up. Pushing open the door Iris was greeted with an unpleasant sight- the silo was empty. The group could not use the grain as a layer of protection and more room to walk, but the few feet of inner ring of railing and landing would be enough for the night. Len grunted in reply as Iris mentioned hoping the door was open. He expected it to be, but if not...hell, he could always make an entrance if need be. He gave Kara a quick glance, before following Iris inside, wondering what sight would await them. He'd seen some...interesting things in abandoned buildings. Some quite grisly. He watched as Iris started climbing the wet ladder. "Hey there now, you be a-care--" he hadn't even finished the sentence when she lost her grip. Eyes wide, he dashed forward as though to catch her should she fall, but she somehow managed to stay on the ladder. Letting out a deep sigh of relief. "Don't go breakin' yer neck now, ya hear?" he hollered up as Iris began to climb once more. Turning to Kara, he said "Awright, let's get a climbin' and try not to fall, eh?" With that, he took hold of the rungs. He was wondering if he'd lose his grip around the same place Iris did, but he made it up without incident. He glanced around, noting the emptiness of the area. "Well, ain't this a son of a bitch," he spoke, crossing his arms. "Well, leas' the worms might not be smellin' us as good up here. I hope."</s> <\|message\|>Kara Roberts Kara followed them up, climbing up the ladders very slowly being sure not to make the same mistake Iris did. She caught up to them and looked around, disappoint in her eyes "Uh, this is your hold out?" She said, drenched in rain. Kara looked around the small area, being very careful with her footing "It's better than nothing I suppose" She sighed before sitting on the flooring, removing her wet head scarf. She kept her eyes on Len and Iris before deciding to talk again "Listen, about earlier. I don't know what I was thinking"</s> <\|message\|>Espen HolterThe Hunter Sitting down made his own weariness apparent. After a long yawn, Espen jabbed himself in the leg, but the pain didn't make him wakeful. His eyes repeatedly closed and opened as he fought the futile battle against sleep. Espen willingly laid down and reached for his teddy bear. He easily ignored the cold ground and squeezed the plushy close to himself, he finally closed his eyes. Espen's exhaustion and the rainfall limited Espen's senses, but he was still capable of hearing the curses and words uttered by fellow invaders. Sleeping while other survivors are around would be asking for death. Espen rose as alive as ever, he briskly grabbed his things and prepared his crossbow. The man inspected the area before noting some boot marks leading to a silo. He grasped the metal ladder and climbed upwards. Espen wrapped his fingers around the slippery handle and opened it. Regardless of his awkward footing, he aimed his crossbow down towards the bottom of the silo at the three invaders. "I can't really go to sleep until you guys do." Espen stated as he rubbed his eyes, still aiming his crossbow at the three of them.</s>	<\|message\|>Kara Roberts Kara stared at Espen 'Guess I'm not the only one who points weapons at these guys' she thought to herself, deciding it best to keep her mouth shut There wasn't much she could do for Len and Iris in this situation, she barely knew their names, and they didn't know hers. She sat back, eyes fixated on the crossbow, one hand on Lens crossbow still. Kara sighed before deciding to say something "Easy now, we're friendly" She said to him "Atleast I think so anyway..." Kara muttered the last part under her breath</s>
<\|description\|>Alex "Rocket" Jones Age: Fourteen Personality: Positive: Perceptive: Being born and raised in a time where anything can and will kill you, she has a pretty good sense of sight and hearing. Youthful: No fear of achey backs or tired legs here! Adaptive: Alex is good at changing plans at the drop of a dime, and she is pretty good at hiding in small spaces. Cooperative: Once she trusts you, she has no problem working with others or even taking orders from others. Friendly: Most of the time, Alex seems to lack any mean bones in her body. Negative: Uneducated: In a traditional sense. Alex's ability to count, spell and read are extremely limited. Small: Alex is petite, meaning it's easier to pick her up and push her over. Untrusting: She has no need to trust strangers, or even people she has known for a short amount of time. She will always assume these people are out to hurt her. Thievish: Alex has a tendency to steal and horde. This could be anything from food and supplies to rocks. Having piles of stuff makes her feel secure. Timid: Alex is a hard nut to crack when it comes to social interaction. She would rather keep quiet and hide then cling to people. Biography: Alex's upbringing was anything but nurturing. She was born of an unfortunate woman and some unfortunate experiences with a man. It would have made sense for her to die before she was born, or maybe shortly after, but the pack of scavengers couldn't help but see the value in a newborn. It was easy, set down the crying child and let some good samaritans run over and try to save her. And then they get robbed, murdered and scattered and the cycle continues. And when Alex was old enough to walk and talk it was even easier. She would hobble over to a group of survivors, eyes all wide and sad, and beg for food. And then her much larger and more violent caretakers would seal the deal. Alex's birth mother was allowed to do the feeding and cleaning of Alex while she was an infant, but as soon as Alex was old enough and capable enough to walk on her own the scavengers killed her mother. Right in front of Alex. As a way to show the difference between weakness and strength. A lesson, the first of many. Alex figured this was all there was to life, but it didn't seem all that bad. Any time she questioned her groups leader she would be given food or a shiny object to keep her mouth shut. And with this her hoarding problem began. While Alex struggled to learn the value of mercy, instead learning the value of 'What's yours is mine and what's mine is mine', she also learned skills vital to her survival. The world was a cruel place, and it was particularly cruel to a young girl, and her survival wouldn't be handed to her on a silver platter. Once she was ten years old she really began her career as a scavenger. Having small hands and body was useful when it came to digging through piles of rubble. What she didn't like was the killing, at this point she was starting to understand what her group was doing, but questioned nothing. This was just the way life was meant to be lived. But nothing lasted forever, especially human life. One day, while scavenging through an old trailer park, a Langue got the jump on her group, snapping up and killing everyone, except for Alex who was able to wedge herself into a cupboard. Alex stayed in that cupboard long after she knew the coast was clear. She wasn't sure what to do or how to feel. Her entire group was gone, killed. And while they were never gentle with each other it was the closest Alex had to a family. This was also the first time Alex was ever without a leader. Sure people had died in the past, but this was Alex's first time being completely alone. She had been left to make her own choices from now on. All of this new found freedom scared Alex, but she decided to continue in what her old group was doing. Traveling to Maine. Relationships: Iris Barret: Cool hair. Len Sclera: Total Badass. Kara Roberts Can't even hold a crossbow.</s> <\|message\|>Kara Roberts Kara was wandering the rough lands of Virginia alone, her messy red hair blowing gently in the wind. She had been without human contact for 3 months now and all she had left was a locket around her neck and a few lousy makeshift weapons. She was running out of water and food, I can't go on much longer... she thought to herself. Off in the corner of her eye she could see something slightly resembling a light, Kara decided to get closer, having no other real choice. As she got closer the light source became clear to her, a flame with two people sat next to it. She raised her makeshift projecticle launcher forward and approached slowly, aiming it towards the pair "Grab any weapons and I'll shoot!" Kara shouted this towards the couple, her voice timid and weak "I don't want to harm you" She shouted again, getting closer.</s> <\|message\|>Len Sclera IRIS LEN ******* Len was enjoying the warmth of the fire, his assault rifle laying a few feet away, crossbow right next to the log he was relaxing on. He looked over at Iris, smiling as he bit into some squirrel. "This is the life, ain't it? Sittin' in the while, eatin' food ya hunt with yer own bow. Goddamn, if it weren't for the Langue hangin' around, this would be the perfect life, ya know? Must've been amazing, in the days before those overgrown worms took over." Taking another bite of squirrel, he set the tiny little leg down, sighing. He felt a bit stupid, nostalgic for a time he never even knew. But that's how it was these days. He was about to say something else, when he heard someone yell; "Grab any weapons and I'll shoot. I don't want to harm you!" Len rolled his eyes, turning a steely gaze towards Iris. "Son of a beeoch, Iris...we jes' can't catch us a break, can we? It's always somethin' I suppose." Raising his hands slowly above his head, he sighed heavily, once more rolling his eyes in exasperation, and turned to face whomever had spoken. He was shocked to see a young looking redhead aiming….something at him.It looked like a makeshift weapon of some sort, something crudely thrown together. He noted how timid she sounded she'd spoken. He looked at her, eyes flitting up and down. Yeah he was checking her out, how could he not? He wasn't dead after all. But the nerve of her, to just walk right up to them like that. He turned back to Iris, then shrugged, and lowered his arms, slowly beginning to roll up his sleeves. "Ya know what, Iris? Screw this crap, I ain't havin' someone with a freaking ghetto-ass sling threatin' me." he began to glare at the woman before him, eyes furrowing heavily. "Awright miss, you wanna go? You wanna fuck with us? Fine, you and me, right fuckin' now. I'm ready to dance, let's do this. Throw your pussy weapon away, and let's tangle girl. I love me a good fight, ain't that right Iris?" With those words, he started forward, slightly raising his arms and lowering his body, a street fighting stance, relaxed, eyes glittering with delight. WHAAAAAAAAAP The sound of Iris' hand slapping against the back of Len's head echoed only slightly. What she had lacked in intelligence she made up with speed. "Ya' just can't go around beating up ladies!" Iris argued, annoyed that she hadn't even gotten a bite of her food yet before this woman showed up. She turned to the red head, looking a tad bit apologetic but mostly annoyed. "Y'all have to excuse my brother, he ain't got no type of manners. We don't have much on us, but if you want make some type of deal we can do that." she spoke, carefully eyeing the weapon she held pointed at them. Len gasped in surprise as Iris' hand connected with his head. He turned towards her, startled, dropping his hands and rubbing his head. "Hey, what the hell??" he murmured, looking hurt. He raised an eyebrow as she mentioned not going around beating women. "Oh come on, dad did it all the time!!" he exclaimed, eyes wide. "'Sides, she's the one who came up to us, holdin' a cotton-pickin' weapon, threatin' you an' me. If any gal ever deserved a beatin', this one does!" Folding his arms over his chest, Len listened as Iris spoke to the woman, glaring at her. He rolled his eyes as Iris told the newcommer that he never had any manners. "But she don't have no manners, neither," he argued, if possible, eyes narrowing even further. Scoffing at the idea of a deal, he turned to face Iris again, arms still folded over his chest. "Wait, what? Trade? With someone tryin' to steal from us? What kinda' survivors are we, lettin' people jes' do that crap? Damn, Iris, why don't we jes' go a wavin' a neon sign, say's 'bitches ready to be robbed, come one, come all' over our pretty lil' heads. Sheeeiiit. That's how things go, 'round here. Lettin' this gal take 'vantage of us." He glared coldly at the red-head, jerking a thumb in her direction. "Be different if she'd jes' said please or somethin', ya know? Goddamn youth these days, sheeiit." Blinking slowly, Iris listened to Len bitch on and on about things. "Maybe if you stopped running your damn mouth the lady could have had time to say something!" Iris growled back, raising her voice, "The only sign you should be waving is one that says you're a big, dumb, langue loving, squirrel sucking, smelly, inbred… ass!" she screamed back. Iris was hungry, so how could anyone blame her? Before Len had time to think, Iris charged at Len pushing him as hard as she could, toppling over their slow cooker (stick) and knocking the remaining squirrel into the fire below. Iris stopped, and it seemed the world stopped turning on it's axis as well as the slow motion of the squirrel falling to it's death repeated several times in Iris' head. Whipping her half shaved head at the woman she smiled with a cheeky grin. "You'll have to excuse' us for a minute." she chirped, before turning to the grounded Len and springing on top of him- her legs straddled above his chest. She began slapping him violently across the face, yelling things that not even Iris quite understood.</s> <\|message\|>Kara Roberts Kara noted the pair fighting and slowly approached closer, grabbing the crossbow from next to the rock. She aimed this at Iris, though not quite sure how it works "Get up!" She shouted as loud as she could, the fear in her voice getting more obvious. I should just run, Anna wouldn't have gotten this close she thought to herself</s>	<\|message\|>Alex "Rocket" Jones Alex was totally and completely lost. She was lost in more then one definition of the word. She had no idea where she was, or if she was even close to her end location. The girl had never read a map or even held one, so her geographical location was a complete mystery to her. But she also felt lost in the psychological sense, although she would never admit it. She wasn't sure how to act without a set leader, she had never been a leader herself. And little did she know, she was going the wrong way entirely. The young girl paused a moment, trying to recover breath and strength she couldn't remember ever having. She bent over at the waist, hands bracing on her knees. She shivered involuntarily even as the sun bore down on her exposed skin. It had rained that part night, and Alex had made the mistake of falling asleep out in the open. She could have been eaten, but instead woke up soaked to the bone and ill feeling. Her backpack and supplies had become completely waterlogged as well, feeling heavy on her back. A far off sound caught Alex's attention. It sounded like voices talking, or more like arguing, in the distance. Alex tried to push back her fear, she would have to do the only thing she knew how to do. Steal. Alex crept close to the ground, her light steps coming in handy now, as she approached the camp. She kept to the shadows, completely hidden to anyone who wasn't looking close enough. There were three people, a man and two women. Maybe a group? They seemed to be all arguing with each other, the red head had a weird weapon, the girl with the cool Mohawk was jumping on the man. And watching that squirrel fall into the fire broke Alex's heart. She clamped an arm around her empty stomach, trying to smother the biting hunger. Well the option of stealing their food was out, but she remained watching. Maybe they would all kill each other and there would be things to loot. She shivered again, wishing the heat of the fire would reach a little farther.</s>
<\|description\|>Alex "Rocket" Jones Age: Fourteen Personality: Positive: Perceptive: Being born and raised in a time where anything can and will kill you, she has a pretty good sense of sight and hearing. Youthful: No fear of achey backs or tired legs here! Adaptive: Alex is good at changing plans at the drop of a dime, and she is pretty good at hiding in small spaces. Cooperative: Once she trusts you, she has no problem working with others or even taking orders from others. Friendly: Most of the time, Alex seems to lack any mean bones in her body. Negative: Uneducated: In a traditional sense. Alex's ability to count, spell and read are extremely limited. Small: Alex is petite, meaning it's easier to pick her up and push her over. Untrusting: She has no need to trust strangers, or even people she has known for a short amount of time. She will always assume these people are out to hurt her. Thievish: Alex has a tendency to steal and horde. This could be anything from food and supplies to rocks. Having piles of stuff makes her feel secure. Timid: Alex is a hard nut to crack when it comes to social interaction. She would rather keep quiet and hide then cling to people. Biography: Alex's upbringing was anything but nurturing. She was born of an unfortunate woman and some unfortunate experiences with a man. It would have made sense for her to die before she was born, or maybe shortly after, but the pack of scavengers couldn't help but see the value in a newborn. It was easy, set down the crying child and let some good samaritans run over and try to save her. And then they get robbed, murdered and scattered and the cycle continues. And when Alex was old enough to walk and talk it was even easier. She would hobble over to a group of survivors, eyes all wide and sad, and beg for food. And then her much larger and more violent caretakers would seal the deal. Alex's birth mother was allowed to do the feeding and cleaning of Alex while she was an infant, but as soon as Alex was old enough and capable enough to walk on her own the scavengers killed her mother. Right in front of Alex. As a way to show the difference between weakness and strength. A lesson, the first of many. Alex figured this was all there was to life, but it didn't seem all that bad. Any time she questioned her groups leader she would be given food or a shiny object to keep her mouth shut. And with this her hoarding problem began. While Alex struggled to learn the value of mercy, instead learning the value of 'What's yours is mine and what's mine is mine', she also learned skills vital to her survival. The world was a cruel place, and it was particularly cruel to a young girl, and her survival wouldn't be handed to her on a silver platter. Once she was ten years old she really began her career as a scavenger. Having small hands and body was useful when it came to digging through piles of rubble. What she didn't like was the killing, at this point she was starting to understand what her group was doing, but questioned nothing. This was just the way life was meant to be lived. But nothing lasted forever, especially human life. One day, while scavenging through an old trailer park, a Langue got the jump on her group, snapping up and killing everyone, except for Alex who was able to wedge herself into a cupboard. Alex stayed in that cupboard long after she knew the coast was clear. She wasn't sure what to do or how to feel. Her entire group was gone, killed. And while they were never gentle with each other it was the closest Alex had to a family. This was also the first time Alex was ever without a leader. Sure people had died in the past, but this was Alex's first time being completely alone. She had been left to make her own choices from now on. All of this new found freedom scared Alex, but she decided to continue in what her old group was doing. Traveling to Maine. Relationships: Iris Barret: Cool hair. Len Sclera: Total Badass. Kara Roberts Can't even hold a crossbow.</s> <\|message\|>Alex "Rocket" Jones Alex listened from the shadows of the trees as the trio seemed to calm down enough to communicate with each other. Alex was liking the man's style more and more. He had a cool approach to everything, even when the redhead was pointing a crossbow at his friend. He even got in between it and his friend, improbably guessing that the redhead lacked the guts to fire on the two of them. And he spoke in such a way that Alex knew he meant business. Alex shivered again as the rain began to start, holding back a growl. Great, right as her clothes were starting to get dry. She watched as the man pushed past the redhead, with his friend with the cool hair following close behind. Both of them pushed past the girl violently. It was clear to see who was the easier target. The redhead seemed to be too scared to move, easy pickings. Alex waited until it seemed like the man and the woman were a distance away before she began to creep out of the trees, still keeping hidden. She needed the element of surprise. But right as she was making herself seen she noticed something. The redhead was crying. Alex swallowed, tense. And then quickly ducked back into the trees as the girl ran past her, trying to catch up. Alex let out a soft curse, knowing the redhead wouldn't be able to hear her. She half expected the man and woman to laugh her off. What could the two of them do with such an emotional weakling? Bait maybe. She was mostly angry at her loss of a good target. Alex rolled her eyes, trying to compose herself. The redhead likely didn't have anything on her. Her painfully empty stomach forced her to check the abandoned fire pit, to see if any of the squirrel remained. But there was nothing but dust. She looked up at the three figures, now pretty far away. Maybe they would eventually kick out the redhead. Or better yet, lead Alex to something. She followed behind the three, keeping as slow and quiet as she could. She was getting pretty close to them, but something was making it hard to walk. The ground and mud felt loose and shifty. Alex nearly found herself stumbling, catching herself. But not before letting out a curse and a gasp.</s> <\|message\|>Espen HolterThe Hunter "What about here Rose?" He didn't hear any kind of response. He never got a response. No matter how many times Espen asked the teddy bear the stuffed animal remained silent. Espen glanced at the lofty tree. If Rose doesn't think this is a suitable resting place then Espen doesn't. The man squeezed the plushie closer to himself before trudging away from the possible hideous sepulcher. After only a few steps, he felt his finger get lightly prodded. Espen peered down at the toy to find a small flower stem sticking out of it. The stem's discoloration showed the flowers that filled the teddy bear were dying which Espen couldn't allow. His trudging gradually turned into jogging as he looked around the area for flowers. Eventually, he came across some roses that not only looked nice but would partially mask the stench of his decaying sister's body. Espen cut away at the stems of multiple flowers with his knife until he could fill his coat pockets and hands with the aromatic flowers. Should be eno- Espen's thoughts were interrupted by the angry boom of thunder. Well... shit. He didn't wanna get soaked or eaten so Espen sprinted towards the closest shelter to him, some old (hopefully) uninhabited buildings. Once inside some structure with a roof he placed Rose onto the ground and proceeded to undo the stitches that kept the bear's cloth together. The moment he did so he saw her. Rose's body surrounded by equally lifeless lilies. Espen's attempt at holding back tears was absolutely pointless. He was hunched over the corpse, crying and sobbing. One of the reasons he entered this place was to stay dry and his tears falling onto Rose made entering here somewhat pointless. He slowly removed all of the dead lilies and replaced them with the newly picked roses then sewed the toy back together. "I'm sorry." Espen wiped the tears from his face and placed his only companion down, letting it lean on the wall. He looked at his overcast surroundings and sat himself down next to the bear. "We'll just have to wait."</s> <\|message\|>Iris Jane Barret Approaching the large empty grain silo Iris looked at the decomposing outside, running her hand along the exterior she felt the chipping paint crumble against her fingertips. Soon they met with the ladder to get inside. "Let's hope she's open." Iris mentioned to Len and Kara, giving a cheeky grin. She looked liked a wet dog, but the shower had been long overdue. Gripping to the slippery metal ladder, Iris began quickly ascending. Losing her footing when she was a bit more than half way- she let out a sharp gasp before flinging her petite body to the cold metal, holding on for dear life. "Fuck!" she muttered, gathering herself before continuing her climb. As she reached the door and tried the handle. It was unlocked. Looking down to Len and Kara Iris gave a thumbs up to indicate she was okay and that it was safe to climb up. Pushing open the door Iris was greeted with an unpleasant sight- the silo was empty. The group could not use the grain as a layer of protection and more room to walk, but the few feet of inner ring of railing and landing would be enough for the night. Len grunted in reply as Iris mentioned hoping the door was open. He expected it to be, but if not...hell, he could always make an entrance if need be. He gave Kara a quick glance, before following Iris inside, wondering what sight would await them. He'd seen some...interesting things in abandoned buildings. Some quite grisly. He watched as Iris started climbing the wet ladder. "Hey there now, you be a-care--" he hadn't even finished the sentence when she lost her grip. Eyes wide, he dashed forward as though to catch her should she fall, but she somehow managed to stay on the ladder. Letting out a deep sigh of relief. "Don't go breakin' yer neck now, ya hear?" he hollered up as Iris began to climb once more. Turning to Kara, he said "Awright, let's get a climbin' and try not to fall, eh?" With that, he took hold of the rungs. He was wondering if he'd lose his grip around the same place Iris did, but he made it up without incident. He glanced around, noting the emptiness of the area. "Well, ain't this a son of a bitch," he spoke, crossing his arms. "Well, leas' the worms might not be smellin' us as good up here. I hope."</s> <\|message\|>Kara Roberts Kara followed them up, climbing up the ladders very slowly being sure not to make the same mistake Iris did. She caught up to them and looked around, disappoint in her eyes "Uh, this is your hold out?" She said, drenched in rain. Kara looked around the small area, being very careful with her footing "It's better than nothing I suppose" She sighed before sitting on the flooring, removing her wet head scarf. She kept her eyes on Len and Iris before deciding to talk again "Listen, about earlier. I don't know what I was thinking"</s> <\|message\|>Espen HolterThe Hunter Sitting down made his own weariness apparent. After a long yawn, Espen jabbed himself in the leg, but the pain didn't make him wakeful. His eyes repeatedly closed and opened as he fought the futile battle against sleep. Espen willingly laid down and reached for his teddy bear. He easily ignored the cold ground and squeezed the plushy close to himself, he finally closed his eyes. Espen's exhaustion and the rainfall limited Espen's senses, but he was still capable of hearing the curses and words uttered by fellow invaders. Sleeping while other survivors are around would be asking for death. Espen rose as alive as ever, he briskly grabbed his things and prepared his crossbow. The man inspected the area before noting some boot marks leading to a silo. He grasped the metal ladder and climbed upwards. Espen wrapped his fingers around the slippery handle and opened it. Regardless of his awkward footing, he aimed his crossbow down towards the bottom of the silo at the three invaders. "I can't really go to sleep until you guys do." Espen stated as he rubbed his eyes, still aiming his crossbow at the three of them.</s> <\|message\|>Kara Roberts Kara stared at Espen 'Guess I'm not the only one who points weapons at these guys' she thought to herself, deciding it best to keep her mouth shut There wasn't much she could do for Len and Iris in this situation, she barely knew their names, and they didn't know hers. She sat back, eyes fixated on the crossbow, one hand on Lens crossbow still. Kara sighed before deciding to say something "Easy now, we're friendly" She said to him "Atleast I think so anyway..." Kara muttered the last part under her breath</s>	<\|message\|>Alex "Rocket" Jones Alex had kept herself hidden, following after the group of three survivors until they entered the grain silo. She watched in silence as the three made their way up the ladder. The girl shivered again, wrapping her arms around her shaking torso. It had begun to rain again, which was nice because it masked her footsteps, but she was terribly cold. She made her way into the silo, not yet climbing the ladder herself. She listened to their conversation, briefly questioning why she hadn't left. Maybe she wanted to find herself a group, but knew her social skills and stubbornness wouldn't let her admit defeat. And yet it was nice to be out of the rain. The bottom floor of the silo was damp and smelly, and Alex knew it would have been dryer in the upper levels, and yet she settled herself down onto the ground. And like a dog begging for table scraps Alex hoped they would accidentally drop crumbs off their ladder and into her lap. She shivered again, her gnawing stomach making it hard to focus on anything other then food. She was have to wait until the weather got nicer, as well as the sun came up, to try and find her next meal. Her thoughts were interrupted by a new voice, approaching the silo. Alex backed herself into the farthest edge of the silo, blending well into the dark corner. She held her breath as the man climbed up the ladder, cross bow in hand. She tried to control her breathing as she listened to the man threaten them. She hugged her combat knife to her chest, like a child holding a doll, and waited for the danger to pass.</s>
<\|description\|>Name Corbin Verrone Age 25 Personality: +Reliable- If asked to do something he will damn well give it his best shot. +Cautious- Hell with being a hero, it won't matter if you're dead! +Generous- Damn I'm hungry, holding his last candy bar, Small girl stares at him, yeah here you go. +Sophisticated- Yes, I know it takes twelve turns of the chronometer, plug in the eradicator, then set the meter to three thousand microtones and then fucking run! I wasn't born yesterday! +Tolerant- Okay now I'm going to explain this for the one-hundredth time and if you don't get it, I shall tell you again for the one-hundredth and one time. -Suspicious- They were all standing there when the damn thing disappeared, One of those fuckers took it! -Unselfish- sometimes gives too much away. -Haughty- What do you mean you can't tell me what ten thousand to the forth is without a calculator! Blah -Compulsive- Langue…Kill them all! Fucking kill them all! -Humorless- I don't get it! That was lame! BIO: NYC 1-432 was the colony name where Corbin was born and grew to the age of five when it was destroyed by the Langue. His parents were MIA that day, if it wasn't for Karri's parents Corbin himself would be on one of the two lists that were developed for the citizens of NYC 1-432. Karri was his neighbor friend that he would go and play with most of the time. They were of the same age when he lost his parents and from that time on, he had a new family, one that treated him as if he was one of their own. As time went on, Karri and himself grew closer as friends and were reminded time after time that they were brother and sister, but to them that wasn't so, they were friends whom under extreme circumstances forced them into one family but were not blood so they allowed the love between them to grow. Karri is the one to blame for the way that Corbin is today for if it weren't for her, he would have grown up hating everyone and everything. But she was his savior, but he wasn't hers for when they just turned eighteen, the newly formed colony NYC 2 -1 was overran by scavengers looking for a place to call their own, this was the day that Karri was lost to him as they were trying to stop these low-life people. He had to flee the colony with just a few others but that was just for a few days as each member of the small group went their own way or died as the food ran low and the weak couldn't handle the stress. So after a few weeks Corbin was traversing over the land by himself, trying to stay ahead of the game by keeping low and watching for a group of people that looked like they could handle themselves. Relationships: None at this time.</s> <\|message\|>Kara Roberts Kara noted the pair fighting and slowly approached closer, grabbing the crossbow from next to the rock. She aimed this at Iris, though not quite sure how it works "Get up!" She shouted as loud as she could, the fear in her voice getting more obvious. I should just run, Anna wouldn't have gotten this close she thought to herself</s> <\|message\|>Alex "Rocket" Jones Alex was totally and completely lost. She was lost in more then one definition of the word. She had no idea where she was, or if she was even close to her end location. The girl had never read a map or even held one, so her geographical location was a complete mystery to her. But she also felt lost in the psychological sense, although she would never admit it. She wasn't sure how to act without a set leader, she had never been a leader herself. And little did she know, she was going the wrong way entirely. The young girl paused a moment, trying to recover breath and strength she couldn't remember ever having. She bent over at the waist, hands bracing on her knees. She shivered involuntarily even as the sun bore down on her exposed skin. It had rained that part night, and Alex had made the mistake of falling asleep out in the open. She could have been eaten, but instead woke up soaked to the bone and ill feeling. Her backpack and supplies had become completely waterlogged as well, feeling heavy on her back. A far off sound caught Alex's attention. It sounded like voices talking, or more like arguing, in the distance. Alex tried to push back her fear, she would have to do the only thing she knew how to do. Steal. Alex crept close to the ground, her light steps coming in handy now, as she approached the camp. She kept to the shadows, completely hidden to anyone who wasn't looking close enough. There were three people, a man and two women. Maybe a group? They seemed to be all arguing with each other, the red head had a weird weapon, the girl with the cool Mohawk was jumping on the man. And watching that squirrel fall into the fire broke Alex's heart. She clamped an arm around her empty stomach, trying to smother the biting hunger. Well the option of stealing their food was out, but she remained watching. Maybe they would all kill each other and there would be things to loot. She shivered again, wishing the heat of the fire would reach a little farther.</s>	<\|message\|>Name Corbin Verrone Heavy eyelids slid down over a set of deep brown eyes fighting back what was forsure a losing battle. Small red drips fell from the chin of the inclined head to the small puddle that was now forming just below the kneeling figure. Small jerks began to ripple across the body, as the battle was lost. There was not a human a live to this day that could have won this battle of composure, it was just impossible. Things like this, even the most cold hearted would have had that internal moment of weakness. Corbin, it was just too much as he placed the last big rock over the small hand. "I'm sorry," he whispered while raking the back of his hand across his cheeks, ridding the stream of tears that were cascading done them. "Only if I was just a few minutes earlier." He mumbled through the hard swallowing. Pushing himself up, his red-tented orbs looked over the larger pile of rocks some inches away from this smaller one. "I'm so sorry." He exclaimed to the unknown female. "Only if I was sooner, just maybe I could have.…" He fought back the notion to vomit. His mind playing the role of the punisher as the mental images of all those that he has buried flashed before his mental eye. "Fuck!" He screamed out as the pain ripped through him. Tears falling as his mind relived burying Karri. "You may rest now, your fight is over." lowering, a small rose slips from his fingers, landing in between both graves. "Please understand and forgive me for what I must do now." He whispered to the graves. Turning away from the graves, his orbs focuses upon the two scumbags bound to a tree some fifty yards away. Pulling his knife out and shaking his head, "Naw, this one is too sharp." Moving about the rubble, his eye comes across something that completes the task at hand. Reaching down he picks up the shard of glass. Head nodding as he turns and twist the piece before his gawking eyes. "This will work nicely." His heard lifting and turning toward the two men. "Yep, this will work nicely." He repeated as he walked toward the men. The screams that echoed out was bone chilling to any whom heard it and didn't know what was going on, but to Corbin, it was music to his ears as he stood and watched the blood run down the inner thigh of both men, then he took the castrated part of their body and shoved into both men's mouths. "Yep, you both are qualified _ _ _ _ suckers!" He turned away from them, his eyes coming to a rest on the two graves. "Please understand that they deserved this and I hope you don't judge me too harshly." He muttered while he turned away and headed off into the horizon. Pink and red streaks filled the sky telling all who looked into the sky that the day was coming to its end, one more day of misery now gone and bestowed into the books of history. Many of these types of days filled the mental pages of Corbin's history book, it seems like life had it out for him for each and everyday he managed to live through that day's hell. If he believed in curses, he would swear up and down and all around that he was life's prime target. The sun bid its last breath to the land that Corbin walked upon as it slipped below the horizon. The chill in the air told him that a rather nice size river must be close for the temperature to drop so suddenly. His arms crossed over his chest, hands tucked into the warmth of his armpit, a grumble escaped with each tiring footstep. It has been a few days since he had a good nights sleep, something really hard to do these days but there was once that he did managed to grab one. His mind drifted back to the colonies, "Don't go there asshole." His mental voice scolded. Off to the right something drew his attention, pulling his mind out of the clutches of the flashback; his orbs watched the flickering orange light splashing upon the small band of trees for what seemed like an eternity. This, this is what this life is now, nothing but constant hesitation, scanning over a unknown area and hoping like hell that it was just your mind playing tricks on you and there was nothing there. "AHH FUCK! What now!" he hissed at the night, not wanting to investigate, yeah like that wasn't going to happen, "Fuck you life!" he hissed as once again the curse was upon him. "By the backwards ass of an ass! I'm just walking up to this!" angrily he stomped toward the flickering flames. "Let's see you get me out of this shit this time you bitch!" His eyes glaring at the sky as if it was the shadowy figure of life. 'What lessons are to be learned when walking at night in an unknown landscape?' This was the resounded reply from the shadowy figure of life as Corbin trips over several unseen dead branches, hitting the ground with a huff. "WELL FUCK ME!" he shouts out, having his fill of life's never-ending bullshit, rises up from the ground. His eyes locking onto the figures at the campsite. "I hope your fucking day has been better than mine." his hands sprawling outward with the palms turned upwards. "What the fuck else can go wrong." He shouted at the sky. The streaks of lighting shot across the sky and ended with the angry boom of the forth-coming storm.. "That is just fucking great!" Corbin shaking his head…</s>
<\|description\|>Name Corbin Verrone Age 25 Personality: +Reliable- If asked to do something he will damn well give it his best shot. +Cautious- Hell with being a hero, it won't matter if you're dead! +Generous- Damn I'm hungry, holding his last candy bar, Small girl stares at him, yeah here you go. +Sophisticated- Yes, I know it takes twelve turns of the chronometer, plug in the eradicator, then set the meter to three thousand microtones and then fucking run! I wasn't born yesterday! +Tolerant- Okay now I'm going to explain this for the one-hundredth time and if you don't get it, I shall tell you again for the one-hundredth and one time. -Suspicious- They were all standing there when the damn thing disappeared, One of those fuckers took it! -Unselfish- sometimes gives too much away. -Haughty- What do you mean you can't tell me what ten thousand to the forth is without a calculator! Blah -Compulsive- Langue…Kill them all! Fucking kill them all! -Humorless- I don't get it! That was lame! BIO: NYC 1-432 was the colony name where Corbin was born and grew to the age of five when it was destroyed by the Langue. His parents were MIA that day, if it wasn't for Karri's parents Corbin himself would be on one of the two lists that were developed for the citizens of NYC 1-432. Karri was his neighbor friend that he would go and play with most of the time. They were of the same age when he lost his parents and from that time on, he had a new family, one that treated him as if he was one of their own. As time went on, Karri and himself grew closer as friends and were reminded time after time that they were brother and sister, but to them that wasn't so, they were friends whom under extreme circumstances forced them into one family but were not blood so they allowed the love between them to grow. Karri is the one to blame for the way that Corbin is today for if it weren't for her, he would have grown up hating everyone and everything. But she was his savior, but he wasn't hers for when they just turned eighteen, the newly formed colony NYC 2 -1 was overran by scavengers looking for a place to call their own, this was the day that Karri was lost to him as they were trying to stop these low-life people. He had to flee the colony with just a few others but that was just for a few days as each member of the small group went their own way or died as the food ran low and the weak couldn't handle the stress. So after a few weeks Corbin was traversing over the land by himself, trying to stay ahead of the game by keeping low and watching for a group of people that looked like they could handle themselves. Relationships: None at this time.</s> <\|message\|>Iris Jane Barret "Get up!" The red head shouted. Iris stopped wailing on Len. She looked over her shoulder to see that the woman had stolen Len's crossbow and had it pointed right at her. Getting one last slap across his face, Iris stood up and slowly turned around. Perhaps this woman wasn't as friendly as Iris had hoped. "Alright, alright." she spoke quietly, her palms outward as she begged for a sense of mercy. The sky was becoming grey quickly out of no where. Spring usually had such sporadic weather that it was no surprise at all for one moment for the sun to be shining and the next- a downpour. Iris glanced up at the sky and then back at the woman, "Them earthworms love the rain, I suggest we get out of here soon. " Iris nodded, looking down at Len before she started gathering some of their packs. The woman still had their cross bow - but when it came to the Langue's.. that was the least of their problems. As thunder and lightning erupted in the sky a loud voice came rumbling from behind the red headed woman: "I hope your fucking day has been better than mine." he called, and continued speaking loudly at them, but Iris ignored most of it. "Just great.." she groaned, kicking Len's leg with the toe of her boot, "Crazy people are a coming! Let's get the fuck out of here!" she whispered to him harshly, hoping he'd kick it into high gear and they could find someplace high off the ground while the rain past. Len was taken completely by surprise at Iris' sudden attacks--so much so, that despite the fact he outweighed her by quite a bit, she was still able to easily take him down. He was just about to attempt to reverse the situation, her slaps across his face not really phasing him too much, when an icy chill ran down his spine at the bitch red-heads word's. Well I'll be an ass in heat, he thought as he heard the woman tell them to get up. His suspicions were confirmed when he gazed beside Iris, seeing the woman holding his own damn crossbow. Son of a bitch, he thought bitterly. Letting out an audible sigh, he glared up at Iris, but she was already standing to her feet. He looked from Iris to the redhead, and noted how hesitantly, how...strangely she held the weapon. It was as if she'd had zero experience with one. Thinking he could use that to his advantage, he was shocked from his train of thought, as Iris kicked him in the leg. He blinked, listening as she told him crazy people were on the way. Just when he thought things couldn't get any worse, he realized for the first time that it was starting to storm. He'd been so lost in anger and...thoughts of revenge against the red head, that he hadn't noticed the giant drops of rain that began to speckle the ground. Shaking his head, Len jumped to his feet--but instead of helping Iris take up their packs, he stepped towards the Red Head. He glared menacingly at her, cracking his knuckles, yet strategically placing himself between his crossbow and Iris. He wasn't about to let anyone take Iris from him. She was the last family he had left. He'd never let her know this, but he was terrified that the langue would one day take her...or someone like this damn...intruder, would kill her. This woman, aiming his own weapon at Iris, hit a chord deep within him, striking a fuse that would not easily be put out. "Now you listen good, Cupcake," he snarled, suddenly dead serious, color draining from his face as rage began to overtake him. "Lookit' you. Can't even hold the damn weapon right. You got 5 bolts right there on that weapon, sure. An' only two of us. But how fast you think you can reload that bitch? I'm thinkin' you might manage to pop one bolt in there in say...7 seconds, and that's bein' mighty generous, given you've clearly never touched one of those before. Now yeah, you might manage to shoot a bolt through my sis over yonder, but then what? How fast ya think I can get to ya? Long 'fore you reload my crossbow, I guaren-damn-tee." He took another menacing step forward, not caring about the threat of Langue. Not at this time, at any rate. "Nobody, and I mean nobody threaten's Iris. You can either drop that crossbow, or shoot one of us and get yer damn heart torn out and fuckin' fed to your bleeding corpse. I'll let you decide. We can settle this like...civil folk...or you can lie dyin' in the mud." Len shrugged, folding his arms over his chest, his hair dripping as the rain began to pour down upon the little group. Iris shook her head, her burgandy mane of hair plastered to her cheeks. She wouldn't admit it but the rain was getting her mighty nervous, and she wanted to make sure they were high off the ground from those damn monsters. Hoisting both Len and Iris' packs onto her back she kicked dirt onto the fire to put it out completely, trying to cover the scent and smoke that they had been there recently. Come on Len, we gotta get!" Iris pleaded, her dark almond eyes staring intently between him, and the red head next to them. With her gaze on the red head she spoke very seriously, "You are either with or against us. The langue will be popping from the ground and we ain't going to be here to see it." she pushed past the woman with her shoulder, making it clear that she meant business. Tense and ready for a fight as he was, the look of fury upon his face, the fire in his eyes, melted away as Iris pleaded with him to get out of there. The storm, the rain...the Langue would soon be here, and he knew Iris wouldn't leave if he stayed here. He'd be putting her in far more danger than the redhead with his crossbow. Shoulders slumping slightly at this realization, he threw a soft glance towards Iris. "....Alright. Yer right...we gotta git…" Closing his eyes for a moment, he turned back to the red-head, as he heard Iris tell her she was either with them or against them. Boldly reaching down and grabbing his Colt AR-15 from in front of the fire, he shot a glare at the woman. "Keep the goddamn crossbow. Ya might be needin' it, for all the good it'll do ya against the Langue. If I was you, I'd prolly get movin,' but I'm supposin' you gotta make that choice for yerself. Either way, we're walkin' outta here. You wanna shoot us in the back on our way out, that's on you." Following Iris, he pushed passed the woman, purposely jostling her with his shoulder. He noted a man not too far away, but he didn't really give a crap. Getting away from this spot took precedence over these people right now. Taking off towards some structures, the rain began coming down a little harder.</s> <\|message\|>Kara Roberts "Lookit' you. Can't even hold the damn weapon right." These words hit Kara harder than they should have, she was almost certain she was holding it in the same way Anna once did. But then she realized the storm, Kara stood there petrified as Len and Iris walked away. Fear was filling her body, Anna's death playing through her mind over and over again, the one person she loved being ripped apart by the langue. Kara began to shake, still stood there pointing the crossbow at a target that had long walked away. "Anna..." she spoke to herself, a tear dripping from her eye. She snapped out of it after a few moments, and began to run towards Len and Iris. These maniacs could very well be the only way for her to live on. "Wait up!" she shouted, tears running from her eyes. Kara quickly caught up to the duo "I'm sorry! I shouldn't have tried to do what I did" She said all this crying slightly, realizing that she will need friends to survive "If you have me I think I can be a great help to you"</s>	<\|message\|>Name Corbin Verrone Corbin noted the situation, but figured that maybe a little senile craziness would defuse the situation. Like most events, you have people pulling weapons and yak, yak, yak, instead of the saying if you pull a weapon on someone use the goddamn thing and do not sit there and talk bullshit. Hell if that female wanted to kill them she would have done so already. Why in the hell would anyone talk with her? He just shook his head and waved his hand at the bunch. Hell if had been him, he would have just pulled out his 9"S and shot them all, the hell with just standing there gossiping with them. Watching the fiasco was flaring his attitude of why sometimes it was just best to stay alone. Shrugging his shoulders to the situation, he turned and headed back down the hill. His idea was to find some kind of shelter for the night, for it looked like the storm was going to be hanging around for sometime, and that just sucked to all means. Nothing like being cold and wet, and with the way things are going it would be his luck that in the next few days he will sick as hell. Walking on, his thoughts were on the people he just left behind. He really wondered how in the hell they managed to survive this long. A slight chuckle escaped his lips as a mental image popped into his head of how he thought they did it, but this dirty image faded fast as the heavy drops of rain began to instantly soak into his clothes, bringing the cold with it. Cursing he sped up his walking for off in the distant view of his gaze, the streaks of lighting should promise of some kind of structures ahead of him. Several long moments later, Corbin entered into what appeared to be an outer-rimmed Gas station. Pulling out one of his 9's he entered the already looted store, but supplies at the moment was not on the top of his list, but a dry place to lay his ass down was. Moving behind the counter, he sat down and leaned against the shelving. His gaze fell upon his knife for a few moments before putting the weapon back into the back of his pants. Letting out a big sigh, he closed his eyes and attempted to get as much rest as he could…</s>
<\|description\|>Name Corbin Verrone Age 25 Personality: +Reliable- If asked to do something he will damn well give it his best shot. +Cautious- Hell with being a hero, it won't matter if you're dead! +Generous- Damn I'm hungry, holding his last candy bar, Small girl stares at him, yeah here you go. +Sophisticated- Yes, I know it takes twelve turns of the chronometer, plug in the eradicator, then set the meter to three thousand microtones and then fucking run! I wasn't born yesterday! +Tolerant- Okay now I'm going to explain this for the one-hundredth time and if you don't get it, I shall tell you again for the one-hundredth and one time. -Suspicious- They were all standing there when the damn thing disappeared, One of those fuckers took it! -Unselfish- sometimes gives too much away. -Haughty- What do you mean you can't tell me what ten thousand to the forth is without a calculator! Blah -Compulsive- Langue…Kill them all! Fucking kill them all! -Humorless- I don't get it! That was lame! BIO: NYC 1-432 was the colony name where Corbin was born and grew to the age of five when it was destroyed by the Langue. His parents were MIA that day, if it wasn't for Karri's parents Corbin himself would be on one of the two lists that were developed for the citizens of NYC 1-432. Karri was his neighbor friend that he would go and play with most of the time. They were of the same age when he lost his parents and from that time on, he had a new family, one that treated him as if he was one of their own. As time went on, Karri and himself grew closer as friends and were reminded time after time that they were brother and sister, but to them that wasn't so, they were friends whom under extreme circumstances forced them into one family but were not blood so they allowed the love between them to grow. Karri is the one to blame for the way that Corbin is today for if it weren't for her, he would have grown up hating everyone and everything. But she was his savior, but he wasn't hers for when they just turned eighteen, the newly formed colony NYC 2 -1 was overran by scavengers looking for a place to call their own, this was the day that Karri was lost to him as they were trying to stop these low-life people. He had to flee the colony with just a few others but that was just for a few days as each member of the small group went their own way or died as the food ran low and the weak couldn't handle the stress. So after a few weeks Corbin was traversing over the land by himself, trying to stay ahead of the game by keeping low and watching for a group of people that looked like they could handle themselves. Relationships: None at this time.</s> <\|message\|>Kara Roberts Kara stared at Espen 'Guess I'm not the only one who points weapons at these guys' she thought to herself, deciding it best to keep her mouth shut There wasn't much she could do for Len and Iris in this situation, she barely knew their names, and they didn't know hers. She sat back, eyes fixated on the crossbow, one hand on Lens crossbow still. Kara sighed before deciding to say something "Easy now, we're friendly" She said to him "Atleast I think so anyway..." Kara muttered the last part under her breath</s> <\|message\|>Alex "Rocket" Jones Alex had kept herself hidden, following after the group of three survivors until they entered the grain silo. She watched in silence as the three made their way up the ladder. The girl shivered again, wrapping her arms around her shaking torso. It had begun to rain again, which was nice because it masked her footsteps, but she was terribly cold. She made her way into the silo, not yet climbing the ladder herself. She listened to their conversation, briefly questioning why she hadn't left. Maybe she wanted to find herself a group, but knew her social skills and stubbornness wouldn't let her admit defeat. And yet it was nice to be out of the rain. The bottom floor of the silo was damp and smelly, and Alex knew it would have been dryer in the upper levels, and yet she settled herself down onto the ground. And like a dog begging for table scraps Alex hoped they would accidentally drop crumbs off their ladder and into her lap. She shivered again, her gnawing stomach making it hard to focus on anything other then food. She was have to wait until the weather got nicer, as well as the sun came up, to try and find her next meal. Her thoughts were interrupted by a new voice, approaching the silo. Alex backed herself into the farthest edge of the silo, blending well into the dark corner. She held her breath as the man climbed up the ladder, cross bow in hand. She tried to control her breathing as she listened to the man threaten them. She hugged her combat knife to her chest, like a child holding a doll, and waited for the danger to pass.</s> <\|message\|>Len Sclera [IRIS] [LEN] The newcomer did not seem impressed with their newfound space. Neither was Len, if he was to be honest. He shrugged at her comments about the grain silo. "Well, it is what it is. Best we got. It may or may not keep them worms away but shit. 'Least ifn' they do come we won't be all wet." It wasn't until her next comment that he registered slight surprise. "Listen, about earlier. I don't know what I was thinking" He looked her in the eyes, trying to decide if she was serious or not. "You actually gonna apologize? Shiiiit, nobody apologizes in this world no more. Well, I won't say it's okay, cause you DID point my own damn crossbow at my sister but…" His voice trained off for a moment, his eyebrows crinkling as if he were trying to solve one of the mysteries of the universe. "But I suppose long as we have an understandin' that the next time that happens, it'll be the last, we'll be alright. Now my sis, she might need more convincin' than that, or maybe not. We'll see." Len was about to continue when he heard some say "I can't really go to sleep until you guys do." He spun around to see a man holding a crossbow, pointed right at him and his sis. He blinked, stared for a moment, blinked again. Then he rolled his eyes, shaking his head in frustration. "Well I'll be a monkey's son of a bitch!!" he exclaimed, letting out a deep, bitter sigh. He turned to Iris, rolling his eyes again. "What the fuck, Iris? Every gat-damn-body and their special cousin's be drawin' down on us today! This is startin' to get just a lil' on my nerves, Sis…" He turned back to the man before them, took a step forward. If anything, the man should keep the weapon trained on him, and not Iris. "You got 'bout two cotton-pickin' seconds to lower that fuckin' peashooter before I plant my boot so far up your ASS you gonna taste leather for the next ten gat-damn years!!" Len roared, not out of control--more like a controlled fury slowly rising, like a long dormant volcano nearing eruption. Iris shook her drenched head back and forth slowly as Len and Kara spoke with one another. Or more like- yelled with one another. If Iris were to be honest about her feelings right now, Kara would probably end up crying some more, and Iris wasn't in the mood to deal with that. The red head would definitely need to prove herself before Iris could even think about trusting this woman. "Yuuup. We'll see." she spoke in echo of Len, stretching her slender arms above her head. As if their luck had not been bad enough, a young man now was in their presence and pointing his cross bow at the three of them. Len began spitting out insults as the man looked dreary and exhausted towards them. Iris could tell by his dark demeanor that he probably needed a good night's rest. Len!" Iris shouted over his roars, her hand gripping his shoulder tight from behind. She leaned in with a harsh whisper, "We can't afford to be hollering like this." she released her grasp, looking between the faces that had gathered. "Easy now, we're friendly" Kara called mumbling off something extra at the end. Iris took the opportunity to agree with her, "Yessir, we're friendly. Just tryna' keep dry and warm tonight. If this is your spot we'll be leaving just as soon as the rain stops." Iris nodded, hoping the man would do as Kara did - stand down. Tense as Len was, ready for a fight (as he most always was), the second Iris' hand made contact with his shoulder, he relaxed--enough to be noticed, anyway. He sort of...deflated. He was still glaring at the man, however, deep rage in his eyes. He listened to her whisper, and realized as usual, Iris was right though. Now wasn't exactly the time to be getting into trouble. He closed his eyes for a long time, nodding. He'd only been trying to protect Iris--and if the guy so much as twitched the wrong way, he'd make sure that he'd take the man out with him. "Alright...alright," Len murmured, folding his arms over his chest. He snorted as Kara tried to convince him how "friendly" they were. Arching an eyebrow as Iris agreed with Kara, he snorted again. "Yeah. We 'bout as friendly as a tic-tac, Gunslinger. So be nice if you'd just back down now. The emphasis that he put on "gunslinger" was meant as a weak insult ,but he didn't really care at this point. He didn't like the guy, and would've preffered to take his chances with the Langue at the moment.</s> <\|message\|>Espen HolterThe Hunter Espen returned his hand to his crossbow after rubbing his tired eyes. Looking back down at the three, he noticed one of them was armed and some were staring at him. Another arbalist. Espen's grip tightened around his crossbow and he attempted to aim his weapon best he could towards who he thought was a possible threat. "Well I'll be a monkey's son of a bitch!! What the fuck, Iris? Every gat-damn-body and their special cousin's be drawin' down on us today! This is startin' to get just a lil' on my nerves, Sis…" Espen's attention was immediately drawn to the man with the funny way of speaking. Still aiming his crossbow at the armed lady, his eyes were following the man. He took a step forward and Espen slowly directed his crossbow towards him. The fastest way to him would be by the ladder and he would rather not have anyone climbing it. "You got 'bout two cotton-pickin' seconds to lower that fuckin' peashooter before I plant my boot so far up your ASS you gonna taste leather for the next ten gat-damn years!!" Espen chuckled a bit. What an odd way to threaten someone. Espen didn't really care about how furious he was. "Easy now, we're friendly" Espen didn't like killing people. Most of the time. He has heard so many variations of those words so many times that they lost all merit; especially in situations like these. Espen felt he had the advantage, being so high up and the three of them confined into one space. Like shooting fish in a barrel. But instead of fish, it is people... inside of a silo... Espen ignored the talk of them being friendly as he really examined the situation. He was unaware of whether or not they had any weapons on them, they outnumbered him, and more importantly... the only way he could possibly go is down. Even if he did manage to shoot one of them, they could retaliate. Espen didn't wanna test the durability of the silo against arrows or bullets. Higher ground didn't mean shit currently. Walking away was no longer an option. His choice of trying to confront them was dumb. The arbalist lowered his crossbow and decided to ask something he has been bothering him for a bit. "Hey hothead, where is that accent from?"</s>	<\|message\|>Name Corbin Verrone "RUN!" Bullets from the automatic pistol pelleted the ground just inches from Corbin's outreaching arm, his fingers fumbling to grasp Karri's cotton shirtsleeve. "Run damn you!" the gaze from her deep green orbs burned deep into his, her fearful but stern face etched forever into his memory. His failure to pull her to safety weighted heavily upon his soul. "KARRI!" The crackling voice of a tormented soul broke the plastering pelts of the heavy rainfall; tears streamed and cleaned the grimy cheeks of Corbin while forcing himself upright from his hellish nightmare. "Karri," trembling hands came to a rest upon tightly clenched eyelids. "Why?" His body jerked with the occasional sob escaped from the upright fetal positioned Corbin. Karri's last moments on this earth filled his mind's eye relentlessly. "OH GOD WHY NOT ME!" He sobbed into his covering hands, "Why not me!" His words faded into the sounds of his own sniffles. By the power of Zeus or whomever, the clap of thunder that shook the small station brought Corbin out of his moment of tormented flashbacks to the current situation of him being carefree in choosing a place to rest. Quickly he pushed himself up, stood for a few moments listening to the musical thumping of rain upon the aging roof. His eyes darted over the small room, taking in the view with each streaming stem of lightening that the storm provided. Death wish? Yes maybe, tired of this way of life? Most assuredly, was the thinking process of Corbin while he moved to the bay window and looked out over the land. His mind still jittery with the thoughts of Karri and the pain of not being able to reach her in time. He closed his eyes and brought his fingers into clenching fists while he fought the pain, fought trying to stop the images of the bullet riddled body of Karri that his mind's eye kept playing. A deep breathe, a small exhale, opening of the eyes brought Corbin back once more from his past. He forced his mind to think about the people he just left behind on the hillside. There was a saying that there is safety in numbers, but for him, it seemed like that was just the opposite, however, Karri's last request to him was to make sure that he stands up and make a difference in this hell hole. He gave his word that he would. He looked back over the land knowing well that the people on the hillside would not attempt to travel in storm with the increase threat of the Langue rising up in the soften earth. They would find cover and hold up till the break of dawn, he also knew that with this much rain, they would not stay on the hillside either, they would be traveling by the road till the ground hardened up so all he had to do was keep an eye on the road and wait till they showed up.</s>
<\|description\|>Espen HolterThe Hunter Age: 19 Gender: Male Personality + Brave + Strong + Superficially content. + Cunning + Selfless + Inquisitive ✘ Volatile ✘ Over-protective ✘ Vengeful ✘ Stubborn ✘ Sadistic ✘ Distrustful ✘ Animalistic ✘ Quick-tempered Appearance Build: Lean Hair/Hair color: Dark Brown Skin color: Fair Eye color: Hazel Height: 6'0" Weight: 160lb Clothing: •Black Bear fur coat •Long-sleeved cream T-shirt •Pants •Black Combat boots •Leather gloves Espen was born into the same dwindling community as his parents. The main reason for his existence being that his older sister created a hole in his parent's hearts when she left that he would have to fill. Being a boy in a group comprised of hunters, Espen learned how to hunt. As soon as he was capable, his father was teaching him how to use a gun and survive during times like these. His father told him of the wonders the world held outside the walls of the small camp everyone he knew lived in. Stories of how his sister managed to escape. His father secretly wanted to go out into the open wild and leave the dying group himself but only stayed because of his wife. The inevitable happened and the weakening group got attacked by bandits. Many were slain, including Espen's father. Sandra was already saddened by her daughter's death at the tongue of a langue but her husband's death at the hands of fellow humans convinced her that the world was too dangerous. Too dangerous for a little boy who can barely wield a gun. So she placed him in a metal cage. A cage filled with two smaller cages. One Espen could barely fit in, one he could lay down and stretch in and another he could stand and manage some movement in. He could never leave her and die like his sister. He would be safe inside the cage, in her mind, and so she forced him to live in that cage for many years. His days filled with stories of the happy past his mother barely remembered. That is, until the future appeared to be brighter. She got a new partner and had a new child with him. When she attempted to place him in the cage with Espen, he smothered his sister. When his mother attempted to remove the corpse from the cage while he was asleep, Espen killed her. He fled into the forest afterward and never returned to the dwindling community. Relationships Sandra Holter (Deceased) Espen's mother and second person he has killed. Espen spites her more than anyone or anything else that exists aside from himself. His memories of their earliest interactions would fill him with joy if it weren't for the most recent events that occurred between them. In his book, she caged him like an animal and he responded accordingly. Regardless of his opinion on her murder, Espen feels guilty. His mother's death will probably haunt him for the rest of his days. Rose Holter (Deceased) Espen did not actually communicate with his younger half-sister much, apart from killing her of course. He continues to question the morality of his decision to end his sister's life and despises himself because of what he did to the helpless infant. The desire to carry on the memory of his family's existence, be who he hoped Rose could be, and to find his sister a perfect burial place makes him feel the need to live. Rose is the reason he hasn't offed himself yet. Rose the teddy bear(As alive as a teddy bear can be) A teddy bear that Espen named after his dead sister that contains Rose's corpse. Acteon Holter (Deceased) Espen's truly misses and loves his now deceased father. Acteon had taught him the skills that made him survive in the woods and he knew that his father loved him very much. Ferika Holter (Deceased) Even though Espen has only heard about her from stories told by his parents, Ferika has affected him. Ferika's impact on Espen is what stopped him from giving into his mother. What stopped him from simply accepting his life within the cage and boosted his desire to get out. He was not alive while she was up and kicking but he does thank her for her influence. Possessions: •Crossbow •Arrows •Rose the teddy bear •Uncooked Meat and Berries •Sewing needles+sewing stuff Other •Claustrophobic as fuck. •He was born on June 5th.</s> <\|message\|>Kara Roberts Kara followed behind at a safe distance, not too far, but not too close. She was still shaking, the langue could easily show up any moment now and kill Len and Irs. Then she would be alone ago, she seemed to have a knack for surviving unforgiving odds. "Hey uh, where exactly are we going?" In her mind Kara imagined a huge compound, full of people all living happily. It would be like the langue didn't exist. Everytime she blinked she could see it again, her parents would be there, her mentor would be there. But most importantly Anna would be there, sweet innocent Anna with her beautiful blue eyes and long blonde hair. Kara had thought about giving up many times, finding a way to kill herself. But Anna wouldn't want that, she always had a dream and Kara was going to make sure it happened. Every night back at the sanctuary Kara and Anna would climb up onto the roof of the living quarters and watch the sunset together, cuddling. "We're gon' expand this place" Anna would say this every time "Find new people, repopulate." Kara would always just sit and listen to Anna talk about her plan "My father reckoned there's a way to kill all the langue, he never told me what though. But I'm gon' find it Kara, you can trust me on that. And when I do, we're gonna get married and have a family of our own. It'll be like this never happened!" Kara's eyes opened and she was back to reality, her eyes began to well up again. "Anna..." she said to herself, though Len and Iris could hear her quite well</s> <\|message\|>Alex "Rocket" Jones Alex listened from the shadows of the trees as the trio seemed to calm down enough to communicate with each other. Alex was liking the man's style more and more. He had a cool approach to everything, even when the redhead was pointing a crossbow at his friend. He even got in between it and his friend, improbably guessing that the redhead lacked the guts to fire on the two of them. And he spoke in such a way that Alex knew he meant business. Alex shivered again as the rain began to start, holding back a growl. Great, right as her clothes were starting to get dry. She watched as the man pushed past the redhead, with his friend with the cool hair following close behind. Both of them pushed past the girl violently. It was clear to see who was the easier target. The redhead seemed to be too scared to move, easy pickings. Alex waited until it seemed like the man and the woman were a distance away before she began to creep out of the trees, still keeping hidden. She needed the element of surprise. But right as she was making herself seen she noticed something. The redhead was crying. Alex swallowed, tense. And then quickly ducked back into the trees as the girl ran past her, trying to catch up. Alex let out a soft curse, knowing the redhead wouldn't be able to hear her. She half expected the man and woman to laugh her off. What could the two of them do with such an emotional weakling? Bait maybe. She was mostly angry at her loss of a good target. Alex rolled her eyes, trying to compose herself. The redhead likely didn't have anything on her. Her painfully empty stomach forced her to check the abandoned fire pit, to see if any of the squirrel remained. But there was nothing but dust. She looked up at the three figures, now pretty far away. Maybe they would eventually kick out the redhead. Or better yet, lead Alex to something. She followed behind the three, keeping as slow and quiet as she could. She was getting pretty close to them, but something was making it hard to walk. The ground and mud felt loose and shifty. Alex nearly found herself stumbling, catching herself. But not before letting out a curse and a gasp.</s> <\|message\|>Espen HolterThe Hunter "What about here Rose?" He didn't hear any kind of response. He never got a response. No matter how many times Espen asked the teddy bear the stuffed animal remained silent. Espen glanced at the lofty tree. If Rose doesn't think this is a suitable resting place then Espen doesn't. The man squeezed the plushie closer to himself before trudging away from the possible hideous sepulcher. After only a few steps, he felt his finger get lightly prodded. Espen peered down at the toy to find a small flower stem sticking out of it. The stem's discoloration showed the flowers that filled the teddy bear were dying which Espen couldn't allow. His trudging gradually turned into jogging as he looked around the area for flowers. Eventually, he came across some roses that not only looked nice but would partially mask the stench of his decaying sister's body. Espen cut away at the stems of multiple flowers with his knife until he could fill his coat pockets and hands with the aromatic flowers. Should be eno- Espen's thoughts were interrupted by the angry boom of thunder. Well... shit. He didn't wanna get soaked or eaten so Espen sprinted towards the closest shelter to him, some old (hopefully) uninhabited buildings. Once inside some structure with a roof he placed Rose onto the ground and proceeded to undo the stitches that kept the bear's cloth together. The moment he did so he saw her. Rose's body surrounded by equally lifeless lilies. Espen's attempt at holding back tears was absolutely pointless. He was hunched over the corpse, crying and sobbing. One of the reasons he entered this place was to stay dry and his tears falling onto Rose made entering here somewhat pointless. He slowly removed all of the dead lilies and replaced them with the newly picked roses then sewed the toy back together. "I'm sorry." Espen wiped the tears from his face and placed his only companion down, letting it lean on the wall. He looked at his overcast surroundings and sat himself down next to the bear. "We'll just have to wait."</s> <\|message\|>Iris Jane Barret Approaching the large empty grain silo Iris looked at the decomposing outside, running her hand along the exterior she felt the chipping paint crumble against her fingertips. Soon they met with the ladder to get inside. "Let's hope she's open." Iris mentioned to Len and Kara, giving a cheeky grin. She looked liked a wet dog, but the shower had been long overdue. Gripping to the slippery metal ladder, Iris began quickly ascending. Losing her footing when she was a bit more than half way- she let out a sharp gasp before flinging her petite body to the cold metal, holding on for dear life. "Fuck!" she muttered, gathering herself before continuing her climb. As she reached the door and tried the handle. It was unlocked. Looking down to Len and Kara Iris gave a thumbs up to indicate she was okay and that it was safe to climb up. Pushing open the door Iris was greeted with an unpleasant sight- the silo was empty. The group could not use the grain as a layer of protection and more room to walk, but the few feet of inner ring of railing and landing would be enough for the night. Len grunted in reply as Iris mentioned hoping the door was open. He expected it to be, but if not...hell, he could always make an entrance if need be. He gave Kara a quick glance, before following Iris inside, wondering what sight would await them. He'd seen some...interesting things in abandoned buildings. Some quite grisly. He watched as Iris started climbing the wet ladder. "Hey there now, you be a-care--" he hadn't even finished the sentence when she lost her grip. Eyes wide, he dashed forward as though to catch her should she fall, but she somehow managed to stay on the ladder. Letting out a deep sigh of relief. "Don't go breakin' yer neck now, ya hear?" he hollered up as Iris began to climb once more. Turning to Kara, he said "Awright, let's get a climbin' and try not to fall, eh?" With that, he took hold of the rungs. He was wondering if he'd lose his grip around the same place Iris did, but he made it up without incident. He glanced around, noting the emptiness of the area. "Well, ain't this a son of a bitch," he spoke, crossing his arms. "Well, leas' the worms might not be smellin' us as good up here. I hope."</s> <\|message\|>Kara Roberts Kara followed them up, climbing up the ladders very slowly being sure not to make the same mistake Iris did. She caught up to them and looked around, disappoint in her eyes "Uh, this is your hold out?" She said, drenched in rain. Kara looked around the small area, being very careful with her footing "It's better than nothing I suppose" She sighed before sitting on the flooring, removing her wet head scarf. She kept her eyes on Len and Iris before deciding to talk again "Listen, about earlier. I don't know what I was thinking"</s>	<\|message\|>Espen HolterThe Hunter Sitting down made his own weariness apparent. After a long yawn, Espen jabbed himself in the leg, but the pain didn't make him wakeful. His eyes repeatedly closed and opened as he fought the futile battle against sleep. Espen willingly laid down and reached for his teddy bear. He easily ignored the cold ground and squeezed the plushy close to himself, he finally closed his eyes. Espen's exhaustion and the rainfall limited Espen's senses, but he was still capable of hearing the curses and words uttered by fellow invaders. Sleeping while other survivors are around would be asking for death. Espen rose as alive as ever, he briskly grabbed his things and prepared his crossbow. The man inspected the area before noting some boot marks leading to a silo. He grasped the metal ladder and climbed upwards. Espen wrapped his fingers around the slippery handle and opened it. Regardless of his awkward footing, he aimed his crossbow down towards the bottom of the silo at the three invaders. "I can't really go to sleep until you guys do." Espen stated as he rubbed his eyes, still aiming his crossbow at the three of them.</s>
<\|description\|>Tim Henson Superhero Alias: Element Master Age: 14 Gender: male Appearance: Power: Chemical Element Transmutation: Tim has the ability to alter the elements on the periodic table and can change them into other elements, for example he can turn oxygen into carbon and plutonium into uranium. His powers are limited to touch and it is very hard to affect living things with this power. This power also requires concentration and focus to work properly so if he doesn't concentrate then his powers will not work as efficiently. Using his powers for too long can cause him a lot of strain on his body and exhaust him. Mask Appearance: Personality: kind, has a good heart and very smart. History: Tim for as long he could remember was a big lover of chemistry and the periodic table. At the age of seven he was already reading advanced textbooks on chemistry and could tell people answers to hard scientific questions. Eventually he was attending Eden City High when the viral attack happened and he was given incredible abilities. To his awe and amazement Tim discovered that he could transmute chemical elements on the periodic table. He soon decided to become a costumed hero and began work as a hero named Element Master to fight against crime and villainy. Other:</s> <\|message\|>Jason Steel Eden City High. Once just a completely ordinary school like any other. Until the incident. An unknown virus spread through the school, all of the students were knocked unconscious at exactly 2:37PM. They all awoke at exactly 2:37PM two weeks later in an isolated hospital. While they were unconscious it was discovered that some of them were gifted with unique abilities beyond the bounds of ordinary human possibility. Superpowers. The school was remodeled to facilitate less students and with state-of-the-art facilities for both ordinary lessons and an underground floor for power development and combat technique. Many of the students, of course, were not gifted so, and they all got full scholarships to a prestigious private high school, most likely with some subtle payments to the owner of that school involved. It was predicted many students would try to become vigilantes, so to lessen the negative publicity of this they left masks on all the hospital beds matching functionality with their abilities and style matching their personality file. as they slept to keep their identities hidden in any nighttime activities, waiting for them to wake up. Once all the students woke up they were briefed on the situation, much to the shock of many students, and a notice to them all that they should make aliases based on their abilities so that the government doesn't need a registration act to communicate about them legally, and that adults with similar abilities have been replaced as their teachers in one class. The students were given a week off of school to adapt to their new abilities, but now that week is over. School has begun. "Bye Jason," Riley Steel said to his son Jason as he walked into school to his office. Jason laughed and shook his head at his cold father who he only found out in the last week had superpowers like him. And mom knew this whole time! How unfair... Jason shrugged and walked into the school, ridiculously early since his dad had to get in early to prepare and he was Jason's only ride. Jason walked around a bit, dropping his bag at the main classroom, which teachers would leave and go into for Maths and English, where all the students start their day. According to the government guy who introduced himself at the briefing as the principal, an old bastard with no powers Jason knew of. Jason saw a green-haired girl and considered going to talk to her, but the swirling pit of anger fear and grief made Jason decide to stay near the locker area. He went into his bag and smiled looking at his mask, a big reflective piece of glass that went around his face. That "green haired girl", Artemis, was busy writing in her notepad things people would ask a lot to save constantly having to write them. 'Hi', 'The notepad's because I'm a mute', 'I'd rather not talk about what made me mute', etc. Mostly responding to the annoying questions people ask about her not talking. She'd only been at Eden City High a few days before incident and noone who really spoke to her much wasn't gifted. Agh. Meeting people is a pain.</s> <\|message\|>Maria Sky Hurston- called "Sky" Coming back to Eden City High after the incident was strange for Sky. While some students stood around in cliques talking about their week off and such mundane small talk- Sky kept her eyes cast downward as she walked through the front doors of the building. Her life was a complete and total mess, but Sky knew she had to make the most out of the lemons life handed her. She went to her locker quickly and stared at the combination lock. She had forgotten the code- it was something important.. But what was it? "Oh yeah," she said under her breath before twisting the dials until the code matched her parents anniversary date. Then locker popped open and Sky took a deep breath. She had English first period, and it wasn't something she would enjoy. She carefully placed the English books down in the deep red bag with yellow polka dots on it. She was careful not to harm the colorful, full face mask that was tucked neatly inside of the bag. She stood and placed the straps on her shoulders before mustering up enough courage to look around. Sky hadn't been at Eden City for more than a month before the incident- so she saw many familiar faces, but no faces that would even recognize her.</s> <\|message\|>Cecelia, Student "Okay, mommy. I'm off to school!" Cecelia called out as she reached the front door. Her mom called back "Dear, it's chilly out, so remember your jacket. I washed it last night!" Cecelia sighed "I know that mommy, I was outside yesterday! OH! Gotta hurry or I'll miss the bus. Love you! Bye!" Grabbing her bunny jacket she has for several years (and having to buy a new one, since her original one was super tight and wouldn't fit any more), Cecelia ran for her bus stop, making it just in time to get on. It was stragely empty today. I guess there weren't many special kids that ride my bus. This sucks. Same bus driver though, but he's creepy. All my friends are still normal... Cecelia rode the bus in silence, reaching in her messanger bag for her mask, the awesome transformation of the mask from right to left was a symbol of her powers to turn things into other thing she's seen. She pulls Fluffy from her bag and hugs him tight to her chest. "It's gonna be alright, Fluffy. We'll make it through this together," Cecelia mutters as she turns her body side to side. Once the bus arrives, Cecelia, back in her happy mood, skips off the bus and into the halls towards the lockers. Once there, she sees a boy who is also here. "Hi there. How was your break?" Cecelia asked, not even remembering if she had met this boy before. After picking up her books, she notices a girl writing in a notepad. She walks over and looks at the girl. Trying not to be too loud, she says "Hi there, I'm cecelia. I don't think I've met you. What's your name? By the way, you have really pretty hair." Cecelia smiles.</s> <\|message\|>Jackdaw "Daw" Hira Jackdaw grabbed her shoulder bag and threw on a light blue hoodie. As she walked out the door Daw slung her bag over her shoulder before beginning the walk to school. Daw lived quite close to Eden High School. Close enough to walk, at least. The sun shown down bright on Daw's pale white skin, causing it to seem brighter than normal. As she walked Daw thought. About what her new school would be like. About what students had become more special. And questions bit about that gap in her memories. From six to twelve. There were no memories from that time. Nothing. At Daw was only thirteen. She should be able to remember last year. And now she had been asleep for two weeks exactly. I was annoying for Daw, but hey, when life gives you lemons, put them in a sack and beat your enemies with it till they break. Daw walked into the school and immediately put her alternate personality. She needed to be nice. She needed to help others. That had been what she had decided as her attitude towards people. A sweet, nice little girl, smart and kind. Sweet and innocent. No one but her parents and some of the police new of her six year 'disappearance'. And Daw wanted to keep it that way.</s> <\|message\|>Alexi Rayne BEEP BEEP BEEP Alexi groaned as the agonizing sound of her alarm clock went off. "Great another day." she muttered as she got up and started making her coffee. Once the coffee was ready, she threw on her black tank top and black mini skirt with frills at the bottom of it, skulls imprinted into the cloth, and chains dangling off of her left side.</s> <\|message\|>Aquamarine "Aqua" Silverman Aqua stands outside the front of the school, rubbing her shoulders furiously. For some reason, she is cold. But, then again, she's always cold now. She walks up the steps into Eden City High and tries not to touch anything. Considering it has been strange couple weeks, she has yet to be able to actually control her powers and freezing water in the air is a particularly bad one. Considering most everything is made up of water, it is hard for her to control her powers. Everything she touches seems to turn to ice or burns immediately. Aqua takes a deep breath and pulls her mask down over her eyes and peers through the eye holes. She sees a young man leaning up against a locker and other people heading toward their first class, which is English. She accidentally bumps into someone and apologizes immediately, embarrassment shading her face red. Suddenly, her legs slip out from underneath her and she falls to the ground with a thump. She groans as she rubs her lower back, looking down at the newly fresh patch of ice where her feet just were. She sighs and climbs slowly to her feet. She's going to have to learn to control her emotions if she wants to get this power thing under control. She walks into the classroom and notices a few people already there: a green haired girl scribbling in a notebook, a younger looking girl, and another girl with a very colorful mask. She hurriedly walks to a seat close to the window in the front and sits down, plopping her bag down next to her.</s> <\|message\|>Alexi Rayne After getting dressed, Alexi made her way to the to the school. as she stepped out of her black Corvette Stingray into the school's student parking lot. She yawned and took a sip of her coffee before walking into school. She gave off a cold aura when she entered the hallway like usual. Taking another sip of her coffee, she made her way to the classroom. Alexi then takes her custom gas mask, inhales deeply, and puts it on, entering the classroom. Alexi then eyes a seat in the back of the classroom that seemed dark enough for her to enjoy. She was not a big fan of the light, she always stayed in a dark corner or room, not because she was senile, but because she felt safer that way. Alexi made her way to the desk in the bag and she sat down, tossing her empty coffee container in the trash can.</s> <\|message\|>Devon Ryder A figure was already in class, leaning back in his seat as he waited patiently for the teacher to arrive. He was around average height or so, with messy black hair that naturally flitted over bored, onyx-black eyes. Oddly enough, other than his soft hair, you couldn't see anything else about his facial features. The shadows from his hair seems to cover his entire face in shrouded darkness, only the darkness seemed to naturally come from his hair, forcing him to give off a general mysterious aura. The boy dropped his backpack onto his desk, a sound coming from his shadowed face - a minor, quiet sigh of annoyance. When will class start? He grumbled in his mind, propping his feet up and crossing his arms over his chest. He entertained himself by glancing around as other students filed in. There were a lot of...odd characters, but with what has recently happened, it wasn't all that surprising. Ryder stiffened when he felt someone enter the darkness near him, but otherwise didn't respond, dully turning his invisible gaze to the desk in front of him. On it, a shadowy, wisping figure formed, looking more like a horned goat then anything. It galloped around, being about the size of a bottle of water. It even let out disembodied, raspy yells of triump when it managed to tackle his pencil. It's eyes were pitch white, along with it's mouth, which was open in an eternal circle. In some ways, it was cute, in others, it was creepy.</s> <\|message\|>Cecelia, Student After not getting an immediate response from the green haired girl, Cecelia sat down in the seat next to her. Wow, she's really into her writing. And she's quiet. Is she lonely? Maybe she needs friends. She's not talking to anyone, just writint there, Cecelia starts thinking, as she pets Fluffy, who is in her lap, what do you think, Fluffy? She keeps petting her stuffed bunny and pulls out her books for class, then starts messing with her hood's ears while looking at the green haired girl with a sideways glance.</s> <\|message\|>Maria Sky Hurston- called "Sky" The shadowed figure in the back made Sky's eyes narrow. She couldn't see anything but darkness- making her incapable of noting if she recognized his face. She tore her eyes from the dark figure and looked up toward the froth of the classroom as she took her seat. Sky pulled her notebook from her bag along with her English book. She had always maintained good grades while in school, and she wouldn't let her 'gift' distract her from keeping those good grades. Sky took a single curl of her silver hair and twirled it around her index finger nonchalantly. She wanted this class to hurry as begin. Sky kept her head down and looked around the class- her eyes glancing quickly across each figure. She taped her notebook softly with the end of her pencil, crossing her jean clad legs under the cover of her desk.</s>	<\|message\|>Tim Henson Tim got ready for school early this morning and finishing breakfast when the bus. He quickly said goodbye to his parents as he rushed out the door and onto the bus headed for his school. Once on the bus he found a seat that was empty and kept to himself. For the rest of the ride to school he played with coins from his wallet by transforming the element that they were made out of into another. Made his quarters into Aluminum and his pennies into sodium. When the bus got to the school he quickly got off the bus and headed straight for class, he hoped that they would have a chemistry exam soon. That was one of his favorite subjects in school and he loved doing those kinds of exams. When he got to the classroom he noticed a couple other students sitting in the own seats a bit far away from the teacher, he rolled his eyes and sat near the front. Unlike most students he liked his classes.</s>
<\|description\|>Charles "Chuck" Flounder Superhero Alias: Chimp Age: 16 Gender: Male Power: Adoptive Muscle Memory Chuck has the ability to instantly learn anything he sees someone else do. This allows him to acquire and store a vast array of skills ranging from freerunning to cross-stitching. This also means that if an opponent uses a move against him once, he can recognize it if it is used again. He can only repeat skills that are within the range of human ability, however, which means he won't be copying anyone else's superpowers. Personality: Self-confident and a little lazy, Chuck gets by with as little effort as he can. He is not very competitive, and pays no mind to teasing or insults. He is very loyal to his parents, often bringing up "things his dad says" as a reason for his actions. History: Prior to the incident, Chuck was a B-average student. He enjoyed learning, but his acquired knowledge was often too varied to be of much use. His lack of motivation got him in trouble with many of his teachers, especially his PE instructor, but he was a personal favorite of the principle, so he was never seriously punished. Chuck loves his new powers, and now spends most of his free time watching and practicing all kinds of different skills, many with no redeemable purpose. He still doesn't pay much attention in class, but a few minutes spent skimming through his textbook is usually enough to get him an excellent grade. Other:</s> <\|message\|>Cecelia, Student After not getting an immediate response from the green haired girl, Cecelia sat down in the seat next to her. Wow, she's really into her writing. And she's quiet. Is she lonely? Maybe she needs friends. She's not talking to anyone, just writint there, Cecelia starts thinking, as she pets Fluffy, who is in her lap, what do you think, Fluffy? She keeps petting her stuffed bunny and pulls out her books for class, then starts messing with her hood's ears while looking at the green haired girl with a sideways glance.</s> <\|message\|>Maria Sky Hurston- called "Sky" The shadowed figure in the back made Sky's eyes narrow. She couldn't see anything but darkness- making her incapable of noting if she recognized his face. She tore her eyes from the dark figure and looked up toward the froth of the classroom as she took her seat. Sky pulled her notebook from her bag along with her English book. She had always maintained good grades while in school, and she wouldn't let her 'gift' distract her from keeping those good grades. Sky took a single curl of her silver hair and twirled it around her index finger nonchalantly. She wanted this class to hurry as begin. Sky kept her head down and looked around the class- her eyes glancing quickly across each figure. She taped her notebook softly with the end of her pencil, crossing her jean clad legs under the cover of her desk.</s> <\|message\|>Tim Henson Tim got ready for school early this morning and finishing breakfast when the bus. He quickly said goodbye to his parents as he rushed out the door and onto the bus headed for his school. Once on the bus he found a seat that was empty and kept to himself. For the rest of the ride to school he played with coins from his wallet by transforming the element that they were made out of into another. Made his quarters into Aluminum and his pennies into sodium. When the bus got to the school he quickly got off the bus and headed straight for class, he hoped that they would have a chemistry exam soon. That was one of his favorite subjects in school and he loved doing those kinds of exams. When he got to the classroom he noticed a couple other students sitting in the own seats a bit far away from the teacher, he rolled his eyes and sat near the front. Unlike most students he liked his classes.</s> <\|message\|>Aquamarine "Aqua" Silverman Aqua looks around and notice that more people have entered. She lets out a small sigh and uncaps the horn on her hip. She pulls it out and begins to twirl it around her fingers, a trick that she taught herself when she first got her powers. She looks around and notices a shadowy boy in the back of the class. She faces forward, not want to look at him. The water slips between her fingers and down her wrist as she moves it over to her other hand. She smiles and leans up against the wall. Suddenly, the wall gets very cold and she jerks back, looking at her. The water has disappeared from her hand and is now across the entire wall. The entire wall, from the front of the room to the back, is completely frozen. She swallows and tries to get it back, but it stays frozen. Little ice crystals appear on the windows and she bites the insides of her cheeks. This is not a good way to start off the class. She sighs and waves her hand over the frozen section closest to her. It is going to take awhile, but she could at least melt it off the wall, without, hopefully, melting the wall itself.</s> <\|message\|>Charles "Chuck" Flounder Chuck slid the green Mercedes sedan into his parking space with a screech and whiff of burnt rubber. After watching a few television shows about racing and stunt driving, he could do just about any driving trick in the book without fear of wrecking. It gave his parents a fit, but they were willing to do anything for their special little boy. The clock on his dashboard told him he was a few minutes early, but the school bell suggested otherwise. He quickly slid out of the car, then pressed the lock button on his keychain while sprinting for the door. He caught up with the last few students entering the classroom, and took his seat near the front. English wasn't one of his favorite classes, especially because his talent of copying was against the rules for creative writing. He sighed, took out his books, and began to scribble a famous painting he had seen a few days ago.</s> <\|message\|>Aiden Jones Aiden's eyes slowly crawled open, much to his disliking he was waking up and when he woke up in the morning it was hard for him to fall back asleep. It was useful, he thought, on days where he had schooling. If he could just fall back asleep instead of getting up he would, but he sat up, and got ready for the day. Not too long later he was dressed and full of breakfast, ready to deal with the newly-redone school. He extended his wings and took off, flying low and out of sight towards the school. One perk of his new powers, he could easily fly with his wings and it made land travel an unnecessary form of transportation. Only after a few minutes he landed in is school's yard, retracting his wings and walking inside and towards his first class. He liked to carry most of his stuff in his bags, lockers were unsafe to him, especially now that most everyone had powers. After finding his way to his first class he sat his books on the ground next to a desk he liked and plopped down in it, taking a book out from inside one of his bags and continuing where he left off on it. He liked books, especially about birds and animals, most likely due to how his mother was a Zoologist focused on birds. She had always showed him her studies when she came home and sometimes brought birds, sparking a fascination in birds. Wouldn't you guess his mother's face when she found out what his powers were. He thought about introducing himself to someone, but decided against it and continued on his book.</s> <\|message\|>Alexi Rayne Alexi laid her head on her desk, holding it in pain. She was obviously hung over from last night, besides she didn't care how others viewed her, for she felt that she wasn't going to have friends away. Alexi was used to being lonely, though sometimes it would turn into manic depression. On the inside she felt like ice, like an outcast to everyone. ALexi then scooted her desk so he was covered completely by the shadow. Having done this, her appearance grown a tad more transparent, which she wanted because she wasn't too fond of conversation, mainly because she didn't want to get attached to someone again, considering her last "relationship."</s> <\|message\|>Jackdaw "Daw" Hira Jackdaw walked into her English class, smiling gently. She noted the people all ready in room, and simple sat down, pulling out a note book and pen. Once seated Daw began writing. The journal she was writing in was one that she had used since she was twelve. In case she ever forgot, Daw made sure to write down most things. For now she simply noted down her schedule. Once done she flipped back to the beginning of the notebook. Jackdaw. Jackdaw. Jackdaw. Jackdaw. Jackdaw. Jackdaw. My name is Jackdaw. I think I'm twelve. I remember nothing but my name. They found me yesterday. Said I had been missing for six years. For know their keeping me in a hospital. Why? What happened to me? Who are these people? They keeping telling me that they're my parents. I don't believe them. They still haven't let me out. These bandages are constricting and the room I'm in is intoxicating. It's perfect white walls simple beg for me to splatter them with red. But nothing is allowed near me except for you. They keep telling me that if I let them read my notebook they can help me. But I really doubt it. You are mine and mine alone. The rambling so went on and one. They had been the only thing Jackdaw could trust when she had returned. And they were the only thing Daw still trusted with all her heart.</s> <\|message\|>Cecelia, Student Cecelia sees another girl sitting diagonal from her, so she turns her attention to the dark haired girl. "Hi, how was your break? I don't think we've met before. Maybe we were in different classes. Well, anyways, I think the school's better with fewer people, making it easier to know more of the people you see every day, ya know?" Cecelia aims her words over at the girl diagonal from her, still holding Fluffy to her chest. I hope they aren't thinking that I'm weird or something or just don't want to talk to me...</s> <\|message\|>Elijah Antol Elijah placed his briefcase down and reviewed the lesson plan for the next few days. Seeing as it was the first day however, he doubted little would be learned, if anything at all. Probably just introductions and just talking. At least that's what Elijah remembered from when he was in school. It was sorta abrupt when someone from the government told him that they wished for him to become a teacher. Elijah wasn't too excited, but the salary was nice and it would be a nice change of pace from his travels. Now if they'd stop blasting the A/C on high. It was pretty bloody col- Oh. The bloody wall was frozen over. Probably some nut on the other side wanted to show off to their new classmates. He walked over to the other classroom and knocked on the door. "Excuse me, but could the show-off please unfreeze the damn wall? It's pretty cold being next to a big piece of ice."</s> <\|message\|>Aquamarine "Aqua" Silverman Aqua hears the teacher's voice and cringes, looking over her shoulder. "Sorry sir!" she yells over her shoulder. "I'll try to get it unfrozen!" She takes a deep breath and focuses on the wall. She squeezes her hands shut and suddenly, the ice turns to water and splashes anyone near the wall. She cringes as she gets thoroughly soaked by her own water and she sighs. This is just a mess. She looks around at everyone, her cheeks flaming, and she begins to pick up the water by waving her hand over it and shoving it back into the horn on her hip. She looks down at her back and sees that it is soaked. She sighs and closes her hand into a fist. Everything dries immediately and evaporates into the air. She smiles before going back to collecting all the water that has fallen from the water either onto people or onto the floor.</s> <\|message\|>Jackdaw "Daw" Hira "Yeah, I guess it is quieter," Daw smiled," I'm Jackdaw. Most people just call me Daw, it's nice to meet you." Daw finished, looking at the girl, hoping she wouldn't try to look at her notebook. Why do they want to read this? Why? Have I no privacy. And what is with my wounds. There aren't any bruisers or scratches. Only burns and slashed. Plus the stab wound on my thigh. Daw closed her notebook, sweetly smiling at the girl. Hoping that she wouldn't dare to read the red book that Daw held so near.</s> <\|message\|>Cecelia, Student Cecelia grinned back when Daw smiled. "Nice to meet you, too. Oh," remembering the bunny clutched to her chest, "this is Fluffy. I've had him since I was..." Cecelia takes a moment to count back, mumbling numbers and months, "Five years old. I think it's super cool that we all have powers now. Espe-" the bunny-clutching teen stopped mid-sentence to gaze at the frozen wall when someone called loudly into the room saying big piece of ice. "Oh, sorry. Frozen wall behind you. Anyways, what were you writing? Did I miss an english assignment, because there's a lot of people writing in notebooks. I don't wanna be behind on day one." Cecelia rambled on to Daw, stopping because she realized how much she'd been talking. After realizing, she blushed and said "I'm sorry for talking so much. I'm just usually alone at home or with my mom." After seeing the ice melt to water, she looks over at the other girl, who seemed to have melted it without touching any of it, and asks "you ok over there?"</s>	<\|message\|>Charles "Chuck" Flounder Chuck looked up from his drawing at the sound of people yelling, and glanced over at the now-melting wall of ice. He watched as the striking blond deftly maneuvered the water back into its container, impressed by how competent she was with her power. Of the few people he had met with supernatural abilities, she seemed to be the most comfortable. Since their teacher had yet to arrive, Chuck thought it would be a good time to make introductions. He stood, careful not to overturn his desk and the precariously balanced pencils on it, and walked over to where the girl was standing. "Hi," he said, with a confident grin. "My name's Chuck. Are you new around here? I don't recall having seen you before, and I'm certain you're someone I would remember." Chuck felt a little awkward about his greeting, especially the cheesy "someone I'd remember" part. Perhaps he should have watched some romance shows before school started back. Too late now, the greeting had already been said. Man, it would be cool to have a power to undo mistakes. A redo, like on those racing games. Crud, he'd been standing there for a few seconds, the girl must think he was an idiot. Was his breath okay? He brushed regularly, but maybe it was time to get some mouthwash. He thought he was pretty good at getting girls, but this one was making him feel even more stupid than he normally was.</s>
<\|description\|>Elijah Antol Superhero Alias: Dread Age: 25 Gender: Male Power: Maelstrom/Martial Arts Elijah is able to make his hands and feet extremely dense, making them durable enough, and can give himself the kinetic force to shatter even the toughest of metals given he has time. He can also perform maneuvers that defy gravity, such as dashing twice in midair, or a double jump. He can even detect enemy movement without the sense of vision. These abilities are also complimented by other martial arts techniques Elijah has picked up on his travels. While at a glance it may seem extremely powerful, there are drawbacks. He cannot make any part of his body dense other than his hands and feet, making him extremely vulnerable anywhere else. Foes who have attacks that affect a large area also counter his abilities, as they can simply make his dodging useless by spamming said attacks. He also cannot "cancel" a move, which also means foes with rapid attacks could quickly take him down as well. Mask Appearance: Personality: TBR Subject Teaching: Martial Arts, World History History: Elijah had a remarkably normal life up to the age of 13, after learning simple fighting techniques, wanted more knowledge of martial arts. In a span of eight years, he learned the basics of several martial arts, such as systema, muay thai, pencak silat, but never truly mastering any single one. He eventually began using a mixture of martial arts learned, making himself less predictable to opponents. It's currently unknown how he gained his powers, though they are probably due to an incident similar to the one at Eden High. Those powers led the government to hire him as a teacher for Eden City High. Other:</s> <\|message\|>Alexi Rayne BEEP BEEP BEEP Alexi groaned as the agonizing sound of her alarm clock went off. "Great another day." she muttered as she got up and started making her coffee. Once the coffee was ready, she threw on her black tank top and black mini skirt with frills at the bottom of it, skulls imprinted into the cloth, and chains dangling off of her left side.</s> <\|message\|>Aquamarine "Aqua" Silverman Aqua stands outside the front of the school, rubbing her shoulders furiously. For some reason, she is cold. But, then again, she's always cold now. She walks up the steps into Eden City High and tries not to touch anything. Considering it has been strange couple weeks, she has yet to be able to actually control her powers and freezing water in the air is a particularly bad one. Considering most everything is made up of water, it is hard for her to control her powers. Everything she touches seems to turn to ice or burns immediately. Aqua takes a deep breath and pulls her mask down over her eyes and peers through the eye holes. She sees a young man leaning up against a locker and other people heading toward their first class, which is English. She accidentally bumps into someone and apologizes immediately, embarrassment shading her face red. Suddenly, her legs slip out from underneath her and she falls to the ground with a thump. She groans as she rubs her lower back, looking down at the newly fresh patch of ice where her feet just were. She sighs and climbs slowly to her feet. She's going to have to learn to control her emotions if she wants to get this power thing under control. She walks into the classroom and notices a few people already there: a green haired girl scribbling in a notebook, a younger looking girl, and another girl with a very colorful mask. She hurriedly walks to a seat close to the window in the front and sits down, plopping her bag down next to her.</s> <\|message\|>Alexi Rayne After getting dressed, Alexi made her way to the to the school. as she stepped out of her black Corvette Stingray into the school's student parking lot. She yawned and took a sip of her coffee before walking into school. She gave off a cold aura when she entered the hallway like usual. Taking another sip of her coffee, she made her way to the classroom. Alexi then takes her custom gas mask, inhales deeply, and puts it on, entering the classroom. Alexi then eyes a seat in the back of the classroom that seemed dark enough for her to enjoy. She was not a big fan of the light, she always stayed in a dark corner or room, not because she was senile, but because she felt safer that way. Alexi made her way to the desk in the bag and she sat down, tossing her empty coffee container in the trash can.</s> <\|message\|>Devon Ryder A figure was already in class, leaning back in his seat as he waited patiently for the teacher to arrive. He was around average height or so, with messy black hair that naturally flitted over bored, onyx-black eyes. Oddly enough, other than his soft hair, you couldn't see anything else about his facial features. The shadows from his hair seems to cover his entire face in shrouded darkness, only the darkness seemed to naturally come from his hair, forcing him to give off a general mysterious aura. The boy dropped his backpack onto his desk, a sound coming from his shadowed face - a minor, quiet sigh of annoyance. When will class start? He grumbled in his mind, propping his feet up and crossing his arms over his chest. He entertained himself by glancing around as other students filed in. There were a lot of...odd characters, but with what has recently happened, it wasn't all that surprising. Ryder stiffened when he felt someone enter the darkness near him, but otherwise didn't respond, dully turning his invisible gaze to the desk in front of him. On it, a shadowy, wisping figure formed, looking more like a horned goat then anything. It galloped around, being about the size of a bottle of water. It even let out disembodied, raspy yells of triump when it managed to tackle his pencil. It's eyes were pitch white, along with it's mouth, which was open in an eternal circle. In some ways, it was cute, in others, it was creepy.</s> <\|message\|>Cecelia, Student After not getting an immediate response from the green haired girl, Cecelia sat down in the seat next to her. Wow, she's really into her writing. And she's quiet. Is she lonely? Maybe she needs friends. She's not talking to anyone, just writint there, Cecelia starts thinking, as she pets Fluffy, who is in her lap, what do you think, Fluffy? She keeps petting her stuffed bunny and pulls out her books for class, then starts messing with her hood's ears while looking at the green haired girl with a sideways glance.</s> <\|message\|>Maria Sky Hurston- called "Sky" The shadowed figure in the back made Sky's eyes narrow. She couldn't see anything but darkness- making her incapable of noting if she recognized his face. She tore her eyes from the dark figure and looked up toward the froth of the classroom as she took her seat. Sky pulled her notebook from her bag along with her English book. She had always maintained good grades while in school, and she wouldn't let her 'gift' distract her from keeping those good grades. Sky took a single curl of her silver hair and twirled it around her index finger nonchalantly. She wanted this class to hurry as begin. Sky kept her head down and looked around the class- her eyes glancing quickly across each figure. She taped her notebook softly with the end of her pencil, crossing her jean clad legs under the cover of her desk.</s> <\|message\|>Tim Henson Tim got ready for school early this morning and finishing breakfast when the bus. He quickly said goodbye to his parents as he rushed out the door and onto the bus headed for his school. Once on the bus he found a seat that was empty and kept to himself. For the rest of the ride to school he played with coins from his wallet by transforming the element that they were made out of into another. Made his quarters into Aluminum and his pennies into sodium. When the bus got to the school he quickly got off the bus and headed straight for class, he hoped that they would have a chemistry exam soon. That was one of his favorite subjects in school and he loved doing those kinds of exams. When he got to the classroom he noticed a couple other students sitting in the own seats a bit far away from the teacher, he rolled his eyes and sat near the front. Unlike most students he liked his classes.</s> <\|message\|>Aquamarine "Aqua" Silverman Aqua looks around and notice that more people have entered. She lets out a small sigh and uncaps the horn on her hip. She pulls it out and begins to twirl it around her fingers, a trick that she taught herself when she first got her powers. She looks around and notices a shadowy boy in the back of the class. She faces forward, not want to look at him. The water slips between her fingers and down her wrist as she moves it over to her other hand. She smiles and leans up against the wall. Suddenly, the wall gets very cold and she jerks back, looking at her. The water has disappeared from her hand and is now across the entire wall. The entire wall, from the front of the room to the back, is completely frozen. She swallows and tries to get it back, but it stays frozen. Little ice crystals appear on the windows and she bites the insides of her cheeks. This is not a good way to start off the class. She sighs and waves her hand over the frozen section closest to her. It is going to take awhile, but she could at least melt it off the wall, without, hopefully, melting the wall itself.</s> <\|message\|>Charles "Chuck" Flounder Chuck slid the green Mercedes sedan into his parking space with a screech and whiff of burnt rubber. After watching a few television shows about racing and stunt driving, he could do just about any driving trick in the book without fear of wrecking. It gave his parents a fit, but they were willing to do anything for their special little boy. The clock on his dashboard told him he was a few minutes early, but the school bell suggested otherwise. He quickly slid out of the car, then pressed the lock button on his keychain while sprinting for the door. He caught up with the last few students entering the classroom, and took his seat near the front. English wasn't one of his favorite classes, especially because his talent of copying was against the rules for creative writing. He sighed, took out his books, and began to scribble a famous painting he had seen a few days ago.</s> <\|message\|>Aiden Jones Aiden's eyes slowly crawled open, much to his disliking he was waking up and when he woke up in the morning it was hard for him to fall back asleep. It was useful, he thought, on days where he had schooling. If he could just fall back asleep instead of getting up he would, but he sat up, and got ready for the day. Not too long later he was dressed and full of breakfast, ready to deal with the newly-redone school. He extended his wings and took off, flying low and out of sight towards the school. One perk of his new powers, he could easily fly with his wings and it made land travel an unnecessary form of transportation. Only after a few minutes he landed in is school's yard, retracting his wings and walking inside and towards his first class. He liked to carry most of his stuff in his bags, lockers were unsafe to him, especially now that most everyone had powers. After finding his way to his first class he sat his books on the ground next to a desk he liked and plopped down in it, taking a book out from inside one of his bags and continuing where he left off on it. He liked books, especially about birds and animals, most likely due to how his mother was a Zoologist focused on birds. She had always showed him her studies when she came home and sometimes brought birds, sparking a fascination in birds. Wouldn't you guess his mother's face when she found out what his powers were. He thought about introducing himself to someone, but decided against it and continued on his book.</s> <\|message\|>Alexi Rayne Alexi laid her head on her desk, holding it in pain. She was obviously hung over from last night, besides she didn't care how others viewed her, for she felt that she wasn't going to have friends away. Alexi was used to being lonely, though sometimes it would turn into manic depression. On the inside she felt like ice, like an outcast to everyone. ALexi then scooted her desk so he was covered completely by the shadow. Having done this, her appearance grown a tad more transparent, which she wanted because she wasn't too fond of conversation, mainly because she didn't want to get attached to someone again, considering her last "relationship."</s> <\|message\|>Jackdaw "Daw" Hira Jackdaw walked into her English class, smiling gently. She noted the people all ready in room, and simple sat down, pulling out a note book and pen. Once seated Daw began writing. The journal she was writing in was one that she had used since she was twelve. In case she ever forgot, Daw made sure to write down most things. For now she simply noted down her schedule. Once done she flipped back to the beginning of the notebook. Jackdaw. Jackdaw. Jackdaw. Jackdaw. Jackdaw. Jackdaw. My name is Jackdaw. I think I'm twelve. I remember nothing but my name. They found me yesterday. Said I had been missing for six years. For know their keeping me in a hospital. Why? What happened to me? Who are these people? They keeping telling me that they're my parents. I don't believe them. They still haven't let me out. These bandages are constricting and the room I'm in is intoxicating. It's perfect white walls simple beg for me to splatter them with red. But nothing is allowed near me except for you. They keep telling me that if I let them read my notebook they can help me. But I really doubt it. You are mine and mine alone. The rambling so went on and one. They had been the only thing Jackdaw could trust when she had returned. And they were the only thing Daw still trusted with all her heart.</s> <\|message\|>Cecelia, Student Cecelia sees another girl sitting diagonal from her, so she turns her attention to the dark haired girl. "Hi, how was your break? I don't think we've met before. Maybe we were in different classes. Well, anyways, I think the school's better with fewer people, making it easier to know more of the people you see every day, ya know?" Cecelia aims her words over at the girl diagonal from her, still holding Fluffy to her chest. I hope they aren't thinking that I'm weird or something or just don't want to talk to me...</s>	<\|message\|>Elijah Antol Elijah placed his briefcase down and reviewed the lesson plan for the next few days. Seeing as it was the first day however, he doubted little would be learned, if anything at all. Probably just introductions and just talking. At least that's what Elijah remembered from when he was in school. It was sorta abrupt when someone from the government told him that they wished for him to become a teacher. Elijah wasn't too excited, but the salary was nice and it would be a nice change of pace from his travels. Now if they'd stop blasting the A/C on high. It was pretty bloody col- Oh. The bloody wall was frozen over. Probably some nut on the other side wanted to show off to their new classmates. He walked over to the other classroom and knocked on the door. "Excuse me, but could the show-off please unfreeze the damn wall? It's pretty cold being next to a big piece of ice."</s>
<\|description\|>Reesh Mecles Age: 32 Gender: Male Race: Argonian Physical Description: Primarily dark grey scales over the entirety of his body, his chest, stomache and face having a lighter grey set of scales. A noticeable scar located at the lower right side of his abdomen surrounded by slightly misshapened scales. Two prominent horns that point directly backwards on the crown of his head, along with six more horns, three on either side of his head where the jaw meets the skull. Skillset:Expert Skills * Heavy Armour * Blocking Adept Skills * One Handed Novice Skills * Alchemy History: Reesh was born in the wilderness of the Black Marsh near the Cyrodiil border. He was born into a family of bandits, and as a result, learnt to be vicious and harsh. After an attack from another bandit group, Reesh was orphaned at the age of 12 and sold into slavery over the border. During this time, he was sold to a few necromancers to carry their potions and ingredients. One of the necromancers took a liking to Reesh and treated him like a son, though she was a cruel mother. Through her, Reesh learned a tiny bit about alchemy and various ways one can make healing potions or poisons. He was finally liberated by a group of mercenaries who were hired to deal with the necromancers as they made themselves home in a cave in Cyrodiil. The mercenaries, calling themselves the 'Dragon Shields', took Reesh in after the fight, mostly an attempt to replenish their casualties. They trained Reesh, now at the age of 16, to be a combatant and taught him they're form of honour and mercenary ethics. They paid him a fair sum of their missions and treated him like one of their own. At the age of 25, Reesh was heavily wounded in his lower-right abdomen by the blade of a bandit. This caused him to lose a few scales in the spot of the wound. While he was recovering, one of his mercenary buddies offered him some skooma to help take his mind off of the pain. Reesh accepted and has been addicted ever since. A year later, Reesh would leave his mercenary guild and start off solo, primarily due to wanting to start off on his own. Many years later, after many successful jobs, either working solo or with others, he would receive the job of his life, a mission for The Collector. He immediately accepted the job and grabbed provisions to head for Skyrim. While he questioned the possible danger of this task, as it was an oddly high price for a bottle of mead, he knew the price made it worthwhile anyway. Equipment: * Steel Plate Armour (helmet is custom made. It's an opened-face helm, with two holes in the back for his horns. It also lacks the goofy wings on the sides.) * Steel Shield * Steel Mace * A black cowl * Various furs worn over his armour to deal with the cold. * A small bag containing his skooma gear. * A bag that he carries both his potions and skooma bottles in. * A large pouch for ingredients * 13 skooma bottles (all full) Known Spells: * None Party Control: Yes</s> <\|message\|>Arielle Lylvieve This was just too much. Two of their number had already perished, and now the rest of them would undoubtly meet the same fate. There were ten more bandits approaching them. Ten. Eleven if you added the hulking chief, but he did not count. He was more beast than bandit. Arielle had thought they were in a tight spot before. She would have to reassess that statement. But she would not go down without a fight. The question was what she could do to help their situation. Levitating would be a bad idea. She would become a floating pincushion before she got ten feet. Calming one or some of the bandits could help, but it was not probable that it would do much good. It had to be a direct assault then. Try to deal some damage. Too bad she had never been interested in the collage of destruction. Then again, an indirect assault could work just as well. Waiting for the melee fighters to detach themselves from their archers she prepared the spell which would summon a flame atronach. When the fighters had covered enough distance she released the built up magicka and focused on a spot close to the unsuspecting bowmen. Her plan had the anticipated effect; the first archer had no time to react as the fiery being appeared out of thin air and set him on fire with a supeheated ball of flame. With no one of their comrades left to defend them in close quarters the remaining archers scrambled for cover as the daedra gave chase. That left the six charging bulls, but that was not Arielles forte. Her companions would have to deal with them. She retreated behind one of the thick gate doors and awaited what came next.</s> <\|message\|>Gherken Grumar (It's actually 'Gra-Umar', but everyone says 'Grumar' because it's easier to pronounce) 'Sixty thousand for Mead... that can't be right, there's some other catch to this... you can't go three paces through this bloody snow-land without finding a bottle of Mead somewhere...' The above thoughts raced over and over in the head of the Orc courier and veteran Gherken Grumar, as she slowly walked along the path to her destination, taking long strides so she wouldn't get too far ahead of the Imperial lady next to her, what with her height and all. Didn't know much about her, and didn't care to. She looked like a shady sort. As was custom in these kinds of trips, the Orc had a bottle of Beer in one hand as she strode along, of which she took momentary swigs. But she stopped in her tracks and took an even longer swig when she got closer to the front gates, already open, and witnessed her destination, the, um... thriving Imperial fort town of Helgen. Formerly. Now it seemed to be the smouldering, Bandit-infested ruin of Helgen. The people ahead of her didn't look like Bandits, though. They were too diverse and well-equipped to be local degenerates; she'd been to Skyrim before, so she knew what Bandits tended to look like. There were some people on the ground that looked like they could have been bandits, though, except for the prissy-looking guy in a robe with an arrow jutting out his jugular. "Agh, crap." She lamented to herself, before taking another swig and approaching the band of people gathered at the gates. Figuring that they may be on the same job as she (after all, she was told there'd be several), she chose to take out her Collector-approved scroll in advance. Sure enough, the lot of them darted around, on alert, when she and her shady companion approached. This was good. All signs pointed to these men and women being able to handle themselves. "I ain't late to... whatever in Oblivion happened here, am I?" She asked, half-jokingly. Good fights were a reliable form of entertainment on long journeys with no company, after all. Good fights. Not bad fights, like wars where non-fighters get caught up in the bloodshed. However, it seemed that the universe didn't have a sense of humour, as mere moments after she said this and before any of her new best friends could react, more Bandits appeared from the ruins. Eleven of them, including a great hulk of a man that made her eyes widen a little for a moment. He was even taller than her, which was weird for a Nord. Must have been born with some kind of birth defect. "Bloody typical!" She yelled in response to this new situation, hurling her now-empty bottle of Beer onto the ground. As six of the Bandits started charging at them, she dropped her cumbersome Courier bag on the ground nearby and unsheathed her enormous Battle-axe... though it was more like a long-handled Cleaver, but still, it chopped things and that's all that matters. Unfortunately, one of the Bandits seemed to get the jump on her and fired an arrow right at her, grazing her on the shoulder. She grunted and flinched slightly, but didn't falter. It was the Alcohol, probably. Focusing her stance, she began to duck and weave to avoid any other arrows that came her way, hoping that one of her companions would be able to take them out from this distance. The six charging Bandits were typical; unsophisticated, untrained and unfocused rage attacks. Two of them were coming at her specifically, obviously thinking of her as a priority due to her size. Wise. Or stupid. Depends. Sidestepping to her left as the two Bandits got especially close, she ducked down and swung her Axe in a wide arc, striking the two in the legs as they ran. One of them... she could have sworn she saw his leg come off as he flew, screaming, towards one of the other fighters; the Argonian, to be precise. The other one did a sort of backflip and landed right next to her. Wasting no time, she spun back around to face him, raised her Axe over the general area of his head, and chopped the top of his skull off. It wasn't exactly a clean cut... the top of his head seemed to fragment, and his brains spilled out. But he was dead, that was for sure. And more importantly, the damage that had been done to her enemies had channeled their health through her weapon, and she felt a sharp yet soothing sensation in her shoulder as that arrow-graze healed itself. Turning her attention to the Chief, she thought about going to deal with him after the archers got chased away by what looked like some kind of fiery Daedra, but decided against it until after they'd actually died. Hopefully the others would think this as well, as she turned her attention to the other charging Bandits. Common military tactic: people always go for the big ones, so send them in with swarms of little ones. Gherken knew that one well.</s>	<\|message\|>Reesh Mecles Reesh relaxed from his combat stance when the bandits who were before him lay dead on the nordic ground. He gave a quick nod to the Khajiit while revealing his scroll with The Collector's seal on it. The cat man did likewise as the other two of their group came from their hiding places. The breton seemed a bit uneasy, Reesh guessed it was to the combat itself, the woman didn't seem like the fighting type. Reesh was surprised when he realized that Deejaza had changed positions. The puzzled look on his face faded quickly when he turned his attention back to the situation at hand. Introductions would have to wait, there was a bottle of mead begging for recovery. After they had checked the bodies, they made their way towards the gate, all silent as they knew that danger still possibly lurked around. Silent enough to hear the footsteps behind them. Reesh spun around, lowering himself and raising his shield, only to be met by an intimidating orc and a shadowy imperial. Their scrolls with The Collector's seal put him at ease, he didn't like the thought of fighting the orc. Not only was she tall, but she was heavily scarred, armoured and burly. Not only that but he noticed she had a very strict military style stance. As for the imperial woman... He couldn't make heads or tails on what to think, other than she strode forward with an air confidence. Before he even had a chance to think on the orc's question, he heard the distinctive sound of arrows hitting the ground behind him. He turned in time to both hear the charging group of bandits as well as see a large and obese man yell at the top of his lungs. Reesh half-thought the man was a giant who had a growth defect that put all his mass horizontally and not vertically. He quickly put that thought aside as the six bandits got uncomfortably closer. As they closed in, one of the bandits had an arrow pierce his throat, an arrow that most likely was fired from Reesh's argonian compatriot. The bandit's charge quickly became a hobble as he dropped his weapon to clutch his throat, then quickly falling to the ground dead. Two of the bandits made their way towards the orc, while two more faced Reesh. One wielded an iron axe while wearing leather armour with an iron helmet; the other was fully equipt with iron armour, along with a shield, and an iron sword. Reesh was distracted by a flying, screaming bandit. He looked to see the man land next to him, his left leg missing as he clutched it. Reesh looked to see the orc quickly dispatch her other opponent. He didn't get a chance to think anymore when the bandit with the axe went in for the strike. Reesh quickly blocked the strike with his shield, only to notice the other bandit went for a thrust at him. He put himself into a spin, pushing the blade to the side with his shield and prepared a strike on the axe-wielder. The bandit ducked under his swing and tried another attack attempt, this time, however, he hit Reesh in the leg. Fortunately, Reesh's armour remained unbroken. Reesh kicked away the lightly armoured bandit as the one with the sword took another jab. The argonian jumped back, dodging the thrust, and threw an overhead strike at the man, who then blocked it with his shield. The bandit then tried a left-to-right slash at Reesh. The lizard-man ducked under the wing before throwing his weapon upwards toward the bandit. His weapon hit home when it struck the iron chest piece, stunning the nord for the moment. Reesh took this opportunity to take a second swing at the man's head, hitting him in the head and knocking him down. Reesh didn't get time to relax as his axe-wielding opponent charged again. As he attempted to move out of the way of the strike, he felt something grasp his right leg. He looked down to see the one-legged bandit clutching his heavily armoured leg with both arms. Reesh changed his focus and raised his shield, barely blocking the axe that aimed for his head. He then tried to bash the nordic-leech from his leg. The nord would not budge, and Reesh's attention was once again called to the other bandit as he flanked the encumbered argonian. Reesh noticed the orc approach said bandit from behind, performing a devastating overhead swing into the bandit's right shoulder. When the man fell to his knees, she placed a boot on his other shoulder and pulled her battle-axe free, leaving his corpse to fall to the ground. Reesh nodded his thanks as he turned his attention to the wounded and desperate man clinging to his leg. The wounded bandit seemed to have lost too much blood, as his grip on the argonian's leg became loose. Reesh pulled his leg free and kicked the nord over, to see him both tired and dazed. The argonian left him there and turned his attention to the battle at hand, with thoughts of interrogation if the bandit remained alive.</s>
<\|description\|>Luc Anaxi Lupin The picture is his natural state, but he is often seen looking very different, almost like another person. Age: 16 School Year: Fifth Year House: Gryffindor Short Bio: Luc is the son of Teddy Lupin and Victoire Weasley. He, like his father and grandmother (Tonks), is a Metamorphmagus. A witch/wizard with the rare ability to change their appearance at will. Also from his grandfathers (Bill Weasly, Remus Lupin) he has inherited a tiny bit of werewolf, however it comes out as nothing more than a craving for raw meat. Personality: Loud and 'obnoxious' Luc is a daredevil. He seems to believe he has something to prove, although no one, not even he himself is sure what. He often acts a lot like a little kid, something that can quite easly piss people off. Often it seems like he is oblivious to others feelings, but he does try not to hurt others intentionally. He struggles with 'normal' magic and that annoys him no end, although he dose prefer to stick to what he sees as normal; Metamorphasing. When flying Luc prefers live animals (hippogriphs ect.) to brooms for, as he says; "They aren't really alive" He does however prefer using a broom to not flying at all. Classes taken: Care of Magical Creatures, (basic) Charms, Music, Astronomy, and Defence Against the Dark Arts Hobbies: music, shifting his appearance, Patronus: Wolf Wand: Redwood, unicorn Tail, 12" malleable. Pets: Ava – Female Owl "I Solemnly Swear I'm Up To No Good"</s> <\|message\|>Gabriel Mal Thea A handsome, quiet young man sat across from Anastasia - someone he could consider more than a distant acquaintance...not that he would ever admit that to anyone, at the Ravenclaw's table. His hair was a deep black, lacking it's usual pony-tail; which left it's feathery, slightly curly locks trailing down his shoulder-blades, and lightly flitting over golden-hazel eyes. His face was impassive, the only sign that he was even awake being the movement of his irises as he silently read a small, black, leather-bound book, his lips twitching imperceptibly at times at what was written in the cursive, scrawling writing. His clothing were a bit different than the others, although not enough to draw unnecessary attention onto his body; just enough for it to be more comfortable and wearable for the actual wearer. A black, high-collared cloak that was less baggy and trailing as the robes, the entire thing buttoned up to mid-chest, where a crisp white dress-shirt and tie combo was seen. He also wore regular slacks and loafers. To signify his house, the emerald-green Slytherin emblem was embroidered, small and neat, professionally on the shoulder of the coat. It was one thing his mother was useful for, thankfully. 'I finally achieved my Animagus transformation. The steps listed in the previous pages worked! You must delve deep-' His silent reading was abruptly cut off as a Ravenclaw student nearby opened her his mouth. "You're Gabriel Mal Thea, right? Slytherin? Name's Randy Garrison! Why aren't you sitting over there?" He asked in a rapid-fire manner, his voice eerily similar to that of a radio-show commentator. The boy was a brown-haired fourth year, whom was gnawing impatiently on the edge of his pencil - apparently he had been drawing/sketching the scene of Anastasia and Gabriel reading. Creepy. It was good quality, however. Gabriel sighed at the question; the boy was Randy Garrison, a British Ravenclaw student that knew Gabriel from their classes shared, and the times he had 'sworn' he saw the Mal Thea walking the halls after curfew. He had no idea why he constantly pegged him with the same question. "I enjoy the tranquility." Gabriel's voice was it's usual cool, collected tone, holding an undercarry of slight annoyance as he turned his eyes to the brown-haired boy. And, like every year, Randy was good with the answer, and quickly began sketching. Gabriel sighed silently, turning his gaze back to the journal. Animagus, hm? Interesting... Golden eyes briefly glanced at the quiet Anastasia, before darting back down to the journal. What would she think about it?</s> <\|message\|>Devin Coal "I hate robes..." Devin muttered to himself. He was wearing the classic Hogwarts robe as he walked into the Great Hall. The lights floating above his head always made him do a double take even after seeing it for five years. That fact was what really encapsulated magic for Devin. No matter how much he learned about it it still left him a little confused, memorized, and lost. For the students here who were surrounded by magic their whole lives wouldn't give it a second thought. Magic came to them as easy as breathing. Students like Devin or some of his friends were in a very different boat. Tugging at his robe like a child does when wearing nice clothes he frowned once more as he sat down in the center portion of the Gryffindor table. All around him he saw familiar faces from fellow fifth years to some of his older and younger classmates. He was shouted at by people here and there which earned them a smile and wave. A few he called back at. He was really happy when he was with his classmates. The life and times of Hogwarts was something he enjoyed greatly. The friends he made far outnumbered the enemies or rivals. He didn't have time for enemies and the only one he really had wasn't so much an enemy as a rival who was a poor sport. The captain of Slytherin had kept calling the strategies Devin employed cheating. Thankfully that particular student had graduated so even in the Slytherin house the animosity towards Devin was lower than most would expect. For most of his time Devin was often debated as being sorted incorrectly. Most saw him as a perfect Hufflepuff. Outwardly Devin would just shrug these comments off. Secretly he laughed about how he ended up in the house of the lion. While the hat mused about putting the young Devin in the Hufflepuff house Devin started to whisper about being in Griffindor. When asked why he wanted that house Devin answered in a matter of fact tone. "Cause the lion is my favorite animal." Since then he has felt every bit the Griffindor. Behind him Devin caught a glimpse of two fellow fifth years. Gab from Slytherin and Ana from Ravenclaw. Both had their attention firmly directed at books in their laps. 'Introverts...' Devin said with a sheepish smile. He was no slouch when it came to studies, but they made him look like a lazy couch. Still he never let their socially diagnosed allergy to conversation stop him from saying hello. "Hey Gab! Ana! First MAC meeting is next week Thursday so remember to leave it open. Going to watch a documentary movie about muggle zoo's called Jurassic Park." Devin then threw a wink at both of them and then sat down. Most were now a part of the yearly prank the MAC played on all first years who attended the first meeting. The prank involved playing a classic muggle movie and parade it around as a documentary. The joke started two years ago when a group of wizards saw Star Wars and started to freak out about the fact that muggles had discovered magic and could use it. It took nearly a week to explain that 'the force' was made up for the show. Devin also had to explain that Star Wars wasn't a real story, but made up. The whole fiasco actually brought the MAC into the spotlight for awhile with more and more people coming to watch movies. On the train ride over Devin had told Jay that he thought Jurassic Park would be perfect for this year. Thinking of his friend he looked around and saw Jay walk in along with Luc. With a big smile he gave them a nod and the three led their house in a planned Quidditch cheer. Standing up on the bench Devin Looked up and down the table and gave the signal. He then took a deep breath and then in a loud voice shouted "We are the LIONS!" In response the whole table of Gryffindor shouted back. "We Are the LIONS! THE MIGHTY MIGHTY LIONS!" This was followed up by Devin coninuting into a chant of "GO! GO!! GRYFFINDOR!!! GO! GO!! GRYFFINDOR!!! The chant lasted two or three more seconds before Luc and Jay walked into the Great Hall with the Inter-House Quidditch Cup wrapped with Gryffindor scarfs. The table erupted into even louder cheers as Jay and Luc hoisted the cup up in triumph and were joined by Devin the whole spectacle was somewhat cut short after several glaring looks from a few professors save for the Gryffindor Professors.</s> <\|message\|>Hannah Beckings Hannah - The Red Fox I solemnly swear that I am up to no good. With a dry smirk and a soft patting of a heavier book on the inside of her robe's pocket, the sixth year student walked into the great hall with the remaining mass of students. In the crowd, she was invisible. The sort of invisibility that she enjoyed, anonymity perhaps even to an extent. Day one's work was already complete, tonight was a matter of delivery and securing payment. With the mild touch of a square of paper, somewhere on the train on the way to the school, one of her clients had written a name. A name that she was to retrieve, and a price offer to go with it. Five hundred galleons was an offer she couldn't refuse. A cunning smirk that never faded as she nonchalantly sauntered into the great hall for the great feast with the remainder of the students. It was amazing to her, the lack of security that was in the Library on the first day, yet then again it made sense. The entirety of the student body was supposed to be converging on the great hall. There was supposed to be not an inkling of thieving risks. Sitting down at the table as the First Years started to be crowded into the line that was to decide their fate, the Sixth Year student watched them from the corner of her eye. Looking, naturally, for the traits that were ingrained into her usual customer. Fine clothing and robes that were obviously expensive as a show of status, and a passive arrogance that seemed always present. More often than not, her clients tended to be Slytherins. With the speckling of Gryffindor and Ravenclaw. Rarely if ever, was there a Hufflepuff. Perhaps too humble for their own good or something ridiculous of the sort. Speaking of ridiculous however, there was the matter of the zealous pride of Gryffindors as a display of their zealotry in concerns athleticism (Even while going to a spectacular school, how sad.) came on display. With a prideful chant that made her eyes roll, it was not as if she could expect any different. It was that very same pride that she took advantage of from time to time, retrieving forbidden texts for a profit. Then again, Gryffindor was the only house that tried to betray her once. So with caution was how she treated those of the Crimson and Gold ilk. Noble in the physical arts they might have been. Yet in the game of shadows and wits, they fared poorly. Such an attempted betrayal came at a heavy cost. After that, there was not a single betrayal as rumors spread through the school like wildfire. Some students, probably working for the faculty or prefects promptly threw away their contact notes or tore them to pieces. For them, there was no penalty. The option to stop being a client of hers was always open. So ceasing contact was perfectly reasonable. Betrayal however, was not. Slipping one hand into the breadth of her sleeve and subtly taking hold of her wand, Hannah easily devised a plan by which to take care of the prideful idiots chanting with their nonsense and drivel. A softly murmured incantation beneath her breadth would go unnoticed by the prideful roar, and a subtle hand would triumph over the most brash as suddenly the scarves of crimson and gold burst into flame. Within seconds, they were little more than ashes. Of which they were suddenly replaced with scarves of the other three houses as they were whisked off the necks of three students to wrap themselves about the cup. Instead of the sinful pride of crimson and gold, the cup was covered in the colors of Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. Idly, she simply folded her hands one over the other, waiting for the sorting to finish so that she might continue onward with her business, after the Feast that is.</s>	<\|message\|>Luc Anaxi Lupin This was embarrassing, Luc decided, he had only done something like this because Devin had asked him to. It wasn't like he didn't enjoy it, just that until now he hadn't done something this obviously 'showy'. Least not before the feast. But no matter how embarrassed he felt, Luc just pulled on 'his' grin. It was quite a shock when scarves suddenly burst into flame, enough for Luc to almost drop the now colourfully clad cup, but truthfully, though he would never admit it, he found it rather amusing. The best part for him was that how he looked at the time was different to his usual face, an effort not to be embarrassed, and so the short, stout, boy with curly brown hair and chocolate brown eyes, would hopefully never be seen again. Some like Devin, would know it was Luc but most, hopefully, would not. Even though he was a loud, proud, out there boy, Luc didn't like everyone knowing the 'real' him. Leaving the cup for some of the others to deal with Luc slipped away, heading for the Gryffindor table. As he walked he changed his appearance; his hair straightened, lengthened and changed, turning itself bubblegum pink from the roots down, not very inconspicuous, but that wasn't the point. By the time he plopped himself down next to Devin he had pulled his hair back in a high pony tail that reached down to his backside, and his eyes were large and black as night. Luc grinned a greeting, tugging uncomfortably at his grey vest with the Gryffindor crest emblazoned over his chest. "Aw Man, didja see that?" He complained, scratching at his neck, "That was my only scarf!" He was however distracted as a small black thing darted in through one of the open windows, it looked suspiciously like Aimer, his family's owl, but surely she was still at home? Just in case Luc let out a low whistle, only just loud enough for the owl to hear, and, surprisingly, it circled down, clattering to a stop in front of him. She appeared to be carrying a stick in her talons, however when she dropped it in front of Luc he saw that it was actually a wand. His eyes shooting extra wide, Luc reached for where his wand should have been, and finding nothing there, he realized that the wand in front of him was his wand. And if Aimer had to deliver it……… that meant he had left it at home. "Oh mon Dieu" He muttered dropping his head in his hands "Maman's va me tuer"</s>
<\|description\|>Lucine (Lucy) Scamander "I solemnly swear that I am up to no good. ...What kind of a silly saying is that? If I was up to no good, and I certainly am not, I wouldn't admit it!" AGE: 16 (Fifth Year Student) HERITAGE: Pureblood HOUSE: PERSONALITY: Lucy is an extremely quirky girl with a serene disposition and many eccentric beliefs and qualities. Often described as an 'old soul', she is a complete nonconformist; she lacks a barrier between her brain and mouth, as a result, is not afraid to speak her mind and show who she truly is. Often times she will do random odd things such as talk to herself or turn away during the middle of a conversation. Despite having the attention span of a rabid squirrel, Lucine is also intelligent and unusually perceptive of others feelings and thoughts. Her demeanor and voice are often distant and dreamy, and she will drift away from a conversation she does not find interesting. She has an uncanny way of making others uncomfortable by being bluntly honest, or rather embarrassingly honest. She is completely unflappable and rarely seems anxious or under stress, even under difficult circumstances. Lucy is very good at comforting others and is usually quite a joy to be around. She has extremely well-developed senses, and an aesthetic appreciation for beauty. She's not interested in leading or controlling others. She is flexible and open-minded about other people lives, traditions, stories, etc.. She is also original and very creative and enjoys living in the present moment. HISTORY: Born the daughter of Lysander Scamander, son of Luna Lovegood and Ralf Scamander, Lucine was surrounded by love and smiles since she was a little girl. She grew up in an environment that shaped her into a kind and caring person. Appropriately nicknamed "Angel" by her uncle Lorcan, Lucine has been the kind of person to always put another's happiness before her own. From a young age, she aquired a love of Art and has since made it a persistent hobby of hers, often times secluding herself in her attic to paint or sketch things she saw out her window. Lucine is very close to her grandmother, often times the two sit together and talk about Luna's time at Hogwarts. During her third year at Hogwarts, her mother passed away after getting really sick, leaving her father in a depressed state after her passing. Lucine was devistated by this, but seeing what her father was going through, denied herself the right to properly grieve to stay strong for the both of them. She buried her sadness and smiled more, keeping drawings of her mother with her all the time. Little did she know what an affect it would have on her after keeping her sadness buried for too long. CLASSES TAKEN: Defense Against The Dark Arts Herbology Care Of Magical Creatures Art Study Of Ancient Runes OTHER: Hobbies: Painting is her biggest hobby, going on walks, reading, helping out in the COMC class. Patronus: DOVE - Those with this patronus are good-hearted, and expressors. They are great at expression, and what they feel and the aura they give off can be pushed onto others, causing those around the dove to feel more calm merely from their presence. They are optimistic people with a strong ambition in life, fluttering from place to place trying to give off energy to others and help out in anyway they can. Their life is their mission, and they have two many goals, to make a difference, and to be loved. Wand: 12 inch Cedar Wood Wand with a Pheonix Feather core. Familiar: Valor - Male Cat</s> <\|message\|>Hannah Beckings Hannah Beckings - The Red Fox An interjection of cunning words from behind her caused Hannah to turn sharply in response, it was a voice she could never forget; a voice that had even almost caught her once in her other escapades. Of anyone in the school, only he had once come close to catching the infamous Red Fox; initially, her lips dared to part in order to defend herself and deny any involvement, yet she wasn't even given a chance. Of course just like their chess matches, the accursed boy always seemed to be one anticipatory step ahead. Finding every little niche and minute little detail that she might have missed in the advent of a more hastily laden plot. Thanks to him, she had been forced to resort to less commonly used tactics in Wizard's chess of which for a short time were rather effective; only to have him naturally adapt and force her unto the drawing board once again. Oddly, well, not necessarily so, she similarly had to do the exact same when it came to her infiltration and escapes. The last famed elope she had to use was a summoning charm to escape by jumping from the library windows themselves. Plucked from the air was she by her Firebolt, and off she tore across the skies before either Adrian or the prefects could recover. For some reason the prefects had half the mind to try and bribe the brilliant Quidditch tactician to help them apprehend the wily Fox. Thought of this brought a light smirk to her face as he went on explaining how he knew what she had done so easily, and she simply rested the softened curve of her chin upon her palm while she waited for him to finish. Once he mentioned the slightly charred hem of her sleeve, she sighed and rolled her eyes at this thought. "And that, Adrian is where you might be incorrect. My family isn't very wealthy as you know, so these just might be robes from the previous year as I didn't grow too terribly much from fifteen into sixteen; see?" Seizing part of the fabric, the robes she was wearing certainly bore the wear and tear of at least a year's schooling at Hogwarts. "The searing upon the hem is entirely consequential at that point for me, and I very much doubt you'll be searching the sleeves of every Fourth, Fifth, Sixth, and Seventh year that sits upon this table. That would simply be unjust search and seizure. Not to mention, could have a Slytherin or a Hufflepuff just as easily done it, and intentionally thrown off their colors to draw their suspicion to Ravenclaw?" She clicked her tongue twice in disappointment. "To search one, you must search all. Not quite the Échec et mat as you thought it would be, no?" Brushing off her own sleeves, the clever little witch looked to him curiously with that little knowing smirk of hers still playing across her lips. "So, why are you so late to the Hall? Did you think that there was more mischief afoot? Or were you looking for a new seeker for the season, hm?" A look of disgust momentarily glimpsed past her expression as the scarf suddenly turned Red and Gold, but with a tap of her own wand she was able to fix it to glare indignantly at the boy across from her. "Very funny. Perhaps if you had a better Seeker, you wouldn't have lost at the Quidditch Cup last year."</s> <\|message\|>Alyssa Carrow Alyssa Carrow With a scarf covering her ruby-red lips, Alyssa confidently strode into the crowds that had amassed at the entrance to the Great Hall. It was cold in the Scottish highlands, especially at night, so the scarf had initially been used to keep warm but she found that others seemed to avoid conversation when she had it covering her mouth. Maybe it showed them that talking to her was probably not worth their time, as usual? Casting her grey eyes around the room, she took in the ever-boisterous Gryffindor, hoisting last year's Quidditch cup up onto their table. Shame that they would lose it this year around. Now that the Slytherin captain was gone and out of her way, she could have a little more say on the team and this included some of the tactics she had formulated over the summer. If that failed, she would always lend a hand to Ravenclaw - Alyssa found that Ravenclaws' pursuit of knowledge was similar to hers of purity and knowledge was always a welcome ally. Everything seemed normal, like the past year had reflected itself into the new year. The first years had yet to make an appearance but most others were present. The tradition was welcome, she guessed, but the ruckus being caused by Gryffindor was not. And, as usual, she found the overly-pleasant Devin Coal shouting his lungs out. He was the same bastard who kept trying to drag her into his Muggle-lovers society. Alyssa would rather be seen dead. One day, she'd give him something to shout about but for now, his silence was all that was necessary. Noticing the Gryffindor colours burst into flame, Alyssa couldn't help but smile - apparently, someone else was not a fan of the numb-skulls, either. Letting her wand slide down from its precautionary position in her sleeve, she used the cover of the crowd and focused on Devin Coal. "Silencio." They might have been the triumphant winners of Quidditch disputes but when it came to actual magic, it seemed that Alyssa was a cut above the rest of them. Smirking, she reined in her wand, covering up the evidence of her charm as she moved through the crowd, humming softly into the scarf. Devin Coal suddenly found his magnificent roar being reduced to... well... nothing. Walking down parallel to the Gryffindor table, she sent a single wink to Devin before averting her gaze to a dispute between Hannah and someone else. Hannah was what Alyssa could possibly describe as a friend. Over the years, Alyssa had paid the girl to smuggle books from the restricted aisle so that no one could ever link her with the rather dark reading she engaged in. They had initially formed a somewhat working relationship but Alyssa, attracted to the Red Fox's humour and uncaring-attitude, had even broken some of her rules for separating herself from the masses to socialise with Hannah. Of course, the rumours that the girl was a direct descendant of Rowena Ravenclaw definitely aided in Alyssa's perception of her. "Hannah." She murmured in greeting, nodding her head quickly to the girl as she passed. Stopping as if she forgot something, she turned back to the red-head and smiled. "I do believe I owe you something, don't I? Could we talk afterwards to settle that?" Turning, she finally moved to the Slytherin table where she took her seat and was roundly greeted by those who knew her.</s>	<\|message\|>Lucine (Lucy) Scamander A small growl of frustration escaped the lips of Lucine as she pushed some stray strands of her long golden brown hair back behind her ear. Normally she didn't mind a bit of hair falling on her work, but she was already becoming frustrated with her drawing, as she couldn't get the eyes right. She was sitting with her to her friend of now three years, Kaelyn Cobble, with one leg perched up on the seat and the other dangling down, her boot barely touching the floor. (Like this.) The noise of the Great Hall she had all but tuned out to focus on her drawing, but even she couldn't help when her friend laughed and she curiously looked up and smiled weakly at those sitting around them. This time of the year was always the best and happiest for her, getting to be reunited with her friends and classmates after the long summer was exciting to say the least. Normally Lucine would be socializing a bit right now, but she was hardly in the mood, and first she wanted to finish her sketch. She was sketching from memory the face of her late mother, Lorelei, and was upset with herself that she was having a hard time finishing it. It was only a few times she would tear her blue eyed gaze from the paper and look up at someone who spoke loudly. One of these such times was when her other close friend Devin, from Gryffindor, shouted "We are the LIONS!" It brought a smile to her face to see him so happy, and when the whole house erupted into their chanting and cheers, she clapped her hands in applaud. It was not too long afterwards that Lucine would suddenly be startled as her Hufflepuff scarf would suddenly ripped from her neck, causing her arm to jerk. The result was her pencil leaving a dark mark clear across the sketch she was working on. Anger began to boil in her as she glared at the ruined page. With a deep breath and an angry sigh, she closed her notebook gently and placed it on the table before standing. She looked to see where her scarf had gone and saw it was wrapped around the cup a few Gryffindors were holding. Her hand balled into a fist and she stomped her foot on the ground. She was furious that the teachers had let this go on without saying as much as a word. Well she had a lot to say, even if she wouldn't be heard over the talking of everyone else in the room. "Oh enough is enough already! Can't everyone a just stay quiet and pay attention to the ceremony? Save your annoying meddling for another time!" she said, not really shouting, but speaking firmly as if a mother was scolding her children. Lucine too, with a flick of her arm, revealed her wand and raised it, drawing the shape of a shield in the air, she would say an incantation that would dispelled all magic previously used in the Hall. "Finite Incantatem." A small purple light would shoot out towards the ceiling and rain purple dust down on everything before fading away only a second later. Lucine watched with satisfaction as her scarf would return and wrap around her neck along with the other two returning to the students who owned them. Unfortunately the spell could do nothing for the burned scarves, but at least anyone under some kind of spell would be relieved of it upon the effect. Putting her wand away, she turned to the Gryffindor table and pointed an accusing finger since she was already on a roll. "If you all could please settle down and get it through your thick skulls that this moment is NOT about you, but about the first years, I assume we could get this ceremony over with, then you all can go on and boast about... whatever it is that makes you think your so great." with a final stomp of her foot, Lucine would finish her scolding, which was done in a manner very unlike the normally sweet demeanor she had. To be fair, she didn't sound in the least intimidating at all. And hell, she had a right to be angry with how her day had gone so far, she didn't care if she may have unfairly taken it out on others, that is, if they even heard a word of it. Huffing, she sat down once again next to Kaelyn and dropped her head onto the table with a light thud as she felt a headache coming on. This too was fueling her bad mood, seeing as these migraines she was having started to become more frequent.</s>
<\|description\|>Daisuke Takeda Age: 18 Gender: Male Appearance: Minus the cig. Personality: Running the middle ground between 'aggressive' and 'passive', Daisuke has never been the kind of person to jump into fights headfirst. Given the chance, he'd prefer to discuss matters over a nice cup of tea and relax instead of trying to bash heads in. Even if the latter situation does occur, he's the type of person who would much prefer to let the enemy wear themselves out than actually exerting any force. When irritated, Daisuke tends towards passive-aggressive behavior and a habit of plain ol' stubbornness. That aside, though, he is often willing to put himself in harm's way to go assure safety for those he trusts, regardless of the dangers it may pose. Biography: Daisuke was never one for overachieving, as his friends had always been- while they would be out getting themselves the top marks on their exams and out making names for themselves, he always found himself a step behind. For most of his life, that was perfectly fine with him; though he might have been the smartest or strongest of their group of friends, Daisuke almost always found a way to catch up- both figuratively and literally. As a result, Daisuke found himself on the track team for his school. often times finding himself caught up in that very same cycle everyone else he knew seemed to have gotten into. It was tiring and often frustrating, yes, but there he found a bit of a reprieve. Rather than have to catch up to everyone else, the only things he had to worry about here were the wind at his back and making it across that finish line before anyone else. After all, the only person he really had to beat was himself- nobody else really mattered. Strengths: * Is quite agile. * Learns quickly. * Efficient when dealing with menial tasks. Weaknesses: * Can't take a hit. * Occasionally forgetful. * Headstrong when faced with difficult decisions. Demons: Main Squad: Kobold Weapon: A metal pole. Other: N/A</s> <\|message\|>Daisuke Takeda As the adrenaline wore off, Daisuke felt his entire body aching from the beating he had just taken. Even if it was only one hit, that Kobold or whatever it was called had done to him in one hit what most people could only accomplish in a no-holds barred fistfight. It was scary, of course- he had escaped death twice over the course of less than half an hour, and he was pretty sure most people would be scared out of their minds right now... But why wasn't he? That incident should, by all means, have scarred any other person for life and turned them into a blubbering mess. Why was he still standing, alive? As he looked around, though, he was met with a disgusting sight. Dead bodies. Lots of dead bodies, all crushed by debris or wounded to the point of fatality- not a single living person among them. Was this entire section of Akiba completely destroyed or something...? Not wishing to see the dead and dying bodies and the pools of blood of the newly deceased, Daisuke carefully made his way around the area, using his pole as a support of sorts to check for any shaky areas as well as to keep himself upright. There was no telling when another fight like the one he had just found himself in, and with his body in the shape that it was in it was only a matter of time before things got any worse. It just so happened, though, that he heard the sound of someone... Or something making its way towards the debris behind him. Carefully turning around, Daisuke readied himself for another fight and readied his pole before seeing that it was simply another person walking towards him. What a relief that isn't wasn't another one of those monstrously strong demons like the Kobold he had only barely managed to defeat. Though the appearance of the man instilled a sense of natural fear and intimidation in him, he wasn't apt to go picking fights with people... Especially not in a time of crisis such as this one. But maybe he had some information that could shed some light on the situation. "Is... Is there something that you need from me?" Daisuke asked, a tinge of worry in his voice as he tried to steady himself among the debris and stand up a bit straighter... Albeit with little success.</s> <\|message\|>Keiko Yamada ~Keiko Yamada~ Kaiko walked calmly through the street, stopping only briefly to dust off a smudge off of her coat. She had to admit, even for her the destruction she was looking at in Akiba was a bit...much. She may not have cared so much for other people usually, but she couldn't find a word too describe how she felt about the current state of things. Conflicted? Yes, that would do. She was conflicted. Certainly she held no notion of actually feeling bad about those who were unfortunate enough to...die in such a way from the earthquakes - she passed by several dead people currently and didn't even seemed fazed by it. Uneasy though? Yes, she felt uneasy. About what, she couldn't say, but she hadn't felt so uneasy in quite the some time. She had so many questions, and so very little answers. First of all, was that 'Cortensia' app that had suddenly appeared on her phone. Though she had no solid proof, that definitely had something to do with all of this. That pest of a Pixie, saving her life...maybe even the earth quakes. Second, was the Pixie. Just what was that? She knew it was a creature from western mythology - a playful little trickster spirit that like causing mischief. Was the Cortensia app being snarky or something? Sending a creature like that to her, who was undoubtedly a bit on the mischief maker side? She shook her head. She wouldn't find answers just by thinking about it. Maybe that little Pixie could give her some more answers? She had said she didn't really know much, but Keiko got the distinct impression the little troublemaker wasn't entirely being truthful. Perhaps it wouldn't be best to summon her again though - no telling if she would be helpful or harmful in this situation, best thing she could do was try and find someone else and get a handle on things. Surely, there was someone else in Akiba that was alive. With that mind set, she set out, running by a few people who seemed a little worse for wear. She tried to get some information out of them, but most seemed a bit too occupied with something else. Getting someones attention, was proving to be increasingly difficult. Soon, she found herself in a rather isolated part of Akiba - it looked like most people had cleared out of here, leaving only the dead and debris from the earthquake behind. She wasn't getting anywhere fast...with a sigh, she looked for a place to sit. It took her a bit to find a relatively clean place to sit, but eventually she decided to make a little seat for herself atop a pile of debris. Taking out her phone, she opened the Cortensia App. "Alright...let's see what you can do." She quietly commented. The app opened with little trouble - it seemed simple enough to use. There were several buttons, although there were quite a few grayed out - namely one named fusion. However, she was more focused on the one named 'demon summoning'. Demons? Was that what the pixie was? Was that little pest a demon? She thought demons were supposed to be horrible abominations...not that...Pixie thing. "Hrm...What else?" She commented, not pressing the button for now. She had a good idea on what it could do, and she wasn't in the mood for messing with that pest. Instead, she opted to look into the one labeled 'shop'. She could...buy other 'demons'? There were more of those things? She opened the store, and began perusing the goods there. She was surprised to see things - food, water, even...weapons. She would have tried to purchase one, but it seemed she didn't have enough 'Macca' - whatever the hell that was. With a sigh, she continued browsing the functions of the app, still with more questions than answers at the moment.</s> <\|message\|>Gentaro Matsunaga (or Matsunaga Gentaro as we're kinda in japan) "Hey brat! I saw you fighting with that thing, I must say that I'm quite impressed" said Gentaro with a stern tone that matched his serious looking face. He raised his cellphone and showed him the pic of his Cortensia app and the Angel within it. "Which leads me to ask, had you been through this shit before? and do you have any idea of what's this thing?" Asked in a way that almost seemed to be a threat. I'm probably wasting my time, this brat seems to be scared to the core... Thought while furrowing his brow even more.</s> <\|message\|>Taidana Wakahisa Tai decided that the best thing to do at the moment would probably be to find his father. The rest of his family would probably be fine at home, but his father was all the way over at Akiba might have been in danger. Especially if there were more demons around. Sure, the one he encountered was small, but they could gang up on people, especially some middle-aged business man. Plus, Tai had a 'weapon' to defend himself with, even if it was highly improvised. Thank god he had band practice today. As Tai made his way to Akiba, he was astounded by how many people he saw dead. Sure, he saw a few dead bodies in Marunouchi, enough to make him queasy and fear another earthquake, but as he got closer to the famous electronics district, more debris and dead littered the streets. Tai briefly wondered if he was in any danger. Some signs still hadn't fallen, and he'd seen first hand that something odd was going on. He then worried for his father. Certainly none of these corpses were him...? Tai shook the thought out of his mind. Never. He pushed the thought out of his mind as he continued deeper into Akiba. He eventually found someone alive, and asked them about his father. They hadn't seen him. With a sigh, Tai continued deeper into Akiba, now getting completely lost in the district. He should have brought a map, he was always getting lost in this place. So many buildings and flashing signs. At least now the signs were closer to eye level, and not flashing. Finally, Tai found another person to talk to. Some girl on her phone. Maybe she was contacting emergency services? That was certainly a possibility, though his better guess was that she was on concerto or whatever the app was called. He probably wasn't the only one to get it, there were other people alive so he assumed they had the app too. "Uh, hey, I'm Taidana Wakahisa. I'm looking for my father, you see him? He's got black hair, about this tall, wearing a really nice business suit?" He asked, gesturing a height slightly taller than his own. Hopefully this girl had seen him, otherwise he'd probably just end up wandering the streets of Akiba for the next two hours until he decided to go home.</s> <\|message\|>Keiko Yamada ~Keiko Yamada~ "Huh...Compemendium. Keeps a list of all the demons you've owned, then? Well, that'd be useful..." She muttered to herself, still checking out the app. This...Cortensia thing, was going to be quite useful if she could get her hands on some other demons, or this...'Macca' stuff. Apparently, she had to fight demons do get her mitts on whatever that was. Demon money? Possibly, but she couldn't be sure until she had some. Well, that just meant she should probably go see if she could find some more demons and possibly hunt them...or, rather, if she could also 'contract' them. She wasn't sure how that worked, but having more than that pest around would be beneficial, surely. "Uh, hey, I'm Taidana Wakahisa. I'm looking for my father, you see him? He's got black hair, about this tall, wearing a really nice business suit?" The voice had surprised her a bit. She hadn't heard the other boy approach. Keiko looked up from her phone, giving the other kid a brief once over, quickly deciding to put on the charm here. Perhaps, he had some information that would prove to be useful. Plus, if she could...'befriend' him, her chances of getting some Macca would go up too. With a smile, she put the phone in her pocket and playfully leaped down from where she had been sitting. "...that is like, half the population of Japan." She giggled, giving him a friendly smile. Despite the bit of childishness she spoke with, her tone still carried a bit of formality to it. Really, he was looking for his father in a time like this? How droll. He should be doing something a bit more productive, honestly. Like trying to find out how to tame those so called demons through contracts - whatever those were. She was going to be doing that herself. "But, apologies. I have not seen your father." For a moment, she was silent as she looked around, seeming slightly worried. It was an act, of course though - an attempt to look a bit on the 'weak' and 'helpless' side. "Uhm..." She hesitantly started. "I-I would not mind helping you look, Wakahisa. I...well, travelling alone doesn't seem like the best idea right now, does it?" She fidgeted uncomfortably on the spot she stood in. "I mean...with those things around, right?"</s>	<\|message\|>Daisuke Takeda Daisuke tensed up as the man shoved his phone in his face, shaking his head no as he moved to go take a seat near an area relatively clear of debris. "I'm just as lost as your are on this. Sorry I'm not of any help." he sighed, pulling out his phone and looking at the Cortensia app. Just as the man had (kind of rudely) shown him, he could access something akin to a list of demons, and through Kobold seemed to be the only thing on there right now the fact remained that what had just happened wasn't just an illusion... To say nothing of the fight he had found himself in and how damaged he was, of course. The fact that the man had seen the skirmish only further drove the point home- this wasn't the same Tokyo that he had been used to all his life. "On that note, though, I didn't really have much of a choice to fight. There was a giant metal sign blocking the way out, and I was boxed in. It was either fight or die..." he sighed, staring at his phone as he flipped through the options. "Given the way you look... You had to deal with something similar?" Standing up as he had regained enough energy, Daisuke took his pole and tested its weight a bit more. It was definitely a bit unwieldy, for sure... "Oh, I'm very sorry. I should introduce myself. I'm Daisuke Takeda, college student at Tokyo U... Though, given the circumstances, that's probably not very important." he said, bowing to the man. "I... I'm honestly not sure what to do now, actually. School's probably closed due to the earthquakes, and all the dead bodies means that the people at the hospitals nearby must be busy as all hell..."</s>
<\|description\|>Daisuke Takeda Age: 18 Gender: Male Appearance: Minus the cig. Personality: Running the middle ground between 'aggressive' and 'passive', Daisuke has never been the kind of person to jump into fights headfirst. Given the chance, he'd prefer to discuss matters over a nice cup of tea and relax instead of trying to bash heads in. Even if the latter situation does occur, he's the type of person who would much prefer to let the enemy wear themselves out than actually exerting any force. When irritated, Daisuke tends towards passive-aggressive behavior and a habit of plain ol' stubbornness. That aside, though, he is often willing to put himself in harm's way to go assure safety for those he trusts, regardless of the dangers it may pose. Biography: Daisuke was never one for overachieving, as his friends had always been- while they would be out getting themselves the top marks on their exams and out making names for themselves, he always found himself a step behind. For most of his life, that was perfectly fine with him; though he might have been the smartest or strongest of their group of friends, Daisuke almost always found a way to catch up- both figuratively and literally. As a result, Daisuke found himself on the track team for his school. often times finding himself caught up in that very same cycle everyone else he knew seemed to have gotten into. It was tiring and often frustrating, yes, but there he found a bit of a reprieve. Rather than have to catch up to everyone else, the only things he had to worry about here were the wind at his back and making it across that finish line before anyone else. After all, the only person he really had to beat was himself- nobody else really mattered. Strengths: * Is quite agile. * Learns quickly. * Efficient when dealing with menial tasks. Weaknesses: * Can't take a hit. * Occasionally forgetful. * Headstrong when faced with difficult decisions. Demons: Main Squad: Kobold Weapon: A metal pole. Other: N/A</s> <\|message\|>Taidana Wakahisa Tai decided that the best thing to do at the moment would probably be to find his father. The rest of his family would probably be fine at home, but his father was all the way over at Akiba might have been in danger. Especially if there were more demons around. Sure, the one he encountered was small, but they could gang up on people, especially some middle-aged business man. Plus, Tai had a 'weapon' to defend himself with, even if it was highly improvised. Thank god he had band practice today. As Tai made his way to Akiba, he was astounded by how many people he saw dead. Sure, he saw a few dead bodies in Marunouchi, enough to make him queasy and fear another earthquake, but as he got closer to the famous electronics district, more debris and dead littered the streets. Tai briefly wondered if he was in any danger. Some signs still hadn't fallen, and he'd seen first hand that something odd was going on. He then worried for his father. Certainly none of these corpses were him...? Tai shook the thought out of his mind. Never. He pushed the thought out of his mind as he continued deeper into Akiba. He eventually found someone alive, and asked them about his father. They hadn't seen him. With a sigh, Tai continued deeper into Akiba, now getting completely lost in the district. He should have brought a map, he was always getting lost in this place. So many buildings and flashing signs. At least now the signs were closer to eye level, and not flashing. Finally, Tai found another person to talk to. Some girl on her phone. Maybe she was contacting emergency services? That was certainly a possibility, though his better guess was that she was on concerto or whatever the app was called. He probably wasn't the only one to get it, there were other people alive so he assumed they had the app too. "Uh, hey, I'm Taidana Wakahisa. I'm looking for my father, you see him? He's got black hair, about this tall, wearing a really nice business suit?" He asked, gesturing a height slightly taller than his own. Hopefully this girl had seen him, otherwise he'd probably just end up wandering the streets of Akiba for the next two hours until he decided to go home.</s> <\|message\|>Keiko Yamada ~Keiko Yamada~ "Huh...Compemendium. Keeps a list of all the demons you've owned, then? Well, that'd be useful..." She muttered to herself, still checking out the app. This...Cortensia thing, was going to be quite useful if she could get her hands on some other demons, or this...'Macca' stuff. Apparently, she had to fight demons do get her mitts on whatever that was. Demon money? Possibly, but she couldn't be sure until she had some. Well, that just meant she should probably go see if she could find some more demons and possibly hunt them...or, rather, if she could also 'contract' them. She wasn't sure how that worked, but having more than that pest around would be beneficial, surely. "Uh, hey, I'm Taidana Wakahisa. I'm looking for my father, you see him? He's got black hair, about this tall, wearing a really nice business suit?" The voice had surprised her a bit. She hadn't heard the other boy approach. Keiko looked up from her phone, giving the other kid a brief once over, quickly deciding to put on the charm here. Perhaps, he had some information that would prove to be useful. Plus, if she could...'befriend' him, her chances of getting some Macca would go up too. With a smile, she put the phone in her pocket and playfully leaped down from where she had been sitting. "...that is like, half the population of Japan." She giggled, giving him a friendly smile. Despite the bit of childishness she spoke with, her tone still carried a bit of formality to it. Really, he was looking for his father in a time like this? How droll. He should be doing something a bit more productive, honestly. Like trying to find out how to tame those so called demons through contracts - whatever those were. She was going to be doing that herself. "But, apologies. I have not seen your father." For a moment, she was silent as she looked around, seeming slightly worried. It was an act, of course though - an attempt to look a bit on the 'weak' and 'helpless' side. "Uhm..." She hesitantly started. "I-I would not mind helping you look, Wakahisa. I...well, travelling alone doesn't seem like the best idea right now, does it?" She fidgeted uncomfortably on the spot she stood in. "I mean...with those things around, right?"</s> <\|message\|>Daisuke Takeda Daisuke tensed up as the man shoved his phone in his face, shaking his head no as he moved to go take a seat near an area relatively clear of debris. "I'm just as lost as your are on this. Sorry I'm not of any help." he sighed, pulling out his phone and looking at the Cortensia app. Just as the man had (kind of rudely) shown him, he could access something akin to a list of demons, and through Kobold seemed to be the only thing on there right now the fact remained that what had just happened wasn't just an illusion... To say nothing of the fight he had found himself in and how damaged he was, of course. The fact that the man had seen the skirmish only further drove the point home- this wasn't the same Tokyo that he had been used to all his life. "On that note, though, I didn't really have much of a choice to fight. There was a giant metal sign blocking the way out, and I was boxed in. It was either fight or die..." he sighed, staring at his phone as he flipped through the options. "Given the way you look... You had to deal with something similar?" Standing up as he had regained enough energy, Daisuke took his pole and tested its weight a bit more. It was definitely a bit unwieldy, for sure... "Oh, I'm very sorry. I should introduce myself. I'm Daisuke Takeda, college student at Tokyo U... Though, given the circumstances, that's probably not very important." he said, bowing to the man. "I... I'm honestly not sure what to do now, actually. School's probably closed due to the earthquakes, and all the dead bodies means that the people at the hospitals nearby must be busy as all hell..."</s> <\|message\|>Gentaro Matsunaga (or Matsunaga Gentaro as we're kinda in japan) "Tch, we have no idea of what's going on huh?" Said Gentaro seemingly angry. He had known of chaos and violence before, once in the past he was part of a famous Yakuza group and had tasted and given violence, it was sickening, disgusting, hence why he decided to let others to do the dirty job, for he, to stay out of the scenery was more comfortable. However, this new chaos was inviting him into a disordered and disgusting violence once again. And for that he had to be ready... As soon as the boy introduced himself the man exclaimed "I don't care 'bout your name brat. School? Why do you even think on that now? Listen we'll exchange numbers, I'll rather avoid becoming acquaintance of a kid but you beat one of these things and have the application. Who knows what'll happen now?" After exchanging numbers Gentaro turned his back to him, he had to reach his storehouse, with a gun without ammo he had no chance to survive if one of these creatures showed up again. Before finally leaving he said to Daisuke. "By the way, this is hell, really, I've seen nasty stuff, but this is just carnage. Listen brat, go see your family, I can't guarantee they'll be alive but is better now or never." And then the man left the scene.</s> <\|message\|>Daisuke Takeda Daisuke nodded as he exchanged numbers with the rude man (labeling him as such on his phone) and watched silently as he walked away. He did have a point, though... But at the same time his parents lived in Kyoto. Though he would have liked to see them in person, a phone call would have to suffice for now. Quickly pulling up his father's cell phone number and dialing it, Daisuke bit his lip and hoped he could get a response. ... "The number you have dialed is curr-" Clicking his tongue, Daisuke immediately cut off the call and looked around. The man had already left by now, which meant he was alone in the middle of the carnage... Again. Looking around once more, he noticed another two people sitting around. At a distance, they seemed to be a bit younger than he was, but it didn't hurt to see if they were in the same situation as he was in. Brushing off whatever debris he could off of his clothes, Daisuke began to move towards the two. Maybe they had some more information than he or that other man did.</s> <\|message\|>Taidana Wakahisa Tai smiled as the girl got off of the rock pile she was sitting on and responded to him, respectfully putting her phone back in her pocket. He didn't get to see her face that well when it was buried in her phone, but now that it wasn't he could see she was quite attractive."...that is like, half the population of Japan." She joked. Her voice was nice. It was a polite tone, but still one that carried a small amount of fun. Tai laughed, a little awkwardly, at her comment. Trying to describe his father to her further would end in the same stuff. It was kinda funny how generic his father was. Just another business man, he supposed, but ah well, what could ya do? "But, apologies. I have not seen your father." She said. There was a pause for some reason Tai honestly didn't know, and she looked from side to side. Oh god was he being boring or something? Did she not want to talk to him? Maybe she was looking out for more pokemon or whatever to tame and/or run from? Tai prayed it was the last one. Which reminded him, he needed to see if she had the same demon as him. If they were all as easy to take down as his, than he was sure pretty much everything would be back to normal soon. If some teenager could take down one of 'em, guns would do the trick with ease. "Uhm... I-I would not mind helping you look, Wakahisa. I...well, travelling alone doesn't seem like the best idea right now, does it? I mean...with those things around, right?" She asked/offered to Tai, fidgeting and stuttering and pausing in a surprisingly cute manner. Oh god, she wanted to help him? "H-huh, hm, really? Thaaaaaaanks..." He stuttered, rocking on the balls of his feet as he thought of what to say. "What's your thi-demon, what's you demon like? Mine's, um, he's like a little red guy, with like a ponytail braid thing. And he's really to the point about stuff, and uh... Stuff." He paused, looking around for an out of this obviously awkward and horrendous conversation. Luckily, another person was approaching, and this time it wasn't a cute girl. "Hey look another person let's go talk to them." Tai mumbled, trying to be loud enough for her to hear even though honestly all he wanted right now was to not speak at all and to go somewhere else. Tai walked briskly up to the new guy. He looked a tad bit older, probably a class or two above him in school. "Hi, sir, do you have demons?" Tai asked, before quickly realizing what he said. "I mean do you have them in your phone? Well, like, do you have..." Tai paused as he grabbed his phone to see what the app was called. "Cortensia. Do you have that app on your phone?"</s>	<\|message\|>Daisuke Takeda Daisuke was slightly taken aback at the boy's sudden question. He hadn't even introduced himself and the person had already asked him about demons and Cortensia. So they WERE in the same boat after all. "Well, I'd think we all have skeletons in our closet by this point in time." he joked before nodding his head yes. "Yeah, I've got the app-" he began before the ground started rumbling beneath them. "Wha- Another quake? You're kidding, right?" Daisuke asked in disbelief before taking note of all the corpses scattered around their feet. "Wait a second..." Almost as if on cue, portals began to appear from the bodies, bringing forth an assortment of demons like the one he had (and presumably what those two had) fought prior to their meeting. To make matters worse, the corpses themselves began to move, slowly moving what would be impossibly heavy debris off of their crippled bodies and moving to their feet. "Shit... Zombies?" he asked himself before pulling out his phone and pulling up the Cortensia app. Instead of the screen he had seen before, though, a large red "WARNING" sign appeared on his screen, followed soon after by a small message. "Enemies detected. Initializing demon summoning protocol..." A moment later, the Kobold he had bested earlier appeared from a beam that emanated from his cellphone. Since when could it do that? The Kobold stared at Daisuke for a moment before turning to the enemies coming at them. It had a small grin on its face, and though it was unsettling having the demon there now was beter than not. "We're fighting?" it asked, readying its cudgel for combat. "Seems that way."</s>
<\|description\|>Daisuke Takeda Age: 18 Gender: Male Appearance: Minus the cig. Personality: Running the middle ground between 'aggressive' and 'passive', Daisuke has never been the kind of person to jump into fights headfirst. Given the chance, he'd prefer to discuss matters over a nice cup of tea and relax instead of trying to bash heads in. Even if the latter situation does occur, he's the type of person who would much prefer to let the enemy wear themselves out than actually exerting any force. When irritated, Daisuke tends towards passive-aggressive behavior and a habit of plain ol' stubbornness. That aside, though, he is often willing to put himself in harm's way to go assure safety for those he trusts, regardless of the dangers it may pose. Biography: Daisuke was never one for overachieving, as his friends had always been- while they would be out getting themselves the top marks on their exams and out making names for themselves, he always found himself a step behind. For most of his life, that was perfectly fine with him; though he might have been the smartest or strongest of their group of friends, Daisuke almost always found a way to catch up- both figuratively and literally. As a result, Daisuke found himself on the track team for his school. often times finding himself caught up in that very same cycle everyone else he knew seemed to have gotten into. It was tiring and often frustrating, yes, but there he found a bit of a reprieve. Rather than have to catch up to everyone else, the only things he had to worry about here were the wind at his back and making it across that finish line before anyone else. After all, the only person he really had to beat was himself- nobody else really mattered. Strengths: * Is quite agile. * Learns quickly. * Efficient when dealing with menial tasks. Weaknesses: * Can't take a hit. * Occasionally forgetful. * Headstrong when faced with difficult decisions. Demons: Main Squad: Kobold Weapon: A metal pole. Other: N/A</s> <\|message\|>Daisuke Takeda Daisuke glanced at the bloody man for a moment before turning his head back towards the enemies in front of him. A frown formed on his face, mostly from the man (if he could even be called one) and his appearance and demeanor. But the girl's reluctance to fight... Though it was understandable, her excuse was flimsy at best. Their entire world was thrown out the window and she was faced with supernatural beings, the living dead, and a possibly homicidal maniac... But still insisted on not fighting? "You know, even if you can't fight now, you'll have to eventually. Relying on us is fine for now, but don't become dead weight in the future, alright?" Though they were harsh words, they did truly come from the bottom of his heart. He had always strived to not be useless and weak and worthless, and so he abhorred anyone willing to sit back and let others work for them. Parasitic relationships like that doomed everything, which he would much prefer to avoid. But his own philosophical tangents could wait; survival was priority. Rather than plunge headfirst into enemy lines, Daisuke open to wait for the enemies to come to them. It conserved what little energy he had left, which would probably make all the difference in the end. Watching as the Kobold smashed the skull of a zombie in, Daisuke shuddered. It was still a human mere moments before, so seeing it so quickly destroyed was still unsettling. As he turned away from the Kobold, though, he found himself facing a small, ghostlike creature that the app identified as a Poltergeist. If it was a ghost, wouldn't it be incorporeal...? Daisuke soon found out that wasn't the case though, which was quite convenient. After smacking the demon around once or twice, it dissipated into the same light that it materialized from. Daisuke's phone immediately had a strange symbol- some h with a strike through it- flash and report he had made 10 macca. What? "Well, what are you waiting for?" he asked, swinging his pole down on another demon. "I can only do so much on my own!"</s> <\|message\|>Oswald Rothschild A thin smile crept onto Oswald's bloody face, listening and feeling the tension they bore over him gave him a tingle of delight. The feel of dread, danger and fear fed him more than food could ever do. And as the three humans stared and spoke, with each word of warning and angry they showed him, he thought to himself. "No, we haven't." Spoke Tai, as he stood in front of Keiko and defensively held up a pitiful excuse for a weapon in front of her and bludgeoned a zombie dead with ease, like he was some sort of brilliant hero from a story couldn't help but makes Oswald smile more. (What a pitiful excuse for a man), he thought to himself, as he stood without even flinching at his stance, his eyes like daggers piercing into each of their souls with but a mere look, as the zombies slowly approached from behind him. "N-no. We haven't seen y-your son." (Her voice was different...) He thought to himself. (No no, dear, stop lying, I know fear when I smell it, and yours is about as fake as each and every woman I've met... I'l be keeping a close eye on your, little one, trust in that... ) Oswalds gaze then turned toward Daisuke and shrugged uninterested, He wasn't interested in what he thought about him. "Well, what are you waiting for?" he asked, swinging his pole down on another demon. "I can only do so much on my own!" By the time he spoke, Oswald erupted into a laughing fit, clutching his stomach as he bellowed loudly with a laugh not of insanity, but of happiness, as if he heard the best joke in the world and was laughing among family, before deciding to speak with his low and disturbing voice. "Ahaha! Aaaah... I know you can't handle all this by your little selves, poor dears... But there's no need to weep, children... It's a good thing I found you so... closely knit together, hmm~? I just happen to be strong enough to destroy plenty of these weaklings... Try not to get devoured... Too often~" His last words were heavily emphasized as he held his head back and slowly breathed in the stench of blood around him, two zombies closing in on his position, almost as if he didn't know they were coming, but of course, their stench was eye watering putrid, and it was a stench he was quite familiar with, and by twisting around 180 degrees, the mans bloody knives embedded themselves into two of the zombies' foreheads, sending a gush of blood straight over him, drenching him in more blood. "The name is Oswald Rothschild, little children... Stay with me... You might be lost to all this murderous carnage without holding my hand with your innocent own... You don't deserve eternal slumber from such beasts... Jack the ripper suddenly leaped down beside him and cackled with a maddening sneer, as Oswald approached the zombie horde beside his demon, giggling all the while. "SLAUGHTER THEM, JACK! TETANUS CUT!" As Oswald screamed this with a voice of sickening pleasure, Jack the ripper zipped forward and launched down upon a zombie, it's razor like blade powerfully sunk into its flesh and ripping it open from balls to hair, slicing it in half and dispersing a sickening odor around the corpse in the form of a green like gas, which infected a few poltergeists around the horde, and weakening them for the others to attack, as Oswald ran head first and proceeded to swing madly at his foes. "BLEED! BLEED! BLEED!"</s> <\|message\|>Gentaro Matsunaga (or Matsunaga Gentaro as we're kinda in japan) "Damn!" exclaimed Gentaro after the new quake. The man was breathing heavily yet it wasn't because of the running, in fact, he was proud of having a strong physical condition thus this was no different than jogging. He was tired due to the chain of events, the surprise and fear had greatly affected his focus and resistance, thankfully his hidden store was close as he installed it in Akiba as the city was perfect for business not only in the legal side but also illegal. Hmm? What's this?... Wondered the bulky man as he saw a considerable number of people in front of his office. Clients? Never seen this many before. Don't tell me it's because of the monsters… Thought the man while looking at the small crowd. On the legal side he was supposedly an accountant, he doubted that many people were interested in dealing with economic issues in a time like this, the logic conclusion was that these were people who knew about his real job or at least had heard the rumors and held a small glint of hope to find something to defend themselves with. The man carefully surrounded the crowd trying to not be noticed, he would use the back entrance yet he couldn't hide a smile that drew on his face. Simply excellent, never had that many clients before, perhaps is a good time to leave this shitty country, it's falling apart after all. Thought while entering the building. What Gentaro called his storehouse was a very big basement within the two stores building which composed his office and whole business department in general. He opened the door only to be received by an avalanche of desperate people, skilled as he was the man managed to calm them down, it was just as he thought, they were seeking for weapons. It wasn't an easy task to gather them hence the price was often expensive, even with that, the number of clients and his experience told him that it was the best idea to lower it a bit, after all the profit will be considerable. Although he used the basement to keep the weapons he had a few hidden in the office and thus the first sales went smoothly, it was the first time he sold weapons openly as if this were to be any common drug store, for a moment it felt weird but he ignored the feeling, he would had even forgotten the whole chaos weren't by the fact the fearful clients talk about it in despair. "I… I was too assaulted by one of these things… I've never run too much before in my life!" "I was lucky I could beat that thing, but is now stuck in my cellphone, what's going on?" "Is the end of the world I tell you, these are demons, this is the judgement day!!!" And like that the men talked and talked. "Quiet!" Exclaimed as one of the desperate men demanded a handgun. "That's 60.000 yen, I'll only accept the full cash." Said with a stern tone, the man replied with a complain, a excuse and a promise of giving him the rest of the money later. "If there is no money then there is no weapon, good luck being ripped apart by the monsters" said without changing his expression. Out of madness the client decided it was better to attack him and take the guns themselves, in fact many agreed and weren't to be by the fact that Gentaro arrived at time they would had probably broke in the store and steal all for them. However, the client committed a mistake, he was dealing with a man made for the job. For a moment they all went speechless as the aggressive client lied now in the floor groaning in pain while grabbing his leg. Smoke poured from a gun held in Gentaro's right arm, the same one he used to shot him in the leg. "As I said, if there is no money get outta here" said with a calm yet threatening tone. Things flew smoothly after that as no one tried to assault him again. As expected, the weapons he had in the office had been now all handled. Gentaro exhaled his cigarette's smoke and said "Wait there, I'll go for more weapons" The clients again revolted yet the only click of Gentaro's gun calmed them down. Tch! I really hate disorder thought while heading to his basement. The man pressed his hand against the knob and immediately felt that something was wrong. It was cold, extremely cold. He closed his eyes for a second readying for whatever was waiting for him inside and then opened it.</s>	<\|message\|>Daisuke Takeda Akiba Streets Daisuke sighed and massaged his forehead as he watched Oswald let loose, unleashing carnage left and right. That was definitely someone who wasn't right in the head... Not by any moral standards. The man reminded Daisuke more of a crazed beast than an actual human, which, given the situation, was surprisingly fitting. At the moment, though, it seemed he... Or it... Was on their side. "Well, I guess in a world filled with killing a serial killer's probably your best bet. Or something like that." he said, vaulting over a pile of debris with his pole to dropkick a pixie in the face. it felt mean, beating up something small and so humanoid, but it was better than the death that awaited them if they didn't. Looking around at the remaining adversaries, Daisuke noticed another demon reforming from a portal in the ground. That wasn't a good sign; the portals had to be destroyed for the demons to stop barreling down at them. Making his way over to the nearest portal (which just so happened to be a few feet away), Daisuke noticed the portal's origin was a cell phone- probably one of the deceased's, if anything. Smashing his pole into it, the portal quickly dissipated. So the demons were bound to the phones, then? Looking around once more, Daisuke noted that their numbers hadn't really thinned, minus the ones that Oswald and his friend were hacking and slashing at. His hypothesis was probably wrong, then; he could destroy the phones, yes, but the demons had to go by force. Pleasant. Not. "Hey, smash the cells under the portals!" he shouted to the people near him. "It'll stop the number of enemies from growing any larger!" Gentaro's Shop As the door opened wider, an abnormal sight would meet his eyes- about thirty or so demons, white bodied and all with blue hats and incredibly goofy smiles, messing around in his storage room. They seemed to pay Gentaro no mind, instead opting to spend their time messing around in the now fully frozen over room. "Hee-ho! This place is pretty interesting, isn't it, ho?" one of the demons asked another, who seemed to be examining an assault rifle in its hands. "Hee-hee! I'd say so! And all of these toys are pretty interesting too!" it responded, shaking the gun around before putting it back in its former position. "Ho, but I really wish that the King was here. He'd definitely know what to do now, ho!"</s>
<\|description\|>Daisuke Takeda Age: 18 Gender: Male Appearance: Minus the cig. Personality: Running the middle ground between 'aggressive' and 'passive', Daisuke has never been the kind of person to jump into fights headfirst. Given the chance, he'd prefer to discuss matters over a nice cup of tea and relax instead of trying to bash heads in. Even if the latter situation does occur, he's the type of person who would much prefer to let the enemy wear themselves out than actually exerting any force. When irritated, Daisuke tends towards passive-aggressive behavior and a habit of plain ol' stubbornness. That aside, though, he is often willing to put himself in harm's way to go assure safety for those he trusts, regardless of the dangers it may pose. Biography: Daisuke was never one for overachieving, as his friends had always been- while they would be out getting themselves the top marks on their exams and out making names for themselves, he always found himself a step behind. For most of his life, that was perfectly fine with him; though he might have been the smartest or strongest of their group of friends, Daisuke almost always found a way to catch up- both figuratively and literally. As a result, Daisuke found himself on the track team for his school. often times finding himself caught up in that very same cycle everyone else he knew seemed to have gotten into. It was tiring and often frustrating, yes, but there he found a bit of a reprieve. Rather than have to catch up to everyone else, the only things he had to worry about here were the wind at his back and making it across that finish line before anyone else. After all, the only person he really had to beat was himself- nobody else really mattered. Strengths: * Is quite agile. * Learns quickly. * Efficient when dealing with menial tasks. Weaknesses: * Can't take a hit. * Occasionally forgetful. * Headstrong when faced with difficult decisions. Demons: Main Squad: Kobold Weapon: A metal pole. Other: N/A</s> <\|message\|>Taidana Wakahisa Tai frowned a little as the man displayed some harsh truths. "You know, even if you can't fight now, you'll have to eventually. Relying on us is fine for now, but don't become dead weight in the future, alright?" he said. Tai had to reluctantly agree. Eventually something would happen that would force her to fight, he was sure. That was just how things worked, especially now that the world seemed to have become some weird pokemon cellphone simulator. "Well, what are you waiting for? I can only do so much on my own!" the man said. Oh, yeah, he wasn't really doing the fighting he said he was going to. All he had done currently was defend the girl against a human, not even one of the demons. With a huff, he began whacking at zombies, not really paying attention to the crazy man who was laughing, condescending, and destroying foes with them. Tai honestly didn't care what he said if he was helping them, but as soon as he turned on them, that creepy douche was getting a bass to the face. He did catch the creepy dude's name though, Rothschild. Something foreign. Huh. An odd cackle, not one made by any of his current teammates, distracted him. Another demon, controlled by Roths if the way he was commanding and screaming at it was any indication. He even gave the murderous beast a cute name, Jack. Yeah, he should probably give Obariyon a name too... His distraction provided hazardous, as a zombie girl had sneaked up on him and scratched at him, leaving a wound not very deep, but still a little painful. "Agh, shit!" Tai yelped, before whacking it upside then head, generating a guitar strum and a sickening crack. "Ooh. That musta hurt. Now I feel bad." Tai said, giving the corpse a quick mournful glance and a frown before continuing to hit stuff. The exact same amount of stuff as before, actually. Tai sighed. This was getting nowhere! It seemed that they hadn't made much of a dent in the enemy forces. He huffed again before looking over at Obariyon. "Hey, dude, let's pick it up! If you help me win, I'll give you a cool name, okay?" Tai bartered. Obariyon shrugged before beginning to attack the enemy with his master. With a quick leap, Obariyon got himself around what Tai's phone identified as a 'kobold' and restrained it with his suction cupped hands It was another one of those demons that the man had, the only difference being the kobold was attacking them, instead of other demons. Tai took this opportunity to murderize it with his guitar. A few bludgeoning blows, and the demon zapped out of existence. His phone notified him that he had gotten some 'macca'. "Huh? Macca? I thought enemies were supposed to explode into coins..." But his videogame related tangent was cut short by the man recommending them a strategy. "Hey, smash the cells under the portals! It'll stop the number of enemies from growing any larger!" He said. Oh, so they were respawning. Tai was confused as to how little progress he had made, but it made a little more sense now. "You heard 'im, Obariyon! Let's get those cellphones!" Tai yelled. Obariyon just sighed at his master's enthusiasm and followed him into battle as they carved there way through to another cellphone to break.</s> <\|message\|>Keiko Yamada ~Keiko Yamada~ "You know, even if you can't fight now, you'll have to eventually. Relying on us is fine for now, but don't become dead weight in the future, alright?" Tsk. He was going to be a problem, wasn't he? Well, she would think on that later she had other rather, pressing concerns right now. Like trying to not become zombie food. But how exactly should she fight? She wasn't totally lying about the whole fighting thing. She didn't know the first thing when it came to self defense! Maybe if she had a gun or something, she could do a bit of damage. She may have never used one before, but she did know how they worked at least. "Well, what are you waiting for? I can only do so much on my own!" Ugh. This boy was getting more annoying by the second. So impatient. At least he seemed to know how to handle himself in a fight. It might be better to stick with him for a bit, even if she didn't like him so much. She tried to drown out the annoying cackling of the deranged psycho as she turned to face their current enemies. The Pixie was eagerly awaiting her command, so it seemed, flitting about watching the others doing their fair share of the work and apparently waiting for her to give her the 'kick their ass' sign. With a huff, and seeing little choice she gave the annoying fairy just that. "Alright, U-uhm, Attack, I guess?" She said, to which the Pixie confidently replied. "Alright! Fight time! Come and get some you hobos!" Really, the Pixie's attempt to be threatening were only comical at best. Her somewhat child-like voice and the fact that her threat consisted of the word 'hobo' meant she really had no idea how to properly threaten someone, did she? Not that it mattered. With a confident grin, the Pixie engaged the closest Demon next to her. The Pixie was surprisingly good at what it was doing. Not as strong as the - Kobold, was it? - but she definitely knew how to use her speed to an advantage here. With a few short bursts of attacks, the creature had been solidly defeated without much trouble and had dropped Macca. So killing demons was how one received 'macca'. It wasn't much, but it was a start at least. "Hey, smash the cells under the portals! It'll stop the number of enemies from growing any larger!" The voice momentarily distracted her. The phones? They were coming out of the phones? That had a few disturbing notions she wasn't going to contemplate at the moment. She would think about that after dealing with the current enemies. Unfortunately, it had seemed another Kobold had manage to sneak up on her while the Pixie had finished off another one. Before she could even say anything, the creature attacked. She noticed it just in time to dodge a what she assumed would have been a very painful blow to her head, instead the creatures club like weapon slammed straight down onto her shoulder. She gave a yelp of pain as the blow connected, momentarily stunning her as her legs crumpled. Thankfully, the Pixie was nearby enough to engage the Kobold, finishing it rather easily with a solid kick to the head. "Oooh, you're hurt. Hold on a second." Without another word, the Pixie approached her, placing her hands on her shoulder. A few seconds later, a soft glow emanated from her hands, healing whatever wound she received from the Kobold. Huh...that was a surprisingly useful ability. "Hmph. If you expect me to thank you, you're wrong. You shouldn't have let it happen in the first place." She whispered with a frown, as the little Pixie healed her. "Well Gee, maybe next time I'll let him kill you." The Pixie jokingly replied, finishing up the healing surprisingly fast. Perhaps the blow hadn't been as hard as it felt...still, with her rather weak physical abilities taking too much punishment was a bad idea. "Don't forget pest, it's me you're supposed to protect. Understand?" She gave the Pixie a brief glare as she rolled her shoulder - making sure everything was fine and that the pest didn't screw anything up. "Aye boss! Won't save the cute boys!" The pixie excitedly, but quietly replied. Well, it seemed the Pixie knew to keep quiet when talking at least. With a sigh, she stood back up, and replied to the other boy. "Alright! I'll see if I can get one!" She turned to the Pixie again. "Alright, you, uh, you heard him. See if you can get to one of those phones, alright?" With a giggle, and a nod, the Pixie started killing some demons and zombies once again, going for a third cellphone that was fairly close to the two of them.</s> <\|message\|>Oswald Rothschild Oswald continued to blindly swing along with his demon and cut down a great group of the zombies before panting, noticing his Macca was increasing with every kill he managed, he didn't exactly pay attention to it all, and simply relished in being soaked in the sickening blood of these deceased monsters. Unfortunately after a minute he grew tired, not of stamina but enjoyment, scratching his ear with his knife, which slowly cut through the skin and made it trickle with a slight tinge of blood. "These zombies don't entertain me... What a fucking bore! Seriously, where's the fun in killing your opponent if they don't SATISFY you?!" Oswald then heard Daisuke speak, deciding to cock his head in an abnormal angle to listen to what the little boy had to say... "Hey, smash the cells under the portals!" he shouted to the people near him. "It'll stop the number of enemies from growing any larger!" Smash the cellphones you say? That's all? Very well... If that's our game, that's our game... These weaklings were boring me ANYWAY! JACK THE RIPPER, LETS DANCE! Oswald and jack bolted into a run and cackled in unison, dancing and dodging their opponents in a flurry of swings and dodges, that barely escape the hordes grasp, it wasn't skill it was sheerly blind luck he could dodge the strikes, the mad killer slicing down and recovering a few more Macca with each kill before reaching one of the portals and stomping onto it with his heavy boot, crushing it and obliterating one of the portals. He stared back he noticed the horde blocking the others direction toward the portals and sighed, smiling eerily as he ran behind the horde and attacked their legs, cutting past a few of the zombies to help them build a clear route toward the portal cellphones, laughing with glee as he stabbed and slashed and with each slice he called out. "Slash, stab, stab, stabby, slashy slashy, MAIM!" Oswald panted and wheezed as he returned to the group, having cleared some of the path for them before falling onto his knees in fatigue, and falling onto his back, his stamina having been drained from his maddening slashing spree. "Aaah... Children... Your savior has cleared you a path... Obey and go destroy them now... I'l watch~"</s>	<\|message\|>Daisuke Takeda Daisuke wiped the sweat from his brow as he smashed a slime in its... Body? (at least, that's what the phone identified it as). For the most part, the threat seemed to be dealt with in the area nearby- the block they were on was now more or less devoid of demons, thanks to the efforts of a certain psychopathic murderer. Though he wasn't apt to thank the killer for his murderous rampage of death and destruction, Daisuke did have to admit that the job was done pretty efficiently, if not a tad messily. "We'll handle it from here, then. Take your time resting." Daisuke said, directing his kobold to go and crush a cellphone a while away as he went after one nearby. Those two seemed to be the only ones remaining, and since the demons didn't have time to reform from the portals the last of the fighting was more or less over. Moving back over to the others he had met, Daisuke took a seat on some relatively flat rubble and looked at his phone. There was a function, "Recall demons", that was flashing yellow on his screen. He tapped the button, and it did exactly what he had expected it to do- his kobold soon returned to its form of while light and dissipated into nothing... Again. "That was... Tedious." Daisuke stated, planting his pole in the ground as he looked at the others. The high school students were probably okay enough to be around, but that murderer... That murderer definitely felt like a ticking time bomb. "So." Daisuke continued, staring at the recovering serial killer. "Thanks for clearing the rest of the way... I guess." There was no doubt in his mind- this person took joy in taking life away, which meant they could very well be next on his hitlist. But the fact remained that he had actually helped them out while he could have simply run off to kill some other prey. There was always the possibility that he wanted to be the one to kill one of them (or maybe all of them, if he was feeling lucky), but his actions made Daisuke re-evaluate him. By no means would that justify his behavior, though- THAT reminded him of something straight from one of those seinen anime that people always found themselves talking about at his school. To think that he would actually find someone like that didn't exactly please him, but the situation at hand was definitely more dire. "Fighting aside, I'd like it if we could figure out a plan of action. Self introductions can come later... After we get to a place where demons won't murder us and stuff. Anyone have any ideas about where to go? I'd rather not bust into a building here, though..."</s>
<\|description\|>Daisuke Takeda Age: 18 Gender: Male Appearance: Minus the cig. Personality: Running the middle ground between 'aggressive' and 'passive', Daisuke has never been the kind of person to jump into fights headfirst. Given the chance, he'd prefer to discuss matters over a nice cup of tea and relax instead of trying to bash heads in. Even if the latter situation does occur, he's the type of person who would much prefer to let the enemy wear themselves out than actually exerting any force. When irritated, Daisuke tends towards passive-aggressive behavior and a habit of plain ol' stubbornness. That aside, though, he is often willing to put himself in harm's way to go assure safety for those he trusts, regardless of the dangers it may pose. Biography: Daisuke was never one for overachieving, as his friends had always been- while they would be out getting themselves the top marks on their exams and out making names for themselves, he always found himself a step behind. For most of his life, that was perfectly fine with him; though he might have been the smartest or strongest of their group of friends, Daisuke almost always found a way to catch up- both figuratively and literally. As a result, Daisuke found himself on the track team for his school. often times finding himself caught up in that very same cycle everyone else he knew seemed to have gotten into. It was tiring and often frustrating, yes, but there he found a bit of a reprieve. Rather than have to catch up to everyone else, the only things he had to worry about here were the wind at his back and making it across that finish line before anyone else. After all, the only person he really had to beat was himself- nobody else really mattered. Strengths: * Is quite agile. * Learns quickly. * Efficient when dealing with menial tasks. Weaknesses: * Can't take a hit. * Occasionally forgetful. * Headstrong when faced with difficult decisions. Demons: Main Squad: Kobold Weapon: A metal pole. Other: N/A</s> <\|message\|>Oswald Rothschild Oswald slowly but surely stood up, having recovered most if not all of his stamina, the deranged chaotic individual folded his arms and lightly giggled in childish tone, looking around the destroyed enemies they had eliminated then at himself, his body now completely, or almost completely coated in the blood of zombies. One whiff displeased him surprisingly as he plugged his nose with disinterest. "Urrgh, this blood is revolting...! It's smell of so darn putrid, I feel as if i'l be sick! So unpure so... so gross..." With his free hand, Oswald immediately took his cellphone out and called back jack without saying a word, as he stared toward the two of them, speaking up so both could hear him out. "I unfortunately don't have a place of residence anymore... Destroyed, the demons... Poor Childs out there all alone, and without his daddy to care for him... aaah... It's horrible, I tell you~! Oh, and don't look at me like that... I'm just a worthless jobless father who's having a bad day... Yes, I have anger issues, but i'm not a bad guy~ I just have my ... days..." Oswald was surprisingly now more calm and collected, putting on a more intellectual but rather cold voice as he fixed his bloody jacket and wiped some of the blood off his hands and legs, half gagging at the same time. "Everyone else is dying, why does it matter where we go? Break into a random store, and stay inside until we can think about what to do! Poor kids out there, probably doing the same thing, the smart little tyke..."</s> <\|message\|>Gentaro Matsunaga (or Matsunaga Gentaro as we're kinda in japan) Heh… I guess lady luck still considers me his enemy thought Gentaro as he saw the snow like creatures in the basement. "Hee! An intruder Ho!" "Let's kill him Hee!, let's kill him Ho!" "This is the sacred vault of the King! Hee-Ho!" They noticed the man's presence and then three of the creatures run after him. This is bad, gotta retreat!, thought the man as he run away, not the counter, not the back entrance but upstairs, a bad idea that he would later regret. Luckily he ice demon was quite a slow runner. One of the Jack Frost followed him while the other two noticed the clients at the counter and scared them away, at the same time, the door to the basement was closed and sealed with a strong ice. As Gentaro run his cellphone buzzed and with a flash of light the Angel showed its form once again. The man was taken aback and almost fell from the stairs, this small moment of distraction allowed the Jack Frost to impact him with a ball of ice. Gentaro screamed as his mouth expelled blood, he was about to fell but the Angel took his hand and lead him through the stairs. "A bad… moment for you to show up…. Whaat do you want?!" asked Gentaro in cold and pain. "I told thee, I'm bound to thee… Let me treat thy wounds" said the Angel with a solemn tone as it raised its hand healing the wounds of Gentaro. "Heh! That's a nice trick you can do… what else you can?" asked and as if the application were to be sentient, the phone buzzed and showed the "Skills" of the Angel. This guy… can't fight?... Thought the man disappointed. However, clever as he was he quickly developed a strategy. "This could be of use, listen pretty boy….." said to the Angel. Gentaro told of his plan and the being nodded its head in agreement. It was a luck to begin with that only one of the Jack Frost pursued him, otherwise he would be doomed, still the plan was risky. "Where are you Hee? Are you hiding Ho!?" Asked the Jack Frost as it looked through the rooms of the second floor. "Over here ice cone!!!" Exclaimed Gentaro from inside the bathroom. "A human doesn't insult me like that Ho! I'll kill you!" Exclaimed the Jack Frost as it fired a ball of ice that blasted through the bathroom's door and impacted Gentaro. The creature smiled however it wasn't the only one. Gentaro was smiling as well. Rakukaja, the skill to increase the natural resistance of a living being, it wasn't a big change, but if Gentaro could withstand the first attack of the enemy, he sure could withstand the second one, more if covered by the door. It was still a strong hit that almost threw him back yet he did his best to maintain his position. Dia, the magic to remove wounds and accelerate the healing process of the body, even while not suited to fight, this was one of the Angel's great assets. The quick and risky strategy the man developed in the few seconds was simple, to increase his resistance, withstand a hit of the creature and then be healed again all so he could have a perfect chance to counter attack. However a body made of ice would not be greatly wounded by a gun, thus resorting to an improvised and wishful move, Gentaro offered the Jack frost a smile. On his left hand there was a lighter, on his right hand an aerosol. The Jack Frost could only look dumbfounded before understanding what that means. Soon, as if it were to be a flamethrower, Gentaro charged against the creature wielding his improvised weapon. Both the fire and the iced body entered in contact and a steam formed. The scream of the Jack Frost could only mean that the plan was working and the creature was slowly stepping backwards as Gentaro advanced. However, although wounded, the creature was not finished and once the man run of "ammo" the Jack Frost found its way to counterattack. "Now I'm really angry Hee!" Exclaimed, however Gentaro smiled once again. "Go, Angel!" exclaimed as the winged being showed in front of the Jack Frost and physically attacked him with the same palm strike it used against Gentaro before, a fairly weak attack, however… Jack Frost fell, it was at the border of the stairs, the exact point where Gentaro lead it and thus although the attack of Angel was weak it pushed the creature and made it roll painfully through the stairs. Gentaro could not lost any more second, he quickly run towards his room and picked hidden under his bed's cushion a handgun which he hid within his pants, inside his closet a submachinegun and lying over the wall a black sheath containing a katana that he kept as an ornament and although he never used it he did know how. He made sure he had all his money in his pockets and exclaimed. "Angel! You handle the landing!" and then the man broke through the window and jumped from the second store, normally not a big height, but his house was very tall, even above standards. Thus, he would surely break a bone or two in the landing, yet the Angel carefully caught him. Gentaro was breathing heavily yet he still had energy to perform a fist bump with the Angel. Even when tired he could not lost time, hence he run away from what used to be his previous office and home and was now the base of a bunch of walking ice cream.</s> <\|message\|>Keiko Yamada ~Keiko Yamada~ Keiko watched in a mix of annoyance and displeasure as Oswald ripped through the zombies rather easily. She had to admit, the animal was good at what he did - which was kill things. Now, if she could tame the beast...he could be a very useful little tool. The thought caused her to smirk a bit. Her own, personal little guard-dog. Now, that, was an idea she could get behind. She'd have to be careful though, unless she wanted to end up one of his victims. A thought for later, anyways. "Aaah... Children... Your savior has cleared you a path... Obey and go destroy them now... I'l watch~" Soon though, he had cleared a path for them. Most of the demons were easily dispatched, and Keiko made her move. While the Pixie fended off the last of the demons, She reached the cellphone. With a loud stomp, she brought her foot down on it, crushing it and closing the portal in one swift motion. Well, that was much easier than she thought it was going to be. She got a little rough up in the process, but she learned her pest of a demon could heal. That would be useful. For her, at least. She had no intention of blabbing that to the others... Keiko made her way back over to the others, not bothering to put away her Pixie, who decided to take up a residency sitting on her shoulder for the moment. She looked at the others - they seemed to have fared well enough. "Fighting aside, I'd like it if we could figure out a plan of action. Self introductions can come later... After we get to a place where demons won't murder us and stuff. Anyone have any ideas about where to go? I'd rather not bust into a building here, though..." The man said. He had a point. Standing around talking like this was probably a bad idea. More demons would probably pop up, soon enough. Going into one of these unstable buildings...well, she was fairly sure that was better than standing out here, even if it meant that the building was unstable. "My house would probably be to far from here... I don't have the keys to my dad's new shop... I dunno, do any of you guys have ideas? Oh, and does anyone have any tape?" Tai commented, asking for some tape. Really, in a time like this? How idiotic. They had more worries other than his precious guitar for the moment. Like not getting mauled by the demons. Before she could comment, however the...creature spoke. "Everyone else is dying, why does it matter where we go? Break into a random store, and stay inside until we can think about what to do! Poor kids out there, probably doing the same thing, the smart little tyke..." ...she couldn't believe she was agreeing with him. It would be better to get inside, rather than stay out here after all. Off the streets and into some place they could defend themselves and lay low for a bit, until they could find another plan of action. With a sigh, Keiko finally replied. "U-uhm, thank you for clearing out those demons." She said to the psychotic man, a bit nervously. "I do think your idea is b-best..." She quietly continued, shuffling a bit uncomfortably on the spot in fake discomfort as she voiced her opinion. "Standing out in the open is obviously bad, is it not? It would be better to head indoors and then think about a further plan of action while we lay low, for a bit." Despite her being a notorious liar and manipulator, she was being truthful in thanking him for clearing a path. She very well knew when thanks was due, even to some pleb like that beast of a human. Though, really she just wanted a place to lay low for a bit to collect her own thoughts, and gauge how much control she could potentially have over this little group of boys. Tai would be easy, probably. The other, was going to be difficult for sure, but the...creature was a complete mystery.</s>	<\|message\|>Daisuke Takeda Daisuke nodded at everyone's responses before sighing, his shoulders drooping down in defeat. It didn't seem like cared much for formalities and property, but given the situation it was kind of understandable. Picking up his pole, Daisuke walked over to the nearest storefront; the metal shutters seemed to have bee cracked in multiple places, so Daisuke wedged his weapon into one of them and began to push down. The thin metal that made up the shutter slowly but surely gave way, though it found itself wanting to close soon after. How irritating that was. Carefully using his pole as a support for the shutters, Daisuke began moving some of the nearby debris into the gap, prying it open even further. The pole would probably be necessary to keep the thing open, which meant he was now without a weapon. "Alright, guess we can duck in here for a while." he said, beckoning the others as he attempted to turn on the lights. Sadly, the electricity seemed to be out, which meant that nothing was going on anytime soon. Looking around at the store a bit more, Daisuke soon found that it was an electronics store... Which, to be fair, didn't change much at all. The computer monitors that would normally be on display had found themselves shattered on the floor, and the towers had for the most part been crushed by debris. It was probably dangerous to walk down the display aisles, but on the upside there seemed to be an area for computer accessories that didn't have as much dangerous stuff lying around. "Dang, what a shame. The stuff here actually looks pretty expensive..." he muttered as he wandered deeper into the store. If he was lucky, maybe he could find something useful... Like a solar charger or food. Or maybe another weapon. Any of those would work, really.</s>
<\|description\|>Taidana Wakahisa Age: 16 Gender: Male Personality: Taidana is kind of a loser. He is quite lazy, simply walking through life at a lackadaisical pace whenever possible. He is horrid at making decisions for himself, and is quite naive. His awkward charm is accentuated by his clumsiness when not focused, and his forgetfulness. He dislikes acknowledging his past mistakes, particularly those relating to romance. This is not because he is super narcissistic, but he does believe most if not all relationship issues aren't his fault. He is a tad selfish and thinks most often of himself before others. He is overall, quite childlike, and although he never tries to be mean, he does so accidentally sometimes. Tai has a variety of interests. He plays the bass guitar very frequently, and is even in a small local band. He's decent enough, having worked at it for a year or two. Something he's much more of a savant at is fighting. Despite minimal training, he has been labeled as "best fighter in school" by most of the people who know him. This is probably due to his propensity of getting in fights to try and defend women, whether they need it or not. His favorite musical genre is western rock, punk, and alternative, even if he can't understand the words. He plays retro games on and off. Biography: Taidana was the middle child of two rich parents. Though they did spoil him often, as with their other two children, they wanted him to have a relatively normal life. They sent him to public school. There he occasionally got into fights, and accrued a small gaggle of friends. With these friends, he formed a band to gain popularity. He even got into a relationship that sadly ended in a rough break up. Soon after, he had to leave due his father accepting a business opportunity. Once at his new school, he again joined a band, forgetting all about his previous school and girlfriend. Strength: He's a great fighter. Weakness: He's kind of an idiot. Demons: Main:* Obariyon Reserves:* None Weapon: Due to the suddenness of the situation, all he has on him is his bass. If he were to get home to his brother's sword collection though... Other: In case you couldn't tell, he's heavily based on Scott Pilgrim, the titular character of the graphic novel series, and movie.</s> <\|message\|>Daisuke Takeda Daisuke panted heavily, kneeling down as his chest heaved over and over. The earthquake had caught him as he decided to walk through Akiba instead of the subway as he usually did on his way to school. Though he didn't necessarily travel through the ever-famous electronics district all that often, he had decided that he might as well get some exercise in on his way to school over in Ochanomizu... Which, in retrospect, had probably saved his life. Regardless of how used to earthquakes that the Japanese were, one of that magnitude would probably have caused massive delays on the train tracks, if not outright stop them altogether. As the initial earthquake stopped, Daisuke rose to his feet as his breathing began to slow down and return to normal. The collateral damage from the earthquake would probably be a bit dangerout to move around, but on the upside he wasn't trapped underground... Then the second earthquake hit, and the third one soon after. The giant signs that hung above the streets began to creak, which Daisuke immediately knew to be a bad sign. Steadying himself against the shaking earth, Daisuke took a deep breath and immediately broke out into a run. It was still early, so no stores were open... which meant no refuge from the rain of giant metal objects of death coming at the ground. Daisuke's run, however, was quickly brought to a stop as a sign embedded itself in the ground in front of him. As he turned to see how congested the center of the roads were because of all the panicking people, another sign fell, blocking him off from moving into the crowd of people. Biting his lip, Daisuke turned his head upwards to see a third sign, this one hanging on by a hinge. Turning back behind him, Daisuke found his escape route cut off the by the signs he had been escaping from earlier. No good. As the quake stopped for a moment, Daisuke heard his phone ring. Probably his parents or something asking if he was okay or not. Eyeing the sign carefully to move in whatever direction it didn't drop towards, Daisuke found that it wasn't his parents that had called, but rather a new app he had obtained... 'Cortensia'. On his screen displayed a single message... "Are you kidding me? Like I'll die boxed up like a little mouse in a cage!" he exclaimed, hitting "No" on his phone. As he did so, a strange code began executing itself on his screen. "Oh, of all the times-!!" he began before the sign's final hinge snapped and began to fall. Distracted by his phone for the moment, Daisuke didn't have as much time as he would have liked to dodge out of the way. As he began to move, it felt like the sign was following him... Which, to be fair, couldn't possibly have been true- after all, the weight of the sign wouldn't allow that to happen naturally. But it did. Though he knew it was futile, Daisuke raised his arms above his head instinctively as the sign closed in on his head. It never did. Waiting a few moment after his presumed time of death, Daisuke opened his eyes carefully. The sign had crashed into one of the signs blocking the way he had just come from, along with another four or five of them behind it. "What...?" he asked himself in disbelief before noticing a wolflike creature wielding a mace staring at him. "Uh...?" he asked himself before the creature swung the mace at him. Flinching for the moment, Daisuke quickly swung his backpack around to cushion the impact. The blow launched him in the same direction as the sign had gone just moments before, and his landing was just as rough as he tumbled over broken pieces of stone and metal debris. Shakily getting to his feet, Daisuke turned around to see if he could run away from whatever this thing was. Another sign. Just his luck. In the end, fighting really was the only option...? Gritting his teeth, Daisuke picked up a metal pole- debris from the earlier quake- and held it at the ready as the monster came at him. Though initially a slow, lumbering walk, the beast quickly picked up speed and closed the distance. The creature began to move as it had before to swing its weapon at him, but Daisuke wouldn't fall for the exact same trick twice. Ducking to the ground as the beast swung its weapon, Daisuke took the metal pole in his hands and stabbed it upwards into the monster's head. Through it didn't pierce the skin (or what seemed to be the skin), the monster staggered back, shaken. Taking the opportunity so cleanly presented to him by his enemy, Daisuke followed up by swinging the metal pole like a baseball bat against the side of the beast's head, causing it to slam against the wall. That had taken almost all of his energy, though- the adrenaline rush he had was beginning to wear off. But it wasn't over yet... Probably. As the creature stood up after the blow, Daisuke leaned against the pole as a support. It was over, wasn't it...? "Ahaha! That was entertaining! I don't think I've ever seen a human fight so hard for his life in ages!" the monster said, laughing. Daisuke stared in disbelief- it was talking to him?! "I don't really have a name, so just call me Kobold for now. That contract you just set up- seems like it summoned me. Just in the nick of time, too." it continued, walking over to the last remaining sign and launching a swing at it, sending it flying. "Well, I'll be seeing you." As the monster finished speaking, its body began to dissipate into white light before disappearing entirely. Daisuke simply stared in shock before a beeping from his phone notified him of Kobold's addition to his 'squad' or something like that. "Enough already! What the hell is going on today?!" Daisuke screamed to nobody in particular before sighing. Well, at least he had a way out now. But what could he do next...?</s> <\|message\|>Gentaro Matsunaga (or Matsunaga Gentaro as we're kinda in japan) Like a serpent, a thin line of smoke danced in the air, after that, the man put the cigarette again on his mouth as he heard the excuses of a man through his cellphone while standing on a park. He was an imponent man, weren't by his always clean suit anybody would think he was a thug or something worst, despite, he had a burrowed frow and an angry face while talking that would made anyone shiver. "All right, let's make it this way. I'll give you ten days to pay and no more" said through the phone at which his interlocutor nervously thanked him. "You have a mother to take care of right? How old is she?" asked the man. "It pains me to be so cruel then, I have a certain respect for old ladies, don't you have a child or a wife?" "What do I mean? I'll tell you, I'll give you ten days, and for each one I'll be breaking one finger of any of your close relatives, so when the day ten arrive and I find no finger to break I'll have to play with your neck. So, bring me the money, the count begins today, I'll be sending someone to break the fingers!" Exclaimed through the cellphone. A puff of smoke emanated from his mouth again as he readied the phone to make a different call. The man's name was Matsunaga Gentarou, regarding this person no one knew anything, however they did know about Genki the weapon dealer, his business name. He was a ruthless man, once a dreamer who was now only interested on making money. He had a big reputation in the underworld and men knew that to mess with him was a bad idea. He was about to dial the new number when the earthquake stroke. Tch, what was that? That shit's intensity must had been huge! Thought the man after surviving the first one amazed at the current state of chaos. It was violent, way too violent, the earth tore into pieces as the buildings collapsed and people ran, fell and were crushed. Gentaro himself was lucky as he was on the park, yet still felt the chaotic earthquake Had Japan finally broke into pieces? Wondered while checking the situation only to be assaulted by the earthquake's replicas. He found himself sat on his butt unable to move after he fell. Even a man of his size was scared. "Fuck! What's going on?!" Exclaimed, he was no less desperate than the rest of citizens but knew how to keep his cool. The man hardly stood up and his sight caught the boy who was about to be crushed by the sign and saved by some sort of humanoid beast. That boy has some balls… thought the man after he saw the short encounter But what was that thing? Wondered, yet his thoughts were interrupted when his cellphone ringed, he glanced at it. "Cortensia? The fuck's this shit?" said yet soon he would find himself assaulted by a new unnatural creature in the scene…</s>	<\|message\|>Taidana Wakahisa Tai had barely even noticed the first earthquake. His natural blissfulness combined with the fact that his MP3 player was turned up way to loud allowed him to ignore pretty much everything. He had assumed someone was doing construction nearby, or he'd walked onto a rocky road somehow or something, but point was he just wasn't paying attention. He certainly noticed the second quake though, it landed him flat on his face. "Ow..." Tai groaned, getting up and wiping the dust off of his now scuffed blue jacket, along with taking off his headphones to avoid future accidents. Suddenly though, another quake. Tai quickly steadied himself as best he could, with nothing to grab onto. He succeeded in not falling a second time, but it seemed somethings were not as lucky. The tall buildings of Marunouchi creaked under the pressure. Tai may not have been the smartest, but he knew that meant bad things, generally. He probably should have been rushing out of there. His first thought was the subway, but he quickly remembered why he was walking today; he forgot his pass. Plus, the massive quake would have definitely shaken something out of place, so that was a no go. His thought train was interrupted by his phone buzzing. A small message appeared on it's screen as a new app was added. Confused as hell, Tai just decided to hit 'no' because that seemed like the right answer. He just stood there, staring at his screen for a moment, before a tremendous crashing sound rang through his ears. He focused and saw that there was a car in front of him. Had it not stopped, he would probably be saddled with a broken arm, and a few broken ribs, if he wasn't dead on impact. That wasn't super important now though, the thing that stopped the car was much weirder than vehicular manslaughter. A small red creature with a lond hair braid and a cornucopia of suction cups all over it's body. "Hey, human, I'm Obariyon! I need my freedom, so get ready to bite the dust!" It yelled in a, frankly quite annoying voice. Tai stood there dumb struck for a second before snapping out of his stupor. If it's a fight this little demon thingy wanted, Tai was happy to oblige. "Sure." He said. With that, the demon quickly leaped at Tai, who swung around his bass guitar just in time for it to collide with Oba's face. This sent the red creature sprawling out onto the concrete. This gave Tai the time he needed to unzip the bass's case and wield the axe like an axe. Obariyon got up, a grimace plastered across it's red face. The two rushed at each other, Tai's superior range with the bass clearly winning out. A low twang was heard from the guitar as it again hit the short demon, this time right on the top of the head. With the monster stunned from the head blow, all Tai had to do to wear it completely out was a skyrocketing uppercut type move. When the monster landed back on the ground it held out it's palm as a sign of cease fire. "Hey, you wanna make a contract, right? You need me to do it." He said. Tai, as oblivious as ever, tried to formulate some questions. Before he could even get a word out though, his new red friend disappeared. Tai had no time to mourn however, his phone buzzed as a notification that a new 'demon' had been added to his 'squad'. "Wow, what a great day to miss the tram." Tai said, with a small smirk. What to do now though...?</s>
<\|description\|>Taidana Wakahisa Age: 16 Gender: Male Personality: Taidana is kind of a loser. He is quite lazy, simply walking through life at a lackadaisical pace whenever possible. He is horrid at making decisions for himself, and is quite naive. His awkward charm is accentuated by his clumsiness when not focused, and his forgetfulness. He dislikes acknowledging his past mistakes, particularly those relating to romance. This is not because he is super narcissistic, but he does believe most if not all relationship issues aren't his fault. He is a tad selfish and thinks most often of himself before others. He is overall, quite childlike, and although he never tries to be mean, he does so accidentally sometimes. Tai has a variety of interests. He plays the bass guitar very frequently, and is even in a small local band. He's decent enough, having worked at it for a year or two. Something he's much more of a savant at is fighting. Despite minimal training, he has been labeled as "best fighter in school" by most of the people who know him. This is probably due to his propensity of getting in fights to try and defend women, whether they need it or not. His favorite musical genre is western rock, punk, and alternative, even if he can't understand the words. He plays retro games on and off. Biography: Taidana was the middle child of two rich parents. Though they did spoil him often, as with their other two children, they wanted him to have a relatively normal life. They sent him to public school. There he occasionally got into fights, and accrued a small gaggle of friends. With these friends, he formed a band to gain popularity. He even got into a relationship that sadly ended in a rough break up. Soon after, he had to leave due his father accepting a business opportunity. Once at his new school, he again joined a band, forgetting all about his previous school and girlfriend. Strength: He's a great fighter. Weakness: He's kind of an idiot. Demons: Main:* Obariyon Reserves:* None Weapon: Due to the suddenness of the situation, all he has on him is his bass. If he were to get home to his brother's sword collection though... Other: In case you couldn't tell, he's heavily based on Scott Pilgrim, the titular character of the graphic novel series, and movie.</s> <\|message\|>Gentaro Matsunaga (or Matsunaga Gentaro as we're kinda in japan) "Hey brat! I saw you fighting with that thing, I must say that I'm quite impressed" said Gentaro with a stern tone that matched his serious looking face. He raised his cellphone and showed him the pic of his Cortensia app and the Angel within it. "Which leads me to ask, had you been through this shit before? and do you have any idea of what's this thing?" Asked in a way that almost seemed to be a threat. I'm probably wasting my time, this brat seems to be scared to the core... Thought while furrowing his brow even more.</s> <\|message\|>Taidana Wakahisa Tai decided that the best thing to do at the moment would probably be to find his father. The rest of his family would probably be fine at home, but his father was all the way over at Akiba might have been in danger. Especially if there were more demons around. Sure, the one he encountered was small, but they could gang up on people, especially some middle-aged business man. Plus, Tai had a 'weapon' to defend himself with, even if it was highly improvised. Thank god he had band practice today. As Tai made his way to Akiba, he was astounded by how many people he saw dead. Sure, he saw a few dead bodies in Marunouchi, enough to make him queasy and fear another earthquake, but as he got closer to the famous electronics district, more debris and dead littered the streets. Tai briefly wondered if he was in any danger. Some signs still hadn't fallen, and he'd seen first hand that something odd was going on. He then worried for his father. Certainly none of these corpses were him...? Tai shook the thought out of his mind. Never. He pushed the thought out of his mind as he continued deeper into Akiba. He eventually found someone alive, and asked them about his father. They hadn't seen him. With a sigh, Tai continued deeper into Akiba, now getting completely lost in the district. He should have brought a map, he was always getting lost in this place. So many buildings and flashing signs. At least now the signs were closer to eye level, and not flashing. Finally, Tai found another person to talk to. Some girl on her phone. Maybe she was contacting emergency services? That was certainly a possibility, though his better guess was that she was on concerto or whatever the app was called. He probably wasn't the only one to get it, there were other people alive so he assumed they had the app too. "Uh, hey, I'm Taidana Wakahisa. I'm looking for my father, you see him? He's got black hair, about this tall, wearing a really nice business suit?" He asked, gesturing a height slightly taller than his own. Hopefully this girl had seen him, otherwise he'd probably just end up wandering the streets of Akiba for the next two hours until he decided to go home.</s> <\|message\|>Keiko Yamada ~Keiko Yamada~ "Huh...Compemendium. Keeps a list of all the demons you've owned, then? Well, that'd be useful..." She muttered to herself, still checking out the app. This...Cortensia thing, was going to be quite useful if she could get her hands on some other demons, or this...'Macca' stuff. Apparently, she had to fight demons do get her mitts on whatever that was. Demon money? Possibly, but she couldn't be sure until she had some. Well, that just meant she should probably go see if she could find some more demons and possibly hunt them...or, rather, if she could also 'contract' them. She wasn't sure how that worked, but having more than that pest around would be beneficial, surely. "Uh, hey, I'm Taidana Wakahisa. I'm looking for my father, you see him? He's got black hair, about this tall, wearing a really nice business suit?" The voice had surprised her a bit. She hadn't heard the other boy approach. Keiko looked up from her phone, giving the other kid a brief once over, quickly deciding to put on the charm here. Perhaps, he had some information that would prove to be useful. Plus, if she could...'befriend' him, her chances of getting some Macca would go up too. With a smile, she put the phone in her pocket and playfully leaped down from where she had been sitting. "...that is like, half the population of Japan." She giggled, giving him a friendly smile. Despite the bit of childishness she spoke with, her tone still carried a bit of formality to it. Really, he was looking for his father in a time like this? How droll. He should be doing something a bit more productive, honestly. Like trying to find out how to tame those so called demons through contracts - whatever those were. She was going to be doing that herself. "But, apologies. I have not seen your father." For a moment, she was silent as she looked around, seeming slightly worried. It was an act, of course though - an attempt to look a bit on the 'weak' and 'helpless' side. "Uhm..." She hesitantly started. "I-I would not mind helping you look, Wakahisa. I...well, travelling alone doesn't seem like the best idea right now, does it?" She fidgeted uncomfortably on the spot she stood in. "I mean...with those things around, right?"</s> <\|message\|>Daisuke Takeda Daisuke tensed up as the man shoved his phone in his face, shaking his head no as he moved to go take a seat near an area relatively clear of debris. "I'm just as lost as your are on this. Sorry I'm not of any help." he sighed, pulling out his phone and looking at the Cortensia app. Just as the man had (kind of rudely) shown him, he could access something akin to a list of demons, and through Kobold seemed to be the only thing on there right now the fact remained that what had just happened wasn't just an illusion... To say nothing of the fight he had found himself in and how damaged he was, of course. The fact that the man had seen the skirmish only further drove the point home- this wasn't the same Tokyo that he had been used to all his life. "On that note, though, I didn't really have much of a choice to fight. There was a giant metal sign blocking the way out, and I was boxed in. It was either fight or die..." he sighed, staring at his phone as he flipped through the options. "Given the way you look... You had to deal with something similar?" Standing up as he had regained enough energy, Daisuke took his pole and tested its weight a bit more. It was definitely a bit unwieldy, for sure... "Oh, I'm very sorry. I should introduce myself. I'm Daisuke Takeda, college student at Tokyo U... Though, given the circumstances, that's probably not very important." he said, bowing to the man. "I... I'm honestly not sure what to do now, actually. School's probably closed due to the earthquakes, and all the dead bodies means that the people at the hospitals nearby must be busy as all hell..."</s> <\|message\|>Gentaro Matsunaga (or Matsunaga Gentaro as we're kinda in japan) "Tch, we have no idea of what's going on huh?" Said Gentaro seemingly angry. He had known of chaos and violence before, once in the past he was part of a famous Yakuza group and had tasted and given violence, it was sickening, disgusting, hence why he decided to let others to do the dirty job, for he, to stay out of the scenery was more comfortable. However, this new chaos was inviting him into a disordered and disgusting violence once again. And for that he had to be ready... As soon as the boy introduced himself the man exclaimed "I don't care 'bout your name brat. School? Why do you even think on that now? Listen we'll exchange numbers, I'll rather avoid becoming acquaintance of a kid but you beat one of these things and have the application. Who knows what'll happen now?" After exchanging numbers Gentaro turned his back to him, he had to reach his storehouse, with a gun without ammo he had no chance to survive if one of these creatures showed up again. Before finally leaving he said to Daisuke. "By the way, this is hell, really, I've seen nasty stuff, but this is just carnage. Listen brat, go see your family, I can't guarantee they'll be alive but is better now or never." And then the man left the scene.</s> <\|message\|>Daisuke Takeda Daisuke nodded as he exchanged numbers with the rude man (labeling him as such on his phone) and watched silently as he walked away. He did have a point, though... But at the same time his parents lived in Kyoto. Though he would have liked to see them in person, a phone call would have to suffice for now. Quickly pulling up his father's cell phone number and dialing it, Daisuke bit his lip and hoped he could get a response. ... "The number you have dialed is curr-" Clicking his tongue, Daisuke immediately cut off the call and looked around. The man had already left by now, which meant he was alone in the middle of the carnage... Again. Looking around once more, he noticed another two people sitting around. At a distance, they seemed to be a bit younger than he was, but it didn't hurt to see if they were in the same situation as he was in. Brushing off whatever debris he could off of his clothes, Daisuke began to move towards the two. Maybe they had some more information than he or that other man did.</s>	<\|message\|>Taidana Wakahisa Tai smiled as the girl got off of the rock pile she was sitting on and responded to him, respectfully putting her phone back in her pocket. He didn't get to see her face that well when it was buried in her phone, but now that it wasn't he could see she was quite attractive."...that is like, half the population of Japan." She joked. Her voice was nice. It was a polite tone, but still one that carried a small amount of fun. Tai laughed, a little awkwardly, at her comment. Trying to describe his father to her further would end in the same stuff. It was kinda funny how generic his father was. Just another business man, he supposed, but ah well, what could ya do? "But, apologies. I have not seen your father." She said. There was a pause for some reason Tai honestly didn't know, and she looked from side to side. Oh god was he being boring or something? Did she not want to talk to him? Maybe she was looking out for more pokemon or whatever to tame and/or run from? Tai prayed it was the last one. Which reminded him, he needed to see if she had the same demon as him. If they were all as easy to take down as his, than he was sure pretty much everything would be back to normal soon. If some teenager could take down one of 'em, guns would do the trick with ease. "Uhm... I-I would not mind helping you look, Wakahisa. I...well, travelling alone doesn't seem like the best idea right now, does it? I mean...with those things around, right?" She asked/offered to Tai, fidgeting and stuttering and pausing in a surprisingly cute manner. Oh god, she wanted to help him? "H-huh, hm, really? Thaaaaaaanks..." He stuttered, rocking on the balls of his feet as he thought of what to say. "What's your thi-demon, what's you demon like? Mine's, um, he's like a little red guy, with like a ponytail braid thing. And he's really to the point about stuff, and uh... Stuff." He paused, looking around for an out of this obviously awkward and horrendous conversation. Luckily, another person was approaching, and this time it wasn't a cute girl. "Hey look another person let's go talk to them." Tai mumbled, trying to be loud enough for her to hear even though honestly all he wanted right now was to not speak at all and to go somewhere else. Tai walked briskly up to the new guy. He looked a tad bit older, probably a class or two above him in school. "Hi, sir, do you have demons?" Tai asked, before quickly realizing what he said. "I mean do you have them in your phone? Well, like, do you have..." Tai paused as he grabbed his phone to see what the app was called. "Cortensia. Do you have that app on your phone?"</s>
<\|description\|>Taidana Wakahisa Age: 16 Gender: Male Personality: Taidana is kind of a loser. He is quite lazy, simply walking through life at a lackadaisical pace whenever possible. He is horrid at making decisions for himself, and is quite naive. His awkward charm is accentuated by his clumsiness when not focused, and his forgetfulness. He dislikes acknowledging his past mistakes, particularly those relating to romance. This is not because he is super narcissistic, but he does believe most if not all relationship issues aren't his fault. He is a tad selfish and thinks most often of himself before others. He is overall, quite childlike, and although he never tries to be mean, he does so accidentally sometimes. Tai has a variety of interests. He plays the bass guitar very frequently, and is even in a small local band. He's decent enough, having worked at it for a year or two. Something he's much more of a savant at is fighting. Despite minimal training, he has been labeled as "best fighter in school" by most of the people who know him. This is probably due to his propensity of getting in fights to try and defend women, whether they need it or not. His favorite musical genre is western rock, punk, and alternative, even if he can't understand the words. He plays retro games on and off. Biography: Taidana was the middle child of two rich parents. Though they did spoil him often, as with their other two children, they wanted him to have a relatively normal life. They sent him to public school. There he occasionally got into fights, and accrued a small gaggle of friends. With these friends, he formed a band to gain popularity. He even got into a relationship that sadly ended in a rough break up. Soon after, he had to leave due his father accepting a business opportunity. Once at his new school, he again joined a band, forgetting all about his previous school and girlfriend. Strength: He's a great fighter. Weakness: He's kind of an idiot. Demons: Main:* Obariyon Reserves:* None Weapon: Due to the suddenness of the situation, all he has on him is his bass. If he were to get home to his brother's sword collection though... Other: In case you couldn't tell, he's heavily based on Scott Pilgrim, the titular character of the graphic novel series, and movie.</s> <\|message\|>Keiko Yamada ~Keiko Yamada~ "H-huh, hm, really? Thaaaaaaanks...What's your thi-demon, what's you demon like? Mine's, um, he's like a little red guy, with like a ponytail braid thing. And he's really to the point about stuff, and uh... Stuff." So he did have one. She ignored his stuttering and his seemingly uncomfortable state. Then it was likely this 'Cortensia' app was installed on more than just one phone, and had aided in the survival of other people too. She didn't know if that was good or bad. Still, it seemed as this Taidana person would be easy enough to...persuade, to do what she wanted. At least, long enough for her to get a bit more info out of them before leaving him for dead with a horde of demons. However, before she got to answer his question, he suddenly turned his attention from her, to another person. "Hey look another person let's go talk to them." How utterly rude. Here she was, a helpless looking girl and he just decided someone else was more important. She supposed though, having a third person here was probably a good idea. She turned her head towards the person in question. He looked to be an older man. He looked old enough to be in college - or at least in his last year of highschool. He was carrying a rather large looking metal pipe too - where he had gotten it she didn't know, but it looked like he at least knew roughly how to use it. Perhaps though, it might be better to keep Taidana away from any outside influences. At least, until she had a good handle on her new...'friend'. "Are you sure that is a good idea? I mean, they might be-" Before she could finish her sentence, however, Taidana had already walked over to the other man. It was no use in pretending like they didn't see him and leave now, so she'd make the best of it. She followed Taidana quietly, giving the man a brief once over as he spoke to the other boy. Taidana really had no idea how to eloquently choose his words, did he? She inwardly sighed, though she outwardly gave the man a friendly smile. Well, that is until another quake started. He was pretty sure that he had said something about having it, but now wasn't the time. Odd portals began opening around the three of them. Demons spilled from them, like some sort of rift in the fabric of reality was connecting them to hell. Not only that, the dead rose and shoved the impossibly heavy debris off of them. Well, perhaps now was a chance she could get some Macca...and some information on if she could possibly tame these demons... A beep from her phone however, got her attention. The Cortensia App activated, displaying a warning - something about demons being detected and activated the summoning app. Well, looks like she was going to have to deal with that pest then, but she didn't seem to have much of a choice. The Pixie was summoned from a beam of light that came from her phone. Another thing the Cortensia app was probably letting the phone do. Seconds later, the Pixie was fully summoned, sporting her same blue dress and wings flapping slowly as she floated. "Aww, I was having a nice nap mistress~" She yawned, but turned around immediately as she saw the zombies and other things around them. "Ooh! Looks like we get to fight, right?" She asked, giving Keiko a more than friendly smile. "L-looks that way." She stuttered. She was certain she could easily handle these enemies by herself, but she had an act to keep up in front of the boys. "Alright! Pixie ready for combat! Lets kick these guys butts!" The pixie struck a little fighting pose, placing herself between Keiko and the demons. "U-uhm, I'm not too good with this whole fighting thing." She quietly said to Taidana and Daisuke, feigning being scared of the demons. "I do not even have a weapon of anything on me. I-it was a miracle I beat that thing in the first place." She was glad the Pixie seemed to not note the change in her personality. If she did, then she didn't say anything. Perhaps she could be useful, after all...</s> <\|message\|>Oswald Rothschild A silence filled the air much like before after oswalds first encounter with these mysterious demons. His cut, sliced hand slowly gripped the handle of the front door, turning and opening it up, and in turn Oswald felt a warm yet icey cold breeze sink into his skin, as all that could be seen of the ruinous Akiba were corpses, fire and blood plastered over every car, window and lamp. The death like sombre serenity of muffled screams set the mans mind at ease, as he strolled nonchalantly away from the house onward toward the direction of the breeze. He slowly crept his hand into his pocket and checked the phone, examining the contents of what it had available. "Demon summoning... A store...? Who bestowed this little treat to me, hmm? The ability to summon demons... To gain power and rip my foes asunder... I could get away with murder... Much more easily anyway~" Oswald twisted his expression once more into an arrogant smirk, before he let out a small chuckle and shoved the phone back into his pocket, what a joy it was to him, now he could do what hes always wanted to do and without anyone being able to stop him, it was like his prayers were answered, the years of torment, abuse and ridicule all led up to now, how could he contain his excitement? Oswald gripped onto the bloody knife tightly in his left hand and slowly approached the inner city of Akiba all while his blade sunk slowly into the palm of his right hand, the squelching sound of flesh and skin slipping apart from the pressure of his blade sent massive amounts of pain through his hand like a vibration, causing him to wince and tear up, the long haired demon summoner beginning to weep into his jacket, but at the same time, the man laughed, it was simply amazing... A squeel knocked him out of his maddening stupor as he immediately removed the knife and glared around himself, until he spotted what looked to be a young male fleeing from a horde of zombie like creatures, no more than three, but still a threat to the boy, and without somebody to save him, there was no doubt he was as good as dead. Oswald flashed the knife and gripped the phone inside of his pocket and used the touch screen capabilities to summon forth the Jack the ripper demon, a smile on his face as the summoning worked according to what he had predicted. "Aaah, just as I thought... Alright, little man... Those zombies chasing after that weak poppet... We're going to slaughter them with our own hands~ MOVE IT!" Oswald shoving his demon ahead as the two quickly broke into a run, dashing down the alleyway that the defenseless human had ran down, it didnt take long for both jack the ripper and Oswald to reach their foes as Oswald quickly snatched one of the Zombies by the frail hair upon their head and janked them back, making the zombie groan as it collapsed against the cold bloody ground, but before it could even act, Oswalds knife had already lodged itself inside of its neck, and had completely sliced through the weak rotten flesh, effectively decapitating it after several swings of his sharp blade, causing a disgusting gargling sound to echo as its blood squirted from the open hole in its neck, the first zombie having let out its last decaying breath. Jack the ripper, ahead of oswald cackled as madly as his master, before it sank one of its razor blade like knives into both their legs, causing both undead to fall on their faces. With one preoccupied by jack the ripper as it hopped onto a zombies back and happily sliced away at its victim, Oswald jumped merrily ontop of the zombie with a giggle and applies his heavy boots pressure into the skull of the other undead and quickly cracked the undeads skull beneath his boots, like a watermelon being crushed with a hammer, both Oswald and jack had slayed their foes, and all that remained was finding the boy, however that would have to wait. In a street at the end of the alleyway, he heard the voices of more demons, along with humans and went to investigate, finding the other heroes in Akibas streets ready to combat against a zombie horde, with jack the ripper still summoned. The other characters would notice the bloody tall man exit from the alleyway, knife in hand, as he effortlessly sunk the blade into the zombies face and cleaved its head from the jaw in half, sending the zombie onto its back to further decay from its second death. Oswald simply stood there, smiling gently as his vision turned toward Keiko, blood drenching half his face, his knife twitching in his grasp and a gentle but creepy and raspy voice spoke to her, sending the feeling of worms crawling her her spine... He looked uninterested in the carnage around him, as if the zombies and the blood drenching him were non existent as if the new world and his visage blended shockingly well together, one thing to note was that his eyes werent normal... its hard to explain... But they didnt look right, they looked emotionless, hollow and for lack of a better word... Dangerous. A thin smile rested on his bruised and battered face, his knife loosely by his side, dripping fresh with the undeads blood... "Hello... You wouldnt have happened to have seen my darling son anywhere... Have you?"</s>	<\|message\|>Taidana Wakahisa Tai laughed awkwardly as the man in front of him joked about his poorly phrased question. "Well, I'd think we all have skeletons in our closet by this point in time. Yeah, I've got the app-" He said, nodding his head. Unfortunately he was cut short by another earthquake. "Wha- Another quake? You're kidding, right?" the man asked, taking the words right out of Tai's mouth. Then, as Tai was stumbling and trying to straighten himself, the corpses of the people killed by the quakes started moving the rocks and such off of them, and more demons appeared. Tai's phone was already out, so he noticed the beep fairly easily. 'WARNING' in big red all-caps text appeared on his screen, probably to tell him if someone was trying to ambush them. Then a 'demon summoning protocol' started. Once again his red friend popped up, though this time it seemed to not want to kill him. "Huh? Oh, we're fighting now. Cool." Obarion said, taking a battle stance. Tai looked at the other two demons the people around him had summoned. Some fairy thing that could fly, and a wolf beast monster with a club. He felt like he kinda got the short end of the stick about the whole demon thing. The girl got a flying demon, a very helpful ability, and the man got a cool beast man with a weapon. He got a short red suction cup demon. Ah well, he was sure his demon could hold his own. "U-uhm, I'm not too good with this whole fighting thing. I do not even have a weapon of anything on me. I-it was a miracle I beat that thing in the first place." The girl stuttered. Tai grinned. Sure he couldn't talk to girls, but beating things up for girls was like the opposite of talking to girls. Although he didn't speak, it was obvious in his expression that he was ready for a brawl. But before he could commence wrecking these zombies' days and making contracts with all the demons, a creepy dude stepped out of an alleyway nearby. He held a knife stained with blood, from a zombie he had just executed, and gave the girl this horrifyingly disturbing stare. Tai didn't like him. "Hello... You wouldnt have happened to have seen my darling son anywhere... Have you?" Creepy man asked, presumably to the girl. "No, we haven't." Tai said firmly, gripping his guitar in as threatening a manner you could hold one. He stepped in between the girl and the creepy man, knocking a zombie out of the way with his guitar to get there. He didn't bother to see if it was dead before glaring at the creepy man.</s>
<\|description\|>Taidana Wakahisa Age: 16 Gender: Male Personality: Taidana is kind of a loser. He is quite lazy, simply walking through life at a lackadaisical pace whenever possible. He is horrid at making decisions for himself, and is quite naive. His awkward charm is accentuated by his clumsiness when not focused, and his forgetfulness. He dislikes acknowledging his past mistakes, particularly those relating to romance. This is not because he is super narcissistic, but he does believe most if not all relationship issues aren't his fault. He is a tad selfish and thinks most often of himself before others. He is overall, quite childlike, and although he never tries to be mean, he does so accidentally sometimes. Tai has a variety of interests. He plays the bass guitar very frequently, and is even in a small local band. He's decent enough, having worked at it for a year or two. Something he's much more of a savant at is fighting. Despite minimal training, he has been labeled as "best fighter in school" by most of the people who know him. This is probably due to his propensity of getting in fights to try and defend women, whether they need it or not. His favorite musical genre is western rock, punk, and alternative, even if he can't understand the words. He plays retro games on and off. Biography: Taidana was the middle child of two rich parents. Though they did spoil him often, as with their other two children, they wanted him to have a relatively normal life. They sent him to public school. There he occasionally got into fights, and accrued a small gaggle of friends. With these friends, he formed a band to gain popularity. He even got into a relationship that sadly ended in a rough break up. Soon after, he had to leave due his father accepting a business opportunity. Once at his new school, he again joined a band, forgetting all about his previous school and girlfriend. Strength: He's a great fighter. Weakness: He's kind of an idiot. Demons: Main:* Obariyon Reserves:* None Weapon: Due to the suddenness of the situation, all he has on him is his bass. If he were to get home to his brother's sword collection though... Other: In case you couldn't tell, he's heavily based on Scott Pilgrim, the titular character of the graphic novel series, and movie.</s> <\|message\|>Gentaro Matsunaga (or Matsunaga Gentaro as we're kinda in japan) "Damn!" exclaimed Gentaro after the new quake. The man was breathing heavily yet it wasn't because of the running, in fact, he was proud of having a strong physical condition thus this was no different than jogging. He was tired due to the chain of events, the surprise and fear had greatly affected his focus and resistance, thankfully his hidden store was close as he installed it in Akiba as the city was perfect for business not only in the legal side but also illegal. Hmm? What's this?... Wondered the bulky man as he saw a considerable number of people in front of his office. Clients? Never seen this many before. Don't tell me it's because of the monsters… Thought the man while looking at the small crowd. On the legal side he was supposedly an accountant, he doubted that many people were interested in dealing with economic issues in a time like this, the logic conclusion was that these were people who knew about his real job or at least had heard the rumors and held a small glint of hope to find something to defend themselves with. The man carefully surrounded the crowd trying to not be noticed, he would use the back entrance yet he couldn't hide a smile that drew on his face. Simply excellent, never had that many clients before, perhaps is a good time to leave this shitty country, it's falling apart after all. Thought while entering the building. What Gentaro called his storehouse was a very big basement within the two stores building which composed his office and whole business department in general. He opened the door only to be received by an avalanche of desperate people, skilled as he was the man managed to calm them down, it was just as he thought, they were seeking for weapons. It wasn't an easy task to gather them hence the price was often expensive, even with that, the number of clients and his experience told him that it was the best idea to lower it a bit, after all the profit will be considerable. Although he used the basement to keep the weapons he had a few hidden in the office and thus the first sales went smoothly, it was the first time he sold weapons openly as if this were to be any common drug store, for a moment it felt weird but he ignored the feeling, he would had even forgotten the whole chaos weren't by the fact the fearful clients talk about it in despair. "I… I was too assaulted by one of these things… I've never run too much before in my life!" "I was lucky I could beat that thing, but is now stuck in my cellphone, what's going on?" "Is the end of the world I tell you, these are demons, this is the judgement day!!!" And like that the men talked and talked. "Quiet!" Exclaimed as one of the desperate men demanded a handgun. "That's 60.000 yen, I'll only accept the full cash." Said with a stern tone, the man replied with a complain, a excuse and a promise of giving him the rest of the money later. "If there is no money then there is no weapon, good luck being ripped apart by the monsters" said without changing his expression. Out of madness the client decided it was better to attack him and take the guns themselves, in fact many agreed and weren't to be by the fact that Gentaro arrived at time they would had probably broke in the store and steal all for them. However, the client committed a mistake, he was dealing with a man made for the job. For a moment they all went speechless as the aggressive client lied now in the floor groaning in pain while grabbing his leg. Smoke poured from a gun held in Gentaro's right arm, the same one he used to shot him in the leg. "As I said, if there is no money get outta here" said with a calm yet threatening tone. Things flew smoothly after that as no one tried to assault him again. As expected, the weapons he had in the office had been now all handled. Gentaro exhaled his cigarette's smoke and said "Wait there, I'll go for more weapons" The clients again revolted yet the only click of Gentaro's gun calmed them down. Tch! I really hate disorder thought while heading to his basement. The man pressed his hand against the knob and immediately felt that something was wrong. It was cold, extremely cold. He closed his eyes for a second readying for whatever was waiting for him inside and then opened it.</s> <\|message\|>Daisuke Takeda Akiba Streets Daisuke sighed and massaged his forehead as he watched Oswald let loose, unleashing carnage left and right. That was definitely someone who wasn't right in the head... Not by any moral standards. The man reminded Daisuke more of a crazed beast than an actual human, which, given the situation, was surprisingly fitting. At the moment, though, it seemed he... Or it... Was on their side. "Well, I guess in a world filled with killing a serial killer's probably your best bet. Or something like that." he said, vaulting over a pile of debris with his pole to dropkick a pixie in the face. it felt mean, beating up something small and so humanoid, but it was better than the death that awaited them if they didn't. Looking around at the remaining adversaries, Daisuke noticed another demon reforming from a portal in the ground. That wasn't a good sign; the portals had to be destroyed for the demons to stop barreling down at them. Making his way over to the nearest portal (which just so happened to be a few feet away), Daisuke noticed the portal's origin was a cell phone- probably one of the deceased's, if anything. Smashing his pole into it, the portal quickly dissipated. So the demons were bound to the phones, then? Looking around once more, Daisuke noted that their numbers hadn't really thinned, minus the ones that Oswald and his friend were hacking and slashing at. His hypothesis was probably wrong, then; he could destroy the phones, yes, but the demons had to go by force. Pleasant. Not. "Hey, smash the cells under the portals!" he shouted to the people near him. "It'll stop the number of enemies from growing any larger!" Gentaro's Shop As the door opened wider, an abnormal sight would meet his eyes- about thirty or so demons, white bodied and all with blue hats and incredibly goofy smiles, messing around in his storage room. They seemed to pay Gentaro no mind, instead opting to spend their time messing around in the now fully frozen over room. "Hee-ho! This place is pretty interesting, isn't it, ho?" one of the demons asked another, who seemed to be examining an assault rifle in its hands. "Hee-hee! I'd say so! And all of these toys are pretty interesting too!" it responded, shaking the gun around before putting it back in its former position. "Ho, but I really wish that the King was here. He'd definitely know what to do now, ho!"</s>	<\|message\|>Taidana Wakahisa Tai frowned a little as the man displayed some harsh truths. "You know, even if you can't fight now, you'll have to eventually. Relying on us is fine for now, but don't become dead weight in the future, alright?" he said. Tai had to reluctantly agree. Eventually something would happen that would force her to fight, he was sure. That was just how things worked, especially now that the world seemed to have become some weird pokemon cellphone simulator. "Well, what are you waiting for? I can only do so much on my own!" the man said. Oh, yeah, he wasn't really doing the fighting he said he was going to. All he had done currently was defend the girl against a human, not even one of the demons. With a huff, he began whacking at zombies, not really paying attention to the crazy man who was laughing, condescending, and destroying foes with them. Tai honestly didn't care what he said if he was helping them, but as soon as he turned on them, that creepy douche was getting a bass to the face. He did catch the creepy dude's name though, Rothschild. Something foreign. Huh. An odd cackle, not one made by any of his current teammates, distracted him. Another demon, controlled by Roths if the way he was commanding and screaming at it was any indication. He even gave the murderous beast a cute name, Jack. Yeah, he should probably give Obariyon a name too... His distraction provided hazardous, as a zombie girl had sneaked up on him and scratched at him, leaving a wound not very deep, but still a little painful. "Agh, shit!" Tai yelped, before whacking it upside then head, generating a guitar strum and a sickening crack. "Ooh. That musta hurt. Now I feel bad." Tai said, giving the corpse a quick mournful glance and a frown before continuing to hit stuff. The exact same amount of stuff as before, actually. Tai sighed. This was getting nowhere! It seemed that they hadn't made much of a dent in the enemy forces. He huffed again before looking over at Obariyon. "Hey, dude, let's pick it up! If you help me win, I'll give you a cool name, okay?" Tai bartered. Obariyon shrugged before beginning to attack the enemy with his master. With a quick leap, Obariyon got himself around what Tai's phone identified as a 'kobold' and restrained it with his suction cupped hands It was another one of those demons that the man had, the only difference being the kobold was attacking them, instead of other demons. Tai took this opportunity to murderize it with his guitar. A few bludgeoning blows, and the demon zapped out of existence. His phone notified him that he had gotten some 'macca'. "Huh? Macca? I thought enemies were supposed to explode into coins..." But his videogame related tangent was cut short by the man recommending them a strategy. "Hey, smash the cells under the portals! It'll stop the number of enemies from growing any larger!" He said. Oh, so they were respawning. Tai was confused as to how little progress he had made, but it made a little more sense now. "You heard 'im, Obariyon! Let's get those cellphones!" Tai yelled. Obariyon just sighed at his master's enthusiasm and followed him into battle as they carved there way through to another cellphone to break.</s>
<\|description\|>Taidana Wakahisa Age: 16 Gender: Male Personality: Taidana is kind of a loser. He is quite lazy, simply walking through life at a lackadaisical pace whenever possible. He is horrid at making decisions for himself, and is quite naive. His awkward charm is accentuated by his clumsiness when not focused, and his forgetfulness. He dislikes acknowledging his past mistakes, particularly those relating to romance. This is not because he is super narcissistic, but he does believe most if not all relationship issues aren't his fault. He is a tad selfish and thinks most often of himself before others. He is overall, quite childlike, and although he never tries to be mean, he does so accidentally sometimes. Tai has a variety of interests. He plays the bass guitar very frequently, and is even in a small local band. He's decent enough, having worked at it for a year or two. Something he's much more of a savant at is fighting. Despite minimal training, he has been labeled as "best fighter in school" by most of the people who know him. This is probably due to his propensity of getting in fights to try and defend women, whether they need it or not. His favorite musical genre is western rock, punk, and alternative, even if he can't understand the words. He plays retro games on and off. Biography: Taidana was the middle child of two rich parents. Though they did spoil him often, as with their other two children, they wanted him to have a relatively normal life. They sent him to public school. There he occasionally got into fights, and accrued a small gaggle of friends. With these friends, he formed a band to gain popularity. He even got into a relationship that sadly ended in a rough break up. Soon after, he had to leave due his father accepting a business opportunity. Once at his new school, he again joined a band, forgetting all about his previous school and girlfriend. Strength: He's a great fighter. Weakness: He's kind of an idiot. Demons: Main:* Obariyon Reserves:* None Weapon: Due to the suddenness of the situation, all he has on him is his bass. If he were to get home to his brother's sword collection though... Other: In case you couldn't tell, he's heavily based on Scott Pilgrim, the titular character of the graphic novel series, and movie.</s> <\|message\|>Keiko Yamada ~Keiko Yamada~ Keiko watched in a mix of annoyance and displeasure as Oswald ripped through the zombies rather easily. She had to admit, the animal was good at what he did - which was kill things. Now, if she could tame the beast...he could be a very useful little tool. The thought caused her to smirk a bit. Her own, personal little guard-dog. Now, that, was an idea she could get behind. She'd have to be careful though, unless she wanted to end up one of his victims. A thought for later, anyways. "Aaah... Children... Your savior has cleared you a path... Obey and go destroy them now... I'l watch~" Soon though, he had cleared a path for them. Most of the demons were easily dispatched, and Keiko made her move. While the Pixie fended off the last of the demons, She reached the cellphone. With a loud stomp, she brought her foot down on it, crushing it and closing the portal in one swift motion. Well, that was much easier than she thought it was going to be. She got a little rough up in the process, but she learned her pest of a demon could heal. That would be useful. For her, at least. She had no intention of blabbing that to the others... Keiko made her way back over to the others, not bothering to put away her Pixie, who decided to take up a residency sitting on her shoulder for the moment. She looked at the others - they seemed to have fared well enough. "Fighting aside, I'd like it if we could figure out a plan of action. Self introductions can come later... After we get to a place where demons won't murder us and stuff. Anyone have any ideas about where to go? I'd rather not bust into a building here, though..." The man said. He had a point. Standing around talking like this was probably a bad idea. More demons would probably pop up, soon enough. Going into one of these unstable buildings...well, she was fairly sure that was better than standing out here, even if it meant that the building was unstable. "My house would probably be to far from here... I don't have the keys to my dad's new shop... I dunno, do any of you guys have ideas? Oh, and does anyone have any tape?" Tai commented, asking for some tape. Really, in a time like this? How idiotic. They had more worries other than his precious guitar for the moment. Like not getting mauled by the demons. Before she could comment, however the...creature spoke. "Everyone else is dying, why does it matter where we go? Break into a random store, and stay inside until we can think about what to do! Poor kids out there, probably doing the same thing, the smart little tyke..." ...she couldn't believe she was agreeing with him. It would be better to get inside, rather than stay out here after all. Off the streets and into some place they could defend themselves and lay low for a bit, until they could find another plan of action. With a sigh, Keiko finally replied. "U-uhm, thank you for clearing out those demons." She said to the psychotic man, a bit nervously. "I do think your idea is b-best..." She quietly continued, shuffling a bit uncomfortably on the spot in fake discomfort as she voiced her opinion. "Standing out in the open is obviously bad, is it not? It would be better to head indoors and then think about a further plan of action while we lay low, for a bit." Despite her being a notorious liar and manipulator, she was being truthful in thanking him for clearing a path. She very well knew when thanks was due, even to some pleb like that beast of a human. Though, really she just wanted a place to lay low for a bit to collect her own thoughts, and gauge how much control she could potentially have over this little group of boys. Tai would be easy, probably. The other, was going to be difficult for sure, but the...creature was a complete mystery.</s> <\|message\|>Daisuke Takeda Daisuke nodded at everyone's responses before sighing, his shoulders drooping down in defeat. It didn't seem like cared much for formalities and property, but given the situation it was kind of understandable. Picking up his pole, Daisuke walked over to the nearest storefront; the metal shutters seemed to have bee cracked in multiple places, so Daisuke wedged his weapon into one of them and began to push down. The thin metal that made up the shutter slowly but surely gave way, though it found itself wanting to close soon after. How irritating that was. Carefully using his pole as a support for the shutters, Daisuke began moving some of the nearby debris into the gap, prying it open even further. The pole would probably be necessary to keep the thing open, which meant he was now without a weapon. "Alright, guess we can duck in here for a while." he said, beckoning the others as he attempted to turn on the lights. Sadly, the electricity seemed to be out, which meant that nothing was going on anytime soon. Looking around at the store a bit more, Daisuke soon found that it was an electronics store... Which, to be fair, didn't change much at all. The computer monitors that would normally be on display had found themselves shattered on the floor, and the towers had for the most part been crushed by debris. It was probably dangerous to walk down the display aisles, but on the upside there seemed to be an area for computer accessories that didn't have as much dangerous stuff lying around. "Dang, what a shame. The stuff here actually looks pretty expensive..." he muttered as he wandered deeper into the store. If he was lucky, maybe he could find something useful... Like a solar charger or food. Or maybe another weapon. Any of those would work, really.</s>	<\|message\|>Taidana Wakahisa Tai shivered a little as Rothschild eyeballed him. That creepy man... he was enough to make Tai's skin crawl. Covered in monster's blood, it reminded him of a serial killer. Rothschild talked about his state of living, probably trying to get some sympathy. "I unfortunately don't have a place of residence anymore... Destroyed, the demons... Poor Childs out there all alone, and without his daddy to care for him... aaah... It's horrible, I tell you~! Oh, and don't look at me like that... I'm just a worthless jobless father who's having a bad day... Yes, I have anger issues, but i'm not a bad guy~ I just have my ... days..." He said. Tai didn't care what this dude said, he wouldn't believe it for a second. He was enjoying that bout a little too much. Tai found it boring, he wanted a fight, and zombie's didn't provide a challenge, and would keep attacking until you offed them. Rothschild relished in it though. It wasn't the fight, it was the kill. Tai was surprised how much he could intuit about the man. Normally, he couldn't read people at all. He guessed he just needed the motivation or something. Rothschild calmed a bit, still laughing a little, but now trying to get his hands free of blood, and talking in a more even voice. Didn't mean his voice was less unnerving though. "Everyone else is dying, why does it matter where we go? Break into a random store, and stay inside until we can think about what to do! Poor kids out there, probably doing the same thing, the smart little tyke..." He said. Tai wasn't sure. Maybe those people were still alive, and Tai was sure he wouldn't want his shop busted into. But then, the cute girl also agreed. "I do think your idea is b-best... Standing out in the open is obviously bad, is it not? It would be better to head indoors and then think about a further plan of action while we lay low, for a bit." Yeah, maybe she was right... With a sigh of resignation, the man busted open a store front. An electronics store, judging by all the computers and stuff now broken on the floor. Tai followed his lead and entered. The electricity was cut by the tremors, judging by the lack of lights. The man wandered deeper into the store, but Tai decided to check out the checkout counter. There was a possibility they had some form of tape or something in the drawers behind there. "I'm gonna see if I can find anything to repair my bass with. Can't fight with a broken weapon, right?" He told the others, as he started opening up a drawer and skimming through it.</s>
<\|description\|>Keiko Yamada Age: 16 Gender: Female Personality: At first, Keiko would seem to be a friendly person, if a bit Aloof. She speaks very formally to most people, and is usually quite civil in her tone of voice, even to those she doesn't like - which is usually everyone. She hides her disdain for other people quite well, usually though, unless under extreme pressure or circumstances. Under her calm and friendly, but aloof exterior...to put bluntly is a spoiled little princess who thinks she's better than everyone. She has no time for the 'common' folk, and she always looks after number one - herself. Arrogant and condescending, she really is not someone most people would want to associate with. As such, she has...well, problems making and keeping so called 'friends'. Because of this, she is quite the actress and can easily fool people into thinking she actually cares. In other words, she's quite the manipulative little girl. If given the chance, she would probably always chose herself over someone else - at least not without a lot of persuasion. She believes herself to be the best - and as such, she's not going to let any stupid little 'demon' kill her. While not used to fighting in physical fights, she's definitely not going down without one if she has her say in things. Biography: The daughter of a wealthy businessman, she has had a fairly easy life growing up. That's not to say she had money - her father always restricted the amount she had access too, and did his best not to spoil her. It would have worked, if not for her mother who considered nothing to be too good for her. She let her daughter have everything she wanted. Needless to say, this led to quite a few...clashes between her parents, and eventually they ended up getting divorced when she was 10. By then though, she had already become quite the...crafty little girl. Manipulation, and getting what she wanted while making others take the blame and making herself look completely innocent was...she made being a con artist into an art, and looked good while doing it. She also took an interest in various fields of study - she wanted to be the best at everything she applied herself too, and that included all academics. Strength: - Quite intelligent - can keep her cool in most situations. - quick learner Weakness: - Prideful - not exactly the most trusting person. - once her calm demeanor is broken...weeel, her temper is a force to be reckoned with. - not so physically strong Demons: Currently using: Pixie Reserve: N/A Weapon: Just her purse. Used for slapping things upside the head. Not terribly effective. Other: N/A</s> <\|message\|>Daisuke Takeda Daisuke tensed up as the man shoved his phone in his face, shaking his head no as he moved to go take a seat near an area relatively clear of debris. "I'm just as lost as your are on this. Sorry I'm not of any help." he sighed, pulling out his phone and looking at the Cortensia app. Just as the man had (kind of rudely) shown him, he could access something akin to a list of demons, and through Kobold seemed to be the only thing on there right now the fact remained that what had just happened wasn't just an illusion... To say nothing of the fight he had found himself in and how damaged he was, of course. The fact that the man had seen the skirmish only further drove the point home- this wasn't the same Tokyo that he had been used to all his life. "On that note, though, I didn't really have much of a choice to fight. There was a giant metal sign blocking the way out, and I was boxed in. It was either fight or die..." he sighed, staring at his phone as he flipped through the options. "Given the way you look... You had to deal with something similar?" Standing up as he had regained enough energy, Daisuke took his pole and tested its weight a bit more. It was definitely a bit unwieldy, for sure... "Oh, I'm very sorry. I should introduce myself. I'm Daisuke Takeda, college student at Tokyo U... Though, given the circumstances, that's probably not very important." he said, bowing to the man. "I... I'm honestly not sure what to do now, actually. School's probably closed due to the earthquakes, and all the dead bodies means that the people at the hospitals nearby must be busy as all hell..."</s> <\|message\|>Gentaro Matsunaga (or Matsunaga Gentaro as we're kinda in japan) "Tch, we have no idea of what's going on huh?" Said Gentaro seemingly angry. He had known of chaos and violence before, once in the past he was part of a famous Yakuza group and had tasted and given violence, it was sickening, disgusting, hence why he decided to let others to do the dirty job, for he, to stay out of the scenery was more comfortable. However, this new chaos was inviting him into a disordered and disgusting violence once again. And for that he had to be ready... As soon as the boy introduced himself the man exclaimed "I don't care 'bout your name brat. School? Why do you even think on that now? Listen we'll exchange numbers, I'll rather avoid becoming acquaintance of a kid but you beat one of these things and have the application. Who knows what'll happen now?" After exchanging numbers Gentaro turned his back to him, he had to reach his storehouse, with a gun without ammo he had no chance to survive if one of these creatures showed up again. Before finally leaving he said to Daisuke. "By the way, this is hell, really, I've seen nasty stuff, but this is just carnage. Listen brat, go see your family, I can't guarantee they'll be alive but is better now or never." And then the man left the scene.</s> <\|message\|>Daisuke Takeda Daisuke nodded as he exchanged numbers with the rude man (labeling him as such on his phone) and watched silently as he walked away. He did have a point, though... But at the same time his parents lived in Kyoto. Though he would have liked to see them in person, a phone call would have to suffice for now. Quickly pulling up his father's cell phone number and dialing it, Daisuke bit his lip and hoped he could get a response. ... "The number you have dialed is curr-" Clicking his tongue, Daisuke immediately cut off the call and looked around. The man had already left by now, which meant he was alone in the middle of the carnage... Again. Looking around once more, he noticed another two people sitting around. At a distance, they seemed to be a bit younger than he was, but it didn't hurt to see if they were in the same situation as he was in. Brushing off whatever debris he could off of his clothes, Daisuke began to move towards the two. Maybe they had some more information than he or that other man did.</s> <\|message\|>Taidana Wakahisa Tai smiled as the girl got off of the rock pile she was sitting on and responded to him, respectfully putting her phone back in her pocket. He didn't get to see her face that well when it was buried in her phone, but now that it wasn't he could see she was quite attractive."...that is like, half the population of Japan." She joked. Her voice was nice. It was a polite tone, but still one that carried a small amount of fun. Tai laughed, a little awkwardly, at her comment. Trying to describe his father to her further would end in the same stuff. It was kinda funny how generic his father was. Just another business man, he supposed, but ah well, what could ya do? "But, apologies. I have not seen your father." She said. There was a pause for some reason Tai honestly didn't know, and she looked from side to side. Oh god was he being boring or something? Did she not want to talk to him? Maybe she was looking out for more pokemon or whatever to tame and/or run from? Tai prayed it was the last one. Which reminded him, he needed to see if she had the same demon as him. If they were all as easy to take down as his, than he was sure pretty much everything would be back to normal soon. If some teenager could take down one of 'em, guns would do the trick with ease. "Uhm... I-I would not mind helping you look, Wakahisa. I...well, travelling alone doesn't seem like the best idea right now, does it? I mean...with those things around, right?" She asked/offered to Tai, fidgeting and stuttering and pausing in a surprisingly cute manner. Oh god, she wanted to help him? "H-huh, hm, really? Thaaaaaaanks..." He stuttered, rocking on the balls of his feet as he thought of what to say. "What's your thi-demon, what's you demon like? Mine's, um, he's like a little red guy, with like a ponytail braid thing. And he's really to the point about stuff, and uh... Stuff." He paused, looking around for an out of this obviously awkward and horrendous conversation. Luckily, another person was approaching, and this time it wasn't a cute girl. "Hey look another person let's go talk to them." Tai mumbled, trying to be loud enough for her to hear even though honestly all he wanted right now was to not speak at all and to go somewhere else. Tai walked briskly up to the new guy. He looked a tad bit older, probably a class or two above him in school. "Hi, sir, do you have demons?" Tai asked, before quickly realizing what he said. "I mean do you have them in your phone? Well, like, do you have..." Tai paused as he grabbed his phone to see what the app was called. "Cortensia. Do you have that app on your phone?"</s> <\|message\|>Daisuke Takeda Daisuke was slightly taken aback at the boy's sudden question. He hadn't even introduced himself and the person had already asked him about demons and Cortensia. So they WERE in the same boat after all. "Well, I'd think we all have skeletons in our closet by this point in time." he joked before nodding his head yes. "Yeah, I've got the app-" he began before the ground started rumbling beneath them. "Wha- Another quake? You're kidding, right?" Daisuke asked in disbelief before taking note of all the corpses scattered around their feet. "Wait a second..." Almost as if on cue, portals began to appear from the bodies, bringing forth an assortment of demons like the one he had (and presumably what those two had) fought prior to their meeting. To make matters worse, the corpses themselves began to move, slowly moving what would be impossibly heavy debris off of their crippled bodies and moving to their feet. "Shit... Zombies?" he asked himself before pulling out his phone and pulling up the Cortensia app. Instead of the screen he had seen before, though, a large red "WARNING" sign appeared on his screen, followed soon after by a small message. "Enemies detected. Initializing demon summoning protocol..." A moment later, the Kobold he had bested earlier appeared from a beam that emanated from his cellphone. Since when could it do that? The Kobold stared at Daisuke for a moment before turning to the enemies coming at them. It had a small grin on its face, and though it was unsettling having the demon there now was beter than not. "We're fighting?" it asked, readying its cudgel for combat. "Seems that way."</s>	<\|message\|>Keiko Yamada "H-huh, hm, really? Thaaaaaaanks...What's your thi-demon, what's you demon like? Mine's, um, he's like a little red guy, with like a ponytail braid thing. And he's really to the point about stuff, and uh... Stuff." So he did have one. She ignored his stuttering and his seemingly uncomfortable state. Then it was likely this 'Cortensia' app was installed on more than just one phone, and had aided in the survival of other people too. She didn't know if that was good or bad. Still, it seemed as this Taidana person would be easy enough to...persuade, to do what she wanted. At least, long enough for her to get a bit more info out of them before leaving him for dead with a horde of demons. However, before she got to answer his question, he suddenly turned his attention from her, to another person. "Hey look another person let's go talk to them." How utterly rude. Here she was, a helpless looking girl and he just decided someone else was more important. She supposed though, having a third person here was probably a good idea. She turned her head towards the person in question. He looked to be an older man. He looked old enough to be in college - or at least in his last year of highschool. He was carrying a rather large looking metal pipe too - where he had gotten it she didn't know, but it looked like he at least knew roughly how to use it. Perhaps though, it might be better to keep Taidana away from any outside influences. At least, until she had a good handle on her new...'friend'. "Are you sure that is a good idea? I mean, they might be-" Before she could finish her sentence, however, Taidana had already walked over to the other man. It was no use in pretending like they didn't see him and leave now, so she'd make the best of it. She followed Taidana quietly, giving the man a brief once over as he spoke to the other boy. Taidana really had no idea how to eloquently choose his words, did he? She inwardly sighed, though she outwardly gave the man a friendly smile. Well, that is until another quake started. He was pretty sure that he had said something about having it, but now wasn't the time. Odd portals began opening around the three of them. Demons spilled from them, like some sort of rift in the fabric of reality was connecting them to hell. Not only that, the dead rose and shoved the impossibly heavy debris off of them. Well, perhaps now was a chance she could get some Macca...and some information on if she could possibly tame these demons... A beep from her phone however, got her attention. The Cortensia App activated, displaying a warning - something about demons being detected and activated the summoning app. Well, looks like she was going to have to deal with that pest then, but she didn't seem to have much of a choice. The Pixie was summoned from a beam of light that came from her phone. Another thing the Cortensia app was probably letting the phone do. Seconds later, the Pixie was fully summoned, sporting her same blue dress and wings flapping slowly as she floated. "Aww, I was having a nice nap mistress~" She yawned, but turned around immediately as she saw the zombies and other things around them. "Ooh! Looks like we get to fight, right?" She asked, giving Keiko a more than friendly smile. "L-looks that way." She stuttered. She was certain she could easily handle these enemies by herself, but she had an act to keep up in front of the boys. "Alright! Pixie ready for combat! Lets kick these guys butts!" The pixie struck a little fighting pose, placing herself between Keiko and the demons. "U-uhm, I'm not too good with this whole fighting thing." She quietly said to Taidana and Daisuke, feigning being scared of the demons. "I do not even have a weapon of anything on me. I-it was a miracle I beat that thing in the first place." She was glad the Pixie seemed to not note the change in her personality. If she did, then she didn't say anything. Perhaps she could be useful, after all...</s>
<\|description\|>Keiko Yamada Age: 16 Gender: Female Personality: At first, Keiko would seem to be a friendly person, if a bit Aloof. She speaks very formally to most people, and is usually quite civil in her tone of voice, even to those she doesn't like - which is usually everyone. She hides her disdain for other people quite well, usually though, unless under extreme pressure or circumstances. Under her calm and friendly, but aloof exterior...to put bluntly is a spoiled little princess who thinks she's better than everyone. She has no time for the 'common' folk, and she always looks after number one - herself. Arrogant and condescending, she really is not someone most people would want to associate with. As such, she has...well, problems making and keeping so called 'friends'. Because of this, she is quite the actress and can easily fool people into thinking she actually cares. In other words, she's quite the manipulative little girl. If given the chance, she would probably always chose herself over someone else - at least not without a lot of persuasion. She believes herself to be the best - and as such, she's not going to let any stupid little 'demon' kill her. While not used to fighting in physical fights, she's definitely not going down without one if she has her say in things. Biography: The daughter of a wealthy businessman, she has had a fairly easy life growing up. That's not to say she had money - her father always restricted the amount she had access too, and did his best not to spoil her. It would have worked, if not for her mother who considered nothing to be too good for her. She let her daughter have everything she wanted. Needless to say, this led to quite a few...clashes between her parents, and eventually they ended up getting divorced when she was 10. By then though, she had already become quite the...crafty little girl. Manipulation, and getting what she wanted while making others take the blame and making herself look completely innocent was...she made being a con artist into an art, and looked good while doing it. She also took an interest in various fields of study - she wanted to be the best at everything she applied herself too, and that included all academics. Strength: - Quite intelligent - can keep her cool in most situations. - quick learner Weakness: - Prideful - not exactly the most trusting person. - once her calm demeanor is broken...weeel, her temper is a force to be reckoned with. - not so physically strong Demons: Currently using: Pixie Reserve: N/A Weapon: Just her purse. Used for slapping things upside the head. Not terribly effective. Other: N/A</s> <\|message\|>Daisuke Takeda Akiba Streets Daisuke sighed and massaged his forehead as he watched Oswald let loose, unleashing carnage left and right. That was definitely someone who wasn't right in the head... Not by any moral standards. The man reminded Daisuke more of a crazed beast than an actual human, which, given the situation, was surprisingly fitting. At the moment, though, it seemed he... Or it... Was on their side. "Well, I guess in a world filled with killing a serial killer's probably your best bet. Or something like that." he said, vaulting over a pile of debris with his pole to dropkick a pixie in the face. it felt mean, beating up something small and so humanoid, but it was better than the death that awaited them if they didn't. Looking around at the remaining adversaries, Daisuke noticed another demon reforming from a portal in the ground. That wasn't a good sign; the portals had to be destroyed for the demons to stop barreling down at them. Making his way over to the nearest portal (which just so happened to be a few feet away), Daisuke noticed the portal's origin was a cell phone- probably one of the deceased's, if anything. Smashing his pole into it, the portal quickly dissipated. So the demons were bound to the phones, then? Looking around once more, Daisuke noted that their numbers hadn't really thinned, minus the ones that Oswald and his friend were hacking and slashing at. His hypothesis was probably wrong, then; he could destroy the phones, yes, but the demons had to go by force. Pleasant. Not. "Hey, smash the cells under the portals!" he shouted to the people near him. "It'll stop the number of enemies from growing any larger!" Gentaro's Shop As the door opened wider, an abnormal sight would meet his eyes- about thirty or so demons, white bodied and all with blue hats and incredibly goofy smiles, messing around in his storage room. They seemed to pay Gentaro no mind, instead opting to spend their time messing around in the now fully frozen over room. "Hee-ho! This place is pretty interesting, isn't it, ho?" one of the demons asked another, who seemed to be examining an assault rifle in its hands. "Hee-hee! I'd say so! And all of these toys are pretty interesting too!" it responded, shaking the gun around before putting it back in its former position. "Ho, but I really wish that the King was here. He'd definitely know what to do now, ho!"</s> <\|message\|>Taidana Wakahisa Tai frowned a little as the man displayed some harsh truths. "You know, even if you can't fight now, you'll have to eventually. Relying on us is fine for now, but don't become dead weight in the future, alright?" he said. Tai had to reluctantly agree. Eventually something would happen that would force her to fight, he was sure. That was just how things worked, especially now that the world seemed to have become some weird pokemon cellphone simulator. "Well, what are you waiting for? I can only do so much on my own!" the man said. Oh, yeah, he wasn't really doing the fighting he said he was going to. All he had done currently was defend the girl against a human, not even one of the demons. With a huff, he began whacking at zombies, not really paying attention to the crazy man who was laughing, condescending, and destroying foes with them. Tai honestly didn't care what he said if he was helping them, but as soon as he turned on them, that creepy douche was getting a bass to the face. He did catch the creepy dude's name though, Rothschild. Something foreign. Huh. An odd cackle, not one made by any of his current teammates, distracted him. Another demon, controlled by Roths if the way he was commanding and screaming at it was any indication. He even gave the murderous beast a cute name, Jack. Yeah, he should probably give Obariyon a name too... His distraction provided hazardous, as a zombie girl had sneaked up on him and scratched at him, leaving a wound not very deep, but still a little painful. "Agh, shit!" Tai yelped, before whacking it upside then head, generating a guitar strum and a sickening crack. "Ooh. That musta hurt. Now I feel bad." Tai said, giving the corpse a quick mournful glance and a frown before continuing to hit stuff. The exact same amount of stuff as before, actually. Tai sighed. This was getting nowhere! It seemed that they hadn't made much of a dent in the enemy forces. He huffed again before looking over at Obariyon. "Hey, dude, let's pick it up! If you help me win, I'll give you a cool name, okay?" Tai bartered. Obariyon shrugged before beginning to attack the enemy with his master. With a quick leap, Obariyon got himself around what Tai's phone identified as a 'kobold' and restrained it with his suction cupped hands It was another one of those demons that the man had, the only difference being the kobold was attacking them, instead of other demons. Tai took this opportunity to murderize it with his guitar. A few bludgeoning blows, and the demon zapped out of existence. His phone notified him that he had gotten some 'macca'. "Huh? Macca? I thought enemies were supposed to explode into coins..." But his videogame related tangent was cut short by the man recommending them a strategy. "Hey, smash the cells under the portals! It'll stop the number of enemies from growing any larger!" He said. Oh, so they were respawning. Tai was confused as to how little progress he had made, but it made a little more sense now. "You heard 'im, Obariyon! Let's get those cellphones!" Tai yelled. Obariyon just sighed at his master's enthusiasm and followed him into battle as they carved there way through to another cellphone to break.</s>	<\|message\|>Keiko Yamada "You know, even if you can't fight now, you'll have to eventually. Relying on us is fine for now, but don't become dead weight in the future, alright?" Tsk. He was going to be a problem, wasn't he? Well, she would think on that later she had other rather, pressing concerns right now. Like trying to not become zombie food. But how exactly should she fight? She wasn't totally lying about the whole fighting thing. She didn't know the first thing when it came to self defense! Maybe if she had a gun or something, she could do a bit of damage. She may have never used one before, but she did know how they worked at least. "Well, what are you waiting for? I can only do so much on my own!" Ugh. This boy was getting more annoying by the second. So impatient. At least he seemed to know how to handle himself in a fight. It might be better to stick with him for a bit, even if she didn't like him so much. She tried to drown out the annoying cackling of the deranged psycho as she turned to face their current enemies. The Pixie was eagerly awaiting her command, so it seemed, flitting about watching the others doing their fair share of the work and apparently waiting for her to give her the 'kick their ass' sign. With a huff, and seeing little choice she gave the annoying fairy just that. "Alright, U-uhm, Attack, I guess?" She said, to which the Pixie confidently replied. "Alright! Fight time! Come and get some you hobos!" Really, the Pixie's attempt to be threatening were only comical at best. Her somewhat child-like voice and the fact that her threat consisted of the word 'hobo' meant she really had no idea how to properly threaten someone, did she? Not that it mattered. With a confident grin, the Pixie engaged the closest Demon next to her. The Pixie was surprisingly good at what it was doing. Not as strong as the - Kobold, was it? - but she definitely knew how to use her speed to an advantage here. With a few short bursts of attacks, the creature had been solidly defeated without much trouble and had dropped Macca. So killing demons was how one received 'macca'. It wasn't much, but it was a start at least. "Hey, smash the cells under the portals! It'll stop the number of enemies from growing any larger!" The voice momentarily distracted her. The phones? They were coming out of the phones? That had a few disturbing notions she wasn't going to contemplate at the moment. She would think about that after dealing with the current enemies. Unfortunately, it had seemed another Kobold had manage to sneak up on her while the Pixie had finished off another one. Before she could even say anything, the creature attacked. She noticed it just in time to dodge a what she assumed would have been a very painful blow to her head, instead the creatures club like weapon slammed straight down onto her shoulder. She gave a yelp of pain as the blow connected, momentarily stunning her as her legs crumpled. Thankfully, the Pixie was nearby enough to engage the Kobold, finishing it rather easily with a solid kick to the head. "Oooh, you're hurt. Hold on a second." Without another word, the Pixie approached her, placing her hands on her shoulder. A few seconds later, a soft glow emanated from her hands, healing whatever wound she received from the Kobold. Huh...that was a surprisingly useful ability. "Hmph. If you expect me to thank you, you're wrong. You shouldn't have let it happen in the first place." She whispered with a frown, as the little Pixie healed her. "Well Gee, maybe next time I'll let him kill you." The Pixie jokingly replied, finishing up the healing surprisingly fast. Perhaps the blow hadn't been as hard as it felt...still, with her rather weak physical abilities taking too much punishment was a bad idea. "Don't forget pest, it's me you're supposed to protect. Understand?" She gave the Pixie a brief glare as she rolled her shoulder - making sure everything was fine and that the pest didn't screw anything up. "Aye boss! Won't save the cute boys!" The pixie excitedly, but quietly replied. Well, it seemed the Pixie knew to keep quiet when talking at least. With a sigh, she stood back up, and replied to the other boy. "Alright! I'll see if I can get one!" She turned to the Pixie again. "Alright, you, uh, you heard him. See if you can get to one of those phones, alright?" With a giggle, and a nod, the Pixie started killing some demons and zombies once again, going for a third cellphone that was fairly close to the two of them.</s>
<\|description\|>Oswald Rothschild Age: 28 Gender: Male Appearance: Standing at a height of 6 feet 4 inches, Oswald is a tall caucasian skinned male with bruises and cuts scaring his face, along with dark patches beneath his eyes. He supports back length long greasy auburn hair, emerald green eyes and a forked tongue, purposely cut by his own hands. His nails are lengthy and sharp, and submerged in dirt and grime. His outfit consists of a dirty and worn dark red snakeskin jacket that is ripped and torn along the back and sides by small nails, a black tanktop along with a pink childlike scarf around his neck. Supporting dark black jeans and a set of high rock punk boots. He also wears a few bracelets around his wrists along with a fake watch. Personality: Creepy, selfish and self-righteous, Oswald is a man you shouldn't trust to stay beside. Having a selfish and impulsive nature, Oswald only seeks to prolong his own existence to meet his own goals, and whatever those may be are a mystery. He can be fairly childish, arrogant and demanding, and heavily resorts to threatening his opponent violently to get what he wants, though at times when he's less mad, Oswald speaks slowly, slyly and with a hint of perverse joy, his gaze offsetting even for a second, he likes to think of himself as a father to the people around him, though this is simply disturbing to those who are in his vicinity. What goes on inside his head is anyones guess, but it most likely isn't pleasant. Biography: As given by his name, Oswald is not japanese, originally living in Germany as a child, Oswald would find himself being the center of negative attention and both work and home where he would be continuously bullied and injured by both classmate and family, The trauma induced made Oswald fairly eccentric to say the least, his attitude becoming selfish and arrogant to mask his pessimism and self loathing. As a teenager, Oswald was a problem child, and engaged in self harming himself and harming others with ill intent, both making him a potential criminal later in life and a timebomb that could lash out at any given time. Administered drugs and beaten some more, Oswald by the time of his 19th had did his best to learn in school despite all the chaos engaged in his home life, and was actually able to gain his university degree in chemistry at 23 years of age. Soon after however, Oswald would find himself being engaged and related to a murder investigation, which just happened to be true. Oswald, after years of suffering mental abuse, and still living with his parents, the man, after gaining his qualifications was a factor that led to the death of his parents, whether by his hand was another story. Oswald, not wishing to be caught by the cops for the investigation fled to Japan as an immigrant, and despite only 5 years, grasped the japanese language surprisingly fast, though speaks somewhat with some difficulty, this only shows his vast knowledge and intelligence. What Oswald has done between then and now is a mystery. The disturbed individual would live in any crevice he could find, scavenging off locals for food and water, even resorting to stealing and other nefarious methods to survive. Oswald was wandering inside of a persons home, stealing wasnt a crime to him to survive, and just as the demons poured in, it was better than the chaos of the streets. Oswald noticed a computer, logged on and blaring a peculiar message. No, Oswald spoke, his time hadn't come yet, there was so much he wanted to do before his blood could be spilled. He hit the answer he sought and smiled, staring out into the streets that which filled with blood, anarchy and a miasma of depression, asphyxiating all in its grasp. "It's beautiful..." Strength (Not necessarily strength/durability/knowledge/etc;): highly durable and is able to take a heavy amount of punishment the closer he is to death, the more powerful his attacks due to his love for masochism. * quick and fast with his lightweight weapons, making him an average damage dealer physically * is incredibly intimidating and can forcibly make demons submit based entirely on his crude and disturbing demeanour. Weakness: * Inability to follow orders makes him act out of his own volition, potentially putting allies at risk * masochistic personality forces him to take hits regularly out of enjoyment despite how serious the wounds may be, threatening his own life. * His savage brutalness is a cause of concern as he may lash out on allies, threatening his own security. Demons: 1: Jack the ripper Weapon (if applicable): Several knives are kept inside a case made for glasses, he supports three durable sharp blades that are quick to use and deadly on human foes. Other: n/a</s> <\|message\|>Keiko Yamada ~Keiko Yamada~ Well, it seemed that statement had the desired effect on the Taidana boy. He was eager to fight, and for her no less. Boys were such simpletons. She stayed back, letting Taidana and the new person take the front lines. She'd support them from behind with that pest of a Pixie. She was pretty sure she read something in the Cortensia app about her being able to heal people and use some sort of 'magic' attack. Whatever that even was...she would like to say magic didn't exist, but with everything else going on, she wasn't going to refute whatever that app said. She took the moment too look at their demons. The new person seemed to have some sort of...dog thing. It looked strong, and a bit on the ferocious side. She was glad she didn't have such a...unique, looking demon. Then again, a brute would be easier to manipulate and control. Taidana's looked to be some sort of red...Imp thing. These two looked more closely to how she imagined Demons would look. Not the pest pixie. The other two seemed to be fairly...intelligent as well, just like the Pixie. Well, they could talk anyways. She was about to join the other two in this 'fight', when someone...or something came out of a nearby alleyway. The person was covered in quite a bit of blood. The stench of death seemed to hang onto the person with an unnatural duration. She had no idea who this man was, but he was...certainly not someone she would ever find herself associating with under normal circumstances. However, normal flew out the door when she was almost made into a red splat on the pavement. Perhaps this man could be a useful....tool, should she need it. However, now wasn't the time to try and be friendly to...it. She had an act to keep up around these two. The man then, asked a question. Something about his son. She almost laughed at the idea of some woman having a child with this...man, if she could call it that. If she didn't have better self control, she would have. She took a step back from the blood-soaked man, hand covering her mouth as she visibly flinched at his mere presence. She was glad that Taidana had gotten in front of him, if only because it meant that her plans were going right so far. "N-no. We haven't seen y-your son." She echoed Tai with a stutter. She took another step back, her free hand tightening around her purse strap, seemingly ready to defend herself with it if she had too.</s> <\|message\|>Daisuke Takeda Daisuke glanced at the bloody man for a moment before turning his head back towards the enemies in front of him. A frown formed on his face, mostly from the man (if he could even be called one) and his appearance and demeanor. But the girl's reluctance to fight... Though it was understandable, her excuse was flimsy at best. Their entire world was thrown out the window and she was faced with supernatural beings, the living dead, and a possibly homicidal maniac... But still insisted on not fighting? "You know, even if you can't fight now, you'll have to eventually. Relying on us is fine for now, but don't become dead weight in the future, alright?" Though they were harsh words, they did truly come from the bottom of his heart. He had always strived to not be useless and weak and worthless, and so he abhorred anyone willing to sit back and let others work for them. Parasitic relationships like that doomed everything, which he would much prefer to avoid. But his own philosophical tangents could wait; survival was priority. Rather than plunge headfirst into enemy lines, Daisuke open to wait for the enemies to come to them. It conserved what little energy he had left, which would probably make all the difference in the end. Watching as the Kobold smashed the skull of a zombie in, Daisuke shuddered. It was still a human mere moments before, so seeing it so quickly destroyed was still unsettling. As he turned away from the Kobold, though, he found himself facing a small, ghostlike creature that the app identified as a Poltergeist. If it was a ghost, wouldn't it be incorporeal...? Daisuke soon found out that wasn't the case though, which was quite convenient. After smacking the demon around once or twice, it dissipated into the same light that it materialized from. Daisuke's phone immediately had a strange symbol- some h with a strike through it- flash and report he had made 10 macca. What? "Well, what are you waiting for?" he asked, swinging his pole down on another demon. "I can only do so much on my own!"</s>	<\|message\|>Oswald Rothschild A thin smile crept onto Oswald's bloody face, listening and feeling the tension they bore over him gave him a tingle of delight. The feel of dread, danger and fear fed him more than food could ever do. And as the three humans stared and spoke, with each word of warning and angry they showed him, he thought to himself. "No, we haven't." Spoke Tai, as he stood in front of Keiko and defensively held up a pitiful excuse for a weapon in front of her and bludgeoned a zombie dead with ease, like he was some sort of brilliant hero from a story couldn't help but makes Oswald smile more. (What a pitiful excuse for a man), he thought to himself, as he stood without even flinching at his stance, his eyes like daggers piercing into each of their souls with but a mere look, as the zombies slowly approached from behind him. "N-no. We haven't seen y-your son." (Her voice was different...) He thought to himself. (No no, dear, stop lying, I know fear when I smell it, and yours is about as fake as each and every woman I've met... I'l be keeping a close eye on your, little one, trust in that... ) Oswalds gaze then turned toward Daisuke and shrugged uninterested, He wasn't interested in what he thought about him. "Well, what are you waiting for?" he asked, swinging his pole down on another demon. "I can only do so much on my own!" By the time he spoke, Oswald erupted into a laughing fit, clutching his stomach as he bellowed loudly with a laugh not of insanity, but of happiness, as if he heard the best joke in the world and was laughing among family, before deciding to speak with his low and disturbing voice. "Ahaha! Aaaah... I know you can't handle all this by your little selves, poor dears... But there's no need to weep, children... It's a good thing I found you so... closely knit together, hmm~? I just happen to be strong enough to destroy plenty of these weaklings... Try not to get devoured... Too often~" His last words were heavily emphasized as he held his head back and slowly breathed in the stench of blood around him, two zombies closing in on his position, almost as if he didn't know they were coming, but of course, their stench was eye watering putrid, and it was a stench he was quite familiar with, and by twisting around 180 degrees, the mans bloody knives embedded themselves into two of the zombies' foreheads, sending a gush of blood straight over him, drenching him in more blood. "The name is Oswald Rothschild, little children... Stay with me... You might be lost to all this murderous carnage without holding my hand with your innocent own... You don't deserve eternal slumber from such beasts... Jack the ripper suddenly leaped down beside him and cackled with a maddening sneer, as Oswald approached the zombie horde beside his demon, giggling all the while. "SLAUGHTER THEM, JACK! TETANUS CUT!" As Oswald screamed this with a voice of sickening pleasure, Jack the ripper zipped forward and launched down upon a zombie, it's razor like blade powerfully sunk into its flesh and ripping it open from balls to hair, slicing it in half and dispersing a sickening odor around the corpse in the form of a green like gas, which infected a few poltergeists around the horde, and weakening them for the others to attack, as Oswald ran head first and proceeded to swing madly at his foes. "BLEED! BLEED! BLEED!"</s>
<\|description\|>Morgan Duchesne Appearance: Morgan is a thin, petite Caucasian woman with refined features. She has a fair complexion and dark hair that she keeps in a short pixie cut. Her most notable feature are her vivid green eyes. When working, Morgan carefully hides her identity. She wears dark clothing and a baggy charcoal-gray sweatshirt, with the hood consistently up. A long blond wig hides her hair, while an antique M40 gas mask with tinted lenses keeps her face out of view. Alias: Damselfly Age: 31 Gender: Female Personality: Outwardly, Morgan Duchesne is a serious-minded New York career woman, with an ill-defined office job, fashionable Central Park West apartment, and membership in a biweekly wine club- no one exciting, really. However, her boring and stuffy image is carefully cultivated. She is a greedy and calculating woman, coldly figuring out how best to use the people around her. While she is not without empathy or scruples, and has been known to form genuine relationships, her foremost concern is advancing her own position. Weakness: Her ability to fly is enabled by the fact that her skeleton is lighter and less dense than the average human. Accordingly, she is highly susceptible to blunt trauma and breaking bones and is generally more on the fragile side. Powers: Morgan possesses two primary abilities. One, she has four separate wings (clear and veined, like the insect she has named herself after) that she is able to retract into her back. These beat rapidly, affording her great maneuverability in the air and even the ability to hover. She has a top flight speed of around 230 MPH. Secondly, she has the ability to consciously give off certain pheromones that essentially force the brain not to acknowledge her presence. If these are activated, she can be in the room with someone and they will not see or hear her or any signs of her presence. Prolonged exposure can even cause people to forget her existence. However, cameras or other electronic surveillance detects her with no difficulty, and there is a certain threshold of activity which breaks her "invisibility". Abilities: Her time as a burglar has given Morgan a set of skills associated with breaking and entering. She is a talented picklock and safecracker, and has enough familiarity with burglar alarms to be able to deactivate or otherwise circumvent them. Additionally, she has a number of criminal contacts (particularly fences) in the New York City area. Gear: Morgan travels light. When on the job, she typically only carries a few items: a small toolkit, a roll of lockpicks, a small but powerful flashlight, a telescoping baton, and a small caliber pistol for extreme emergencies. History: Morgan Duchesne was born in Middletown, Ohio, part of a large family with numerous other children. All of the Duchesne children were well taken care of, except Morgan. Concerned teachers at school noted that when the girl showed up to school at all (although Morgan claimed to attend every day), she seemed underfed and dirty. Social services were called, and the baffled elder Duchesnes seemed to be unaware they even had a daughter named Morgan living in their house. Their custody of Morgan was revoked, and the young girl was sent to live with a series of foster families all over the state- all of whom seemed to get slapped with neglect charges. By the time she was sixteen, Morgan had lived with nine separate families in different parts of Ohio, never forming any real bonds with any of them. Gradually, Morgan became aware of her ability to be unseen and forgotten, and through self-discipline taught herself to control it, to be able to turn it off and on. She would often use it to pocket small items in stores, walking in and out uncontested. As she became more interested in the other sex, occasionally she would use the ability to sneak peeks as well. As puberty hit her, Morgan's wings eventually grew from her back as well. Learning to fly was an exhilarating, freeing experience. By the time she was eighteen, the system more or less had given up on her, leaving her alone. In order to support herself, she began to steal, relying heavily on her abilities. As her talents grew and she gained more understanding of her powers, her heists became more and more sophisticated. Eventually she settled on a workable and simple MO: she would fly to the balcony or window of a luxury high-rise, either an apartment or hotel. Letting herself in, she would then help herself to cash and valuables, using her ability to be unseen to waltz directly past the occupants. This worked nicely for a while, netting her a respectable fortune. However, Cleveland, Columbus, and Cincinnati only had so much to offer. She needed to go where wealth was associated with how high up you lived, and the New York area fit the bill. To most, Morgan is only a young and well-to-do career woman, believed in her upper-class social circles to be a lawyer or doctor, something of the sort. However, she only makes these society friends to gain information on which penthouses are worth breaking into and enforce her cover. Hobbies: Morgan has come to appreciate some of the finer things in life. She enjoys fine wine (often stealing bottles for her own consumption) and art. However, she also enjoys less refined pursuits- an amateur guitarist, she'll relax by playing along to Boston or Steely Dan and she occasionally thinks about joining a classic rock cover band. Other: United.</s> <\|message\|>Edgar Allen Crow Edgar didn't know he was out of his house and at a carnival, what was the point? He would never feel happy or feel the warmth of people's happiness. Maybe he was just being desperate to try and find some sense of normality in his life. Whatever shred of happiness he would make the Coat of Madness would take it away. "I never understood why you humans congregate for such joyous events, it's revolting to me. Maybe a little chaos would make this torture more bearable" his coat spoke to him and Edgar got horrible visions what the coat would do to the carnival if wasn't tethered to him.. "Shut up! We're not killing people" he replied with a growl and his anxiety was going up, what if the coat tried to make him create a riot and kill people? It could cause a lot of destruction. He was contemplating whether he should leave the carnival or not when the deadly gang known as the Raiders attacked the place and Edgar felt fear rush over him, he was afraid of what he might do to the gang. But when the gang started hurting people, Edgar knew he couldn't do nothing. "I need you, give me some of your power" he said to his coat and he heard it give a laugh in his head. "Finally I will have some victims to drive insane and slaughter, let's get to it" it said in a menacing voice and Edgar went into action. He held out his right hand and a blast of pure energy shot out of it. It flew straight towards the group of gang members and caused a loud explosion. Edgar then drew deeper into the dark powers of the Coat of Madness and created a large spectral demon of horrifying appearance. the creation was not solid and was merely illusion, but it looked extremely real and was making loud roars.</s> <\|message\|>Morgan Duchesne As the fight raged around her, Morgan continued to intently study the terminal on the massive tank, even as time continued to count down. It had to be fairly simple, right? If Raiders (not known for being Ivy League graduates) were expected to use something like this in the heat of battle, it would have to be. The interface wasn't terribly intuitive, though. Old-fashioned and clunky, it was clearly cobbled together from some outdated tech. 80s stuff, really. It took her a few moments of fiddling to reach what she wanted. SUSPEND TIMER? YES/ NO "Hell yes I want to suspend the timer," Morgan said triumphantly, unheard and unnoticed amid the general chaos. She punched at a few more keys. ACCESS DENIED "Damn." FINGERPRINT AUTHORIZATION REQUIRED "Damn!" Maybe this would be a good time to just cut her losses and fly out of here. Morgan wasn't motivated by altruism or heroism, really, just more a feeling that someone had to do something. She was tempted to just extend her wings, even beginning to flex the muscles required to extend them from her back. But then serendipity reared its head. The horrific, towering demon abruptly appeared in the midst of the crowd, making an unusual day even stranger. Long story short, the end result was one of the Raiders backpedaling in abject terror, firing clearly ineffective rifle rounds at the abomination. Right towards Morgan. "You just might do," she mused, reaching into her purse and closing her hand on the familiar weight of the telescoping baton. Sure, it was a bit of an old-fashioned weapon, but it did the trick nicely. She knew that physically attacking someone was too obvious even for her natural camouflage to disguise, so she had to make this decisive. With a practiced flick of the wrist, she deployed the baton, and then went to work. Two quick strikes- wrist and elbow, forcing the man to drop his weapon. A third to the temple, just behind his gas mask, and a fourth again just to be sure. The Raider went limp, crumbling like empty clothing. Morgan knew that now she was visible and had to act quickly. She quickly tore the mask from the man, fitted it over her own face- both to protect her identity and for protection should the gas be released despite her efforts. Then she grabbed the man's limp hand and pressed a thumb up against the terminal, hoping he would have sufficient access to curb this madness.</s> <\|message\|>Jennifer Blue (+ Mack) Collab between datadogie's Sif/Mack and CLIW's Kat In all of the chaos (bullets had passed through Katrina's consciousness at least twice now), the woman noticed that one of the cars parked to hole everyone up in the carnival was unguarded. She had a quick peek inside and felt a small spark of surprise: the key was in the ignition. She glanced outside. A group of Raiders were moving toward the stage, where people were working to disarm the gas canister and get answers out of the Raiders' leader. They'd be outnumbered if no one did anything about them. Her physical body opened its eyes as her consciousness reunited with it. She strained to look outside the tent and make sure the way was clear as it more or less had been during the projection, took a deep breath and started to move toward the empty car. Jennifer bit her lip as she got onto the stage. The area was chaos, and she had to focus to not panic at all of the gunfire. Swerving through the crowds had spent a bit of time, and by the time she was approaching the tank there were others already on the stage. Captain and someone else were interrogating the man, and a woman with a gas mask was attempting to get a fingerprint of a Raider onto the terminal of the tank. "That's not going to work," Mack says into Jennifer's ears, as the latter jogs quickly to the tank. Jennifer repeats what Mack says. "That's not going to work," Jennifer pants, sliding onto her knees, her tablet sliding out of her pocket. Her eyes widen, and she quickly turns around, grabbing her tablet off the ground, cradling it in her hands. "You've got to get a harness for that thing," Mack says, as Jennifer lets out a breath. Not taking a glance at the gas-mask woman, Jennifer speaks to her. "It's a regular Raider. He won't have sufficient permissions to edit the parameters of a device that is programmed to respond to a higher official." She taps one of the top corners of the tablet against the terminal, which connects the two wirelessly and electronically. "I'm not sure I could turn it off, there are too many options, but I may be able to change the parameters to allow those of a lower ranking standard to change the options of the device." Jennifer taps on her tablet, and then a few times on the terminal, and then she continues to fiddle with her tablet, Mack helping her along the way. The door was unlocked, which was a huge relief. Ducking below a spray of hot lead, Katrina climbed into the driver's seat. "I'm going to lose my license," she whispered to herself, and turned the key. Someone shouted at her to stop, but of course she ignored it. She started to drive, got the car pointed toward the group of Raiders running toward and shooting at the stage, who apparently hadn't noticed Katrina. It was time to take care of business. She stepped on the gas. Her aim had been true. The sound of bones shattering and crunching under tires made her nauseous, and before she could do anything--it was all so fast--she had driven straight into the stage. She rocked with the impact and undid her seatbelt, panting. Shakily, she opened the car door; this took a bit of elbow grease because of the damage done to the front of the car. She stepped out of the vehicle and put her hand on the handle of her knife, which she planned to use in case any of the bastards had survived the impact. The sound of a crash made Jennifer jump just as she was going to finish. She looks around, and sees that a car had driven straight through a crowd of Raiders, a stray few remaining from where the car had assaulted them. Jennifer blinks as the driver exits the car, and exhales as the person looks - from her angle - unharmed. Though, it takes Mack saying, "Hurry up, that thing is still timed!" for her to turn and press the last few buttons on her tablet. "There. It's set to change the settings at his fingerprint," Jennifer says, beckoning to the man's finger.</s>	<\|message\|>Morgan Duchesne Morgan nearly jumped out of her skin when the other woman ran over with a tablet. Her wings almost came out involuntarily, but she caught herself just in time. It'd be a shame to shred her top, at any rate. She relaxed, though, when the other woman began working to help her. "Relaxed" was a relative term, considering the two of them were trying to disarm a deadly chemical weapon together, but you have to take what you can get in this situations. Morgan took a moment to glance over the melee. The Raiders seemed to be getting the worst of it, by far- here a car mowed down a group of them, there more were cut down by heavy bullets. And all the while the countdown ticked on unabated. After what seemed like an eternity, punctuated by gunshots and the cries of wounded, the newcomer announced she had reconfigured the timer to accept the captive's fingerprint. Unwilling to speak and knowing the mask would muffle her voice, Morgan flashed a thumbs up with one slender hand, then grunted as he strained to lift the dead weight of the limp man's hand to the terminal. She pressed his thumb against the screen, heart in her throat as she waited to see what effect it might have. COUNTDOWN SUSPENDED She wanted to jump for joy and scream, but instead settled for a satisfied nod. The danger was far from passed, though. Someone could easily detonate the weapon remotely, or even a few stray rounds might puncture the seal. With that in mind, she took up her baton once more, crouched down and looking for a more permanent solution to the problem.</s>
<\|description\|>Jennifer Blue (+ Mack) Alias: Sif Age: 17 Gender: Female Personality: "I think I'm cheerful. Enough." "I think you can often be annoying." "Speak for yourself, Mack." Jennifer is often quite cheerful, and is happy enough when she is doing something. However, when she is bored, she can get frustrated easier than usual, though this mood recedes as she discovers something needing to be done, or if Mack distracts her from her thoughts of boredom. When she does work, she does it with caution, making sure that all her tracks are covered so she cannot be traced. Weakness: "Just like frying eggs. You fry an egg too much, it's gone, or doesn't taste good. You fry circuits, they're unusable or unstable." The biggest weakness of all to Jennifer is an EMP. Her tablet is made to be EMP-proof, however with nothing to hack into, she is almost useless. "They're like mice. They get in, and they wreck. Antivirus software is like a mousetrap. It leads them in, and then pow. Though that can take time." Another weakness is a computer virus. If one gets into her tablet, she'd have to get rid of it as quickly as possible. "Get away from it, or I'll blow your damn head off!" Jennifer can get very angry and aggressive if her tablet is taken from her. It is essentially her life, with everything she needs on it. Plus, it costed a lot of time to forge it to perfection. Powers(Supernatural): "Magic? I don't believe in fairy stories. Tech is all it's about these days." Jennifer has no supernatural abilities. Abilities(Natural): "Nothing can keep me out." Jennifer, with time, is able to hack into almost anything. This can be a hovercraft, a terminal, or even an entire network. Not only is she able to obtain information this way, but she is also able to rig hacked technology to do things. She can make a phone's battery overload so it essentially turns into a very short range EMP, or she can just make it electrocute the user. She can make a computer's speakers generate a high-frequency burst of sound in order to break glass, or even make the computer's power supply short circuit and cut the power of the building it is in. As well as this, she is an effective analyst, able to analyse a situation and work out what is going on. "Unfortunately, however, I have to bear with him." In her head, Jennifer has an AI implant. The AI is called Mack, and he can help her out with almost anything. Unfortunately, he can often annoy her, mostly unintentionally. Gear: "Just basic kit. Hey, don't touch the tablet!" Jennifer always carries her tablet on herself, as well as an earpiece with a microphone, speaker on the inside, and speaker on the outside, so Mack can communicate with people externally. History: "My past was boring. Thank god it has… Passed." Born into a rich family who ran one of the biggest computer technical support and manufacturing companies in the world, Jennifer quickly developed a keen love for computers and electronics. Almost immediately after birth, she was implanted with a computer program that her parents had been working on ever since they knew they were going to have a baby. That program was Mack. As she grew up, Mack supported Jennifer in all sorts of different ways. He would tell Jennifer to look left and right before crossing the road, help her with problems such as algebra, and later on, remind her of corporate meetings that she had to attend for her parents. Only Jennifer and her parents knew about him, as the development of an AI was to be closely guarded. Weeks after she turned seventeen, and had quit school, her parents were murdered by hitmen of a rival company, and she was left to run it. She wasn't able to, and in the end, shareholders and directors began taking over, selling everything, and she was kicked out of the chair. She was left to wander the streets with her remaining funds in her bank account, and have fun. So, she began to hack into things and have fun with her life, using what she learned from the company to help her. Hobbies: "Hey, all I wanted to know was who you'd been texting!" Jennifer likes to hack into things in her spare time, for example, small industry networks or into other people's things, such as their phones. She also likes to listen to music, and sometimes even talk to people. Other: "Hey, it may seem like I hate Mack, but I really like him. He's done so much for me. I mean, we're permanently united."</s> <\|message\|>Edgar Allen Crow Edgar didn't know he was out of his house and at a carnival, what was the point? He would never feel happy or feel the warmth of people's happiness. Maybe he was just being desperate to try and find some sense of normality in his life. Whatever shred of happiness he would make the Coat of Madness would take it away. "I never understood why you humans congregate for such joyous events, it's revolting to me. Maybe a little chaos would make this torture more bearable" his coat spoke to him and Edgar got horrible visions what the coat would do to the carnival if wasn't tethered to him.. "Shut up! We're not killing people" he replied with a growl and his anxiety was going up, what if the coat tried to make him create a riot and kill people? It could cause a lot of destruction. He was contemplating whether he should leave the carnival or not when the deadly gang known as the Raiders attacked the place and Edgar felt fear rush over him, he was afraid of what he might do to the gang. But when the gang started hurting people, Edgar knew he couldn't do nothing. "I need you, give me some of your power" he said to his coat and he heard it give a laugh in his head. "Finally I will have some victims to drive insane and slaughter, let's get to it" it said in a menacing voice and Edgar went into action. He held out his right hand and a blast of pure energy shot out of it. It flew straight towards the group of gang members and caused a loud explosion. Edgar then drew deeper into the dark powers of the Coat of Madness and created a large spectral demon of horrifying appearance. the creation was not solid and was merely illusion, but it looked extremely real and was making loud roars.</s> <\|message\|>Morgan Duchesne As the fight raged around her, Morgan continued to intently study the terminal on the massive tank, even as time continued to count down. It had to be fairly simple, right? If Raiders (not known for being Ivy League graduates) were expected to use something like this in the heat of battle, it would have to be. The interface wasn't terribly intuitive, though. Old-fashioned and clunky, it was clearly cobbled together from some outdated tech. 80s stuff, really. It took her a few moments of fiddling to reach what she wanted. SUSPEND TIMER? YES/ NO "Hell yes I want to suspend the timer," Morgan said triumphantly, unheard and unnoticed amid the general chaos. She punched at a few more keys. ACCESS DENIED "Damn." FINGERPRINT AUTHORIZATION REQUIRED "Damn!" Maybe this would be a good time to just cut her losses and fly out of here. Morgan wasn't motivated by altruism or heroism, really, just more a feeling that someone had to do something. She was tempted to just extend her wings, even beginning to flex the muscles required to extend them from her back. But then serendipity reared its head. The horrific, towering demon abruptly appeared in the midst of the crowd, making an unusual day even stranger. Long story short, the end result was one of the Raiders backpedaling in abject terror, firing clearly ineffective rifle rounds at the abomination. Right towards Morgan. "You just might do," she mused, reaching into her purse and closing her hand on the familiar weight of the telescoping baton. Sure, it was a bit of an old-fashioned weapon, but it did the trick nicely. She knew that physically attacking someone was too obvious even for her natural camouflage to disguise, so she had to make this decisive. With a practiced flick of the wrist, she deployed the baton, and then went to work. Two quick strikes- wrist and elbow, forcing the man to drop his weapon. A third to the temple, just behind his gas mask, and a fourth again just to be sure. The Raider went limp, crumbling like empty clothing. Morgan knew that now she was visible and had to act quickly. She quickly tore the mask from the man, fitted it over her own face- both to protect her identity and for protection should the gas be released despite her efforts. Then she grabbed the man's limp hand and pressed a thumb up against the terminal, hoping he would have sufficient access to curb this madness.</s>	<\|message\|>Jennifer Blue (+ Mack) Collab between datadogie's Sif/Mack and CLIW's Kat In all of the chaos (bullets had passed through Katrina's consciousness at least twice now), the woman noticed that one of the cars parked to hole everyone up in the carnival was unguarded. She had a quick peek inside and felt a small spark of surprise: the key was in the ignition. She glanced outside. A group of Raiders were moving toward the stage, where people were working to disarm the gas canister and get answers out of the Raiders' leader. They'd be outnumbered if no one did anything about them. Her physical body opened its eyes as her consciousness reunited with it. She strained to look outside the tent and make sure the way was clear as it more or less had been during the projection, took a deep breath and started to move toward the empty car. Jennifer bit her lip as she got onto the stage. The area was chaos, and she had to focus to not panic at all of the gunfire. Swerving through the crowds had spent a bit of time, and by the time she was approaching the tank there were others already on the stage. Captain and someone else were interrogating the man, and a woman with a gas mask was attempting to get a fingerprint of a Raider onto the terminal of the tank. "That's not going to work," Mack says into Jennifer's ears, as the latter jogs quickly to the tank. Jennifer repeats what Mack says. "That's not going to work," Jennifer pants, sliding onto her knees, her tablet sliding out of her pocket. Her eyes widen, and she quickly turns around, grabbing her tablet off the ground, cradling it in her hands. "You've got to get a harness for that thing," Mack says, as Jennifer lets out a breath. Not taking a glance at the gas-mask woman, Jennifer speaks to her. "It's a regular Raider. He won't have sufficient permissions to edit the parameters of a device that is programmed to respond to a higher official." She taps one of the top corners of the tablet against the terminal, which connects the two wirelessly and electronically. "I'm not sure I could turn it off, there are too many options, but I may be able to change the parameters to allow those of a lower ranking standard to change the options of the device." Jennifer taps on her tablet, and then a few times on the terminal, and then she continues to fiddle with her tablet, Mack helping her along the way. The door was unlocked, which was a huge relief. Ducking below a spray of hot lead, Katrina climbed into the driver's seat. "I'm going to lose my license," she whispered to herself, and turned the key. Someone shouted at her to stop, but of course she ignored it. She started to drive, got the car pointed toward the group of Raiders running toward and shooting at the stage, who apparently hadn't noticed Katrina. It was time to take care of business. She stepped on the gas. Her aim had been true. The sound of bones shattering and crunching under tires made her nauseous, and before she could do anything--it was all so fast--she had driven straight into the stage. She rocked with the impact and undid her seatbelt, panting. Shakily, she opened the car door; this took a bit of elbow grease because of the damage done to the front of the car. She stepped out of the vehicle and put her hand on the handle of her knife, which she planned to use in case any of the bastards had survived the impact. The sound of a crash made Jennifer jump just as she was going to finish. She looks around, and sees that a car had driven straight through a crowd of Raiders, a stray few remaining from where the car had assaulted them. Jennifer blinks as the driver exits the car, and exhales as the person looks - from her angle - unharmed. Though, it takes Mack saying, "Hurry up, that thing is still timed!" for her to turn and press the last few buttons on her tablet. "There. It's set to change the settings at his fingerprint," Jennifer says, beckoning to the man's finger.</s>
<\|description\|>Lizzie Mcgarret Age : 23 Race : Caucassion Human Height: 5' 4" Appearance: Personality : Lizzie was a sweet and gentle girl before her mother and sister's murder. She hated her father for stealing the money from her mother after her death. She has been through abusive relationships with certain guys and fears of having another. Mainly she needs affection from someone who truly cares. She can tend to suffer hallucinations and nightmares from the event of the murder. She is so fragile, that she doesn't trust anyone or enjoy company. She would isolate herself from society and in her father's home. Likes : ~ Flowers ~ Exploring ~ Motorcycles ~ Money Fears : ~ Nightmares ~ Being Alone ~ Romance ~ Being Hurt History : Lizzie had a closed relationship with her sister Alex and their mother who is ill and she discovered her father and Rachel, who was her mother's nurse, having an affair. Lizzie accidentally put fire after Alex went into the cabin. The cabin erupted in flames upon an explosion which killed them. Lizzie was shocked and tried to commit suicide. Instead, she landed into mental hospital. After 10 months, she returns to her father's home after his passing. She had no memory of what happened, but frequently gets nightmares and images of the traumatic experience.</s> <\|message\|>Loki The god closed his eyes tiredly and grunted gently as he started to sing a song</s> <\|message\|>Lizzie Mcgarret Lizzie began to sing in her own cell which be easily heard as it echoed throughout the headquarters including Loki's cell. "Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh I was looking for a breath of a life For a little touch of heavenly light But all the choirs in my head sang no oh oh oh To get a dream of life again A little vision of the start and the end But all the choirs in my head sang, no oh oh oh But I needed one more touch Another taste of heavenly rush And I believe, I believe it's so oh oh oh Whose side am I on? Whose side am I? Whose side am I on? Whose side am I? And the fever began to spread From my heart down to my legs But the room is so quiet, oh oh oh oh And although I wasn't losing my mind It was a chorus so sublime But the room is so quiet, oh oh oh I was looking for a breath of a life A little touch of heavenly light But all the choirs in my head sang, no oh oh oh"</s> <\|message\|>Loki The god hummed gently as he sang as his eyes closed till Barton came in grabbing him and yanked him out and away sharply. They left her in her own cell before Natasha came in two hours later. "Go back home " said sternly eyes narrowed. She was directed to a portal like place where she be teleported home. Loki was away in a room no one could get in other then actual agents</s> <\|message\|>Lizzie Mcgarret Lizzie noticed that the 'mind stone', which Loki called it, was left behind. The gem was on the couch, almost melting the whole thing while they were gone. She slowly and gently picked it up. As she touched it, her memories were out of control in her head.</s> <\|message\|>Loki Thanos grinned gently feeling some one touch the gem thinking its loki magic flew into her controlling her swiftly.</s> <\|message\|>Lizzie Mcgarret Lizzie began to scream as she thrashed about, knocking into the wall and the cabinet. She hit her head on the counter and eventually arched her back after she hit the floor, grunting in pain and gasped in terror.</s> <\|message\|>Loki Thanos smiled appearing eyes narrowed "ello Loki"</s> <\|message\|>Lizzie Mcgarret "I'm not Loki", she told the figure as she arched her back in pain. The stone in her hand was dropped on the ground and she was accidentally teleported back at SHEILD right near some agents. "I'm guessing you guys don't play nice, right?", she asked as she kicked them both over the railing.</s> <\|message\|>Loki Other agents came in guns in their hands pointed right at her.</s> <\|message\|>Lizzie Mcgarret Shaking off the memories from the mind stone, she slid on the ground underneath them. She jumped off the railing until she reached the second floor. Face to face with Clint.</s> <\|message\|>Loki Clint smacked her sharply into th wall sharply in her face and knokced her out cold and dragged her to a holding cell she couldnt break free from and lokced her in it. Loki was still in interagation eyes narrowed slightly.</s> <\|message\|>Lizzie Mcgarret The mind stone's powers on her wore off and she was back to her fragile self. She was out cold on the floor and realized she was in a different outfit because of the mind stone. Shocked as she was, she was wearing clothes that were similar to Loki's along with black thigh-lengthed high heeled boots.</s> <\|message\|>Loki Loki was throw in and he grunted and scowled at the group and eyes narrowed slightly. He looked at her eyes glowed and her clothing turned back to normal and huffed gently as he worded off Thanos control on her eyes narrowed as he kept the mind gem ppwer fused away with the girls body and sighed "wake up"</s> <\|message\|>Lizzie Mcgarret She was wearing clothes that were similar to Loki's own. Same black and green shade. But more feminine. She began to stir as Loki told her to wake up. She did and looked at herself and what she was wearing. "I look like you", she said in surprise.</s> <\|message\|>Loki "yeah which isn't a good thing" the god snarled slightly eyes narrowed with digust and tempt of hate and rage. He looked away from her and at the cell walls and scowled slightly "I should have never come to earth i shoud have gone to Asgard, back to my punisjment that was awaiting me on my own return by my brother and mother and father" said in contemp.</s> <\|message\|>Lizzie Mcgarret "It wasn't my fault! It got to me first!", she retorted back at him. "Thanos got into my head thinking I was you", she said to him as she explained everything that happened before this happened. Suddenly she reached forward and helped him out of the cuffs.</s> <\|message\|>Loki "STAY away from me" he snapped suddeenly his power shot through the cell and the tempture dropped fifty digrees causing it to drop below freezing sharply "Just leave me alone its bad enough that family was hurt and now some stranger" he spat sharply eyes narrowed and glowing adeep red color as the cell started to freeze up as he snorted and temputre stayed cold but slowly warmed up not allowing the girl to get frozen and walked away from her and sat down annoyed and growled gently.</s> <\|message\|>Lizzie Mcgarret "It's your rage. Hatred. It drowns you. Your 'family' did it in order to protect you. It drowns me too when I think about men", she told him as she tried to reason with him.</s> <\|message\|>Loki Loki eyes shot twoard her "what do you know of my family huh mortal" he snappef</s> <\|message\|>Lizzie Mcgarret "You told me. I educate myself too. I also read", she told him as she walked a little closer. "You were betrayed. I was betrayed. Family can turn on our backs"</s> <\|message\|>Loki "Whatever just stay away from that gem" grumbled gently eyes shut tightly</s> <\|message\|>Lizzie Mcgarret "I don't have it", she admitted to him as she looked down.</s> <\|message\|>Loki "Good now I am getting the gem and leading thanos away" mutters tiredly</s> <\|message\|>Lizzie Mcgarret Lizzie looked at Loki and watched him with curious eyes. "We will when we get out of here" she whispered as she slowly and lightly moved a strand of hair off his face before she slid to the ground and sat there to watch him. A man of pain he was.</s> <\|message\|>Loki Clint stormed back in eyes narrowed slightly "You missy and you god of trickery and lies are in big trouble" he said eyes narrowed.</s> <\|message\|>Lizzie Mcgarret Lizzie was so lost in thought as she looked at Loki from her side of the cell. This man has been through so much pain and she couldn't think of anything that would help him. Loki has been through so much that Lizzie couldn't even think of. She did notice that his injuries were healing now on his arm. But what he really needed was rest. She just wanted to help him escape his inner demons of his family heritage and his abuse. Funny that she was fighting her own demons too. The sound of the door opening made her jump and she looked at Clint Barton as he entered the room. "How are we in trouble?", Lizzie asked him as she looked at him with fear in her eyes and pulling her legs closer to her chest. Seriously, what did these people want from her and Loki? She did indeed realize that they dont like to play nice. "Seriously? What are we in trouble for?"</s> <\|message\|>Loki "Loki your being sent to Asgard as soon as Thor gets here, you miss are going to go back home. Youare to stay there as well. Loki you should be more concered about your problem then a mortal thor shall be here in ten minutes" he then walked away. Loki was shaking slightly, oh fuck his brother was coming to get him. Oh the great joy he would fear from his brother screaming at him and maybe even punching him for"leaving" asgard when he was honestly captured and taken from his prison. (mind playing thor who will pretty much scream and yell at Loki and Loki will have like a break down and melt down as well. Thast when your character tries to get thor to leave but going againsta god isn't something you should do)</s> <\|message\|>Lizzie Mcgarret The sound of the Bifrost landing made the whole HQ shake. The God of Thunder with his red cape and the hammer, Mjonir, in his hand. How dare Loki leaves his family? Leaving him? Thor does love Loki so, but the trickster can come up with ideas and make the relationship a bit rocky, making Thor take the fall. The angry God opened the door to where both of the prisoners were. His first instinct was to throw Loki against the wall and yell, but his gut told him to go easy then he would go hard. Lizzie scooted closer to the wall as the God entered. She has never seen this kind of man before, and boy, was he huge. Lizzie could feel the powerful energy coming off the huge God as he entered the cell. Thor looked at the girl and looked back at Loki. "Loki, what have you done?", he asked his younger sibling. "What have you done?!", he demanded louder which made Lizzie flinch.</s> <\|message\|>Loki "well brother if you must know I will explain it to you. Welkl dear and beloved stinking perice of crap of a brother. I was kidnaped and torchered, raped and abused by the enity as you know as Thanos who had been hunting down the infinty gems that I managed to steal two and aftet three years of abuse and torment got enough engery to break away and go to earth and so thats the long story short" he said snickering but there was a underline of truth behind the voice but flinched at his brother responce slightly as it started to bring back some memories that where not very pleasent. And for three years he had those memories</s> <\|message\|>Lizzie Mcgarret This only made the Thunder God angrier. "Why Earth, Loki!?", he demanded at his younger brother as he watched the trickster flinch from his question that was mentioned before. "Why not break away to Asgard?", he sounded a bit softer than his previous tone. He looked at Lizzie and the clothes she was wearing. He knew it. The God of Mischief came back to terrorize Earth and enslave humanity like last time. Apparently he just got started. "Why her?", he asked as he gestured Lizzie on the ground.</s> <\|message\|>Loki "brother your head is duller then that of an Ox, yesh you know why I can't go back to Asgard and you full;y know I would be killed if not thrown away like evrtying else thats wrong with the world" he snorted eyes narrowed and then looked at the girl slightly "she found me and helped patch up some of my wounds. She has touched the mind gem and Thanos now thinks she is me so ...yeah" he spat and rolled his eyes eyes narrowed. "so now since she has touched the gem the last user of the gem which we know qwas me since I created the gems themselves allowed her to grow a female apperance of me in regular and asgardian clothing. Anymore stupid questions Thor I really like to not go back to that dreaded place. odin rather take my head off" he rolled his eyes disrespecting the god of thunder not really careing if he hurt his pride but he knew he was walking on a very thin rope with Thor already</s> <\|message\|>Lizzie Mcgarret "Lies spit from you like venom", Thor spat at his brother in disapproval. This was very disappointing to Thor that his brother turned to the dark side instead of asking for help from the bright side. Instead he betrayed all of Asgard. Making him a wanted fugitive in both realms. But honestly, the God of Thunder wanted to hurt him. Hurting his friends in New York and invading a whole city. Deep down, this is not the brother he wanted and used to love anymore. "Loki speaks the truth", Lizzie spoke up as she stood to her feet. As if on cue, Thor swiped a hand at her and slapped her across the face thinking it was mind control that was making her say it but her eyes were not of icy blue. Lizzie was groaning in pain on the ground as she managed to lift her head. "I want to help him", she weakly said to Thor as she managed to turn to her side on the ground. Perhaps this girl was the light that could help Loki spread his wings. "Very well, you have ten days, brother", Thor finally said to Loki before leaving.</s> <\|message\|>Loki "great now there isna time limit what you going to do throw me away like last time ?" he shouted after Thor eyes narrowed and then went to the girl and eyes glowed healing her slightly "You do not talk to thor understand me ? he will take your head off" he grumbled conceed about her slightly</s>	<\|message\|>Lizzie Mcgarret Lizzie groaned a little as Loki managed to heal her. It was remarkable that the God of Mischief had a caring side. It was slightly visible at the moment. Lizzie managed to get up and lean against the wall. "I understand. He has a problem with hitting the ladies, it seems", she groaned until she managed to stand. "Brother issues it looks like", she said with a small chuckle.</s>
<\|description\|>Lizzie Mcgarret Age : 23 Race : Caucassion Human Height: 5' 4" Appearance: Personality : Lizzie was a sweet and gentle girl before her mother and sister's murder. She hated her father for stealing the money from her mother after her death. She has been through abusive relationships with certain guys and fears of having another. Mainly she needs affection from someone who truly cares. She can tend to suffer hallucinations and nightmares from the event of the murder. She is so fragile, that she doesn't trust anyone or enjoy company. She would isolate herself from society and in her father's home. Likes : ~ Flowers ~ Exploring ~ Motorcycles ~ Money Fears : ~ Nightmares ~ Being Alone ~ Romance ~ Being Hurt History : Lizzie had a closed relationship with her sister Alex and their mother who is ill and she discovered her father and Rachel, who was her mother's nurse, having an affair. Lizzie accidentally put fire after Alex went into the cabin. The cabin erupted in flames upon an explosion which killed them. Lizzie was shocked and tried to commit suicide. Instead, she landed into mental hospital. After 10 months, she returns to her father's home after his passing. She had no memory of what happened, but frequently gets nightmares and images of the traumatic experience.</s> <\|message\|>Loki "great now there isna time limit what you going to do throw me away like last time ?" he shouted after Thor eyes narrowed and then went to the girl and eyes glowed healing her slightly "You do not talk to thor understand me ? he will take your head off" he grumbled conceed about her slightly</s> <\|message\|>Lizzie Mcgarret Lizzie groaned a little as Loki managed to heal her. It was remarkable that the God of Mischief had a caring side. It was slightly visible at the moment. Lizzie managed to get up and lean against the wall. "I understand. He has a problem with hitting the ladies, it seems", she groaned until she managed to stand. "Brother issues it looks like", she said with a small chuckle.</s> <\|message\|>Loki "he wasn't the most gentle that was for sure" he mutters rubbing his neck slightly and sighed tiredly. He growled at the idea they had ten days, what could they do in bloody ten days ? Huh</s> <\|message\|>Lizzie Mcgarret "We have to get out of here", Lizzie said as she looked at the walls. She looked back at Loki again. "We have to stop Thanos", she walked to him and gripped his arm. "Together"</s> <\|message\|>Loki "are you...CRAZY ? a mortal and the god of trickery and you think thats enough to stop him ? hell I'm going to die just trying to keep the gems out of his hand" he said sharply eyes narrowed with worry andb anger.</s> <\|message\|>Lizzie Mcgarret "We have a long journey ahead of us. You practice your spells. Hell, you can teach me magic, can't you?", she asked him as she grew curious and tried to persuade him at least. "Wouldn't you fight back at the ones who hurt you? I did. But it has grave consequences if doing so", she slowly walked towards him. "We just need to have faith", she said softly.</s> <\|message\|>Loki His lips curled back in a grow like pose of a cat as he made a warning sound for her to shut it "Shit it I don't need to be told what to do mortal. Yesh I am not a bay but fine. I am not teaching you any magic , you do not need any" he scowled as he didn't like allowing mortal to have magic he had seen what many have done.</s> <\|message\|>Lizzie Mcgarret "Loki, Thanos is the one responsible for your actions back at Manhatten! He made you do his dirty work! Wouldn't you rather be a free God or a Thano's slave! You're a king, not a servant! Trust me", she finally said in softness as she finally shut her mouth like he told her.</s> <\|message\|>Loki "i'm not a king I am nothing more then a monster. I am no ones slave but I sure as hell and not a king either" he spat eyes cold and heartless eyes glowed shaply as they where gone in a blaze of green to her house swiftly.</s> <\|message\|>Lizzie Mcgarret Lizzie gasped as she saw his eyes glow green. It was a rarity to see emerald green eyes. "I believe in you, Loki. Come on, we can do this", she held his hands, not caring how cold they were. "You keep blaming yourself that you're a monster, but you are really telling yourself that you're weak. Hiding away from your ego is not you at all. How are you a monster if you protected your home for centuries? You never hurt anyone", she told him as she held him in place by holding his arms, making him stare back at her.</s> <\|message\|>Loki "I have hurt a lot of people " he said piased as he flipped on the couch and grumbled</s> <\|message\|>Lizzie Mcgarret "Now what are you saying?", Lizzie asked him as she sat next to him but kept her distance in case things went south.</s> <\|message\|>Loki "Go away" growled annoyed curled up on the couch titrdly eyes closed. He needed sleep,real sleep</s> <\|message\|>Lizzie Mcgarret Lizzie sighed in dissapointment. How tired she was too. She leaned against the wall and slid to the floor. Laying down, she fell asleep peacefully.</s> <\|message\|>Loki (they already teleported back to her home already) Loki slept for hours, till around 2 in the afternoon but it wasn't peacefully eyes closed gently</s> <\|message\|>Lizzie Mcgarret While Loki slept, Lizzie tried to get the "Loki" outfit off herself, but it was stuck to her. She thought about the mind stone and realized it was causing this transformation. Since Loki was the last user, his mind must have connected to it. When she touched it, it must have linked her to him. No wonder. But that doesn't mean she couldn't spice it up a little. She found black elbow lengthed glovelettes and painted her nails black to match.</s> <\|message\|>Loki The god eventually jolted awake grumbling gently annoyed and standing up and yawned shaking off the memories</s> <\|message\|>Lizzie Mcgarret Lizzie then eventually came out of her room in her new updated outfit and nearly tripped in the heels.</s> <\|message\|>Loki Loki looked over boredly but his eyes widened and mouth dropped slightly speechless</s> <\|message\|>Lizzie Mcgarret Lizzie managed to stand until she noticed the god's expression. "What?"</s> <\|message\|>Loki He shook his head "nothing don't worry about it"</s> <\|message\|>Lizzie Mcgarret She bashfully smiled as she walked over to her fridge and found the same bowl of fruit. She then walked to the couch and sat down next to the God but she kept her distance. She didn't look at him either.</s> <\|message\|>Lizzie Mcgarret She took a bite from a strawberry from the bowl and laid back on the couch against the head rest.</s> <\|message\|>Loki The god said nothing as he was pondering and getting himself ready for the world</s> <\|message\|>Lizzie Mcgarret Lizzie didn't say anything either as she packed some extra things they would need to the journey. "Where would Thanos hide?", she spoke up to break the silence.</s> <\|message\|>Loki "everywhere, he hides between realms and in realms as well" he muters gently as he knew Thantos was sly and tricky and if not more bold then others.</s> <\|message\|>Lizzie Mcgarret "Makes a lot of sense", she agreed while she went confused for a moment. "Now how will we get there?"</s> <\|message\|>Loki He sighed eyes glowing and said to Handull and said "really could use a small help to Asgard please he mutters as a beam of light shot down and they where teleported to Asgard and he sighed looking at the rainbow bridge and sighed "come on lets get this over with" mutters gently walking toward the palce not happy.</s> <\|message\|>Lizzie Mcgarret "We are so gonna get in trouble", Lizzie muttered to him as she saw the palace and followed Loki. "Seriously, I think hiding in a guest room here would suffice"</s> <\|message\|>Loki "well we need the help of my mother and thor so you will stay in the guest room" his eyes glowed as she vanished there and he vanished off seeing Thor grabbed him sharply and vanished to th guest room swiftly . he glaredat Thor "shut up, I am tryin to save the damn worlds and realms now you can either help or know that your thereason Thnaos could have killed everyone" he said sharply not playing around eing dead seriuos</s> <\|message\|>Lizzie Mcgarret Thor eventually pitched Loki off of him as soon as they got to the guest room where Lizzie was. "Shut it trickster", the Thunder God muttered in annoyance. "It's true. The realms are at risk in Thanos' wrath. The stones are at risk", Lizzie spoke up even though she wasn't supposed to. "You brung the mortal with you!?"</s> <\|message\|>Loki "Well yeah need some help even if its not from you. Now you going to help or not?" He demanded eyes narrowed sharply blazing with an old child like fitey Thor had not seen in ages.</s> <\|message\|>Lizzie Mcgarret Thor knew that the God of mischief was serious when angry. But he wasn't sure whether that he was confused or angry. He sighed in annoyance and frustration. "Very well but I must find a way to get off to the realms. Stay here. We leave at dawn", he said to them both before leaving.</s> <\|message\|>Loki "mother knows the ways aroudn the realms she also has the realm bracelets if you don't remember Thor" he spoke telepathicly eyes closed gently and sighed gently as he was tired.</s> <\|message\|>Lizzie Mcgarret Lizzie went to the balcony of the guest room and was amazed by the beautiful view.</s> <\|message\|>Loki Loki looked at the girl and seeing her looking out and smiels gently and ewalked over "nice view eh?" he asked</s> <\|message\|>Lizzie Mcgarret She gasped as Loki came into view next to her. "It's beautiful", she sighed with a smile. "Your brother had one hell of a punch", she recalled with a chuckle.</s> <\|message\|>Loki He grinned gently "yeah i know he always does. I am used to it"</s> <\|message\|>Lizzie Mcgarret She chuckled at his response. "How often?", she asked as she leaned against the railing with her hands.</s> <\|message\|>Loki "about four times each months I either got jabbed or punched dependinf on what i did" he said shaking his head smiling slight;y</s> <\|message\|>Lizzie Mcgarret "Ouch", she winced as she imagined how that must have felt. It's like being abided in the past. This answer of his triggered a lot of things in the past. "I was hurt the same way", she sighed sadly.</s> <\|message\|>Loki He looked at her "want to talk about it ? it helps to release out the paina nd misery"</s> <\|message\|>Lizzie Mcgarret She sighed. She had to let it out. She has held it in for too long. "Sure", she muttered as she turned around and say on the bed slowly.</s> <\|message\|>Loki He sat down beside her ansd waited for her to start</s> <\|message\|>Lizzie Mcgarret "I had many guys in the past. I found them nice on the outside but in the inside, they were a different person. We go out and enjoy ourselves until he forced himself on me. He never listened to my pleas. I was their plaything and their punching bag. And worse, they never felt remorse after", her voice cracked as some tears fell down her cheeks. "I was done with guys. Never flirted at them nor did try to. I felt weak and I couldn't fight. No signs of affection either", she finished as her eyes casted downwards as she still heard her sounds of sobbing and pleading within her head.</s> <\|message\|>Loki The god wasn't good with comforting but he slowly curled his arms around her "shhhhh its ok its ok" he whispered gently closing his eyes gently.</s> <\|message\|>Lizzie Mcgarret No one was fighting along with her when these events happened. Not to mention that her family was dead. She leaned into Loki as he soothed her. Honestly, this was helping. She reached back and held his cold hand.</s> <\|message\|>Loki He sighed gently "shhh let it all out its going to be ok" said smiles happily</s> <\|message\|>Lizzie Mcgarret She sighed in relief as she intertwined their fingers together. Her tears manage to dry up and she finally managed to calm down. "Is there a wash here?", she asked, dissapointed to break the touching moment.</s> <\|message\|>Loki Loki laughed nodding pointing to the door "there"</s> <\|message\|>Lizzie Mcgarret She sat up as she went to the closet that was in the guest room. She found a silky white gown used for sleepwear. She shrugged and went into the bathroom.</s> <\|message\|>Loki Loki was sitting there eyes closed tired and happy eyes opened as he hummed</s>	<\|message\|>Lizzie Mcgarret Lizzie finished her shower and put on the silk gown. She managed to dry her hair and walk out of the bathroom.</s>
<\|description\|>Jacob Millford Jacob Millford "Wishes are for those who do not have the mettle to grasp that which they desire." Age: 36 Gender: Male Servant: Assassin Powers/Abilities: The Millford family bloodline has dedicated their efforts to the study and greater understanding of the element of Wind. Their Magic Crest is the most complex collection of understanding outside of the Mages Association, which the Millford family has deeply rooted connections with. With a wide range of spells engraved into it he possess the power to wield the element in both an offensive and defensive manner. Spells: These spells are as robust as they are varied. With his family's legacy behind him, he can all but command the wind with a variety of incantations and movements. With little effort he can command the wind around him into a protective vortex to deflect attack or into a deadly gale force to hammer those that would harm him. It is difficult to be precise when controlling the wind, so using these spells tends to leave collateral damage akin to a hurricane. By forming a boundary field made of wind he can conceal himself from being seen or heard. Due to the nature of how the wind needs to move as well as how compressed it is, all that could be heard are the gusts of wind that cover him, making it not a valid type of stealth. This requires an immense amount of concentration so it is impossible for him to use other spells at the same time. The ability to enter a state of nothingness through meditation, allowing the wind to flow through and into him in order to decipher the information the wind would bring to him, such as sounds and scents from great distances. Wound into his Magic Crest are Runes designed to negate any magical effects involving Wind that would attempt to affect him. This is done not to protect the host of the Crest, but to protect the Crest itself from the experiments that the owner would conduct. Currently when he inscribes the rune upon the surface it creates a gust of wind that ruins itself. Currently he has found only two usages for this by inscribing the rune on the bottom of his shoe. When he focuses his prana into his steps it allows him to move faster and jump greater distances. If he does not focus, the gust the imprint makes is strong enough to blow away the tracks he left behind, making it harder to find him should he flee a dangerous situation. This is his area of study that he focuses on to carry on the family's Crest. Appearance: Apprance His families' Magic Crest is inscribed upon his legs, starting at the ankle and stopping just below the knee. Personality: Despite his reputation of being a well learned humble sir, he possesses quite the wild side. Professionally he is curious and punctual with strong values, treating most with the respect that they might deny him. When the mood shifts and he gets laid back he turns into a feisty fearless man who knows full well that he is a cut above the rest. More often than not he will go out of his way for other people, if he thinks they deserve it. Above all he places learning above all else and has an insatiable curiosity. Short Biography: Born the first child of his parents, he was set up from birth to inherit his family's legacy and continue their efforts to expand their Magic Crest. For most of his life he never questioned his choices, believe that this was the life his parents worked so hard for him have. When he was old enough he was accepted into the Mages Association at the Clock Tower where he choose to study in Archaeology. When he entered the Association he was bright eyed and hopeful, but after four short years he understood all too well that most Magus put little effort into the pursuit of knowledge, and more stock in the pursuit of power. When he was able to he left Clock Tower for the life of an Archaeologist, traveling on the Association's dime to find remnants of the Age of Magic. After more than a decade of this he grew tired of the hypocrisy of the Association, and took his experiences and decided to put them to good use. Settling down in Ukatan he got a job at the university teaching various History courses, where he continues his families study in his personal time. Other: Holding the belief that an ill prepared Magus is a dead magus, Jacob carries around a six shot revolver, which he happens to be a good shot with. However, this revolver has been altered in a fashion to allow it to be a focus for his Magecraft. When he fires a shot while the cylinder is empty it channels his prana enhancing certain spells. * * * * * * Caster True Name: Nicolas Flamel Class: Caster Age: 88 Gender: Male Master: Dr. Fumio Nakahara Noble Phantasm: Philosopher's Stone (Thaumaturgy): The great stone of legend that can turn worthless metals into gold. This is only a fraction of its abilities. It is a somewhat sentient tool that can bend matter and energies around it, shaping them into different forms and compositions. It can be used to alter materials on an atomic level, making that which was altered nigh-impenetrable or crumble to dust. Cosmology can also be altered by the Stone, changing any of the elements into another. - The holder is blessed with accelerated healing for as long as they hold it. The more sever the wound the longer the healing will take, but it can cut months of healing down to a few hours. This power is derived from the condensation the stone excretes, which is the fabled Elixir of Life. With all the materials present, the wielder can change the battle field into a way that benefits himself as well as use it to fight his opponent. The ground can shift, rise and fall. Rocks and chunks of earth can be tossed without so much as touching them. Plants can meld together on a cellular level to form vines and brush to tangle a victim. Class Skills Territory Creation B Item Construction A Personal Skills Independent Action A+ Collector C Alchemy EX Magecraft D Numerology C Appearance: Link (This is the only picture I could find to be appropriate at the time, will keep looking.) A stocky old man of about five feet tall, all the hairs on his face and head are silvery grey. He is deep with wrinkles but his skin does not sag, making him look twenty years younger than he actually is/would be. He changes his attire frequently as his appetites are finicky. Personality: Nicolas was often dismissed by his peers and fellow alchemists due to his childish nature. He always believed that he would have more time than was needed to accomplish his goals, so at any chance he had he took to jocularity and relaxation. When it comes to the needs of others he is sympathetic and helpful, but knows full well that in order for him to succeed, others might have to fail. However more often than not he will try to help others find a different way to accomplish their goals, one that does not interfere with his path. Short Biography: Many accounts of who Nicolas Flamel really was are conflicted. Here is the truth. He was born in Paris France, where he lived and worked as a scribe and only dabbled in science and alchemy until he bought a rather curious book titled "The Book of the Sacred Magic of Abramelin the Mage". It took him several years to decode the twenty one pages in it, but for his hard work he was rewarded with knowledge far exceeding anyone he had worked with before. The book taught him how to create the Philosopher's Stone, a process that he vowed never to tell anyone and even went so far as to destroy the book, burning it and scattering the ashes over several countries. From there on forward he lived a luxurious life with his wife. They lived for hundreds of years, traveling the world and seeking out new flavors of life and the people of the world. One day when they decided it was time they used the stone to end their lives, leaving behind no trace of themselves, save for some wild stories and sightings in the seventeenth century. Other: Even though he is of the Caster class, Nicolas Flamel is a failure as a Magus. With no family history or training, he never built a Mage Crest or the wealth of knowledge that most think necessary. His small pool of Prana in life became expanded in death, though only slightly bigger. The Philosopher's Stone allows him to use what little Prana he has to accomplish great tasks. Without the stone he is little more than an 88 year old man.</s> <\|message\|>Patrick Edward Culiar ~Ukatan University~ Cage was a little surprised at the girl's excitement. She even told him her name despite the fact that they'll probably never meet again but the actor decided to play along. "Well I'm Eddie Cage. You know, 'Law Abiding Civilian', 'The Ranger'." Cage tried ringing bells by mentioning films he starred in. "I actually have a Japanese name but I don't use it much."</s> <\|message\|>Akane Inukai Ukatan City University, Ukatan, Japan ??:?? "Eddie Cage, huh?" Akane repeated idly, neither impressed nor disgruntled by the "titles" or whatever he called himself. To her, all that mattered was his true name. He might be some sort of celebrity, but she didn't care; he was a person and one that seemed decent enough to be around, even if he was slightly more known than herself. She perked up at the mention of a Japanese name. Now that he mentioned it, he had one that sounded more Western than anything else, to be honest. Maybe he came from the West, like America or England? She wasn't one to pry, and so she simply maintained her friendly smile as she nodded her head. "I'd like to know your Japanese name, but honestly, I think I'm running a bit too late to class," she laughed, readjusting her satchel as the strap had fallen off of her shoulder. Akane waved over her shoulder as she turned away from him. "The only class that's going on at this time is something to do with the occult, so I think you're going that way too, right? Come on~" It took at least five more minutes for her to find the damned lecture hall, and she had to admit that it was rather frustrating to look down at her paper and then up again. The thought of going to class tired her out even more, and by the time that she reached the hall she had begun to drag her feet and sag her shoulders. Maybe she should have skipped today... she wasn't willing to put up with a professor droning on about who knows what. Akane groaned as she pushed open the door to the lecture hall, her eyes half-lidded and face pale from getting no rest the previous night. I'm just going to say I'm sick if anyone asks... Waving a half-hearted goodbye at Eddie before making her way to an empty seat, she couldn't help but rest her head on the table and peer dully at the professor. She was late-- really late --but honestly she did not care nor did she want to hear the babbling of the teacher. [@PaulHaynek ]</s>	<\|message\|>Jacob Millford It was a pleasant surprise that Assassin wanted to talk. The Master had feared that an Assassin would rather stick to the shadows, vacating the light at all times. But it seemed that Marie-Anne had no problem acting like a normal member of society. It would do well to hide her identity, but also make her more noticeable. Random people showing up during the Grail War was reason to suspect them enough. The Magi didn't put much stock in coincidence or happenstance, for every effect there is a cause. She also appeared to humor his request of counting houses. He gleamed in response to her answer. This information was arbitrary, but further proved her talents. It had taken Jacob most of the night to formulate an identity for Marie-Anne. He knew that it would have to be two fold, one for the public, and one for any other Masters that happen to discover that he was a Magus. It would only take one phone call to anyone at the Association for anyone to figure out that Jacob was a Magus, and from their tracking his family and associates would be simple, leaving Assassin looking like a servant. What he came up with was something that would work well, but left him unsettled. "I thought that more truth than lie would go a long way in our relationship and our ruse. If anyone asks you about me tell them we just met and that you don't know me too well. Tell them you are a cousin from my father's side, his side is the non-magical one. His name is Burton, my mother is Harva. Make up a reason for coming here on your own. Just keep me up on your lies so I can duplicate them. That should cover you in the public eye." This was the simple part, a white lie that they were related would give most the security that nothing funny was happening. Anyone that looked into this story would give themselves away that they were up to something, which lead him to the other half. Scratching the back of his head he doubted it for a moment, but knew it was the strongest route to take. "If anyone presses you hard for information, or you identify them as Magi or a Master, tell them that you are a marriage candidate." Jacob found himself stumbling over those last two words. "My family is very particular about our blood line, there are a lot of factors that they feel should go into the woman bearing my child. Regardless, this leaves a lot of wiggle room. We don't have to act like we don't know each other too well because we don't. You don't have to pretend to know anything about Magecraft, forgive me for assuming that you don't. Lastly we can be ourselves around each other, as we are 'getting to know' each other." This was a bit unorthodox, but just like a family member would satisfy most people, a marriage candidate would demand some courtesy for Magi. Some in the magical community held themselves to higher standards in the pursuit of knowledge. The Millford line has been arraigning marriages for as long as the family name has been known. It produced the healthiest of offspring by attempting to eliminate any mental or physical defects due to "unclean" family history. In the past Jacob has had two such candidates sent to him, both of them being offered a large sum to live with him for a month. None of them worked out as a meaningful relationship in his eyes, so no wedding bells rang yet. The greatest benefit of this lie would be the security it offered the both of them. Attacking a marriage candidate was as bad as attacking the family directly. In the Association, this would ruin a reputation and burn quite a few bridges, scaring a family for generations. "I want you to maintain any sense of neutrality you have for as long as you can. The moment you give yourself away as a servant, we loose a huge edge. I don't even want them to know how tall you are, the less they know the more we stay hidden. If you must attack, leave no witnesses and make damn well sure you kill both the master and the servant. Do what you have to to maintain your identity. Is this reasonable?"</s>
<\|description\|>Hōzuki Shingetsu Nickname/Alias: Gender: Male Age: 18 Sexuality: Hetero Village: Kirigakure no Sato Rank: Chuunin Chakra Nature: Water Release & Lightning Release Appearance Shingetsu has short silver hair, blue like sapphire eyes. He is quite tall around 186 cm and weigh about 80. Shingetsu believe in keeping the body in shape, so he has quite an athletic body. Shingetsu wears an armless shirt with a zipper in the middle, on it he is wearing the Kirigakures thick armored flak jacket. Black pants, Shingetsu wears also a belt with 4 water bottles, 2 bottles at each side of his hips. At his back hang his 2 handed sword Mooncutter. Personality: You know there is a always a really loud person at a party? Yea, Shingetsu is that person. Although he is loud, his heart is at the right place. Shingetsu hate everything that is injustice in the world, and fight with everything he have to make the world to a better place. Shingetsu also believe what people are saying real easy, that make him quite a target for practical jokes. History: Shingetsu was born in the famous clan Hōzuki. At young age Shingetsu receive combat training from his parents. Although he never like it at the beginning and was more interesting to play with the other kids than training(As expected from a kid). His parents were always able to find him and brings him back for more harder training. It was the first time that he held a sword in his hands that made Shingetsu really interesting in his ninja training. His parents begun to teach him about the history of his clan and his clan ultimate goal: To find all the legendary swords that was once belong to The Seven Swordsmen of The Mist. At that moment Shingetsu wowed to find all swords and resurrect The Seven Swordsmen once again. Shingetsu enter academy and made a fast progress. Ninjutsu, Taijutsu and Kenjutsu was his best strengths. He graduated from academy at 9 with top grades and began to do missions in his three man team. Although he considering his teammates his comrades, he never feel like he bonded with them. For Shingetsu is was always duty to his clan and to his village. His search for the legendary swords slowed down his progress in rank so Shingetsu became Chuunin at age 15. His father told him that he should join the SETU because he believe that will make Shingetsu even stronger. The young Hozuki set his mind on the SETU exam. Other: Shingetsu is from the famous Hōzuki clan, like every other Hōzuki members. Shingetsu has the ability to turn his body to a liquefied form. But it is required that they have to stay hydrated. That is why Shingetsu always brings with him 4 water bottles. Shingetsu has also a big two handed sword strapped on his back. He has forge the sword himself after the teaching of his father. He named the sword Mooncutter ========================================= Weapons/Items: A two handed sword named Mooncutter Description: Appearance: ========================================= Special Traits Shingetsu is a very skilled at guerilla warfare. Although he prefer to get close and personal with his enemies. Kekkei Genkai: None ========================================= Jutsus: [hider=Canon Jutsu] Name of Technique: Suika no Jutsu(Hydrification Technique ) Type of Jutsu: Supplementary Rank: - Range: - Nature Type: Water release Description: This technique makes it impossible to receive damage from physical attacks. From a single hair, to the skin and muscles, everything can be liquefied and solidified at will. Be it to evade an enemy's attack during a short range battle, to infiltrate a structure, or to launch a surprise attack in a liquefied state, this technique boasts a high strategic value. Applying this technique, the user can also modify their body parts for suitable situations. In this form the user can also draw upon and control nearby water by immersing himself amongst the liquid. Weakness: Boasting high strategic value, the only way to contain a user of this technique is to lock them up in an airtight container so they cannot move about.[2] When the user passes out, they turn into a jelly-like state.[3] Since this technique turns the body into water, the Hōzuki are extremely vulnerable to Lightning Release techniques. Name of Technique: Suirou no Jutsu - Water Prison Technique Type of Jutsu: Supplementary Rank: C Range: Close Nature Type: Water Release Description: is a Ninjutsu that utilizes water to imprison an opponent. The ninja forms the necessary hand seals which causes the water to form around the target into a spherical prison which only allows for limited movement. Weakness: The ninja must keep their body touching the water prison to maintain its existence. If the contact is broken, the water falls away and their target is released Name of Technique: Mizu Bunshin no Jutsu - Water Clone Technique Type of Jutsu: Ninjutsu, Clone Techniques Rank: C Range: - Nature Type: Water release Description: The Water Clone Technique is similar to the Shadow Clone Technique except it creates clones out of water that have one-tenth of the original person's power.[2] Like other solid clone techniques, the clones can be used to perform tasks the user is unable or unwilling to do for themselves. The range of the clone is limited however, as it can not travel very far from the original body without losing control. Like other clone techniques, if the water clones are injured enough they will revert back to normal water Weakness: Short range. Name of Technique: Mizudeppō: Nichō - Water Gun: Two Guns Type of Jutsu: Ninjutsu, Clan Secret technique, Offensive Rank: - Range: Close (0m ~ 5m) Nature Type: Water Release Description: A more lethal version of the Water Gun Technique, this technique is used by members of the Hōzuki clan. After liquifying their hands, the user mimics a gun with their hands and fires two powerful jets of water from their index fingers. Weakness: Name of Technique: Suiton: Gōsuiwan no Jutsu - Water Release: Great Water Arm Technique Type of Jutsu: Supplementary Rank: B Range: - Nature Type: Water Release Description: By putting the Hydrification Technique into practical use, the muscles of the arm are temporarily enlarged and strengthened. Moisture is gathered from the whole body and compressed into the entire arm, like an instant pump-up. However, because it is essential to properly control the moisture balance inside the body, this technique's degree of difficulty is very high. The technique gives the user superhuman strength, capable of breaking through both rock walls and steel doors with ease. Weakness: Name of Technique: Suijinheki - Water Encampment Wall Type of Jutsu: Defense Rank: B Range: Close (0m ~ 5m) Nature Type: Water Release Description: is a Ninjutsu utilizing the Water Element. The ninja will first do a string of hand seals and then proceed to blow out a jet of water from their mouth to act as a water barrier from incoming attack. Weakness: Name of Technique: Mizurappa - Water Trumpet Type of Jutsu: Attack Rank: - Range: Close (0m ~ 5m), Mid (5m ~ 10m) Nature Type: Water Release Description: is a Ninjutsu utilizing the Water Element. After forming the needed handseals, the Ninja will expel a strong jet of water at his/her opponent. Weakness: Name of Technique: Iaigiri - Draw And Slice Type of Jutsu: Offensive Rank: - Range: Close Nature Type: Kenjutsu Description: Adhering to the principles of Iaidō, the user performs a quick and powerful slash with their sword in order to cut the intended target, before immediately resheathing the blade afterwards. As for Shingetsu, his sword doesnt have a shealth. Therefore he simply strap back his sword on his back. Weakness: Name of Technique: Kiri-Ryuu Uragiri - Mist Style: Reverse Beheading Type of Jutsu: Offensive Rank: - Range: Close Nature Type: Kenjutsu Description: The user does a powerful spin, generating the momentum needed to slash at any opponents behind them. The user can also utilise this spinning motion to trick an enemy that's in front of them. The enemy is fooled into thinking the user will attack them, but instead the user attacks the targets behind the user. Weakness: Name of Technique: Kiri-Ryuu Mikazukigiri - Mist Style: Crescent Moon Slice Type of Jutsu: Offensive Rank: - Range: Close Nature Type: Kenjutsu Description: The user swings their sword in a single, large, crescent moon-shaped arc, which occurs with such ferocious velocity that the technique can be employed in situations where only a very limited time to react is available. The swing can be used to counter attacks from multiple opponents simultaneously Weakness: Name of Technique: Suiton: Tate Eboshi - Water Release: Bury Crow Hat Child Type of Jutsu: Offensive, Defensive Rank: B Range: Close Nature Type: Water Release Description: After using the Hydrification Technique to merge with a water source, the user can form a giant wave that looks like a demon-like fish. The user can use this form to battle larger opponents, or he can use it to shield allies from attack. Weakness:</s> <\|message\|>Hōzuki Shingetsu "Finally!" Shingetsu said when he saw the gate swung up. "Stay close to me Hiraki-san. I dont want to get chew at by Mizukage" We need to move fast, and when we can, we need to came up with some strategies for encounters. Shingetsu thought for himself as he launched himself up in the air toward tje forest.</s> <\|message\|>Haruhi Hikari Haruhi stood once she saw Shingetsu moving ahead. She rolled her eyes and tightened the ribbon holding her hair. "He only cares because he knows I'll be his successor one day. Let that sink in. You get to babysit the future Mizukage." she said confidently before sticking her tonge out at his back. Running ahead of him and hopping up into the trees to stay off the ground, Haruhi was feeling lighthearted but was also keeping her senses sharp, looking out for any possible threat. Again the sound of some kind of beast was heard nearby and Haruhi paused, curiosity wanting her to go and see what it was.</s> <\|message\|>Ikazuchi, Zee The gate opened and let all of them out in the open. Oh, yes, it was time to finally get on with things. She had to make every encounter count, though. She put the strands of her white hair that were covering her face away so that her field of vision became clear again. She wasn't the kind to wait for everyone, she was more the kind to watch over everything from a branch, out of the reach of everyone. It was better to have an eagle's point of view, after all. "Then, make sure not to get into trouble everyone. And don't eat anything that might be poisonous. See you later!" Changing up her personality, Zee readied herself. Making the hand positions necessary, she wasn't about to be the last one getting out of that place, even if the Ayane girl from Suna said that she was waiting for everyone to get out, she didn't want to be left behind. Whatever that monster was, well, she would just have to deal with it as it came. "Wind Release: Wind Talon!" She said and out she went, with quite some speed on her. She then jumped, disappearing into the thich of the woodworks. She continued on jumping through the branches, though, not losing sight of her teammates. "Don't die on me now." She said, though more to her rather than to anyone else. No one else was with her at the time, after all.</s> <\|message\|>Makashi Ayane Ayane fell into place at the back of the shinobi convoy. It was her natural spot as a puppeteer, she could survey the whole team and react to their movements, it felt good that she didn't have to make hard decisions. Besides, there were some fairly nice backsides in this team... She could get used to this. As she jumped from branch to branch she checked the position of her summoning scrolls. They were keeping a pretty good pace, and there was always a risk that her scrolls switched places mid-jump, which could be disastrous if they ran into a fight. She'd coated her scrolls in different materials just to make sure that she'd never mistake one for the other. As they made their way deeper into the unknown Ayane grew more and more uncertain. Her new friends seemed content in rushing head first into danger, but Ayane wanted something more to go on. The thought of fighting side by side with people she'd met only a few minutes before was utterly unappealing, not to mention dangerous. She spotted an opening in a small rock formation below. Large enough to accommodate five persons with ease, and still small enough to keep those five relatively hidden from prying eyes. "Hey, down there!" She called out, feeling pretty certain that the forest was too large for another team to be close by just yet. "Let's take a break and talk!" Immediately Ayane dropped down and landed on one of the rocks that overlooked the formation. She looked right, left, back and forward. Apart from a few smaller animals that fled at the sight of her the forest was silent and empty. She waved to her team mates to come down and took a seat herself. "So... I don't know about you, but perhaps we should work on some kind of strategy... I think we'll see some action before the end of the day. I got a look at the other Suna-shinobi that are here, let's just say that some of them doesn't look shy." her eyes trailed over her friends and stopped at the Kiri-shinobi with the large sword. He was a loud-mouth, perfect to get the ball rolling. "The swordsmen of the mist are basically melee attack-types, right?"</s>	<\|message\|>Hōzuki Shingetsu Shingetsu stopped and landed on a branch as soon as he heard Ayane cried out. Second after he understood what the Suna kunoichi wanted, Shingetsu jumped down and squatted on of the rocks. "More or less. I am a close quarter specialist." He answered Ayane and started to drink from one of his water bottles</s>
<\|description\|>Haruhi Hikari Character Sheet Nickname/Alias: None Gender: Female Age: 18 Sexuality: Heterosexual Village: Rank: Chunin Chakra Nature: Appearance: Personality: Haruhi has a personality that is unlike the stereotypical gloomy Hidden Mist personalities one would assume to find. She has been faced with death, lost a few of those most close to her, and has speant many nights crying herself to sleep. Despite it all, Haru has managed to keep her same bubbly personality that keeps people wanting to know her. She is tough at heart, determined, and stubborn, If she dosent get what she wants right away, she will fight and fight, never letting up until she gets it. She hates few things and loves alot of things. Though it once was easy to upset her, or get her to cry, it is much more difficult now. After years of trying to learn patience and control over her emotions, she had finally suceeded in such and is more laid back than she used to be. Within her are a perfect molded together combination of Mika Hayashi's fierce fighting style, and Takeshi Shun's casual and fun personality. (Those two are her NPC sensei's.) Haruhi is a quick thinker, unpredictable, and she hits hard everytime, never letting up when faced with tough challenges. She refuses to ever let down her teammates, villiage, sensei's, etc. and is extremely loyal. She can be trusted to follow through with tasks without hesitation, and no longer does she second guess herself. When she is not training, sleeping, or on missions, she can be found dragging often unwilling close ones out to eat before using her adorable charm to get them to pay. Not once has she failed with that. History: "I've grown up... I know now that death comes with being a shinobi... There are times when death is hard for me to accept, but if I don't get over it, there's no future..." At a younge age, Haruhi was seen by medical ninja after a near death expirence. Her heart has always been weak as she grew up, and as a result, her mother would oftentimes shield her from doing anything dangerous. As a result she grew up staying at home alone most days or roaming the streets watching academy kids run around and train. Her father, Shougo, was a Hidden Mist shinobi, working as an academy teacher in fact, and it was always a dream of hers to be an amazingly strong shinobi like her father. At the age of 8, Haruhi lost her dad. She came home to see her mother crying about her father's death from an illness and Haruhi was sad but found even more determination to become strong. At the time, she didn't find it strange. There was no burial, no body...in fact, the last time she saw her dad was when he told her he was going away on a top secret mission and would be back in three days time. He lied. His last words to her, with a light pat on her small head was, "Take care of your mother while i'm gone okay? And don't be afraid of anything. Your super strong, never doubt that. Being a Hikari means you never give up, no matter what." It was that that would guide Haruhi through her life as a beginner shinobi. Going into the academy at the age of 10, Haruhi's frail mind, body, and spirit held her back from graduating for a long time. She was picked on by younger kids her were in her class, made fun of for being older and weaker. Made little jokes about how stupid she was for thinking she could ever be a real ninja. Even the teachers would whisper, even the medic nins would tell her after she collapsed from pushing too hard, that she wasent suited to be a kunoichi. Despite it all, Haruhi pushed through all those years, not letting anyone see her cry but her mom. Finally, just after her 14th birthday, she would graduate and be assigned to Mika Hayashi's Team 14 along with two teammates. Time would pass and what started out as an unlucky placement in a team of jerks, would change into a team that Haruhi would be proud to be in. Though the three would likely not admit it, they all learned to tolerate eachother and become friends of sorts. It was when her sensei gave her a small Bingo Book that a series of events would occur and result in the slow changing of Haruhi's life. She found out her father hadn't really just died of sickness, but was killed by the former Hokage. She had also found out that not only was her father a criminal wanted for everything bad under the sun...her mother knew about it and kept the truth from her for years. Angry and spiteful, she left home in search of security she ended up finding with her sensei, Mika. Together they planned a new goal for her, a new ninja way, and a new reason to keep fighting harder than she did back at the academy. Determined not to let her grief consume her, Haruhi got back up, only to be hit by another setback. The Five Tailed Bijuu would be sealed into her against her will, and again she felt betrayed by not just her sensei, but by her entire villiage. It was if everyone was trying to make it harder for her. Kicking her while she was down and throwing impossible scenarios at her at every turn. She would eventually meet Takeshi Shun, her second sensei, who along with Mika would train her and help her reach her ultimate goal of becoming strong enough to protect her villiage. Also seeking to make things right with her mother, Haruhi would go to her and tell her about her beast. Her mother would scorn her and cast her out. Claiming she was a monster and no longer her child. She would later find her mother dead at home, her rotted corpse later analyzed and determined she committed suicide. Angry and hurt beyone belief, Haruhi ended up losing control a short time before Chunin exams, and threatened the safety of the villiagers as she began changing form into her tailed beast. Again her sensei's would help her through it, and again she felt lost, broken, and wanting to give up, but with arms outstretched from Takeshi and a firm grip on her hand from Mika, her sensei's would help Haruhi eventually fight her way out of that pit of darkness too and continue on her path to greatness. Now a Chunin, Haruhi is one step closer to reaching her new goal of one day becoming Mizukage. Being recognized by her village as a fast rising shinobi, her village leaders gifted her with the sword Kokuyōseki, that had been forged specifically for her. Haruhi would soon find out she was soon to be recruited into a different organization, and the sword was to protect her from harm. "I'm Haruhi Hikari and that doesn't really mean a whole lot just yet. But one day, i'm going to be strong enough to protect this villiage, and everyone will trust me. They wont think i'm weak, and no outsider will ever try to hurt the people I love. One day, i'm going to let our Mizukage-sama take a break because... I'm going to rule the Mist!" Other: ========================================= Weapons/Items: Description: A heavy, oversized broadsword with a sharp edge extending the length of the blade on one side. On the other it is serated in one section. This large sword has the ability to conduct Haruhi's lightning chakra, making the blade sharper and deadlier than before. Known to still be charged when she lets go of it. The details of its forgery is unknown to Haruhi, but she knows it was made specifically for her and was infused with her chakra. Appearance: ========================================= Special Traits: * Advanced Chakra Control * Above Average Chakra Reserve * Out of the Box Fighting Style * Good in Ninjutsu and Taijutsu * Good Speed and Agility * Good Multitasking Skills * Unpredictable * Manipulative * Doesn't Give Up Easily * Jinchuriki Chakra * Quick Thinker</s> <\|message\|>Ikazuchi, Zee The gate opened and let all of them out in the open. Oh, yes, it was time to finally get on with things. She had to make every encounter count, though. She put the strands of her white hair that were covering her face away so that her field of vision became clear again. She wasn't the kind to wait for everyone, she was more the kind to watch over everything from a branch, out of the reach of everyone. It was better to have an eagle's point of view, after all. "Then, make sure not to get into trouble everyone. And don't eat anything that might be poisonous. See you later!" Changing up her personality, Zee readied herself. Making the hand positions necessary, she wasn't about to be the last one getting out of that place, even if the Ayane girl from Suna said that she was waiting for everyone to get out, she didn't want to be left behind. Whatever that monster was, well, she would just have to deal with it as it came. "Wind Release: Wind Talon!" She said and out she went, with quite some speed on her. She then jumped, disappearing into the thich of the woodworks. She continued on jumping through the branches, though, not losing sight of her teammates. "Don't die on me now." She said, though more to her rather than to anyone else. No one else was with her at the time, after all.</s> <\|message\|>Makashi Ayane Ayane fell into place at the back of the shinobi convoy. It was her natural spot as a puppeteer, she could survey the whole team and react to their movements, it felt good that she didn't have to make hard decisions. Besides, there were some fairly nice backsides in this team... She could get used to this. As she jumped from branch to branch she checked the position of her summoning scrolls. They were keeping a pretty good pace, and there was always a risk that her scrolls switched places mid-jump, which could be disastrous if they ran into a fight. She'd coated her scrolls in different materials just to make sure that she'd never mistake one for the other. As they made their way deeper into the unknown Ayane grew more and more uncertain. Her new friends seemed content in rushing head first into danger, but Ayane wanted something more to go on. The thought of fighting side by side with people she'd met only a few minutes before was utterly unappealing, not to mention dangerous. She spotted an opening in a small rock formation below. Large enough to accommodate five persons with ease, and still small enough to keep those five relatively hidden from prying eyes. "Hey, down there!" She called out, feeling pretty certain that the forest was too large for another team to be close by just yet. "Let's take a break and talk!" Immediately Ayane dropped down and landed on one of the rocks that overlooked the formation. She looked right, left, back and forward. Apart from a few smaller animals that fled at the sight of her the forest was silent and empty. She waved to her team mates to come down and took a seat herself. "So... I don't know about you, but perhaps we should work on some kind of strategy... I think we'll see some action before the end of the day. I got a look at the other Suna-shinobi that are here, let's just say that some of them doesn't look shy." her eyes trailed over her friends and stopped at the Kiri-shinobi with the large sword. He was a loud-mouth, perfect to get the ball rolling. "The swordsmen of the mist are basically melee attack-types, right?"</s> <\|message\|>Hōzuki Shingetsu Shingetsu stopped and landed on a branch as soon as he heard Ayane cried out. Second after he understood what the Suna kunoichi wanted, Shingetsu jumped down and squatted on of the rocks. "More or less. I am a close quarter specialist." He answered Ayane and started to drink from one of his water bottles</s> <\|message\|>Nathaniel (called him Nathan through out the character sheet as a shorting of his name) Moyasu oh boy it seems someone else has a idea of how We should be doing this Nathaniel thought to himself as he noticed the girl who wanted to stick behind the group point to a formation of rock's. It seemed to have a jagged edge work making it able to conceal 5 or 6 people relatively well. is that what she was planning? waiting out the 3 days in relative safety. but that idea was quickly dashed by her next word's. She wanted to take a break and talk. Why did that not appeal to Nathan in anyway shape or form. I don't know maybe its because it would be forceful interaction It necessary I know that but do i really want to do No I don't but it is a necessity Nathan thought as he let out a heavy sigh and dropped down onto the rock's. he then noticed she had summoning scroll's. this little Sunagakure Ninja, had scrolls but what did they summon? was it possible to make a contract with what she summoned. Nathaniel thought as his thoughts became slightly more childlike at the thought of summon's before returning to a more serious tone. Ayane wanted to speak to Shingetsu. oh that was fine with Nathaniel just ignore the guy carrying so many summoning scroll's still being ignored has its positive's yet their came Shingetsu with his over-sized sword. Nathaniel couldn't keep it in any longer "whats the point of being a close quarter specialist if you can't get close to the enemy?" He paused not wanting to continue his sentence so he decided to start a new one "well what can everyone else do?" he said quietly "maybe we should showcase a little?" he murmured "a little" he said barely audible before returning to silence</s>	<\|message\|>Haruhi Hikari Haruhi had already stopped nearby when on of her teammates suggested they group up and talk. With a shrug, she turned and walked over to the group, leaning lazily against one of the large rocks they were using as cover. As Shingetsu and Ayane began to talk, she wondered what kind of abilities the Suna girl had. Then Nathaniel spoke up, asking a question that seemed rather odd. Clearly as a close quarter specialist, you would approach the enemy yourself or wait to be approached before attacking. When he asked what everyone else could do, Haruhi looked around the group to see if anyone was going to speak up. He had voiced her thoughts, as she too was wondering the same thing. It would be a good idea to know the strengths and weaknesses of the people who were on your team. When it looked like no one was going to speak, she decided to. "I suppose I'm a more well rounded kind of shinobi. I adapt my fighting strategy depending on the situation. I would say I'm more of a close quarters specialist as well, as I prefer to fight with my fists. Though I may seem overly confident, I know when I can't handle a situation. If there's an enemy who I can't take on, I can take the role of support, covering my partner or sneaking up on someone and attacking from behind." She paused and thought for a moment. That pretty much summed it up. "And though I love a good spar, I don't think this is the best time for us to fight eachother. I don't know about anyone else but I don't pull my punches when I'm fighting, even when training. If one of us gets hurt while we try to show off, it could mean bad news in the long run." Haruhi kicked a small pebble that was near her foot. Though she wanted to joke around and have some fun, she knew that it was best for her to act more mature here. This time she didn't only have herself and Shingetsu to think about, but there were others who would be affected by her idiocy if she were to mess something up. There would always be a time to harass these guys later. She smirked at the thought of forcing the shy guy to hold a conversation for more than a minute.</s>
<\|description\|>Mahmoud Nobakht gonna add the major antagonist here Element: Phosphorus Age: 32 Gender: Male Appearance: Mahmoud is a short yet very slender man with Black hair and green eyes. His dark brown skin is rough and dry with years of a tough lifestyle. However, Mahmoud is always dressed in fine vestments, eagerly flaunting his wealth and power. Powers: Mahmoud is able to generate extrememly hot fires though rough friction with his skin. These flames can easily burn though flesh and bone, and incinerate most walls and barriers that get in the way. These flames are expetionally bright as well, and the fumes produced can lead to poisoning and flesh necrosis when exposed for extended time. Weapons: Mahmoud has no need for weapons, but he does keep a rough file to help get the friction to start fires. Backstory: Mahmoud Nobakht was born a lowely peasant in a povery stricken village in Afghanistan. Around the time he was 7, his father got an oppourtunity to emmigrate to nearby Iran, and so they did. During his time as a child, Mahmoud was known as a violent, agressive child. No matter how much he was scoulded or punished, Mahmoud made no progress. The people of his town often called him a devil child. When the teenage years came around, Mahmoud was shipped off, far from Iran to live with relatives in Russia. It was for the better, lest he be killed for his behavior at home. In his early adulthood, Mahmoud was little more than a common thug, working as a simple grunt in a semithreatening gang in the city of Moscow. It seemed that Mahmoud would be little more than a street thug for the rest of his life; his family giving up on him as soon as 18 rolled around, but then something happened. In an argument with a higher up gang member, Mahmoud took a swing at his adversary, his fist catching onto the worn, scratchy jacket and bursting into flames. As the man burned to Ash and bone, Mahmoud took this oppourtunity to assert his position of authority over the group. Now in control, with the power of Fire under his control, Mahmoud was able to crush all opposition before him, and establish a fortune and an empire of crime. Still, he realizes that there must be more like him, and so, Mahmoud uses his influence and power to seek out other elementals to join him.</s> <\|message\|>Mahmoud Nobakht The doors opened up upon the 5 elementals all together. Though they may not have taken notice to the tall, persian man smiling upon their presence. Mahmoud walked up to them, no fear in his face, the well dressed, slick black suit, with a tie red as the head of a matchstick. He chuckled a bit at the squabbling children as they argued and worried, though he was sure once they realized that he was in their vicinity. Josef had be right, they were indeed what he was looking for.</s> <\|message\|>Jaden Thurston/Fe - The Guardian Jaden felt a discomforting energy and looked up locking eyes with a well dressed man who smiled as he got into a crouch and stayed prepared for what might come. Aura got close to Aria, and Chloe stared as he came closer and Jaden felt a sting of anger as he smugly walked into the room. The tension began to grow as Jade watched the business man, momentarily wondering how he got into the house and found them and where Clay had run off to. "Who the hell are you?" Jaden received no answer, but the three alert elementals stared onward at him as Jaden felt his iron bangle begin to stretch and slide down into a whip, it was in that second that he heard the man laugh and an unnatural chill reached through him as he looked at the others and then at the man. Was he - or worse they - going to have to fight this man? Was he like them? Jaden looked him over and he felt that ominous aura before something clicked with him and he stared at the man in a moment of shock and fear before his eyes narrowed. "No....I remember you....." the man smiled and Jaden tensed all the while praying to anyone who would listen that the man would leave them alone for the time being - if he did that they would have a chance to escape and go into hiding. He felt the Iron on his body begin to form and wondered if just for a moment if he should stop it from forming over his teeth and to his nails - fangs and claws made of iron was a trick he had learned recently - but would he have to use it? God, he hoped not, Aura already didn't trust him and he got the feeling they were about to desperately need that trust. "We're in for a world of trouble..."</s> <\|message\|>Chloe Harper Chloe didn't know why she'd come back, but she really wished she hadn't. She'd thought her idea was a pretty damn good one, and now as she recognized Mahmoud from before, her heart sank. Great. She really really really wish she'd left. Now what were they going to do? She looked at no one but the stranger, staring him in the eyes. Her heart hammered and she struggled not to start breathing chlorine again (she'd just calmed down!), but she was determined not to look scared. Her stone-faced stare was something she took pride in. Hopefully that jackass waiter wouldn't escalate things again, or ask for life details. Maybe this fancily-dressed man wasn't meant to be scary as he came off as? Try to be calm. Just be cool. Be cool. "Um...nice tie," she said hesitantly. Unlike the possible elemental who'd started yelling on the street, she was too intimidated to flat-out ask what Mahmoud wanted. She wondered how long it would take everyone in the room to die if she just blew out some chlorine and left. What a shitty thing to think.</s> <\|message\|>Fargus Oberschmidt Central Park, New York "So, I said to him... Oh, look who it is! Hey, brother! The boys and I are over here!" "Fargus! I'm glad you and your friends are settling down well! So, how did the doctor's appointment go?" Fargus's brother, Leo, made his way over to the shaded knoll Fargus and the gang were staying on. Fargus gave his brother a warm hug and a hefty pat on the shoulder. "Ah, it turns out one of my ribs is basically all of the hard outer stuff. Like, no marrow or anything." Fargus shrugged. He knew very little about bones, but Gunther's constant lecturing about health certainly put some information in his head. "That sounds serious. Fargus, I want you to take it easy for the next few weeks. With your ribs like this, I'm certain they won't heal properly. Hey, listen... why don't we stop by my office later today? If what the doctor says is true, I'm sure I can figure out just what's wrong. So, how are your friends doing?" Peaches and Gunther shrugged. "We've been settling down easy. Haven't had any worries, all things considered!" Leo nodded, and settled down next to Peaches. "I'm glad to hear that. Hey, feel free to splurge a bit; I've got plenty of money to burn, and I'm sure you'll put it to good use. The clinic's always had its fair share of old money coming its way." "That reminds me. Why couldn't Fargus have come to you for a check-up?" "I run a geriatric clinic, Gunther. Unless Fargus is lying about his age, what I can offer wouldn't be of much use to him. I only deal with elderly patients." Leo glanced down at the lakeside, and saw a familiar face: Herschel Orenstein. "Oh, speaking of which, there's one of my clients now! Old Herschel's kind of a soursop, but you'd be surprised at how much he warms up to you if you're Jewish! Come on, I'll introduce you to him." Leo, Fargus, Peaches, and Gunther made their way down to where Herschel Orenstein was. Leo, being the one most familiar to Herschel, greeted him. "Hello, Mister Orenstein! I'm glad to see that you're out and about, despite your condition! I'd like to introduce you to my brothers: Fargus, Peaches, and Gunther! They've just recently emigrated from Scotland, so I've been showing them around! So, how have you been doing?"</s> <\|message\|>Jaden Thurston/Fe - The Guardian Jaden watched the man as he refused to answer - only smiling at them in a way that should have been fatherly, but was simply making his skin crawl - He smelt a chemical and instantly knew this man was one of them, and it outright terrified him. The others were watching, Aria barely awake as she frightfully watched the man in the doorway. As this took place Jaden's mind began to fly into panic mode. There were four of them, perfectly capable of taking him down if they pounced all at once - but with all the back and forth on trust between him and the three girls there was no way that was going to happen - therefore, he felt some discontent with what they could possibly do to stave off this man. Then he heard Chloe muttering to herself and he focused on that while keeping his eyes on the man and his options open. There was fireplace cleaners and pokers by his side all made entirely of pure iron - he could easily use that if he wanted but he knew there was only so much that would come of that. His eyes remained trained as he tried to hear what the Chlorine Elemental was saying. "Chlorine....Iron...and...what else..." His mind flew to his father's chemistry work, his work in Alchemical History and his memory fixed on a term used in his textbook in high school prior to him coming to Oxford. The combination reaction between Chlorine and his own element - a type of flamable gas that would very much come in handy - if they survived the colorful blast. He considered it and felt himself shake in tension as he reasoned it out. The man was still keeping his eyes on them and that meant talking was out of the question, but getting huddled close to one another wasn't. Therefore, Jaden made a slight motion towards Chloe who was near to Aura - the three of them on an arms length from each other. He got close to Chloe and the girl stared at him on shock while he kept his eyes on him and his mind settled on trying to figure out what he could possibly do. "If I activate my element and she breathes out the gas....then...maybe we can make that light a match term literal....please Chloe, take the hint!"</s> <\|message\|>Herschel Orenstein/ Greyhound Hershel was napping. His head laid at the back of his wheel-chair and was slightly propped against his right shoulder. What with the weather at this time, truly it was the best time to sleep. For Herschel already fed the pigeons he wanted to feed. With a loud snore he suddenly woke back up, as he reached back for his respirator. He grabbed the mask attached to the apparatus and took a few deep breaths in. He then placed the mask on his lap right next to his satchel. He turned to glance at the youngster, "See, didn't mind ya at all." He peered his eyes as he realized Dr Leo was there. He gave a soft smile as he slowly moved his wheel-chair closer to Leo. "Doc, you Haimisher mensch, didn't expect you out here." Before he decided to answer Leo's question, he peered at the group next to him. "Your brothers huh, so this is your Mishpocha? Scotland you say? That isn't the most kosher place." He peered at Fargus, Peaches, and Gunther for a few moments, judging them of their worth. He slowly lifted up his left hand and wagged his index finger, "You boys attending your Synagogue? The temples here are far better than, Scotland. I'd be surprised if there was even a single temple there. I hope you kids are doctors, you don't wanna disappoint your grandmotha do ya?" He glanced at Leo as he spoke up, "How am I? Today seems to be going alright, but I know I'm gonna be disappointed by the end of it! Oh my grandkids will fail to leave a single message for me. I'm bound to run into some zhlubs with their pants down around their ankles, and playing on their skateboards on the sidewalks." Herschel shook his head, "Damn kids these days. Bit of a pain in my neck, but other than that, all seems relatively normal. You got me on the schedule now for my next appointment don'tcha? It seems to be the only time my kids seem to contact me. 'Oh Herschel, have you made sure you got your check-up?'. Feh, but they never seem to have the time to just go to a delicatessen and have some nice corned beef, or some soup." Herschel frowned at the thought.</s>	<\|message\|>Mahmoud Nobakht Mahmoud spoke up as the elementals seemed to be getting suspicious of his presence. "My apologies if I have upset you, I was merely responding to a phone call that my associate had made to me." Mahmoud adjusted his tie, before opening his jacket to show he was not armed (as far as they could tell). "You see, I'm the leader of a group that is in need of people with special talents. Talents like yours. I assure you that my company pays well, and I am free with my money when it comes to my close companions." Mahmoud spoke confidently. Outside, a group of 5 of Mahmoud's personal guardsmen, a hodgepodge of russian gansters, ex iranian soldiers, Afghans from tribal groups and even a few ex extremists now allied only to Mahmoud's fortune. Ready to raid in if their leader gave the signal.</s>
<\|description\|>Chloe Harper Element: Chlorine (Gotta love alliteration) Age: 21 Gender: Female Appearance: Stands at about 5'1, not very curvy but has a pretty athletic build and well-defined muscles. Unusual vivid green eyes and short black hair with dark skin. Big lips, usually wears bright red lipstick. She wears green most of the time. Powers: She instantly kills any bacteria or other pathogens on any surface she touches with her fingertips, so she's good as a medic. Also can exhale toxins at will that cause immediate blistering and irritation, in the lungs, as well as horrible agony, and death if exposure lasts long enough. I did a little reading for this and I read that something called a "chlorine iron fire" exists, which I didn't know about. Maybe if someone makes a character for iron, they can kick ass together? Weapons: n/a Backstory: Chloe's life before her powers developed was pretty normal and boring, although she has a history of being kind of germophobic and has always been an excellent swimmer. Her toxic breath had to be mastered over time: she first realized she had powers at all (since it's a little hard to realize you've just killed every microorganism on whatever you've touched) when she was walking home stupidly in the dark one day after a party and a young man who was following her startled her from behind, activating her toxic breath. He ended up dying. She struggles with a lot of guilt about this.</s> <\|message\|>Mahmoud Nobakht Mahmoud Nobakht Mahmoud reclined in his chair, a puff of smoke from his cigar wafted in to the air as he awaited the reports from his informants. Mahmoud was a busy man, it took much time to maintain the secrecy and the fluidity of his organizations work. But these were not the reasons for his meeting today. There were other matter that Mahmoud had interest in. This informant was one of many who worked between the nations of the EU for Mamhoud, seeking out others that, like Mamoud himself, had certain powers. Powers that were of great interest to the crime lord. "Mr. Nobakht, I belive I have some information that is of interest for you." said the informant, triumphantly reporting on his catch. "We have heard reports of a guy who hits up places in the EU, he robs places and when the cops come, place is frozen up. No one has been able to catch him, but I got someone tracking him and reporting back to me. If we're lucky we'll find him, but it might take a while; he never stays in one place understandably." Mahmoud smiled and tossed some rubles at the Informant. "Do you have any idea where he might be at the moment?" "Nowhere specific, but we suspect somewhere in Central Europe" Mahmoud nodded his head, "You have done well" Alessandra Guillory Alessa's body shot up as she awoke, looking down to see she had fallen asleep studying again. She groaned before looking over to the clock and gasping. "Shit!" she screamed, grabbing for her backpack, only for her bags and homework to spill out all over the floor. Alessa groaned loudly before shambling to the floor to straighten out her papers. Once in order, Alessa bolted out the door, slamming it shut behind her as she sprinted out of the apartment complex and towards the campus halls. "Fuck, fuck, fucking fuck not again. He's going to kill me if I'm late again." she muttered to herself as she made her way thought the living wall of students and into the hall. Archaeology class had already began, the professor in the middle of a lecture on the alchemical artifacts of Islamic Egypt. As the pointer made its way to a primitive distiller, Alessa tried to sneak in unnoticed in the back row. It didn't work. "Ah, late again Miss Guillory?" Alessa groaned as she hid her face behind her purple backpack in shame. Not again, not again. Maybe buying an alarm would be a good idea, assuming she didn't accidentally kill anyone when she tried to plug it in. Alessa tuned into the dissertation on the Muslim Chemists. Chemistry, ugh, how she hated chemistry. Too much math, too much dangerous chemicals. Archaeology was safe, and just her kind of thing.</s> <\|message\|>Fa Marie Ra lifted up her eyepatch, looking at the mass amounts of scarring around where here should be. It was an ugly area of her face. And her eye had been damaged without any hope of repair. Stabbed and mutilated beyond belief. But, this wouldn't stop Ra from living life as best as she could. And with that she walked out of her dorm room, heading to the first class of the day she had. --- Fa sat on his bed. His first class wouldn't start for another twenty minuets. So Fa had a hood five minuets before he would have to leave for it. He thought about his sister. Her sweet blue eyes and lilac hair. How they had played as children. But that had been years ago. And Fa doubted that Ra looked the same as she had the last time he had seen her. But for now Fa had to prepare for chemistry class. An ironic class for someone like Fa. Francium.</s>	<\|message\|>Chloe Harper The smell of chlorine wafted into Chloe's nostrils as she sat at the edge of the large, rec-center pool that she'd just spent the last two hours swimming in. She used to love the smell, but now she wasn't so sure. Chlorine had been the smell that hung in the air after she killed that poor guy, who had stalked her through the darkness after the party. Half of her wanted to run straight to the police station and turn herself in, but the other half doubted the police would quite believe that she had killed a man with her breath. She took her feet out of the pool and halfheartedly dried herself. Sitting at the pool and thinking about that night wouldn't help her get over anything. It was an accident. Just an accident, she repeated to herself mentally, but she couldn't help the relief that washed over her when the smell of the swimming pool finally faded to nothing.</s>
<\|description\|>Chloe Harper Element: Chlorine (Gotta love alliteration) Age: 21 Gender: Female Appearance: Stands at about 5'1, not very curvy but has a pretty athletic build and well-defined muscles. Unusual vivid green eyes and short black hair with dark skin. Big lips, usually wears bright red lipstick. She wears green most of the time. Powers: She instantly kills any bacteria or other pathogens on any surface she touches with her fingertips, so she's good as a medic. Also can exhale toxins at will that cause immediate blistering and irritation, in the lungs, as well as horrible agony, and death if exposure lasts long enough. I did a little reading for this and I read that something called a "chlorine iron fire" exists, which I didn't know about. Maybe if someone makes a character for iron, they can kick ass together? Weapons: n/a Backstory: Chloe's life before her powers developed was pretty normal and boring, although she has a history of being kind of germophobic and has always been an excellent swimmer. Her toxic breath had to be mastered over time: she first realized she had powers at all (since it's a little hard to realize you've just killed every microorganism on whatever you've touched) when she was walking home stupidly in the dark one day after a party and a young man who was following her startled her from behind, activating her toxic breath. He ended up dying. She struggles with a lot of guilt about this.</s> <\|message\|>Alessandra Guillory Alessandra Guillory As Alessa and her guest were lead into the dining room, she couldn't help but notice the clothing she and Jason were dressed in. Obviously not as formal as she would like, but it wasn't like she could really get much better from the clothes brought to a paleontological dig site. Still, she had not expected the level of formality that was conveyed by the environment around her. The simple sundress was certainly nice, a blue dress with a white floral pattern on it. Jason had dressed even less formally, simply in a white t-shirt and jeans. Alessa took her seat, waiting for the host to make his appearance. As he did, Alessa was certainly impressed by his dress. The red stood out and was definitely memorable. Alessa made a small gesture at him, and flashed a smile. "Hello there, I'm Alessandra. It's nice to meet you again, under better circumstances." She smiled again, trying to find words and carry on the conversation; talking was not her strong suit, but she would try her best. "Thank you for inviting us to dinner, we appreciated it very much"</s> <\|message\|>Chloe Harper Chloe squinted but didn't comment on the blast of wind that slapped her in the face. Instead she let go of Dan's hand and moved to get her hair out of her face. If it had looked bad this morning, it was terrible now. "It looks like the best option we have is someone's crazy aunt," she muttered. The most attractive option right now was to nap on the way and tune everyone out, but for now, she kept her eyes open. She didn't want Dan (who she still couldn't believe she'd sat next to) to try anything.</s> <\|message\|>Tecumseh Kawacatoose Tecumseh beamed and slipped out of his jacket, putting it on the back of his chair, and joined the couple at the table. Thank you for coming, I wasn't sure you'd come. The waiter arrived to take their drink orders, he seemed to skip Tecumseh, but that was only because everyone who worked in the kitchen knew that Tecumseh drank only one thing with his meals, a strong herbal tea, only lightly sweetened with exactly five ice-cubes. He was oddly specific in many things, but none of it was particularly strange aside from it being so specific, so no one really minded. After the waiter left, Tecumseh picked up the conversation where he'd left off. My name is Tecumseh Kawacatoose, but most simply call me Tecum[TEH-cum], and what is your name young man? The waiter returned with their drinks as ordered, and Tecumseh took a long swig from his tea, he hadn't realized just how thirsty he was until he had a drink in front of him. He hadn't had anything to eat or drink since breakfast that morning as a matter of fact. The waiter merely smiled and shook his head when he saw Tecum's glass already two-thirds empty, as he fetched the man a second glass.</s> <\|message\|>Rad Dan (Daniel Radkowski) Dan sighed. "Crazy aunt it is, I guess. You lookin' fohwahd to it? I shoah ain't. Aftah this, we get to do my plan, roit? The goin' ta Sarasota one? Because I'm still invested in seein' a Skunk Ape." He looked at Chloe, and frowned. "You okay? Ya look... Non-plussed. Like you don't like spendin' time with me. Is theyah somethin' in my teeth? Oah do you just not like me?" This was really bothering him, now. How could he romance a classy dame who didn't want a gent like him? "I'll have ya know I'd treat ya right..."</s> <\|message\|>Chrome Chrome The Chromium Element As Chrome was brooding over the short-coming's and advantages of his Element, he vaguely noticed the sound of a train in the distance. Chromium isn't useless if I could just find a way to utilize it. Where and When. I don't know. How, I don't know and How I don't know is what I need to learn. I simply must. Chrome thought. He was constantly wondering how useless or how useful his abilities were. It was an obsession that was almost Bi-Polar. 'WHOOSH' Chrome felt the ground vibrating under his feet as the front of the train appeared in Chrome's vision. He realized that he was standing directly on the train tracks and thanked whatever being must instigate the universe for his hearing. He stepped out of the way when I sudden inspiration caught him by surprise. He had many a time's been caught hitch hiking on trains because he currently does not own a home, but would they see him if he was attached to the side? Chrome took a few steps back as he prepared for a jump. The train grew closer. He tensed his legs to the best of his ability, although it was in vain because his muscles made of Chromium were more similar to gears that regular humans. This is insane, you'll kill yourself a voice of reason echoed through Chromes brain. If I was going to die, I would've a long time ago Chrome thought to himself. He almost smiled as he realized he was talking to himself. Almost. As chrome soared through the air and changed his magnetic field to attach to the train, he realized seemingly for the first time that metal on metal is not a pretty sound. He tried to turn but it was too late as he attached to the side of the train making a heavy 'Clang' noise "Damnit!" Chrome, although quietly, said.</s> <\|message\|>Chloe Harper "No it's not that...um, it's...It's nothing." She made herself smile. "I like you just fine, it's just that it's a little weird being walking home from the rec center one day and fleeing the country with a bunch of people I hardly know the next." It couldn't hurt to be a little more friendly, could it? "Let's go on a walk or something once we get to Italy, okay?" Chloe could hardly believe herself. Agreeing to a date with a stranger. It just wasn't in her nature! She was brought out of her stunned self-reflection by a loud noise. It sounded like something big, heavy and metallic colliding with the train, and it sent her into a small freak-out, with her eyes going wide and her face losing a little of its color. She leaped out of her seat, a tendril of faint green-yellow gas flowing from her nostrils and sinking to the ground. She was putting out too much. "Open the window," she whispered to Dan. Her voice shook.</s> <\|message\|>Rad Dan (Daniel Radkowski) "AGH FUCK!" Dan shook himself back to his senses. "Whatevah the fuck that was... I'm checkin' it out!" and with that, Dan opened the window, only to get... Less of a blast of air than before. Something was buffeting the wind by the window. Dan took a peek out, only to see some kind of... Metal man. While Dan was in the mood for a lot of shit, he was not in the mood for this particular shit. "Hey, you! Fuckah who's blockin' the screamin' winds that should be tearin' my face off! Get off the train! Oah get in heah!" He made room for the disturbed... thing to enter. "Situation's totally undah control."</s> <\|message\|>Chrome Chrome The Chromium Element Chrome eyed Dan disdainfully and immediately had a disliking for the person, and it wasn't because of how imminently rude he was. For a strange reason, it seemed not to bother him that he was seen as a Tony Stark rip off by the guy. His disliking aside, he realized that he felt a sense of importance in the car Dan shouted from. Chrome decided he would check out what was the fuss. He changed his magnetic pulses to swing across the train into the car in a matter of seconds. As he peeked through the window, he realized that it was quite possible that some of these people might be other Elements, he was familiar with the sensation he felt when an element is exposed to him. "Could I get a lil' help here. The damned thing isn't open wide enough." Chrome said to the car, oblivious to the fact that he probably looked kind of silly trying to climb in through the window.</s> <\|message\|>Jaden Thurston/Fe - The Guardian "First of all, what are you doing? Secondly, my name is Jaden! And lastly Maria is not my aunt! she's just my father's old friend." God what was he even doing? Aria was the one who at current had him worried. He sighed and felt a sudden urge to bash his head against something. Dan was doing something with the window, Chloe....he wasn't even sure. Aura - he didn't even want to know. "What am I doing by agreeing to go globe trodding with these people? And on top of that they don't seem to keen on talking at the moment...not that I blame them in all honesty...." They had been forced away from family, and were left running away from a psycho who could do unmentionable things to them if he got them. Right now though he felt guilty. Aria and Aura hadn't wanted this to happen - he hadn't wanted to force them away from their parents - Jaden was also positive that Chloe and Dan had family potentially looking for them or wondering why they hadn't come home yet. They couldn't contact them in case something happened and they were tailed, none of them could connect to the others who knew them to let them know that they were okay. "When we get to Italy...Maria can probably show us what to do and help us get to America...she may even know where we'll be safest....so lets just try and keep ourselves calm and get through this...I think we can avoid that man as long as we're careful." Careful, how much more careful could they be? Changing their appearances, their names, nationalities, and their potential futures. What would they do if people found their families? Even Jaden had relatives he didn't want to see get caught up in this mess - but what could they honestly do? Nothing, and it made him feel pathetic. "Just wait it out, we can make it through these trials so long as we keep looking forward."</s> <\|message\|>Saya Byakko Saya frowned as her bangs fell into her eyes. She at current was sitting at a train station waiting on a group of very frustrating, annoying, and damn near sneaky brats. Saya knew it would be a bit hard to sort things out with the group but she had never thought that tailing a group of people would be this hard! She puffed out her cheeks and looked around her as people gossiped a bit at her appearance. She narrowed her eyes and leaned back against the bench. "So....Jaden, the Iron Elemental....Aria and Aura Thomas - the Hydrogen and Helium users....and the other two....damn Toshiro! Why is it they were the only ones we could get the names of!" She tisked at the fact that the man seemed to be able to get so much, but at the same time - completely fail. "Naze....watashi?" she glanced at the sky through the window she was near, her gold eyes catching the rays. So far she had been half way to getting near Italy and then was called by Toshiro to head back towards the area of England - they would stop near Heathrow, get on a boat, and then be to Italy. How they were going to do that she had no idea, but she really hoped that they were able to avoid being detected. "Ever since that broadcast in New York City went off....I've been getting a bad feeling...." She sighed and looked at the large old clock on the wall and puffed out her cheeks. "Naze....watashi...." she asked why she had to deal with all this insanity, but knew someone had to. "I guess this is going to pay off but....WHY THE HELL DID I GET THE HARD HEADED SNEAKY ONES?!" Her face flushed in irritation and she took a deep breath. This was going to be a long wait.</s>	<\|message\|>Chloe Harper For a moment all Chloe seemed capable of doing was stare dumbfounded at the man who was trying to climb into the window. She bristled with distrust and blew out one last breath of chlorine, which either went out the window or floated toward the ground. Deep breaths, deep breaths. If he turns out to be a bad guy...we'll handle it later. What a terrible plan! Still, she grabbed Chrome by an arm and pulled with all her might. He was so heavy she thought that her arms would pop from their sockets, and a frustrated look came across her face. She hoped that Dan had been speaking sarcastically when he'd said that the situation was under control.</s>
<\|description\|>Chloe Harper Element: Chlorine (Gotta love alliteration) Age: 21 Gender: Female Appearance: Stands at about 5'1, not very curvy but has a pretty athletic build and well-defined muscles. Unusual vivid green eyes and short black hair with dark skin. Big lips, usually wears bright red lipstick. She wears green most of the time. Powers: She instantly kills any bacteria or other pathogens on any surface she touches with her fingertips, so she's good as a medic. Also can exhale toxins at will that cause immediate blistering and irritation, in the lungs, as well as horrible agony, and death if exposure lasts long enough. I did a little reading for this and I read that something called a "chlorine iron fire" exists, which I didn't know about. Maybe if someone makes a character for iron, they can kick ass together? Weapons: n/a Backstory: Chloe's life before her powers developed was pretty normal and boring, although she has a history of being kind of germophobic and has always been an excellent swimmer. Her toxic breath had to be mastered over time: she first realized she had powers at all (since it's a little hard to realize you've just killed every microorganism on whatever you've touched) when she was walking home stupidly in the dark one day after a party and a young man who was following her startled her from behind, activating her toxic breath. He ended up dying. She struggles with a lot of guilt about this.</s> <\|message\|>Talia Molina Alessandra Gillory Alessa simply sat vacant faced at the table across from Tecumseh. She was in a mix of shock and...well she didn't quite have a name for the other emotion. The girl took a bite of her pie, before speaking once more. "So, Is there a reason you brought me here to explain that? I could assume tou just wanted to get to know another elemental around here but Im guessing thats not it at all?" In reality Alessandra had little interest in continuing the talk of elements, but she was a bit curious. Zaynab Rousani Zaynab had finished her meal and was about ready to return to her room. She had eaten a lot, savoring her first real meal in years. As she walked into the hallway, she felt a strange sensation. Like...someome near her was not right. She turned sharply towards the feeling and her eyes landed on Lithe. She didn't know who he was, but she could feel something off about him. Zaynab simply stood there, watching him. Talia Molina Near where Dan had landed, Talia was searching out the surrounding area for any signs of her target, the rogue element. She liked to call him MatchBox due to his element. She giggled to herself before walking closer to the train tracks. As she aproached the track, Talia felt the ground shake as the train aproached. Odd, the train was supposed to have stopped at the nearby station. She she moved closer to look, Talia jumped back as a man whent flying through the window, landing near her in a pile of glass. Talia instictively ran up to see if he was okay. <Voi! Siete male? Come è il braccio?> she asked him in Italian, checking to see if he had broken anything.</s> <\|message\|>Chrome Chrome The Chromium Element Chrome looked around at his destruction, satisfied that he got the message through to the other Element's of why he was NOT to be screwed with. However, he was still furious at Jan. However, Chloe made a wonderful point and Chrome was positive that he wanted to follow through now in a slightly different way. He raised his arms and a gash opened in the side of the train, and Chrome felt a tang of fatigue. He was using up his energy AND he was causing a magnet storm. As thus, he wished to finish quickly. "Pool Tool is right, my quarrel is with no one but Nitrogen himself." Chrome said as he walked towards Jan. He felt the stinging of Nitrogen gas as natural reaction struggled to coat his skin with oxide, but he still carried forward towards Jan. He released the brakes of the train and it stopped, then started moving backwards as if something was pushing it, but Chrome was just magnifying the steel on the train tracks to pull it back into the station. Chrome was really getting tired now, and the Magnet storm was now pushing him around. Chrome let go of the things being expelled out of the train car and grabbed Jan, attempting to throw him out the Gash in the wall. "We'll finish this outside" Chrome said. Lithe The Lithium Element As Lithe stumbled through the resort trying the many luxuries, he noticed that there was a certain rumbling going on inside his stomach, one that meant that he had to eat. Lithe frowned, he wanted to finish exploring and mentally mapping the resort. With a simple sigh he stepped away from the pool he was currently next to and made his way to the Dining room he'd past before. It was becoming agitating that he was still confined to such primitive needs, Lithe knew it was extremely vain but his powers gave him such a sense of self pride that he found it difficult to agree with doing much more that was the richest most well known human beings would do and then more. He however knew that he had to eat and while he still was required to cope with that he was sure to do it elegantly. He was currently wearing a black suit and his silk mask that covered his mouth as he entered the room and sat down at a table. He was already booked for a meal and such did not have to ask for a table. As a waiter came by, he caught a glimpse of a table full of what appeared to be businessmen at the far side of the room. He smiled to himself, there would be plenty of work to do here. He looked down towards his lap and took out a cell phone just to check the time when the waiter came, right on time. "Ah, yes.. Surprise me Signor. I don't hold any tongue for what's offered here yet" He said as if he carried a slight Italian accent, looking straight at the waiter. His eyes carried much more however than just a request for a meal, and the waiter didn't stay to decipher why Lithe's eyes were so harsh. It was a good decision, most people who do that don't live long enough to learn why.</s> <\|message\|>Rad Dan (Daniel Radkowski) Dan looked up to see what appeared to be a teenage girl in a Sailor Moon shirt asking him something in Italian. Dan did not speak Italian. Nor did he tend to jump out of trains, so he decided that this was the first time for both. Coughing a little bit, he started to speak. "Uh... Pizza, pasta, bongioahno, monsignioah, uh... Fuck it. I think you said somethin' that sounded like 'break', so I'll just assume ya asked if I broke somethin'. I didn't. I'm fine. And, uh, yeah. Please tell me you ain't anothah one of them supahfreaks. Oah the govahment. Oah one o' them secret Alien Lizahd Jews that runs the global economy. Don't be any a' those things. Please."</s> <\|message\|>Tecumseh Kawacatoose The ignorance of youth... Tecumseh sighed and wondered just what to tell Alessandra. He would tell her the truth, he knew that, but how much of it could she handle? She already seemed to be under a lot of stress and adding to that burden would accomplish nothing good. Start small then, Tecumseh glanced at his plate as he took another bite himself, almost swallowing the small bite whole. I wanted to be certain that you were what I thought you might be. And if you were, to let you know you weren't the only one in the world and warn you that life would be difficult for you because you are not like most people. People fear what they do not understand, and they do not understand any of us. I've been on the path you've only just started to walk, all my life. It is a hard path, full of fear, hate, and pain. The broadcast from NY is going to escalate things rather quickly. It is neither wise nor safe to share your skills with anyone you don't trust with your life. So consider carefully what you will do now. What you do now is up to you. Choose your steps wisely. Tecumseh returns to his food, letting Alessandra consider the information she'd just been given. He knew her life had been difficult and that it was about to get much harder, thanks to the nuts in NY. He hoped she'd escape the notice of those that were now inevitably looking for elementals, but knew it was a matter of time before she found herself surrounded by probes, wires and tubes.</s> <\|message\|>Talia Molina Alessandra Guillory Alessa maintained her displeased expression for a minute, before softening up. "Well...Thank you, I guess" Alessa continued to eat, trying to clear her mind of the information placed before her. She remained silent for the most part, waiting for anyone else to speak up. Jason wanted to, but still wasn't sure just how to lighten up the situation. So he too, just sat in silence. Alessandra finally spoke up once more after her bout of speechlessness. "I think I should get back to the dig site, thank you for the meal." She said, standing up and pushing her chair back into place. Jason simply got up as well, no objection, barely any show of emotion from him. Talia Molina "Well, I'm not an alien lizard, but I am a Jew with a goverment job" Talia replied mockingly in English, "Hope that's okay". She spoke with a sardonic smile as she looked over Dan. "Here, let me help you with that," She said as she reached into her bag and pulled out a first aid kit. If Dan would let her, Talia was going to bandage up the cuts from the glass, maybe wash out the particularly bad ones with some alcohol and antibiotics, and run a blood test on some sample's she'd snag from him during that. Then, it caught her attention that the train had suddenly come to a full stop, and then it was moving...backwards? This just screams elemental activity, Talia thought to herself as she watched it. "Hey, you mind telling me what's going on on that train?" she asked Dan, pointing to it as it rolled back past them.</s> <\|message\|>Rad Dan (Daniel Radkowski) Dan allowed himself to be cleaned up by the kind, though Jewish, young girl. "Allow me to describe foah you what's goin' on in that train. You got a man made outta metal who named himself aftah that Google Browsah fightin' with a man who breathes nitrogen oah somethin'. Theyah's also two sistahs, one who sweats balloon juice and one who sweats hydrogen, a balls a' steel fella named "Jerry", and a beautiful young woman who is completely flawless. They'ah all watchin' from the sidelines. Now then, if you'ah satisfied that I'm psychotic, I think ya can take yoah leave now. Oah not, if ya want to hang around to watch some moah pointless fights between supah powah'd freaks."</s> <\|message\|>Jan Popov While he was laying on the ground, Jan was able to pull his remaining glove off with his teeth as Chrome stopped throwing metal around the train. He continued to lay on the ground until the metal man grabbed him by the coat and pull him to his feet. It was at that moment that the Nitrogen element slipped out of his white coat and staggered away from his enemy to get some distance between them. He grabbed the metal lodged in his shoulder and gritted his teeth as it was pulled out and fresh pain shot through his body followed by a new pain of frostbite setting in to stop the bleeding and covered the wound with a thin layer of ice. "Now then, how about we have a fair fight like gentlemen." Jan told the man as he straightened his vest and moved into a boxer stance with both hands held up in front of his while bouncing on the balls of his feet ready for anything that Chrome would throw at him. This wasn't Jan's first time in a fight and in his time he became skilled with some stand up fighting. He did enjoy his unfair advantage when it came to hand to hand combat with each time he hit his opponent with bare fists that spot if bare skin caused frostbite and if clothes, they became damp with cooled nitrogen molecules.</s> <\|message\|>Tecumseh Kawacatoose Tecumseh finished his shepherd's pie in silence and was about to call in dessert when the other two rose, announcing their intent to leave. That wouldn't bother him, he'd meant exactly what he said. He wasn't about to tell either of them how to live their lives, but he knew Alessandra needed to be warned that things were going to get worse. Having someone at the site to help smooth over any ruffles would be good for her as well. He knew it was a lot to dump on their shoulders, but they were young, they would find a way to survive, just as he had. Dessert is on it's way if you want it. You know where to find me if you need me.</s>	<\|message\|>Chloe Harper Chloe's eyes moved of their own accord to the gaping hole in the side of the train. It wasn't going too fast. She could probably find Dan and make sure he was alright if she managed to, well, not break anything on the way out. A pale green cloud hissed from her mouth as she watched the situation continue to escalate. Well, she'd sort of done what she could. Now or never. She didn't want to get a piece of metal stuck through her brain, or the effects of contact with supercooled nitrogen. "Adios," she said, edging around Chrome carefully. She jumped out of the train and rolled gracefully(?!) along the ground while covering her head to prevent any smashing of her precious skull on impact. When she finally stopped, a dull ache groaned in her ribcage...but it could have been a lot worse than the bruises that Chloe knew would be coming around to haunt her soon. Stiffly, she got to her feet, dusted herself off, cast a worried glance at the train that was now speeding away, and sauntered along the side of the track toward Dan and a girl who had apparently seen far too much for one day.</s>
<\|description\|>Jan Popov Element: Nitrogen Age: 22 Gender: Male Appearance: Powers: Jan is able to freeze an object or person just by bare touch or by breathing on them with his super cooled breath. His has an extremely low body temperature which allows him to be nearly undetectable to infrared detectors and is subject to slow aging as a side effect of Nitrogen preservative factor which also allows him to be protected from most strong acids. Jan also has the ability to exhale pure nitrogen as anyone else would exhale carbon dioxide which is the reason for his specially crafted gas mask which filters the nitrogen allowing him to enter buildings without making people blackout. Weapons: N/A Backstory: Jan was born in Belgium into a middle-class family and for the early years of his life had a normal childhood. When he entered his teen years and discovered his powers, he had no problem using them to get into trouble which the locals in his town. He was known for breaking into peoples houses and stealing valuables to sell for some quick cash. At the age of 17 he ran away from his house as the next day he was going to be locked up as people were soon starting to fear his powers in the town he grew up in. Jan has been traveling the world ever since causing trouble where ever he went as he slowly build up his reputation as an international criminal.</s> <\|message\|>Jan Popov Jan knew that Chrome would not be happy with his sword being broken but did not expect him to go completely ballistic and start tearing the train apart. He watched Dan jump out the window with a raised eyebrow as he questioned his reasons. "That could not possible be a good idea." He muttered to himself before being struck in the face with a small piece of flying metal. Lucky for him the mask took most of the damage but the unlucky part about that meant that the special nitrogen filter within the mask was destroyed which allowed him to safely exhale nitrogen and trust that it would be released into the air slowly as to prevent a massive build up within a confined space. He pulled the mask off his face since he couldn't see with the cracked glass and exhaled a white smoke from his mouth which quickly disappeared as his nitrogen breath warmed to room temperature. He then noticed the Chlorine was still standing in between himself and Chrome which was another bad idea. This group just loves their bad ideas. The thought ran through his mind as he grabbed the girl by the shoulder shoulder with his one gloved hand and pulled her behind him to shield her from the flying pieces of metal. "If we make it out of this you definitely owe me one." Jan said into her ear right before a foot long sharp piece of metal pierced the back of his right shoulder and stayed there causing him to hiss in pain. Nitrogen let go of Chloe clutching his shoulder as he slumped to the ground with blood staining his white suit and chlorine gas surrounding him. He was in to much pain to regulate the amount of nitrogen gas that was released which was possible to only thing that was able to keep him safe from the gas as his own heavy breathing displaced the air around him keeping the chlorine at bay for the time being.</s> <\|message\|>Talia Molina Alessandra Gillory Alessa simply sat vacant faced at the table across from Tecumseh. She was in a mix of shock and...well she didn't quite have a name for the other emotion. The girl took a bite of her pie, before speaking once more. "So, Is there a reason you brought me here to explain that? I could assume tou just wanted to get to know another elemental around here but Im guessing thats not it at all?" In reality Alessandra had little interest in continuing the talk of elements, but she was a bit curious. Zaynab Rousani Zaynab had finished her meal and was about ready to return to her room. She had eaten a lot, savoring her first real meal in years. As she walked into the hallway, she felt a strange sensation. Like...someome near her was not right. She turned sharply towards the feeling and her eyes landed on Lithe. She didn't know who he was, but she could feel something off about him. Zaynab simply stood there, watching him. Talia Molina Near where Dan had landed, Talia was searching out the surrounding area for any signs of her target, the rogue element. She liked to call him MatchBox due to his element. She giggled to herself before walking closer to the train tracks. As she aproached the track, Talia felt the ground shake as the train aproached. Odd, the train was supposed to have stopped at the nearby station. She she moved closer to look, Talia jumped back as a man whent flying through the window, landing near her in a pile of glass. Talia instictively ran up to see if he was okay. <Voi! Siete male? Come è il braccio?> she asked him in Italian, checking to see if he had broken anything.</s> <\|message\|>Chrome Chrome The Chromium Element Chrome looked around at his destruction, satisfied that he got the message through to the other Element's of why he was NOT to be screwed with. However, he was still furious at Jan. However, Chloe made a wonderful point and Chrome was positive that he wanted to follow through now in a slightly different way. He raised his arms and a gash opened in the side of the train, and Chrome felt a tang of fatigue. He was using up his energy AND he was causing a magnet storm. As thus, he wished to finish quickly. "Pool Tool is right, my quarrel is with no one but Nitrogen himself." Chrome said as he walked towards Jan. He felt the stinging of Nitrogen gas as natural reaction struggled to coat his skin with oxide, but he still carried forward towards Jan. He released the brakes of the train and it stopped, then started moving backwards as if something was pushing it, but Chrome was just magnifying the steel on the train tracks to pull it back into the station. Chrome was really getting tired now, and the Magnet storm was now pushing him around. Chrome let go of the things being expelled out of the train car and grabbed Jan, attempting to throw him out the Gash in the wall. "We'll finish this outside" Chrome said. Lithe The Lithium Element As Lithe stumbled through the resort trying the many luxuries, he noticed that there was a certain rumbling going on inside his stomach, one that meant that he had to eat. Lithe frowned, he wanted to finish exploring and mentally mapping the resort. With a simple sigh he stepped away from the pool he was currently next to and made his way to the Dining room he'd past before. It was becoming agitating that he was still confined to such primitive needs, Lithe knew it was extremely vain but his powers gave him such a sense of self pride that he found it difficult to agree with doing much more that was the richest most well known human beings would do and then more. He however knew that he had to eat and while he still was required to cope with that he was sure to do it elegantly. He was currently wearing a black suit and his silk mask that covered his mouth as he entered the room and sat down at a table. He was already booked for a meal and such did not have to ask for a table. As a waiter came by, he caught a glimpse of a table full of what appeared to be businessmen at the far side of the room. He smiled to himself, there would be plenty of work to do here. He looked down towards his lap and took out a cell phone just to check the time when the waiter came, right on time. "Ah, yes.. Surprise me Signor. I don't hold any tongue for what's offered here yet" He said as if he carried a slight Italian accent, looking straight at the waiter. His eyes carried much more however than just a request for a meal, and the waiter didn't stay to decipher why Lithe's eyes were so harsh. It was a good decision, most people who do that don't live long enough to learn why.</s> <\|message\|>Rad Dan (Daniel Radkowski) Dan looked up to see what appeared to be a teenage girl in a Sailor Moon shirt asking him something in Italian. Dan did not speak Italian. Nor did he tend to jump out of trains, so he decided that this was the first time for both. Coughing a little bit, he started to speak. "Uh... Pizza, pasta, bongioahno, monsignioah, uh... Fuck it. I think you said somethin' that sounded like 'break', so I'll just assume ya asked if I broke somethin'. I didn't. I'm fine. And, uh, yeah. Please tell me you ain't anothah one of them supahfreaks. Oah the govahment. Oah one o' them secret Alien Lizahd Jews that runs the global economy. Don't be any a' those things. Please."</s> <\|message\|>Tecumseh Kawacatoose The ignorance of youth... Tecumseh sighed and wondered just what to tell Alessandra. He would tell her the truth, he knew that, but how much of it could she handle? She already seemed to be under a lot of stress and adding to that burden would accomplish nothing good. Start small then, Tecumseh glanced at his plate as he took another bite himself, almost swallowing the small bite whole. I wanted to be certain that you were what I thought you might be. And if you were, to let you know you weren't the only one in the world and warn you that life would be difficult for you because you are not like most people. People fear what they do not understand, and they do not understand any of us. I've been on the path you've only just started to walk, all my life. It is a hard path, full of fear, hate, and pain. The broadcast from NY is going to escalate things rather quickly. It is neither wise nor safe to share your skills with anyone you don't trust with your life. So consider carefully what you will do now. What you do now is up to you. Choose your steps wisely. Tecumseh returns to his food, letting Alessandra consider the information she'd just been given. He knew her life had been difficult and that it was about to get much harder, thanks to the nuts in NY. He hoped she'd escape the notice of those that were now inevitably looking for elementals, but knew it was a matter of time before she found herself surrounded by probes, wires and tubes.</s> <\|message\|>Talia Molina Alessandra Guillory Alessa maintained her displeased expression for a minute, before softening up. "Well...Thank you, I guess" Alessa continued to eat, trying to clear her mind of the information placed before her. She remained silent for the most part, waiting for anyone else to speak up. Jason wanted to, but still wasn't sure just how to lighten up the situation. So he too, just sat in silence. Alessandra finally spoke up once more after her bout of speechlessness. "I think I should get back to the dig site, thank you for the meal." She said, standing up and pushing her chair back into place. Jason simply got up as well, no objection, barely any show of emotion from him. Talia Molina "Well, I'm not an alien lizard, but I am a Jew with a goverment job" Talia replied mockingly in English, "Hope that's okay". She spoke with a sardonic smile as she looked over Dan. "Here, let me help you with that," She said as she reached into her bag and pulled out a first aid kit. If Dan would let her, Talia was going to bandage up the cuts from the glass, maybe wash out the particularly bad ones with some alcohol and antibiotics, and run a blood test on some sample's she'd snag from him during that. Then, it caught her attention that the train had suddenly come to a full stop, and then it was moving...backwards? This just screams elemental activity, Talia thought to herself as she watched it. "Hey, you mind telling me what's going on on that train?" she asked Dan, pointing to it as it rolled back past them.</s> <\|message\|>Rad Dan (Daniel Radkowski) Dan allowed himself to be cleaned up by the kind, though Jewish, young girl. "Allow me to describe foah you what's goin' on in that train. You got a man made outta metal who named himself aftah that Google Browsah fightin' with a man who breathes nitrogen oah somethin'. Theyah's also two sistahs, one who sweats balloon juice and one who sweats hydrogen, a balls a' steel fella named "Jerry", and a beautiful young woman who is completely flawless. They'ah all watchin' from the sidelines. Now then, if you'ah satisfied that I'm psychotic, I think ya can take yoah leave now. Oah not, if ya want to hang around to watch some moah pointless fights between supah powah'd freaks."</s>	<\|message\|>Jan Popov While he was laying on the ground, Jan was able to pull his remaining glove off with his teeth as Chrome stopped throwing metal around the train. He continued to lay on the ground until the metal man grabbed him by the coat and pull him to his feet. It was at that moment that the Nitrogen element slipped out of his white coat and staggered away from his enemy to get some distance between them. He grabbed the metal lodged in his shoulder and gritted his teeth as it was pulled out and fresh pain shot through his body followed by a new pain of frostbite setting in to stop the bleeding and covered the wound with a thin layer of ice. "Now then, how about we have a fair fight like gentlemen." Jan told the man as he straightened his vest and moved into a boxer stance with both hands held up in front of his while bouncing on the balls of his feet ready for anything that Chrome would throw at him. This wasn't Jan's first time in a fight and in his time he became skilled with some stand up fighting. He did enjoy his unfair advantage when it came to hand to hand combat with each time he hit his opponent with bare fists that spot if bare skin caused frostbite and if clothes, they became damp with cooled nitrogen molecules.</s>
<\|description\|>Tecumseh Kawacatoose Element:Boron Age: 42 Gender: Male Appearance: A short, stout man with rounded shoulders and a shining, bald head, middle-aged and usually dressed for a day spent outdoors(button up cotton shirts and cargo pants usually in the summer his sleeves are rolled up just past the elbow). 1.6 meters tall and not quite over weight. Deep red-brown skin that is smooth and surprisingly tough. Often slips from memory, or at least into obscure memory shortly after leaving direct observation, he has worked to develop an "average" aura. Powers: reflects heat and isn't burned by anything under 2300 K(~2050 *C), is immune electric shock(non-conductive), and can shift into a pile, or low, drifting cloud of brown dust. He also wasn't as affected by the gas during basic training as the other recruits, though his sergeant said there was usually one kid who wasn't bothered by the stuff. Weapons: A Nosler M48 TGR, a boron carbide tomahawk with a polished cherry wood handle, and a K-bar usually worn on his belt. (only the K-bar is usually carried, the rest he keeps in his car trunk or in a locker at home. Backstory: A Native American born on a reservation in North Carolina, his powers didn't manifest until his late teens. Tecum, as most called him, hid his powers as best he could, knowing the power of fear first hand already. He hated school and joined the military to avoid college, where he became a paratrooper. He worked with the airborne artillery in the 82nd for ten years before being honorably discharged. Now he runs a small tour service in the NC mountain;, where he meets many people and learns more from listening to their talk than they think. He's working on locating other "elementals" mostly out curiosity and knowing that they will be considered outcasts, and freaks, just as his people are in America. He has inherited a large portion of a largely unpopulated mountain in NC and is buying up the rest as he can. He has built a modest but sturdy house there, and is considering building a dormitory style shelter for any elementals that he may find. He is very secretive, while being an outgoing and engaging person. He does this by saying a lot without ever actually saying anything of value. He's never broken any laws, but he's not very fond of the US government or Europeans in general, because of his people's history with both groups. He can live off the land if he needs to, but enjoys the modern accommodations in his home and car. He currently lives alone, though he had hopes of marrying one day, those dreams seem out of reach now. In private, his few good friends now him to be kind and protective as well as tenacious and vicious in his defense of family or retaliation on their behalf. His parents are dead, having died early due drug and alcohol addictions. He has no siblings, but considers his squad to be family and keeps up with each member. He is often called "Uncle Tecum" by the children of his squad mates, a name he encourages and lives up to with pride.</s> <\|message\|>Hannelore Buchholz It was yet another day at the Stock Exchange, really. With a heritage dating back as early as 1585, the Frankfurt Stock Exchange was unquestionably one of the world's foremost financial institutions. Though the methods had changed over the centuries, the simple facts were the same- fortunes made and lost within moments, the financial word divided between the quick and the dead. Outwardly it was the same for Hannelore Buchholz, a middle-aged woman married to her career. She was, as always, seated between Schumann and Nguyen, having orders barked to her by her boss Weisser. Billions of Euros she would never see or touch passed tantalizingly close before her, untouchable despite being only inches away on her computer screen. Pantsuit, earpiece, screen, it was all there, all comfortingly familiar. But today things were a bit different. Unnoticed beneath her desk, Hannelore was practicing with her free hand. It had been two months since she had figured out what she could do with her entire body, and she had spent a couple nights afterwards at the old railyard, cautiously lifting coaches when she was sure no one was around. But she was unsure of the extent to which she could control her transformation, and so here she was today. Her left hand out of sight under her desk, she tried to will it to turn into titanium- her left hand and nothing else. Her educated, orderly mind insisted on these tests, it was good to know her limits and capabilities as she searched for an actual use for this strange ability. She concentrated, eyes squinting, brow sweating. Perhaps too much. "Buchholz!" Weisser, her supervisor, snapped. Despite his dreamy expression and wooly cardigan, the old man always knew when someone's attention lapsed, even momentarily. She automatically spun around, looking guilty and apologetic, as she had done a hundred times before. But this time was different, of course. She miscalculated her turn. And her hand tore through the wooden desk without difficulty, simply the horrendous sound of wood splintering and tearing. Guiltily, she looked down to her left hand, only briefly taking in Schumann's open mouth or Nguyen's subtler arched eyebrow. She expected to see metal. But instead, her hand was only flesh and blood. "Frau Buchholz," Weisser said after a long moment, staring at the massive hole in the wooden desk. "Perhaps you might like to return home for the remainder of the day?" It was a rare display of charity from the unforgiving old man, doubtlessly brought on simply by confusion. Nevertheless, Hannelore took it. It would be smarter for her to practice at home, anyways. "Yes, Herr Weisser, perhaps I should," she said humbly, gathering up her few items as Nguyen and Schumann stared at the torn desk in confusion. She left quickly, avoiding eye contact with anyone. The confused silence was soon overtaken by the sound of typing once more, though. The quick and the dead.</s> <\|message\|>Herme Erem Herme---Mercury Herme threw her head back, a single tear running down her face as she spoke in a hurried, defeated tone, "Greg, how could you do this to me! I loved you more than anyone else in the world and you had to run to Samantha? Was there something she could give you that I couldn't? Is it something wrong with my face? It's something wrong with my face, isn't it?" The elderly man who stood before her wore a tight Hawaiian shirt that was just a little too form revealing, and the thoughts that were running through his head were probably thoughts of utter confusion. "Ma'am do I know you?" At these words Herme drew her arm back and slapped him across the face. "Gregory how dare you! You... you've already forgotten me? After all we went through together? You're a disgrace to the human race! Go dig your own grave!" With his face, now quite red the old man began to grow angrier with each passing second. "Look lady, I came into this store to buy a tv. Leave me to shop at my leisure before I sue for assault and harassment, and frankly my name isn't even Greg, it's Richard Irelo Samuel Bighe. Leave-me-be" Herme threw her head to the side, betrayal etched into every line on her face. "Greg... you're too cruel," she said with a whimper before rushing out of the store, sobbing as tears streamed down her face. She ran and ran, and when she was out of eye shot of the tv store instantly turned off the water works, and began chuckling to herself almost menacingly. Herme stopped running as soon as she came to a chain link fence, standing eight feet high and blocking her pathway into the alley, it would deter the average person. However, she wasn't average. She grabbed the fence, pushed off the ground with her feet, bending her wrists at an impossible angle, she flung her legs up and vaulted backwards over the fence, landing smoothly on the other side. She looked back at the fence and noticed that the metal had begun to dissolve here she'd placed her hands. "A chain link fence not made of iron? When did this become a thing?" She said, twisting her head sideways, staring at it with a puzzled expression. She pulled out Richards phone and did a quick search on the internet. "Huh, so they started using aluminum for fences in some places in New York? Weird."</s> <\|message\|>Alessandra Guillory Alessandra Guillory "So, we will come back tomorrow and finish up our chapter on Islamic civilization. Please read though the rest of chapter 11 by next class period." Professor Juliano told the class as each student lazily made their way to the door. Alessa followed suit, until a gruff noise found its way between the grunts and muttered thoughts of her fellow classmates. "Alessandra, could I have a word with you?" Alessa cringed and turned her body back to her professor, the bald, middle aged man before her. Professor Juliano stood with proper, tight posture as usual. His attire was nothing special, a sweater, khaki slacks and leather shoes, his reddish face not looking angry as she expected, but rather taunting. "I take it that the classroom is no longer the exciting world it used to be for you, Miss Guillory" Alessa stammered out, "oh, no Professor Juliano...and buy no I mean "no, I love it just as much as usual"! Like, if we were speaking French I would say Si" Idiot! That mouthful was not uncommon for Alessa to blurt out. It was as if all that time in the world of books had made her forget how to talk to other humans. Professor Juliano chuckled a bit, "Don't worry, Alessandra, I know the classroom is becoming a bore for you." The man reaching back for the papers on his podium. "You are a fine student, and I belive something out of the ordinary is just what you need to help stimulate your mind." Professor Juliano handed Alessa the papers. They detailed a dig site sponsered by the University, unearthing fossils out in a mountain range. "The school asked me to pick a student to do some hands on work and contribute to the project. You were my first pick." The professor explained, "It's out in North Carolina, near a place called Dark Ridge. You'd be leaving ASAP, with full exemption from all classes" Alessa wasn't sure how to feel about this; being dropped off in the middle of nowhere, far from home on such short notice. But, that was the archaeologist experience. "I...I guess I will go. It's a great honor that you've chosen me for this project, Proffessor Juliano." The professor nodded, explaining that Alessa should get ready, she would be taking the next flight out to North Carolina the following morning.</s>	<\|message\|>Tecumseh Kawacatoose The call finished with an almost forgotten little detail, there was an archaeological dig being conducted in some nearby caves by... the senator couldn't recall which school was doing the dig and had forgotten to write it down. Sarah raised and admonishing eyebrow at Tecumseh, knowing that he'd forgotten to do exactly that no less than fifteen times since she started working for him two weeks ago. And he'd probably forget the dig too if she wasn't careful to remind him later; so she added it to the week's to do list. Tecumseh ignored Sarah's raised eyebrow and thanked the senator for the heads up and wished him luck on the floor in the coming session. The Senator hung up shortly there after and Tecumseh drained the last of his coffee before asking Sarah what she thought of the call. "Well, how do you think the call went?" "I think it went as well as it could have. You and the senator are on pretty good terms and you aren't asking him to do anything that isn't already in his best interests to do. He should have no problems supporting your case before the senate and might even burn a few favors to get the vote swung in his favor. I wonder what they'll find in those caves." "Mold, mildew, guano, bugs... what? You asked, I answered. You don't like stupid answers don't ask stupid questions. Besides, I'm sure you'll find out exactly what they are looking for while you're down there handing out pamphlets and doing some personal advertising for the Dark Ridge Resort. We can do that later this week, maybe we'll even get the team to move it's lodgings up to the resort." Sarah sighed, another day wasted trying to garner customers from people who couldn't possibly afford the resort, but she was just the intern, what did she know? It hadn't occurred to her that her boss might have other reasons to keep an eye on the new arrivals. And if he had his way about it, she never would. Tecumseh began the next task, a necessary task, though often less pleasant than keeping up with the legalities of running a resort. This morning he was scheduled to mingle with the guests and host a casual brunch for the VIP members, before they went out and played golf or, less frequently, hiked the clearly marked trails. The ridge had several nice views to offer, and some of them could only be reached by hiking half an hour or more from the resort. Hiking off the trails was highly discouraged for "insurance" reasons. Insurance was part of it, but mostly Tecumseh didn't want people wandering around with out his knowing their general whereabouts. Tecumseh sighed, as he stepped out of the office building and walked over towards the main building's lobby where he could see several patrons waiting for him and already vying with each other for a chance to speak with him about this problem or that problem. Tecumseh briefly wished that he could watch these rich sobs walk the Trail of Tears, as his ancestors had been forced too, but he pushed the thought out of his mind as it would do nothing for him or his ancestors.</s>
<\|description\|>Tecumseh Kawacatoose Element:Boron Age: 42 Gender: Male Appearance: A short, stout man with rounded shoulders and a shining, bald head, middle-aged and usually dressed for a day spent outdoors(button up cotton shirts and cargo pants usually in the summer his sleeves are rolled up just past the elbow). 1.6 meters tall and not quite over weight. Deep red-brown skin that is smooth and surprisingly tough. Often slips from memory, or at least into obscure memory shortly after leaving direct observation, he has worked to develop an "average" aura. Powers: reflects heat and isn't burned by anything under 2300 K(~2050 *C), is immune electric shock(non-conductive), and can shift into a pile, or low, drifting cloud of brown dust. He also wasn't as affected by the gas during basic training as the other recruits, though his sergeant said there was usually one kid who wasn't bothered by the stuff. Weapons: A Nosler M48 TGR, a boron carbide tomahawk with a polished cherry wood handle, and a K-bar usually worn on his belt. (only the K-bar is usually carried, the rest he keeps in his car trunk or in a locker at home. Backstory: A Native American born on a reservation in North Carolina, his powers didn't manifest until his late teens. Tecum, as most called him, hid his powers as best he could, knowing the power of fear first hand already. He hated school and joined the military to avoid college, where he became a paratrooper. He worked with the airborne artillery in the 82nd for ten years before being honorably discharged. Now he runs a small tour service in the NC mountain;, where he meets many people and learns more from listening to their talk than they think. He's working on locating other "elementals" mostly out curiosity and knowing that they will be considered outcasts, and freaks, just as his people are in America. He has inherited a large portion of a largely unpopulated mountain in NC and is buying up the rest as he can. He has built a modest but sturdy house there, and is considering building a dormitory style shelter for any elementals that he may find. He is very secretive, while being an outgoing and engaging person. He does this by saying a lot without ever actually saying anything of value. He's never broken any laws, but he's not very fond of the US government or Europeans in general, because of his people's history with both groups. He can live off the land if he needs to, but enjoys the modern accommodations in his home and car. He currently lives alone, though he had hopes of marrying one day, those dreams seem out of reach now. In private, his few good friends now him to be kind and protective as well as tenacious and vicious in his defense of family or retaliation on their behalf. His parents are dead, having died early due drug and alcohol addictions. He has no siblings, but considers his squad to be family and keeps up with each member. He is often called "Uncle Tecum" by the children of his squad mates, a name he encourages and lives up to with pride.</s> <\|message\|>Tecumseh Kawacatoose Tecumseh had listened to Mr. Schultz for thirty minutes as he covered, rather vaguely, the details Tecumseh had come down to learn. Fortunately he learned enough to satisfy his curiosity and reassure himself that they were not in fact desecrating any sacred grounds. So he excused himself and returned to his office. He received a brief text, saying only "Check News NOW" from one of his buddies. Confused he flipped the office TV on and watched as Mr. Oberschmitt turned the femur into a sphere and then a cube. His mind went into over drive immediately. Things were going to get nasty fast, fear ruled the uneducated mob and there wasn't enough information to educate even the elementals, much less the whole world. Tecumseh responded to his buddy, "Get the boys and their families together ASAP, I may need you in the near future. And bring your kits, I'll cover room and board just get everyone here." It was time to open up the old "wine cellar," but first the reservations. Tecumseh left the TV on and sat down, setting up reservations for each of his buddies' families in his resort. Up rooting like this was going to be risky, but they'd made plans for just such an event so it would go smoothly, with the last of them arriving in three days. As the day wore on, he worked feverishly to gather what information he could. As the TV focused on the Oberschmitt's he picked up the interrogation in the same oxford pub that had lost it's owner. He had also been sent a picture of the woman doing the asking, a strong woman he saw despite her stature. He pulled out a small note book and began a tally of sorts. Himself, the Terrorist, The Oberschmitt's and their old friend, the Interrogator, who knew how many of the group she pursued(4 persons?), then there was the girl he'd met at the dig today, was she one of us? He left it off as his phone rang. He picked it up and finally hear his stomach growl, glancing out the window he noticed it was evening by now and grinned. Oh! The two had taken him up on his offer! ... could he afford to leave everything? He'd rather not... could he afford to ignore this potential elemental? No, he had to go. Tecumseh asked that the small private dining room be prepared, and that his guest be shown to it. He hung up as soon as confirmation was given and looked at what he was wearing, while it was sufficient to inspect the dig site, it would not do or hosting a dinner. Ahh, right, Sarah had made him keep a suit ready in case important visitors arrived unexpected, given his usual disdain for suits, and this qualified. Even if Sarah wouldn't understand tomorrow morning, oh dear... how was he going to explain this to her? Later, dinner now. He changed in his office, then closed up the office, locking everything before marching rapidly down the walk to the lobby and then on into the dinning room. There he saw the chef signal him from the kitchen door and walked over, to be asked what to prepare for dinner. Thinking a moment, he requested the three course mutton pie the chef did so well. The chef beamed and set about his task vigorously, while Tecumseh remembered one last thing, and headed back through the lobby through a door marked employees only, down a short hall, and into the small set of offices that consisted of the hotel security. There he asked the guards to be extra vigilant, as he'd noticed some unsavory folks at the dig and didn't want any of his customer's vacation's interrupted by a few ruffians. The chief officer peeled his eyes off the TV long enough to see Tecumseh was serious, and grimacing turned the TV off and ordered his subordinates to keep a sharp eye out for trouble, keying his radio to be sure everyone on the grounds got the message. Turning back, he passed the employee lounge, where the receptionist was gossiping with a couple of co-workers about the strange woman dressed as if she was from the middle east. She made the mistake of making a generalization about all such women as Tecumseh passed the door. He stopped immediately, his people had been, some were still, hated by ignorant, thanks in large part to assumptions made by the ruling classes in America about. He wasn't about to let someone else suffer as his people had, and let the receptionist know that if she couldn't bother herself to be any more respectful of his guests and their beliefs, no matter how unique, He'd be happy to fill out a pink slip right then and there. The three women were stunned by the unexpected outbreak, Tecumseh was usually so polite and now he was threatening to fire a girl over one harmless little comment. The receptionist stammered out that the pink slip would not be needed, and he told her to prove it by learning enough about this particular guest's culture to carry on a conversation with her with out offending her. Still in shock, she simply said "okay" and then Tecumseh vanished down the hall as quickly as he had appeared, leaving the three women in an awkward silence. At last he stepped into the private dinning room, having made arrangements with the head waiter that if Ms. Bhati ate dinner at the resort this week it would be on the house, non-negotiable. He stopped just inside the room and took a deep breath before bowing to the young couple seated before him, and requesting the pleasure of joining them for dinner. He wore a black tuxedo over a starched white shirt, with a scarlet red tie, that oddly accented his skin tone in a pleasant way. He wore polished black oxfords over black and scarlet checkered socks. Sarah wasn't sure why he'd insisted on those, but he'd aways answered that a distinguished host must not be easily forgotten yet never to overbearing in his dress, and checkered socks sat right in the middle, or at least close enough for him.</s> <\|message\|>Rad Dan (Daniel Radkowski) "Hell, if you want fresh ayah, just open a window. In fact..." Dan turned to open the window, not realizing the speed at which the train was now travelling. Immediately, a blast of air hit Dan straight in the face, knocking him backwards a bit. "Holy SHIT!" the window was closed nearly as fast as it had been open. "So... Othah than Jojo's aunt Maria, who else we got as fah as 'contacts'? Any a' yous got, I dunno, connections in high places oah somethin'? Closest I got is my fostah uncle Jack. Runs a hotdog caht across from the White House."</s> <\|message\|>Chrome Chrome The Chromium Element Darkness clouded the edge of Chrome's vision as he got up out of the bed he was in, and he felt extremely groggy. He still had the chromium sword next to him, an almost useless weapon, but it was significant to him. He and the Sword were a kin, made of the same element. He knew that it would not serve him well in combat in all but the least perilous situations, that it needed to be melded like his skin very often just from being moved constantly through the Nitrogen mixture of air just to stay intact. He knew that if he was ever to use the sword, he was likely already dead because Chromium is only good for one thing, and it is not protecting yourself. He knew that he and the sword went through the same difficulties everyday and that's why he kept it, because it was him and he was it. Sighing, if you could call the clanking of heavy metal throughout his body a sigh, he packed up all his belongings, threw a sweatshirt on and pulled it low over his face. There were some perks to being made of Chromium. He was immune to any poisoning and he always had a weapon on hand, literally. Welded onto his fists were spikes made of steel and chromium, which lead him to another perk. He could augment his body with metals and theoretically he could change shape which would be indeed an unpleasant experience. His Nervous system was still intact but was dulled down due to parts of it being replaced by the Prison he called a body. Giving up the immense train of thought Chrome walked out of the Motel he was staying in, hunched over to conceal his face. He wondered if there was any other Chromium element beings that were like him, or if he was the alone bearer of the curse or gift he was bestowed. He hoped he wasn't the only one. He thought back to the battle he had with another super being earlier in the year, back when he thought he could better the world. He realized that he was rather gifted if the other Elements were like that one. He did not know which one it was, but it left large burns on his body and it required ages of agony to replace the molten chromium. Chromium was not cheap, but wasn't too expensive. He wondered if he would ever develop a new use for his gift besides being a walking electromagnet that could be chiseled by a toothpick. He wondered if he would encounter any of the Elemental beings representing a precious metal. He hoped that they wouldn't wane his Oxide layers that protected him from the poisonous Nitogen atmosphere outside his body. He cringed as he remembered the time he wore a golden chain. He nearly lost arm because he became so brittle that moving it made it almost break of. Chrome glanced at a group of people who were eyeing him shadily. Why shouldn't they, he was walking around looking like a crack addict and if they god forbid he took any of his clothes off they would classify him as worse. He looked down at the snow around his shoes and smiled. There was fun thing to being chromium, and that was his magnetic abilities. He looked around and ran to a flag pole, changing his magnetic field in a way that a regular human could never understand, and began to climb it with strides. He was at the top as he jumped from the pole tumbling into a roll so not to break his sensitive body. "There's never a bad without a good to counter it" He chuckled to himself.</s> <\|message\|>Alessandra Guillory Alessandra Guillory As Alessa and her guest were lead into the dining room, she couldn't help but notice the clothing she and Jason were dressed in. Obviously not as formal as she would like, but it wasn't like she could really get much better from the clothes brought to a paleontological dig site. Still, she had not expected the level of formality that was conveyed by the environment around her. The simple sundress was certainly nice, a blue dress with a white floral pattern on it. Jason had dressed even less formally, simply in a white t-shirt and jeans. Alessa took her seat, waiting for the host to make his appearance. As he did, Alessa was certainly impressed by his dress. The red stood out and was definitely memorable. Alessa made a small gesture at him, and flashed a smile. "Hello there, I'm Alessandra. It's nice to meet you again, under better circumstances." She smiled again, trying to find words and carry on the conversation; talking was not her strong suit, but she would try her best. "Thank you for inviting us to dinner, we appreciated it very much"</s> <\|message\|>Chloe Harper Chloe squinted but didn't comment on the blast of wind that slapped her in the face. Instead she let go of Dan's hand and moved to get her hair out of her face. If it had looked bad this morning, it was terrible now. "It looks like the best option we have is someone's crazy aunt," she muttered. The most attractive option right now was to nap on the way and tune everyone out, but for now, she kept her eyes open. She didn't want Dan (who she still couldn't believe she'd sat next to) to try anything.</s>	<\|message\|>Tecumseh Kawacatoose Tecumseh beamed and slipped out of his jacket, putting it on the back of his chair, and joined the couple at the table. Thank you for coming, I wasn't sure you'd come. The waiter arrived to take their drink orders, he seemed to skip Tecumseh, but that was only because everyone who worked in the kitchen knew that Tecumseh drank only one thing with his meals, a strong herbal tea, only lightly sweetened with exactly five ice-cubes. He was oddly specific in many things, but none of it was particularly strange aside from it being so specific, so no one really minded. After the waiter left, Tecumseh picked up the conversation where he'd left off. My name is Tecumseh Kawacatoose, but most simply call me Tecum[TEH-cum], and what is your name young man? The waiter returned with their drinks as ordered, and Tecumseh took a long swig from his tea, he hadn't realized just how thirsty he was until he had a drink in front of him. He hadn't had anything to eat or drink since breakfast that morning as a matter of fact. The waiter merely smiled and shook his head when he saw Tecum's glass already two-thirds empty, as he fetched the man a second glass.</s>

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<\|description\|>Maria Goethe Age: 15 Gender: Female Appearance: Maria uses a wheelchair to feign the appearance of a paraplegic. She uses her magic to move the wheelchair around. Personality: Maria casts an outward appearance of a cheery, kind girl, always smiling while talking in a bubbly voice. However, beneath this social mask lies a mind broken by years of abuse into a dark and ruthless girl, her empathy withered away and her trust in other people hard to come by, devolving into paranoia when she is stressed. She has a fear of inferiority, and combats this by being driven by her lust for power, her ambition being her escape from the creeping despair that silently clutches her heart. While she keeps a sociable appearance about herself, in truth she doesn't have a lot of friends, and keeps her relationships with other people strictly as business. However, she has started to grow fond of her maid Fantine, and won't tolerate any cases of her mistreatment. Bio: Maria was thrown into an orphanage before she could even remember the faces of her parents, who died shortly after her birth. She was brutally beaten and abused at a regular pace by the personnel there. However, before she was driven to an abyss of despair, she met a boy by the name of Klaus there, who promised to protect her and get them out of the orphanage. In time, she developed feelings for the boy. One night they attempted an escape, but were about to be caught when Maria met an Incubator. Seeing that Klaus was caught, she made her wish and the two of them escaped successfully. Later, Klaus was caught by an anti-MG mob and tortured to death due to his connections to Magical Girls after following Maria. Maria found out about this, and became determined to rule the world and take revenge on the people who took Klaus away from him, by any means possible. Over the following years, Maria managed to worm her way to the position of a lieutenant in the Aurora City Authority through her persuasion skills, guile and political maneuvers, even resorting to underhanded tactics such as backstabbing and using torture to squeeze valuable secrets out of any hapless victim she managed to capture alive. Of course, she doesn't plan on stopping there, either... Her domain includes the territory of a magical girl named Eponine, who has requested her home to be placed under Maria's, and by extension, Aurora's protection and rule and that her sister is given a place of refuge in Maria's HQ. In return, Maria demanded Eponine to swear fealty to her, and that Fantine will serve as her personal maid. Allegiance: Aurora City Authority Theme: A Stranger I Remain Skills: Maria could be said to have a silver tongue, for she is very convincing and manipulative with her words, sprouting seeds of doubt and despair in any heart she can pierce with her angelic voice. She also has a profound knowledge of politics and tactics, and specializes in psychological warfare. Weapons: Maria keeps a small dagger under her dress as a paranoid measure, though due to her status as a Magical Girl, rarely uses it. Other: Maria loves sweet things such as cakes and cookies, and spends a lot of her free time snacking on them. Magical Girl Appearance: Maria keeps her eye-design and creepy demeanour while as a Magical Girl. Her costume also has more shades of dark-green and black. Wish: "I wish to move Klaus away from his fate." Weapons: A scythe with an intricate, flowery design going from the hilt all the way to the blade's end. Can be manipulated to change the position of the blade, making for a surprisingly adaptive weapon despite its unwieldiness. Powers: Telekinesis. Maria may use her magic to control the movement of any object or person in her line of sight, including herself. For example, she can fly through the air, throw and draw distant targets and even freeze people in place. However, she needs to have one of her hands unoccupied and spread open for her to cast the magic from her palm and her fingers for multitasking and subtle movements, making her unable to use this power if her hands are unusable or occupied. Breaking her focus also results in the spell's canceling. She may also perform a Force Choke-like spell on normal humans which Magical Girls are immune to.</s> <\|message\|>Violetta FitzCarraldo. (Veee oh-let-ter, not Vayyy-oh-let-ter. She gets annoyed if you mispronounce it.) The girl in the blue dress clutched at the egg in her hands, feeling it's cold weight in her numb fingers. She felt empty, drained of something far more important then just her soul. Kyuubey was nowhere to be found, having slipped somewhere down a alleyway or up a chute or anywhere that wasn't here. Michelle could feel something on her back. Something cold, and they kept twisting, making singing noises against the gentle breeze. Ice crystals, she was sure of it. She could see them in the corner of her eyes, always moving away when she turned to look at them, and she could see their weird shadows right next to hers, and every time they bumped into a wall they screamed at her in a language no one else seemed to hear. She'd curled into a ball and tried to freeze herself to death, somewhere quiet where nobody else would intervene. Which is why she blanched when she heard the footsteps. First a loud SLAM, like jackboots hitting concrete. Then a rhythm, regular thumps as someone or something walked towards her. They stopped. Michelle turned her neck, trying to ignore the coat of ice coating her cheek. The other girl was tall, almost menacingly so. In the evening light, the harsh shadows and glare got in the way of everything, and all she could make out was shadows and flashes of red and black, and a mouth somewhere high up and fleshing out words. "Who're you?" Michelle opened her mouth, trying to sound out words through a cold and aching jaw. "C-c-cirn-" She began, then stopped. That wasn't her, was it? She'd wished for it, but she hated herself, now. Hated the fever, hated the dress, hated the bow tie, hated having made the stupid pact with the bunnycat, hated hated hated it. Something touched her cheek, and it took a few seconds of burning for her to realize it was a pilot light. "Y'know" the girl said, casually. "If it was anyone else, they probably would've killed you by now. Or have they already?" "I'm Michelle." "Ah, so you can speak." "Mmm." "I assume you contracted pretty recently? Yeah? The wish wasn't everything you wanted it to be?" Michelle just nodded, and a thousand little ice shards over her neck cracked at once, making a Clink-clink sound. "I won't ask you what you wished for. Breach of contract. But I will tell you this is an awful place to die in. there's a turf war going to happen in a few minutes. Girls with guns, and back alley tactics. They'll probably just shoot you and ask questions later. Not that it matters much, since you're already dead." The strange girl crouched down, on her haunches. Her breath fogged up when it passed over Michelle's shoulder. "That's stuff you don't see in the fine print, see? That pretty little egg of yours, it's more then just a trinket. It's the bit of you that's alive and makes you laugh, or cry, and they take it out and give yous some pretty little wings and they think it's fair. But it really doesn't matter, does it, since a dead bird won't fly. You've made your mistake, Michelle. But I think you don't have to make another one. Come with me, and i'll show you something worth living for." Michelle turned, glaring into the sun. And in it, a figure in a pompous hat almost all in shadow, and she nodded. ---- The witch roared, and bit down. It tore open Michelle's chest, tearing up the blue dress and several important-looking sinewy bits. She weakly flailed at a familiar, but the pick found nothing but air. The noise and the fury of the witch's lair swam in and out of focus, The witch, a serpentine draconic woodcut, snarled at something out of her sight, but recoiled in a flash of blinding blue steam as something fought back at it. The figure turned away from the dragon as more women --her comrades-- went at the beast with lightning and mirrors and staves. The girl crouched down, and her face swam into view. From her expression alone, Michelle could gather that she wasn't going to make it. Even as the pain was a mild buzzing sensation in the back of her head, her limbs weren't responding as they should. All she could move was her head. She gasped out something, and let an arm flop at her chest. The girl, in between the tears, grabbed at the red bow and grasped at the knot, pulling at the ice-white gemstone. She took it, and turned away. And for Michelle, everything went dark. --- "Role call, ladies. Did everyone make it out okay? Elaine, that's a nasty gash on your arm, you might want to have that checked out back at base. Catherine, get to Elaine and work your stuff. We're moving out of here as soon as we confirm the seeds, we don't wanna spend any more time then we need to." The voice of command rang out as soon as the witch's lair had spat them back out. Antsy soldiers, Violetta thought, were inefficient soldiers. People needed order in their lives, and she was all too happy to provide that, in the form of a shouty young lady with a massive hat and and even larger ego. "Wait. Where's Chell?" One glance at her squadron, and her heart dropped. The company was one short. And it didn't take a genius to work out what had happened. Even then, amidst the quiet realization, she still had to play the shouty Sargent card. "Well, come on then, it's almost morning. I'm sure you all have comfortable beds in which to mope in, so get a damn move on, already!" They picked up two grief seeds that night. One with a tiny motif of snowflakes dancing around its edge. Violetta grabbed at the tray of fast food and deposited it gently on the table. Then she picked up her phone, and spoke, disinterestedly into the mobile phone. "Hey? Valkyrie squad? This is Violetta." She said, balancing the talk with a small soda. Once upon a time,they'd used codenames and secrets to hide their gang of magical girls. It led to so much confusion and doublechecking they simply dropped the codes and talked normally to confirm they had got it right the first time, and it wasn't like anybody cared about the Valks. She sneaked a fry into her mouth, chewed and swallowed with all the signs of enjoyment, and half-yawned into the receiver "Be on your guard, ladies. It's a good night for something fishy." She cut the communication, and glanced at the screen. Somebody wanted her to go patrol some dark and dirty corner of the city to find a rogue magical girl. Didn't sound like her cup of yerba mate. She and her battalion had already met their quota for today. But she threw aside the unopened burger and stood up to leave, anyway. Whenever there were magical girls fighting, there were impressionable kids ready to contract at a moment's notice and a suspicious plague of disappearing Ferretweasels. And her squad was still one down. She left the shop, and transformed into her fighting clothes. No sense in going unprepared.</s> <\|message\|>Alexandra Hertz It was obvious that Kyubey would have grinned had he been able to do so, or had he felt the sort of emotion that prompted that sort of action. He had chosen her for a reason after all, just like there was a reason behind everything that the Incubators did. Maria would just have to figure out what it was along the way. Kyubey hopped down off the bookshelf, sitting in front of the wheelchair as he watched her with unblinking eyes. It seems to be a magical girl, he said at last, providing some information. Normal humans would find it incredibly difficult to do what they appear to be trying to do. If a Noble is involved though, it is only indirectly, given that you yourself have no knowledge of any illicit magical research. Another seeming mental shrug then. I would provide more help, but they have done quite a bit to hide their activities from our attention. They had just been fortune that the impact of the ongoing experiments, whatever they were trying to do, had been easier to pick up. But it still left no clue as to who was doing it, much less what they were trying to do. --- Lukoshenko's arrival wasn't entirely a surprise beyond the exact time of his arrival, when he did show up. Alexandra had been expecting him, since she insisted on receiving general reports so she could keep up to date on the state of her nation. She would not let herself be overthrown like she had done before, and she would not allow her nation to fall in dire straits. Aurora would be maintained as it had been, if she had any say in it. "Enter," she called, and Lukoshenko would find the door unlocked. that would permit him entrance into the tastefully decorated penthouse, not ostentatious in its display of wealth but rather subtle about it. It exuded power and an aura of strength that was made to either intimidate, or to console, depending on the intentions of the person who entered, and Alexandra was glad that she had found that particular decorator. Kolya would find Alexandra in the living room, relaxing on the couch with a glass resting nearby. Caroline stood in the corner watching him, though there was less suspicion than had he been someone who hadn't proven his loyalty. She was not a permanent fixture at these meetings by far, but it appeared she had nothing else to do at the moment. "So, how fairs our border today," she asked once he came to a rest, having earned her full attention. Relaxed though she might be, she was all business nonetheless.</s>	<\|message\|>Maria Goethe "It's okay Kyubey, you don't need to worry. Leave it to magical girl Maria to save the day!" So he's going to expect me to comb the entire city for some crazy bitches messing around with their magic...as expected of him. Though Nobles aren't directly involved I'll bet my storage of grief seeds that they're secretly backed by one. Now I'll just have to check which one of them would resort to such idiocy. "Let's check the map. That is always a good idea when investigating cities," Maria said as she smiled. She opened up a map file on her computer that she has tampered with herself to show different colors and lines on different parts of the map.</s>
<\|description\|>Maria Goethe Age: 15 Gender: Female Appearance: Maria uses a wheelchair to feign the appearance of a paraplegic. She uses her magic to move the wheelchair around. Personality: Maria casts an outward appearance of a cheery, kind girl, always smiling while talking in a bubbly voice. However, beneath this social mask lies a mind broken by years of abuse into a dark and ruthless girl, her empathy withered away and her trust in other people hard to come by, devolving into paranoia when she is stressed. She has a fear of inferiority, and combats this by being driven by her lust for power, her ambition being her escape from the creeping despair that silently clutches her heart. While she keeps a sociable appearance about herself, in truth she doesn't have a lot of friends, and keeps her relationships with other people strictly as business. However, she has started to grow fond of her maid Fantine, and won't tolerate any cases of her mistreatment. Bio: Maria was thrown into an orphanage before she could even remember the faces of her parents, who died shortly after her birth. She was brutally beaten and abused at a regular pace by the personnel there. However, before she was driven to an abyss of despair, she met a boy by the name of Klaus there, who promised to protect her and get them out of the orphanage. In time, she developed feelings for the boy. One night they attempted an escape, but were about to be caught when Maria met an Incubator. Seeing that Klaus was caught, she made her wish and the two of them escaped successfully. Later, Klaus was caught by an anti-MG mob and tortured to death due to his connections to Magical Girls after following Maria. Maria found out about this, and became determined to rule the world and take revenge on the people who took Klaus away from him, by any means possible. Over the following years, Maria managed to worm her way to the position of a lieutenant in the Aurora City Authority through her persuasion skills, guile and political maneuvers, even resorting to underhanded tactics such as backstabbing and using torture to squeeze valuable secrets out of any hapless victim she managed to capture alive. Of course, she doesn't plan on stopping there, either... Her domain includes the territory of a magical girl named Eponine, who has requested her home to be placed under Maria's, and by extension, Aurora's protection and rule and that her sister is given a place of refuge in Maria's HQ. In return, Maria demanded Eponine to swear fealty to her, and that Fantine will serve as her personal maid. Allegiance: Aurora City Authority Theme: A Stranger I Remain Skills: Maria could be said to have a silver tongue, for she is very convincing and manipulative with her words, sprouting seeds of doubt and despair in any heart she can pierce with her angelic voice. She also has a profound knowledge of politics and tactics, and specializes in psychological warfare. Weapons: Maria keeps a small dagger under her dress as a paranoid measure, though due to her status as a Magical Girl, rarely uses it. Other: Maria loves sweet things such as cakes and cookies, and spends a lot of her free time snacking on them. Magical Girl Appearance: Maria keeps her eye-design and creepy demeanour while as a Magical Girl. Her costume also has more shades of dark-green and black. Wish: "I wish to move Klaus away from his fate." Weapons: A scythe with an intricate, flowery design going from the hilt all the way to the blade's end. Can be manipulated to change the position of the blade, making for a surprisingly adaptive weapon despite its unwieldiness. Powers: Telekinesis. Maria may use her magic to control the movement of any object or person in her line of sight, including herself. For example, she can fly through the air, throw and draw distant targets and even freeze people in place. However, she needs to have one of her hands unoccupied and spread open for her to cast the magic from her palm and her fingers for multitasking and subtle movements, making her unable to use this power if her hands are unusable or occupied. Breaking her focus also results in the spell's canceling. She may also perform a Force Choke-like spell on normal humans which Magical Girls are immune to.</s> <\|message\|>Maria Goethe "No, that's just what I needed!" She said with a smile as bright as the sun. "Thank you Kyubey!" She leaned over to the white creature and attempted to pet it. Figures they would hide in the industrial sector. Dora sure is sloppy for letting this slip by her, that dumb blonde. Well, it's all the more reason for me to rearrange the pecking order once I'm in charge, and she's gonna be demoted to a Squire. I don't have time to deal with it myself, but if I remember correctly, she should be having her patrol right in that section... Maria then signed out of the computer and took out her cellphone. She flipped it open with a much more rigid gesture than you would have assumed by her happy disposition, and picked out a number. She spoke to the phone with calm authority. "Violetta? Yes, this is Maria. I've been informed that there's been sightings of illegal magical research at the industrial sector. Conduct an investigation and apprehend the people behind this activity. Once you're done report back to me."</s> <\|message\|>Eponine Hassane During the conversation, Eponine felt a bit twitchy, ready to activate her force field should Chloe make any sudden moves. It actually flickered on and off a few times, though it wasn't visible. Though Eponine understood what Chloe meant by responsibilities, she felt that being part of a system was actually more liberating; she didn't have to think for herself or make her own decisions. Eponine saw the concept of freedom as a trap, and Chloe as one who was foolish enough to fall for it. Eponine was surprised Chloe would come so easily. "I expected you would," Eponine said, referring to Chloe's decision to stay in her magical girl state, "and I hope you won't mind if I do the same." "Chloe Hartmann? I'll remember it," Eponine said as she pulled her hammer out of the ground and leaned it over her shoulder, as she thought about Chloe's statement about the poor. She considered her own past and how she gained power. She thought about the advantages of being among the anonymous masses, letting fate and the greater powers dictate one's life. How satisfied one would be if one simply accepted their position. And if one was not satisfied, there were methods to follow, there was service to be rendered, in order to rise in the ranks. Outside of the system, nothing was guaranteed, there were no steps to follow, and one was forced to live with one's self and one's own decisions, a thought that terrified Eponine for some reason. Eponine decided to not speak to Chloe. Eponine headed back towards the border where her jeep waited, expecting Chloe to follow. She got on and ordered, "Take us back to Lady Maria's estate."</s> <\|message\|>Yume Fubuki Yume gently touched the grief seed to her soul gem, watching it funnel away the black substance that had tainted the grey-pink color. "Sorry, friend." she thought, blinking back budding tears. "Don't you dare cry." she scolded herself. This is how it always turns out, how it has to be. Without this sacrifice, the world, no, everything, would fall apart. She knew that before she took them on and became their sister in heroics, and she'd promised herself not to let her feelings get in the way of the greater good. But still...she couldn't stop thinking about them. This grief seed in particular had once been the soul gem of a girl very close to her heart, someone who'd trusted and looked up to her. "Why?! Why you too?! I could have helped you, why did you fall into despair?!" she screamed, holding the grief seed painfully tight. "Where are you, you damn rodent. I want to know what happened." Yume hissed, starting to feel her anger fade and be replaced by coldness.</s> <\|message\|>Alice Earhart Before Alice was about set off somewhere, she heard a 'bang' sound nearby. She froze for a moment before checking what the heck it was and where it came from. Alice need not walk far since she saw a large group of girls not long after. Alice quickly hid herself. "Looks like some of the Authority's dogs? Wonder if they are friendly?" Alice chuckled to herself. She decided to read their minds however she only managed to get a vague reading. For some reason, its hard for her to read minds of the magical. "Well, at least I know they are magical girls." It was then there was the ringing of a mobile phone. It was coming from the blonde leading them. Alice tries to get closer quietly to hear the girl talking on the phone. After successfully doing so, its to eavesdrop so as to find out what the Authority were doing here.</s> <\|message\|>Violetta FitzCarraldo. (Veee oh-let-ter, not Vayyy-oh-let-ter. She gets annoyed if you mispronounce it.) Violetta turned the corner, nodding at the unfamilliar girl going about her business, and perked up when she heard her cell phone ringing. She reached into a pocket without breaking her stride, but it took her three guesses and an awkward moment of self-fondling before she found the phone and flipped it open. She thought it was one of her squad of magical minions still stationed somewhere secret. She was wrong. "Violetta?" "Speaking." "Yes, this is Maria." "I'm not gonna ask how you got this number, boss, but imagine I have." "I've been informed that there's been sightings of illegal magical research at the industrial sector." "And this is my problem...How?" "Conduct an investigation and apprehend the people behind this activity." "Is this one of those need-to-know things?" "Once you're done report back to me." "Fiiine." Click. She seemed chirpier then usual, Violetta noted as she dialed another number into her phone. Like someone was listening in on their call, and she had to put on the Charles Xavier poor-pitiful-me impression for just slightly too long. Mmm, Charles Xavier. He was gonna be played by Patrick Stewart before he'd died in one of the first magical girl uprisings in america. Hollywood had been one of the first places to fall. Despite herself, she kinda wished she could've seen that film. Somebody was behind her. She didn't even need to turn round, she could see her in the black reflection on her phone. It was the magical girl from earlier, making some half-assed attempt to sneak behind her. Violetta wasn't going to ruin her fun. She kept marching on, glancing in rear view mirrors and lamp post reflections, constantly keeping her in sight as she cued up another number. "Valkyrie squad? This is Violetta, i'm at the corner of straße Zauber and Doppelzwei, in the industrial district, and we've been called out for some recon work. Vi out."</s>	<\|message\|>Maria Goethe "Roger," the driver answered as the two of them entered inside the jeep, followed by the vehicle speeding off towards Maria's headquarters. --- It didn't take long for a fortress-like object to come into view as the jeep slowed down and stopped before the gates, which were ornate and flowery in design. Once Eponine stepped out of the jeep the guards immediately opened the gates and saluted, not thinking twice about the girl following her as they passed through the gates and into the mansion that the walls surrounded. Maria put down the phone and sighed; she knew that Violetta was part of the law enforcement division, and thus her command could be belayed by the head of the law enforcement department, Alexandra. Other than that, she was one of the few people outside her domain she could trust with discreet matters. She remembered an incident where a cluster of Shadow Compact sympathizers were found and their hideout was burned to the ground along with the rest of them; Violetta was the one who carried out that task with her flamethrower. The sounds of screaming and the stench of burning flesh that day was something she remembers fondly. As she finished reminiscing, she realized that Kyubey, whom she was trying to pet, was gone. She didn't give much thought to the creature's disappearance, it was expected after all, before she heard the sounds of the front door opening and a pair of feet stepping inside, causing Maria to almost jump out of her wheelchair in excitement. "Fantine! Get the dining hall ready for our guests!" She shouted, and immediately headed over to the foyer to greet the two. The moment she laid her eyes on the rogue, Maria started to smile in a fiendish way, before it turned into the cutesy smile she was accustomed to holding. Aah, yes. This one is boisterous and arrogant; just the type I wished from my wild card. And if I'm not mistaken, she seems to be a friend to a certain group of "friends" too. Phase 1 is successful. Now, onto Phase 2. Maria put on a sweet and compelling voice as she spoke. "Welcome to the Goethe Estate. I am Maria Goethe, the one who has invited you here." She turned around on her wheelchair and headed to the dining hall. "Please, have a seat. Feel free to partake of any delicacies you find on the table. If you would like some tea or soft drinks, just speak the word and I'll have it served, heehee."</s>
<\|description\|>Maria Goethe Age: 15 Gender: Female Appearance: Maria uses a wheelchair to feign the appearance of a paraplegic. She uses her magic to move the wheelchair around. Personality: Maria casts an outward appearance of a cheery, kind girl, always smiling while talking in a bubbly voice. However, beneath this social mask lies a mind broken by years of abuse into a dark and ruthless girl, her empathy withered away and her trust in other people hard to come by, devolving into paranoia when she is stressed. She has a fear of inferiority, and combats this by being driven by her lust for power, her ambition being her escape from the creeping despair that silently clutches her heart. While she keeps a sociable appearance about herself, in truth she doesn't have a lot of friends, and keeps her relationships with other people strictly as business. However, she has started to grow fond of her maid Fantine, and won't tolerate any cases of her mistreatment. Bio: Maria was thrown into an orphanage before she could even remember the faces of her parents, who died shortly after her birth. She was brutally beaten and abused at a regular pace by the personnel there. However, before she was driven to an abyss of despair, she met a boy by the name of Klaus there, who promised to protect her and get them out of the orphanage. In time, she developed feelings for the boy. One night they attempted an escape, but were about to be caught when Maria met an Incubator. Seeing that Klaus was caught, she made her wish and the two of them escaped successfully. Later, Klaus was caught by an anti-MG mob and tortured to death due to his connections to Magical Girls after following Maria. Maria found out about this, and became determined to rule the world and take revenge on the people who took Klaus away from him, by any means possible. Over the following years, Maria managed to worm her way to the position of a lieutenant in the Aurora City Authority through her persuasion skills, guile and political maneuvers, even resorting to underhanded tactics such as backstabbing and using torture to squeeze valuable secrets out of any hapless victim she managed to capture alive. Of course, she doesn't plan on stopping there, either... Her domain includes the territory of a magical girl named Eponine, who has requested her home to be placed under Maria's, and by extension, Aurora's protection and rule and that her sister is given a place of refuge in Maria's HQ. In return, Maria demanded Eponine to swear fealty to her, and that Fantine will serve as her personal maid. Allegiance: Aurora City Authority Theme: A Stranger I Remain Skills: Maria could be said to have a silver tongue, for she is very convincing and manipulative with her words, sprouting seeds of doubt and despair in any heart she can pierce with her angelic voice. She also has a profound knowledge of politics and tactics, and specializes in psychological warfare. Weapons: Maria keeps a small dagger under her dress as a paranoid measure, though due to her status as a Magical Girl, rarely uses it. Other: Maria loves sweet things such as cakes and cookies, and spends a lot of her free time snacking on them. Magical Girl Appearance: Maria keeps her eye-design and creepy demeanour while as a Magical Girl. Her costume also has more shades of dark-green and black. Wish: "I wish to move Klaus away from his fate." Weapons: A scythe with an intricate, flowery design going from the hilt all the way to the blade's end. Can be manipulated to change the position of the blade, making for a surprisingly adaptive weapon despite its unwieldiness. Powers: Telekinesis. Maria may use her magic to control the movement of any object or person in her line of sight, including herself. For example, she can fly through the air, throw and draw distant targets and even freeze people in place. However, she needs to have one of her hands unoccupied and spread open for her to cast the magic from her palm and her fingers for multitasking and subtle movements, making her unable to use this power if her hands are unusable or occupied. Breaking her focus also results in the spell's canceling. She may also perform a Force Choke-like spell on normal humans which Magical Girls are immune to.</s> <\|message\|>Alice Earhart Before Alice was about set off somewhere, she heard a 'bang' sound nearby. She froze for a moment before checking what the heck it was and where it came from. Alice need not walk far since she saw a large group of girls not long after. Alice quickly hid herself. "Looks like some of the Authority's dogs? Wonder if they are friendly?" Alice chuckled to herself. She decided to read their minds however she only managed to get a vague reading. For some reason, its hard for her to read minds of the magical. "Well, at least I know they are magical girls." It was then there was the ringing of a mobile phone. It was coming from the blonde leading them. Alice tries to get closer quietly to hear the girl talking on the phone. After successfully doing so, its to eavesdrop so as to find out what the Authority were doing here.</s> <\|message\|>Violetta FitzCarraldo. (Veee oh-let-ter, not Vayyy-oh-let-ter. She gets annoyed if you mispronounce it.) Violetta turned the corner, nodding at the unfamilliar girl going about her business, and perked up when she heard her cell phone ringing. She reached into a pocket without breaking her stride, but it took her three guesses and an awkward moment of self-fondling before she found the phone and flipped it open. She thought it was one of her squad of magical minions still stationed somewhere secret. She was wrong. "Violetta?" "Speaking." "Yes, this is Maria." "I'm not gonna ask how you got this number, boss, but imagine I have." "I've been informed that there's been sightings of illegal magical research at the industrial sector." "And this is my problem...How?" "Conduct an investigation and apprehend the people behind this activity." "Is this one of those need-to-know things?" "Once you're done report back to me." "Fiiine." Click. She seemed chirpier then usual, Violetta noted as she dialed another number into her phone. Like someone was listening in on their call, and she had to put on the Charles Xavier poor-pitiful-me impression for just slightly too long. Mmm, Charles Xavier. He was gonna be played by Patrick Stewart before he'd died in one of the first magical girl uprisings in america. Hollywood had been one of the first places to fall. Despite herself, she kinda wished she could've seen that film. Somebody was behind her. She didn't even need to turn round, she could see her in the black reflection on her phone. It was the magical girl from earlier, making some half-assed attempt to sneak behind her. Violetta wasn't going to ruin her fun. She kept marching on, glancing in rear view mirrors and lamp post reflections, constantly keeping her in sight as she cued up another number. "Valkyrie squad? This is Violetta, i'm at the corner of straße Zauber and Doppelzwei, in the industrial district, and we've been called out for some recon work. Vi out."</s> <\|message\|>Maria Goethe "Roger," the driver answered as the two of them entered inside the jeep, followed by the vehicle speeding off towards Maria's headquarters. --- It didn't take long for a fortress-like object to come into view as the jeep slowed down and stopped before the gates, which were ornate and flowery in design. Once Eponine stepped out of the jeep the guards immediately opened the gates and saluted, not thinking twice about the girl following her as they passed through the gates and into the mansion that the walls surrounded. Maria put down the phone and sighed; she knew that Violetta was part of the law enforcement division, and thus her command could be belayed by the head of the law enforcement department, Alexandra. Other than that, she was one of the few people outside her domain she could trust with discreet matters. She remembered an incident where a cluster of Shadow Compact sympathizers were found and their hideout was burned to the ground along with the rest of them; Violetta was the one who carried out that task with her flamethrower. The sounds of screaming and the stench of burning flesh that day was something she remembers fondly. As she finished reminiscing, she realized that Kyubey, whom she was trying to pet, was gone. She didn't give much thought to the creature's disappearance, it was expected after all, before she heard the sounds of the front door opening and a pair of feet stepping inside, causing Maria to almost jump out of her wheelchair in excitement. "Fantine! Get the dining hall ready for our guests!" She shouted, and immediately headed over to the foyer to greet the two. The moment she laid her eyes on the rogue, Maria started to smile in a fiendish way, before it turned into the cutesy smile she was accustomed to holding. Aah, yes. This one is boisterous and arrogant; just the type I wished from my wild card. And if I'm not mistaken, she seems to be a friend to a certain group of "friends" too. Phase 1 is successful. Now, onto Phase 2. Maria put on a sweet and compelling voice as she spoke. "Welcome to the Goethe Estate. I am Maria Goethe, the one who has invited you here." She turned around on her wheelchair and headed to the dining hall. "Please, have a seat. Feel free to partake of any delicacies you find on the table. If you would like some tea or soft drinks, just speak the word and I'll have it served, heehee."</s> <\|message\|>Fantine Hassane Fantine bustled around, setting up the dining table, placing small dishes, exquisite teacups, and dessert forks, as well as multi-tiered trays of sweets and pastries. Eponine entered and upon noticing that Maria hadn't transformed, said, "Lady Maria, I would recommend that you be in your magical girl form for the time being." "Eponine!" Fantine shouted as she threw herself at her sister in an exuberant hug. Eponine looked down, showing the faintest of smiles, putting one arm behind Fantine's shoulder and patting her head with the other, while strategically moving so that she placed herself between Fantine and Chloe. Then Fantine went back to Maria's side to wait for additional orders, so Eponine sat down very straight at the table, standing her hammer next to her seat, and keeping an eye on Chloe.</s> <\|message\|>Chloe Hartmann Chloe felt a shiver down her spine upon meeting her first member of Auroran 'nobility.' Is this what they're all like? These government types? Scary. She wasn't very impressed with the furnishings or the building itself. It ended up being about what she was expecting. Lavish, rich. This girl had servants and underlings. This was a real life lady, with real power. Maria Goethe, she said her name was. Chloe wouldn't forget it, probably. She didn't mention a title in her introduction, which struck Chloe as odd. That either meant she was very casual and didn't care for it, or the more likely case: it was implied. Something like You don't need to know my position, except that I am far above you. Unlike Eponine, who had some nobility to her, but otherwise acted with humility, this girl was clearly putting on an act. Chloe knew from moment one that she was never going to get along with either of these people. She wanted to lash out right at that moment. If this girl was going to display her brand of power by asserting her control, Chloe desperately wanted to display her own brand of power, by destroying the things that gave the other girl power. To smash the architecture, kill some servants maybe. It didn't really matter what, but the impulse was fighting its way to the surface. Chloe had to almost literally choke it back. There were more important things for the moment. If she needed to resort to breaking stuff, then her grasp on the situation might as well be over right now. "...Fine. It's not very lady-like, so forgive me, but if you have tea, you must have simple milk, right? I'll take you up on your offer. Skip the biscuits, just milk is fine." Chloe examined the large gauntlets granted to her by remaining in her transformed state, considering reverting back for the time being. But her emotions were running wild right now, so it was possible that she couldn't revert even if she wanted to. "...In a sturdy cup, if you could." Hands built for smashing were a poor fit for priceless tea sets. Chloe couldn't help but notice a particular serving girl who was enthusiastic at Eponine's return. D'aww. Who would have thought the iron maiden could have such a close relation. A friend maybe? No, probably family. She made a mental note. If she was going to kill off some workers here, it might be prudent to avoid this particular one. It was an odd feeling, but she couldn't really shake it. If I break this girl, I will die. After resolving everything in her mind, Chloe sat down at a seat across from the one Eponine had chosen. The other girl was keeping an eye on her, and for the moment, the intention was mutual. Despite that, her eyes were focused not on Eponine, but on Maria, who posed a totally unknown level of threat. She would be a magical girl, to be sure, but she hadn't transformed. Chloe knew not her weapon, nor her power. "I'm not very good at these nobility games, if you couldn't tell, so you should probably just tell me straight out why you wanted to talk to me instead of trying to have me arrested."</s>	<\|message\|>Maria Goethe Maria giggled a bit. "Oh Eponine, she is our guest, not an enemy. I'm certain if we come into a conflict of any sort, which is ludicrous to even think of as a possibility, you will be there to protect us." "Wonderful. Fantine, if you would." Maria looked over at her maid for a moment, before returning her attention back to the rogue. This could have gone a lot less smoothly if she refused to speak. Thankfully that is not the case. Straight-forward type, huh? This makes everything a lot simpler. Maria acted surprised. "Arrested? Why would I have a maker of such beautiful art arrested? No, you have a vision that shouldn't be shackled by the ignorant. The truth is, you and I are not as different as you might think. You see, I too am an artist. My canvas is Aurora, my paintbrush it's people. But my vision is also bound, locked up tight and the key thrown away by the tyranny of Alexandra, the Queen of Aurora City." Maria took a break from talking, and sipped on her tea before continuing. "She does not care for the people under her heel, for she lives only to subjugate us, and to separate us. But unlike the other Nobles who are too afraid to stand up to her oppression, I have the will to see her fall from her tower along with her supporters. I only ask if you share that will with me, and join the fight to free Aurora from her claws."</s>
<\|description\|>Maria Goethe Age: 15 Gender: Female Appearance: Maria uses a wheelchair to feign the appearance of a paraplegic. She uses her magic to move the wheelchair around. Personality: Maria casts an outward appearance of a cheery, kind girl, always smiling while talking in a bubbly voice. However, beneath this social mask lies a mind broken by years of abuse into a dark and ruthless girl, her empathy withered away and her trust in other people hard to come by, devolving into paranoia when she is stressed. She has a fear of inferiority, and combats this by being driven by her lust for power, her ambition being her escape from the creeping despair that silently clutches her heart. While she keeps a sociable appearance about herself, in truth she doesn't have a lot of friends, and keeps her relationships with other people strictly as business. However, she has started to grow fond of her maid Fantine, and won't tolerate any cases of her mistreatment. Bio: Maria was thrown into an orphanage before she could even remember the faces of her parents, who died shortly after her birth. She was brutally beaten and abused at a regular pace by the personnel there. However, before she was driven to an abyss of despair, she met a boy by the name of Klaus there, who promised to protect her and get them out of the orphanage. In time, she developed feelings for the boy. One night they attempted an escape, but were about to be caught when Maria met an Incubator. Seeing that Klaus was caught, she made her wish and the two of them escaped successfully. Later, Klaus was caught by an anti-MG mob and tortured to death due to his connections to Magical Girls after following Maria. Maria found out about this, and became determined to rule the world and take revenge on the people who took Klaus away from him, by any means possible. Over the following years, Maria managed to worm her way to the position of a lieutenant in the Aurora City Authority through her persuasion skills, guile and political maneuvers, even resorting to underhanded tactics such as backstabbing and using torture to squeeze valuable secrets out of any hapless victim she managed to capture alive. Of course, she doesn't plan on stopping there, either... Her domain includes the territory of a magical girl named Eponine, who has requested her home to be placed under Maria's, and by extension, Aurora's protection and rule and that her sister is given a place of refuge in Maria's HQ. In return, Maria demanded Eponine to swear fealty to her, and that Fantine will serve as her personal maid. Allegiance: Aurora City Authority Theme: A Stranger I Remain Skills: Maria could be said to have a silver tongue, for she is very convincing and manipulative with her words, sprouting seeds of doubt and despair in any heart she can pierce with her angelic voice. She also has a profound knowledge of politics and tactics, and specializes in psychological warfare. Weapons: Maria keeps a small dagger under her dress as a paranoid measure, though due to her status as a Magical Girl, rarely uses it. Other: Maria loves sweet things such as cakes and cookies, and spends a lot of her free time snacking on them. Magical Girl Appearance: Maria keeps her eye-design and creepy demeanour while as a Magical Girl. Her costume also has more shades of dark-green and black. Wish: "I wish to move Klaus away from his fate." Weapons: A scythe with an intricate, flowery design going from the hilt all the way to the blade's end. Can be manipulated to change the position of the blade, making for a surprisingly adaptive weapon despite its unwieldiness. Powers: Telekinesis. Maria may use her magic to control the movement of any object or person in her line of sight, including herself. For example, she can fly through the air, throw and draw distant targets and even freeze people in place. However, she needs to have one of her hands unoccupied and spread open for her to cast the magic from her palm and her fingers for multitasking and subtle movements, making her unable to use this power if her hands are unusable or occupied. Breaking her focus also results in the spell's canceling. She may also perform a Force Choke-like spell on normal humans which Magical Girls are immune to.</s> <\|message\|>Maria Goethe Maria took a glance at Eponine. She knew she would react that way now that her intentions have become clear to her, despite her apparently emotionless status. Still, that was only a matter of time before it was resolved, since she knew exactly how to convince her. Having decided on that matter mentally, Maria focused on the rogue's response to her offer, and just like she expected, it was met with resistance. Maria's smile turned into a sad frown. "It may seem comfortable to you, but to me, it is a never-ending torment. The government is corrupted and uncaring for its citizens, and though I try my best to manage my domain, I can't stop the law enforcement that Alexandra governs. I've seen men dragged to the streets and shot, powerless to do anything despite my status. She must be stopped, lest the city falls into despair and is consumed by a horde of witches." Now this is problematic. She is too perceptive to be fooled, and judging by her response she can't be bribed either. Well, no matter. She is already caught in my trap. Maria dropped her cute expressions and angelic voice, and suddenly revealed her true self; that of a dark, intellectual sociopath, making it seem like she changed personality. She then spoke with a chilling voice: "So you would prefer making an enemy of me? It would be a shame for our relationship to end on such a low note. You see, you are currently in a room with two magical girls, with a garrison of trained soldiers along with two other magical girls ready to rush in at any signs of disturbance. No matter how big your weapons are, you won't be walking out of this mansion should you refuse my offer. That would be a terrible loss for Shadow Compact." Even if the rogue didn't show it with her facial expression, Maria could tell by the movements of her eyes that she was correct in her assumption. She let that sink in for a moment before she continued. "Indeed. Without my assistance Shadow Compact would take years before they could muster enough resources to even attempt to overthrow Alexandra's rule. Even worse for them if you were captured, and spilled all their secrets to me. I would then purge the city of their presence, and forget this meeting even took place." She took a sip of her tea. "So, what will it be? It's your choice."</s> <\|message\|>Alice Earhart Alice sweat-dropped and she could feel the hostility coming from the girl named Violetta. Moreover, it was only now that Alice noticed the other girl had some kind of weird contraption with her. Some kind of weapon...maybe it will be hard to keep this peaceful. Alice wondered if she had been too hasty in transforming. It was like an invitation for a fight when its between magical girls...and Alice quite enjoyed those fights as she had fun 'playing' with her opponents. She shook her head as her 'crazy side' almost came out. Alice knew just by looking at her that Violetta was not like the small fries she had faced. She needed to keep calm. Alice crossed her arms and pretended to think about it. "Labs? The only things I know are the numerous factories and plants you see all around the sector. Much of the noise they make sure sound like explosions to me. If you are looking for meth, I could probably find you a place they sell for cheap though I would have to bust them up since the stuff is bad, hahahaha!" After she finished laughing at her own joke, Alice continued. "So how about it? If you want some meth, I can find some for you." She said that with a smile on her face however her right hand is already grasping her small scythe necklace preparing for battle. I can just lead her to the lab...but leading her while fighting will be more fun...and I want to talk to a member of the Authority anyway and also, I want to see her abilities and that weapon of hers...</s> <\|message\|>Chloe Hartmann So is this your true form, then, Maria Goethe? Or is there something deeper still? "'Fraid you've made two mistakes, Lady. The first is assuming I care about what happens to the Compact. No sense hiding it if you already know, we have a relationship of mutual manipulation. I use them because I can't be everywhere at once, and I like the way they operate, and they use me because the strength of a magical girl is no joke, as I'm sure you know. "The second mistake is appealing to my sense of justice. I couldn't give less of a damn if the city descends into anarchy and becomes the territory of witches. Every damned human here could die for all I care. They're all garbage to begin with. You, your political struggle, the state of Aurora, Incubators, the 'law,' all of it can crumble. Me, all I want is to have fun." She took a moment to take another sip of milk, seeming oblivious to the dark aura that had engulfed the room. The balance of power had shifted dramatically, but it wasn't like Chloe was out of bargaining chips either. "I don't like being threatened, though I can't say I didn't see it coming. I'll take your threat as fair play. The truth is," Chloe continued as she stood out of her chair. Sitting was awkward for her when she was transformed, and standing just felt a little more natural. "I just want what's best for me, see. I won't ever be loyal to you, because I... I just can't. I'm not loyal to the Compact, or to Aurora or anybody but myself. That said, you," she said as she pointed to Maria, before shifting her hand and gaze to where Eponine was sitting, seeming a bit shaken by the ordeal, "and you. You're fun. It seems like interesting stuff might happen around you. And one day, if I go along with this charade, I might get to fight you guys fair. Maybe even kill you. I wouldn't be bored for like a week if that happens. Or maybe I'll die. Won't ever be bored again that way either." This was a lot of talking, more than Chloe was used to doing all at once, though it was her own fault for her rambling way of speaking to others, she knew. "So... fine. Because it's interesting, I'll let you use me in whatever game you have concocted. But I won't... can't promise loyalty. I might kill you one day. Or smash up your house. Or even betray you. There's just no other option for me. You've gotta take it or leave it, Lady. But it might do you some good to discuss that with your subordinates, they might be a bit restless with the idea."</s> <\|message\|>Violetta FitzCarraldo. (Veee oh-let-ter, not Vayyy-oh-let-ter. She gets annoyed if you mispronounce it.) The street instantly grew a few degrees colder, and Violetta tilted her head, curiously. Factories, as far as she she understood the term, were big houses to store even bigger machines in. Most of them should've been abandoned a long time ago as the raw materials that had to be supplied to them ran out. Unless there were such a thing as magical girl truckers, shipping and handling precious goods between places so the humans didn't whinge so much about not being fed all the time, but that seemed ridiculous to her. So who or what was exploding the factories? Magical girl fights? She brushed those thoughts aside, dismissing them as unimportant. This girl got on her nerves, and she could tell the reverse was true, too. She was cocky, loud, and shifted her weight between her feet like she was ready to break into irish dance at any moment. Or maybe she really was ready to fight. Vi shifted her weight, and gripped at the metal rod of her flamethrower like a drawn sword. The small light at the end flicked on, and danced in the early morning chill. From a quick glance at it, Violetta read a wind speed barely over a knot. That meant lighter winds, maybe some three or four knots, the higher you rose, and with a ranged weapon like hers, wind speeds mattered. She was still wrapped in her smoke coccoon, which was still a plus. And there was a seed in her pocket, all that was left of Michelle "Cirno" McCarthy, that was still another advantage "Nah, but thanks for the offer." She began, acting like they weren't each doing the magical girl equivalent of the showdown at high noon. "Tried it once, and it just makes you feel like you're controlling your body with a marionette. It's awful. But boss' orders are to shut it down, so i've got to do my duty like a good little government lapdog. Así es la vida."</s>	<\|message\|>Maria Goethe Though Maria didn't show it on the outside, she was furious. She was outraged at the insolence of the rogue for completely defying her threats on Shadow Compact and her life and talking back to her with reckless abandon, but more than that, she was angry at herself for making a mistake like she said. It never occurred to me that a Shadow Compact agent wouldn't have any loyalty to them. Or a sense of justice for that matter. How could I have been so blind? Maria's rage started to take the forms of fantasies: they were about dragging her to the basement and torturing her, making her slowly bleed until the floor pooled with her blood. However, she managed to take a hold of herself once she remembered that she was actually willing to co-operate in a certain fashion, and Maria had a policy of not turning down the help of useful people, as loathsome as they could be. There was also the fact that Maria finally had a means of communication with Shadow Compact that was unknown to the rest of the Authority, which meant she now had as good chance as ever of actually achieving her objectives. Still, she couldn't believe how little value the rogue placed on her own life or the life of anyone else, and wondered for a moment if she was actually a witch in human form, so alien did her thinking seem to her. After a moment of sitting silent and staring at the rogue like an overweight man would look at a plate of salad, she finally spoke, in a low voice: "Take these." She called Fantine over and had her deliver two items to Chloe: a flash drive and a cellphone. She explained the items: "The cellphone is in case I need to contact you or Shadow Compact. It only has my number listed, but you can call other numbers with it too. The second item is a flash drive: it contains important data on all the territories and personnel of Aurora City with the exception of mine or my people. It also has a list of weak points: buildings, locations and the like. Attacking these weak points is sure to destabilize the government and loosen Alexandra's grip over the city. Shadow Compact would sacrifice several magical girls to get their hands on that, so treat it with care." She paused for a moment, and then said: "In return, I only ask for one thing: the name of the one who would stand up to me without fear."</s>
<\|description\|>Maria Goethe Age: 15 Gender: Female Appearance: Maria uses a wheelchair to feign the appearance of a paraplegic. She uses her magic to move the wheelchair around. Personality: Maria casts an outward appearance of a cheery, kind girl, always smiling while talking in a bubbly voice. However, beneath this social mask lies a mind broken by years of abuse into a dark and ruthless girl, her empathy withered away and her trust in other people hard to come by, devolving into paranoia when she is stressed. She has a fear of inferiority, and combats this by being driven by her lust for power, her ambition being her escape from the creeping despair that silently clutches her heart. While she keeps a sociable appearance about herself, in truth she doesn't have a lot of friends, and keeps her relationships with other people strictly as business. However, she has started to grow fond of her maid Fantine, and won't tolerate any cases of her mistreatment. Bio: Maria was thrown into an orphanage before she could even remember the faces of her parents, who died shortly after her birth. She was brutally beaten and abused at a regular pace by the personnel there. However, before she was driven to an abyss of despair, she met a boy by the name of Klaus there, who promised to protect her and get them out of the orphanage. In time, she developed feelings for the boy. One night they attempted an escape, but were about to be caught when Maria met an Incubator. Seeing that Klaus was caught, she made her wish and the two of them escaped successfully. Later, Klaus was caught by an anti-MG mob and tortured to death due to his connections to Magical Girls after following Maria. Maria found out about this, and became determined to rule the world and take revenge on the people who took Klaus away from him, by any means possible. Over the following years, Maria managed to worm her way to the position of a lieutenant in the Aurora City Authority through her persuasion skills, guile and political maneuvers, even resorting to underhanded tactics such as backstabbing and using torture to squeeze valuable secrets out of any hapless victim she managed to capture alive. Of course, she doesn't plan on stopping there, either... Her domain includes the territory of a magical girl named Eponine, who has requested her home to be placed under Maria's, and by extension, Aurora's protection and rule and that her sister is given a place of refuge in Maria's HQ. In return, Maria demanded Eponine to swear fealty to her, and that Fantine will serve as her personal maid. Allegiance: Aurora City Authority Theme: A Stranger I Remain Skills: Maria could be said to have a silver tongue, for she is very convincing and manipulative with her words, sprouting seeds of doubt and despair in any heart she can pierce with her angelic voice. She also has a profound knowledge of politics and tactics, and specializes in psychological warfare. Weapons: Maria keeps a small dagger under her dress as a paranoid measure, though due to her status as a Magical Girl, rarely uses it. Other: Maria loves sweet things such as cakes and cookies, and spends a lot of her free time snacking on them. Magical Girl Appearance: Maria keeps her eye-design and creepy demeanour while as a Magical Girl. Her costume also has more shades of dark-green and black. Wish: "I wish to move Klaus away from his fate." Weapons: A scythe with an intricate, flowery design going from the hilt all the way to the blade's end. Can be manipulated to change the position of the blade, making for a surprisingly adaptive weapon despite its unwieldiness. Powers: Telekinesis. Maria may use her magic to control the movement of any object or person in her line of sight, including herself. For example, she can fly through the air, throw and draw distant targets and even freeze people in place. However, she needs to have one of her hands unoccupied and spread open for her to cast the magic from her palm and her fingers for multitasking and subtle movements, making her unable to use this power if her hands are unusable or occupied. Breaking her focus also results in the spell's canceling. She may also perform a Force Choke-like spell on normal humans which Magical Girls are immune to.</s> <\|message\|>Chloe Hartmann Chloe took the items from the serving girl, listening to Maria's explanation, and seeming to completely ignore Eponine's outburst. In truth, she was now more interested in the mental state of the uptight girl than the political proceedings happening in front of her, but it wasn't the right time to shift topics. It seems like her terms had been accepted after all. It was a bit of a relief that she was even still alive. Maria wasn't happy. Eponine wasn't happy. Chloe was on the fence, as usual. She'd fight against Alexandra and her law enforcement. She'd give this info to Oscar back at the safehouse. As much as it made Chloe happy to knock down buildings by herself, there was too much work to do. Work better suited to humans and their bombs. "Cooperation really is something, huh?" Chloe remarked casually, as though she was coming across some kind of revelation. Ever terrible at reading a room, she was back to her usual casual demeanor. "My name... your knight's got the priveledge of that info already... but it's Chloe. Chloe Hartmann." She scratched her head lightly with a huge steel finger. "Dunno if maybe you're overstating my accomplishments there, but whatever floats your boat. Good to be working with you. I look forward to the day you try to bump me off. Might just be the best day of my life, heh." Just a little gallows humor as she stood staring past such a dangerous situation. "I hope we can get along until then. Though I guess maybe that's just in the definition."</s> <\|message\|>Maria Goethe There was a moment where Maria was starting to lose her cool and turn uneasy, feeling like she has lost control of the situation. However, the moment Eponine defended her Maria once again felt relaxed and reassured. She definitely needed to consult the recent turn of events with her once the rogue left, not only to secure her loyalty, but also to clear her own feelings on the matter. Though she had planned for this to happen, having it actually happen is a completely different thing, and something she also needed to cope with. Feeling like the situation was in her grasp again, Maria returned back to her cheery self, like her previous episode was just a dream. For a moment, she thought of rewarding Chloe with a chance to leave the city once she has become queen, but knew that it would be pointless, and there was nothing she could do to avert their eventual confrontation. She smiled. "Chloe Hartmann...let's do our best together." She then turned around on her wheelchair, not wanting to see her face for a moment longer. "You may now leave," she said, and made a call to confirm that order to the guards at the gate outside.</s> <\|message\|>Chloe Hartmann Chloe nodded. Their business was finally concluded. She didn't say another word, smart enough to realize that was probably the best course of action in the tense room. Her self-defense instinct told her than any wasted words might chip away at her life. Instead, she turned and left the room, leaving the other two magi alone to discuss what would surely be some sort of plot. But that, as she had told Maria, was not any of Chloe's business. She knew these political types enough to know they were never trustworthy, but Chloe herself was just as bad, if not worse. Chloe had never met a predictable magical girl. The guards at the gate had been told of her arrival, and she waved jovially to a few who were standing stiff, their fingers on the triggers of their guns. Now free and uncaring as she was of being followed, she reverted back to human form and grasped her soul gem tightly in her hands. She would need a grief seed, and soon. But for now, she had a delivery to make. Knocking on the door of the safehouse she had so recently left, she forced her way in the door after giving all the proper safe words and planted the items she had received on the table. "Brought you a gift, to solidify a new friendship. Up for a little sabotage?"</s> <\|message\|>Alexandra Hertz Kyubey didn't react as Yume calmed down from her anger, his purpose essentially accomplished by that. While he was busy, as were his brethren, the means and methods were still in place to harvest despair from this world. The Incubators shepherded along magical girls to their inevitable fate and they became Witches, as they had for so long. One might wonder why Yume had no inquired as to the exact reason for her friends fall to despair, but Kyubey would not complain. It is no problem, he replied calmly from where he was. I had nothing immediately pressing to deal with. Thus consoled, he would wander off as she turned to address the man watching her, vanishing back into the shadows from which he had come from. --- Oscar looked back up as Chloe returned, surprise evident on his face as she entered the safehouse. "Welcome back. I'll be honest, I didn't think you'd come back, much less in one piece." He'd known that there hadn't been a fight, since a full on battle between magical girls would have been a relatively hard thing to miss if not in the confines of a Witches Barrier, but there was no way for him to know of the deal she had struck. As far as he was concerned, she was either very lucky, or very crazy. Or both. He picked up the flash drive after giving the cell phone a look, examining it for a moment before moving over to a nearby laptop. "I'm just not going to ask where you got this," he said without looking back as he booted the thing up. If it was a trap, they would not be caught unawares and ratted out. But as Chloe knew, it was not a trap, which would be the better for them all. That would become apparent as he opened the first file and practically froze, simply stuck reading what was there before him. "Okay then, if this is legitimate then I'm definitely not going to ask where you got it from. But my apologies for doubting you. This is going to be very helpful. If it was legitimate. But only time would tell that.</s> <\|message\|>Eponine Hassane After Chloe left, those words burned inside Eponine's mind. Eponine would have let Chloe go if she had simply given her name, but if Chloe had told Maria to ask Eponine for it, Eponine would have punished her for her insolence. Chloe had instead skirted between the two options, fulfilling the option of introducing herself, while simultaneously demonstrating extreme rudeness. Eponine couldn't let it go, but by her own logic, had to. Her grip tightened on her hammer, but once Chloe was far enough away, Epoinine released her pent up rage and threw her hammer. It swung around vertically several times as it traveled across the hall, its head smashing into the wall next to the door Chloe had left by, causing the room to shake slightly. The head of the hammer was embedded into the stone wall, its handle sticking out at an odd angle amid the cloud of powdered stone. Eponine took deep, slow breaths as she disabled her magical girl form, transforming back into her original clothes and causing the hammer to disintegrate. With the hammer no longer taking up space, a few bricks fell out, crumbling to the floor. Eponine turned back to Maria and knelt. "I apologize for the property damage I have caused. Please allow me to atone for this transgression by letting me pay for the repairs, and to receive any additional punishment you deem necessary." Eponine looked up at Maria, blood trickling down from the corners of her mouth.</s> <\|message\|>Violetta FitzCarraldo. (Veee oh-let-ter, not Vayyy-oh-let-ter. She gets annoyed if you mispronounce it.) Mistake, please ignore.</s> <\|message\|>Maria Goethe While Maria did expect some kind of reactionary action or word from Eponine once the rogue left, she didn't expect that. She must have also kept a pent up anger inside her during the entire duration of the meeting, which was understandable given her newly-met acquaintance. While in a normal situation she would have scolded her of acting so violently inside the house and demanded she would go hunt some witch seeds or otherwise recompense, there was a more pressing subject at hand. Besides, she was also close to throwing her tea cup at the wall at some parts of the conversation. Did she bite her tongue? She is not as devoid of emotion as I assumed of her, then. "I will be lenient this time and forgive you for your act of transgression," Maria said. At this point, she didn't mind if the entire mansion crumbled, since she would be moving up into a much better building soon. "But there is something that troubles you. Could it be related to the discussion I had with the rogue? You seemed uncomfortable during it."</s> <\|message\|>Eponine Hassane "Your clemency is more than I deserve," Eponine replied. When Maria asked what was troubling her, Eponine looked away for a bit, then looked back, "My lady spoke of rebelling against the queen and conspiring with Shadow Compact. With all due respect, that is an act of treason. Ever since you took me on as your knight, I have served you and Aurora with utmost loyalty to preserve our fragile peace and the rule of law. Given your position ad rule, I never suspected you would harbor such thoughts. I am...conflicted. To you I owe much, but how much of what I owe you do I also owe to Aurora and the order it symbolizes?"</s>	<\|message\|>Maria Goethe Maria's voice turned pleasing and comforting as she spoke. "Oh Eponine, I understand how you feel," she said, and with her magic, slowly rose into the the air from her wheelchair. She floated slowly towards Eponine and then around her like an angel without wings. " But I must take this drastic measure to preserve peace in Aurora. Alexandra is too vacuous to rule her. She simply twiddles her thumbs and acts like a figurehead while the neighboring cities and nations gain in warriors and land, ultimately bringing war and suffering to Aurora and its people too. Were I to become queen, I would bring order to Aurora and all of those lands, until the entire world is in eternal peace and rest. She now stopped and caressed her cheek as she floated before her. "Don't you remember the dream we had, my dear Eponine?" She then whispered into her ear: "A world of absolute order. We can achieve that, you need only to believe in me and we will have it, together."</s>
<\|description\|>Maria Goethe Age: 15 Gender: Female Appearance: Maria uses a wheelchair to feign the appearance of a paraplegic. She uses her magic to move the wheelchair around. Personality: Maria casts an outward appearance of a cheery, kind girl, always smiling while talking in a bubbly voice. However, beneath this social mask lies a mind broken by years of abuse into a dark and ruthless girl, her empathy withered away and her trust in other people hard to come by, devolving into paranoia when she is stressed. She has a fear of inferiority, and combats this by being driven by her lust for power, her ambition being her escape from the creeping despair that silently clutches her heart. While she keeps a sociable appearance about herself, in truth she doesn't have a lot of friends, and keeps her relationships with other people strictly as business. However, she has started to grow fond of her maid Fantine, and won't tolerate any cases of her mistreatment. Bio: Maria was thrown into an orphanage before she could even remember the faces of her parents, who died shortly after her birth. She was brutally beaten and abused at a regular pace by the personnel there. However, before she was driven to an abyss of despair, she met a boy by the name of Klaus there, who promised to protect her and get them out of the orphanage. In time, she developed feelings for the boy. One night they attempted an escape, but were about to be caught when Maria met an Incubator. Seeing that Klaus was caught, she made her wish and the two of them escaped successfully. Later, Klaus was caught by an anti-MG mob and tortured to death due to his connections to Magical Girls after following Maria. Maria found out about this, and became determined to rule the world and take revenge on the people who took Klaus away from him, by any means possible. Over the following years, Maria managed to worm her way to the position of a lieutenant in the Aurora City Authority through her persuasion skills, guile and political maneuvers, even resorting to underhanded tactics such as backstabbing and using torture to squeeze valuable secrets out of any hapless victim she managed to capture alive. Of course, she doesn't plan on stopping there, either... Her domain includes the territory of a magical girl named Eponine, who has requested her home to be placed under Maria's, and by extension, Aurora's protection and rule and that her sister is given a place of refuge in Maria's HQ. In return, Maria demanded Eponine to swear fealty to her, and that Fantine will serve as her personal maid. Allegiance: Aurora City Authority Theme: A Stranger I Remain Skills: Maria could be said to have a silver tongue, for she is very convincing and manipulative with her words, sprouting seeds of doubt and despair in any heart she can pierce with her angelic voice. She also has a profound knowledge of politics and tactics, and specializes in psychological warfare. Weapons: Maria keeps a small dagger under her dress as a paranoid measure, though due to her status as a Magical Girl, rarely uses it. Other: Maria loves sweet things such as cakes and cookies, and spends a lot of her free time snacking on them. Magical Girl Appearance: Maria keeps her eye-design and creepy demeanour while as a Magical Girl. Her costume also has more shades of dark-green and black. Wish: "I wish to move Klaus away from his fate." Weapons: A scythe with an intricate, flowery design going from the hilt all the way to the blade's end. Can be manipulated to change the position of the blade, making for a surprisingly adaptive weapon despite its unwieldiness. Powers: Telekinesis. Maria may use her magic to control the movement of any object or person in her line of sight, including herself. For example, she can fly through the air, throw and draw distant targets and even freeze people in place. However, she needs to have one of her hands unoccupied and spread open for her to cast the magic from her palm and her fingers for multitasking and subtle movements, making her unable to use this power if her hands are unusable or occupied. Breaking her focus also results in the spell's canceling. She may also perform a Force Choke-like spell on normal humans which Magical Girls are immune to.</s> <\|message\|>Maria Goethe Maria smiled, and nodded in response to Eponine's gesture. She was glad to know Eponine was behind her cause, since she was one of her most important agents. However, there was something she wanted confirmed while she was making preparations. "Good. Now, your first task is heading to the industrial sector and assisting Violetta with her investigation on a magi lab, and bringing the culprits to justice. It's been a while since she has responded back to me, and I'm worried something has happened there. I'm not going to have the risk of the city blown up in some crazy experiment ignored and ruining our plans."</s> <\|message\|>Yume Fubuki Yume watched the Incubator leave, still thinking over what it had said to her. She was so distracted that when Chloe spoke, her skin jumped. Whipping around quickly, she saw the older girl standing there. "I'm not so worried about witches." she replied, slowly taking her hands out of her pockets and letting them hang at her sides. Trying to keep her tone light and casual, she said "Is there a problem? I'm not looking for a fight, you know." Normally she wouldn't be so cautious, but something about this girl seemed...off. "You have sharp senses." she noted. "Most people can't tell that I'm a magi."</s> <\|message\|>Chloe Hartmann Shoving her hands in her pockets, Chloe gazed up at the sky innocently. "Didn't say nothing like that, ma'am, though thanks for reaffirming my belief." She let her eyes return to the girl in front of her. "I'm not exactly in the mood for a throwdown myself, but there's just certain things you can't be too careful of, you know. In my case, I've gotta watch my own back. You with the city? Or are you one of those rogues I've heard so much about these days?" Chloe kept her face totally blank of expression for the time being. She wasn't really sure why she was egging this girl on before she even knew the girl's name. Perhaps she was just more stressed out than she was willing to admit. Either way, something in her brain, her programming, was compelling her to keep speaking instead of just moving on like she would any other day.</s> <\|message\|>Yume Fubuki Yume frowned. How could she have made an assumption like that? Things like this always seemed to happen when she was trying to stay out of trouble. "I don't know how to respond to your question. Just being careful, as you said." She spoke mostly without emotion, but a hint of humor seemed to creep its way in nevertheless. "Do you have a name, or is that classified?" As much as this other girl seemed untrustworthy, Yume still was a bit curious about her.</s> <\|message\|>Alexandra Hertz book of bad juju@TrixyTrix The Grief Seed, so recently harvested, drew in the despair that it was being fed like a sponge, the jewel growing progressively blacker as it accumulated. Such a tactic was extremely reckless and dangerous, since the outcome of a Grief Seed was something every Magical Girl was familiar with. And with how it was being fed by the flow of despair from Violetta, who knew how powerful it might end up? Though Violetta tried to divorce herself of the object before it could go further, it was too late. The Grief Seed twinkled, it's flight arrested in midair as the air itself rippled and flexed, before a wave of darkness rushed out, engulfing both magical girls and the immediate area, twisting and shaping reality. When it faded, they would find themselves in a winter wonderland. In the distance chimney stacks jutted into the sky, puffing out clouds that turned into falling snow. Closer to home, trees of glass and ice made a forest, cut by interspersed paths that disoriented and made maneuvering difficult with the inversion of 'up' and 'down. As it stood now, the fight had been put on hold in favor of locating each other, if either magical girl was willing to do that. No familiars appeared yet, the Witch still apparently in the process of generating them, but it would not be long. And if they stayed transformed, it would not be long until the familiars tracked them down. But given the situation, that might be a risk worth taking. One could never say for sure, in the uncertainty of a Witches Labrynth</s> <\|message\|>Chloe Hartmann Chloe frowned. "Rude to respond to a question with a question, girl. That's just bad play." She had to think about how to respond to this turn of events, or whether she wanted to respond at all. "...No, not classified. It just doesn't mean anything. Name's Chloe, if you must know." This girl seemed reticent, though given Chloe's all-too-sudden approach from the darkness, she supposed it was probably natural. "If you're not with Aurora, it's dangerous to be out at night because it's easier to start a fight. The agents here'll kill ya. But if you are, well, I suppose I'm the one who's potentially getting killed tonight, aren't I? That's dangerous for me. So you and me meeing, see, that's either a super bad omen, or else," Chloe leaned a little closer, though she was standing pretty far away in the first place, "maybe it's 'destiny.'" Chloe grinned, all teeth like a hungry shark. Something about the way this person had responded had set off her mischief sensor, and what had potentially been an average nightly encounter had turned into an opportunity for play. And like a puppy, even when she was exhausted, Chloe could always make time to play with toys.</s> <\|message\|>Eponine Hassane "Understood, Lady Maria," Eponine said. Though her emotionless expression had returned, conviction could be seen in her eyes. She saluted Maria and left the hall. Fantine, meanwhile had struggled at trying to stand at attention, while watching Eponine lose her temper and composure. Fantine had wanted to run over and comfort her sister, but she didn't know if anything she could have done would have helped. Since Eponine became a magical girl, she had grown extremely distant. Fantine knew Eponine still cared for her, but Eponine bore all the burden, while Fantine felt powerless. Fantine couldn't care less whether Eponine served Aurora or Maria, Fantine merely wished to support her sister whatever her choice was, but she found no way to support her except smiling and pretending everything was fine, pretend she didn't see what being a magical girl had done to Eponine. Fantine steeled herself and made sure she wasn't crying, but took a few quick glances at Maria, wondering if their lady actually cared about them as she professed or if she was just playing her game of thrones. --- A while later, Eponine arrived at the industrial sector where Violetta was supposed to be. As she neared, she sensed the presence of a witch's barrier. She took out her soul gem and followed its directions leading her past an abandoned lab with a giant boulder and fresh scorch marks; signs of Violetta's presence. As she wandered around, the space around her began to warp, meaning that she was either getting closer, the barrier was expanding, or both. Soon she was struck by what could only be described a snow-blindness as she entered the barrier. While her eyes adjusted to the sudden brightness, she didn't blink, which would have been the normal reflex action to have were it not for the fact that Eponine's sense of pain was severely dulled. Eponine figured Violetta was probably in the barrier as well, which would explain her lack of updates. Eponine transformed, and pulled out a hammer. Eponine wondered how she was going to find Violetta in this muffled, snowy mess.</s> <\|message\|>Maria Goethe Maria took a deep breath and started to laugh. She wanted to release the tension she had from the negotiation she had done with both new and old allies, and how she has irrevocably chosen her destiny, for good and bad. For a moment she felt like she was elevated to a point above human consciousness, and could see the many futures that awaited. She quickly stopped, and turned towards Fantine. "Fantine, you may not have realized this, but I am in quite an enjoyable mood today. Would you like to try and guess why that is?" She enjoyed hearing others share the deeds she has done, and the feats she may accomplish, such was her hubris at moments like this.</s> <\|message\|>Fantine Hassane Fantine was a bit taken aback by Maria's question. Recruiting (sort of) Chloe was something Maria probably could be proud of, but Fantine didn't see that keeping Eponine's loyalty was something Maria should gloat about. If anything, Maria should be showing relief at having kept Eponine's loyalty, and maybe even a little shaken that she had risked losing it in the first place, but the way Maria asked this question implied that she felt neither. Of course, Fantine chose to indulge Maria's question, "If I were to guess, I think you're happy because you managed to make that other magical girl join you." Fantine chose to leave Eponine out of her response. She hadn't seen her sister so emotional for a long time, and didn't like how it seemed that Maria was taking such a powerful and shaking moment for Eponine and chalking it up as another 'achievement'. Though perhaps Fantine was misreading Maria's demeanor; Maria's response may reveal something else.</s>	<\|message\|>Maria Goethe "Yes, that is correct. Truth be told, I was worried there for a minute, since there were factors into the rogue even I could not foresee. But that is in the past, and I'd rather look forwards to the future." She paused for a bit, and then leaned on the arms of her wheelchair with her elbows, her fingers clasped under her chin. Her eyes looked misty. "I'm also happy your sister understood me, despite having kept this from her. She is one of the few people I would never want to turn against me; what remains of my heart would be broken even further."</s>
<\|description\|>Maria Goethe Age: 15 Gender: Female Appearance: Maria uses a wheelchair to feign the appearance of a paraplegic. She uses her magic to move the wheelchair around. Personality: Maria casts an outward appearance of a cheery, kind girl, always smiling while talking in a bubbly voice. However, beneath this social mask lies a mind broken by years of abuse into a dark and ruthless girl, her empathy withered away and her trust in other people hard to come by, devolving into paranoia when she is stressed. She has a fear of inferiority, and combats this by being driven by her lust for power, her ambition being her escape from the creeping despair that silently clutches her heart. While she keeps a sociable appearance about herself, in truth she doesn't have a lot of friends, and keeps her relationships with other people strictly as business. However, she has started to grow fond of her maid Fantine, and won't tolerate any cases of her mistreatment. Bio: Maria was thrown into an orphanage before she could even remember the faces of her parents, who died shortly after her birth. She was brutally beaten and abused at a regular pace by the personnel there. However, before she was driven to an abyss of despair, she met a boy by the name of Klaus there, who promised to protect her and get them out of the orphanage. In time, she developed feelings for the boy. One night they attempted an escape, but were about to be caught when Maria met an Incubator. Seeing that Klaus was caught, she made her wish and the two of them escaped successfully. Later, Klaus was caught by an anti-MG mob and tortured to death due to his connections to Magical Girls after following Maria. Maria found out about this, and became determined to rule the world and take revenge on the people who took Klaus away from him, by any means possible. Over the following years, Maria managed to worm her way to the position of a lieutenant in the Aurora City Authority through her persuasion skills, guile and political maneuvers, even resorting to underhanded tactics such as backstabbing and using torture to squeeze valuable secrets out of any hapless victim she managed to capture alive. Of course, she doesn't plan on stopping there, either... Her domain includes the territory of a magical girl named Eponine, who has requested her home to be placed under Maria's, and by extension, Aurora's protection and rule and that her sister is given a place of refuge in Maria's HQ. In return, Maria demanded Eponine to swear fealty to her, and that Fantine will serve as her personal maid. Allegiance: Aurora City Authority Theme: A Stranger I Remain Skills: Maria could be said to have a silver tongue, for she is very convincing and manipulative with her words, sprouting seeds of doubt and despair in any heart she can pierce with her angelic voice. She also has a profound knowledge of politics and tactics, and specializes in psychological warfare. Weapons: Maria keeps a small dagger under her dress as a paranoid measure, though due to her status as a Magical Girl, rarely uses it. Other: Maria loves sweet things such as cakes and cookies, and spends a lot of her free time snacking on them. Magical Girl Appearance: Maria keeps her eye-design and creepy demeanour while as a Magical Girl. Her costume also has more shades of dark-green and black. Wish: "I wish to move Klaus away from his fate." Weapons: A scythe with an intricate, flowery design going from the hilt all the way to the blade's end. Can be manipulated to change the position of the blade, making for a surprisingly adaptive weapon despite its unwieldiness. Powers: Telekinesis. Maria may use her magic to control the movement of any object or person in her line of sight, including herself. For example, she can fly through the air, throw and draw distant targets and even freeze people in place. However, she needs to have one of her hands unoccupied and spread open for her to cast the magic from her palm and her fingers for multitasking and subtle movements, making her unable to use this power if her hands are unusable or occupied. Breaking her focus also results in the spell's canceling. She may also perform a Force Choke-like spell on normal humans which Magical Girls are immune to.</s> <\|message\|>Maria Goethe Maria took a deep breath and started to laugh. She wanted to release the tension she had from the negotiation she had done with both new and old allies, and how she has irrevocably chosen her destiny, for good and bad. For a moment she felt like she was elevated to a point above human consciousness, and could see the many futures that awaited. She quickly stopped, and turned towards Fantine. "Fantine, you may not have realized this, but I am in quite an enjoyable mood today. Would you like to try and guess why that is?" She enjoyed hearing others share the deeds she has done, and the feats she may accomplish, such was her hubris at moments like this.</s> <\|message\|>Fantine Hassane Fantine was a bit taken aback by Maria's question. Recruiting (sort of) Chloe was something Maria probably could be proud of, but Fantine didn't see that keeping Eponine's loyalty was something Maria should gloat about. If anything, Maria should be showing relief at having kept Eponine's loyalty, and maybe even a little shaken that she had risked losing it in the first place, but the way Maria asked this question implied that she felt neither. Of course, Fantine chose to indulge Maria's question, "If I were to guess, I think you're happy because you managed to make that other magical girl join you." Fantine chose to leave Eponine out of her response. She hadn't seen her sister so emotional for a long time, and didn't like how it seemed that Maria was taking such a powerful and shaking moment for Eponine and chalking it up as another 'achievement'. Though perhaps Fantine was misreading Maria's demeanor; Maria's response may reveal something else.</s> <\|message\|>Maria Goethe "Yes, that is correct. Truth be told, I was worried there for a minute, since there were factors into the rogue even I could not foresee. But that is in the past, and I'd rather look forwards to the future." She paused for a bit, and then leaned on the arms of her wheelchair with her elbows, her fingers clasped under her chin. Her eyes looked misty. "I'm also happy your sister understood me, despite having kept this from her. She is one of the few people I would never want to turn against me; what remains of my heart would be broken even further."</s> <\|message\|>Alexandra Hertz Algorithm The Witches Barrier stretched out before her, a snowy wonderland with glittering, icy trees that lined the sides of snow covered paths. Behind the winter wonderland one could see the hint of industry, the smokestacks on the horizon pumping out snow, and the bricks that popped up occasionally. A Barrier was the mix of a Witches nature, as well as the location it was in, and that was easy to determine now. But at this point it probably didn't matter to Eponine. At this point there were no Familiars, though doubtlessly she would find them further inside. They were naturally less prevalent towards the edges, especially if it was a newly formed Witch. She would have more of a problem with the environment itself, patches of ice beneath the snow, the light hiding steep drops and dead ends. Even her sense of direction would be affected, the land itself shifting around her, a winter wonderland thrown into mind boggling maze that she would have to traverse to the center of the barrier, or to wherever Violetta might be. And it wasn't as if the other girl was helping in that regard. She'd just have to do the best she could before things got worse in here.</s> <\|message\|>Eponine Hassane Because Maria showed weakness by saying that her heart would break if Eponine turned against her, Fantine reassessed how she viewed Maria. "I'm sure that in the beginning, Eponine served you only so she could protect me. I think I can say with confidence that that is no longer the case. Despite the walls she puts up around her, Eponine cares for you too. The two of us will never leave your side." --- If Violetta was in here as Eponine surmised, then the best way to find her was to head for the center. Eponine looked down as a slight jab of terror flashed through her. She had no idea what would happen if she lost her footing and fell into the sky, but just thinking about it made it difficult just to keep balance. Heights were not Eponine's strong point; her preferred method of fighting was being completely grounded and using her stability to her advantage. She was also not so good when it came to mobility, jumping from upside-down tree branch to upside-down tree branch would be a difficult chore requiring more magic than most other magical girls needed to use for such a feat. Eponine started dashing forward, taking careful jumps, trying not to be too wasteful of her magic, though she slipped a few times and used a bit of magic to give herself the little boost she needed to make it to the next branch. Eponine hoped she could make it to the buildings where she could at least stand on the ceiling before being assaulted by familiars.</s> <\|message\|>Maria Goethe Maria levitated a cup to her hand. "Thank you. It has been a long time since I've heard those words. They remind me of him..." Maria lapsed into a memory. It was a time when she was wandering the streets with Klaus. Despite having turned into one of the magi, the hated empresses of this world, he was still there, by her side. He wanted to protect her from all the violence and death that would inevitably follow the life of one touched by the Incubators. But I was wrong. I was the one who should have been protecting him. She remembered the day she found him, mangled and broken, his limbs twisted and blood flowing from his mouth like a stream. The horrors she faced at the orphanage were nothing compared to the suffering she felt at that exact moment, the moment where she realized there was no innocence left in the world, no hope for any happiness as long as people were free to do evil. She decided she would be above it all, above the pain, above the grief. Before she realized it, Maria crushed the cup in her hand, causing bloody shards to drop down on the floor. She now looked at her crimson palm pierced by ceramic barbs, her eyes quivering, not out of physical pain, but the pain her memories brought her. The hand was slowly regenerating due to her magical curse, but the shards stayed stuck to her hand, like they were naturally jutting out in a gross fashion out of her flesh. "Fantine, do you see what this is?" She showed her bloody hand to her. She wanted her to see what it was like to be cursed with magic, to understand that it was not pure magic, but corruption that flowed through their veins.</s> <\|message\|>Eponine Hassane "I understand, Lady Maria," Fantine said, while looking at Maria's bloody hand. "Eponine has also warned me against contracting, though sometimes I wish I could share your burdens. But that would only make Eponine worry even more." --- While Eponine was jumping branch to branch, one icy branch broke under her weight. As she fell, she hooked one end of her hammer onto a branch to catch herself, fortunately, though the branch strained, it did not break. Eponine watched as the branch that had broken continued to crash downwards into the infinite sky, as the terror of falling forever seized her. She shakily puled herself back up, using a bit of magic to compensate for upper body strength that she did not have. Once secure on the branch, she took a few breaths to steady herself. In this slow, dangerous manner, Eponine finally made it to one of the factories that spewed out endless streams of smoke that turned into snow that fell upwards. The branch she was on was close enough to a window of the factory, so she threw a hammer through it, creating a loud noise as glass shattered into the factory. Without thinking, she threw herself through the open window, glad to finally have something stable to stand on, though her jump was less than spot on, as her arm slid against a broken shard of window pane, and the ceiling of the factory was a lot further from the window than she thought. She plummeted down and landed hard on the ceiling. Things in her body felt horribly wrong, slight pain mixed with the memory of more intense pain she could no longer feel stabbed through her as she got back to her feet, shambling forward for a few moments like a zombie until she fell back to the ground. Even though her magic was defensive and even though she could not feel pain, it didn't mean that she didn't sustain damage normally, nor did it mean that she healed any faster than other magical girls. She lay there for a while contemplating her stupidity, as she healed. However now that she was closer to the center, there was a pretty high likelihood that she would be running into familiars, or even the witch itself fairly soon. She hoped her bones had knit by then.</s>	<\|message\|>Maria Goethe "And for a good reason," Maria said as she used her magic to rip the shards off and reopened her wounds, causing a bit of blood to sprinkle on the two of them. Maria didn't flinch, and continued without hesitation: "The path of a magical girl is filled with nothing but despair. Only those with a strong will last for long once changed by the Incubators, and even then they would have to survive the numerous witches and other magi that they will inevitably meet in battle. But here you are safe, free from the fires of war. The moment you contract you will lose that freedom forever. Remember that," Maria said, before she left the dining hall and went to clean herself up.</s>
<\|description\|>Maria Goethe Age: 15 Gender: Female Appearance: Maria uses a wheelchair to feign the appearance of a paraplegic. She uses her magic to move the wheelchair around. Personality: Maria casts an outward appearance of a cheery, kind girl, always smiling while talking in a bubbly voice. However, beneath this social mask lies a mind broken by years of abuse into a dark and ruthless girl, her empathy withered away and her trust in other people hard to come by, devolving into paranoia when she is stressed. She has a fear of inferiority, and combats this by being driven by her lust for power, her ambition being her escape from the creeping despair that silently clutches her heart. While she keeps a sociable appearance about herself, in truth she doesn't have a lot of friends, and keeps her relationships with other people strictly as business. However, she has started to grow fond of her maid Fantine, and won't tolerate any cases of her mistreatment. Bio: Maria was thrown into an orphanage before she could even remember the faces of her parents, who died shortly after her birth. She was brutally beaten and abused at a regular pace by the personnel there. However, before she was driven to an abyss of despair, she met a boy by the name of Klaus there, who promised to protect her and get them out of the orphanage. In time, she developed feelings for the boy. One night they attempted an escape, but were about to be caught when Maria met an Incubator. Seeing that Klaus was caught, she made her wish and the two of them escaped successfully. Later, Klaus was caught by an anti-MG mob and tortured to death due to his connections to Magical Girls after following Maria. Maria found out about this, and became determined to rule the world and take revenge on the people who took Klaus away from him, by any means possible. Over the following years, Maria managed to worm her way to the position of a lieutenant in the Aurora City Authority through her persuasion skills, guile and political maneuvers, even resorting to underhanded tactics such as backstabbing and using torture to squeeze valuable secrets out of any hapless victim she managed to capture alive. Of course, she doesn't plan on stopping there, either... Her domain includes the territory of a magical girl named Eponine, who has requested her home to be placed under Maria's, and by extension, Aurora's protection and rule and that her sister is given a place of refuge in Maria's HQ. In return, Maria demanded Eponine to swear fealty to her, and that Fantine will serve as her personal maid. Allegiance: Aurora City Authority Theme: A Stranger I Remain Skills: Maria could be said to have a silver tongue, for she is very convincing and manipulative with her words, sprouting seeds of doubt and despair in any heart she can pierce with her angelic voice. She also has a profound knowledge of politics and tactics, and specializes in psychological warfare. Weapons: Maria keeps a small dagger under her dress as a paranoid measure, though due to her status as a Magical Girl, rarely uses it. Other: Maria loves sweet things such as cakes and cookies, and spends a lot of her free time snacking on them. Magical Girl Appearance: Maria keeps her eye-design and creepy demeanour while as a Magical Girl. Her costume also has more shades of dark-green and black. Wish: "I wish to move Klaus away from his fate." Weapons: A scythe with an intricate, flowery design going from the hilt all the way to the blade's end. Can be manipulated to change the position of the blade, making for a surprisingly adaptive weapon despite its unwieldiness. Powers: Telekinesis. Maria may use her magic to control the movement of any object or person in her line of sight, including herself. For example, she can fly through the air, throw and draw distant targets and even freeze people in place. However, she needs to have one of her hands unoccupied and spread open for her to cast the magic from her palm and her fingers for multitasking and subtle movements, making her unable to use this power if her hands are unusable or occupied. Breaking her focus also results in the spell's canceling. She may also perform a Force Choke-like spell on normal humans which Magical Girls are immune to.</s> <\|message\|>Alexandra Hertz Algorithm@The book of bad juju The inside of the factory became a maelstrom of fire and combat as Violetta cut lose with her flamethrower, sending gouts of fire about. With her and Eponine working together, ostensibly even though there was no sign of it, these familiars didn't stand a chance. All they had going for them was their numbers, and that didn't mean much in the fact of what was being thrown at them. Soon enough the Familiars had been burned out or destroyed, leaving the two in the on fire factory. The sound of creaking metal could be heard as fire licked at it. Even with the foes gone, they didn't seem to be out of danger just yet. And if they wanted to get out, or to find the Witch, they would have no choice but to move on from this factory and back into the dazzlingly twisted, snowy labyrinth. --- Time passed by relatively undisturbed for Maria once she had finished her meeting with Chloe, having come a step closer to furthering her plans for eventual rule. If there was a conflict or fight she would hear of it, and in the meanwhile she would be merely forced to wait for some news from Eponine, if her subordinate was in a position where she could give it. For now though, the time of the month that she most likely hated rolled around. Specifically, that point where she would have to make the trek to the center of the city and Alexandra's base of operations, to pay tax from the Grief Seeds she had collected from her territory to her ruler. Much as she might despise it, it was a duty she had to fulfill. And she would have to get a move on soon if she wanted to make it in a timely fashion. Being late could be taken as an insult, which would not do well for her if she was trying to keep her head down until the time for her coup came. But in the end that was her decision.</s> <\|message\|>Maria Goethe Water splashed in a sizable tub as Maria was taking a relaxing foam bath. She was thinking about what she spoke with Fantine, and made bubbles. She realized she went a bit overboard with showcasing her powers since she made quite a mess of herself, but she assured herself it was good for keeping discipline. Fantine has been a while in the household, but she hasn't really seen the extent of her magical powers until now. She lifted her leg, and sighed. After she was done, Maria had her clothing fly out of the drawers and cupboards, and dressed herself in a fashion reminiscent of a transformation sequence, her dress and socks flying into place without a moment's reprieve. She went to the basement, and beyond the grotesque "Playroom" and jail cells was a sturdy door. Maria placed her hand on a scanner, typed in the password, and the door opened to reveal a storage room containing rows of crates. A black sun was marked on the sides of the crates. We've fallen back a bit on the quota, so that makes only 3 or so possible deliveries before I've run out. But it won't matter in the long run, of course. I have just enough to make my dreams reality. With a flick of her fingers, many rows of crates started to float, led on by her finger as she rolled out of the basement and outside, where pick-up trucks were waiting along with their drivers and the guards, who saluted in sync once they spotted her coming. She placed the crates inside the vehicles, and had herself and her wheelchair moved into the green van at the front, which was accessorized and rich-looking. "To Alexandra's tower," She commanded the driver.</s> <\|message\|>Violetta FitzCarraldo. (Veee oh-let-ter, not Vayyy-oh-let-ter. She gets annoyed if you mispronounce it.) She bounced and bounced and bounced for a while before she noticed the area was considerably less bunny-infested then it had been. She stopped, which is quite hard to do when jumping from wall to wall while cackling and spewing flame everywhere. She ended up pointing the flame machine in front of her and using the recoil to slow her down, even if it meant getting her twintails singed. She glanced around, pointedly, trying to not let the hellhound get behind her. She trusted her amount as much as she could throw her hammer, even if nominally they had the same employer. Oh yeah, that reminded her. She pulled out her soul gem from it's hiding location and glanced at it, before putting it back somewhere undisclosed, where it wouldn't be sniped at. No real drain. She'd still have enough to kill a witch even if the Valkyrie's did arrive on time. There was only one enemy left, in her hamster ball. She waved at the transluscent shimmering shield, and spoke up. "You finished in there, Hellhound? Some of us have a witch to kill."</s> <\|message\|>Eponine Hassane Eponine looked around the factory, noticing that they had cleared it of familiars. She was somewhat disappointed to see that the witch was nowhere in sight. She had assumed the factory was the center of the labyrinth and that they would find the witch here. She really didn't want to have to fight in the inverted forest. Eponine looked up at Violetta. She wanted to chide the girl for not assuming formation with her, but decided to just stay quiet. "Coming," Eponine replied to Violetta, though instead of jumping up to a window to leave, Eponine merely took out her frustration on the wall of the factory, hammering open a crumbling hole through which to leave the factory, and reenter the forest of inverted ice trees.</s> <\|message\|>Violetta FitzCarraldo. (Veee oh-let-ter, not Vayyy-oh-let-ter. She gets annoyed if you mispronounce it.) Violetta lept, and took purchase on the upside down windowsill. The vast and slightly shimmery landscape of the forest was all she could see for miles around this building, and for some reason that made her nervous. How big could a witch's labyrinth get? And what would happen when she reached the other end, would she get spat out into the real world? Or would she just bump head first into an invisible wall mid-jump and plummet to her death? She glanced down, and tightened her grip on the window. A view like that could give an albatross vertigo. Maybe the witch was down there, conveniently placing itself just where a normal human would fall and a magical girl would stay up. But nah, Michelle hadn't been that smart in life. Was she? Violetta lept from trunk to trunk, more out of boredom then anything. It'd be so easy to just nudge a bunny around here and send it plummeting to their death or whatever familliars had instead. She, Violetta would just have to wander around till she found the witch,. Maybe she could antagonize the other two girls if they ended meeting each other again. That would be fun. It was always a source of personal annoyance that the only real power that was capable of fighting the Authority to any significant degree skulked around in the shadows rather then fight. It seemed such an inefficient way of going about things. Violetta dreamed at night of ranks and files. Of sorties and rooftop-to-rooftop duels and carpet bombings of grief seeds ready to blow. People could get behind a good war. It gave people something to do, and something to die for. Nobody makes mortal sacrifices in peacetime. It happens twice a day in a good fight. She stepped on an upside down branch and pressed on.</s> <\|message\|>Eponine Hassane Eponine followed Violetta out into the trees, and once again, went from branch to branch very slowly due to her difficulty with acrobatics. Eponine thought about how Violetta's weapon might be able to melt the trees here. It would be very powerful, but very dangerous: it would be a great tactical advantage to be able to destroy the enemy's environment, but she risked destroying her own in the process. Eponine wondered where this witch was, and where the other magical girl was.</s> <\|message\|>Alexandra Hertz Algorithm@The book of bad juju@TrixyTrix The factories were left behind once more as the two magical girls moved away from the factory and back into the mix of upside down trees. The previous domain had always been the backdrop of the scene, never the center of the labyrinth, so it would take more investigation for the two of them to find what they were looking for. And with the enmity between the two of them, it didn't help matters in the slightest. Still, it was relatively easy going beyond possibly falling into the sky. Familiars occasionally showed up, but those bunny Familiars were as easily brushed aside as they had been in the factory, making things easier for the two of them. Soon the path would change, the trees they jumped on rising into the sky and footing becoming all the more treacherous as a result. Branches met and tangled, providing paths that one could take, though one still had to be careful of the ice. And soon enough they would spot their destination, or at least a likely one for where the Witch could be; a ball of ice lattices hanging in the 'sky' waiting for them. It was likely that that was where the Witch could be found. --- "Yes ma'am," the driver replied with a nod. With Maria inside, the engine revved and the convoy set off through the city and towards Alexandra's dwelling. It drew plenty of attention along the way as the several vehicles drove along, which was unsurprising given the importance of the transport. All were aware that the trucks following were carrying the Grief Seeds that served as tribute, and none were stupid enough to risk earning the ire of both Alexandra and Maria by attacking it. The ride was otherwise quiet as they moved along, giving Maria time to think. There was the occasional checkpoint, but the sight of her was generally all that was needed to get them through. It was practically routine, her intentions notwithstanding. Soon Alexandra's tower approached, a beacon amidst smaller buildings that breached the skyline. If Maria's dwelling was a base, then the tower itself was practically a fortress, more than able to drive off an attack by terrorists or by a magical girl. A concentrated assault would do damage, but the odds of that sort of thing happening were slim at best. Still, guards would stiffen to attention as the trucks pulled to a stop, and Maria could exit as she wished in front of the tower. Time to get this show going.</s>	<\|message\|>Maria Goethe Maria rolled out of the van, and kept a hand over her brow as she looked up at the tower that was bathing in sunlight. She feasted her eyes on the magnificence of the building, the throne of power in Aurora. Though she has seen it many times, having made numerous trips not only due to tax deliveries but also occasional conferences, it was the first time she saw something completely new in the beauty of its architecture. Ahh, yes. Soon the winds of fate carry a new queen to the top of this bastion. Soon... She approached the tower guards with her usual happy self and made the routine decree: "By the order of Her Highness, Queen Alexandra, her humble servant Maria Goethe has come to pay tribute." Seeing that these guards were a new shift, she made a show of her magic, and had the crates float out of the trucks and slowly spin around in a circle far above her head.</s>
<\|description\|>Maria Goethe Age: 15 Gender: Female Appearance: Maria uses a wheelchair to feign the appearance of a paraplegic. She uses her magic to move the wheelchair around. Personality: Maria casts an outward appearance of a cheery, kind girl, always smiling while talking in a bubbly voice. However, beneath this social mask lies a mind broken by years of abuse into a dark and ruthless girl, her empathy withered away and her trust in other people hard to come by, devolving into paranoia when she is stressed. She has a fear of inferiority, and combats this by being driven by her lust for power, her ambition being her escape from the creeping despair that silently clutches her heart. While she keeps a sociable appearance about herself, in truth she doesn't have a lot of friends, and keeps her relationships with other people strictly as business. However, she has started to grow fond of her maid Fantine, and won't tolerate any cases of her mistreatment. Bio: Maria was thrown into an orphanage before she could even remember the faces of her parents, who died shortly after her birth. She was brutally beaten and abused at a regular pace by the personnel there. However, before she was driven to an abyss of despair, she met a boy by the name of Klaus there, who promised to protect her and get them out of the orphanage. In time, she developed feelings for the boy. One night they attempted an escape, but were about to be caught when Maria met an Incubator. Seeing that Klaus was caught, she made her wish and the two of them escaped successfully. Later, Klaus was caught by an anti-MG mob and tortured to death due to his connections to Magical Girls after following Maria. Maria found out about this, and became determined to rule the world and take revenge on the people who took Klaus away from him, by any means possible. Over the following years, Maria managed to worm her way to the position of a lieutenant in the Aurora City Authority through her persuasion skills, guile and political maneuvers, even resorting to underhanded tactics such as backstabbing and using torture to squeeze valuable secrets out of any hapless victim she managed to capture alive. Of course, she doesn't plan on stopping there, either... Her domain includes the territory of a magical girl named Eponine, who has requested her home to be placed under Maria's, and by extension, Aurora's protection and rule and that her sister is given a place of refuge in Maria's HQ. In return, Maria demanded Eponine to swear fealty to her, and that Fantine will serve as her personal maid. Allegiance: Aurora City Authority Theme: A Stranger I Remain Skills: Maria could be said to have a silver tongue, for she is very convincing and manipulative with her words, sprouting seeds of doubt and despair in any heart she can pierce with her angelic voice. She also has a profound knowledge of politics and tactics, and specializes in psychological warfare. Weapons: Maria keeps a small dagger under her dress as a paranoid measure, though due to her status as a Magical Girl, rarely uses it. Other: Maria loves sweet things such as cakes and cookies, and spends a lot of her free time snacking on them. Magical Girl Appearance: Maria keeps her eye-design and creepy demeanour while as a Magical Girl. Her costume also has more shades of dark-green and black. Wish: "I wish to move Klaus away from his fate." Weapons: A scythe with an intricate, flowery design going from the hilt all the way to the blade's end. Can be manipulated to change the position of the blade, making for a surprisingly adaptive weapon despite its unwieldiness. Powers: Telekinesis. Maria may use her magic to control the movement of any object or person in her line of sight, including herself. For example, she can fly through the air, throw and draw distant targets and even freeze people in place. However, she needs to have one of her hands unoccupied and spread open for her to cast the magic from her palm and her fingers for multitasking and subtle movements, making her unable to use this power if her hands are unusable or occupied. Breaking her focus also results in the spell's canceling. She may also perform a Force Choke-like spell on normal humans which Magical Girls are immune to.</s> <\|message\|>Maria Goethe Maria was amused by the nervousness of the guards, and rightly so. An occasional trick or two is good for keeping appearances, not letting even close servants forget their inferiority. Maria was glad to see Caroline was punctual as always, and returned her greeting in customary manner. She gently placed the crates down, and followed after Caroline, rolling into the elevator once prompted. It wasn't that uncommon for Alexandra to want a quick report, since it was convenient to do so as part of the tax delivery, though more serious discussions about Aurora were made during conferences, where more Nobles were attending. Maria had absolutely no reason to decline, even if she was going to meet the very person she was later going to usurp the throne from eye-to-eye. Regular commoners may have enjoyed small talk when going up such a long way, but the both of them knew they were far above such impolite nonsense. Maria spent the time quietly listening to the almost silent humming of the elevator as it rose up.</s> <\|message\|>Eponine Hassane Eponine had half-expected to land on the tiny ice planetoid, and that the witch would come hovering over the horizon to attack her, so she was slightly surprised to have actually broken through the surface, though she did manage to land on her feet and activate her shield right before making impact with the far side of the inner wall of the ice sphere. When the witch launched icicles at her, Eponine reactively enabled her shield to shrug off the projectiles, feeling her magic drop for each icicle that bounced off of her. She looked up expectantly, waiting for Violetta to jump down, melt a hole through the ice ball and join her in her fight against the witch. It took a moment before it dawned on Eponine that Violetta may not be joining her as soon as she liked, and standing there looking upwards only made Eponine an easy target for the hostile magical abomination directly above her. Dodging another flurry of icicles, Eponine summoned a second hammer and began spinning in place like a top, her arms outstretched, swing the hammers. After gaining enough rotational inertia, she tilted her spin slightly and launched one, and then the other hammer at the witch, hoping to do some damage. Before the hammers hit, Eponine summoned another hammer and prepared for a retaliation from Byrea.</s> <\|message\|>Violetta FitzCarraldo. (Veee oh-let-ter, not Vayyy-oh-let-ter. She gets annoyed if you mispronounce it.) Violetta glanced up from her packet of chewing tobacco, and glared. Her gaze was met by two blankly soulless coal eyes inset roughly halfway up a small sphere of snow that, in spite of gravity, was perched on the end of the crystalline twig. The thing slid towards her, slowly. It took a moment for her to properly understand how the snowman had skewered itself onto the trees branches. They were learning. Obviously, too many familliars had fallen into the sky for her to keep on doing that forever. Violetta tried not to feel a little impressed at that feat of reasoning and just melted the thing in a puff of liquid burning.. The earmuffs twirled in the breeze as they fell away, before the fire burned even that. Still, lesson learned. Don't mess about in a witch's labyrinth, because it's not a circus. Tall imposing carnival folk with masks and alibis and a desire to take young girls somewhere where their parents would never find them were the least threatening thing here. Violetta tried to supress that little memory and stood up, pocketing the wad of tobacco. She bounded down to the ice sphere, and landed softly on the thing close to the man-sized hole her comrade-in-arms had left in it. No reason to bother her now, she'd probably just get in the way. She glanced up, trying to fight the nausea of vertigo, and scanned the trees for any flash of purple in the white snow, while also keeping half an eye out any of those new snowman familiars.</s> <\|message\|>Alexandra Hertz The doors slid shut with both Maria and Caroline inside, and the elevator began it's rather rapid ascent. It was smooth nonetheless, and quet, since neither of them seemed willing or eager to engage in idle chit chat. There was certainly nothing wrong with that, Caroline devoted to her job and her guest undoubtedly planning what she was going to report to her superior. This sort of thing was done often, to aid Alexandra in keeping a firmer hold on the city, and it did not seem a habit she would stop soon. The elevator arrived with a 'ding', and Caroline stepped out, leading the way to where Alexandra awaited in continued silence. Stepping in front of the wooden door, she opened it, allowing Maria to enter, before going through herself. Beyond was an executive office, though whether it had served that purpose originally was anyone's guess. It offered a good look of the city from the windows, and a desk sat at one end, with papers, boos, and the other affairs of business. There was a more cordial atmosphere, less iron and authoritative, but still set up to remind you that the person behind the desk was in charge. Alexandra sat at the desk, wearing a pleasant, business minded smile as Caroline moved off to a corner, silently observing in case she needed to intervene. "Hello Maria," she began. "A pleasure as always. I hear things have been busy in your territory recently." Best to get the rumors and such out of the way first. --- Algorithm Byrea cried as she took the two hammer hits, smashing through ice pathways as she was knocked backwards. Her recovery was quick though, the broken ice already reforming itself into new pathways, new routes for her opponent to take if she wanted to try and get in close. There were no real signs of visible damage yet, but those were sure to come in time. And indeed a response came, jagged shards of ice flying once more down at her to either shatter or impale themselves, whether it be in the ice she stood on, her shield, or her own body. The Witch swooped amidst the orb of it's own making, disturbing chilled air as the fight continued. Eponine was going to have to do more damage if she wanted to turn this in her favor. --- book of bad juju@TrixyTrix The hole that Violetta stood by, created by her companion, had sealed up with new ice, and the ice she stood on creaked distressingly as well, whether it be a result of her weight, or the heat she gave off. Staying for too long in one place here would most likely result in her falling through to join Eponine, as the sound of fighting emanated from within the sphere. There was no sign of purple yet, as she looked, but the new snowmen Familiars would soon approach, cresting the horizon of the sphere as the weaker snow bunnies hopped along with them. It seemed that they were not about to give up on her, much as she might want to avoid fighting. Being this close to the Witch probably didn't help either. Still, things could be worse.</s>	<\|message\|>Maria Goethe Maria came closer until she deemed she was in a respectable distance to Alexandra's office, and then made a bow as a formal greeting. She then spoke with an air of grace and humbleness: "Your Highness, I am at your service." "They have been, Your Grace. There was a disturbance caused by a rogue magical girl, but my knights had it immediately taken care of." Maria didn't enjoy truckling to Alexandra, but she played her part like the talented actor she was. She knew not to let her true intentions come to light before their time, and none of it showed in her face; she has been honing her poker face for years, and nothing would sway her at this point. She was like a shark, staying deep under the water while she stalked her floating prey, before she would finally reveal themselves to the hapless victim. But for now, Maria would submit.</s>
<\|description\|>Maria Goethe Age: 15 Gender: Female Appearance: Maria uses a wheelchair to feign the appearance of a paraplegic. She uses her magic to move the wheelchair around. Personality: Maria casts an outward appearance of a cheery, kind girl, always smiling while talking in a bubbly voice. However, beneath this social mask lies a mind broken by years of abuse into a dark and ruthless girl, her empathy withered away and her trust in other people hard to come by, devolving into paranoia when she is stressed. She has a fear of inferiority, and combats this by being driven by her lust for power, her ambition being her escape from the creeping despair that silently clutches her heart. While she keeps a sociable appearance about herself, in truth she doesn't have a lot of friends, and keeps her relationships with other people strictly as business. However, she has started to grow fond of her maid Fantine, and won't tolerate any cases of her mistreatment. Bio: Maria was thrown into an orphanage before she could even remember the faces of her parents, who died shortly after her birth. She was brutally beaten and abused at a regular pace by the personnel there. However, before she was driven to an abyss of despair, she met a boy by the name of Klaus there, who promised to protect her and get them out of the orphanage. In time, she developed feelings for the boy. One night they attempted an escape, but were about to be caught when Maria met an Incubator. Seeing that Klaus was caught, she made her wish and the two of them escaped successfully. Later, Klaus was caught by an anti-MG mob and tortured to death due to his connections to Magical Girls after following Maria. Maria found out about this, and became determined to rule the world and take revenge on the people who took Klaus away from him, by any means possible. Over the following years, Maria managed to worm her way to the position of a lieutenant in the Aurora City Authority through her persuasion skills, guile and political maneuvers, even resorting to underhanded tactics such as backstabbing and using torture to squeeze valuable secrets out of any hapless victim she managed to capture alive. Of course, she doesn't plan on stopping there, either... Her domain includes the territory of a magical girl named Eponine, who has requested her home to be placed under Maria's, and by extension, Aurora's protection and rule and that her sister is given a place of refuge in Maria's HQ. In return, Maria demanded Eponine to swear fealty to her, and that Fantine will serve as her personal maid. Allegiance: Aurora City Authority Theme: A Stranger I Remain Skills: Maria could be said to have a silver tongue, for she is very convincing and manipulative with her words, sprouting seeds of doubt and despair in any heart she can pierce with her angelic voice. She also has a profound knowledge of politics and tactics, and specializes in psychological warfare. Weapons: Maria keeps a small dagger under her dress as a paranoid measure, though due to her status as a Magical Girl, rarely uses it. Other: Maria loves sweet things such as cakes and cookies, and spends a lot of her free time snacking on them. Magical Girl Appearance: Maria keeps her eye-design and creepy demeanour while as a Magical Girl. Her costume also has more shades of dark-green and black. Wish: "I wish to move Klaus away from his fate." Weapons: A scythe with an intricate, flowery design going from the hilt all the way to the blade's end. Can be manipulated to change the position of the blade, making for a surprisingly adaptive weapon despite its unwieldiness. Powers: Telekinesis. Maria may use her magic to control the movement of any object or person in her line of sight, including herself. For example, she can fly through the air, throw and draw distant targets and even freeze people in place. However, she needs to have one of her hands unoccupied and spread open for her to cast the magic from her palm and her fingers for multitasking and subtle movements, making her unable to use this power if her hands are unusable or occupied. Breaking her focus also results in the spell's canceling. She may also perform a Force Choke-like spell on normal humans which Magical Girls are immune to.</s> <\|message\|>Alexandra Hertz The doors slid shut with both Maria and Caroline inside, and the elevator began it's rather rapid ascent. It was smooth nonetheless, and quet, since neither of them seemed willing or eager to engage in idle chit chat. There was certainly nothing wrong with that, Caroline devoted to her job and her guest undoubtedly planning what she was going to report to her superior. This sort of thing was done often, to aid Alexandra in keeping a firmer hold on the city, and it did not seem a habit she would stop soon. The elevator arrived with a 'ding', and Caroline stepped out, leading the way to where Alexandra awaited in continued silence. Stepping in front of the wooden door, she opened it, allowing Maria to enter, before going through herself. Beyond was an executive office, though whether it had served that purpose originally was anyone's guess. It offered a good look of the city from the windows, and a desk sat at one end, with papers, boos, and the other affairs of business. There was a more cordial atmosphere, less iron and authoritative, but still set up to remind you that the person behind the desk was in charge. Alexandra sat at the desk, wearing a pleasant, business minded smile as Caroline moved off to a corner, silently observing in case she needed to intervene. "Hello Maria," she began. "A pleasure as always. I hear things have been busy in your territory recently." Best to get the rumors and such out of the way first. --- Algorithm Byrea cried as she took the two hammer hits, smashing through ice pathways as she was knocked backwards. Her recovery was quick though, the broken ice already reforming itself into new pathways, new routes for her opponent to take if she wanted to try and get in close. There were no real signs of visible damage yet, but those were sure to come in time. And indeed a response came, jagged shards of ice flying once more down at her to either shatter or impale themselves, whether it be in the ice she stood on, her shield, or her own body. The Witch swooped amidst the orb of it's own making, disturbing chilled air as the fight continued. Eponine was going to have to do more damage if she wanted to turn this in her favor. --- book of bad juju@TrixyTrix The hole that Violetta stood by, created by her companion, had sealed up with new ice, and the ice she stood on creaked distressingly as well, whether it be a result of her weight, or the heat she gave off. Staying for too long in one place here would most likely result in her falling through to join Eponine, as the sound of fighting emanated from within the sphere. There was no sign of purple yet, as she looked, but the new snowmen Familiars would soon approach, cresting the horizon of the sphere as the weaker snow bunnies hopped along with them. It seemed that they were not about to give up on her, much as she might want to avoid fighting. Being this close to the Witch probably didn't help either. Still, things could be worse.</s> <\|message\|>Maria Goethe Maria came closer until she deemed she was in a respectable distance to Alexandra's office, and then made a bow as a formal greeting. She then spoke with an air of grace and humbleness: "Your Highness, I am at your service." "They have been, Your Grace. There was a disturbance caused by a rogue magical girl, but my knights had it immediately taken care of." Maria didn't enjoy truckling to Alexandra, but she played her part like the talented actor she was. She knew not to let her true intentions come to light before their time, and none of it showed in her face; she has been honing her poker face for years, and nothing would sway her at this point. She was like a shark, staying deep under the water while she stalked her floating prey, before she would finally reveal themselves to the hapless victim. But for now, Maria would submit.</s> <\|message\|>Eponine Hassane Eponine looked upwards again, hoping Violetta would join her, but her anticipation was not answered. Eponine noted the slight damage her thrown hammers had done, which was somewhat expected. She swatted away two incoming icicles with her hammer, and activated her shield to defend from the rest. Eponine decided she needed to gain some height and started running along the ice columns interspersed within the sphere. She moved with more confidence and recklessness, since a mistake would only drop her to the bottom of the ball, instead of plummeting into the sky eternally. She also couldn't afford to be as slow as she was in the inverted trees or else the witch would be able to get some good hits on her, and Eponine was already feeling her soul gem darken from continued activation of her shield. As she tried to reach higher ground, Eponine tried to be smarter about avoiding the witch's icicle attacks, by hiding behind columns and dodging rather than relying too heavily on her shield. Once she was directly above the witch, she jumped down at it feet first, making her hammers longer and their heads bigger. She held her arms out horizontally, and once she was about to hit the witch, swung her hammers downward so that each hammerhead would connect at the same time her feet struck the closest thing that could resemble the witch's head. In this moment where her feet and the hammerheads impacted simultaneously, she activated her shield's rejection ability, multiplying the force of the impact. While her feet transferred force down vertically on the witch's head, the hammers, which swung in opposite arcs, dealt force horizontally, but on both sides of the witch's head, creating a three-way crushing force. Eponine bent her knees, crouching on top of the witch and surveyed the damage. If Byrea was about to retaliate, Eponine was already crouched and ready to leap off the witch at a moment's notice. If the witch was stunned, but not yet defeated, Eponine would press the offensive.</s> <\|message\|>Violetta FitzCarraldo. (Veee oh-let-ter, not Vayyy-oh-let-ter. She gets annoyed if you mispronounce it.) Nothing. Nothing there, either. Violetta paced, boots crunching against the ice, her gaze locked on the upside down horizon as her eyes scanned the thing. But all that served to do was to distract her from the snowman sneaking up on her, who managed to get close enough to sink his teeth into her arm. Unfortunately, the thing didn't seem to be bright enough to realize what happens when you puncture high-pressure canisters. She yelped as the bottom row of teeth dug into the unguarded back of her arm and dismissed the weapon. It vanished into sparkles, but the damage had been done already. The black tar-like substance burst out of where the weapon used to be, soaking into the thing's skin and making it look like it had bitten into an oil pipe. She couldn't set the snowman on fire, now. it'd take up the ball with them. Violetta took hopping steps back, reforming the flamethrower around her left hand. She scrabbled at the leathery belt buckles holding it in place, and finally managed to detach it from her hand, and grabbed the iron tube with both hand. She swung. A head-sized snowball landed some two feet away and rolled, leaving the ice and snow smeared with black. Not, admittedly the best melee weapon. She didn't need to do melee, she had other people to do that. Speaking of, where were they? She'd been in here long enough, what was taking the Valkyries so long?</s> <\|message\|>Alexandra Hertz Alexandra nodded as the report was given, returning Maria's look with a pleasant smile, as befitted those in the role of master over sometimes less than cooperative servants. But she knew how to play the game, and she would not stoop to unnecessary cruelty. Better to keep up an agreeable face. Perhaps they were sharks circling each other, but to any outside observer it would not seem that way. "Well, I am glad to hear that," she said once Maria had finished, indicating her approval as she relaxed a bit in her seat, shifting ever so slightly as she watched the wheelchair bound girl. "We can't have rogues running around inside Aurora, stealing Grief Seeds from the territory of Magical Girls just trying to live as best they can." It was better for all of them, since it lent the city more towards peace and stability, her preference on the whole. She tilted her head then, ever so slightly as her gaze narrowed almost imperceptibly. The game, to play your cards close and give away wheat you did and didn't know. Alexandra had her own informants, though she chose to leave things undisturbed, at least for the moment. "Is there anything else of note that you would like to report to me," she asked calmly, waiting to see what answer she would get. --- Algorithm Byrea continued their fight, crying aloud as icicles rained in scattered patterns, shattering against the ice as Eponine moved and dodged, heaving towards the Witch as it flew amongst the ice passageways inside it's sphere. At least there were no Familiars inside at the moment, which made things easier for her as she fought the Witch solo. At least she had the skill to combat this, besides the fact that the Witch didn't make things easy for her. But she managed to get in range and attack, blowing landing like thunder as she slammed the witch from three separate angles. It screeched and crumpled under the concurrent blows, the black ichor of it's blood spraying out as it practically collapsed. Ice shattered in loud noises as the battered Witch slammed through pathways and bridges, proving a distraction for Eponine but one that could be overcome. Byrea herself seemed to be momentarily stunned, weakened by the hit as she came to a rest against crisscrossing bridges. If the magical girl was going to push the offensive, now would be the time. --- book of bad juju@TrixyTrix The Familiar didn't react as it was sprayed by the black tar that fueled Violetta's flamethrower. While they had some level of intelligence, all the Familiar knew was that it was hurting it's opponent, and didn't really care beyond that point. Perhaps to it's detriment, but it did deprive Violetta of a useful weapon in this fight. That did little to prevent VIoletta from bludgeoning it to death, very successfully at that. But it still left the problem of the other approaching Familiars, especially with her unable to cut loose with her flamethrower to wipe them out in wide swathes. It seemed the time to fight would be quite long at that. Fortunately, her angry mutterings were soon answered as a telepathic message reached her ear. Sorry we took so long boss. This place is killer without good agility. Be with you in a few. Well, that would be one less thing to worry about, once they had finally gotten here. Then again, it probably would have been faster without kicking the proverbial hornet's nest ahead of time. By the same tioken, they might stumble upon the other magical girl hiding within the barrier if she wasn't careful.</s>	<\|message\|>Maria Goethe "Indeed I have, Your Majesty," Maria answered. "I was visited by Kyubey, you see. He wove a story about unsavory behavior going down at the industrial sector; magical experiments and whatnot. Why he chose to tell me and not Dora is beyond my comprehension. Nonetheless, I believe this is a matter that shouldn't be ignored, as questionable as the source may be."</s>
<\|description\|>Maria Goethe Age: 15 Gender: Female Appearance: Maria uses a wheelchair to feign the appearance of a paraplegic. She uses her magic to move the wheelchair around. Personality: Maria casts an outward appearance of a cheery, kind girl, always smiling while talking in a bubbly voice. However, beneath this social mask lies a mind broken by years of abuse into a dark and ruthless girl, her empathy withered away and her trust in other people hard to come by, devolving into paranoia when she is stressed. She has a fear of inferiority, and combats this by being driven by her lust for power, her ambition being her escape from the creeping despair that silently clutches her heart. While she keeps a sociable appearance about herself, in truth she doesn't have a lot of friends, and keeps her relationships with other people strictly as business. However, she has started to grow fond of her maid Fantine, and won't tolerate any cases of her mistreatment. Bio: Maria was thrown into an orphanage before she could even remember the faces of her parents, who died shortly after her birth. She was brutally beaten and abused at a regular pace by the personnel there. However, before she was driven to an abyss of despair, she met a boy by the name of Klaus there, who promised to protect her and get them out of the orphanage. In time, she developed feelings for the boy. One night they attempted an escape, but were about to be caught when Maria met an Incubator. Seeing that Klaus was caught, she made her wish and the two of them escaped successfully. Later, Klaus was caught by an anti-MG mob and tortured to death due to his connections to Magical Girls after following Maria. Maria found out about this, and became determined to rule the world and take revenge on the people who took Klaus away from him, by any means possible. Over the following years, Maria managed to worm her way to the position of a lieutenant in the Aurora City Authority through her persuasion skills, guile and political maneuvers, even resorting to underhanded tactics such as backstabbing and using torture to squeeze valuable secrets out of any hapless victim she managed to capture alive. Of course, she doesn't plan on stopping there, either... Her domain includes the territory of a magical girl named Eponine, who has requested her home to be placed under Maria's, and by extension, Aurora's protection and rule and that her sister is given a place of refuge in Maria's HQ. In return, Maria demanded Eponine to swear fealty to her, and that Fantine will serve as her personal maid. Allegiance: Aurora City Authority Theme: A Stranger I Remain Skills: Maria could be said to have a silver tongue, for she is very convincing and manipulative with her words, sprouting seeds of doubt and despair in any heart she can pierce with her angelic voice. She also has a profound knowledge of politics and tactics, and specializes in psychological warfare. Weapons: Maria keeps a small dagger under her dress as a paranoid measure, though due to her status as a Magical Girl, rarely uses it. Other: Maria loves sweet things such as cakes and cookies, and spends a lot of her free time snacking on them. Magical Girl Appearance: Maria keeps her eye-design and creepy demeanour while as a Magical Girl. Her costume also has more shades of dark-green and black. Wish: "I wish to move Klaus away from his fate." Weapons: A scythe with an intricate, flowery design going from the hilt all the way to the blade's end. Can be manipulated to change the position of the blade, making for a surprisingly adaptive weapon despite its unwieldiness. Powers: Telekinesis. Maria may use her magic to control the movement of any object or person in her line of sight, including herself. For example, she can fly through the air, throw and draw distant targets and even freeze people in place. However, she needs to have one of her hands unoccupied and spread open for her to cast the magic from her palm and her fingers for multitasking and subtle movements, making her unable to use this power if her hands are unusable or occupied. Breaking her focus also results in the spell's canceling. She may also perform a Force Choke-like spell on normal humans which Magical Girls are immune to.</s> <\|message\|>Violetta FitzCarraldo. (Veee oh-let-ter, not Vayyy-oh-let-ter. She gets annoyed if you mispronounce it.) Violetta winced and looked around her as the voices filled her head. Nobody around her. So it must've been telepathy. That meant a kyuubey was in there with them. Kyuubeis couldn't lie, they were famous for it. So that meant that voice she'd heard just now was really Angela, one of the Vslkyries. Reinforcements had arrived. And in the nick of time, too. "Angela?" she said aloud. It saved time for her rather then trying to stay silent. "Remind me again who's with you right now?" "Erica and Natale, ma'am. And the Kyuubey. " Both decent support. Erica had a slight rebellious streak, but a certain deviousness in killing. Her whole gimmick was chains, with a sweeping set of them for weapons as well as a sweeping chainmail dress. Natalie was slightly dopey and had a real problem with reaction time, but seemed to be happy to hack anything and anyone to pieces with her pickaxes. Two of her finest. If she, Violetta was the kind of person to use royal guards, they'd be her right-handsmaidens. She liked putting them in groups with the newest recruits, like she was with Angela and- "Wait, wait. What happened to... what's her name, the short one, with the snowboard and the shield? " "Hilda? Erica sent her back to base to keep down the fort. Why, was that wrong?" "No, just keeping count. Anyway, Angela, there's a factory in the forest if you look around. With a whole lot of scorchmarks around it." "We found that already." "Great! Angela, stay over there and keep the Kyuubey with you. We've already found the witch." "We, ma'am?" "Yeah, me and the robot." "Eponine?" "Bang on the money. Oh, and there's a third girl in here too. Some little spit with revolutionary leanings. Kill her if you find her." "Understood, Ma'am." Even across the alien's telepathy, she heard the little smirk in that last line. Angela was a pretty new girl with a bit of a chip on her shoulder about her pudgy figure squeezed into a rather revealing neoprene suit, but could chop familliars with her oversized scimitars with the best of them. If only she'd learn to conquer her wierd fear about buildings and heights and she'd be perfectly useful. Violetta idly swatted a snowman and kept on ordering her women around. "Erica?" She said. "Listenin'. " "Get here as quickly as you can. We need the re-enforcements. Just follow the smoke trail. I'd light a beacon, but there's... pressing matters." "Entendu." "Vi out." Violetta swung her flamethrower at a few more snowmen. Well, that went about as well as could be expected. Almost every side in this had been listening in to that conversation. There was no reason the Kyuubei would've blocked off communication from the robot and the traitor. You had to watch every word you thought, in case someone reported back to somebody important. Nothing she'd thought could be used to frame her.</s> <\|message\|>Alexandra Hertz An eyebrow rose in curious attention as Alexandra listened to Maria describe what had happened between her and Kyubey. She knew he was enigmatic, working in his own ways, yet the creature wouldn't lie. Mislead, perhaps, but he would never outright tell a falsehood. If he did then she supposed he would lose all credibility once it got out. And that couldn't do, if it was his job to contract new girls and keep the Witches suppressed. "I see," she replied once Maria had finished. "Thank you for bringing it to my attention. I will bring it up with Dora, so you don't have to worry about it any more." She was grateful at least, though whether Maria would choose to let the matter lie was only for her to say. With that, the meeting seemed to wrap to a close. "Well, if that is all then I believe we are done here. Caroline will escort you out." The other magical girl emerged from the corner once more, ready to lead Maria from the building, while at the same time making sure she didn't do anything inside that Alexandra might not approve of. It seemed the game turned once more. --- Algorithm The hammers went flying as Eponine attacked once more, and they did their work beautifully, smashing right through the ice with the force of their impact and sending the bridge tumbling down upon the Witch that was beneath them. Eponine could be confident in her accuracy, if nothing else, which would be of comfort to herself as well as her liege lord. The Witch recovered as the bridge came down, and as a result of that Eponine would be disappointed to find that Byrea had only been clipped, rather than squashed entirely. That still earned sprays of the black ichor that served as her blood, but it would not prove a finishing blow as the bridge rebuilt itself, albeit in a different manner than it had been before. And she would find a fusillade of ice headed towards her once more. Then, as if things weren't hard enough, the battlefield itself began to shift, pillars cracking and falling as if they intended to crush her, just like she had tried to crush Byrea beneath them. And though they rebuilt afterwards in different orientations and position to keep the sphere from collapsing, it just made things that much harder. --- book of bad juju As surprising as Violetta might find it when her group arrived, there wasn't actually a Kyubey amongst them, since already contracted magical girls didn't need one of the white creatures to communicate with each other, only with potential contractees. Or possibly he had vanished before they arrived, wary of being shot, stabbed, or otherwise harmed. Whichever reason, it didn't really matter in the end as her reinforcements soon arrived. The help would be welcome as the Familiars kept coming, with the sound of combat below and the ice Violetta was standing on cracking before reforming, as a result of her efforts to keep from plunging into the sphere where the fighting was currently going on. But with the reinforcements, that wouldn't be too difficult to manage. All it would be was a matter of handling that, and then the Witch, and they could all go home.</s>	<\|message\|>Maria Goethe Maria bowed deeply. "Thank you, Your Grace. By your leave, I shall resume attending to my duties." She then followed Caroline outside, and had her convoy leave the premises. While she was wary of the ill deeds done in Dora's domain, she realized the value that it posed to her: the incident would be a fine distraction for Alexandra, and even if she wouldn't have anything done with it, the mere knowledge of its existence is sure to drive her thoughts adrift and leave her vulnerable. If there was ever a time to bring the years of her kneeling and groveling to fruition, it was now. She returned back to her elegant home, and once inside, immediately went to the basement. She brought her phone up, sent a text message to a certain number, and then called it. Maria was clear with her every word, and none of her positive disposition was in it. A certain chaotic magical girl would receive these words: "I sent you a list of targets, along with addresses. The first is the administrative building in the business sector, followed by the ships in the harbor. You know what to do." She ended her call, and had her phone snap back shut. She giggled a bit at first, followed by her laughing madly. This was the beginning of the end.</s>
<\|description\|>Chloe Hartmann Age: 17 Gender: Female Appearance: Personality: Completely self-serving, anarchic and vain, Chloe seems to go where she wants, when she wants to go there, and not a minute sooner. She allies herself with anybody who seeks to overthrow the current power structure, no matter their motives or methods, and when the a revolution she was aiding succeeds, she rises up with the next group of insurgents. She has a constant lackadaisical attitude that annoys the people around her, as though she doesn't care who they are or why they're around in the first place. Whatever is going on in her head is more important to her than her interpersonal relationships, and she barely seems to remember other peoples' names. Bio: Chloe was born into a poor family on the wrong side of the tracks. Their house was constantly getting broken into and robbed, and it wasn't uncommon for her to watch her father literally fight to take back their home from squatters and gangs. This was how she spent the first ten years of her life. However, in her tenth year of life, even this routine was uprooted and taken from her, as she and her family were seized by a small upstart gang, beaten, and put to work by them. Chloe never saw her father again after that day. She and her mother lived an uneasy life, essentially as slaves for this random gang of thugs with very little power, but there was nothing that she and her mother could do, because they were powerless. On the day she met the incubator, there was no convincing that needed to happen, no goading or talks. She had a wish that she would go to any lengths to fulfill. At present, she is known to support rebellions in any form. In Aurora, she has chosen to ally herself with the Shadow Compact, since she likes the way they do business. Most people question why a magical girl would ally herself with humans to overthrow magical girl superiority, but she has never mentioned her motives even once to anybody. She enjoys living a hedonistic life without any ties to other people and without any particular direction, and she has no true friends to speak of, though she has uneasy allies and very loose acquaintances. Chloe's been at this magical girl thing for quite a while now and seems to enjoy the rhythm of it. While she knows that one day it has to end, focusing on the present is what brings her joy. Allegiance: Shadow Compact. While uneasy, she has formed a sort of partnership with the Shadow Compact. She has power, and seems hell-bent on overthrowing the rule of the current magical girl system for some reason. Many in the organisation don't like her involvement, but even they can't argue with her results in the face of their own relative powerlessness. Skills: Chloe is physically strong from all of the non-magical fighting she engages in, and the constant labour work that she never quite managed to separate herself from. Even when not powered up by magic, she is stronger than most girls her age and can hold her own against an adult in a fight. If you asked anybody else, the rest of her skillset would consist of annoying people and being mysterious. Weapons: Brass knuckles Other: Chloe isn't very quick to make friends for obvious reasons, but that doesn't necessarily mean she wants to be that way... Magical Girl Appearance: Wish: It's not known to the public. Weapons: Power Fists, great for hand to hand combat, blocking heavy attacks, and general wanton destruction. Powers: Obviously something to do with her unknown wish, but this is also unknown.</s> <\|message\|>Alexandra Hertz "Those who make peaceful revolution impossible, make violent revolution inevitable The sun rose in the sky, cresting the horizon as it spread it's bright rays across the skies of Aurora. The city stirred into wakefulness as people rose. With the day would come common business, people going to work, school, and the daily affairs of life. There was peace, at least for the moment, a state of affairs that many hoped would endure for the foreseeable future. They had no desire for their life, hard though it might be, to be disturbed. Meanwhile, Magical Girls were left to do as they wished as well. Many returned from busy nights of hunting Witches, new collections of Grief Seeds in their possession. Some of those would be handed over to the government as taxes, while the rest would be used to stave off the black corruption in their Soul Gems. Some would go to sleep, to rest from the hard fights they had doubtlessly fought, while others would head off to school, battling weariness and exhaustion to continue with some semblance of their old lives. It was a delicate balance, one not many could keep. As for those less scrupulous elements, they awoke as well. Some to plan, to scheme, or to undertake their business in the darker corners of the city where there were no eyes to watch. Especially for them, the time of day did not matter, for gangs, crime networks, or the Shadow Compact. Conflicting interests, high stakes games of power and politics, with the innocent, powerless, and uncaring caught in the crossfire. In this world of magical girls and power, things will never be simple. --- Up in the large skyscraper that made up the dwelling of the current ruler of the Aurora City Authority, Alexandra Hertz rested casually on a large sofa, gaze directed to the glass window that gave her an impressive view of the skyline. One had to be impressed with the resilience of humans, that such a violent beginning could herald such a powerful recovery. And now she could look across her domain from on high. She'd taken this by right, by force, and she planned to keep it. This was her domain, and now she ruled it for her benefit, as well as the benefit of everyone. Sure, there'd been hard times in her rule, but she liked to think that she balanced it out by the good she had done. It was just a fact that suffering happened, and she could hardly be blamed for it. As she rested, sipping from a glass, there was a knock on the door behind her. "Enter," she called, not having to look and see since she already knew who it was. It would be Caroline, her right hand and the one who made sure she didn't get too overwhelmed with things. "Good morning," Caroline replied as she stepped in, papers held in hand. She was calm, loyal, the perfect right hand, and had been with Alexandra through thick and thin. And she was more than worth her weight in a fight as well. She moved to the living room and stood in front of Caroline, facing away from the view. Alexandra nodded as she straightened up, placing the near empty glass off to the side. "And how fares my realm?" It was part of their routine, to start the day with a status update and address the problems that she would have to deal with. While she could enjoy herself, sadly the life of a ruler wasn't so easy, and it was up to her to make sure things continued to run as expected. "Good, for the moment," Caroline replied as she sat down unbidden, shuffling the papers she held. "Production is up, public approval is steady, and the Shadow Compact have been quiet." Leaving aside the rumor of magical girls working with them anyway. She knew Alexandra wouldn't have any time for rumors without basis, so she didn't mention it. "I see." Alexandra broke into a light smile, grateful for the good news. "Well, that's good. Peace and stability are what this world needs." Caroline nodded in agreement, leaving any differing opinions to herself. "Shall we get to work then?" "Yes, lets."</s> <\|message\|>Maria Goethe A giggle could be heard in the Goethe Estate, a mansion of Victorian architecture hidden away from the populace by walls surrounding it from every side. The giggle belonged to Maria Goethe, who then continued speaking in a cheery tone: "Fantine, bring us some hot coco. Eponine must want something nice and warm." She was sitting in her wheelchair in the dining hall, next to a large table filled with all kinds of sweets for her to snack on. On the other side of the table sat Eponine Hassane. "So, how is the situation at the slums? Is there anything I should know about?" She asked with a gentle voice as she levitated a cookie from the other side of the table straight to her mouth.</s>	<\|message\|>Chloe Hartmann The thin sliver of sun cresting the horizon cast a dim light on the serene face of Chloe Hartmann, who seemed half asleep and half awake as she lay on a green hill overlooking the city of Aurora, staring at the horizon over the high-rises and skyscrapers. To look at it from so far away, the place looked peaceful, as though everything happening within its borders was under control. For a moment, Chloe almost wished that she was still human, that she didn't have to worry about the purity of her Soul Gem or witches or anything like that. "Well... almost, anyway." Holding up a grief seed in her hand, she put it in front of her face where the sun was to block out the light from her eyes. "Like my own little star... Heh. Getting sentimental in my old age," she announced to nobody in particular. It's true, for a Magical Girl, she was older than average. But that rarely meant anything for beings who could conceivably be immortal. Nobody looked up to her anyway. Nobody respected her wisdom, because she was not wise. But there were people who respected her strength. And in this world, that was all that mattered. "...That's right. The strength to kill witches. The power to get grief seeds. You need them to pay tribute so that you can live a peaceful life. Right? That's the law around here. Nobody can go against it. Against 'Order.' That's what you said, right?" "Right?" She asked, turning to face behind her at the small pile of broken bodies that lay at the very top of the hill. Three or perhaps four humans, limbs broken and askew, and absolutely, without a doubt, deceased. Chloe smiled warmly at them as she continued talking, as though addressing an old and trusted friend. "It looks like your power couldn't stand up to a real test. That's just not power at all, then, is it? Huh." With a wry smile, Chloe threw on her headphones, cranking the volume up to maximum before setting into her business. Snapping a stout branch off a nearby tree, she shoved it hard through the pile of dead bodies and into the ground, like a gruesome, primitive sacrifice or something. Turning up her nose in disgust, she placed the final touch on her project, wedging the Grief Seed into a split in the branch. Stepping back to admire her handiwork, she spoke again, quite loudly since she couldn't hear her own voice over the music pumping into her ears. "Well, that's what you wanted, right?! The Grief Seed?! If you want something, you should have the strength to reach out and grab it! That's what life is! There's four of you, so with a bit of teamwork, you'll figure something out!" "Well, if somebody wants it bad enough, they'll find it I'm sure," Chloe thought out loud to herself as she began her descent down the hill and into the city, whistling in between her sentences. "Maybe somebody who's truly strong this time."</s>
<\|description\|>Chloe Hartmann Age: 17 Gender: Female Appearance: Personality: Completely self-serving, anarchic and vain, Chloe seems to go where she wants, when she wants to go there, and not a minute sooner. She allies herself with anybody who seeks to overthrow the current power structure, no matter their motives or methods, and when the a revolution she was aiding succeeds, she rises up with the next group of insurgents. She has a constant lackadaisical attitude that annoys the people around her, as though she doesn't care who they are or why they're around in the first place. Whatever is going on in her head is more important to her than her interpersonal relationships, and she barely seems to remember other peoples' names. Bio: Chloe was born into a poor family on the wrong side of the tracks. Their house was constantly getting broken into and robbed, and it wasn't uncommon for her to watch her father literally fight to take back their home from squatters and gangs. This was how she spent the first ten years of her life. However, in her tenth year of life, even this routine was uprooted and taken from her, as she and her family were seized by a small upstart gang, beaten, and put to work by them. Chloe never saw her father again after that day. She and her mother lived an uneasy life, essentially as slaves for this random gang of thugs with very little power, but there was nothing that she and her mother could do, because they were powerless. On the day she met the incubator, there was no convincing that needed to happen, no goading or talks. She had a wish that she would go to any lengths to fulfill. At present, she is known to support rebellions in any form. In Aurora, she has chosen to ally herself with the Shadow Compact, since she likes the way they do business. Most people question why a magical girl would ally herself with humans to overthrow magical girl superiority, but she has never mentioned her motives even once to anybody. She enjoys living a hedonistic life without any ties to other people and without any particular direction, and she has no true friends to speak of, though she has uneasy allies and very loose acquaintances. Chloe's been at this magical girl thing for quite a while now and seems to enjoy the rhythm of it. While she knows that one day it has to end, focusing on the present is what brings her joy. Allegiance: Shadow Compact. While uneasy, she has formed a sort of partnership with the Shadow Compact. She has power, and seems hell-bent on overthrowing the rule of the current magical girl system for some reason. Many in the organisation don't like her involvement, but even they can't argue with her results in the face of their own relative powerlessness. Skills: Chloe is physically strong from all of the non-magical fighting she engages in, and the constant labour work that she never quite managed to separate herself from. Even when not powered up by magic, she is stronger than most girls her age and can hold her own against an adult in a fight. If you asked anybody else, the rest of her skillset would consist of annoying people and being mysterious. Weapons: Brass knuckles Other: Chloe isn't very quick to make friends for obvious reasons, but that doesn't necessarily mean she wants to be that way... Magical Girl Appearance: Wish: It's not known to the public. Weapons: Power Fists, great for hand to hand combat, blocking heavy attacks, and general wanton destruction. Powers: Obviously something to do with her unknown wish, but this is also unknown.</s> <\|message\|>Chloe Hartmann Having banished her transformation on the empty, uneventful walk down towards Aurora, Chloe had proceeded in human form toward the gates, relatively unhindered. She had stayed around for a little while, enjoying the fresh air that was so different from the air in the city, and to her surprise, there were guards posted near the city entrance. She recognized the group. These weren't thugs like the people who had ambushed her previous witch hunt, but real 'soldiers' of Aurora, equipped for hunting witches en masse. As much as it was irritating, Chloe stopped at the guard post when she was asked. It would be easy to simply transform and blow through weaklings like this, and it was true that she hated things that got in her way, but this was new. And new things were exciting. As the guard began to speak, Chloe obediantly turned down her music, though she left her headphones on. "Ma'am, you've been selected for a random search. Please stand by." If they were stopping her, of all people, it must mean that they were looking for a magical girl. "I'd like you to empty your pockets, please." Chloe was already halfway into the task, knowing that would be the man's next question. Casually, she pulled out her Soul Gem, which glowed a deep shade of grey. It would be easy to mistake it for black if it weren't for the visible traces of black corruption frothing around the bottom of the gem. "You're probably looking for one of these, right?" At the sight of her Gem, all of the guards who had been carelessly milling around the area brought their guns to bear on her. They were aiming for her soul gem, not her body. Smart, they knew what they were doing. Chloe might not even have time to transform if they were looking for a fight. "You're not with the City, are you? Ray, call this one in." Chloe narrowed her eyes. That... would be a problem. Reacher her hand into her other pocket, she grasped one of a pair of brass knuckles, feeling the rush as she stared down the barrels of several rifles. This one was going to be a losing battle, with a very real chance that she may die. Still, Chloe was no strategist. "Sorry, humans, getting taken in now might be a bit of an inconvenience for me. I'm missing my favourite show, and I'm kinda hungry. So if y'all wouldn't mind just..." As her speech trailed off, her body sprung into action. Tossing her Soul Gem in the air threw the group off balance, unsure of where to aim their guns anymore. Chloe used this advantage to deliver a powerful punch in the nose of the man who had already begun to speak into a walkie talkie. Chloe had no idea who was on the other end of that call, but she had been around long enough to know that it was top priority. The machine was still stubbornly gripped in the speaker's hand, but a short kick to his forearm sent it flying onto the ground before he could react. In one smooth motion, she grabbed a hold of the assault rifle nestled in the crook of his arm and jammed the trigger with all her might, without looking where it was aimed at all. An uproar of yelling and two of the men fell to the ground, leaving two still standing. She didn't have time to check if anybody was dead. Sliding low under a few shots fired blindly in her direction, she kicked one of the standing men in his left kneecap, stunning him, before thrusting her brass knuckles into his crotch with as much force as she could manage. This motion concluded with just enough time to snatch her Soul Gem from the air and quickly transform, her Brass Knuckles forming into large, powerful magic fists, which she used to grab the man she had not attacked yet, and reach backwards, grabbing the one who had been speaking on the Walkie Talkie. Both men dropped their guns immediately, a sign that they were no longer a threat. Chloe stood up calmly, bringing both men towards her face. "Hope I didn't break that speakerbox of yours, fellas, you're gonna want it in a minute. I'm going to walk away from this and you're going to let me do it. But you'll call in to whoever put you here and explain that you just had a run-in with the coolest, most awesome magical girl you've ever seen - that's me, of course - and you can tell them to 'Catch me if you can.' But it will take more than five guns to do it." Letting both men free from her grasp, she let herself revert back to her human form, her soul gem falling gently back into her pocket as she walked away. "Man I'm so cool I can hardly stand to be around myself sometimes," she muttered to herself as she swaggered down the street, leaving the shaken men to whatever they were going to do. She made it five steps before a volley of gunfire blew past her back, and she felt two bullets enter her right thigh. One of the men had not been dead or disarmed, and had taken his chance to strike back, aiming for the pocket where she kept her soul gem. "You cheeky bastard," she cursed under her breath. But there wasn't any time for revenge. Instead, she hurried on down the road into a back alley and clambered up onto the rooftops of the city, where she would be safe from further fire. "Well, two bullet wounds for at least five kills today is a pretty good trade I guess. I suppose I'll see if there's somebody from the Compact who can patch this up. Note to self: In the future, be more careful around loaded guns, idiot."</s> <\|message\|>Alexandra Hertz Eponine certainly had set herself up for a difficult task, with no leads to go on besides those she had already reported to Maria. There were methods she could follow if she wanted, such as staking out Witches Barriers and waiting for a magical girl to arrive, but that would be time consuming, and there was no guarantee that the person she was looking for would ever show up at all. But that would have to wait for a moment as her phone rang, caller id revealing who it was. It would be Adrian, one of the higher ranking people in the militia she had created to help her fight Witches. It was a group that undeniably took losses, but he had been one of the better ones at surviving it all, and if he was calling, then it had to be important. That was revealed soon enough to her, once she had answered the phone. "Hey boss, remember that effigy thing with the grief seed people've been talking about? Well, some rogue magical girl decided to bust through one of the checkpoints into the city a little while ago. Thought you might want to know." --- The Shadow Compact were not the easiest group to find, as Chloe would be able to attest to as she made her way through Aurora. They worked underground, were deeply suspicious of magical girls or collaborators, and took precautions accordingly. Then again, as someone who had managed to work herself into a partnership with that organization, she would know as much, and have planned accordingly to deal with it, especially when moving on to a new area. Her knowledge would guide her along in her search for Compact assistance, directing her away from downtown and towards the rougher areas, the places that had missed out on the economic development present, and were home to crime, poverty, and dirty dealings. The places that one would usually find the Mafia, and where government control was weakest. That wasn't to say that they Compact didn't operate in nicer parts of Aurora, because they did, but it would be easier to find a safe house in one of the less important (from the perspective of the government) neighborhoods. But for someone like her, ferreting out a safehouse shouldn't be that hard.</s> <\|message\|>Maria Goethe Maria changed once again into something darker and brooding as she started to speak. "Indeed. We become nothing but screams of despair in the air, to be violently taken and then thrown away by those with purpose, scattered to the winds and consumed by strangers. To live without hope is to accept all the pain you have endured as having been for naught, to throw away any semblance of human will and to welcome complete oblivion." Maria realized what she was saying and reverted back to her 15-year-old self. "Oh, I was starting to talk silly stuff. Never mind that, Fantine. I'll be at the study now, so don't disturb unless it's something important." She turned her wheelchair around and headed for the study. It was a room with shelves packed to the brim with books of all sorts of topics and genres. However, she rarely read them; her main use for the room was in the green laptop she had sitting on a small table at the center of the room. Once she closed the room, she began to work on the various sheets and profiles she had already open on it, from small things such as grief seed farming charts to bigger files like intelligence she has collected on the city and the areas outside it. With nothing else to do, she continued working on it, managing and scheming with no set difference.</s> <\|message\|>Eponine Hassane "Track her, but keep a safe distance," Eponine ordered, "We want this one...alive. And unharmed, as much as possible." Eponine hopped in the jeep that had taken her here and ordered the soldier to drive her to the checkpoint. Speaking to the survivors, Eponine was able to glean a general idea of what this rogue looked like, as well as her magical weapon. What was troubling, but nonetheless expected due to the need to conserve magic, was the fact that the rogue seemed not to have revealed what her magical ability was. Apparently the rogue had also been shot in the leg, if she didn't use magic to heal the wound, she should be hobbling at a slower pace, but if she did use magic, she might be more desperate to find a grief seed. Eponine asked if the trail was still hot. She wiped blood from her mouth with her forearm, noticing that, once again, she had bitten the inside of her mouth without noticing. "Understood, Lady Maria," Fantine replied, letting Maria head off to her library. However, Maria's words made Fantine worry more about Eponine, so she quickly dried the tears that had started welling up at the corners of her eyes. Certain that she was no longer visibly sad, she headed down to the kitchen to help out with chores.</s>	<\|message\|>Chloe Hartmann Chloe had spent as little time as possible patching up her leg. Without any convenient cloth on hand, and lacking the desire to tear up a good shirt or skirt for something like this, she had needed to take a quick 'peek' inside some stranger's home, where she managed to find a few bandages. Hopefully the delay wouldn't cost her much time, but at least she wouldn't be bleeding out everywhere. The tradeoff for her magical powers was a body that was close to being indestructable, but the body couldn't move without blood, and if she bled all over the streets and rooftops she might as well be leaving a trail of bread crumbs. After taking care of herself and dodging through the streets of the inner city, she found what she was looking for. One of the few safehouses of the Shadow Compact that she had been in contact with before. She was no stranger to the poverty-stricken areas of Aurora, having grown up in such areas since birth, and hiding herself away in dirty rat-holes like this since forming her contract. Not only were they good places to hide away from the prying eyes of the government, but the despair here was strong, which made it a great place to hunt for witches. Few people here were happy to see her, but she was able to get the medical attention she needed from a street doctor who had been hiding away here. Nothing else was particularly important to her, and she was a long shot from caring about the opinions of any other urchins here. "Haah, what a pain in the ass. You think you guys would be a little more grateful. I might just be taking the heat off your doorstep so you can do your own little things, whatever they are. I keep telling you, we both have the same goal, don't we?"</s>
<\|description\|>Chloe Hartmann Age: 17 Gender: Female Appearance: Personality: Completely self-serving, anarchic and vain, Chloe seems to go where she wants, when she wants to go there, and not a minute sooner. She allies herself with anybody who seeks to overthrow the current power structure, no matter their motives or methods, and when the a revolution she was aiding succeeds, she rises up with the next group of insurgents. She has a constant lackadaisical attitude that annoys the people around her, as though she doesn't care who they are or why they're around in the first place. Whatever is going on in her head is more important to her than her interpersonal relationships, and she barely seems to remember other peoples' names. Bio: Chloe was born into a poor family on the wrong side of the tracks. Their house was constantly getting broken into and robbed, and it wasn't uncommon for her to watch her father literally fight to take back their home from squatters and gangs. This was how she spent the first ten years of her life. However, in her tenth year of life, even this routine was uprooted and taken from her, as she and her family were seized by a small upstart gang, beaten, and put to work by them. Chloe never saw her father again after that day. She and her mother lived an uneasy life, essentially as slaves for this random gang of thugs with very little power, but there was nothing that she and her mother could do, because they were powerless. On the day she met the incubator, there was no convincing that needed to happen, no goading or talks. She had a wish that she would go to any lengths to fulfill. At present, she is known to support rebellions in any form. In Aurora, she has chosen to ally herself with the Shadow Compact, since she likes the way they do business. Most people question why a magical girl would ally herself with humans to overthrow magical girl superiority, but she has never mentioned her motives even once to anybody. She enjoys living a hedonistic life without any ties to other people and without any particular direction, and she has no true friends to speak of, though she has uneasy allies and very loose acquaintances. Chloe's been at this magical girl thing for quite a while now and seems to enjoy the rhythm of it. While she knows that one day it has to end, focusing on the present is what brings her joy. Allegiance: Shadow Compact. While uneasy, she has formed a sort of partnership with the Shadow Compact. She has power, and seems hell-bent on overthrowing the rule of the current magical girl system for some reason. Many in the organisation don't like her involvement, but even they can't argue with her results in the face of their own relative powerlessness. Skills: Chloe is physically strong from all of the non-magical fighting she engages in, and the constant labour work that she never quite managed to separate herself from. Even when not powered up by magic, she is stronger than most girls her age and can hold her own against an adult in a fight. If you asked anybody else, the rest of her skillset would consist of annoying people and being mysterious. Weapons: Brass knuckles Other: Chloe isn't very quick to make friends for obvious reasons, but that doesn't necessarily mean she wants to be that way... Magical Girl Appearance: Wish: It's not known to the public. Weapons: Power Fists, great for hand to hand combat, blocking heavy attacks, and general wanton destruction. Powers: Obviously something to do with her unknown wish, but this is also unknown.</s> <\|message\|>Eponine Hassane "Have this area placed on lock-down, no one leaves or enters without my permission, and have her physical description circulated to each checkpoint. And if anyone sees her, they are to attempt to inform her that I wish to parley with her." While Adrian went about fulfilling her orders, Eponine gathered three more of her best. When Adrian returned, Eponine said, "Adrian, we're going on a manhunt."</s> <\|message\|>Maria Goethe "Kyubey, how nice to see you," Maria responded as she turned around to greet the white creature with her trademark cuteness. "Why yes, I am most fine as you can see. Now, what brings you to my humble abode?" In truth, Maria didn't actually care about the creature's purpose behind his visit, but decided to enjoy a bit of small talk while she had the chance, since Kyubey tends to leave magical girls alone after the contract, only appearing to dispose of grief seeds. While she does appreciate the gifts that his kind have given to her, she also knows their true nature, and, given her mood, would have no qualms with making his small head explode with her magic, since she is also aware of their apparent immortality.</s> <\|message\|>Alexandra Hertz "Got it," Adrian confirmed with a nod. It wasn't exactly a surprise, though the fact that she apparently wanted to parley with this girl was. But he wasn't going to question a decision of hers. On tactical matters he would, but he didn't get paid enough to interject in the higher affairs of magical girls. If she said she wanted to talk, that was what he would do. She was left to collect others for the hunt as Adrian went to fulfill her orders, those being two women and another man, with a varying assortment of weaponry Most of it was oriented around fighting Witches, but it would serve well enough against humans and magical girls as well. And they had been trained well in that regard to boot. When he returned, he nodded in approval of her orders. "Alright boss," he replied, falling into line as they moved away. He had his own weapon ready, an assault rifle, and he glanced over at her as they walked. "So what's the plan?" --- Kyubey padded over with her greeting, taking up a position on one of her bookshelves as he watched her, tail flicking all the while. What sorts of plots and schemes the Incubator might be hatching were hard to say, for while the group helped those magical girls who ruled, it was also well known that they had their own agenda, and would work for their self interest at the same time. Nothing incredibly urgent by your standards, Kyubey responded in a happy tone. I merely wished to check on your status and see how you were doing. After all, each magical girl is important. Important to the grand scheme of saving the universe from entropy, a goal so far off that no one here could care about it when faced with the realities and necessities of power. And even moreso when one knew the truth of the system. He tilted his head as he dropped the other shoe. I'm also curious to see how you plan to ride out the oncoming storm. Of course Kyubey would have one than more motive to his visit, a tantalizing bit of information that she could pursue at her leisure.</s> <\|message\|>Maria Goethe "Oh, isn't that sweet of you," Maria said as she opened a jar of cookies she kept in a shelf. She then offered a cookie to the creature in an endearing manner. "Would you like one?" Disgusting rat, Maria thought. Thinks he can barge in any time he wants and spout nonsense like that? Fine, I'll tolerate his presence for a bit more, before I'll have to call Fantine to clean his remains off the walls. Oh, you sly bastard. Trying to pique my interest so you can catch me in a trap of yours? Alright then, let's partake of this game. Feigning ignorance, Maria responded by mimicking Kyubey's head tilt and saying: "A storm, huh? I didn't see anything like that in the weather reports. Sure sounds scary."</s> <\|message\|>Eponine Hassane Eponine sighed silently to herself. It wasn't a very elegant plan, but then again, she wasn't a very elegant person as she was given to tackling obstacles straight on, like a bulldozer. "We start at where our soldiers last sighted her, we scan for blood. We ask the locals if they saw anyone suspicious running by that matches the physical description we have, or if they know of a place where such a person could hide." She wanted to just get a megaphone and make an attempt to call out the magical girl, hoping that if she made it clear that she had no intention of harming her, she might come quietly, but she was already making this way more open than she felt Maria wanted; after all, if Maria wanted to speak with a magical girl from outside the city, the other nobles would probably view such an act with suspicion.</s> <\|message\|>Alexandra Hertz Kyubey shook his head, ringed ears somehow defying gravity and momentum to move without swaying. I have no need of material sustenance, unlike your species, he replied from his bookshelf. Doubtlessly she had expected such an answer though so it didn't really matter in the end. If he seemed annoyed by her mimicry, Kyubey didn't show it as he provided a following answer. You would consider it as such.He paused, padding over to the end of the bookshelf before. Someone is toying with powers they don't understand, putting the entire system as it stands in jeopardy. Naturally, allowing it to proceed would not be in your best interest. If it was a concern for Kyubey, then it would probably be an issue for her as well. Assuming that he was being completely frank anyway.</s> <\|message\|>Maria Goethe "Okay then, I'll just have these for myself then," Maria said cheerfully as she threw one up in the air and caught it with her mouth. It would have actually been amusing if he accepted. Oh, now this is what I wanted to hear: ominous portents from a white rodent, probably trying to lead me on a goose chase. Still, coming from him, it does sound serious. Maybe I shouldn't outright dismiss it. Let's test the waters. "Oh my!" Maria placed her hands over her cheeks in a dramatic manner. "Is Aurora City in danger? What could I possibly do, Kyubey?"</s>	<\|message\|>Chloe Hartmann Chloe shrugged noncommitally. "Don't worry about things you can't control, man. Stress is a good way to cut your lifespan short. Nowadays more than ever. Well, for humans anyway." She didn't miss the looks she had been given. Rather, she had been expecting (and had, in the past, received) far worse. Oscar's distrust wasn't totally unfounded either. "As for my plans? You've gotta be kidding me. It's real simple. If they follow me here, I'll beat them until they never come back. I don't care if the whole damned city falls down around this building. If I'm here, these walls will stay standing... But I won't stay here for long. Hiding's never done me any good." Thinking about it for a moment, she decided on a course of action. Which is to say, she picked a whim from the ether. "In fact... You can go ahead and talk to the higher ups. If ever you fellas had any plans of world domination, any buns in the oven just waiting for the bread to rise, now might just be your time. I think I'm done waiting around. You lot can join me, take advantage of me, use me, or just sit there and watch me die for all I care. Like you said, you didn't survive this long on blind faith. I've got faith that the Compact will do whatever's best for the Compact. So I hope great things will come of this. But I think the time for a good hearty offensive is coming real soon. We'll just have to see." Her little speech concluded, Chloe stepped down on her wounded leg a few times, testing different weights, before nodding, satisfied. "It's not perfect, but it'll do. Thanks Doc. Here's to seeing you alive on the other side. I'm out!" Tossing her headphones on again, she peered out a crack in the door to make sure she wasn't being followed, gave a thumbs-up to the people behind her, and darted out the door, closing it softly behind her. They would prefer she left no trace, probably, so she did her best to hide her presence until she was a little further away. After reaching a safe enough distance, Chloe breathed a sigh of relief. She was back on the streets, and away from the judgmental stares. For now, that would have to be good enough. And if she ran into anybody else, well, hopefully nobody wanted to shoot her.</s>
<\|description\|>Chloe Hartmann Age: 17 Gender: Female Appearance: Personality: Completely self-serving, anarchic and vain, Chloe seems to go where she wants, when she wants to go there, and not a minute sooner. She allies herself with anybody who seeks to overthrow the current power structure, no matter their motives or methods, and when the a revolution she was aiding succeeds, she rises up with the next group of insurgents. She has a constant lackadaisical attitude that annoys the people around her, as though she doesn't care who they are or why they're around in the first place. Whatever is going on in her head is more important to her than her interpersonal relationships, and she barely seems to remember other peoples' names. Bio: Chloe was born into a poor family on the wrong side of the tracks. Their house was constantly getting broken into and robbed, and it wasn't uncommon for her to watch her father literally fight to take back their home from squatters and gangs. This was how she spent the first ten years of her life. However, in her tenth year of life, even this routine was uprooted and taken from her, as she and her family were seized by a small upstart gang, beaten, and put to work by them. Chloe never saw her father again after that day. She and her mother lived an uneasy life, essentially as slaves for this random gang of thugs with very little power, but there was nothing that she and her mother could do, because they were powerless. On the day she met the incubator, there was no convincing that needed to happen, no goading or talks. She had a wish that she would go to any lengths to fulfill. At present, she is known to support rebellions in any form. In Aurora, she has chosen to ally herself with the Shadow Compact, since she likes the way they do business. Most people question why a magical girl would ally herself with humans to overthrow magical girl superiority, but she has never mentioned her motives even once to anybody. She enjoys living a hedonistic life without any ties to other people and without any particular direction, and she has no true friends to speak of, though she has uneasy allies and very loose acquaintances. Chloe's been at this magical girl thing for quite a while now and seems to enjoy the rhythm of it. While she knows that one day it has to end, focusing on the present is what brings her joy. Allegiance: Shadow Compact. While uneasy, she has formed a sort of partnership with the Shadow Compact. She has power, and seems hell-bent on overthrowing the rule of the current magical girl system for some reason. Many in the organisation don't like her involvement, but even they can't argue with her results in the face of their own relative powerlessness. Skills: Chloe is physically strong from all of the non-magical fighting she engages in, and the constant labour work that she never quite managed to separate herself from. Even when not powered up by magic, she is stronger than most girls her age and can hold her own against an adult in a fight. If you asked anybody else, the rest of her skillset would consist of annoying people and being mysterious. Weapons: Brass knuckles Other: Chloe isn't very quick to make friends for obvious reasons, but that doesn't necessarily mean she wants to be that way... Magical Girl Appearance: Wish: It's not known to the public. Weapons: Power Fists, great for hand to hand combat, blocking heavy attacks, and general wanton destruction. Powers: Obviously something to do with her unknown wish, but this is also unknown.</s> <\|message\|>Maria Goethe "It's okay Kyubey, you don't need to worry. Leave it to magical girl Maria to save the day!" So he's going to expect me to comb the entire city for some crazy bitches messing around with their magic...as expected of him. Though Nobles aren't directly involved I'll bet my storage of grief seeds that they're secretly backed by one. Now I'll just have to check which one of them would resort to such idiocy. "Let's check the map. That is always a good idea when investigating cities," Maria said as she smiled. She opened up a map file on her computer that she has tampered with herself to show different colors and lines on different parts of the map.</s> <\|message\|>Eponine Hassane "Adrian," Eponine said, "relay to the other search teams that before speaking with the magical girl, they are to report their position." Her reason for this was so that if the team that found her was wiped out, the rest would know where it had happened. In fact, every team she killed would leave a trail potentially pointing out her next destination. Still, as they continued to follow leads, they saw no sign of her. Eponine hoped that none of the people they had spoken to had lied. If they had, she would have to flatten their neighborhood as an example for what happened to people harboring fugitives. If there was no dishonesty, then Eponine's search cordon should be tightening slowly, and they would all either eventually meet each other in the middle with the rogue having somehow managed to slip past; or the rogue would be discovered and a fight would most likely ensue. Eponine activated her magical girl form, pulling out her warhammer, ready to activate her 'field of absolute terror' at a moment's notice.</s> <\|message\|>Chloe Hartmann Chloe didn't have to be paying much attention to realize that her time was limited. The rooftops could provide a potential out when it came to people searching for her - regular humans had trouble traversing even the narrowly packed city rooftops - but when she thought about it, what was she really going to do? Run through the city giving these folks a wild goose chase? Kill everybody involved, spawning more havoc? "...Not the worst ideas in the world, and they sound kind of fun..." But no. She had told Oscar that she was finished avoiding confrontation, and that still held true. Not that she wanted to get shot again. Her mobility was already hampered by one wounded leg. She didn't relish the idea of having to walk around town doing a handstand because of bullet holes in both legs, though again, it sounded just a little fun. Chloe transformed without any particular flair, and simply stood her ground. She was far enough away from the safehouse that nothing should be traced back to the people there, so it was time to meet her maker. As the group drew closer, her suspicions were confirmed, seeing a magical girl heading their ranks. That made sense. Five humans didn't do the job, why send anything less? The girl in front of her looked a bit younger than Chloe herself, and was wielding an impressive warhammer. She had to compliment the girl on her taste in weaponry. That wasn't a tool made for fixing things. As the girl approached, Chloe held up a massive armored hand in greeting, signaling that she didn't intend to fight. At least not right away. "Hey lady. You're the hound they sent to track me down, huh? Well, I guess you did it, so good on you. Here to take me to jail, then? Or kill me, maybe?"</s> <\|message\|>Kolya Lukoshenko Even after coming here a hundred times, Kolya was still uncomfortable in her Ladyship's private rooms. Not only was the carefully designed architecture doing its job, but the idea of invading a young woman's room just didn't sit right. Pushing the misgivings away, he strode in with an air of respect and hopefully competence. 'Good morning, my Lady.', he began, bowing his head slightly before diving right into his report. 'I have three items of interest. First off, a town in the south requires a new governor after the old administration failed to keep up with taxation. I recommend a magi be sent to oversee the area in the meantime.' Riffling though a handful of paperwork, he produced and handed over a set of forms detailing the fate of Mayor Geier, along with a list of suitable replacements. 'There was also a disturbance reported at a border post of Lady Goethe's lands, but I have it on good authority that the situation has been dealt with. More pressingly for the city, I have evidence of a build-up of UN forces to the south.' Even after the collapse of the traditional nation-state system, the UN continued to exert its authority over the remaining member states. Their activities in central Europe were limited, but a persistent thorn in Aurora's side. 'No evidence of why or what they might be doing, but I would recommend a punitive strike. My men are not capable of holding off trained soldiers, but a handful of magi could easily break their lines... My Lady.', he added, as always striving a bit too hard to remain polite.</s> <\|message\|>Eponine Hassane Eponine's eyes narrowed slightly as she stared at Chloe. She spun her hammer around and planted its head into the ground, letting go of the weapon to signify that she also had no intention to fight. She continued to stare at Chloe, seeing if dropping her guard would prompt the girl to make a preemptive strike. When no attack came, Eponine said, "Alright Adrian, take everyone and go, and tell the others to stop the search. Everything that happens from here on out is entirely my responsibility." Eponine felt that the proposition she had for Chloe was better kept secret; it wouldn't do to have too many people hear about how Maria ordered her to invite an unaffiliated magical girl to Maria's base. Eponine waited for Adrian and the others to clear off before speaking again, "I am Knight Eponine Hassane. Procedure would have me...apprehend a non-affiliate magical girl such as you. As much as I feel compelled to take you down, my lady has taken an interest in you, and I am under orders to...extend an invitation to you to come to her base so that she may speak with you personally." Eponine spoke slowly and mechanically, pausing to choose her words. Chloe's tone of voice and posture implied a carefree attitude and lack of discipline to Eponine, who felt a simplistic need to eliminate her; only her adherence to her orders prevented her from violently satiating her visceral hatred of someone she saw as an agent of chaos. "If you can confirm that you are, in fact, an unaffiliated magical girl, and that you are the one who erected an effigy using an...unused grief seed, then I will escort you to my lady immediately."</s> <\|message\|>Alice Earhart "Another poor ignorant soul down...." Alice looked at the grief seed she was holding in her left palm. There was a smile of satisfaction on her face as she had succeeded in eliminating another person who was against co-existence. The cries of pain the girl had let out was quite nice to Alice's ears. She relished in seeing her targets' suffering and striking them with her scythe while they were helpless in her cage. She drove the magical girl to the point her soul gem tainted and transforming her into a witch. Alice was surprised she had the patience to carry out such a plan. Usually she would hunt those whose soul gem were almost fully tainted but the recent target was torturing a family of normals that she felt she needed to step in and kill. Alice looked at the charred remains of the target's corpse. After dealing with the witch, she had proceeded to cut the body and burn it to a crisp with her magic. It was necessary to not leave a single trace behind just in case though Alice knew sooner or later the Authority would be tracking her down. She must not let herself be caught and get pulled into the system she detest so much. With the job done, Alice went over to the family and they cowering in fear. The family consisted of an older boy with two little girls. Alice deduced the three were probably siblings. The boy seemed to be her age when she became a magical girl. "Where are your parents?" The boy did not answer her but instead glared at her. Alice then proceeded to read his mind. The boy's mind was filled with hatred for magical girls for killing his parents and he wanted her to just go away before he decided to kill her. Alice fought back a chuckle. The boy was just like her but his idea of trying to kill her was laughable. Seeing that her job was done, she left the siblings there not caring what they do the next. Alice then cancelled her transformation and used the grief seed on her soul gem. With her soul gem pure again, Alice decided to find her next target. "Now where to next?" Wherever she go, she needed to be wary of the Authority since she heard they were on the move due to recent incident.</s>	<\|message\|>Chloe Hartmann Chloe had to think for a moment on her own intentions. "Straight into the hornet's nest, huh..." She wasn't totally set on fighting with this unknown magi, though it seemed that her prospective opponent wanted a fight, or was looking for an excuse. Maybe Chloe was just projecting. In the end, she fell back on the logic that had kept her from death or corruption: What would be the most entertaining option? "Ah, so you saw that little bit of work, did you? You guys really do have eyes and ears everywhere... Well, it was made to be found, so I'm happy it could serve its purpose. Glad you liked it. Yeah, I made that 'effigy' as you call it. And... yeah, I'm on my own. Too much responsibility otherwise, y'know? Too much stress. Surely you know what I mean." Chloe was beating around the bush, trying to get a rise out of Eponine, who, while it seemed as though she should be smoldering, seemed to have something of a stone visage. This was entertaining for the carefree girl, though it was possible she was pushing her luck just a little too far in front of this stranger she had never met. "Right... Anyway, you say your owner wants to talk to me? How unusual. I suppose it wouldn't do for you to go against orders, huh? Yeah, I'll come with. Lead on, though forgive me if I stay transformed. I don't really have any reason to trust you or any number of armed goons you might have waiting in the bleachers. Name's Chloe, by the way. Chloe Hartmann. Don't bother with a background check. I bet you won't find that name in any databases these days. The poor and the downtrodden are so often overlooked by those in power."</s>
<\|description\|>Chloe Hartmann Age: 17 Gender: Female Appearance: Personality: Completely self-serving, anarchic and vain, Chloe seems to go where she wants, when she wants to go there, and not a minute sooner. She allies herself with anybody who seeks to overthrow the current power structure, no matter their motives or methods, and when the a revolution she was aiding succeeds, she rises up with the next group of insurgents. She has a constant lackadaisical attitude that annoys the people around her, as though she doesn't care who they are or why they're around in the first place. Whatever is going on in her head is more important to her than her interpersonal relationships, and she barely seems to remember other peoples' names. Bio: Chloe was born into a poor family on the wrong side of the tracks. Their house was constantly getting broken into and robbed, and it wasn't uncommon for her to watch her father literally fight to take back their home from squatters and gangs. This was how she spent the first ten years of her life. However, in her tenth year of life, even this routine was uprooted and taken from her, as she and her family were seized by a small upstart gang, beaten, and put to work by them. Chloe never saw her father again after that day. She and her mother lived an uneasy life, essentially as slaves for this random gang of thugs with very little power, but there was nothing that she and her mother could do, because they were powerless. On the day she met the incubator, there was no convincing that needed to happen, no goading or talks. She had a wish that she would go to any lengths to fulfill. At present, she is known to support rebellions in any form. In Aurora, she has chosen to ally herself with the Shadow Compact, since she likes the way they do business. Most people question why a magical girl would ally herself with humans to overthrow magical girl superiority, but she has never mentioned her motives even once to anybody. She enjoys living a hedonistic life without any ties to other people and without any particular direction, and she has no true friends to speak of, though she has uneasy allies and very loose acquaintances. Chloe's been at this magical girl thing for quite a while now and seems to enjoy the rhythm of it. While she knows that one day it has to end, focusing on the present is what brings her joy. Allegiance: Shadow Compact. While uneasy, she has formed a sort of partnership with the Shadow Compact. She has power, and seems hell-bent on overthrowing the rule of the current magical girl system for some reason. Many in the organisation don't like her involvement, but even they can't argue with her results in the face of their own relative powerlessness. Skills: Chloe is physically strong from all of the non-magical fighting she engages in, and the constant labour work that she never quite managed to separate herself from. Even when not powered up by magic, she is stronger than most girls her age and can hold her own against an adult in a fight. If you asked anybody else, the rest of her skillset would consist of annoying people and being mysterious. Weapons: Brass knuckles Other: Chloe isn't very quick to make friends for obvious reasons, but that doesn't necessarily mean she wants to be that way... Magical Girl Appearance: Wish: It's not known to the public. Weapons: Power Fists, great for hand to hand combat, blocking heavy attacks, and general wanton destruction. Powers: Obviously something to do with her unknown wish, but this is also unknown.</s> <\|message\|>Maria Goethe "Roger," the driver answered as the two of them entered inside the jeep, followed by the vehicle speeding off towards Maria's headquarters. --- It didn't take long for a fortress-like object to come into view as the jeep slowed down and stopped before the gates, which were ornate and flowery in design. Once Eponine stepped out of the jeep the guards immediately opened the gates and saluted, not thinking twice about the girl following her as they passed through the gates and into the mansion that the walls surrounded. Maria put down the phone and sighed; she knew that Violetta was part of the law enforcement division, and thus her command could be belayed by the head of the law enforcement department, Alexandra. Other than that, she was one of the few people outside her domain she could trust with discreet matters. She remembered an incident where a cluster of Shadow Compact sympathizers were found and their hideout was burned to the ground along with the rest of them; Violetta was the one who carried out that task with her flamethrower. The sounds of screaming and the stench of burning flesh that day was something she remembers fondly. As she finished reminiscing, she realized that Kyubey, whom she was trying to pet, was gone. She didn't give much thought to the creature's disappearance, it was expected after all, before she heard the sounds of the front door opening and a pair of feet stepping inside, causing Maria to almost jump out of her wheelchair in excitement. "Fantine! Get the dining hall ready for our guests!" She shouted, and immediately headed over to the foyer to greet the two. The moment she laid her eyes on the rogue, Maria started to smile in a fiendish way, before it turned into the cutesy smile she was accustomed to holding. Aah, yes. This one is boisterous and arrogant; just the type I wished from my wild card. And if I'm not mistaken, she seems to be a friend to a certain group of "friends" too. Phase 1 is successful. Now, onto Phase 2. Maria put on a sweet and compelling voice as she spoke. "Welcome to the Goethe Estate. I am Maria Goethe, the one who has invited you here." She turned around on her wheelchair and headed to the dining hall. "Please, have a seat. Feel free to partake of any delicacies you find on the table. If you would like some tea or soft drinks, just speak the word and I'll have it served, heehee."</s> <\|message\|>Fantine Hassane Fantine bustled around, setting up the dining table, placing small dishes, exquisite teacups, and dessert forks, as well as multi-tiered trays of sweets and pastries. Eponine entered and upon noticing that Maria hadn't transformed, said, "Lady Maria, I would recommend that you be in your magical girl form for the time being." "Eponine!" Fantine shouted as she threw herself at her sister in an exuberant hug. Eponine looked down, showing the faintest of smiles, putting one arm behind Fantine's shoulder and patting her head with the other, while strategically moving so that she placed herself between Fantine and Chloe. Then Fantine went back to Maria's side to wait for additional orders, so Eponine sat down very straight at the table, standing her hammer next to her seat, and keeping an eye on Chloe.</s> <\|message\|>Chloe Hartmann Chloe felt a shiver down her spine upon meeting her first member of Auroran 'nobility.' Is this what they're all like? These government types? Scary. She wasn't very impressed with the furnishings or the building itself. It ended up being about what she was expecting. Lavish, rich. This girl had servants and underlings. This was a real life lady, with real power. Maria Goethe, she said her name was. Chloe wouldn't forget it, probably. She didn't mention a title in her introduction, which struck Chloe as odd. That either meant she was very casual and didn't care for it, or the more likely case: it was implied. Something like You don't need to know my position, except that I am far above you. Unlike Eponine, who had some nobility to her, but otherwise acted with humility, this girl was clearly putting on an act. Chloe knew from moment one that she was never going to get along with either of these people. She wanted to lash out right at that moment. If this girl was going to display her brand of power by asserting her control, Chloe desperately wanted to display her own brand of power, by destroying the things that gave the other girl power. To smash the architecture, kill some servants maybe. It didn't really matter what, but the impulse was fighting its way to the surface. Chloe had to almost literally choke it back. There were more important things for the moment. If she needed to resort to breaking stuff, then her grasp on the situation might as well be over right now. "...Fine. It's not very lady-like, so forgive me, but if you have tea, you must have simple milk, right? I'll take you up on your offer. Skip the biscuits, just milk is fine." Chloe examined the large gauntlets granted to her by remaining in her transformed state, considering reverting back for the time being. But her emotions were running wild right now, so it was possible that she couldn't revert even if she wanted to. "...In a sturdy cup, if you could." Hands built for smashing were a poor fit for priceless tea sets. Chloe couldn't help but notice a particular serving girl who was enthusiastic at Eponine's return. D'aww. Who would have thought the iron maiden could have such a close relation. A friend maybe? No, probably family. She made a mental note. If she was going to kill off some workers here, it might be prudent to avoid this particular one. It was an odd feeling, but she couldn't really shake it. If I break this girl, I will die. After resolving everything in her mind, Chloe sat down at a seat across from the one Eponine had chosen. The other girl was keeping an eye on her, and for the moment, the intention was mutual. Despite that, her eyes were focused not on Eponine, but on Maria, who posed a totally unknown level of threat. She would be a magical girl, to be sure, but she hadn't transformed. Chloe knew not her weapon, nor her power. "I'm not very good at these nobility games, if you couldn't tell, so you should probably just tell me straight out why you wanted to talk to me instead of trying to have me arrested."</s> <\|message\|>Maria Goethe Maria giggled a bit. "Oh Eponine, she is our guest, not an enemy. I'm certain if we come into a conflict of any sort, which is ludicrous to even think of as a possibility, you will be there to protect us." "Wonderful. Fantine, if you would." Maria looked over at her maid for a moment, before returning her attention back to the rogue. This could have gone a lot less smoothly if she refused to speak. Thankfully that is not the case. Straight-forward type, huh? This makes everything a lot simpler. Maria acted surprised. "Arrested? Why would I have a maker of such beautiful art arrested? No, you have a vision that shouldn't be shackled by the ignorant. The truth is, you and I are not as different as you might think. You see, I too am an artist. My canvas is Aurora, my paintbrush it's people. But my vision is also bound, locked up tight and the key thrown away by the tyranny of Alexandra, the Queen of Aurora City." Maria took a break from talking, and sipped on her tea before continuing. "She does not care for the people under her heel, for she lives only to subjugate us, and to separate us. But unlike the other Nobles who are too afraid to stand up to her oppression, I have the will to see her fall from her tower along with her supporters. I only ask if you share that will with me, and join the fight to free Aurora from her claws."</s> <\|message\|>Eponine Hassane Fantine bowed and ran off to find a suitable container for Chloe's milk. Eponine loosened up a bit once Fantine left the room, but immediately tightened up again, even started fidgeting restlessly when Maria started talking about overthrowing the Queen. Eponine wanted to speak out, to object, to remind Maria of her loyalties and the severe punishments for treason, but a few factors prevented her from doing so. The first factor was that Eponine did not want to show weakness to Chloe, nor undermine the appearance of power that Maria had; if Chloe saw Eponine contradict Maria, Chloe might think that Maria couldn't even control her own subordinates. The second factor was that it was entirely possible that Maria was playing a ruse, trying to trick Chloe into divulging some sort of information. Still, Eponine was extremely uncomfortable, and gripped the armrests of her chair tightly, her wide eyes darting back and forth between Maria and Chloe. Despite her efforts, her nervousness showed through; such expression of emotion that she had not shown in a long time. Fantine returned shortly holding a tray with a pewter beer stein and a large glass jug of cold milk. She placed the stein in front of Chloe and poured some milk out for her, before retreating back into her waiting position behind Maria's wheelchair.</s>	<\|message\|>Chloe Hartmann Chloe pondered Maria's words as carefully as she could, expressing thanks for the drink she'd been brought. "...An artist, you say? Hm. I wonder..." Maria was overestimating the significance of Chloe's random act of murder, to be sure, but her logic was still sound. And what was she saying in front of a stranger? She wanted to take down the queen of the city? Chloe's head, not quite set to spinning, wobbled and teetered dangerously off its hinges regardless. "I gotta wonder about your intentions, here, Lady. It's real nice and easy to say you want to rise up against those who oppress you, but you seem pretty comfortable here. Don't you have all these... toys, because of your position? Your devotion to the concept of 'order' and your political scheming?" Chloe took a drink to anchor her thoughts. She wasn't a philosopher, but she did believe that she was being worked right now. Still better than jail, so I'll put up with it for now. "So, say I help you take down this queen. It could be we have the same goal, if you're telling the truth. I may be stupid but I'm not a total idiot. That puts you in power, I bet. What you do at that point ain't my business and it ain't even my hobby. You can do what you want. But what's to stop me from knocking you out right afterward? That sounds like a great deal for me, like a two-for-one. But a poor deal for you. Real sad end for a budding coup, see."</s>
<\|description\|>Chloe Hartmann Age: 17 Gender: Female Appearance: Personality: Completely self-serving, anarchic and vain, Chloe seems to go where she wants, when she wants to go there, and not a minute sooner. She allies herself with anybody who seeks to overthrow the current power structure, no matter their motives or methods, and when the a revolution she was aiding succeeds, she rises up with the next group of insurgents. She has a constant lackadaisical attitude that annoys the people around her, as though she doesn't care who they are or why they're around in the first place. Whatever is going on in her head is more important to her than her interpersonal relationships, and she barely seems to remember other peoples' names. Bio: Chloe was born into a poor family on the wrong side of the tracks. Their house was constantly getting broken into and robbed, and it wasn't uncommon for her to watch her father literally fight to take back their home from squatters and gangs. This was how she spent the first ten years of her life. However, in her tenth year of life, even this routine was uprooted and taken from her, as she and her family were seized by a small upstart gang, beaten, and put to work by them. Chloe never saw her father again after that day. She and her mother lived an uneasy life, essentially as slaves for this random gang of thugs with very little power, but there was nothing that she and her mother could do, because they were powerless. On the day she met the incubator, there was no convincing that needed to happen, no goading or talks. She had a wish that she would go to any lengths to fulfill. At present, she is known to support rebellions in any form. In Aurora, she has chosen to ally herself with the Shadow Compact, since she likes the way they do business. Most people question why a magical girl would ally herself with humans to overthrow magical girl superiority, but she has never mentioned her motives even once to anybody. She enjoys living a hedonistic life without any ties to other people and without any particular direction, and she has no true friends to speak of, though she has uneasy allies and very loose acquaintances. Chloe's been at this magical girl thing for quite a while now and seems to enjoy the rhythm of it. While she knows that one day it has to end, focusing on the present is what brings her joy. Allegiance: Shadow Compact. While uneasy, she has formed a sort of partnership with the Shadow Compact. She has power, and seems hell-bent on overthrowing the rule of the current magical girl system for some reason. Many in the organisation don't like her involvement, but even they can't argue with her results in the face of their own relative powerlessness. Skills: Chloe is physically strong from all of the non-magical fighting she engages in, and the constant labour work that she never quite managed to separate herself from. Even when not powered up by magic, she is stronger than most girls her age and can hold her own against an adult in a fight. If you asked anybody else, the rest of her skillset would consist of annoying people and being mysterious. Weapons: Brass knuckles Other: Chloe isn't very quick to make friends for obvious reasons, but that doesn't necessarily mean she wants to be that way... Magical Girl Appearance: Wish: It's not known to the public. Weapons: Power Fists, great for hand to hand combat, blocking heavy attacks, and general wanton destruction. Powers: Obviously something to do with her unknown wish, but this is also unknown.</s> <\|message\|>Chloe Hartmann So is this your true form, then, Maria Goethe? Or is there something deeper still? "'Fraid you've made two mistakes, Lady. The first is assuming I care about what happens to the Compact. No sense hiding it if you already know, we have a relationship of mutual manipulation. I use them because I can't be everywhere at once, and I like the way they operate, and they use me because the strength of a magical girl is no joke, as I'm sure you know. "The second mistake is appealing to my sense of justice. I couldn't give less of a damn if the city descends into anarchy and becomes the territory of witches. Every damned human here could die for all I care. They're all garbage to begin with. You, your political struggle, the state of Aurora, Incubators, the 'law,' all of it can crumble. Me, all I want is to have fun." She took a moment to take another sip of milk, seeming oblivious to the dark aura that had engulfed the room. The balance of power had shifted dramatically, but it wasn't like Chloe was out of bargaining chips either. "I don't like being threatened, though I can't say I didn't see it coming. I'll take your threat as fair play. The truth is," Chloe continued as she stood out of her chair. Sitting was awkward for her when she was transformed, and standing just felt a little more natural. "I just want what's best for me, see. I won't ever be loyal to you, because I... I just can't. I'm not loyal to the Compact, or to Aurora or anybody but myself. That said, you," she said as she pointed to Maria, before shifting her hand and gaze to where Eponine was sitting, seeming a bit shaken by the ordeal, "and you. You're fun. It seems like interesting stuff might happen around you. And one day, if I go along with this charade, I might get to fight you guys fair. Maybe even kill you. I wouldn't be bored for like a week if that happens. Or maybe I'll die. Won't ever be bored again that way either." This was a lot of talking, more than Chloe was used to doing all at once, though it was her own fault for her rambling way of speaking to others, she knew. "So... fine. Because it's interesting, I'll let you use me in whatever game you have concocted. But I won't... can't promise loyalty. I might kill you one day. Or smash up your house. Or even betray you. There's just no other option for me. You've gotta take it or leave it, Lady. But it might do you some good to discuss that with your subordinates, they might be a bit restless with the idea."</s> <\|message\|>Violetta FitzCarraldo. (Veee oh-let-ter, not Vayyy-oh-let-ter. She gets annoyed if you mispronounce it.) The street instantly grew a few degrees colder, and Violetta tilted her head, curiously. Factories, as far as she she understood the term, were big houses to store even bigger machines in. Most of them should've been abandoned a long time ago as the raw materials that had to be supplied to them ran out. Unless there were such a thing as magical girl truckers, shipping and handling precious goods between places so the humans didn't whinge so much about not being fed all the time, but that seemed ridiculous to her. So who or what was exploding the factories? Magical girl fights? She brushed those thoughts aside, dismissing them as unimportant. This girl got on her nerves, and she could tell the reverse was true, too. She was cocky, loud, and shifted her weight between her feet like she was ready to break into irish dance at any moment. Or maybe she really was ready to fight. Vi shifted her weight, and gripped at the metal rod of her flamethrower like a drawn sword. The small light at the end flicked on, and danced in the early morning chill. From a quick glance at it, Violetta read a wind speed barely over a knot. That meant lighter winds, maybe some three or four knots, the higher you rose, and with a ranged weapon like hers, wind speeds mattered. She was still wrapped in her smoke coccoon, which was still a plus. And there was a seed in her pocket, all that was left of Michelle "Cirno" McCarthy, that was still another advantage "Nah, but thanks for the offer." She began, acting like they weren't each doing the magical girl equivalent of the showdown at high noon. "Tried it once, and it just makes you feel like you're controlling your body with a marionette. It's awful. But boss' orders are to shut it down, so i've got to do my duty like a good little government lapdog. Así es la vida."</s> <\|message\|>Maria Goethe Though Maria didn't show it on the outside, she was furious. She was outraged at the insolence of the rogue for completely defying her threats on Shadow Compact and her life and talking back to her with reckless abandon, but more than that, she was angry at herself for making a mistake like she said. It never occurred to me that a Shadow Compact agent wouldn't have any loyalty to them. Or a sense of justice for that matter. How could I have been so blind? Maria's rage started to take the forms of fantasies: they were about dragging her to the basement and torturing her, making her slowly bleed until the floor pooled with her blood. However, she managed to take a hold of herself once she remembered that she was actually willing to co-operate in a certain fashion, and Maria had a policy of not turning down the help of useful people, as loathsome as they could be. There was also the fact that Maria finally had a means of communication with Shadow Compact that was unknown to the rest of the Authority, which meant she now had as good chance as ever of actually achieving her objectives. Still, she couldn't believe how little value the rogue placed on her own life or the life of anyone else, and wondered for a moment if she was actually a witch in human form, so alien did her thinking seem to her. After a moment of sitting silent and staring at the rogue like an overweight man would look at a plate of salad, she finally spoke, in a low voice: "Take these." She called Fantine over and had her deliver two items to Chloe: a flash drive and a cellphone. She explained the items: "The cellphone is in case I need to contact you or Shadow Compact. It only has my number listed, but you can call other numbers with it too. The second item is a flash drive: it contains important data on all the territories and personnel of Aurora City with the exception of mine or my people. It also has a list of weak points: buildings, locations and the like. Attacking these weak points is sure to destabilize the government and loosen Alexandra's grip over the city. Shadow Compact would sacrifice several magical girls to get their hands on that, so treat it with care." She paused for a moment, and then said: "In return, I only ask for one thing: the name of the one who would stand up to me without fear."</s> <\|message\|>Eponine Hassane When Chloe stood up, Eponine did the same, wordlessly grabbing her hammer in preparation for a surprise attack from Chloe. All this talk of rebellion confused Eponine, and not only was tension rising between Chloe and Maria while they negotiated, Eponine felt an increased tension between herself and Maria. But when Chloe told Maria to 'discuss her plans with her restless subordinates', Eponine retorted, falling back to her default thinking, "How dare you question my loyalty to Lady Maria?!" For Eponine, it was more of an emotional release; it was so much simpler to not have to think, to fall back on habit, on programmed behavior. Of course, Eponine would have to ask Maria about it later, but for now, Eponine took comfort in her zealotry, solidarity, loyalty, ignorance, and blindness. Fantine did as commanded, while Eponine shifted from foot to foot nervously until Fantine was a good distance from Chloe. Eponine worried now more than before since Maria was actually sharing vital information with an unstable deviant, but resolved to hold her tongue until after Chloe had left. When Maria asked Chloe for her name, Eponine stared at Chloe with a look of judgment, mixed in with a slight smugness. Of course, Eponine already knew Chloe's name since she ahd told her, but Eponine wanted Chloe to say it herself as Maria had ordered. For Chloe to tell Maria to ask Eponine to tell her her name would be an act of incredible insolence that Eponine was not going to tolerate. She gripped her hammer tightly, waiting for Chloe to make that mistake and give Eponine a justifiable reason to smear her bloody corpse-paste along the estate grounds.</s> <\|message\|>Yume Fubuki At the Incubator's response, Yume felt her anger be snuffed out by shame. "You are correct. Forgive my childish temper." She now spoke quietly, shifting back into her normal form. Betraying her lingering feelings, she let out a small sigh and tucked her platinum hair up under a baseball cap. This coupled with a regular shirt and pants made her appear a young boy, something that freed her from any suspicions of being magical girl when it be dangerous to be one. That's just how she liked it. "Fly under the radar and no one will hassle you." was her continual motto. It could be dangerous for a rogue like herself in this world of nobles and their subordinates, and she had no intention of making her situation worse, what with the whole "despair" thing and all. "I'm honestly surprised to have gotten a response out of you, Kyubey." she said breezily. "Which makes me regret having wasted your time." As she started off, however, someone caught her eye. A man. Sneaking glances at her. She shuddered and turned toward him, maintaining a good distance so as not to appear threatening. "May I help you?" She asked politely.</s>	<\|message\|>Chloe Hartmann Chloe took the items from the serving girl, listening to Maria's explanation, and seeming to completely ignore Eponine's outburst. In truth, she was now more interested in the mental state of the uptight girl than the political proceedings happening in front of her, but it wasn't the right time to shift topics. It seems like her terms had been accepted after all. It was a bit of a relief that she was even still alive. Maria wasn't happy. Eponine wasn't happy. Chloe was on the fence, as usual. She'd fight against Alexandra and her law enforcement. She'd give this info to Oscar back at the safehouse. As much as it made Chloe happy to knock down buildings by herself, there was too much work to do. Work better suited to humans and their bombs. "Cooperation really is something, huh?" Chloe remarked casually, as though she was coming across some kind of revelation. Ever terrible at reading a room, she was back to her usual casual demeanor. "My name... your knight's got the priveledge of that info already... but it's Chloe. Chloe Hartmann." She scratched her head lightly with a huge steel finger. "Dunno if maybe you're overstating my accomplishments there, but whatever floats your boat. Good to be working with you. I look forward to the day you try to bump me off. Might just be the best day of my life, heh." Just a little gallows humor as she stood staring past such a dangerous situation. "I hope we can get along until then. Though I guess maybe that's just in the definition."</s>
<\|description\|>Chloe Hartmann Age: 17 Gender: Female Appearance: Personality: Completely self-serving, anarchic and vain, Chloe seems to go where she wants, when she wants to go there, and not a minute sooner. She allies herself with anybody who seeks to overthrow the current power structure, no matter their motives or methods, and when the a revolution she was aiding succeeds, she rises up with the next group of insurgents. She has a constant lackadaisical attitude that annoys the people around her, as though she doesn't care who they are or why they're around in the first place. Whatever is going on in her head is more important to her than her interpersonal relationships, and she barely seems to remember other peoples' names. Bio: Chloe was born into a poor family on the wrong side of the tracks. Their house was constantly getting broken into and robbed, and it wasn't uncommon for her to watch her father literally fight to take back their home from squatters and gangs. This was how she spent the first ten years of her life. However, in her tenth year of life, even this routine was uprooted and taken from her, as she and her family were seized by a small upstart gang, beaten, and put to work by them. Chloe never saw her father again after that day. She and her mother lived an uneasy life, essentially as slaves for this random gang of thugs with very little power, but there was nothing that she and her mother could do, because they were powerless. On the day she met the incubator, there was no convincing that needed to happen, no goading or talks. She had a wish that she would go to any lengths to fulfill. At present, she is known to support rebellions in any form. In Aurora, she has chosen to ally herself with the Shadow Compact, since she likes the way they do business. Most people question why a magical girl would ally herself with humans to overthrow magical girl superiority, but she has never mentioned her motives even once to anybody. She enjoys living a hedonistic life without any ties to other people and without any particular direction, and she has no true friends to speak of, though she has uneasy allies and very loose acquaintances. Chloe's been at this magical girl thing for quite a while now and seems to enjoy the rhythm of it. While she knows that one day it has to end, focusing on the present is what brings her joy. Allegiance: Shadow Compact. While uneasy, she has formed a sort of partnership with the Shadow Compact. She has power, and seems hell-bent on overthrowing the rule of the current magical girl system for some reason. Many in the organisation don't like her involvement, but even they can't argue with her results in the face of their own relative powerlessness. Skills: Chloe is physically strong from all of the non-magical fighting she engages in, and the constant labour work that she never quite managed to separate herself from. Even when not powered up by magic, she is stronger than most girls her age and can hold her own against an adult in a fight. If you asked anybody else, the rest of her skillset would consist of annoying people and being mysterious. Weapons: Brass knuckles Other: Chloe isn't very quick to make friends for obvious reasons, but that doesn't necessarily mean she wants to be that way... Magical Girl Appearance: Wish: It's not known to the public. Weapons: Power Fists, great for hand to hand combat, blocking heavy attacks, and general wanton destruction. Powers: Obviously something to do with her unknown wish, but this is also unknown.</s> <\|message\|>Violetta FitzCarraldo. (Veee oh-let-ter, not Vayyy-oh-let-ter. She gets annoyed if you mispronounce it.) The street instantly grew a few degrees colder, and Violetta tilted her head, curiously. Factories, as far as she she understood the term, were big houses to store even bigger machines in. Most of them should've been abandoned a long time ago as the raw materials that had to be supplied to them ran out. Unless there were such a thing as magical girl truckers, shipping and handling precious goods between places so the humans didn't whinge so much about not being fed all the time, but that seemed ridiculous to her. So who or what was exploding the factories? Magical girl fights? She brushed those thoughts aside, dismissing them as unimportant. This girl got on her nerves, and she could tell the reverse was true, too. She was cocky, loud, and shifted her weight between her feet like she was ready to break into irish dance at any moment. Or maybe she really was ready to fight. Vi shifted her weight, and gripped at the metal rod of her flamethrower like a drawn sword. The small light at the end flicked on, and danced in the early morning chill. From a quick glance at it, Violetta read a wind speed barely over a knot. That meant lighter winds, maybe some three or four knots, the higher you rose, and with a ranged weapon like hers, wind speeds mattered. She was still wrapped in her smoke coccoon, which was still a plus. And there was a seed in her pocket, all that was left of Michelle "Cirno" McCarthy, that was still another advantage "Nah, but thanks for the offer." She began, acting like they weren't each doing the magical girl equivalent of the showdown at high noon. "Tried it once, and it just makes you feel like you're controlling your body with a marionette. It's awful. But boss' orders are to shut it down, so i've got to do my duty like a good little government lapdog. Así es la vida."</s> <\|message\|>Maria Goethe Though Maria didn't show it on the outside, she was furious. She was outraged at the insolence of the rogue for completely defying her threats on Shadow Compact and her life and talking back to her with reckless abandon, but more than that, she was angry at herself for making a mistake like she said. It never occurred to me that a Shadow Compact agent wouldn't have any loyalty to them. Or a sense of justice for that matter. How could I have been so blind? Maria's rage started to take the forms of fantasies: they were about dragging her to the basement and torturing her, making her slowly bleed until the floor pooled with her blood. However, she managed to take a hold of herself once she remembered that she was actually willing to co-operate in a certain fashion, and Maria had a policy of not turning down the help of useful people, as loathsome as they could be. There was also the fact that Maria finally had a means of communication with Shadow Compact that was unknown to the rest of the Authority, which meant she now had as good chance as ever of actually achieving her objectives. Still, she couldn't believe how little value the rogue placed on her own life or the life of anyone else, and wondered for a moment if she was actually a witch in human form, so alien did her thinking seem to her. After a moment of sitting silent and staring at the rogue like an overweight man would look at a plate of salad, she finally spoke, in a low voice: "Take these." She called Fantine over and had her deliver two items to Chloe: a flash drive and a cellphone. She explained the items: "The cellphone is in case I need to contact you or Shadow Compact. It only has my number listed, but you can call other numbers with it too. The second item is a flash drive: it contains important data on all the territories and personnel of Aurora City with the exception of mine or my people. It also has a list of weak points: buildings, locations and the like. Attacking these weak points is sure to destabilize the government and loosen Alexandra's grip over the city. Shadow Compact would sacrifice several magical girls to get their hands on that, so treat it with care." She paused for a moment, and then said: "In return, I only ask for one thing: the name of the one who would stand up to me without fear."</s> <\|message\|>Eponine Hassane When Chloe stood up, Eponine did the same, wordlessly grabbing her hammer in preparation for a surprise attack from Chloe. All this talk of rebellion confused Eponine, and not only was tension rising between Chloe and Maria while they negotiated, Eponine felt an increased tension between herself and Maria. But when Chloe told Maria to 'discuss her plans with her restless subordinates', Eponine retorted, falling back to her default thinking, "How dare you question my loyalty to Lady Maria?!" For Eponine, it was more of an emotional release; it was so much simpler to not have to think, to fall back on habit, on programmed behavior. Of course, Eponine would have to ask Maria about it later, but for now, Eponine took comfort in her zealotry, solidarity, loyalty, ignorance, and blindness. Fantine did as commanded, while Eponine shifted from foot to foot nervously until Fantine was a good distance from Chloe. Eponine worried now more than before since Maria was actually sharing vital information with an unstable deviant, but resolved to hold her tongue until after Chloe had left. When Maria asked Chloe for her name, Eponine stared at Chloe with a look of judgment, mixed in with a slight smugness. Of course, Eponine already knew Chloe's name since she ahd told her, but Eponine wanted Chloe to say it herself as Maria had ordered. For Chloe to tell Maria to ask Eponine to tell her her name would be an act of incredible insolence that Eponine was not going to tolerate. She gripped her hammer tightly, waiting for Chloe to make that mistake and give Eponine a justifiable reason to smear her bloody corpse-paste along the estate grounds.</s> <\|message\|>Yume Fubuki At the Incubator's response, Yume felt her anger be snuffed out by shame. "You are correct. Forgive my childish temper." She now spoke quietly, shifting back into her normal form. Betraying her lingering feelings, she let out a small sigh and tucked her platinum hair up under a baseball cap. This coupled with a regular shirt and pants made her appear a young boy, something that freed her from any suspicions of being magical girl when it be dangerous to be one. That's just how she liked it. "Fly under the radar and no one will hassle you." was her continual motto. It could be dangerous for a rogue like herself in this world of nobles and their subordinates, and she had no intention of making her situation worse, what with the whole "despair" thing and all. "I'm honestly surprised to have gotten a response out of you, Kyubey." she said breezily. "Which makes me regret having wasted your time." As she started off, however, someone caught her eye. A man. Sneaking glances at her. She shuddered and turned toward him, maintaining a good distance so as not to appear threatening. "May I help you?" She asked politely.</s> <\|message\|>Chloe Hartmann Chloe took the items from the serving girl, listening to Maria's explanation, and seeming to completely ignore Eponine's outburst. In truth, she was now more interested in the mental state of the uptight girl than the political proceedings happening in front of her, but it wasn't the right time to shift topics. It seems like her terms had been accepted after all. It was a bit of a relief that she was even still alive. Maria wasn't happy. Eponine wasn't happy. Chloe was on the fence, as usual. She'd fight against Alexandra and her law enforcement. She'd give this info to Oscar back at the safehouse. As much as it made Chloe happy to knock down buildings by herself, there was too much work to do. Work better suited to humans and their bombs. "Cooperation really is something, huh?" Chloe remarked casually, as though she was coming across some kind of revelation. Ever terrible at reading a room, she was back to her usual casual demeanor. "My name... your knight's got the priveledge of that info already... but it's Chloe. Chloe Hartmann." She scratched her head lightly with a huge steel finger. "Dunno if maybe you're overstating my accomplishments there, but whatever floats your boat. Good to be working with you. I look forward to the day you try to bump me off. Might just be the best day of my life, heh." Just a little gallows humor as she stood staring past such a dangerous situation. "I hope we can get along until then. Though I guess maybe that's just in the definition."</s> <\|message\|>Maria Goethe There was a moment where Maria was starting to lose her cool and turn uneasy, feeling like she has lost control of the situation. However, the moment Eponine defended her Maria once again felt relaxed and reassured. She definitely needed to consult the recent turn of events with her once the rogue left, not only to secure her loyalty, but also to clear her own feelings on the matter. Though she had planned for this to happen, having it actually happen is a completely different thing, and something she also needed to cope with. Feeling like the situation was in her grasp again, Maria returned back to her cheery self, like her previous episode was just a dream. For a moment, she thought of rewarding Chloe with a chance to leave the city once she has become queen, but knew that it would be pointless, and there was nothing she could do to avert their eventual confrontation. She smiled. "Chloe Hartmann...let's do our best together." She then turned around on her wheelchair, not wanting to see her face for a moment longer. "You may now leave," she said, and made a call to confirm that order to the guards at the gate outside.</s>	<\|message\|>Chloe Hartmann Chloe nodded. Their business was finally concluded. She didn't say another word, smart enough to realize that was probably the best course of action in the tense room. Her self-defense instinct told her than any wasted words might chip away at her life. Instead, she turned and left the room, leaving the other two magi alone to discuss what would surely be some sort of plot. But that, as she had told Maria, was not any of Chloe's business. She knew these political types enough to know they were never trustworthy, but Chloe herself was just as bad, if not worse. Chloe had never met a predictable magical girl. The guards at the gate had been told of her arrival, and she waved jovially to a few who were standing stiff, their fingers on the triggers of their guns. Now free and uncaring as she was of being followed, she reverted back to human form and grasped her soul gem tightly in her hands. She would need a grief seed, and soon. But for now, she had a delivery to make. Knocking on the door of the safehouse she had so recently left, she forced her way in the door after giving all the proper safe words and planted the items she had received on the table. "Brought you a gift, to solidify a new friendship. Up for a little sabotage?"</s>
<\|description\|>Chloe Hartmann Age: 17 Gender: Female Appearance: Personality: Completely self-serving, anarchic and vain, Chloe seems to go where she wants, when she wants to go there, and not a minute sooner. She allies herself with anybody who seeks to overthrow the current power structure, no matter their motives or methods, and when the a revolution she was aiding succeeds, she rises up with the next group of insurgents. She has a constant lackadaisical attitude that annoys the people around her, as though she doesn't care who they are or why they're around in the first place. Whatever is going on in her head is more important to her than her interpersonal relationships, and she barely seems to remember other peoples' names. Bio: Chloe was born into a poor family on the wrong side of the tracks. Their house was constantly getting broken into and robbed, and it wasn't uncommon for her to watch her father literally fight to take back their home from squatters and gangs. This was how she spent the first ten years of her life. However, in her tenth year of life, even this routine was uprooted and taken from her, as she and her family were seized by a small upstart gang, beaten, and put to work by them. Chloe never saw her father again after that day. She and her mother lived an uneasy life, essentially as slaves for this random gang of thugs with very little power, but there was nothing that she and her mother could do, because they were powerless. On the day she met the incubator, there was no convincing that needed to happen, no goading or talks. She had a wish that she would go to any lengths to fulfill. At present, she is known to support rebellions in any form. In Aurora, she has chosen to ally herself with the Shadow Compact, since she likes the way they do business. Most people question why a magical girl would ally herself with humans to overthrow magical girl superiority, but she has never mentioned her motives even once to anybody. She enjoys living a hedonistic life without any ties to other people and without any particular direction, and she has no true friends to speak of, though she has uneasy allies and very loose acquaintances. Chloe's been at this magical girl thing for quite a while now and seems to enjoy the rhythm of it. While she knows that one day it has to end, focusing on the present is what brings her joy. Allegiance: Shadow Compact. While uneasy, she has formed a sort of partnership with the Shadow Compact. She has power, and seems hell-bent on overthrowing the rule of the current magical girl system for some reason. Many in the organisation don't like her involvement, but even they can't argue with her results in the face of their own relative powerlessness. Skills: Chloe is physically strong from all of the non-magical fighting she engages in, and the constant labour work that she never quite managed to separate herself from. Even when not powered up by magic, she is stronger than most girls her age and can hold her own against an adult in a fight. If you asked anybody else, the rest of her skillset would consist of annoying people and being mysterious. Weapons: Brass knuckles Other: Chloe isn't very quick to make friends for obvious reasons, but that doesn't necessarily mean she wants to be that way... Magical Girl Appearance: Wish: It's not known to the public. Weapons: Power Fists, great for hand to hand combat, blocking heavy attacks, and general wanton destruction. Powers: Obviously something to do with her unknown wish, but this is also unknown.</s> <\|message\|>Violetta FitzCarraldo. (Veee oh-let-ter, not Vayyy-oh-let-ter. She gets annoyed if you mispronounce it.) Mistake, please ignore.</s> <\|message\|>Maria Goethe While Maria did expect some kind of reactionary action or word from Eponine once the rogue left, she didn't expect that. She must have also kept a pent up anger inside her during the entire duration of the meeting, which was understandable given her newly-met acquaintance. While in a normal situation she would have scolded her of acting so violently inside the house and demanded she would go hunt some witch seeds or otherwise recompense, there was a more pressing subject at hand. Besides, she was also close to throwing her tea cup at the wall at some parts of the conversation. Did she bite her tongue? She is not as devoid of emotion as I assumed of her, then. "I will be lenient this time and forgive you for your act of transgression," Maria said. At this point, she didn't mind if the entire mansion crumbled, since she would be moving up into a much better building soon. "But there is something that troubles you. Could it be related to the discussion I had with the rogue? You seemed uncomfortable during it."</s> <\|message\|>Eponine Hassane "Your clemency is more than I deserve," Eponine replied. When Maria asked what was troubling her, Eponine looked away for a bit, then looked back, "My lady spoke of rebelling against the queen and conspiring with Shadow Compact. With all due respect, that is an act of treason. Ever since you took me on as your knight, I have served you and Aurora with utmost loyalty to preserve our fragile peace and the rule of law. Given your position ad rule, I never suspected you would harbor such thoughts. I am...conflicted. To you I owe much, but how much of what I owe you do I also owe to Aurora and the order it symbolizes?"</s> <\|message\|>Maria Goethe Maria's voice turned pleasing and comforting as she spoke. "Oh Eponine, I understand how you feel," she said, and with her magic, slowly rose into the the air from her wheelchair. She floated slowly towards Eponine and then around her like an angel without wings. " But I must take this drastic measure to preserve peace in Aurora. Alexandra is too vacuous to rule her. She simply twiddles her thumbs and acts like a figurehead while the neighboring cities and nations gain in warriors and land, ultimately bringing war and suffering to Aurora and its people too. Were I to become queen, I would bring order to Aurora and all of those lands, until the entire world is in eternal peace and rest. She now stopped and caressed her cheek as she floated before her. "Don't you remember the dream we had, my dear Eponine?" She then whispered into her ear: "A world of absolute order. We can achieve that, you need only to believe in me and we will have it, together."</s> <\|message\|>Alice Earhart Something clicked in Alice's mind telling her to stop what she was doing. Her head started to hurt a bit but Alice pretended it was nothing so that Violetta did not notice it. She was about ready to activate her scythe when the pain started getting worst. She moved her hand away from her necklace and the pain started to subside. Just what was that? It was like...I was trying to stop myself. That's right. This can be solved peacefully. All I need to do is lead her to that abandoned lab. If anything happens, then I will activate scythe...yes, I will do that Alice took a deep breath in and let it out to calm herself down. If I had activated my scythe, it would to a battle which can be avoided. There was no need for pointless violence. Alice recalled her dislike for pointless violence and scolded herself for giving in too early to her thirst for battle. However, she would just remain transformed in case she needed to bail quickly as she knew Violetta was probably not alone and her allies could just come rushing in with just a call from her cellphone. Alice then giggled at the other girl for admitting herself being a dog of the Authority. The other girl had a sense of humour...maybe there was no need for a fight...maybe. Alice then crossed her arms. "Since I'm a such a good citizen, I will help you fulfil your role as a government dog by leading you to something I found some days ago. It was something I never seen before. The place was deserted when I found it so I'm not sure if its what you are looking for. Follow me if you want to check it for yourself." Alice then jumped onto a building roof. She looked down at Violetta. "We will take the scenic route aka jumping over rooftops." She then went on her way to the place she found the lab.</s> <\|message\|>Violetta FitzCarraldo. (Veee oh-let-ter, not Vayyy-oh-let-ter. She gets annoyed if you mispronounce it.) Well. That was anticlimactic. Violetta had something on the order of fifteen battle plans and was already working on the sixteenth, most of which involved abusing her powers for fun and profit and stalling until her reinforcements arrived. But to win without fighting was the greatest victory, and the girl had decided to come quietly, after all. What was the term again? "Help the Valkyries with their inquiries?" Violetta idly scratched at herself with the tip of her flamethrower, and took a few leaps up the building. The concrete bent and left footprints for her as she passed by it. If she'd wanted to, and didn't care about leaving a trail, she could've walked up the wall. But she took leaps up, perching on windowsills and glazing bars, careful not to use too much of the supernatural power that fueled most magical girls. Up above, the air was smoky, and almost dingier then the floor. A billion fumes and gases leaked out here, before mixing in with the wind and drifting somewhere far away where they could cause some other natural disaster. She dismissed her weapon, out of fear that it might start a chemical fire, and turned to her companion. For now, she seemed... Accepting. She'd guessed that the whole "anti-authoritarian" palaver had worked. The only girls who survived for long were lone wolves, and people like that were easier to manipulate. All you needed to do was convince them that what you wanted them to do was somehow hurting da man. Even if da man said that, they bought it. And in this case, da man was one Crown princess Alexandria Hertz. "Well?" She began, once she'd caught up. "Lead the way, Missus...?"</s> <\|message\|>Alice Earhart book of bad juju Alice nodded and led the way.She had purposely chosen the 'jumping on rooftops' route as it would take a longer time to get to the site. She would get there faster on the ground since she was familiar with the roads and knew certain short cuts. However, she wanted to talk to Violetta and Alice knew once the both of them reached the site, Violetta would be too busy snooping around to have a decent talk. The talk they had before could not be considered as one since it was more like a showdown with words which could have escalated to fight. While still jumping and running along the building rooftops, Alice turned to the blonde girl. "So...what's your story, Violetta? Why are you with the Authority and a magical girl?" It was just a simple question to start the conversation. Eventually, Alice would ask Violetta a question related to her true goal of co-existence. She needed to see if the other girl would at least open up a little so she could guess where she stood. If Violetta was opposed to the idea of co-existing with the normals, then Alice would have to decide to finish her off or not at the lab. However, Alice would rather not resort to that. "Sorry, if I suddenly asked. It's just been a while since I met another magical girl....you know...yeah."</s> <\|message\|>Violetta FitzCarraldo. (Veee oh-let-ter, not Vayyy-oh-let-ter. She gets annoyed if you mispronounce it.) Half a dozen alarm bells went off in Violetta's head as the other girl chose that moment on the rooftops to start a conversation. It would've been so much easier to use the streets, where the wind didn't get in your ears and make you miss half the conversation. Why had she decided to talk then? Was this a trap? There was no real way out of it, she realized, without talking about herself. And she wanted to avoid that at all costs, but the alternative was offending a teenage girl whose petty doubts and worries were amplified with alien science from the far future. Whatever happened wouldn't be solved with a heart-to-heart on the opposite sides of a bathroom stall, not here. But between the devil and the deep blue sea, the only real option she had was to be as vague as possible. She stepped on an old brick chimmeny, on the face of it to gather her thoughts, and pushed away again. "My parents died when I was pretty young, around when I contracted." That seemed vague enough. No reason to tell her the whole truth, after all. "And they always said I had relatives in Germany. After that, I just kinda tried to find myself, y'know?" With any luck, she didn't. "And then I got something useful where I can be ignored 'till I fall into despair." She paused, circling an old antenna dish, and went on. "What about you, mystery girl? You haven't even told me who you are. The authority might even have a file on you."</s>	<\|message\|>Chloe Hartmann Chloe shrugged at the man's apology. "Nah, I'd doubt me too. You were in the right. But my stance hasn't changed. You guys can do you and I'll do me, and as long as our goals are the same, we'll make strides together." Was she just bashful? In truth, things like compliments and apologies didn't sit well with her. She had been reviled her whole life, after all. Sudden changes in tone like this caught her off guard. "Anyway, that's all I wanted. I'll be off again. If my contact needs your help, I'll be in touch again, but I'm sure y'all can handle yourselves with that information. I look forward to seeing some fireworks before long. Good luck, fellas." With a brief wave, Chloe threw her headphones back on, streaming sound into her brain with great force, and drowning out the world around her as she left. She was tired from the day's events so far, but at the same time, it wasn't like she had any particular place to go. The 'home' she had set up was quite a ways away, and it wasn't much more than an abandoned, bloodstained warehouse in the first place. When it came to sleep, anywhere would do. She knew of a park nearby that had a few trees; if nobody was around, that would do nicely. The weather was clear enough, for now at least. After some time walking, however, she was disappointed to see that somebody was, in fact, there. Making a disappointed noise under her breath, she was about to turn away, but something about this girl caught her eye. And the smell around her was unmistakeable. There had been a witch around here, and this was a Magical Girl. Chloe had had just about enough of her own ilk for one day, but something inside her head demanded she engage this girl. It was an impulse that would not have made sense or had any purchase with anybody else, but to Chloe, this was just the natural order. "Hullo miss. I couldn't help but notice you sitting there all by your lonesome. You'll get eaten up by witches if you stay out too late, you know."</s>
<\|description\|>Chloe Hartmann Age: 17 Gender: Female Appearance: Personality: Completely self-serving, anarchic and vain, Chloe seems to go where she wants, when she wants to go there, and not a minute sooner. She allies herself with anybody who seeks to overthrow the current power structure, no matter their motives or methods, and when the a revolution she was aiding succeeds, she rises up with the next group of insurgents. She has a constant lackadaisical attitude that annoys the people around her, as though she doesn't care who they are or why they're around in the first place. Whatever is going on in her head is more important to her than her interpersonal relationships, and she barely seems to remember other peoples' names. Bio: Chloe was born into a poor family on the wrong side of the tracks. Their house was constantly getting broken into and robbed, and it wasn't uncommon for her to watch her father literally fight to take back their home from squatters and gangs. This was how she spent the first ten years of her life. However, in her tenth year of life, even this routine was uprooted and taken from her, as she and her family were seized by a small upstart gang, beaten, and put to work by them. Chloe never saw her father again after that day. She and her mother lived an uneasy life, essentially as slaves for this random gang of thugs with very little power, but there was nothing that she and her mother could do, because they were powerless. On the day she met the incubator, there was no convincing that needed to happen, no goading or talks. She had a wish that she would go to any lengths to fulfill. At present, she is known to support rebellions in any form. In Aurora, she has chosen to ally herself with the Shadow Compact, since she likes the way they do business. Most people question why a magical girl would ally herself with humans to overthrow magical girl superiority, but she has never mentioned her motives even once to anybody. She enjoys living a hedonistic life without any ties to other people and without any particular direction, and she has no true friends to speak of, though she has uneasy allies and very loose acquaintances. Chloe's been at this magical girl thing for quite a while now and seems to enjoy the rhythm of it. While she knows that one day it has to end, focusing on the present is what brings her joy. Allegiance: Shadow Compact. While uneasy, she has formed a sort of partnership with the Shadow Compact. She has power, and seems hell-bent on overthrowing the rule of the current magical girl system for some reason. Many in the organisation don't like her involvement, but even they can't argue with her results in the face of their own relative powerlessness. Skills: Chloe is physically strong from all of the non-magical fighting she engages in, and the constant labour work that she never quite managed to separate herself from. Even when not powered up by magic, she is stronger than most girls her age and can hold her own against an adult in a fight. If you asked anybody else, the rest of her skillset would consist of annoying people and being mysterious. Weapons: Brass knuckles Other: Chloe isn't very quick to make friends for obvious reasons, but that doesn't necessarily mean she wants to be that way... Magical Girl Appearance: Wish: It's not known to the public. Weapons: Power Fists, great for hand to hand combat, blocking heavy attacks, and general wanton destruction. Powers: Obviously something to do with her unknown wish, but this is also unknown.</s> <\|message\|>Eponine Hassane "I understand, my Lady," Fantine said and bowed slightly as Maria left. book of bad juju Eponine looked up at Violetta, and spoke, in a dry, robotic tone that sounded almost as monotonous and boring as an end-user license agreement, "I hope my presence is not taken as insult. My Lady merely lost contact with one of her operatives namely you; and as is common procedure, sent someone to investigate, namely myself. Though now that your safety has been determined, and you have also expressed confidence in completing the mission on your own, I do not wish to leave the barrier as I would personally rather not have to go through that inverted forest again, so if it's all the same to you, I will aid you in taking down this witch, which I believe is the fastest way to get us both out of this labyrinth. You can keep the grief seed, I will simply report to my Lady that you are well and in process of completing your mission." Eponine stood back up, having almost completely healed, though she did pop her neck in an unsettling manner.</s> <\|message\|>Violetta FitzCarraldo. (Veee oh-let-ter, not Vayyy-oh-let-ter. She gets annoyed if you mispronounce it.) Violetta jumped down onto the ceiling, and glared at the other girl while the bi- the Hellhound launched into her prepared shtick about what she was sent to do. She listened with half an ear, not even deigning to give the girl her full attention. The edges of the rooms were covered with work posters, half obscured with the darkness. The only real light in the room had been the hole in the window she'd freed up, filling the room with a single beam which little clouds of dust danced and made little words in the clouds. She tried to read one, but it vanished and changed as soon as she made sense of it. Witch logic. A little pop brought her attention back to the girl blending in to the darkness. She stifled a grin, trying to stop the joke about not being able to see her in the dark, and tried to keep a straight face while she briefed her. "Well, fine. Just so long as you don't try to stab me in the back. Oh, and just so you know, there's a magical girl in the labyrinth the boss wants dead. Try to take her down, silent-like, if you can. Blonde, purple dress. Should stick out like a sore thumb around these parts."</s> <\|message\|>Alexandra Hertz book of bad juju@Stern Algorithm@TrixyTrix The wait that had gone by unbidden was now over, and all those currently inside the Witches Barrier would soon notice as Familiars began to appear. They were drawn to the magical energy given off by the various girls when they were in their current form, though returning to simple human would act as a disguise. But at the same time though, it would obviously make them less able o defend themselves if they were to be attacked. White snow bunnies hopped along, almost cute if it weren't for the razor fangs and glowing red eyes. Their form seemed uncertain though, shifting and shimmering in the light, making it difficult to tell exactly where they were in this whole mess of white and ice, though not impossible by any means. So they arrived, hopping along the ceiling and moving towards the three girls that had dared to intrude, even if one of them was directly responsible for the formation of the Witch in the first place. The time to talk was over. If they wanted to survive this experience, they would have to fight. And even now, the Witch had yet to enter into her full glory.</s> <\|message\|>Eponine Hassane "Another magical girl?" Eponine asked. "I was not informed of this. My Lady said that this was simply a recon mission. Did my Lady specifically order this magical girl destroyed, or is this a result of your own judgment? Did she pose a threat to you, or is she perhaps connected to the location of interest in some way?" A rabbit familiar leapt at Eponine, who flourished her hammer and loudly pounded the familiar into a bloody pulp in the ceiling. She turned to Violetta, "Also, I don't do 'silent-like'."</s> <\|message\|>Violetta FitzCarraldo. (Veee oh-let-ter, not Vayyy-oh-let-ter. She gets annoyed if you mispronounce it.) Algorithm Was that a joke? It was so hard to tell, in the darkness. Violetta blinked, unsure of what exactly to say. Then her brain came up with something good. "She attacked an officer of Aurora City Authority." she began, gesturing vaguely to her hip. There was nothing there, between all the waiting, but it got a point across. "Assault on an officer of the ACA, Resisting Arrest, Conspiracy to Commit Criminal acts, Unauthorized Invocation of Witches..." She went on, the capital letters slotting easily into place. They had a magic all of their own. They could make you believe what you thought was wrong. She counted on her fingers, trying to sell the lie. "Attempting to deceive an ACA agent in the Execution of their Duties- these aren't petty crimes. We cannot allow such things to be done against the Lady's name, entendido?"</s> <\|message\|>Eponine Hassane Eponine did not mean her question accusatorily, she merely wished to resolve the information discrepancy. "Understood. Such a criminal should be brought down at once." Eponine sighed, she'd had enough dealing with rogues for one day. "Were you able to ascertain her affiliation, if any? You also mentioned Unauthorized Invocation, so she was responsible for this witch?" Eponine asked this just to connect the pieces, though to someone who was lying, it may have come off as if she were questioning the validity of the statement. The rabbit familiars kept coming, so Eponine assumed her default formation as frontline tank, using her powerful melee and defensive magic to stave off enemies, while allowing Violetta to do ranged area control.</s> <\|message\|>Chloe Hartmann Chloe pursed her lips, looking up in the sky with her hands in her pockets. "Destiny, huh..." It was a question she had to think about, and that made her anxious. After everything that had happened today, she had out herself in a valuable, if dangerous, position. Was that destiny? Or luck? "Nah, I suppose you're right. Destiny's just made up." The only acceptable conclusion was that Chloe reached her position through skill, intuition and hard work. Everything else was just passing the buck. "So, that brings us back to my original question. I dunno who you are, and that's dangerous. Haven't even told me your name yet, and that's just rude. I feel like you're just jerking me around. I don't like that much. Been jerked around enough today. And now I'm tired and frustrated. Need a stress relief." Chloe's sentences got shorter and more terse as she continued speaking, and her muscles tensed in her arms. It wasn't visible, but she was gripping the brass knuckles in her pockets tightly, squeezing them like a stress ball as she worked herself up. She wasn't even that angry at this stranger, but something inside her had shifted gears, putting her in 'fight mode.' "You've admitted that you're a magi, so that means you won't die if I hit you, right? Right?" With a dull flash, she pulled her hands out of her pockets, her brass knuckles turning into her signature giant magical fists, and her headphones shined with a dull light that signified their transformation as well as she changed fully into magical girl form. With her huge hands, she pointed a finger at the girl in front of her. "I'm nice enough to wait for you to transform today, so consider yourself lucky. In exchange, if I beat you, you're gonna tell me who you are... or else I'll kill you."</s> <\|message\|>Violetta FitzCarraldo. (Veee oh-let-ter, not Vayyy-oh-let-ter. She gets annoyed if you mispronounce it.) Algorithm The shifty white blob things were pouring into the building, and the conversation was cut short by the Hellhound turning and pounding a rabbit into so much veal mince. Good thing, too, because Violetta had already drawn her weapon in order to teach the annoyingly curious girl a lesson. Her little pre-act of anger was hidden in all the rush, and presumably the other girl had just assumed she'd pulled it out to fight. And all the better, because now there was a whole bunch of punching bags to take her anger out on. Humans were boring to kill. They screamed, and ran away at the slightest little burn, and the smell always made her hungry. Even witches rarely did more then sit still and throw stuff. She grinned, the fire dancing behind her eyes already, glancing around the room, and taking stock of sightlines. Screw ranged combat. She took a pose like a sprinter at a marathon, and charged. She went at a cluster of the things, staying low, her arms cradling her weapon of choice as it spewed out a spray of hellfire to her right. For a moment, it caught the shaft of light, turning the globules into a greasy oil-slick rainbow in the sky, before the pilot light stole the greens and blues, leaving only the red greasy fire. Violetta slid across the inverted ceiling, knocking out a cluster of the hideous things without even slowing down. That was important. You slowed down and you died. She hit the wall, and bounced off it, repeating her maneuver from earlier.</s> <\|message\|>Yume Fubuki Yume merely shrugged and transformed, a long white and pink dress flowing from her chest down to the hem and replacing her regular clothes. She summoned her main axe and propped the handle on her shoulder before speaking. "Very well then. If you want a fight, than a fight you shall have." She let her eyelids drop into a lazy, carefree position that matched her smile. "You could have just asked for my name, you know. But since you seem insistent on this outcome, I'll save that for later." "'Nice enough', what a joke."</s> <\|message\|>Eponine Hassane Eponine saw Violetta dash forward in a furious frenzy of flame, completely disregarding the team combat set-up that Eponine had intended to prepare. Eponine had hoped that they could push through these familiars together, but Violetta blazed ahead by herself, leaving Eponine to slowly golf the familiars around her away from herself. Eponine tried to run after the scorching trail that Violetta had burned out but more familiars kept piling in, closing the path between Eponine and Violetta. One of the rabbit familiars lunged at Eponine, but given the danger of thesituation, her force-field was already active, so the rabbit simply bounced off. Eponine continued to walk forward, hoping that they would reach the witch soon, swatting away familiars that stood in her way, muttering "reject" to activate the force-field wrapped around her hammer in order to launch familiars that came in contact with it away at tremendous force. She was severely irked by Violetta's lack of cooperation.</s>	<\|message\|>Chloe Hartmann 'If you want a fight,' she says. No doubt about it, this girl's passive nature had a way of getting under Chloe's skin. It wasn't that she wanted to kill her or anything, it was simply that she had grown bored, and fighting was fun. Even if Chloe was at risk of death in this fight, boredom was its own death to a certain class of being. Without another word, Chloe cracked a wide grin and slammed her fists onto the ground, using the force to aid a forward lunge at faster than normal speed. Before closing the distance between the two of them, she extended her hands forward, fingers outsretched, aiming for the other girl's weapon, which seemed to be a large axe. Weapons like that were a threat to a fistfighter like Chloe, but if she could get her hands on it, they would be on more even ground. If she could grab hold of the girl's weapon or even her weapon-arm, things would follow from there, and it would be exceedingly difficult to stop Chloe's momentum from that point. And speaking of momentum, if her lunge was blocked, the force should be enough to drive the girl backwards or perhaps knock her off balance.</s>
<\|description\|>Chloe Hartmann Age: 17 Gender: Female Appearance: Personality: Completely self-serving, anarchic and vain, Chloe seems to go where she wants, when she wants to go there, and not a minute sooner. She allies herself with anybody who seeks to overthrow the current power structure, no matter their motives or methods, and when the a revolution she was aiding succeeds, she rises up with the next group of insurgents. She has a constant lackadaisical attitude that annoys the people around her, as though she doesn't care who they are or why they're around in the first place. Whatever is going on in her head is more important to her than her interpersonal relationships, and she barely seems to remember other peoples' names. Bio: Chloe was born into a poor family on the wrong side of the tracks. Their house was constantly getting broken into and robbed, and it wasn't uncommon for her to watch her father literally fight to take back their home from squatters and gangs. This was how she spent the first ten years of her life. However, in her tenth year of life, even this routine was uprooted and taken from her, as she and her family were seized by a small upstart gang, beaten, and put to work by them. Chloe never saw her father again after that day. She and her mother lived an uneasy life, essentially as slaves for this random gang of thugs with very little power, but there was nothing that she and her mother could do, because they were powerless. On the day she met the incubator, there was no convincing that needed to happen, no goading or talks. She had a wish that she would go to any lengths to fulfill. At present, she is known to support rebellions in any form. In Aurora, she has chosen to ally herself with the Shadow Compact, since she likes the way they do business. Most people question why a magical girl would ally herself with humans to overthrow magical girl superiority, but she has never mentioned her motives even once to anybody. She enjoys living a hedonistic life without any ties to other people and without any particular direction, and she has no true friends to speak of, though she has uneasy allies and very loose acquaintances. Chloe's been at this magical girl thing for quite a while now and seems to enjoy the rhythm of it. While she knows that one day it has to end, focusing on the present is what brings her joy. Allegiance: Shadow Compact. While uneasy, she has formed a sort of partnership with the Shadow Compact. She has power, and seems hell-bent on overthrowing the rule of the current magical girl system for some reason. Many in the organisation don't like her involvement, but even they can't argue with her results in the face of their own relative powerlessness. Skills: Chloe is physically strong from all of the non-magical fighting she engages in, and the constant labour work that she never quite managed to separate herself from. Even when not powered up by magic, she is stronger than most girls her age and can hold her own against an adult in a fight. If you asked anybody else, the rest of her skillset would consist of annoying people and being mysterious. Weapons: Brass knuckles Other: Chloe isn't very quick to make friends for obvious reasons, but that doesn't necessarily mean she wants to be that way... Magical Girl Appearance: Wish: It's not known to the public. Weapons: Power Fists, great for hand to hand combat, blocking heavy attacks, and general wanton destruction. Powers: Obviously something to do with her unknown wish, but this is also unknown.</s> <\|message\|>Alexandra Hertz Algorithm@The book of bad juju The inside of the factory became a maelstrom of fire and combat as Violetta cut lose with her flamethrower, sending gouts of fire about. With her and Eponine working together, ostensibly even though there was no sign of it, these familiars didn't stand a chance. All they had going for them was their numbers, and that didn't mean much in the fact of what was being thrown at them. Soon enough the Familiars had been burned out or destroyed, leaving the two in the on fire factory. The sound of creaking metal could be heard as fire licked at it. Even with the foes gone, they didn't seem to be out of danger just yet. And if they wanted to get out, or to find the Witch, they would have no choice but to move on from this factory and back into the dazzlingly twisted, snowy labyrinth. --- Time passed by relatively undisturbed for Maria once she had finished her meeting with Chloe, having come a step closer to furthering her plans for eventual rule. If there was a conflict or fight she would hear of it, and in the meanwhile she would be merely forced to wait for some news from Eponine, if her subordinate was in a position where she could give it. For now though, the time of the month that she most likely hated rolled around. Specifically, that point where she would have to make the trek to the center of the city and Alexandra's base of operations, to pay tax from the Grief Seeds she had collected from her territory to her ruler. Much as she might despise it, it was a duty she had to fulfill. And she would have to get a move on soon if she wanted to make it in a timely fashion. Being late could be taken as an insult, which would not do well for her if she was trying to keep her head down until the time for her coup came. But in the end that was her decision.</s> <\|message\|>Maria Goethe Water splashed in a sizable tub as Maria was taking a relaxing foam bath. She was thinking about what she spoke with Fantine, and made bubbles. She realized she went a bit overboard with showcasing her powers since she made quite a mess of herself, but she assured herself it was good for keeping discipline. Fantine has been a while in the household, but she hasn't really seen the extent of her magical powers until now. She lifted her leg, and sighed. After she was done, Maria had her clothing fly out of the drawers and cupboards, and dressed herself in a fashion reminiscent of a transformation sequence, her dress and socks flying into place without a moment's reprieve. She went to the basement, and beyond the grotesque "Playroom" and jail cells was a sturdy door. Maria placed her hand on a scanner, typed in the password, and the door opened to reveal a storage room containing rows of crates. A black sun was marked on the sides of the crates. We've fallen back a bit on the quota, so that makes only 3 or so possible deliveries before I've run out. But it won't matter in the long run, of course. I have just enough to make my dreams reality. With a flick of her fingers, many rows of crates started to float, led on by her finger as she rolled out of the basement and outside, where pick-up trucks were waiting along with their drivers and the guards, who saluted in sync once they spotted her coming. She placed the crates inside the vehicles, and had herself and her wheelchair moved into the green van at the front, which was accessorized and rich-looking. "To Alexandra's tower," She commanded the driver.</s> <\|message\|>Violetta FitzCarraldo. (Veee oh-let-ter, not Vayyy-oh-let-ter. She gets annoyed if you mispronounce it.) She bounced and bounced and bounced for a while before she noticed the area was considerably less bunny-infested then it had been. She stopped, which is quite hard to do when jumping from wall to wall while cackling and spewing flame everywhere. She ended up pointing the flame machine in front of her and using the recoil to slow her down, even if it meant getting her twintails singed. She glanced around, pointedly, trying to not let the hellhound get behind her. She trusted her amount as much as she could throw her hammer, even if nominally they had the same employer. Oh yeah, that reminded her. She pulled out her soul gem from it's hiding location and glanced at it, before putting it back somewhere undisclosed, where it wouldn't be sniped at. No real drain. She'd still have enough to kill a witch even if the Valkyrie's did arrive on time. There was only one enemy left, in her hamster ball. She waved at the transluscent shimmering shield, and spoke up. "You finished in there, Hellhound? Some of us have a witch to kill."</s> <\|message\|>Eponine Hassane Eponine looked around the factory, noticing that they had cleared it of familiars. She was somewhat disappointed to see that the witch was nowhere in sight. She had assumed the factory was the center of the labyrinth and that they would find the witch here. She really didn't want to have to fight in the inverted forest. Eponine looked up at Violetta. She wanted to chide the girl for not assuming formation with her, but decided to just stay quiet. "Coming," Eponine replied to Violetta, though instead of jumping up to a window to leave, Eponine merely took out her frustration on the wall of the factory, hammering open a crumbling hole through which to leave the factory, and reenter the forest of inverted ice trees.</s> <\|message\|>Violetta FitzCarraldo. (Veee oh-let-ter, not Vayyy-oh-let-ter. She gets annoyed if you mispronounce it.) Violetta lept, and took purchase on the upside down windowsill. The vast and slightly shimmery landscape of the forest was all she could see for miles around this building, and for some reason that made her nervous. How big could a witch's labyrinth get? And what would happen when she reached the other end, would she get spat out into the real world? Or would she just bump head first into an invisible wall mid-jump and plummet to her death? She glanced down, and tightened her grip on the window. A view like that could give an albatross vertigo. Maybe the witch was down there, conveniently placing itself just where a normal human would fall and a magical girl would stay up. But nah, Michelle hadn't been that smart in life. Was she? Violetta lept from trunk to trunk, more out of boredom then anything. It'd be so easy to just nudge a bunny around here and send it plummeting to their death or whatever familliars had instead. She, Violetta would just have to wander around till she found the witch,. Maybe she could antagonize the other two girls if they ended meeting each other again. That would be fun. It was always a source of personal annoyance that the only real power that was capable of fighting the Authority to any significant degree skulked around in the shadows rather then fight. It seemed such an inefficient way of going about things. Violetta dreamed at night of ranks and files. Of sorties and rooftop-to-rooftop duels and carpet bombings of grief seeds ready to blow. People could get behind a good war. It gave people something to do, and something to die for. Nobody makes mortal sacrifices in peacetime. It happens twice a day in a good fight. She stepped on an upside down branch and pressed on.</s> <\|message\|>Eponine Hassane Eponine followed Violetta out into the trees, and once again, went from branch to branch very slowly due to her difficulty with acrobatics. Eponine thought about how Violetta's weapon might be able to melt the trees here. It would be very powerful, but very dangerous: it would be a great tactical advantage to be able to destroy the enemy's environment, but she risked destroying her own in the process. Eponine wondered where this witch was, and where the other magical girl was.</s> <\|message\|>Alexandra Hertz Algorithm@The book of bad juju@TrixyTrix The factories were left behind once more as the two magical girls moved away from the factory and back into the mix of upside down trees. The previous domain had always been the backdrop of the scene, never the center of the labyrinth, so it would take more investigation for the two of them to find what they were looking for. And with the enmity between the two of them, it didn't help matters in the slightest. Still, it was relatively easy going beyond possibly falling into the sky. Familiars occasionally showed up, but those bunny Familiars were as easily brushed aside as they had been in the factory, making things easier for the two of them. Soon the path would change, the trees they jumped on rising into the sky and footing becoming all the more treacherous as a result. Branches met and tangled, providing paths that one could take, though one still had to be careful of the ice. And soon enough they would spot their destination, or at least a likely one for where the Witch could be; a ball of ice lattices hanging in the 'sky' waiting for them. It was likely that that was where the Witch could be found. --- "Yes ma'am," the driver replied with a nod. With Maria inside, the engine revved and the convoy set off through the city and towards Alexandra's dwelling. It drew plenty of attention along the way as the several vehicles drove along, which was unsurprising given the importance of the transport. All were aware that the trucks following were carrying the Grief Seeds that served as tribute, and none were stupid enough to risk earning the ire of both Alexandra and Maria by attacking it. The ride was otherwise quiet as they moved along, giving Maria time to think. There was the occasional checkpoint, but the sight of her was generally all that was needed to get them through. It was practically routine, her intentions notwithstanding. Soon Alexandra's tower approached, a beacon amidst smaller buildings that breached the skyline. If Maria's dwelling was a base, then the tower itself was practically a fortress, more than able to drive off an attack by terrorists or by a magical girl. A concentrated assault would do damage, but the odds of that sort of thing happening were slim at best. Still, guards would stiffen to attention as the trucks pulled to a stop, and Maria could exit as she wished in front of the tower. Time to get this show going.</s> <\|message\|>Maria Goethe Maria rolled out of the van, and kept a hand over her brow as she looked up at the tower that was bathing in sunlight. She feasted her eyes on the magnificence of the building, the throne of power in Aurora. Though she has seen it many times, having made numerous trips not only due to tax deliveries but also occasional conferences, it was the first time she saw something completely new in the beauty of its architecture. Ahh, yes. Soon the winds of fate carry a new queen to the top of this bastion. Soon... She approached the tower guards with her usual happy self and made the routine decree: "By the order of Her Highness, Queen Alexandra, her humble servant Maria Goethe has come to pay tribute." Seeing that these guards were a new shift, she made a show of her magic, and had the crates float out of the trucks and slowly spin around in a circle far above her head.</s>	<\|message\|>Chloe Hartmann Chloe wasn't expecting to be so firmly resisted, and she'd put most of her focus into that lunge, so when the other girl attempted to knock her sideways, it worked quite nicely. But Chloe was quite heavy when transformed, and her weapons were a lot of added weight. Moreover, with her arms outstretched as they were, she was quite front-heavy. Grabbing whatever she could wrap her fingers around, she used the sideways momentum to try and throw her opponent on to the ground. She didn't particularly care if they both tumbled to the dirt, since that position was good for grappling, so she more or less threw herself at the earth below them trying to add more force to the equation. And if the other girl didn't tumble but Chloe did, well, she'd just have to adapt. It was far easier to adapt to a stance change when your weapons had fingers.</s>
<\|description\|>Chloe Hartmann Age: 17 Gender: Female Appearance: Personality: Completely self-serving, anarchic and vain, Chloe seems to go where she wants, when she wants to go there, and not a minute sooner. She allies herself with anybody who seeks to overthrow the current power structure, no matter their motives or methods, and when the a revolution she was aiding succeeds, she rises up with the next group of insurgents. She has a constant lackadaisical attitude that annoys the people around her, as though she doesn't care who they are or why they're around in the first place. Whatever is going on in her head is more important to her than her interpersonal relationships, and she barely seems to remember other peoples' names. Bio: Chloe was born into a poor family on the wrong side of the tracks. Their house was constantly getting broken into and robbed, and it wasn't uncommon for her to watch her father literally fight to take back their home from squatters and gangs. This was how she spent the first ten years of her life. However, in her tenth year of life, even this routine was uprooted and taken from her, as she and her family were seized by a small upstart gang, beaten, and put to work by them. Chloe never saw her father again after that day. She and her mother lived an uneasy life, essentially as slaves for this random gang of thugs with very little power, but there was nothing that she and her mother could do, because they were powerless. On the day she met the incubator, there was no convincing that needed to happen, no goading or talks. She had a wish that she would go to any lengths to fulfill. At present, she is known to support rebellions in any form. In Aurora, she has chosen to ally herself with the Shadow Compact, since she likes the way they do business. Most people question why a magical girl would ally herself with humans to overthrow magical girl superiority, but she has never mentioned her motives even once to anybody. She enjoys living a hedonistic life without any ties to other people and without any particular direction, and she has no true friends to speak of, though she has uneasy allies and very loose acquaintances. Chloe's been at this magical girl thing for quite a while now and seems to enjoy the rhythm of it. While she knows that one day it has to end, focusing on the present is what brings her joy. Allegiance: Shadow Compact. While uneasy, she has formed a sort of partnership with the Shadow Compact. She has power, and seems hell-bent on overthrowing the rule of the current magical girl system for some reason. Many in the organisation don't like her involvement, but even they can't argue with her results in the face of their own relative powerlessness. Skills: Chloe is physically strong from all of the non-magical fighting she engages in, and the constant labour work that she never quite managed to separate herself from. Even when not powered up by magic, she is stronger than most girls her age and can hold her own against an adult in a fight. If you asked anybody else, the rest of her skillset would consist of annoying people and being mysterious. Weapons: Brass knuckles Other: Chloe isn't very quick to make friends for obvious reasons, but that doesn't necessarily mean she wants to be that way... Magical Girl Appearance: Wish: It's not known to the public. Weapons: Power Fists, great for hand to hand combat, blocking heavy attacks, and general wanton destruction. Powers: Obviously something to do with her unknown wish, but this is also unknown.</s> <\|message\|>Maria Goethe "Indeed I have, Your Majesty," Maria answered. "I was visited by Kyubey, you see. He wove a story about unsavory behavior going down at the industrial sector; magical experiments and whatnot. Why he chose to tell me and not Dora is beyond my comprehension. Nonetheless, I believe this is a matter that shouldn't be ignored, as questionable as the source may be."</s> <\|message\|>Eponine Hassane Eponine's prior attack had caused her to kick off of Byrea, sending herself into the air as the witch fell backwards, crashing through ice pillars. To stop herself, Eponine reached out a hammer and used the spiked end to hook onto an approaching ice bridge. After she managed to get on top of the bridge and regain her footing, she looked at the area directly above the stunned witch, noticing several unbroken ice bridges. Eponine summoned another hammer and started spinning in place again. Once she had gained enough momentum, she threw one hammer at one end of one ice bridge, and the other hammer at the end of the other ice bridge, shattering the segments where they impacted in an explosion of ice and mist. Without both sides being supported, the bridges began to fall, their opposite ends snapping as they swung downwards. Eponine watched as the two massive ice structures cascaded down in a thundering flurry, hoping that they would crush the witch and end his fight. Would it be enough?</s>	<\|message\|>Chloe Hartmann In a fit of inhuman strength, Chloe gave a great heave and launched her opponent into the sky. She didn't see it, but she was certain that the other girl had ended up in space. When she returned to town everybody was clapping, congratulating her on being the strongest in the world. They had all baked her an enormous pie! Maybe this earth isn't as bad as I thought. With an embarassingly loud snort, Chloe woke up from a pleasant dream. She was so exhausted that she had fallen asleep in the very park that she had gone to in her dream. Well... as intended, I suppose. Had her meeting with the other magical girl been a dream? Or had they met somewhere in the past? It was past Chloe's reckoning. She felt rested enough now, so that was mission accomplished. Waking up to a new day was always exciting. You never knew what sort of things happened in the city while you were asleep. This particular night was no exception. Maybe some new places had been bombed. There could have been a large-scale battle against a witch. Maybe somebody had died. She wasn't sure what time it was, nor did she know what time it had been when she'd fallen asleep, so it was impossible to say what might have gone on. The most boring answer was, of course, that nothing had happened. Chloe was a lonely soul, however - well used to making her own fun. With the new agreements she had established under her belt, she would feel bad simply wrecking a portion of the city, and she was moderately concerned with being arrested yet again. She wasn't terribly hungry, and looking at her soul gem... Oh hell. The top of the egg-like structure was rimmed with grey, but the majority of the inside was a murky black. Was she in danger? She didn't feel much different than usual, but Chloe had been compared to a witch before, perhaps nothing would ever feel different in her case. Other girls had reportedly experienced emotional breakdowns before their soul gems were consumed, but maybe it would be a bit different for her. Regardless, she needed a grief seed, pronto. It could only be the good luck of a powerful magical girl that one would present itself so conveniently before her now. And it could only be the terrible luck of a poor magical girl that such a girl would unwittingly wander through the gaze of a psychotic killer. Chloe didn't need any confirmation to know that the young girl in front of her was a relatively new magi delivering her grief seed, maybe one of her first, to the city officials, as per the tax. This wouldn't be the first time she'd stolen from the state, but last time had been just for fun. This was business. Flipping up her headphones and blasting her music as loud as it would possibly go, Chloe transformed in the blink of an eye and launched into an attack. With a satisfying crunch, Chloe's giant right fist slammed into the girl's gut before she could react, twirling in a circle and launcing the girl into a brick wall closeby, sending stone chips and dust everywhere. As she leaped forward to continue the chase of her prey, she was instead thrown back violently. The other girl had transformed and invoked some sort of power, clearly. When she emerged from the dust, the girl was clad in shocking white, and weilding a sword and shield. How quaint... maybe this will be fun after all. The little knight girl charged forward, shield-first, bowling Chloe over with surprising force, and pinning her against the ground. "What are you after? Is it the seed? Who are you with? Answer me!" Chloe's answer was a wry grin, seemingly exposing all of her teeth. It must have been a disgusting sight, or else her breath smelled, because her attacker reeled back, though kept her shield pinned against Chloe on the ground. Without speaking, Chloe simply tapped her headphones, implicating that she hadn't heard a word the other girl had said, before grabbing her and tossing her roughly to the side, getting back to her feet. They were back to neutral. Again, the white-clad girl rushed forward with her shield, but Chloe was ready this time. The same trick wouldn't work twice, and thinking it would was a rookie mistake. Instead of the impact the girl expected, she was instead grabbed by her arm. And before she could react she was forced to watch as, within a short instant, Chloe crushed the bones in her shield arm. She cried out in pain and reeled back as Chloe kept staring on with her toothy grin. That was easy enough. Now, to get that seed before finishing with-... hold on. Chloe had, admittedly, thought that the fight was practically over. But instead of looking defeated, the knight-girl chanted a short something, and a warm white light engulfed her arm. It didn't take a rocket scientist to understand that she had been healed by magic. If it was possible, Chloe grin would have widened further. Healing was Chloe's favourite type of magic. There was a solid limit on how much pain you could inflict on a person, but a magical girl with healing magic could blast through that limit and suffer so, so much more. This time it was Chloe's time to attack. She lunged forward, but instead of her usual plan of head-on momentum-based combat, she instead threw a fairly standard jab, shifting into what passed as a boxing stance. Her first punch was blocked by the other girl's shield. As was the second, third, and fourth. With each blocked hit, the confidence in the eyes of the white girl grew. Confidence in her perfect defense. She would be happy with her weapons, surely. Five, six, seven rapid punches were deflected by her shield. With the eighth punch, Chloe shifted her weight to her back leg and sprung forward into a large hook to the girl's chest. This hit, too, was absorbed by the shield, but that would be its last duty. On contact, the girl's shield shattered like fine china, shards of mana scattering through the area around them. The girl hadn't seen that one coming at all. Chloe, however, had anticipated this, using the same motion to grab the girl's neck, lifting her clear off of the ground. "You're strong, girly, but you're too young for this gig. You're not sneaky enough. You're probably not even insane yet. So I'm not gonna kill you. You've got a lot to learn about being a magi, and I hope you will learn, and maybe you'll get your revenge on the evil magical girl that ruined your day. And your shitty shield, for that matter." It was easy enough to find the seed she wanted off of the white girl's struggling body. She was flailing around with her sword, clanging uselessly off of Chloe's gigantic metal gauntlet as she slowly faded into unconsciousness. One good swipe dug deep into Chloe's searching arm, but it didn't have the strength behind it to do any permanent damage. It did cut to the bone, though, which hurt as much as any cut would and rattled its way up to her shoulder. Still, the fight was over, and the prize went to Chloe. After her single good hit and having to endure Chloe's passionless speech, the girl sank into unconsciousness. Chloe wondered what she was thinking about, but didn't waste any time throwing her useless body to the ground as it reverted back to human form. As though it were just business as usual, Chloe walked over to the supine figure, bending down and grabbing both of the girl's ankles and stepping down hard on her knees. With a loud sound like a gunshot, both of the girl's legs bent backwards unnaturally, broken at the knees. Once she woke up, her healing power should be of use, but for now, the shock of two broken legs would keep her either unconscious or in pain long enough for Chloe to make her escape. Reverting herself back to her standard form, she held her newfound grief seed to her soul gem, watching the blackness give way to Chloe's usual dull grey. "...Not much of a change, as usual," she mused, before tossing the now-useless seed back at the girl's body. Somebody else could feed it to an incubator if they pleased. Chloe had no interest in something like that. "Now... time for breakfast?"</s>
<\|description\|>Chloe Hartmann Age: 17 Gender: Female Appearance: Personality: Completely self-serving, anarchic and vain, Chloe seems to go where she wants, when she wants to go there, and not a minute sooner. She allies herself with anybody who seeks to overthrow the current power structure, no matter their motives or methods, and when the a revolution she was aiding succeeds, she rises up with the next group of insurgents. She has a constant lackadaisical attitude that annoys the people around her, as though she doesn't care who they are or why they're around in the first place. Whatever is going on in her head is more important to her than her interpersonal relationships, and she barely seems to remember other peoples' names. Bio: Chloe was born into a poor family on the wrong side of the tracks. Their house was constantly getting broken into and robbed, and it wasn't uncommon for her to watch her father literally fight to take back their home from squatters and gangs. This was how she spent the first ten years of her life. However, in her tenth year of life, even this routine was uprooted and taken from her, as she and her family were seized by a small upstart gang, beaten, and put to work by them. Chloe never saw her father again after that day. She and her mother lived an uneasy life, essentially as slaves for this random gang of thugs with very little power, but there was nothing that she and her mother could do, because they were powerless. On the day she met the incubator, there was no convincing that needed to happen, no goading or talks. She had a wish that she would go to any lengths to fulfill. At present, she is known to support rebellions in any form. In Aurora, she has chosen to ally herself with the Shadow Compact, since she likes the way they do business. Most people question why a magical girl would ally herself with humans to overthrow magical girl superiority, but she has never mentioned her motives even once to anybody. She enjoys living a hedonistic life without any ties to other people and without any particular direction, and she has no true friends to speak of, though she has uneasy allies and very loose acquaintances. Chloe's been at this magical girl thing for quite a while now and seems to enjoy the rhythm of it. While she knows that one day it has to end, focusing on the present is what brings her joy. Allegiance: Shadow Compact. While uneasy, she has formed a sort of partnership with the Shadow Compact. She has power, and seems hell-bent on overthrowing the rule of the current magical girl system for some reason. Many in the organisation don't like her involvement, but even they can't argue with her results in the face of their own relative powerlessness. Skills: Chloe is physically strong from all of the non-magical fighting she engages in, and the constant labour work that she never quite managed to separate herself from. Even when not powered up by magic, she is stronger than most girls her age and can hold her own against an adult in a fight. If you asked anybody else, the rest of her skillset would consist of annoying people and being mysterious. Weapons: Brass knuckles Other: Chloe isn't very quick to make friends for obvious reasons, but that doesn't necessarily mean she wants to be that way... Magical Girl Appearance: Wish: It's not known to the public. Weapons: Power Fists, great for hand to hand combat, blocking heavy attacks, and general wanton destruction. Powers: Obviously something to do with her unknown wish, but this is also unknown.</s> <\|message\|>Alexandra Hertz An eyebrow rose in curious attention as Alexandra listened to Maria describe what had happened between her and Kyubey. She knew he was enigmatic, working in his own ways, yet the creature wouldn't lie. Mislead, perhaps, but he would never outright tell a falsehood. If he did then she supposed he would lose all credibility once it got out. And that couldn't do, if it was his job to contract new girls and keep the Witches suppressed. "I see," she replied once Maria had finished. "Thank you for bringing it to my attention. I will bring it up with Dora, so you don't have to worry about it any more." She was grateful at least, though whether Maria would choose to let the matter lie was only for her to say. With that, the meeting seemed to wrap to a close. "Well, if that is all then I believe we are done here. Caroline will escort you out." The other magical girl emerged from the corner once more, ready to lead Maria from the building, while at the same time making sure she didn't do anything inside that Alexandra might not approve of. It seemed the game turned once more. --- Algorithm The hammers went flying as Eponine attacked once more, and they did their work beautifully, smashing right through the ice with the force of their impact and sending the bridge tumbling down upon the Witch that was beneath them. Eponine could be confident in her accuracy, if nothing else, which would be of comfort to herself as well as her liege lord. The Witch recovered as the bridge came down, and as a result of that Eponine would be disappointed to find that Byrea had only been clipped, rather than squashed entirely. That still earned sprays of the black ichor that served as her blood, but it would not prove a finishing blow as the bridge rebuilt itself, albeit in a different manner than it had been before. And she would find a fusillade of ice headed towards her once more. Then, as if things weren't hard enough, the battlefield itself began to shift, pillars cracking and falling as if they intended to crush her, just like she had tried to crush Byrea beneath them. And though they rebuilt afterwards in different orientations and position to keep the sphere from collapsing, it just made things that much harder. --- book of bad juju As surprising as Violetta might find it when her group arrived, there wasn't actually a Kyubey amongst them, since already contracted magical girls didn't need one of the white creatures to communicate with each other, only with potential contractees. Or possibly he had vanished before they arrived, wary of being shot, stabbed, or otherwise harmed. Whichever reason, it didn't really matter in the end as her reinforcements soon arrived. The help would be welcome as the Familiars kept coming, with the sound of combat below and the ice Violetta was standing on cracking before reforming, as a result of her efforts to keep from plunging into the sphere where the fighting was currently going on. But with the reinforcements, that wouldn't be too difficult to manage. All it would be was a matter of handling that, and then the Witch, and they could all go home.</s> <\|message\|>Maria Goethe Maria bowed deeply. "Thank you, Your Grace. By your leave, I shall resume attending to my duties." She then followed Caroline outside, and had her convoy leave the premises. While she was wary of the ill deeds done in Dora's domain, she realized the value that it posed to her: the incident would be a fine distraction for Alexandra, and even if she wouldn't have anything done with it, the mere knowledge of its existence is sure to drive her thoughts adrift and leave her vulnerable. If there was ever a time to bring the years of her kneeling and groveling to fruition, it was now. She returned back to her elegant home, and once inside, immediately went to the basement. She brought her phone up, sent a text message to a certain number, and then called it. Maria was clear with her every word, and none of her positive disposition was in it. A certain chaotic magical girl would receive these words: "I sent you a list of targets, along with addresses. The first is the administrative building in the business sector, followed by the ships in the harbor. You know what to do." She ended her call, and had her phone snap back shut. She giggled a bit at first, followed by her laughing madly. This was the beginning of the end.</s> <\|message\|>Eponine Hassane Eponine was sorely disappointed that the collapsing ice did not hit Byrea head on; still, a hit was a hit. Again, she had to dodge the witch's ice attacks, activating her shield every time she knew she would not be able to dodge an icicle. Eponine noticed her soul gem getting awfully dark, so at this point she had to make a gambit: keep fighting at this pace, risking the witch outlasting her and becoming a witch herself, or use the last of her magic save a tiny fraction in a powerful burst with the hope of ending this fight once and for all? As Byrea began collapsing the ice in an effort to crush Eponine as Eponine had tried to do to the witch, Eponine decided upon the latter. Summoning eight hammers, she placed them, head on the ground with the shaft pointing up, in an octagonal circle around herself, activating her hemispherical area force field. She looked up and activated 'reject' so that every object that touched the field would be sent flying away in the opposite direction and at the same speed that it impacted, which would make the inside of the ice sphere something like a cross between a grenade and a pinball machine. The world above her became a white and blue cacophony of clashing ice shards, bouncing pillars and bridges pulverizing into snow. Eponine's breathing became labored and a sickening sensation crawled through her, which she assumed was magical in nature as she normally couldn't feel such discomfort, or perhaps it was just that painful that she could actually feel it this time. She held out for as long as she could while the violent crashing continued but started to die down as the larger chunks had mostly broken into smaller pieces. When just a sliver of her magic remained, when just a tiny part of her soul gem remained unblemished, Eponine deactivated her shield and, in fact, left her magical girl form completely, returning to the clothes she was wearing before she set out on this mission and quickly crouched down and covered her head with her hands, getting into a duck-and-cover position in preparation for what remained of the ice to come crashing down on her, resigned to let whatever would happen happen, hoping beyond hope that the witch had died.</s>	<\|message\|>Chloe Hartmann "I sent you a list of targets, along with addresses. The first is the administrative building in the business sector, followed by the ships in the harbor. You know what to do." The text came at a convenient time, while Chloe was busy shoving food into her face at a local diner. Her hunger satisfied and her grief levels managed, she'd be fully charged for what was coming. Without a word to anybody, she silently left the building without paying for her meal. The complaints of her waitress came too late and too quietly, for she had already cranked her headphones and clambered to the roof of the diner. The rooftops here were easy to traverse, and nobody would be following her or looking for her here... The business sector was hectic. All of the hustle and bustle of fevered workers and beurocrats milling around made sure there was noise to be heard, even through her 'phones. Lots of people around meant that this could get messy, but that was no concern of Chloe's. Even if Maria herself was caught in the destruction, it didn't matter, because she was fulfilling the terms of their agreement. The only thing that mattered in this moment was that this administrative building had to go. Building demolition was, of course, a specialty of Chloe's, as well as a favourite hobby. It was just so flashy and satisfying. "Now... time to start." To begin, Chloe had strolled around to the back of the building where there were no people. Any guards would have been posted at the front doors, of course. But the power box was back here. It was dangerous to touch so much electricity with her hands, so she chose this moment to transform, using her new strength to rip a large wooden post out of the ground nearby to use as a makeshift club. First she grabbed both sides of the large metal box, warping the frame and loosening it from the bolts holding it together. Once she was satisfied that it was loose enough, Chloe took up her giant club, taking a mighty swing at the bos. With a direct hit, she smashed the metal frame apart, severing connections and shorting circuits that would lead to the entire building, sending sparks everywhere. Circuits were incredibly sensitive by nature, and a disruption like this would throw the whole building into darkness and chaos, at least, where it wasn't lit by an emergency generator. Pesky things. The front of the building would still be too dangerous, so she went through the back, tearing through bricks and drywall with a mighty swing of her gauntlets and stepping through the small hole she had created into the darkness and noise inside. Nobody was around her current position, which was good. It meant that she could begin her work without interruption. With no proper idea of where she was, she figured all girders and pillars were created equal. Buildings with good construction were surprisingly resilient, but they couldn't hold themselves up with just bricks alone, and architects trying to keep costs low meant that they wouldn't have that many more supports than were absolutely necessary in the event of a quake or something similar. Once you started ripping support beams, everything became much more spotty. And for Chloe's particular method of combat, thick steel girders might as well have been solid wooden branches. Strong, but they'd come apart when enough force is applied. For Chloe, this meant repeated strikes. Three solid punches warped the beam to a weakened state, five would break it entirely. For her first few, she broke them entirely. Structurally, this corner of the building was now completely useless. There were armed guards waiting for her as she worked her way through the remainder of the ground floor, but they were scattered, and poorly organized. One or two men or women with guns were little threat - they could keep coming all day, but unless they grouped up, it was no use. One by one she carved a path of destruction around the building, dancing a rodeo of destruction and raining bloody knuckles on all the steel and stone she could find, an incessant clanging noise echoing through the swiftly emptying halls around her. Those who fought her, she destroyed. Those who ran she left alone. It was important to pick your battles. After a short time, it was close to over. She walked casually back to the original hole through which she had entered, knocking out a few final beams from the outside, after which the building gave a mighty groan. With a crash, she heard the upper floors crash inward from lack of support in the middle of the structure, and the rest of the building would follow soon after. She didn't need to stick around to know that, so it was time to disappear to the harbor. Stealth was somewhat pointless now, so she took the quickest way there, the main roads. Whether or not somebody saw her was irrelevant now. If they were going to send resistance, they would know where she was. Her first job had been a stress-free success. Who knows what awaited her at the harbor?</s>
<\|description\|>Eponine Hassane Sexual Abuse Trigger Warning Age: 14 Gender: Female Appearance: "I am unbreakable, I am unyielding, I am impenetrable." Personality: Eponine comes off as robotic to most. She values order above all else and believes that to achieve order, the ends justify the means. Her form of altruism is the cold, calculated utilitarianism that the incubators also happen to follow, that the good of the few can be easily sacrificed for the good of the many. She is for the most part, obedient and unquestioning of her orders and tries to the best of her ability to fulfill her missions to the letter. She cannot tolerate insubordination or rebellion, unless it promises an even better organization, an even tighter grip on chaos and human free will. She has a strong desire to protect her sister Fantine, her allies, and the majority of her vassals, though she will sacrifice a few of them if it meant protecting most of them. Eponine has a soft spot for Fantine. Eponine worries that soon, she will lose her ability to love her sister due to the negative side effects of her wish. Bio: Eponine was born in a slum of North Africans in the outskirts of Aurora. She lived with her father, mother, and two younger siblings: fraternal twins, a boy and a girl. Due to their destitute living conditions, the community became disgruntled with the ruling magical girls. Eponine grew up hating magical girls for not protecting and providing for her town. When a group of militants came to 'liberate' them from magical girls, the militants were welcomed with open arms. However, their talk of 'revolution', 'liberation', and 'equality' was empty; they were little more than bandits expanding their territory and winning support by throwing around high-minded ideals. Life under this militant group was worse than the neglect they faced when under magical girl rule. When the North African community decided that they had had enough, they revolted and failed miserably. The militants suppressed the revolt swiftly and Eponine saw both her father and mother brutally physically and sexually assaulted by the militants. Then she became their next victim. At this point she was already broken, and she simply let it happen, but when she saw others reach for her sister and brother, she snapped, and an incubator appeared before her. When she became a magical girl for the first time, it was a night of blood as Eponine cleansed the slum of the militants. In the aftermath, her brother had died from injuries he had sustained while he was being raped, while her sister, Fantine, survived. Seeing Eponine as their saviour from oppression, the community changed their minds about magical girls. Eponine sought out the magical girl that governed over her region, Maria Goethe, and swore fealty to her, aligning herself and her community to Aurora. Now she rules over and protects the slum, which has become her fief, her territory which is part of Maria's larger domain. She keeps Fantine safe in Maria's HQ. Allegiance: Aurora City Authority, Maria Goethe Skills: Very few, maybe a proficiency with polearms having swung her warhammer around enough times. She has the tactics of a juggernaut. Weapons: None Other: Eponine's diet has gotten increasingly spicy as her sense of taste has deteriorated to the point that she can barely taste anything anymore. She also sometimes bites her own tongue and inside of her cheek when she is speaking quickly, so she often bleeds from the mouth. She calls her force-field the Zone of Absolute Terror. Theme Song: Croatian Rhapsody - Maksim Mrvica Magical Girl Appearance: Eponine keeps her eye, hair, and skin color of course. Also, no bonnet and no katana. Wish: "I never want to be hurt again." Her wish not only granted her an impenetrable force field ability, but has significantly reduced her ability to feel pain. Because she will feel pain if those close to her are harmed, her ability includes the bonus of being able to protect others. However, she can feel her sense of touch overall deteriorating, including her sense of taste. It has also slowly affected her ability to feel emotions, as emotions are ultimately the true source of pain. This last bit worries her, since loving Fantine is the one thing she has left. Weapons: Eponine summons and wields a warhammer. She can summon more as necessary and as part of a way to extend her magic. Powers: Force Field - Eponine's force field is a thin, impenetrable layer covering her body when activated. It can be extended to her warhammer, making the weapon indestructible. She can also extend it to allies if she touches them. Keeping it on drains her magic so she lets it down when she feels she is safe. It can be further activated with 'Rejection', which sends all things touching it to go shooting off in the opposite direction. She cannot use 'Rejection' to propel herself. She can summon multiple hammers and stand them with the head on the ground and the shaft pointing up. She needs a minimum of three set out in a ring to activate a larger force field, a hemisphere of protection projected from the shafts of the hammers.</s> <\|message\|>Maria Goethe A giggle could be heard in the Goethe Estate, a mansion of Victorian architecture hidden away from the populace by walls surrounding it from every side. The giggle belonged to Maria Goethe, who then continued speaking in a cheery tone: "Fantine, bring us some hot coco. Eponine must want something nice and warm." She was sitting in her wheelchair in the dining hall, next to a large table filled with all kinds of sweets for her to snack on. On the other side of the table sat Eponine Hassane. "So, how is the situation at the slums? Is there anything I should know about?" She asked with a gentle voice as she levitated a cookie from the other side of the table straight to her mouth.</s> <\|message\|>Chloe Hartmann The thin sliver of sun cresting the horizon cast a dim light on the serene face of Chloe Hartmann, who seemed half asleep and half awake as she lay on a green hill overlooking the city of Aurora, staring at the horizon over the high-rises and skyscrapers. To look at it from so far away, the place looked peaceful, as though everything happening within its borders was under control. For a moment, Chloe almost wished that she was still human, that she didn't have to worry about the purity of her Soul Gem or witches or anything like that. "Well... almost, anyway." Holding up a grief seed in her hand, she put it in front of her face where the sun was to block out the light from her eyes. "Like my own little star... Heh. Getting sentimental in my old age," she announced to nobody in particular. It's true, for a Magical Girl, she was older than average. But that rarely meant anything for beings who could conceivably be immortal. Nobody looked up to her anyway. Nobody respected her wisdom, because she was not wise. But there were people who respected her strength. And in this world, that was all that mattered. "...That's right. The strength to kill witches. The power to get grief seeds. You need them to pay tribute so that you can live a peaceful life. Right? That's the law around here. Nobody can go against it. Against 'Order.' That's what you said, right?" "Right?" She asked, turning to face behind her at the small pile of broken bodies that lay at the very top of the hill. Three or perhaps four humans, limbs broken and askew, and absolutely, without a doubt, deceased. Chloe smiled warmly at them as she continued talking, as though addressing an old and trusted friend. "It looks like your power couldn't stand up to a real test. That's just not power at all, then, is it? Huh." With a wry smile, Chloe threw on her headphones, cranking the volume up to maximum before setting into her business. Snapping a stout branch off a nearby tree, she shoved it hard through the pile of dead bodies and into the ground, like a gruesome, primitive sacrifice or something. Turning up her nose in disgust, she placed the final touch on her project, wedging the Grief Seed into a split in the branch. Stepping back to admire her handiwork, she spoke again, quite loudly since she couldn't hear her own voice over the music pumping into her ears. "Well, that's what you wanted, right?! The Grief Seed?! If you want something, you should have the strength to reach out and grab it! That's what life is! There's four of you, so with a bit of teamwork, you'll figure something out!" "Well, if somebody wants it bad enough, they'll find it I'm sure," Chloe thought out loud to herself as she began her descent down the hill and into the city, whistling in between her sentences. "Maybe somebody who's truly strong this time."</s> <\|message\|>Eponine Hassane "The situation," Eponine replied mechanically to Maria, "is normal, Lady Maria. We hunted down a witch last night. I lost a few men. It doesn't matter," Eponine added quickly before Maria had a chance to offer any condolences, "they know what they're getting themselves into. They know that their sacrifices are worth the safety of their families." Fantine milled about, serving the drinks that Maria had ordered. "I did hear a...disturbing rumor," Eponine added after take a sip that was perhaps a little too big and perhaps still a little too hot to be considered normal. She felt her magic drain by a tiny fraction as the slightly scalded inside of her mouth was being slowly, magically healed. Eponine tried her best to hide that anything was wrong, it wouldn't do to have Fantine worry about something this small. Fantine on the other hand, saw very clearly the way her sister had drank without feeling, without tasting, but kept her worry to herself. "An...effigy...was found in a neighboring fief," Eponine continued, "the effigy had an unused grief seed on it." Though usually stone-faced, at this last statement, Eponine narrowed her eyes slightly in what could only be described as a confused rage. Grief seeds were a form of currency in their own right; even if one was not a magical girl, one could always use it to barter or negotiate with a magical girl. For someone to leave something that valuable laying around, and in such a conspicuous arrangement spoke of a senselessness and blatant disregard of the system that Eponine, quite frankly, could not tolerate.</s> <\|message\|>Maria Goethe "Of course," Maria responded in a slight slur due to the sweets she was now partaking in. "Give my regards to these families should you meet them," Maria said respectfully, but didn't mean a single word of it. After all, she thought, they had their use as part of Eponine's hunt, and could serve no bigger role. Only magical girls matter to her. Anything below them is a tool, to be used and disposed of, as was fit of the scum that killed Klaus. Maria stopped eating as she levitated her hot coco on the table. "How peculiar. Seems like we have a rogue magical girl at our hands." Maria thought about it, and came to a conclusion: only magical girls could collect grief seeds, and since this one was used as a message, it means its collector was willing to try and influence someone with the message. The message was clearly anti-governmental, since an unused grief seed is unheard of in Aurora City. It could be the neighboring fief trying to cause confusion among the Nobles, but the most likely culprit is an outsider sending a message to Aurora. Shadow Compact doesn't have the guts to pull off something like this, but perhaps they have managed to find someone who doesn't care about being discovered as a rebel magical girl. If that is the case, maybe they could be taken advantage of, and with a little push, could be directed at just the right people. Maria thought up a plan of action regarding this exciting new pawn in her game, causing her to smile in a devilish grin, betraying her true nature. "Place patrols at the border, and have them report any unusual sightings directly to you. Find out who she is loyal to. If she works opposed to the city, invite her to my estate, for I wish to speak with her personally." Before Eponine could ask for the reason behind the order, Maria continued: "If she refuses, make an attempt at capturing her. Of course, you are to kill her if the task seems too difficult to accomplish. If she proves too powerful for you to defeat, retreat." Someone who isn't of use to her, even a magical girl, should be disposed of, lest they cause any more trouble to her. On the contrary, Eponine is someone Maria wants to hold on to, even at the cost of her grip over her domain. Territories can be taken back as many times as wanted, but a life is only spent once. "Oh, and one more thing: we never had this conversation." Maria took a sip of her hot coco once she was finished talking.</s>	<\|message\|>Eponine Hassane "Understood, Lady Maria," Eponine replied, "I'll relay your sentiments to them. I'm sure your gracious appreciation will assuage their concerns." Eponine was a little out of touch with the concept of grief; other people were not such willing cogs in the machine as she was. "I will do as you command, Milady. But do you think that such a rogue can be...negotiated with?" Eponine asked, not trying to be argumentative.</s>
<\|description\|>Eponine Hassane Sexual Abuse Trigger Warning Age: 14 Gender: Female Appearance: "I am unbreakable, I am unyielding, I am impenetrable." Personality: Eponine comes off as robotic to most. She values order above all else and believes that to achieve order, the ends justify the means. Her form of altruism is the cold, calculated utilitarianism that the incubators also happen to follow, that the good of the few can be easily sacrificed for the good of the many. She is for the most part, obedient and unquestioning of her orders and tries to the best of her ability to fulfill her missions to the letter. She cannot tolerate insubordination or rebellion, unless it promises an even better organization, an even tighter grip on chaos and human free will. She has a strong desire to protect her sister Fantine, her allies, and the majority of her vassals, though she will sacrifice a few of them if it meant protecting most of them. Eponine has a soft spot for Fantine. Eponine worries that soon, she will lose her ability to love her sister due to the negative side effects of her wish. Bio: Eponine was born in a slum of North Africans in the outskirts of Aurora. She lived with her father, mother, and two younger siblings: fraternal twins, a boy and a girl. Due to their destitute living conditions, the community became disgruntled with the ruling magical girls. Eponine grew up hating magical girls for not protecting and providing for her town. When a group of militants came to 'liberate' them from magical girls, the militants were welcomed with open arms. However, their talk of 'revolution', 'liberation', and 'equality' was empty; they were little more than bandits expanding their territory and winning support by throwing around high-minded ideals. Life under this militant group was worse than the neglect they faced when under magical girl rule. When the North African community decided that they had had enough, they revolted and failed miserably. The militants suppressed the revolt swiftly and Eponine saw both her father and mother brutally physically and sexually assaulted by the militants. Then she became their next victim. At this point she was already broken, and she simply let it happen, but when she saw others reach for her sister and brother, she snapped, and an incubator appeared before her. When she became a magical girl for the first time, it was a night of blood as Eponine cleansed the slum of the militants. In the aftermath, her brother had died from injuries he had sustained while he was being raped, while her sister, Fantine, survived. Seeing Eponine as their saviour from oppression, the community changed their minds about magical girls. Eponine sought out the magical girl that governed over her region, Maria Goethe, and swore fealty to her, aligning herself and her community to Aurora. Now she rules over and protects the slum, which has become her fief, her territory which is part of Maria's larger domain. She keeps Fantine safe in Maria's HQ. Allegiance: Aurora City Authority, Maria Goethe Skills: Very few, maybe a proficiency with polearms having swung her warhammer around enough times. She has the tactics of a juggernaut. Weapons: None Other: Eponine's diet has gotten increasingly spicy as her sense of taste has deteriorated to the point that she can barely taste anything anymore. She also sometimes bites her own tongue and inside of her cheek when she is speaking quickly, so she often bleeds from the mouth. She calls her force-field the Zone of Absolute Terror. Theme Song: Croatian Rhapsody - Maksim Mrvica Magical Girl Appearance: Eponine keeps her eye, hair, and skin color of course. Also, no bonnet and no katana. Wish: "I never want to be hurt again." Her wish not only granted her an impenetrable force field ability, but has significantly reduced her ability to feel pain. Because she will feel pain if those close to her are harmed, her ability includes the bonus of being able to protect others. However, she can feel her sense of touch overall deteriorating, including her sense of taste. It has also slowly affected her ability to feel emotions, as emotions are ultimately the true source of pain. This last bit worries her, since loving Fantine is the one thing she has left. Weapons: Eponine summons and wields a warhammer. She can summon more as necessary and as part of a way to extend her magic. Powers: Force Field - Eponine's force field is a thin, impenetrable layer covering her body when activated. It can be extended to her warhammer, making the weapon indestructible. She can also extend it to allies if she touches them. Keeping it on drains her magic so she lets it down when she feels she is safe. It can be further activated with 'Rejection', which sends all things touching it to go shooting off in the opposite direction. She cannot use 'Rejection' to propel herself. She can summon multiple hammers and stand them with the head on the ground and the shaft pointing up. She needs a minimum of three set out in a ring to activate a larger force field, a hemisphere of protection projected from the shafts of the hammers.</s> <\|message\|>Alexandra Hertz Eponine certainly had set herself up for a difficult task, with no leads to go on besides those she had already reported to Maria. There were methods she could follow if she wanted, such as staking out Witches Barriers and waiting for a magical girl to arrive, but that would be time consuming, and there was no guarantee that the person she was looking for would ever show up at all. But that would have to wait for a moment as her phone rang, caller id revealing who it was. It would be Adrian, one of the higher ranking people in the militia she had created to help her fight Witches. It was a group that undeniably took losses, but he had been one of the better ones at surviving it all, and if he was calling, then it had to be important. That was revealed soon enough to her, once she had answered the phone. "Hey boss, remember that effigy thing with the grief seed people've been talking about? Well, some rogue magical girl decided to bust through one of the checkpoints into the city a little while ago. Thought you might want to know." --- The Shadow Compact were not the easiest group to find, as Chloe would be able to attest to as she made her way through Aurora. They worked underground, were deeply suspicious of magical girls or collaborators, and took precautions accordingly. Then again, as someone who had managed to work herself into a partnership with that organization, she would know as much, and have planned accordingly to deal with it, especially when moving on to a new area. Her knowledge would guide her along in her search for Compact assistance, directing her away from downtown and towards the rougher areas, the places that had missed out on the economic development present, and were home to crime, poverty, and dirty dealings. The places that one would usually find the Mafia, and where government control was weakest. That wasn't to say that they Compact didn't operate in nicer parts of Aurora, because they did, but it would be easier to find a safe house in one of the less important (from the perspective of the government) neighborhoods. But for someone like her, ferreting out a safehouse shouldn't be that hard.</s> <\|message\|>Maria Goethe Maria changed once again into something darker and brooding as she started to speak. "Indeed. We become nothing but screams of despair in the air, to be violently taken and then thrown away by those with purpose, scattered to the winds and consumed by strangers. To live without hope is to accept all the pain you have endured as having been for naught, to throw away any semblance of human will and to welcome complete oblivion." Maria realized what she was saying and reverted back to her 15-year-old self. "Oh, I was starting to talk silly stuff. Never mind that, Fantine. I'll be at the study now, so don't disturb unless it's something important." She turned her wheelchair around and headed for the study. It was a room with shelves packed to the brim with books of all sorts of topics and genres. However, she rarely read them; her main use for the room was in the green laptop she had sitting on a small table at the center of the room. Once she closed the room, she began to work on the various sheets and profiles she had already open on it, from small things such as grief seed farming charts to bigger files like intelligence she has collected on the city and the areas outside it. With nothing else to do, she continued working on it, managing and scheming with no set difference.</s> <\|message\|>Eponine Hassane "Track her, but keep a safe distance," Eponine ordered, "We want this one...alive. And unharmed, as much as possible." Eponine hopped in the jeep that had taken her here and ordered the soldier to drive her to the checkpoint. Speaking to the survivors, Eponine was able to glean a general idea of what this rogue looked like, as well as her magical weapon. What was troubling, but nonetheless expected due to the need to conserve magic, was the fact that the rogue seemed not to have revealed what her magical ability was. Apparently the rogue had also been shot in the leg, if she didn't use magic to heal the wound, she should be hobbling at a slower pace, but if she did use magic, she might be more desperate to find a grief seed. Eponine asked if the trail was still hot. She wiped blood from her mouth with her forearm, noticing that, once again, she had bitten the inside of her mouth without noticing. "Understood, Lady Maria," Fantine replied, letting Maria head off to her library. However, Maria's words made Fantine worry more about Eponine, so she quickly dried the tears that had started welling up at the corners of her eyes. Certain that she was no longer visibly sad, she headed down to the kitchen to help out with chores.</s> <\|message\|>Chloe Hartmann Chloe had spent as little time as possible patching up her leg. Without any convenient cloth on hand, and lacking the desire to tear up a good shirt or skirt for something like this, she had needed to take a quick 'peek' inside some stranger's home, where she managed to find a few bandages. Hopefully the delay wouldn't cost her much time, but at least she wouldn't be bleeding out everywhere. The tradeoff for her magical powers was a body that was close to being indestructable, but the body couldn't move without blood, and if she bled all over the streets and rooftops she might as well be leaving a trail of bread crumbs. After taking care of herself and dodging through the streets of the inner city, she found what she was looking for. One of the few safehouses of the Shadow Compact that she had been in contact with before. She was no stranger to the poverty-stricken areas of Aurora, having grown up in such areas since birth, and hiding herself away in dirty rat-holes like this since forming her contract. Not only were they good places to hide away from the prying eyes of the government, but the despair here was strong, which made it a great place to hunt for witches. Few people here were happy to see her, but she was able to get the medical attention she needed from a street doctor who had been hiding away here. Nothing else was particularly important to her, and she was a long shot from caring about the opinions of any other urchins here. "Haah, what a pain in the ass. You think you guys would be a little more grateful. I might just be taking the heat off your doorstep so you can do your own little things, whatever they are. I keep telling you, we both have the same goal, don't we?"</s> <\|message\|>Alexandra Hertz By the time Eponine arrived at the checkpoint in question, she would find most of the affair over, medics taking care of the injured men while a clean up crew dealt with the property damage. Of that there was very little this time, though that was not always the case in these sorts of things. Given what the apparent intent was, it wasn't unreasonable though. She'd find Adrian there already, a tall man with black hair and more than his share of battle scars, a former mercenary that had joined up with her. He was of a particular breed, but that made him very good at what he did. "Hey Boss," he said with a nod, glancing over to the men getting treated currently, pitying them just a bit for what they had suffered. "Everything was all settled by the time I got here. You can talk to them if you want, but at this point we don't have any leads. They're looking, but given that it was a magical girl, there isn't much hope for picking up her trail." He shrugged, a hand resting on the pistol strapped to his waist. "Still, none of the other checkpoints have reported seeing her, so odds are that she's still in this section of the city, unless she happens to have some kind of illusion magic." It wasn't much, but it was better than nothing. --- There were currently two men present in the safehouse that Chloe had found herself at, one the doctor who had patched hr up, and the other one of the men who worked with the Compact, and someone decently important, in terms of this local cell. Luckily, the doctor had had it easy given the nature of his patient, and it hadn't taken much work to deal with the wounds she had received. Now she could spend the time to heal up, if she so wanted. The safehouse was a bit small, more cozy than anything, and it was certainly well stocked with food, weapons, medical supplies, and the like. From the outside it would look like a place to be avoided, but inside it wasn't too bad. Then again, given its purpose that probably wasn't a surprise. The contact, Oscar, a pretty average fellow who preferred to look that way, with close cropped brown hair and casual garb to match, sighed as he watched Chloe from his position, leaning against a counter top. "Yeah yeah, so you say. And you had the code words, and the name drops to get in here. But we didn't survive this long simply on blind faith." He watched her with thinly veiled distrust, not that he'd have much of a chance if she actually tried to do anything. It was a reminder that not even her nominal allies trusted her all that much. "SO what's your plan now that you're here? They're going to be looking for you." --- The knowledge of all the plans Maria had was generally well confined, as was to be expected from someone like her. While there might have been rumors, there was no solid proof to accompany them, and as long as that remained the case it seemed that she would be allowed to make her plots in peace and security. Certainly rumors were not enough to act on, at least under the current ruler of Aurora. In the past that might have been another matter, but that was not the present moment. For some time she would be undisturbed, until a voice spoke to her in her head, a familiar tone that she may have viewed with some disdain, yet that also served a valuable purpose, here and elsewhere. Hello Maria Goethe, Kyubey said as he emerged from around a corner as if by magic itself, which it was in all likelihood. You appear to be well.</s>	<\|message\|>Eponine Hassane "Have this area placed on lock-down, no one leaves or enters without my permission, and have her physical description circulated to each checkpoint. And if anyone sees her, they are to attempt to inform her that I wish to parley with her." While Adrian went about fulfilling her orders, Eponine gathered three more of her best. When Adrian returned, Eponine said, "Adrian, we're going on a manhunt."</s>
<\|description\|>Eponine Hassane Sexual Abuse Trigger Warning Age: 14 Gender: Female Appearance: "I am unbreakable, I am unyielding, I am impenetrable." Personality: Eponine comes off as robotic to most. She values order above all else and believes that to achieve order, the ends justify the means. Her form of altruism is the cold, calculated utilitarianism that the incubators also happen to follow, that the good of the few can be easily sacrificed for the good of the many. She is for the most part, obedient and unquestioning of her orders and tries to the best of her ability to fulfill her missions to the letter. She cannot tolerate insubordination or rebellion, unless it promises an even better organization, an even tighter grip on chaos and human free will. She has a strong desire to protect her sister Fantine, her allies, and the majority of her vassals, though she will sacrifice a few of them if it meant protecting most of them. Eponine has a soft spot for Fantine. Eponine worries that soon, she will lose her ability to love her sister due to the negative side effects of her wish. Bio: Eponine was born in a slum of North Africans in the outskirts of Aurora. She lived with her father, mother, and two younger siblings: fraternal twins, a boy and a girl. Due to their destitute living conditions, the community became disgruntled with the ruling magical girls. Eponine grew up hating magical girls for not protecting and providing for her town. When a group of militants came to 'liberate' them from magical girls, the militants were welcomed with open arms. However, their talk of 'revolution', 'liberation', and 'equality' was empty; they were little more than bandits expanding their territory and winning support by throwing around high-minded ideals. Life under this militant group was worse than the neglect they faced when under magical girl rule. When the North African community decided that they had had enough, they revolted and failed miserably. The militants suppressed the revolt swiftly and Eponine saw both her father and mother brutally physically and sexually assaulted by the militants. Then she became their next victim. At this point she was already broken, and she simply let it happen, but when she saw others reach for her sister and brother, she snapped, and an incubator appeared before her. When she became a magical girl for the first time, it was a night of blood as Eponine cleansed the slum of the militants. In the aftermath, her brother had died from injuries he had sustained while he was being raped, while her sister, Fantine, survived. Seeing Eponine as their saviour from oppression, the community changed their minds about magical girls. Eponine sought out the magical girl that governed over her region, Maria Goethe, and swore fealty to her, aligning herself and her community to Aurora. Now she rules over and protects the slum, which has become her fief, her territory which is part of Maria's larger domain. She keeps Fantine safe in Maria's HQ. Allegiance: Aurora City Authority, Maria Goethe Skills: Very few, maybe a proficiency with polearms having swung her warhammer around enough times. She has the tactics of a juggernaut. Weapons: None Other: Eponine's diet has gotten increasingly spicy as her sense of taste has deteriorated to the point that she can barely taste anything anymore. She also sometimes bites her own tongue and inside of her cheek when she is speaking quickly, so she often bleeds from the mouth. She calls her force-field the Zone of Absolute Terror. Theme Song: Croatian Rhapsody - Maksim Mrvica Magical Girl Appearance: Eponine keeps her eye, hair, and skin color of course. Also, no bonnet and no katana. Wish: "I never want to be hurt again." Her wish not only granted her an impenetrable force field ability, but has significantly reduced her ability to feel pain. Because she will feel pain if those close to her are harmed, her ability includes the bonus of being able to protect others. However, she can feel her sense of touch overall deteriorating, including her sense of taste. It has also slowly affected her ability to feel emotions, as emotions are ultimately the true source of pain. This last bit worries her, since loving Fantine is the one thing she has left. Weapons: Eponine summons and wields a warhammer. She can summon more as necessary and as part of a way to extend her magic. Powers: Force Field - Eponine's force field is a thin, impenetrable layer covering her body when activated. It can be extended to her warhammer, making the weapon indestructible. She can also extend it to allies if she touches them. Keeping it on drains her magic so she lets it down when she feels she is safe. It can be further activated with 'Rejection', which sends all things touching it to go shooting off in the opposite direction. She cannot use 'Rejection' to propel herself. She can summon multiple hammers and stand them with the head on the ground and the shaft pointing up. She needs a minimum of three set out in a ring to activate a larger force field, a hemisphere of protection projected from the shafts of the hammers.</s> <\|message\|>Chloe Hartmann Chloe had spent as little time as possible patching up her leg. Without any convenient cloth on hand, and lacking the desire to tear up a good shirt or skirt for something like this, she had needed to take a quick 'peek' inside some stranger's home, where she managed to find a few bandages. Hopefully the delay wouldn't cost her much time, but at least she wouldn't be bleeding out everywhere. The tradeoff for her magical powers was a body that was close to being indestructable, but the body couldn't move without blood, and if she bled all over the streets and rooftops she might as well be leaving a trail of bread crumbs. After taking care of herself and dodging through the streets of the inner city, she found what she was looking for. One of the few safehouses of the Shadow Compact that she had been in contact with before. She was no stranger to the poverty-stricken areas of Aurora, having grown up in such areas since birth, and hiding herself away in dirty rat-holes like this since forming her contract. Not only were they good places to hide away from the prying eyes of the government, but the despair here was strong, which made it a great place to hunt for witches. Few people here were happy to see her, but she was able to get the medical attention she needed from a street doctor who had been hiding away here. Nothing else was particularly important to her, and she was a long shot from caring about the opinions of any other urchins here. "Haah, what a pain in the ass. You think you guys would be a little more grateful. I might just be taking the heat off your doorstep so you can do your own little things, whatever they are. I keep telling you, we both have the same goal, don't we?"</s> <\|message\|>Alexandra Hertz By the time Eponine arrived at the checkpoint in question, she would find most of the affair over, medics taking care of the injured men while a clean up crew dealt with the property damage. Of that there was very little this time, though that was not always the case in these sorts of things. Given what the apparent intent was, it wasn't unreasonable though. She'd find Adrian there already, a tall man with black hair and more than his share of battle scars, a former mercenary that had joined up with her. He was of a particular breed, but that made him very good at what he did. "Hey Boss," he said with a nod, glancing over to the men getting treated currently, pitying them just a bit for what they had suffered. "Everything was all settled by the time I got here. You can talk to them if you want, but at this point we don't have any leads. They're looking, but given that it was a magical girl, there isn't much hope for picking up her trail." He shrugged, a hand resting on the pistol strapped to his waist. "Still, none of the other checkpoints have reported seeing her, so odds are that she's still in this section of the city, unless she happens to have some kind of illusion magic." It wasn't much, but it was better than nothing. --- There were currently two men present in the safehouse that Chloe had found herself at, one the doctor who had patched hr up, and the other one of the men who worked with the Compact, and someone decently important, in terms of this local cell. Luckily, the doctor had had it easy given the nature of his patient, and it hadn't taken much work to deal with the wounds she had received. Now she could spend the time to heal up, if she so wanted. The safehouse was a bit small, more cozy than anything, and it was certainly well stocked with food, weapons, medical supplies, and the like. From the outside it would look like a place to be avoided, but inside it wasn't too bad. Then again, given its purpose that probably wasn't a surprise. The contact, Oscar, a pretty average fellow who preferred to look that way, with close cropped brown hair and casual garb to match, sighed as he watched Chloe from his position, leaning against a counter top. "Yeah yeah, so you say. And you had the code words, and the name drops to get in here. But we didn't survive this long simply on blind faith." He watched her with thinly veiled distrust, not that he'd have much of a chance if she actually tried to do anything. It was a reminder that not even her nominal allies trusted her all that much. "SO what's your plan now that you're here? They're going to be looking for you." --- The knowledge of all the plans Maria had was generally well confined, as was to be expected from someone like her. While there might have been rumors, there was no solid proof to accompany them, and as long as that remained the case it seemed that she would be allowed to make her plots in peace and security. Certainly rumors were not enough to act on, at least under the current ruler of Aurora. In the past that might have been another matter, but that was not the present moment. For some time she would be undisturbed, until a voice spoke to her in her head, a familiar tone that she may have viewed with some disdain, yet that also served a valuable purpose, here and elsewhere. Hello Maria Goethe, Kyubey said as he emerged from around a corner as if by magic itself, which it was in all likelihood. You appear to be well.</s> <\|message\|>Eponine Hassane "Have this area placed on lock-down, no one leaves or enters without my permission, and have her physical description circulated to each checkpoint. And if anyone sees her, they are to attempt to inform her that I wish to parley with her." While Adrian went about fulfilling her orders, Eponine gathered three more of her best. When Adrian returned, Eponine said, "Adrian, we're going on a manhunt."</s> <\|message\|>Maria Goethe "Kyubey, how nice to see you," Maria responded as she turned around to greet the white creature with her trademark cuteness. "Why yes, I am most fine as you can see. Now, what brings you to my humble abode?" In truth, Maria didn't actually care about the creature's purpose behind his visit, but decided to enjoy a bit of small talk while she had the chance, since Kyubey tends to leave magical girls alone after the contract, only appearing to dispose of grief seeds. While she does appreciate the gifts that his kind have given to her, she also knows their true nature, and, given her mood, would have no qualms with making his small head explode with her magic, since she is also aware of their apparent immortality.</s> <\|message\|>Alexandra Hertz "Got it," Adrian confirmed with a nod. It wasn't exactly a surprise, though the fact that she apparently wanted to parley with this girl was. But he wasn't going to question a decision of hers. On tactical matters he would, but he didn't get paid enough to interject in the higher affairs of magical girls. If she said she wanted to talk, that was what he would do. She was left to collect others for the hunt as Adrian went to fulfill her orders, those being two women and another man, with a varying assortment of weaponry Most of it was oriented around fighting Witches, but it would serve well enough against humans and magical girls as well. And they had been trained well in that regard to boot. When he returned, he nodded in approval of her orders. "Alright boss," he replied, falling into line as they moved away. He had his own weapon ready, an assault rifle, and he glanced over at her as they walked. "So what's the plan?" --- Kyubey padded over with her greeting, taking up a position on one of her bookshelves as he watched her, tail flicking all the while. What sorts of plots and schemes the Incubator might be hatching were hard to say, for while the group helped those magical girls who ruled, it was also well known that they had their own agenda, and would work for their self interest at the same time. Nothing incredibly urgent by your standards, Kyubey responded in a happy tone. I merely wished to check on your status and see how you were doing. After all, each magical girl is important. Important to the grand scheme of saving the universe from entropy, a goal so far off that no one here could care about it when faced with the realities and necessities of power. And even moreso when one knew the truth of the system. He tilted his head as he dropped the other shoe. I'm also curious to see how you plan to ride out the oncoming storm. Of course Kyubey would have one than more motive to his visit, a tantalizing bit of information that she could pursue at her leisure.</s> <\|message\|>Maria Goethe "Oh, isn't that sweet of you," Maria said as she opened a jar of cookies she kept in a shelf. She then offered a cookie to the creature in an endearing manner. "Would you like one?" Disgusting rat, Maria thought. Thinks he can barge in any time he wants and spout nonsense like that? Fine, I'll tolerate his presence for a bit more, before I'll have to call Fantine to clean his remains off the walls. Oh, you sly bastard. Trying to pique my interest so you can catch me in a trap of yours? Alright then, let's partake of this game. Feigning ignorance, Maria responded by mimicking Kyubey's head tilt and saying: "A storm, huh? I didn't see anything like that in the weather reports. Sure sounds scary."</s>	<\|message\|>Eponine Hassane Eponine sighed silently to herself. It wasn't a very elegant plan, but then again, she wasn't a very elegant person as she was given to tackling obstacles straight on, like a bulldozer. "We start at where our soldiers last sighted her, we scan for blood. We ask the locals if they saw anyone suspicious running by that matches the physical description we have, or if they know of a place where such a person could hide." She wanted to just get a megaphone and make an attempt to call out the magical girl, hoping that if she made it clear that she had no intention of harming her, she might come quietly, but she was already making this way more open than she felt Maria wanted; after all, if Maria wanted to speak with a magical girl from outside the city, the other nobles would probably view such an act with suspicion.</s>
<\|description\|>Eponine Hassane Sexual Abuse Trigger Warning Age: 14 Gender: Female Appearance: "I am unbreakable, I am unyielding, I am impenetrable." Personality: Eponine comes off as robotic to most. She values order above all else and believes that to achieve order, the ends justify the means. Her form of altruism is the cold, calculated utilitarianism that the incubators also happen to follow, that the good of the few can be easily sacrificed for the good of the many. She is for the most part, obedient and unquestioning of her orders and tries to the best of her ability to fulfill her missions to the letter. She cannot tolerate insubordination or rebellion, unless it promises an even better organization, an even tighter grip on chaos and human free will. She has a strong desire to protect her sister Fantine, her allies, and the majority of her vassals, though she will sacrifice a few of them if it meant protecting most of them. Eponine has a soft spot for Fantine. Eponine worries that soon, she will lose her ability to love her sister due to the negative side effects of her wish. Bio: Eponine was born in a slum of North Africans in the outskirts of Aurora. She lived with her father, mother, and two younger siblings: fraternal twins, a boy and a girl. Due to their destitute living conditions, the community became disgruntled with the ruling magical girls. Eponine grew up hating magical girls for not protecting and providing for her town. When a group of militants came to 'liberate' them from magical girls, the militants were welcomed with open arms. However, their talk of 'revolution', 'liberation', and 'equality' was empty; they were little more than bandits expanding their territory and winning support by throwing around high-minded ideals. Life under this militant group was worse than the neglect they faced when under magical girl rule. When the North African community decided that they had had enough, they revolted and failed miserably. The militants suppressed the revolt swiftly and Eponine saw both her father and mother brutally physically and sexually assaulted by the militants. Then she became their next victim. At this point she was already broken, and she simply let it happen, but when she saw others reach for her sister and brother, she snapped, and an incubator appeared before her. When she became a magical girl for the first time, it was a night of blood as Eponine cleansed the slum of the militants. In the aftermath, her brother had died from injuries he had sustained while he was being raped, while her sister, Fantine, survived. Seeing Eponine as their saviour from oppression, the community changed their minds about magical girls. Eponine sought out the magical girl that governed over her region, Maria Goethe, and swore fealty to her, aligning herself and her community to Aurora. Now she rules over and protects the slum, which has become her fief, her territory which is part of Maria's larger domain. She keeps Fantine safe in Maria's HQ. Allegiance: Aurora City Authority, Maria Goethe Skills: Very few, maybe a proficiency with polearms having swung her warhammer around enough times. She has the tactics of a juggernaut. Weapons: None Other: Eponine's diet has gotten increasingly spicy as her sense of taste has deteriorated to the point that she can barely taste anything anymore. She also sometimes bites her own tongue and inside of her cheek when she is speaking quickly, so she often bleeds from the mouth. She calls her force-field the Zone of Absolute Terror. Theme Song: Croatian Rhapsody - Maksim Mrvica Magical Girl Appearance: Eponine keeps her eye, hair, and skin color of course. Also, no bonnet and no katana. Wish: "I never want to be hurt again." Her wish not only granted her an impenetrable force field ability, but has significantly reduced her ability to feel pain. Because she will feel pain if those close to her are harmed, her ability includes the bonus of being able to protect others. However, she can feel her sense of touch overall deteriorating, including her sense of taste. It has also slowly affected her ability to feel emotions, as emotions are ultimately the true source of pain. This last bit worries her, since loving Fantine is the one thing she has left. Weapons: Eponine summons and wields a warhammer. She can summon more as necessary and as part of a way to extend her magic. Powers: Force Field - Eponine's force field is a thin, impenetrable layer covering her body when activated. It can be extended to her warhammer, making the weapon indestructible. She can also extend it to allies if she touches them. Keeping it on drains her magic so she lets it down when she feels she is safe. It can be further activated with 'Rejection', which sends all things touching it to go shooting off in the opposite direction. She cannot use 'Rejection' to propel herself. She can summon multiple hammers and stand them with the head on the ground and the shaft pointing up. She needs a minimum of three set out in a ring to activate a larger force field, a hemisphere of protection projected from the shafts of the hammers.</s> <\|message\|>Chloe Hartmann Chloe had to think for a moment on her own intentions. "Straight into the hornet's nest, huh..." She wasn't totally set on fighting with this unknown magi, though it seemed that her prospective opponent wanted a fight, or was looking for an excuse. Maybe Chloe was just projecting. In the end, she fell back on the logic that had kept her from death or corruption: What would be the most entertaining option? "Ah, so you saw that little bit of work, did you? You guys really do have eyes and ears everywhere... Well, it was made to be found, so I'm happy it could serve its purpose. Glad you liked it. Yeah, I made that 'effigy' as you call it. And... yeah, I'm on my own. Too much responsibility otherwise, y'know? Too much stress. Surely you know what I mean." Chloe was beating around the bush, trying to get a rise out of Eponine, who, while it seemed as though she should be smoldering, seemed to have something of a stone visage. This was entertaining for the carefree girl, though it was possible she was pushing her luck just a little too far in front of this stranger she had never met. "Right... Anyway, you say your owner wants to talk to me? How unusual. I suppose it wouldn't do for you to go against orders, huh? Yeah, I'll come with. Lead on, though forgive me if I stay transformed. I don't really have any reason to trust you or any number of armed goons you might have waiting in the bleachers. Name's Chloe, by the way. Chloe Hartmann. Don't bother with a background check. I bet you won't find that name in any databases these days. The poor and the downtrodden are so often overlooked by those in power."</s> <\|message\|>Violetta FitzCarraldo. (Veee oh-let-ter, not Vayyy-oh-let-ter. She gets annoyed if you mispronounce it.) Violetta took the low streets, jogging through underpasses and skipping part public parks. The early morning dark before dawn was sufficient to hide her, she didn't need to be picked out by Shadow Compact searcher lights. The fact thqt Shadow Compact searcher lights weren't actually a thing never crossed her mind as she casually vaulted over a criss-cross of metal and wire that might've once been a fence and landed cleanly on the other side. She found herself in an industrial part of town, full of humans, and chose that moment to slow down, taking in deep draughts of smoke. A thought crossed her mind. She cupped her hands and breathed into them, and was rewarded with a tiny cloud of smog circling her hands. She grinned. Of course, there was no reason this wouldn't work. Humans had put so much coal and grit and smog into the air, but she'd never thought that it'd be affected by her strange superpower as well as more mundane stuff, like steel bars and the like. She set off again, the thin wisps of smoke clinging to her like an evening dress. She stopped when her phone rang, though. It was Adrian. The girl had been found, and she'd gone quietly. All units were to report back to their stations, and carry on their respective duties. He hadn't even said sorry. Violetta sighed, taking out her frustration on a parked car. It left a dent, but didn't make her feel any better. Maybe she was just cranky because she hadn't used a seed in a while. Whatever it was, she turned around and headed back home, barely even noticing the magical girl genocidist purifying her gem on the other corner.</s> <\|message\|>Alexandra Hertz Kyubey nodded, shifting so he could look at the map that she brought up, at the same time that she could. For the moment he refrained from hopping onto her wheelchair, since that would most likely have posed significant health hazards. And while death was only an annoyance, it was a general waste of time that could be better spent dealing with the matter at hand. Once she had the map in a place where he could see it, he gestured towards it with a nod. The disturbances we noticed in the cities general magical field seemed to be coming from the cities industrial sector, he informed her. That would narrow down the search area, if a little, but it also made things more complicated at the same time. Mostly because it was a location not inside her fief. And yet that didn't seem to matter to Kyubey at the same time. That should be enough information for you to begin. Certainly any sort of magic based experiments would be difficult to hide, so Maria could probably use some of her contacts to start looking at some suspects. Unless there's something else you'd like to know? --- Alexandra sat quietly as Kolya went about describing the state of affairs that he had to inform her of. The first was not a surprise, since it was something she had heard about earlier, though she hadn't had to deal with it herself. But something like this would be her particular province, unless she chose to delegate it to one of her underlings. "I'll look into it," she replied as she took the forms, placing them off to the side so she could read them once this meeting was over. The news from the Goethe estate was interesting but of no concern, since they seemed to have the matter in hand, and her time ass too important to waste on a single disturbance. Of more concern was the last matter he had for her, but as Kolya spoke, Alexandra remained relaxed. A light smile graced her lips as she glanced over at Caroline, before turning her attention back to the man before her. "I don't think that will be necessary," she said once he had finished. "We don't know what their intentions are, and while they may be planning something, a pre emptive strike will most assuredly incite a war. As things stand now, Elysium would be honor bound to come to our aid if the UN attacked. We aren't some collapsing state they can throw to the dogs, not if they want to be taken seriously." Managing Elysium could be a pain. But so long as she kept Aurora peaceful and strong, she could count on their support. And hopefully that would be convincing enough for Kolya --- Algorithm @Krauxis "Got it boss," Adrian replied once Eponine had finished issuing her instructions. He relaxed a little as he walked away, leaving the two magical girls to themselves and whatever Maria had planned for the rogue. Once out of sight, he called the other search teams, calling them off. The border would resume it's old activity, a promise of the situation handled to anyone who had noticed the unusual behavior. Now it would be for Eponine to handle, and it would be up to her and Chloe to decide whether this would end in a fight, or if they would instead travel to the Goethe estate without further issue, especially from the guards who would recognize their superior and let her and her guest through without issue.</s> <\|message\|>Maria Goethe "No, that's just what I needed!" She said with a smile as bright as the sun. "Thank you Kyubey!" She leaned over to the white creature and attempted to pet it. Figures they would hide in the industrial sector. Dora sure is sloppy for letting this slip by her, that dumb blonde. Well, it's all the more reason for me to rearrange the pecking order once I'm in charge, and she's gonna be demoted to a Squire. I don't have time to deal with it myself, but if I remember correctly, she should be having her patrol right in that section... Maria then signed out of the computer and took out her cellphone. She flipped it open with a much more rigid gesture than you would have assumed by her happy disposition, and picked out a number. She spoke to the phone with calm authority. "Violetta? Yes, this is Maria. I've been informed that there's been sightings of illegal magical research at the industrial sector. Conduct an investigation and apprehend the people behind this activity. Once you're done report back to me."</s>	<\|message\|>Eponine Hassane During the conversation, Eponine felt a bit twitchy, ready to activate her force field should Chloe make any sudden moves. It actually flickered on and off a few times, though it wasn't visible. Though Eponine understood what Chloe meant by responsibilities, she felt that being part of a system was actually more liberating; she didn't have to think for herself or make her own decisions. Eponine saw the concept of freedom as a trap, and Chloe as one who was foolish enough to fall for it. Eponine was surprised Chloe would come so easily. "I expected you would," Eponine said, referring to Chloe's decision to stay in her magical girl state, "and I hope you won't mind if I do the same." "Chloe Hartmann? I'll remember it," Eponine said as she pulled her hammer out of the ground and leaned it over her shoulder, as she thought about Chloe's statement about the poor. She considered her own past and how she gained power. She thought about the advantages of being among the anonymous masses, letting fate and the greater powers dictate one's life. How satisfied one would be if one simply accepted their position. And if one was not satisfied, there were methods to follow, there was service to be rendered, in order to rise in the ranks. Outside of the system, nothing was guaranteed, there were no steps to follow, and one was forced to live with one's self and one's own decisions, a thought that terrified Eponine for some reason. Eponine decided to not speak to Chloe. Eponine headed back towards the border where her jeep waited, expecting Chloe to follow. She got on and ordered, "Take us back to Lady Maria's estate."</s>
<\|description\|>Eponine Hassane Sexual Abuse Trigger Warning Age: 14 Gender: Female Appearance: "I am unbreakable, I am unyielding, I am impenetrable." Personality: Eponine comes off as robotic to most. She values order above all else and believes that to achieve order, the ends justify the means. Her form of altruism is the cold, calculated utilitarianism that the incubators also happen to follow, that the good of the few can be easily sacrificed for the good of the many. She is for the most part, obedient and unquestioning of her orders and tries to the best of her ability to fulfill her missions to the letter. She cannot tolerate insubordination or rebellion, unless it promises an even better organization, an even tighter grip on chaos and human free will. She has a strong desire to protect her sister Fantine, her allies, and the majority of her vassals, though she will sacrifice a few of them if it meant protecting most of them. Eponine has a soft spot for Fantine. Eponine worries that soon, she will lose her ability to love her sister due to the negative side effects of her wish. Bio: Eponine was born in a slum of North Africans in the outskirts of Aurora. She lived with her father, mother, and two younger siblings: fraternal twins, a boy and a girl. Due to their destitute living conditions, the community became disgruntled with the ruling magical girls. Eponine grew up hating magical girls for not protecting and providing for her town. When a group of militants came to 'liberate' them from magical girls, the militants were welcomed with open arms. However, their talk of 'revolution', 'liberation', and 'equality' was empty; they were little more than bandits expanding their territory and winning support by throwing around high-minded ideals. Life under this militant group was worse than the neglect they faced when under magical girl rule. When the North African community decided that they had had enough, they revolted and failed miserably. The militants suppressed the revolt swiftly and Eponine saw both her father and mother brutally physically and sexually assaulted by the militants. Then she became their next victim. At this point she was already broken, and she simply let it happen, but when she saw others reach for her sister and brother, she snapped, and an incubator appeared before her. When she became a magical girl for the first time, it was a night of blood as Eponine cleansed the slum of the militants. In the aftermath, her brother had died from injuries he had sustained while he was being raped, while her sister, Fantine, survived. Seeing Eponine as their saviour from oppression, the community changed their minds about magical girls. Eponine sought out the magical girl that governed over her region, Maria Goethe, and swore fealty to her, aligning herself and her community to Aurora. Now she rules over and protects the slum, which has become her fief, her territory which is part of Maria's larger domain. She keeps Fantine safe in Maria's HQ. Allegiance: Aurora City Authority, Maria Goethe Skills: Very few, maybe a proficiency with polearms having swung her warhammer around enough times. She has the tactics of a juggernaut. Weapons: None Other: Eponine's diet has gotten increasingly spicy as her sense of taste has deteriorated to the point that she can barely taste anything anymore. She also sometimes bites her own tongue and inside of her cheek when she is speaking quickly, so she often bleeds from the mouth. She calls her force-field the Zone of Absolute Terror. Theme Song: Croatian Rhapsody - Maksim Mrvica Magical Girl Appearance: Eponine keeps her eye, hair, and skin color of course. Also, no bonnet and no katana. Wish: "I never want to be hurt again." Her wish not only granted her an impenetrable force field ability, but has significantly reduced her ability to feel pain. Because she will feel pain if those close to her are harmed, her ability includes the bonus of being able to protect others. However, she can feel her sense of touch overall deteriorating, including her sense of taste. It has also slowly affected her ability to feel emotions, as emotions are ultimately the true source of pain. This last bit worries her, since loving Fantine is the one thing she has left. Weapons: Eponine summons and wields a warhammer. She can summon more as necessary and as part of a way to extend her magic. Powers: Force Field - Eponine's force field is a thin, impenetrable layer covering her body when activated. It can be extended to her warhammer, making the weapon indestructible. She can also extend it to allies if she touches them. Keeping it on drains her magic so she lets it down when she feels she is safe. It can be further activated with 'Rejection', which sends all things touching it to go shooting off in the opposite direction. She cannot use 'Rejection' to propel herself. She can summon multiple hammers and stand them with the head on the ground and the shaft pointing up. She needs a minimum of three set out in a ring to activate a larger force field, a hemisphere of protection projected from the shafts of the hammers.</s> <\|message\|>Eponine Hassane When Chloe stood up, Eponine did the same, wordlessly grabbing her hammer in preparation for a surprise attack from Chloe. All this talk of rebellion confused Eponine, and not only was tension rising between Chloe and Maria while they negotiated, Eponine felt an increased tension between herself and Maria. But when Chloe told Maria to 'discuss her plans with her restless subordinates', Eponine retorted, falling back to her default thinking, "How dare you question my loyalty to Lady Maria?!" For Eponine, it was more of an emotional release; it was so much simpler to not have to think, to fall back on habit, on programmed behavior. Of course, Eponine would have to ask Maria about it later, but for now, Eponine took comfort in her zealotry, solidarity, loyalty, ignorance, and blindness. Fantine did as commanded, while Eponine shifted from foot to foot nervously until Fantine was a good distance from Chloe. Eponine worried now more than before since Maria was actually sharing vital information with an unstable deviant, but resolved to hold her tongue until after Chloe had left. When Maria asked Chloe for her name, Eponine stared at Chloe with a look of judgment, mixed in with a slight smugness. Of course, Eponine already knew Chloe's name since she ahd told her, but Eponine wanted Chloe to say it herself as Maria had ordered. For Chloe to tell Maria to ask Eponine to tell her her name would be an act of incredible insolence that Eponine was not going to tolerate. She gripped her hammer tightly, waiting for Chloe to make that mistake and give Eponine a justifiable reason to smear her bloody corpse-paste along the estate grounds.</s> <\|message\|>Yume Fubuki At the Incubator's response, Yume felt her anger be snuffed out by shame. "You are correct. Forgive my childish temper." She now spoke quietly, shifting back into her normal form. Betraying her lingering feelings, she let out a small sigh and tucked her platinum hair up under a baseball cap. This coupled with a regular shirt and pants made her appear a young boy, something that freed her from any suspicions of being magical girl when it be dangerous to be one. That's just how she liked it. "Fly under the radar and no one will hassle you." was her continual motto. It could be dangerous for a rogue like herself in this world of nobles and their subordinates, and she had no intention of making her situation worse, what with the whole "despair" thing and all. "I'm honestly surprised to have gotten a response out of you, Kyubey." she said breezily. "Which makes me regret having wasted your time." As she started off, however, someone caught her eye. A man. Sneaking glances at her. She shuddered and turned toward him, maintaining a good distance so as not to appear threatening. "May I help you?" She asked politely.</s> <\|message\|>Chloe Hartmann Chloe took the items from the serving girl, listening to Maria's explanation, and seeming to completely ignore Eponine's outburst. In truth, she was now more interested in the mental state of the uptight girl than the political proceedings happening in front of her, but it wasn't the right time to shift topics. It seems like her terms had been accepted after all. It was a bit of a relief that she was even still alive. Maria wasn't happy. Eponine wasn't happy. Chloe was on the fence, as usual. She'd fight against Alexandra and her law enforcement. She'd give this info to Oscar back at the safehouse. As much as it made Chloe happy to knock down buildings by herself, there was too much work to do. Work better suited to humans and their bombs. "Cooperation really is something, huh?" Chloe remarked casually, as though she was coming across some kind of revelation. Ever terrible at reading a room, she was back to her usual casual demeanor. "My name... your knight's got the priveledge of that info already... but it's Chloe. Chloe Hartmann." She scratched her head lightly with a huge steel finger. "Dunno if maybe you're overstating my accomplishments there, but whatever floats your boat. Good to be working with you. I look forward to the day you try to bump me off. Might just be the best day of my life, heh." Just a little gallows humor as she stood staring past such a dangerous situation. "I hope we can get along until then. Though I guess maybe that's just in the definition."</s> <\|message\|>Maria Goethe There was a moment where Maria was starting to lose her cool and turn uneasy, feeling like she has lost control of the situation. However, the moment Eponine defended her Maria once again felt relaxed and reassured. She definitely needed to consult the recent turn of events with her once the rogue left, not only to secure her loyalty, but also to clear her own feelings on the matter. Though she had planned for this to happen, having it actually happen is a completely different thing, and something she also needed to cope with. Feeling like the situation was in her grasp again, Maria returned back to her cheery self, like her previous episode was just a dream. For a moment, she thought of rewarding Chloe with a chance to leave the city once she has become queen, but knew that it would be pointless, and there was nothing she could do to avert their eventual confrontation. She smiled. "Chloe Hartmann...let's do our best together." She then turned around on her wheelchair, not wanting to see her face for a moment longer. "You may now leave," she said, and made a call to confirm that order to the guards at the gate outside.</s> <\|message\|>Chloe Hartmann Chloe nodded. Their business was finally concluded. She didn't say another word, smart enough to realize that was probably the best course of action in the tense room. Her self-defense instinct told her than any wasted words might chip away at her life. Instead, she turned and left the room, leaving the other two magi alone to discuss what would surely be some sort of plot. But that, as she had told Maria, was not any of Chloe's business. She knew these political types enough to know they were never trustworthy, but Chloe herself was just as bad, if not worse. Chloe had never met a predictable magical girl. The guards at the gate had been told of her arrival, and she waved jovially to a few who were standing stiff, their fingers on the triggers of their guns. Now free and uncaring as she was of being followed, she reverted back to human form and grasped her soul gem tightly in her hands. She would need a grief seed, and soon. But for now, she had a delivery to make. Knocking on the door of the safehouse she had so recently left, she forced her way in the door after giving all the proper safe words and planted the items she had received on the table. "Brought you a gift, to solidify a new friendship. Up for a little sabotage?"</s> <\|message\|>Alexandra Hertz Kyubey didn't react as Yume calmed down from her anger, his purpose essentially accomplished by that. While he was busy, as were his brethren, the means and methods were still in place to harvest despair from this world. The Incubators shepherded along magical girls to their inevitable fate and they became Witches, as they had for so long. One might wonder why Yume had no inquired as to the exact reason for her friends fall to despair, but Kyubey would not complain. It is no problem, he replied calmly from where he was. I had nothing immediately pressing to deal with. Thus consoled, he would wander off as she turned to address the man watching her, vanishing back into the shadows from which he had come from. --- Oscar looked back up as Chloe returned, surprise evident on his face as she entered the safehouse. "Welcome back. I'll be honest, I didn't think you'd come back, much less in one piece." He'd known that there hadn't been a fight, since a full on battle between magical girls would have been a relatively hard thing to miss if not in the confines of a Witches Barrier, but there was no way for him to know of the deal she had struck. As far as he was concerned, she was either very lucky, or very crazy. Or both. He picked up the flash drive after giving the cell phone a look, examining it for a moment before moving over to a nearby laptop. "I'm just not going to ask where you got this," he said without looking back as he booted the thing up. If it was a trap, they would not be caught unawares and ratted out. But as Chloe knew, it was not a trap, which would be the better for them all. That would become apparent as he opened the first file and practically froze, simply stuck reading what was there before him. "Okay then, if this is legitimate then I'm definitely not going to ask where you got it from. But my apologies for doubting you. This is going to be very helpful. If it was legitimate. But only time would tell that.</s>	<\|message\|>Eponine Hassane After Chloe left, those words burned inside Eponine's mind. Eponine would have let Chloe go if she had simply given her name, but if Chloe had told Maria to ask Eponine for it, Eponine would have punished her for her insolence. Chloe had instead skirted between the two options, fulfilling the option of introducing herself, while simultaneously demonstrating extreme rudeness. Eponine couldn't let it go, but by her own logic, had to. Her grip tightened on her hammer, but once Chloe was far enough away, Epoinine released her pent up rage and threw her hammer. It swung around vertically several times as it traveled across the hall, its head smashing into the wall next to the door Chloe had left by, causing the room to shake slightly. The head of the hammer was embedded into the stone wall, its handle sticking out at an odd angle amid the cloud of powdered stone. Eponine took deep, slow breaths as she disabled her magical girl form, transforming back into her original clothes and causing the hammer to disintegrate. With the hammer no longer taking up space, a few bricks fell out, crumbling to the floor. Eponine turned back to Maria and knelt. "I apologize for the property damage I have caused. Please allow me to atone for this transgression by letting me pay for the repairs, and to receive any additional punishment you deem necessary." Eponine looked up at Maria, blood trickling down from the corners of her mouth.</s>
<\|description\|>Eponine Hassane Sexual Abuse Trigger Warning Age: 14 Gender: Female Appearance: "I am unbreakable, I am unyielding, I am impenetrable." Personality: Eponine comes off as robotic to most. She values order above all else and believes that to achieve order, the ends justify the means. Her form of altruism is the cold, calculated utilitarianism that the incubators also happen to follow, that the good of the few can be easily sacrificed for the good of the many. She is for the most part, obedient and unquestioning of her orders and tries to the best of her ability to fulfill her missions to the letter. She cannot tolerate insubordination or rebellion, unless it promises an even better organization, an even tighter grip on chaos and human free will. She has a strong desire to protect her sister Fantine, her allies, and the majority of her vassals, though she will sacrifice a few of them if it meant protecting most of them. Eponine has a soft spot for Fantine. Eponine worries that soon, she will lose her ability to love her sister due to the negative side effects of her wish. Bio: Eponine was born in a slum of North Africans in the outskirts of Aurora. She lived with her father, mother, and two younger siblings: fraternal twins, a boy and a girl. Due to their destitute living conditions, the community became disgruntled with the ruling magical girls. Eponine grew up hating magical girls for not protecting and providing for her town. When a group of militants came to 'liberate' them from magical girls, the militants were welcomed with open arms. However, their talk of 'revolution', 'liberation', and 'equality' was empty; they were little more than bandits expanding their territory and winning support by throwing around high-minded ideals. Life under this militant group was worse than the neglect they faced when under magical girl rule. When the North African community decided that they had had enough, they revolted and failed miserably. The militants suppressed the revolt swiftly and Eponine saw both her father and mother brutally physically and sexually assaulted by the militants. Then she became their next victim. At this point she was already broken, and she simply let it happen, but when she saw others reach for her sister and brother, she snapped, and an incubator appeared before her. When she became a magical girl for the first time, it was a night of blood as Eponine cleansed the slum of the militants. In the aftermath, her brother had died from injuries he had sustained while he was being raped, while her sister, Fantine, survived. Seeing Eponine as their saviour from oppression, the community changed their minds about magical girls. Eponine sought out the magical girl that governed over her region, Maria Goethe, and swore fealty to her, aligning herself and her community to Aurora. Now she rules over and protects the slum, which has become her fief, her territory which is part of Maria's larger domain. She keeps Fantine safe in Maria's HQ. Allegiance: Aurora City Authority, Maria Goethe Skills: Very few, maybe a proficiency with polearms having swung her warhammer around enough times. She has the tactics of a juggernaut. Weapons: None Other: Eponine's diet has gotten increasingly spicy as her sense of taste has deteriorated to the point that she can barely taste anything anymore. She also sometimes bites her own tongue and inside of her cheek when she is speaking quickly, so she often bleeds from the mouth. She calls her force-field the Zone of Absolute Terror. Theme Song: Croatian Rhapsody - Maksim Mrvica Magical Girl Appearance: Eponine keeps her eye, hair, and skin color of course. Also, no bonnet and no katana. Wish: "I never want to be hurt again." Her wish not only granted her an impenetrable force field ability, but has significantly reduced her ability to feel pain. Because she will feel pain if those close to her are harmed, her ability includes the bonus of being able to protect others. However, she can feel her sense of touch overall deteriorating, including her sense of taste. It has also slowly affected her ability to feel emotions, as emotions are ultimately the true source of pain. This last bit worries her, since loving Fantine is the one thing she has left. Weapons: Eponine summons and wields a warhammer. She can summon more as necessary and as part of a way to extend her magic. Powers: Force Field - Eponine's force field is a thin, impenetrable layer covering her body when activated. It can be extended to her warhammer, making the weapon indestructible. She can also extend it to allies if she touches them. Keeping it on drains her magic so she lets it down when she feels she is safe. It can be further activated with 'Rejection', which sends all things touching it to go shooting off in the opposite direction. She cannot use 'Rejection' to propel herself. She can summon multiple hammers and stand them with the head on the ground and the shaft pointing up. She needs a minimum of three set out in a ring to activate a larger force field, a hemisphere of protection projected from the shafts of the hammers.</s> <\|message\|>Yume Fubuki At the Incubator's response, Yume felt her anger be snuffed out by shame. "You are correct. Forgive my childish temper." She now spoke quietly, shifting back into her normal form. Betraying her lingering feelings, she let out a small sigh and tucked her platinum hair up under a baseball cap. This coupled with a regular shirt and pants made her appear a young boy, something that freed her from any suspicions of being magical girl when it be dangerous to be one. That's just how she liked it. "Fly under the radar and no one will hassle you." was her continual motto. It could be dangerous for a rogue like herself in this world of nobles and their subordinates, and she had no intention of making her situation worse, what with the whole "despair" thing and all. "I'm honestly surprised to have gotten a response out of you, Kyubey." she said breezily. "Which makes me regret having wasted your time." As she started off, however, someone caught her eye. A man. Sneaking glances at her. She shuddered and turned toward him, maintaining a good distance so as not to appear threatening. "May I help you?" She asked politely.</s> <\|message\|>Chloe Hartmann Chloe took the items from the serving girl, listening to Maria's explanation, and seeming to completely ignore Eponine's outburst. In truth, she was now more interested in the mental state of the uptight girl than the political proceedings happening in front of her, but it wasn't the right time to shift topics. It seems like her terms had been accepted after all. It was a bit of a relief that she was even still alive. Maria wasn't happy. Eponine wasn't happy. Chloe was on the fence, as usual. She'd fight against Alexandra and her law enforcement. She'd give this info to Oscar back at the safehouse. As much as it made Chloe happy to knock down buildings by herself, there was too much work to do. Work better suited to humans and their bombs. "Cooperation really is something, huh?" Chloe remarked casually, as though she was coming across some kind of revelation. Ever terrible at reading a room, she was back to her usual casual demeanor. "My name... your knight's got the priveledge of that info already... but it's Chloe. Chloe Hartmann." She scratched her head lightly with a huge steel finger. "Dunno if maybe you're overstating my accomplishments there, but whatever floats your boat. Good to be working with you. I look forward to the day you try to bump me off. Might just be the best day of my life, heh." Just a little gallows humor as she stood staring past such a dangerous situation. "I hope we can get along until then. Though I guess maybe that's just in the definition."</s> <\|message\|>Maria Goethe There was a moment where Maria was starting to lose her cool and turn uneasy, feeling like she has lost control of the situation. However, the moment Eponine defended her Maria once again felt relaxed and reassured. She definitely needed to consult the recent turn of events with her once the rogue left, not only to secure her loyalty, but also to clear her own feelings on the matter. Though she had planned for this to happen, having it actually happen is a completely different thing, and something she also needed to cope with. Feeling like the situation was in her grasp again, Maria returned back to her cheery self, like her previous episode was just a dream. For a moment, she thought of rewarding Chloe with a chance to leave the city once she has become queen, but knew that it would be pointless, and there was nothing she could do to avert their eventual confrontation. She smiled. "Chloe Hartmann...let's do our best together." She then turned around on her wheelchair, not wanting to see her face for a moment longer. "You may now leave," she said, and made a call to confirm that order to the guards at the gate outside.</s> <\|message\|>Chloe Hartmann Chloe nodded. Their business was finally concluded. She didn't say another word, smart enough to realize that was probably the best course of action in the tense room. Her self-defense instinct told her than any wasted words might chip away at her life. Instead, she turned and left the room, leaving the other two magi alone to discuss what would surely be some sort of plot. But that, as she had told Maria, was not any of Chloe's business. She knew these political types enough to know they were never trustworthy, but Chloe herself was just as bad, if not worse. Chloe had never met a predictable magical girl. The guards at the gate had been told of her arrival, and she waved jovially to a few who were standing stiff, their fingers on the triggers of their guns. Now free and uncaring as she was of being followed, she reverted back to human form and grasped her soul gem tightly in her hands. She would need a grief seed, and soon. But for now, she had a delivery to make. Knocking on the door of the safehouse she had so recently left, she forced her way in the door after giving all the proper safe words and planted the items she had received on the table. "Brought you a gift, to solidify a new friendship. Up for a little sabotage?"</s> <\|message\|>Alexandra Hertz Kyubey didn't react as Yume calmed down from her anger, his purpose essentially accomplished by that. While he was busy, as were his brethren, the means and methods were still in place to harvest despair from this world. The Incubators shepherded along magical girls to their inevitable fate and they became Witches, as they had for so long. One might wonder why Yume had no inquired as to the exact reason for her friends fall to despair, but Kyubey would not complain. It is no problem, he replied calmly from where he was. I had nothing immediately pressing to deal with. Thus consoled, he would wander off as she turned to address the man watching her, vanishing back into the shadows from which he had come from. --- Oscar looked back up as Chloe returned, surprise evident on his face as she entered the safehouse. "Welcome back. I'll be honest, I didn't think you'd come back, much less in one piece." He'd known that there hadn't been a fight, since a full on battle between magical girls would have been a relatively hard thing to miss if not in the confines of a Witches Barrier, but there was no way for him to know of the deal she had struck. As far as he was concerned, she was either very lucky, or very crazy. Or both. He picked up the flash drive after giving the cell phone a look, examining it for a moment before moving over to a nearby laptop. "I'm just not going to ask where you got this," he said without looking back as he booted the thing up. If it was a trap, they would not be caught unawares and ratted out. But as Chloe knew, it was not a trap, which would be the better for them all. That would become apparent as he opened the first file and practically froze, simply stuck reading what was there before him. "Okay then, if this is legitimate then I'm definitely not going to ask where you got it from. But my apologies for doubting you. This is going to be very helpful. If it was legitimate. But only time would tell that.</s> <\|message\|>Eponine Hassane After Chloe left, those words burned inside Eponine's mind. Eponine would have let Chloe go if she had simply given her name, but if Chloe had told Maria to ask Eponine for it, Eponine would have punished her for her insolence. Chloe had instead skirted between the two options, fulfilling the option of introducing herself, while simultaneously demonstrating extreme rudeness. Eponine couldn't let it go, but by her own logic, had to. Her grip tightened on her hammer, but once Chloe was far enough away, Epoinine released her pent up rage and threw her hammer. It swung around vertically several times as it traveled across the hall, its head smashing into the wall next to the door Chloe had left by, causing the room to shake slightly. The head of the hammer was embedded into the stone wall, its handle sticking out at an odd angle amid the cloud of powdered stone. Eponine took deep, slow breaths as she disabled her magical girl form, transforming back into her original clothes and causing the hammer to disintegrate. With the hammer no longer taking up space, a few bricks fell out, crumbling to the floor. Eponine turned back to Maria and knelt. "I apologize for the property damage I have caused. Please allow me to atone for this transgression by letting me pay for the repairs, and to receive any additional punishment you deem necessary." Eponine looked up at Maria, blood trickling down from the corners of her mouth.</s> <\|message\|>Violetta FitzCarraldo. (Veee oh-let-ter, not Vayyy-oh-let-ter. She gets annoyed if you mispronounce it.) Mistake, please ignore.</s> <\|message\|>Maria Goethe While Maria did expect some kind of reactionary action or word from Eponine once the rogue left, she didn't expect that. She must have also kept a pent up anger inside her during the entire duration of the meeting, which was understandable given her newly-met acquaintance. While in a normal situation she would have scolded her of acting so violently inside the house and demanded she would go hunt some witch seeds or otherwise recompense, there was a more pressing subject at hand. Besides, she was also close to throwing her tea cup at the wall at some parts of the conversation. Did she bite her tongue? She is not as devoid of emotion as I assumed of her, then. "I will be lenient this time and forgive you for your act of transgression," Maria said. At this point, she didn't mind if the entire mansion crumbled, since she would be moving up into a much better building soon. "But there is something that troubles you. Could it be related to the discussion I had with the rogue? You seemed uncomfortable during it."</s>	<\|message\|>Eponine Hassane "Your clemency is more than I deserve," Eponine replied. When Maria asked what was troubling her, Eponine looked away for a bit, then looked back, "My lady spoke of rebelling against the queen and conspiring with Shadow Compact. With all due respect, that is an act of treason. Ever since you took me on as your knight, I have served you and Aurora with utmost loyalty to preserve our fragile peace and the rule of law. Given your position ad rule, I never suspected you would harbor such thoughts. I am...conflicted. To you I owe much, but how much of what I owe you do I also owe to Aurora and the order it symbolizes?"</s>
<\|description\|>Eponine Hassane Sexual Abuse Trigger Warning Age: 14 Gender: Female Appearance: "I am unbreakable, I am unyielding, I am impenetrable." Personality: Eponine comes off as robotic to most. She values order above all else and believes that to achieve order, the ends justify the means. Her form of altruism is the cold, calculated utilitarianism that the incubators also happen to follow, that the good of the few can be easily sacrificed for the good of the many. She is for the most part, obedient and unquestioning of her orders and tries to the best of her ability to fulfill her missions to the letter. She cannot tolerate insubordination or rebellion, unless it promises an even better organization, an even tighter grip on chaos and human free will. She has a strong desire to protect her sister Fantine, her allies, and the majority of her vassals, though she will sacrifice a few of them if it meant protecting most of them. Eponine has a soft spot for Fantine. Eponine worries that soon, she will lose her ability to love her sister due to the negative side effects of her wish. Bio: Eponine was born in a slum of North Africans in the outskirts of Aurora. She lived with her father, mother, and two younger siblings: fraternal twins, a boy and a girl. Due to their destitute living conditions, the community became disgruntled with the ruling magical girls. Eponine grew up hating magical girls for not protecting and providing for her town. When a group of militants came to 'liberate' them from magical girls, the militants were welcomed with open arms. However, their talk of 'revolution', 'liberation', and 'equality' was empty; they were little more than bandits expanding their territory and winning support by throwing around high-minded ideals. Life under this militant group was worse than the neglect they faced when under magical girl rule. When the North African community decided that they had had enough, they revolted and failed miserably. The militants suppressed the revolt swiftly and Eponine saw both her father and mother brutally physically and sexually assaulted by the militants. Then she became their next victim. At this point she was already broken, and she simply let it happen, but when she saw others reach for her sister and brother, she snapped, and an incubator appeared before her. When she became a magical girl for the first time, it was a night of blood as Eponine cleansed the slum of the militants. In the aftermath, her brother had died from injuries he had sustained while he was being raped, while her sister, Fantine, survived. Seeing Eponine as their saviour from oppression, the community changed their minds about magical girls. Eponine sought out the magical girl that governed over her region, Maria Goethe, and swore fealty to her, aligning herself and her community to Aurora. Now she rules over and protects the slum, which has become her fief, her territory which is part of Maria's larger domain. She keeps Fantine safe in Maria's HQ. Allegiance: Aurora City Authority, Maria Goethe Skills: Very few, maybe a proficiency with polearms having swung her warhammer around enough times. She has the tactics of a juggernaut. Weapons: None Other: Eponine's diet has gotten increasingly spicy as her sense of taste has deteriorated to the point that she can barely taste anything anymore. She also sometimes bites her own tongue and inside of her cheek when she is speaking quickly, so she often bleeds from the mouth. She calls her force-field the Zone of Absolute Terror. Theme Song: Croatian Rhapsody - Maksim Mrvica Magical Girl Appearance: Eponine keeps her eye, hair, and skin color of course. Also, no bonnet and no katana. Wish: "I never want to be hurt again." Her wish not only granted her an impenetrable force field ability, but has significantly reduced her ability to feel pain. Because she will feel pain if those close to her are harmed, her ability includes the bonus of being able to protect others. However, she can feel her sense of touch overall deteriorating, including her sense of taste. It has also slowly affected her ability to feel emotions, as emotions are ultimately the true source of pain. This last bit worries her, since loving Fantine is the one thing she has left. Weapons: Eponine summons and wields a warhammer. She can summon more as necessary and as part of a way to extend her magic. Powers: Force Field - Eponine's force field is a thin, impenetrable layer covering her body when activated. It can be extended to her warhammer, making the weapon indestructible. She can also extend it to allies if she touches them. Keeping it on drains her magic so she lets it down when she feels she is safe. It can be further activated with 'Rejection', which sends all things touching it to go shooting off in the opposite direction. She cannot use 'Rejection' to propel herself. She can summon multiple hammers and stand them with the head on the ground and the shaft pointing up. She needs a minimum of three set out in a ring to activate a larger force field, a hemisphere of protection projected from the shafts of the hammers.</s> <\|message\|>Violetta FitzCarraldo. (Veee oh-let-ter, not Vayyy-oh-let-ter. She gets annoyed if you mispronounce it.) Violetta's eyes narrowed, trying to pick at the story for any glimmer of the truth. Special? That was self-depreciation, but it was an interesting choice of words. She thought herself as "Special", that might be important enough to keep in mind later. She was an orphan. Well, who wasn't, in this day and age? Her parents died in an accident, slightly suspicious but not worth investigating over. She'd paused before giving her vague story. Almost as if she was going to before something stopped her. So, not good at the lying game. That line didn't sound prepared, either. If she had a lie prepared, it would've sounded like it came from a cue card, not from the heart, like this. The girl just sounded like there were things in her life she didn't want brought up. So, what could she draw from that? This girl was simple, kept to herself and was clever enough not to let things slip. That meant she was hiding something, and was taking waaay too much care not to let it slip. She thought herself God's Gift to something, but to what? The state? Did she fancy herself queen? Actually, that wasn't all too bad an idea. Now she came to think about it, the girl definately had a smidge of the local accent about her. She smiled, just for a moment, and lept off another building. Bingo. "The state? Personally i'll be happy once we give it back it's proper name of Germany. Why, what about you?"</s> <\|message\|>Alice Earhart book of bad juju Alice just stared at Violetta for a moment then she chuckled. "Personally, I find Aurora a much nicer name. Germany sounds dull by comparison now." That was the truth. Alice found the name indeed much nicer to hear and say but nothing about the country resembles one. The country just was not fit for such a name which was used for a beautiful phenomenon akin to a spectacular light show. However, that was not the issue here and not the answer Alice was expecting from Violetta. Maybe she did not understand my question.Is she really fine with the current state of affairs with the Authority and resistance fighting each other daily? Is she fine with the magical girls fighting with each other even over petty things? Or is she the type not to think too much and just follow orders from the top? Is she really okay with that? Alice leapt off the building and stopped again. "Chaotic..." Alice needed to be careful not to be too antagonistic to the Authority or revealed her desire for co-existence. "Witches and petty territorial disputes are bad enough. Moreover, we have two sides fighting for god know's how long. Things don't seem to be changing any time soon. If only someone would just step up and do something..." Alice realized what she was just saying and stopped herself. She quickly turned to Violetta and started to panic like a teenage girl who just revealed some dirty secret. "I-its not like I want to be that 'someone'. I mean, I'm just one of the people caught up in all this like many others and just wished someone would just save us. I just want some peace..." A tear trickled down Alice's cheek. She just partly talked with her heart after all. She quickly wiped the tear and laughed. "Hehe...silly me. I don't know why I'm talking to you about this. We should continue on...we are almost there." Alice did not realize she would actually cry. She only meant to come off to Violetta as a friendly magical girl who was not an enemy. I really suck at this...I really hope Violetta does not start to prepare to take me down...</s> <\|message\|>Violetta FitzCarraldo. (Veee oh-let-ter, not Vayyy-oh-let-ter. She gets annoyed if you mispronounce it.) Violetta glared. Behind her eyes, a thousand voices clamoured out in sheer mindless rage, and they were all her voice, and they were buzzing like a swarm of bees. "Traitor!" called out one. "Liar!" said another. "Theif! Infidel! Pre-cinder! Degenerate! HUMAN ROAST!" She reined it in, trying not to let her emotions get the better of her. She could burn the lying twisty purple fiend into a pile of ash somewhere where she wouldn't be a problem, like in this lab she was meant to investigate. Or something. It was getting hard to think, with all the little bits of yourself that usually did the thinking screaming bloody murder. It was worse, because she agreed with them. Labs! Think about labs. White coats. Chemicals. Test tubes. Acids that would tear faces away as little girls screamed in terror, curling up into balls like cockroaches leaving nothing behind but wisps of white smoke and a convenient little grief seed she could suck the soul out of. Violetta tried her best to stay calm as she jumped from parapet to parapet, but surely her companion must've noticed something by now? No, it seemed like she was still talking. Violetta just managed to hide her true feelings as she turned and flapped on about something relatively unimportant, in her eyes. She nodded, and tried to seem empathic, even making a half-hearted "There there" as the tears began to flow. Not that a german-hating fiend like the girl in mauve had any real feelings, Violetta privately observed, but it was good to keep up appearances. Thank god she hadn't asked her a question, otherwise she'd looked like a real fool. But the girl seemed to have just told her some mundane secret about herself. It couldnt've been too important, and anyway, the dead didn't tell tales.</s> <\|message\|>Alice Earhart book of bad juju Whether it was her being paranoid or not, Alice felt she needed to be extremely careful with Violetta. She was risking herself when she had said what she did a moment ago. If Violetta was indeed the Authority's loyal dog, then Alice would be in big trouble once she led the other girl to the lab location. However, Alice made sure to keep calm as she had an alternative plan if something did go wrong. If that plan failed, then she would have to prepare to face Violetta...and maybe a large group of her allies. Alice stopped talking and led Violetta. Eventually, she had reached the location of the lab she found. She had indeed stumbled on the abandoned lab by accident however she had guessed that it was something important and the Authority would come to investigate. That was the reason why she had drawn a circle which was not too big nor too small around the hole she had fallen into. The circle drawn was hardly visibly since it had been a few days however Alice knew it was enough to activate her cage spell just in case. All she needed was for Violetta to go into the circle. However, Violetta had no idea that she had already blocked the hole with huge rocks thus a person could not just simply fall into the hole. They need to blast their way through to enter. If the lab was in terrible condition, it would just cave in leading it troublesome to clear the rubble and investigate. Alice was not going to let the Authority get a one-up with Shadow Compact. Same could be said if it were the other way around. Alice walked over into the circle boundary and motioned Violetta to follow her. "The entrance is here...don't tell me why its underground. I covered it back so nobody else would find it since it looked super important." It was now or never...</s> <\|message\|>Violetta FitzCarraldo. (Veee oh-let-ter, not Vayyy-oh-let-ter. She gets annoyed if you mispronounce it.) The girl brought her into a neighbourhood where the building didn't reach much higher then ground level. Terraced houses and squarish soulless buildings lined the streets, and both of them skipped past brick chimneys and tiled roofs to get to their final destination. The building itself was... Non-existent. It looked like a billion other buildings in this area, all corrugated iron and and 50's concrete. The only distinguishing feature it had was the hole in the roof, with the boulders this girl had obviously put down. Violetta landed on the edge of the roof, and brought out her flame machine. The air around her arm went all greasy and slick with magical energy, and then the magical weapon appeared, all around her arm like a metal glove. She gave it an experimental squeeze. The liquid shot out, easily reaching inside the circle and setting lichen on fire. She frowned, and using her free hand, patted around for her soul gem. It was black. Violetta grimaced for a moment, and fished in a pocket for a grief seed, picking it up in the same hand she held the gem in. She felt her soul getting purified, like a large weight around your neck being suddenly lifted, and the fire grow larger and hotter in return. She stepped into the little circle on the ground, barely even registering it, and pointed the nozzle at the rocks and debris in the hole. She briefly thought about turning her nozzle to the side, and hitting the purple traitor with her fire. It would've been so cleansing, to remove the dirty rotten pieces of driftwood this city needed to become a pure and righteous place again, to take out the trash left behind and carry on with her plan to make this city great. She finally gave in to the temptation, twisting her hand those few degrees to the side and dousing the poor girl in magical napalm. She'd never admit this later, but she laughed.</s>	<\|message\|>Eponine Hassane Eponine thought about what would happen if she walked this path with Maria. She imagined the lives shattered by the destruction and chaos that would come. She imagined having to fight against magical girls that she had fought alongside in the past. But then she thought of rows of soldiers, marching neatly; magical girls lined up at attention, under one banner. People's lives, regulated to minimize both hope and despair to prevent unwanted contracts; witches dispatched in a precise and surgical way, more like an industrial farm than a hunt. Could all this be possible? But what wasn't possible, if only a magical girl could dream big enough? Since becoming a knight of Aurora, Eponine had stopped dreaming, and suffered the same slow death as the city. But Maria...she never stopped dreaming, she had the will to make it work. "I will follow you my lady," Eponine said, "and I renew my pledge of loyalty to you, and you only." She took Maria's hand and first touched it to her own forehead, and then brought it to her lips in a medieval gesture.</s>
<\|description\|>Eponine Hassane Sexual Abuse Trigger Warning Age: 14 Gender: Female Appearance: "I am unbreakable, I am unyielding, I am impenetrable." Personality: Eponine comes off as robotic to most. She values order above all else and believes that to achieve order, the ends justify the means. Her form of altruism is the cold, calculated utilitarianism that the incubators also happen to follow, that the good of the few can be easily sacrificed for the good of the many. She is for the most part, obedient and unquestioning of her orders and tries to the best of her ability to fulfill her missions to the letter. She cannot tolerate insubordination or rebellion, unless it promises an even better organization, an even tighter grip on chaos and human free will. She has a strong desire to protect her sister Fantine, her allies, and the majority of her vassals, though she will sacrifice a few of them if it meant protecting most of them. Eponine has a soft spot for Fantine. Eponine worries that soon, she will lose her ability to love her sister due to the negative side effects of her wish. Bio: Eponine was born in a slum of North Africans in the outskirts of Aurora. She lived with her father, mother, and two younger siblings: fraternal twins, a boy and a girl. Due to their destitute living conditions, the community became disgruntled with the ruling magical girls. Eponine grew up hating magical girls for not protecting and providing for her town. When a group of militants came to 'liberate' them from magical girls, the militants were welcomed with open arms. However, their talk of 'revolution', 'liberation', and 'equality' was empty; they were little more than bandits expanding their territory and winning support by throwing around high-minded ideals. Life under this militant group was worse than the neglect they faced when under magical girl rule. When the North African community decided that they had had enough, they revolted and failed miserably. The militants suppressed the revolt swiftly and Eponine saw both her father and mother brutally physically and sexually assaulted by the militants. Then she became their next victim. At this point she was already broken, and she simply let it happen, but when she saw others reach for her sister and brother, she snapped, and an incubator appeared before her. When she became a magical girl for the first time, it was a night of blood as Eponine cleansed the slum of the militants. In the aftermath, her brother had died from injuries he had sustained while he was being raped, while her sister, Fantine, survived. Seeing Eponine as their saviour from oppression, the community changed their minds about magical girls. Eponine sought out the magical girl that governed over her region, Maria Goethe, and swore fealty to her, aligning herself and her community to Aurora. Now she rules over and protects the slum, which has become her fief, her territory which is part of Maria's larger domain. She keeps Fantine safe in Maria's HQ. Allegiance: Aurora City Authority, Maria Goethe Skills: Very few, maybe a proficiency with polearms having swung her warhammer around enough times. She has the tactics of a juggernaut. Weapons: None Other: Eponine's diet has gotten increasingly spicy as her sense of taste has deteriorated to the point that she can barely taste anything anymore. She also sometimes bites her own tongue and inside of her cheek when she is speaking quickly, so she often bleeds from the mouth. She calls her force-field the Zone of Absolute Terror. Theme Song: Croatian Rhapsody - Maksim Mrvica Magical Girl Appearance: Eponine keeps her eye, hair, and skin color of course. Also, no bonnet and no katana. Wish: "I never want to be hurt again." Her wish not only granted her an impenetrable force field ability, but has significantly reduced her ability to feel pain. Because she will feel pain if those close to her are harmed, her ability includes the bonus of being able to protect others. However, she can feel her sense of touch overall deteriorating, including her sense of taste. It has also slowly affected her ability to feel emotions, as emotions are ultimately the true source of pain. This last bit worries her, since loving Fantine is the one thing she has left. Weapons: Eponine summons and wields a warhammer. She can summon more as necessary and as part of a way to extend her magic. Powers: Force Field - Eponine's force field is a thin, impenetrable layer covering her body when activated. It can be extended to her warhammer, making the weapon indestructible. She can also extend it to allies if she touches them. Keeping it on drains her magic so she lets it down when she feels she is safe. It can be further activated with 'Rejection', which sends all things touching it to go shooting off in the opposite direction. She cannot use 'Rejection' to propel herself. She can summon multiple hammers and stand them with the head on the ground and the shaft pointing up. She needs a minimum of three set out in a ring to activate a larger force field, a hemisphere of protection projected from the shafts of the hammers.</s> <\|message\|>Yume Fubuki Yume frowned. How could she have made an assumption like that? Things like this always seemed to happen when she was trying to stay out of trouble. "I don't know how to respond to your question. Just being careful, as you said." She spoke mostly without emotion, but a hint of humor seemed to creep its way in nevertheless. "Do you have a name, or is that classified?" As much as this other girl seemed untrustworthy, Yume still was a bit curious about her.</s> <\|message\|>Alexandra Hertz book of bad juju@TrixyTrix The Grief Seed, so recently harvested, drew in the despair that it was being fed like a sponge, the jewel growing progressively blacker as it accumulated. Such a tactic was extremely reckless and dangerous, since the outcome of a Grief Seed was something every Magical Girl was familiar with. And with how it was being fed by the flow of despair from Violetta, who knew how powerful it might end up? Though Violetta tried to divorce herself of the object before it could go further, it was too late. The Grief Seed twinkled, it's flight arrested in midair as the air itself rippled and flexed, before a wave of darkness rushed out, engulfing both magical girls and the immediate area, twisting and shaping reality. When it faded, they would find themselves in a winter wonderland. In the distance chimney stacks jutted into the sky, puffing out clouds that turned into falling snow. Closer to home, trees of glass and ice made a forest, cut by interspersed paths that disoriented and made maneuvering difficult with the inversion of 'up' and 'down. As it stood now, the fight had been put on hold in favor of locating each other, if either magical girl was willing to do that. No familiars appeared yet, the Witch still apparently in the process of generating them, but it would not be long. And if they stayed transformed, it would not be long until the familiars tracked them down. But given the situation, that might be a risk worth taking. One could never say for sure, in the uncertainty of a Witches Labrynth</s> <\|message\|>Chloe Hartmann Chloe frowned. "Rude to respond to a question with a question, girl. That's just bad play." She had to think about how to respond to this turn of events, or whether she wanted to respond at all. "...No, not classified. It just doesn't mean anything. Name's Chloe, if you must know." This girl seemed reticent, though given Chloe's all-too-sudden approach from the darkness, she supposed it was probably natural. "If you're not with Aurora, it's dangerous to be out at night because it's easier to start a fight. The agents here'll kill ya. But if you are, well, I suppose I'm the one who's potentially getting killed tonight, aren't I? That's dangerous for me. So you and me meeing, see, that's either a super bad omen, or else," Chloe leaned a little closer, though she was standing pretty far away in the first place, "maybe it's 'destiny.'" Chloe grinned, all teeth like a hungry shark. Something about the way this person had responded had set off her mischief sensor, and what had potentially been an average nightly encounter had turned into an opportunity for play. And like a puppy, even when she was exhausted, Chloe could always make time to play with toys.</s> <\|message\|>Eponine Hassane "Understood, Lady Maria," Eponine said. Though her emotionless expression had returned, conviction could be seen in her eyes. She saluted Maria and left the hall. Fantine, meanwhile had struggled at trying to stand at attention, while watching Eponine lose her temper and composure. Fantine had wanted to run over and comfort her sister, but she didn't know if anything she could have done would have helped. Since Eponine became a magical girl, she had grown extremely distant. Fantine knew Eponine still cared for her, but Eponine bore all the burden, while Fantine felt powerless. Fantine couldn't care less whether Eponine served Aurora or Maria, Fantine merely wished to support her sister whatever her choice was, but she found no way to support her except smiling and pretending everything was fine, pretend she didn't see what being a magical girl had done to Eponine. Fantine steeled herself and made sure she wasn't crying, but took a few quick glances at Maria, wondering if their lady actually cared about them as she professed or if she was just playing her game of thrones. --- A while later, Eponine arrived at the industrial sector where Violetta was supposed to be. As she neared, she sensed the presence of a witch's barrier. She took out her soul gem and followed its directions leading her past an abandoned lab with a giant boulder and fresh scorch marks; signs of Violetta's presence. As she wandered around, the space around her began to warp, meaning that she was either getting closer, the barrier was expanding, or both. Soon she was struck by what could only be described a snow-blindness as she entered the barrier. While her eyes adjusted to the sudden brightness, she didn't blink, which would have been the normal reflex action to have were it not for the fact that Eponine's sense of pain was severely dulled. Eponine figured Violetta was probably in the barrier as well, which would explain her lack of updates. Eponine transformed, and pulled out a hammer. Eponine wondered how she was going to find Violetta in this muffled, snowy mess.</s> <\|message\|>Maria Goethe Maria took a deep breath and started to laugh. She wanted to release the tension she had from the negotiation she had done with both new and old allies, and how she has irrevocably chosen her destiny, for good and bad. For a moment she felt like she was elevated to a point above human consciousness, and could see the many futures that awaited. She quickly stopped, and turned towards Fantine. "Fantine, you may not have realized this, but I am in quite an enjoyable mood today. Would you like to try and guess why that is?" She enjoyed hearing others share the deeds she has done, and the feats she may accomplish, such was her hubris at moments like this.</s> <\|message\|>Fantine Hassane Fantine was a bit taken aback by Maria's question. Recruiting (sort of) Chloe was something Maria probably could be proud of, but Fantine didn't see that keeping Eponine's loyalty was something Maria should gloat about. If anything, Maria should be showing relief at having kept Eponine's loyalty, and maybe even a little shaken that she had risked losing it in the first place, but the way Maria asked this question implied that she felt neither. Of course, Fantine chose to indulge Maria's question, "If I were to guess, I think you're happy because you managed to make that other magical girl join you." Fantine chose to leave Eponine out of her response. She hadn't seen her sister so emotional for a long time, and didn't like how it seemed that Maria was taking such a powerful and shaking moment for Eponine and chalking it up as another 'achievement'. Though perhaps Fantine was misreading Maria's demeanor; Maria's response may reveal something else.</s> <\|message\|>Maria Goethe "Yes, that is correct. Truth be told, I was worried there for a minute, since there were factors into the rogue even I could not foresee. But that is in the past, and I'd rather look forwards to the future." She paused for a bit, and then leaned on the arms of her wheelchair with her elbows, her fingers clasped under her chin. Her eyes looked misty. "I'm also happy your sister understood me, despite having kept this from her. She is one of the few people I would never want to turn against me; what remains of my heart would be broken even further."</s> <\|message\|>Alexandra Hertz Algorithm The Witches Barrier stretched out before her, a snowy wonderland with glittering, icy trees that lined the sides of snow covered paths. Behind the winter wonderland one could see the hint of industry, the smokestacks on the horizon pumping out snow, and the bricks that popped up occasionally. A Barrier was the mix of a Witches nature, as well as the location it was in, and that was easy to determine now. But at this point it probably didn't matter to Eponine. At this point there were no Familiars, though doubtlessly she would find them further inside. They were naturally less prevalent towards the edges, especially if it was a newly formed Witch. She would have more of a problem with the environment itself, patches of ice beneath the snow, the light hiding steep drops and dead ends. Even her sense of direction would be affected, the land itself shifting around her, a winter wonderland thrown into mind boggling maze that she would have to traverse to the center of the barrier, or to wherever Violetta might be. And it wasn't as if the other girl was helping in that regard. She'd just have to do the best she could before things got worse in here.</s>	<\|message\|>Eponine Hassane Because Maria showed weakness by saying that her heart would break if Eponine turned against her, Fantine reassessed how she viewed Maria. "I'm sure that in the beginning, Eponine served you only so she could protect me. I think I can say with confidence that that is no longer the case. Despite the walls she puts up around her, Eponine cares for you too. The two of us will never leave your side." --- If Violetta was in here as Eponine surmised, then the best way to find her was to head for the center. Eponine looked down as a slight jab of terror flashed through her. She had no idea what would happen if she lost her footing and fell into the sky, but just thinking about it made it difficult just to keep balance. Heights were not Eponine's strong point; her preferred method of fighting was being completely grounded and using her stability to her advantage. She was also not so good when it came to mobility, jumping from upside-down tree branch to upside-down tree branch would be a difficult chore requiring more magic than most other magical girls needed to use for such a feat. Eponine started dashing forward, taking careful jumps, trying not to be too wasteful of her magic, though she slipped a few times and used a bit of magic to give herself the little boost she needed to make it to the next branch. Eponine hoped she could make it to the buildings where she could at least stand on the ceiling before being assaulted by familiars.</s>
<\|description\|>Eponine Hassane Sexual Abuse Trigger Warning Age: 14 Gender: Female Appearance: "I am unbreakable, I am unyielding, I am impenetrable." Personality: Eponine comes off as robotic to most. She values order above all else and believes that to achieve order, the ends justify the means. Her form of altruism is the cold, calculated utilitarianism that the incubators also happen to follow, that the good of the few can be easily sacrificed for the good of the many. She is for the most part, obedient and unquestioning of her orders and tries to the best of her ability to fulfill her missions to the letter. She cannot tolerate insubordination or rebellion, unless it promises an even better organization, an even tighter grip on chaos and human free will. She has a strong desire to protect her sister Fantine, her allies, and the majority of her vassals, though she will sacrifice a few of them if it meant protecting most of them. Eponine has a soft spot for Fantine. Eponine worries that soon, she will lose her ability to love her sister due to the negative side effects of her wish. Bio: Eponine was born in a slum of North Africans in the outskirts of Aurora. She lived with her father, mother, and two younger siblings: fraternal twins, a boy and a girl. Due to their destitute living conditions, the community became disgruntled with the ruling magical girls. Eponine grew up hating magical girls for not protecting and providing for her town. When a group of militants came to 'liberate' them from magical girls, the militants were welcomed with open arms. However, their talk of 'revolution', 'liberation', and 'equality' was empty; they were little more than bandits expanding their territory and winning support by throwing around high-minded ideals. Life under this militant group was worse than the neglect they faced when under magical girl rule. When the North African community decided that they had had enough, they revolted and failed miserably. The militants suppressed the revolt swiftly and Eponine saw both her father and mother brutally physically and sexually assaulted by the militants. Then she became their next victim. At this point she was already broken, and she simply let it happen, but when she saw others reach for her sister and brother, she snapped, and an incubator appeared before her. When she became a magical girl for the first time, it was a night of blood as Eponine cleansed the slum of the militants. In the aftermath, her brother had died from injuries he had sustained while he was being raped, while her sister, Fantine, survived. Seeing Eponine as their saviour from oppression, the community changed their minds about magical girls. Eponine sought out the magical girl that governed over her region, Maria Goethe, and swore fealty to her, aligning herself and her community to Aurora. Now she rules over and protects the slum, which has become her fief, her territory which is part of Maria's larger domain. She keeps Fantine safe in Maria's HQ. Allegiance: Aurora City Authority, Maria Goethe Skills: Very few, maybe a proficiency with polearms having swung her warhammer around enough times. She has the tactics of a juggernaut. Weapons: None Other: Eponine's diet has gotten increasingly spicy as her sense of taste has deteriorated to the point that she can barely taste anything anymore. She also sometimes bites her own tongue and inside of her cheek when she is speaking quickly, so she often bleeds from the mouth. She calls her force-field the Zone of Absolute Terror. Theme Song: Croatian Rhapsody - Maksim Mrvica Magical Girl Appearance: Eponine keeps her eye, hair, and skin color of course. Also, no bonnet and no katana. Wish: "I never want to be hurt again." Her wish not only granted her an impenetrable force field ability, but has significantly reduced her ability to feel pain. Because she will feel pain if those close to her are harmed, her ability includes the bonus of being able to protect others. However, she can feel her sense of touch overall deteriorating, including her sense of taste. It has also slowly affected her ability to feel emotions, as emotions are ultimately the true source of pain. This last bit worries her, since loving Fantine is the one thing she has left. Weapons: Eponine summons and wields a warhammer. She can summon more as necessary and as part of a way to extend her magic. Powers: Force Field - Eponine's force field is a thin, impenetrable layer covering her body when activated. It can be extended to her warhammer, making the weapon indestructible. She can also extend it to allies if she touches them. Keeping it on drains her magic so she lets it down when she feels she is safe. It can be further activated with 'Rejection', which sends all things touching it to go shooting off in the opposite direction. She cannot use 'Rejection' to propel herself. She can summon multiple hammers and stand them with the head on the ground and the shaft pointing up. She needs a minimum of three set out in a ring to activate a larger force field, a hemisphere of protection projected from the shafts of the hammers.</s> <\|message\|>Violetta FitzCarraldo. (Veee oh-let-ter, not Vayyy-oh-let-ter. She gets annoyed if you mispronounce it.) Violetta jumped down onto the ceiling, and glared at the other girl while the bi- the Hellhound launched into her prepared shtick about what she was sent to do. She listened with half an ear, not even deigning to give the girl her full attention. The edges of the rooms were covered with work posters, half obscured with the darkness. The only real light in the room had been the hole in the window she'd freed up, filling the room with a single beam which little clouds of dust danced and made little words in the clouds. She tried to read one, but it vanished and changed as soon as she made sense of it. Witch logic. A little pop brought her attention back to the girl blending in to the darkness. She stifled a grin, trying to stop the joke about not being able to see her in the dark, and tried to keep a straight face while she briefed her. "Well, fine. Just so long as you don't try to stab me in the back. Oh, and just so you know, there's a magical girl in the labyrinth the boss wants dead. Try to take her down, silent-like, if you can. Blonde, purple dress. Should stick out like a sore thumb around these parts."</s> <\|message\|>Alexandra Hertz book of bad juju@Stern Algorithm@TrixyTrix The wait that had gone by unbidden was now over, and all those currently inside the Witches Barrier would soon notice as Familiars began to appear. They were drawn to the magical energy given off by the various girls when they were in their current form, though returning to simple human would act as a disguise. But at the same time though, it would obviously make them less able o defend themselves if they were to be attacked. White snow bunnies hopped along, almost cute if it weren't for the razor fangs and glowing red eyes. Their form seemed uncertain though, shifting and shimmering in the light, making it difficult to tell exactly where they were in this whole mess of white and ice, though not impossible by any means. So they arrived, hopping along the ceiling and moving towards the three girls that had dared to intrude, even if one of them was directly responsible for the formation of the Witch in the first place. The time to talk was over. If they wanted to survive this experience, they would have to fight. And even now, the Witch had yet to enter into her full glory.</s> <\|message\|>Eponine Hassane "Another magical girl?" Eponine asked. "I was not informed of this. My Lady said that this was simply a recon mission. Did my Lady specifically order this magical girl destroyed, or is this a result of your own judgment? Did she pose a threat to you, or is she perhaps connected to the location of interest in some way?" A rabbit familiar leapt at Eponine, who flourished her hammer and loudly pounded the familiar into a bloody pulp in the ceiling. She turned to Violetta, "Also, I don't do 'silent-like'."</s> <\|message\|>Violetta FitzCarraldo. (Veee oh-let-ter, not Vayyy-oh-let-ter. She gets annoyed if you mispronounce it.) Algorithm Was that a joke? It was so hard to tell, in the darkness. Violetta blinked, unsure of what exactly to say. Then her brain came up with something good. "She attacked an officer of Aurora City Authority." she began, gesturing vaguely to her hip. There was nothing there, between all the waiting, but it got a point across. "Assault on an officer of the ACA, Resisting Arrest, Conspiracy to Commit Criminal acts, Unauthorized Invocation of Witches..." She went on, the capital letters slotting easily into place. They had a magic all of their own. They could make you believe what you thought was wrong. She counted on her fingers, trying to sell the lie. "Attempting to deceive an ACA agent in the Execution of their Duties- these aren't petty crimes. We cannot allow such things to be done against the Lady's name, entendido?"</s> <\|message\|>Eponine Hassane Eponine did not mean her question accusatorily, she merely wished to resolve the information discrepancy. "Understood. Such a criminal should be brought down at once." Eponine sighed, she'd had enough dealing with rogues for one day. "Were you able to ascertain her affiliation, if any? You also mentioned Unauthorized Invocation, so she was responsible for this witch?" Eponine asked this just to connect the pieces, though to someone who was lying, it may have come off as if she were questioning the validity of the statement. The rabbit familiars kept coming, so Eponine assumed her default formation as frontline tank, using her powerful melee and defensive magic to stave off enemies, while allowing Violetta to do ranged area control.</s> <\|message\|>Chloe Hartmann Chloe pursed her lips, looking up in the sky with her hands in her pockets. "Destiny, huh..." It was a question she had to think about, and that made her anxious. After everything that had happened today, she had out herself in a valuable, if dangerous, position. Was that destiny? Or luck? "Nah, I suppose you're right. Destiny's just made up." The only acceptable conclusion was that Chloe reached her position through skill, intuition and hard work. Everything else was just passing the buck. "So, that brings us back to my original question. I dunno who you are, and that's dangerous. Haven't even told me your name yet, and that's just rude. I feel like you're just jerking me around. I don't like that much. Been jerked around enough today. And now I'm tired and frustrated. Need a stress relief." Chloe's sentences got shorter and more terse as she continued speaking, and her muscles tensed in her arms. It wasn't visible, but she was gripping the brass knuckles in her pockets tightly, squeezing them like a stress ball as she worked herself up. She wasn't even that angry at this stranger, but something inside her had shifted gears, putting her in 'fight mode.' "You've admitted that you're a magi, so that means you won't die if I hit you, right? Right?" With a dull flash, she pulled her hands out of her pockets, her brass knuckles turning into her signature giant magical fists, and her headphones shined with a dull light that signified their transformation as well as she changed fully into magical girl form. With her huge hands, she pointed a finger at the girl in front of her. "I'm nice enough to wait for you to transform today, so consider yourself lucky. In exchange, if I beat you, you're gonna tell me who you are... or else I'll kill you."</s> <\|message\|>Violetta FitzCarraldo. (Veee oh-let-ter, not Vayyy-oh-let-ter. She gets annoyed if you mispronounce it.) Algorithm The shifty white blob things were pouring into the building, and the conversation was cut short by the Hellhound turning and pounding a rabbit into so much veal mince. Good thing, too, because Violetta had already drawn her weapon in order to teach the annoyingly curious girl a lesson. Her little pre-act of anger was hidden in all the rush, and presumably the other girl had just assumed she'd pulled it out to fight. And all the better, because now there was a whole bunch of punching bags to take her anger out on. Humans were boring to kill. They screamed, and ran away at the slightest little burn, and the smell always made her hungry. Even witches rarely did more then sit still and throw stuff. She grinned, the fire dancing behind her eyes already, glancing around the room, and taking stock of sightlines. Screw ranged combat. She took a pose like a sprinter at a marathon, and charged. She went at a cluster of the things, staying low, her arms cradling her weapon of choice as it spewed out a spray of hellfire to her right. For a moment, it caught the shaft of light, turning the globules into a greasy oil-slick rainbow in the sky, before the pilot light stole the greens and blues, leaving only the red greasy fire. Violetta slid across the inverted ceiling, knocking out a cluster of the hideous things without even slowing down. That was important. You slowed down and you died. She hit the wall, and bounced off it, repeating her maneuver from earlier.</s> <\|message\|>Yume Fubuki Yume merely shrugged and transformed, a long white and pink dress flowing from her chest down to the hem and replacing her regular clothes. She summoned her main axe and propped the handle on her shoulder before speaking. "Very well then. If you want a fight, than a fight you shall have." She let her eyelids drop into a lazy, carefree position that matched her smile. "You could have just asked for my name, you know. But since you seem insistent on this outcome, I'll save that for later." "'Nice enough', what a joke."</s>	<\|message\|>Eponine Hassane Eponine saw Violetta dash forward in a furious frenzy of flame, completely disregarding the team combat set-up that Eponine had intended to prepare. Eponine had hoped that they could push through these familiars together, but Violetta blazed ahead by herself, leaving Eponine to slowly golf the familiars around her away from herself. Eponine tried to run after the scorching trail that Violetta had burned out but more familiars kept piling in, closing the path between Eponine and Violetta. One of the rabbit familiars lunged at Eponine, but given the danger of thesituation, her force-field was already active, so the rabbit simply bounced off. Eponine continued to walk forward, hoping that they would reach the witch soon, swatting away familiars that stood in her way, muttering "reject" to activate the force-field wrapped around her hammer in order to launch familiars that came in contact with it away at tremendous force. She was severely irked by Violetta's lack of cooperation.</s>
<\|description\|>Eponine Hassane Sexual Abuse Trigger Warning Age: 14 Gender: Female Appearance: "I am unbreakable, I am unyielding, I am impenetrable." Personality: Eponine comes off as robotic to most. She values order above all else and believes that to achieve order, the ends justify the means. Her form of altruism is the cold, calculated utilitarianism that the incubators also happen to follow, that the good of the few can be easily sacrificed for the good of the many. She is for the most part, obedient and unquestioning of her orders and tries to the best of her ability to fulfill her missions to the letter. She cannot tolerate insubordination or rebellion, unless it promises an even better organization, an even tighter grip on chaos and human free will. She has a strong desire to protect her sister Fantine, her allies, and the majority of her vassals, though she will sacrifice a few of them if it meant protecting most of them. Eponine has a soft spot for Fantine. Eponine worries that soon, she will lose her ability to love her sister due to the negative side effects of her wish. Bio: Eponine was born in a slum of North Africans in the outskirts of Aurora. She lived with her father, mother, and two younger siblings: fraternal twins, a boy and a girl. Due to their destitute living conditions, the community became disgruntled with the ruling magical girls. Eponine grew up hating magical girls for not protecting and providing for her town. When a group of militants came to 'liberate' them from magical girls, the militants were welcomed with open arms. However, their talk of 'revolution', 'liberation', and 'equality' was empty; they were little more than bandits expanding their territory and winning support by throwing around high-minded ideals. Life under this militant group was worse than the neglect they faced when under magical girl rule. When the North African community decided that they had had enough, they revolted and failed miserably. The militants suppressed the revolt swiftly and Eponine saw both her father and mother brutally physically and sexually assaulted by the militants. Then she became their next victim. At this point she was already broken, and she simply let it happen, but when she saw others reach for her sister and brother, she snapped, and an incubator appeared before her. When she became a magical girl for the first time, it was a night of blood as Eponine cleansed the slum of the militants. In the aftermath, her brother had died from injuries he had sustained while he was being raped, while her sister, Fantine, survived. Seeing Eponine as their saviour from oppression, the community changed their minds about magical girls. Eponine sought out the magical girl that governed over her region, Maria Goethe, and swore fealty to her, aligning herself and her community to Aurora. Now she rules over and protects the slum, which has become her fief, her territory which is part of Maria's larger domain. She keeps Fantine safe in Maria's HQ. Allegiance: Aurora City Authority, Maria Goethe Skills: Very few, maybe a proficiency with polearms having swung her warhammer around enough times. She has the tactics of a juggernaut. Weapons: None Other: Eponine's diet has gotten increasingly spicy as her sense of taste has deteriorated to the point that she can barely taste anything anymore. She also sometimes bites her own tongue and inside of her cheek when she is speaking quickly, so she often bleeds from the mouth. She calls her force-field the Zone of Absolute Terror. Theme Song: Croatian Rhapsody - Maksim Mrvica Magical Girl Appearance: Eponine keeps her eye, hair, and skin color of course. Also, no bonnet and no katana. Wish: "I never want to be hurt again." Her wish not only granted her an impenetrable force field ability, but has significantly reduced her ability to feel pain. Because she will feel pain if those close to her are harmed, her ability includes the bonus of being able to protect others. However, she can feel her sense of touch overall deteriorating, including her sense of taste. It has also slowly affected her ability to feel emotions, as emotions are ultimately the true source of pain. This last bit worries her, since loving Fantine is the one thing she has left. Weapons: Eponine summons and wields a warhammer. She can summon more as necessary and as part of a way to extend her magic. Powers: Force Field - Eponine's force field is a thin, impenetrable layer covering her body when activated. It can be extended to her warhammer, making the weapon indestructible. She can also extend it to allies if she touches them. Keeping it on drains her magic so she lets it down when she feels she is safe. It can be further activated with 'Rejection', which sends all things touching it to go shooting off in the opposite direction. She cannot use 'Rejection' to propel herself. She can summon multiple hammers and stand them with the head on the ground and the shaft pointing up. She needs a minimum of three set out in a ring to activate a larger force field, a hemisphere of protection projected from the shafts of the hammers.</s> <\|message\|>Eponine Hassane Eponine saw Violetta dash forward in a furious frenzy of flame, completely disregarding the team combat set-up that Eponine had intended to prepare. Eponine had hoped that they could push through these familiars together, but Violetta blazed ahead by herself, leaving Eponine to slowly golf the familiars around her away from herself. Eponine tried to run after the scorching trail that Violetta had burned out but more familiars kept piling in, closing the path between Eponine and Violetta. One of the rabbit familiars lunged at Eponine, but given the danger of thesituation, her force-field was already active, so the rabbit simply bounced off. Eponine continued to walk forward, hoping that they would reach the witch soon, swatting away familiars that stood in her way, muttering "reject" to activate the force-field wrapped around her hammer in order to launch familiars that came in contact with it away at tremendous force. She was severely irked by Violetta's lack of cooperation.</s> <\|message\|>Chloe Hartmann 'If you want a fight,' she says. No doubt about it, this girl's passive nature had a way of getting under Chloe's skin. It wasn't that she wanted to kill her or anything, it was simply that she had grown bored, and fighting was fun. Even if Chloe was at risk of death in this fight, boredom was its own death to a certain class of being. Without another word, Chloe cracked a wide grin and slammed her fists onto the ground, using the force to aid a forward lunge at faster than normal speed. Before closing the distance between the two of them, she extended her hands forward, fingers outsretched, aiming for the other girl's weapon, which seemed to be a large axe. Weapons like that were a threat to a fistfighter like Chloe, but if she could get her hands on it, they would be on more even ground. If she could grab hold of the girl's weapon or even her weapon-arm, things would follow from there, and it would be exceedingly difficult to stop Chloe's momentum from that point. And speaking of momentum, if her lunge was blocked, the force should be enough to drive the girl backwards or perhaps knock her off balance.</s> <\|message\|>Yume Fubuki "Aggressive, aren't you?" Yume thought as the girl launched herself at her. She quickly swung her axe out in front of herself and grabbed one end in each hand, feeling Chloe's momentum slam into her. She was pushed several feet back as a result of the older magi's superior strength, and had to dig her heels into the ground to prevent herself from slipping farther. Grinding her teeth in effort, Yume stepped to the side, attempting to set Chloe off balance.</s> <\|message\|>Alexandra Hertz Algorithm@The book of bad juju The inside of the factory became a maelstrom of fire and combat as Violetta cut lose with her flamethrower, sending gouts of fire about. With her and Eponine working together, ostensibly even though there was no sign of it, these familiars didn't stand a chance. All they had going for them was their numbers, and that didn't mean much in the fact of what was being thrown at them. Soon enough the Familiars had been burned out or destroyed, leaving the two in the on fire factory. The sound of creaking metal could be heard as fire licked at it. Even with the foes gone, they didn't seem to be out of danger just yet. And if they wanted to get out, or to find the Witch, they would have no choice but to move on from this factory and back into the dazzlingly twisted, snowy labyrinth. --- Time passed by relatively undisturbed for Maria once she had finished her meeting with Chloe, having come a step closer to furthering her plans for eventual rule. If there was a conflict or fight she would hear of it, and in the meanwhile she would be merely forced to wait for some news from Eponine, if her subordinate was in a position where she could give it. For now though, the time of the month that she most likely hated rolled around. Specifically, that point where she would have to make the trek to the center of the city and Alexandra's base of operations, to pay tax from the Grief Seeds she had collected from her territory to her ruler. Much as she might despise it, it was a duty she had to fulfill. And she would have to get a move on soon if she wanted to make it in a timely fashion. Being late could be taken as an insult, which would not do well for her if she was trying to keep her head down until the time for her coup came. But in the end that was her decision.</s> <\|message\|>Maria Goethe Water splashed in a sizable tub as Maria was taking a relaxing foam bath. She was thinking about what she spoke with Fantine, and made bubbles. She realized she went a bit overboard with showcasing her powers since she made quite a mess of herself, but she assured herself it was good for keeping discipline. Fantine has been a while in the household, but she hasn't really seen the extent of her magical powers until now. She lifted her leg, and sighed. After she was done, Maria had her clothing fly out of the drawers and cupboards, and dressed herself in a fashion reminiscent of a transformation sequence, her dress and socks flying into place without a moment's reprieve. She went to the basement, and beyond the grotesque "Playroom" and jail cells was a sturdy door. Maria placed her hand on a scanner, typed in the password, and the door opened to reveal a storage room containing rows of crates. A black sun was marked on the sides of the crates. We've fallen back a bit on the quota, so that makes only 3 or so possible deliveries before I've run out. But it won't matter in the long run, of course. I have just enough to make my dreams reality. With a flick of her fingers, many rows of crates started to float, led on by her finger as she rolled out of the basement and outside, where pick-up trucks were waiting along with their drivers and the guards, who saluted in sync once they spotted her coming. She placed the crates inside the vehicles, and had herself and her wheelchair moved into the green van at the front, which was accessorized and rich-looking. "To Alexandra's tower," She commanded the driver.</s> <\|message\|>Violetta FitzCarraldo. (Veee oh-let-ter, not Vayyy-oh-let-ter. She gets annoyed if you mispronounce it.) She bounced and bounced and bounced for a while before she noticed the area was considerably less bunny-infested then it had been. She stopped, which is quite hard to do when jumping from wall to wall while cackling and spewing flame everywhere. She ended up pointing the flame machine in front of her and using the recoil to slow her down, even if it meant getting her twintails singed. She glanced around, pointedly, trying to not let the hellhound get behind her. She trusted her amount as much as she could throw her hammer, even if nominally they had the same employer. Oh yeah, that reminded her. She pulled out her soul gem from it's hiding location and glanced at it, before putting it back somewhere undisclosed, where it wouldn't be sniped at. No real drain. She'd still have enough to kill a witch even if the Valkyrie's did arrive on time. There was only one enemy left, in her hamster ball. She waved at the transluscent shimmering shield, and spoke up. "You finished in there, Hellhound? Some of us have a witch to kill."</s> <\|message\|>Eponine Hassane Eponine looked around the factory, noticing that they had cleared it of familiars. She was somewhat disappointed to see that the witch was nowhere in sight. She had assumed the factory was the center of the labyrinth and that they would find the witch here. She really didn't want to have to fight in the inverted forest. Eponine looked up at Violetta. She wanted to chide the girl for not assuming formation with her, but decided to just stay quiet. "Coming," Eponine replied to Violetta, though instead of jumping up to a window to leave, Eponine merely took out her frustration on the wall of the factory, hammering open a crumbling hole through which to leave the factory, and reenter the forest of inverted ice trees.</s> <\|message\|>Violetta FitzCarraldo. (Veee oh-let-ter, not Vayyy-oh-let-ter. She gets annoyed if you mispronounce it.) Violetta lept, and took purchase on the upside down windowsill. The vast and slightly shimmery landscape of the forest was all she could see for miles around this building, and for some reason that made her nervous. How big could a witch's labyrinth get? And what would happen when she reached the other end, would she get spat out into the real world? Or would she just bump head first into an invisible wall mid-jump and plummet to her death? She glanced down, and tightened her grip on the window. A view like that could give an albatross vertigo. Maybe the witch was down there, conveniently placing itself just where a normal human would fall and a magical girl would stay up. But nah, Michelle hadn't been that smart in life. Was she? Violetta lept from trunk to trunk, more out of boredom then anything. It'd be so easy to just nudge a bunny around here and send it plummeting to their death or whatever familliars had instead. She, Violetta would just have to wander around till she found the witch,. Maybe she could antagonize the other two girls if they ended meeting each other again. That would be fun. It was always a source of personal annoyance that the only real power that was capable of fighting the Authority to any significant degree skulked around in the shadows rather then fight. It seemed such an inefficient way of going about things. Violetta dreamed at night of ranks and files. Of sorties and rooftop-to-rooftop duels and carpet bombings of grief seeds ready to blow. People could get behind a good war. It gave people something to do, and something to die for. Nobody makes mortal sacrifices in peacetime. It happens twice a day in a good fight. She stepped on an upside down branch and pressed on.</s>	<\|message\|>Eponine Hassane Eponine followed Violetta out into the trees, and once again, went from branch to branch very slowly due to her difficulty with acrobatics. Eponine thought about how Violetta's weapon might be able to melt the trees here. It would be very powerful, but very dangerous: it would be a great tactical advantage to be able to destroy the enemy's environment, but she risked destroying her own in the process. Eponine wondered where this witch was, and where the other magical girl was.</s>
<\|description\|>Eponine Hassane Sexual Abuse Trigger Warning Age: 14 Gender: Female Appearance: "I am unbreakable, I am unyielding, I am impenetrable." Personality: Eponine comes off as robotic to most. She values order above all else and believes that to achieve order, the ends justify the means. Her form of altruism is the cold, calculated utilitarianism that the incubators also happen to follow, that the good of the few can be easily sacrificed for the good of the many. She is for the most part, obedient and unquestioning of her orders and tries to the best of her ability to fulfill her missions to the letter. She cannot tolerate insubordination or rebellion, unless it promises an even better organization, an even tighter grip on chaos and human free will. She has a strong desire to protect her sister Fantine, her allies, and the majority of her vassals, though she will sacrifice a few of them if it meant protecting most of them. Eponine has a soft spot for Fantine. Eponine worries that soon, she will lose her ability to love her sister due to the negative side effects of her wish. Bio: Eponine was born in a slum of North Africans in the outskirts of Aurora. She lived with her father, mother, and two younger siblings: fraternal twins, a boy and a girl. Due to their destitute living conditions, the community became disgruntled with the ruling magical girls. Eponine grew up hating magical girls for not protecting and providing for her town. When a group of militants came to 'liberate' them from magical girls, the militants were welcomed with open arms. However, their talk of 'revolution', 'liberation', and 'equality' was empty; they were little more than bandits expanding their territory and winning support by throwing around high-minded ideals. Life under this militant group was worse than the neglect they faced when under magical girl rule. When the North African community decided that they had had enough, they revolted and failed miserably. The militants suppressed the revolt swiftly and Eponine saw both her father and mother brutally physically and sexually assaulted by the militants. Then she became their next victim. At this point she was already broken, and she simply let it happen, but when she saw others reach for her sister and brother, she snapped, and an incubator appeared before her. When she became a magical girl for the first time, it was a night of blood as Eponine cleansed the slum of the militants. In the aftermath, her brother had died from injuries he had sustained while he was being raped, while her sister, Fantine, survived. Seeing Eponine as their saviour from oppression, the community changed their minds about magical girls. Eponine sought out the magical girl that governed over her region, Maria Goethe, and swore fealty to her, aligning herself and her community to Aurora. Now she rules over and protects the slum, which has become her fief, her territory which is part of Maria's larger domain. She keeps Fantine safe in Maria's HQ. Allegiance: Aurora City Authority, Maria Goethe Skills: Very few, maybe a proficiency with polearms having swung her warhammer around enough times. She has the tactics of a juggernaut. Weapons: None Other: Eponine's diet has gotten increasingly spicy as her sense of taste has deteriorated to the point that she can barely taste anything anymore. She also sometimes bites her own tongue and inside of her cheek when she is speaking quickly, so she often bleeds from the mouth. She calls her force-field the Zone of Absolute Terror. Theme Song: Croatian Rhapsody - Maksim Mrvica Magical Girl Appearance: Eponine keeps her eye, hair, and skin color of course. Also, no bonnet and no katana. Wish: "I never want to be hurt again." Her wish not only granted her an impenetrable force field ability, but has significantly reduced her ability to feel pain. Because she will feel pain if those close to her are harmed, her ability includes the bonus of being able to protect others. However, she can feel her sense of touch overall deteriorating, including her sense of taste. It has also slowly affected her ability to feel emotions, as emotions are ultimately the true source of pain. This last bit worries her, since loving Fantine is the one thing she has left. Weapons: Eponine summons and wields a warhammer. She can summon more as necessary and as part of a way to extend her magic. Powers: Force Field - Eponine's force field is a thin, impenetrable layer covering her body when activated. It can be extended to her warhammer, making the weapon indestructible. She can also extend it to allies if she touches them. Keeping it on drains her magic so she lets it down when she feels she is safe. It can be further activated with 'Rejection', which sends all things touching it to go shooting off in the opposite direction. She cannot use 'Rejection' to propel herself. She can summon multiple hammers and stand them with the head on the ground and the shaft pointing up. She needs a minimum of three set out in a ring to activate a larger force field, a hemisphere of protection projected from the shafts of the hammers.</s> <\|message\|>Eponine Hassane Because Eponine's body was slowly losing the ability to feel due to her wish, and cold already had a numbing effect, cold became one of the first sensations she stopped being able to notice easily. So the cold wasn't bothering her as Violetta expected though, it did make her muscle movements alternate between sluggish and erratic at times, the effects of slowed muscle metabolism combined with the instinct to shiver. This didn't make it any easier for her to traverse the ice trees as she followed Violetta, lagging a bit behind. When they saw the giant ball of ice hovering below them, Eponine was bit relieved. It was large enough that she could land on it without slipping and falling into the endless sky, and it seemed like the likeliest place for the witch to be. Without another word, Eponine jumped down from the branch she was one and right before she hit the ice ball, turned on her shield and activated 'reject', making sure that she incurred none of the damage from the fall while transferring all the force of the impact into the ball. What happened next would depend entirely on how strong the ball was; would it absorb the shock, would it shatter, or would it do something else entirely?</s> <\|message\|>Violetta FitzCarraldo. (Veee oh-let-ter, not Vayyy-oh-let-ter. She gets annoyed if you mispronounce it.) Violetta took a moment to steady herself, and sat in the nook of a tree while her companion tried to play interlabyrinthine snooker with the nine-ball somewhere far below. No need for her to get her hands dirty when there were dirty hands to do it for her. She snuggled into the warmth of her coat, and bit down on a lump of leftover tobacco. With any luck, all she'd have to do was wait, and the lilac revolutionary would come around this way. And then the two girls would fight. And then, either one of them would die, and their friends would get all pissy and revengey, or they'd back away, letting their views of the othet side fester and sour. Hell. maybe this would finally be the spark that sets the powder keg alight. Even though, Violetta privately observed, this was probably not the best choice of firestarters. Between the two of them, she judged, they had about as much malice as the dalai lama, and almost as much polititcal sway. A silent bodyguard who let nothing slip and a revolutionary who probably thought Gavroche was a kind of broccoli. Hardly the spitting fire to start a neverending inferno with. But you made do with what you had. The girl snuggled down undee the tree, jaw bobbing up and down, rhythmically, and pretty thoughts of wanton cruelty running through her head.</s> <\|message\|>Alexandra Hertz book of bad juju@TrixyTrix Violetta and Alice would probably go unmolested beyond the continued Familiar attacks, though they diminished in intensity with Eponine beginning to attack the Witch. If they were close enough the two might be able to see the cloud from the shattered ice thrown into the air. It wouldn't do anything for them, but it would be a sign that something was happening. The two were out of sight of each other for the moment, but it was likely that they would be able to hear the other fighting if they were particularly violent about it. And that left out the possibility of one of them going to aid in this fight that would yield a Grief Seed and the destruction of the labyrinth. It was inevitable that the thing would get new tricks though, and new Familiars emerged to fight the Girls in the barrier, but not fighting the Witch itself. They rose from the branches themselves, earmuff wearing snowmen with icicle arms and razor teeth, clawing and snapping as they separately moved towards the two. It seemed that not fighting the Witch would not make things easy either, and it would be up to them to decide if they wanted to go help, stay here and fight, or to move on and avoid a major conflict. --- Algorithm The ice held for brief moments under the impact of the collision, given the full force of the collision as a result of Eponine's magic. It held for a few, brief moments, before shattering into a jagged hole that dropped the magical girl inside the spherical construct. Fortunately the entire thing didn't break, just the portion she had landed on. The insides was strange, but Eponine wouldn't fall too far once breaching the surface of the sphere. The inside was cold, bright with refracting light off of the various surfaces inside as ice branches ran from one section of the sphere to the other, some acting like bridges while other portions terminated and branched out, still leaving large gaps for things to move. At least she wouldn't have to worry about falling to her death anymore, probably, as the ice surface she had so recently plunged through reformed, patterns different but solidity the same. There would be no retreat that way. More important to her though would be the opponent she found in there. The Witch, hovering near the center of the ball of interwoven ice, awoke, a shriek emanating forth as it noted the intruder. It was hidden, to some extent it's physical form hidden in what seemed weird kinds of rainbow scarves, hats, mittens, and the lice. Beneath there were glimpses of white, but nothing could be gained from that. She would, however, be able to make out runes in that strange script, labeling this Witch as Byrea, for what that was worth. With another cry a trio of icicle-esque projectiles were fired at Eponine from it's 'sleeve', and the fight began. --- The guards glanced about as Maria introduced herself and presented her cargo, the hovering crates a bit unnerving. They knew she wasn't an immediate threat, but that didn't change the intimidation factor involved. Just as she had been aiming for. It didn't see much of a realization though as a girl approached. It wasn't Alexandra herself but rather Caroline, her second in command and follower. The girl eyed Maria and her entourage with a hint of distrust, but said nothing of it. If Maria was going to go through with her plan in the future, this girl was going to be someone she would have to deal with. "Welcome Maria Goethe," she replied as was customary. "Follow me." She turned about, moving inside whilst guards advanced to retrieve the crates, so they could be taken off to the store rooms to be put with the others. That was part of the business of being in charge, and Alexandra would want to speak with Maria as a matter of course. The elevator she stopped in front of arrived with a ding, and Caroline gestured for the faux-wheelchair bound girl to enter before doing so herself, and setting it for the level below the penthouse. Assuming that Maria was coming along anyway. The doors slid close and the elevator into motion. Time to meet the boss.</s> <\|message\|>Maria Goethe Maria was amused by the nervousness of the guards, and rightly so. An occasional trick or two is good for keeping appearances, not letting even close servants forget their inferiority. Maria was glad to see Caroline was punctual as always, and returned her greeting in customary manner. She gently placed the crates down, and followed after Caroline, rolling into the elevator once prompted. It wasn't that uncommon for Alexandra to want a quick report, since it was convenient to do so as part of the tax delivery, though more serious discussions about Aurora were made during conferences, where more Nobles were attending. Maria had absolutely no reason to decline, even if she was going to meet the very person she was later going to usurp the throne from eye-to-eye. Regular commoners may have enjoyed small talk when going up such a long way, but the both of them knew they were far above such impolite nonsense. Maria spent the time quietly listening to the almost silent humming of the elevator as it rose up.</s>	<\|message\|>Eponine Hassane Eponine had half-expected to land on the tiny ice planetoid, and that the witch would come hovering over the horizon to attack her, so she was slightly surprised to have actually broken through the surface, though she did manage to land on her feet and activate her shield right before making impact with the far side of the inner wall of the ice sphere. When the witch launched icicles at her, Eponine reactively enabled her shield to shrug off the projectiles, feeling her magic drop for each icicle that bounced off of her. She looked up expectantly, waiting for Violetta to jump down, melt a hole through the ice ball and join her in her fight against the witch. It took a moment before it dawned on Eponine that Violetta may not be joining her as soon as she liked, and standing there looking upwards only made Eponine an easy target for the hostile magical abomination directly above her. Dodging another flurry of icicles, Eponine summoned a second hammer and began spinning in place like a top, her arms outstretched, swing the hammers. After gaining enough rotational inertia, she tilted her spin slightly and launched one, and then the other hammer at the witch, hoping to do some damage. Before the hammers hit, Eponine summoned another hammer and prepared for a retaliation from Byrea.</s>
<\|description\|>Eponine Hassane Sexual Abuse Trigger Warning Age: 14 Gender: Female Appearance: "I am unbreakable, I am unyielding, I am impenetrable." Personality: Eponine comes off as robotic to most. She values order above all else and believes that to achieve order, the ends justify the means. Her form of altruism is the cold, calculated utilitarianism that the incubators also happen to follow, that the good of the few can be easily sacrificed for the good of the many. She is for the most part, obedient and unquestioning of her orders and tries to the best of her ability to fulfill her missions to the letter. She cannot tolerate insubordination or rebellion, unless it promises an even better organization, an even tighter grip on chaos and human free will. She has a strong desire to protect her sister Fantine, her allies, and the majority of her vassals, though she will sacrifice a few of them if it meant protecting most of them. Eponine has a soft spot for Fantine. Eponine worries that soon, she will lose her ability to love her sister due to the negative side effects of her wish. Bio: Eponine was born in a slum of North Africans in the outskirts of Aurora. She lived with her father, mother, and two younger siblings: fraternal twins, a boy and a girl. Due to their destitute living conditions, the community became disgruntled with the ruling magical girls. Eponine grew up hating magical girls for not protecting and providing for her town. When a group of militants came to 'liberate' them from magical girls, the militants were welcomed with open arms. However, their talk of 'revolution', 'liberation', and 'equality' was empty; they were little more than bandits expanding their territory and winning support by throwing around high-minded ideals. Life under this militant group was worse than the neglect they faced when under magical girl rule. When the North African community decided that they had had enough, they revolted and failed miserably. The militants suppressed the revolt swiftly and Eponine saw both her father and mother brutally physically and sexually assaulted by the militants. Then she became their next victim. At this point she was already broken, and she simply let it happen, but when she saw others reach for her sister and brother, she snapped, and an incubator appeared before her. When she became a magical girl for the first time, it was a night of blood as Eponine cleansed the slum of the militants. In the aftermath, her brother had died from injuries he had sustained while he was being raped, while her sister, Fantine, survived. Seeing Eponine as their saviour from oppression, the community changed their minds about magical girls. Eponine sought out the magical girl that governed over her region, Maria Goethe, and swore fealty to her, aligning herself and her community to Aurora. Now she rules over and protects the slum, which has become her fief, her territory which is part of Maria's larger domain. She keeps Fantine safe in Maria's HQ. Allegiance: Aurora City Authority, Maria Goethe Skills: Very few, maybe a proficiency with polearms having swung her warhammer around enough times. She has the tactics of a juggernaut. Weapons: None Other: Eponine's diet has gotten increasingly spicy as her sense of taste has deteriorated to the point that she can barely taste anything anymore. She also sometimes bites her own tongue and inside of her cheek when she is speaking quickly, so she often bleeds from the mouth. She calls her force-field the Zone of Absolute Terror. Theme Song: Croatian Rhapsody - Maksim Mrvica Magical Girl Appearance: Eponine keeps her eye, hair, and skin color of course. Also, no bonnet and no katana. Wish: "I never want to be hurt again." Her wish not only granted her an impenetrable force field ability, but has significantly reduced her ability to feel pain. Because she will feel pain if those close to her are harmed, her ability includes the bonus of being able to protect others. However, she can feel her sense of touch overall deteriorating, including her sense of taste. It has also slowly affected her ability to feel emotions, as emotions are ultimately the true source of pain. This last bit worries her, since loving Fantine is the one thing she has left. Weapons: Eponine summons and wields a warhammer. She can summon more as necessary and as part of a way to extend her magic. Powers: Force Field - Eponine's force field is a thin, impenetrable layer covering her body when activated. It can be extended to her warhammer, making the weapon indestructible. She can also extend it to allies if she touches them. Keeping it on drains her magic so she lets it down when she feels she is safe. It can be further activated with 'Rejection', which sends all things touching it to go shooting off in the opposite direction. She cannot use 'Rejection' to propel herself. She can summon multiple hammers and stand them with the head on the ground and the shaft pointing up. She needs a minimum of three set out in a ring to activate a larger force field, a hemisphere of protection projected from the shafts of the hammers.</s> <\|message\|>Maria Goethe Maria came closer until she deemed she was in a respectable distance to Alexandra's office, and then made a bow as a formal greeting. She then spoke with an air of grace and humbleness: "Your Highness, I am at your service." "They have been, Your Grace. There was a disturbance caused by a rogue magical girl, but my knights had it immediately taken care of." Maria didn't enjoy truckling to Alexandra, but she played her part like the talented actor she was. She knew not to let her true intentions come to light before their time, and none of it showed in her face; she has been honing her poker face for years, and nothing would sway her at this point. She was like a shark, staying deep under the water while she stalked her floating prey, before she would finally reveal themselves to the hapless victim. But for now, Maria would submit.</s> <\|message\|>Eponine Hassane Eponine looked upwards again, hoping Violetta would join her, but her anticipation was not answered. Eponine noted the slight damage her thrown hammers had done, which was somewhat expected. She swatted away two incoming icicles with her hammer, and activated her shield to defend from the rest. Eponine decided she needed to gain some height and started running along the ice columns interspersed within the sphere. She moved with more confidence and recklessness, since a mistake would only drop her to the bottom of the ball, instead of plummeting into the sky eternally. She also couldn't afford to be as slow as she was in the inverted trees or else the witch would be able to get some good hits on her, and Eponine was already feeling her soul gem darken from continued activation of her shield. As she tried to reach higher ground, Eponine tried to be smarter about avoiding the witch's icicle attacks, by hiding behind columns and dodging rather than relying too heavily on her shield. Once she was directly above the witch, she jumped down at it feet first, making her hammers longer and their heads bigger. She held her arms out horizontally, and once she was about to hit the witch, swung her hammers downward so that each hammerhead would connect at the same time her feet struck the closest thing that could resemble the witch's head. In this moment where her feet and the hammerheads impacted simultaneously, she activated her shield's rejection ability, multiplying the force of the impact. While her feet transferred force down vertically on the witch's head, the hammers, which swung in opposite arcs, dealt force horizontally, but on both sides of the witch's head, creating a three-way crushing force. Eponine bent her knees, crouching on top of the witch and surveyed the damage. If Byrea was about to retaliate, Eponine was already crouched and ready to leap off the witch at a moment's notice. If the witch was stunned, but not yet defeated, Eponine would press the offensive.</s> <\|message\|>Violetta FitzCarraldo. (Veee oh-let-ter, not Vayyy-oh-let-ter. She gets annoyed if you mispronounce it.) Nothing. Nothing there, either. Violetta paced, boots crunching against the ice, her gaze locked on the upside down horizon as her eyes scanned the thing. But all that served to do was to distract her from the snowman sneaking up on her, who managed to get close enough to sink his teeth into her arm. Unfortunately, the thing didn't seem to be bright enough to realize what happens when you puncture high-pressure canisters. She yelped as the bottom row of teeth dug into the unguarded back of her arm and dismissed the weapon. It vanished into sparkles, but the damage had been done already. The black tar-like substance burst out of where the weapon used to be, soaking into the thing's skin and making it look like it had bitten into an oil pipe. She couldn't set the snowman on fire, now. it'd take up the ball with them. Violetta took hopping steps back, reforming the flamethrower around her left hand. She scrabbled at the leathery belt buckles holding it in place, and finally managed to detach it from her hand, and grabbed the iron tube with both hand. She swung. A head-sized snowball landed some two feet away and rolled, leaving the ice and snow smeared with black. Not, admittedly the best melee weapon. She didn't need to do melee, she had other people to do that. Speaking of, where were they? She'd been in here long enough, what was taking the Valkyries so long?</s> <\|message\|>Alexandra Hertz Alexandra nodded as the report was given, returning Maria's look with a pleasant smile, as befitted those in the role of master over sometimes less than cooperative servants. But she knew how to play the game, and she would not stoop to unnecessary cruelty. Better to keep up an agreeable face. Perhaps they were sharks circling each other, but to any outside observer it would not seem that way. "Well, I am glad to hear that," she said once Maria had finished, indicating her approval as she relaxed a bit in her seat, shifting ever so slightly as she watched the wheelchair bound girl. "We can't have rogues running around inside Aurora, stealing Grief Seeds from the territory of Magical Girls just trying to live as best they can." It was better for all of them, since it lent the city more towards peace and stability, her preference on the whole. She tilted her head then, ever so slightly as her gaze narrowed almost imperceptibly. The game, to play your cards close and give away wheat you did and didn't know. Alexandra had her own informants, though she chose to leave things undisturbed, at least for the moment. "Is there anything else of note that you would like to report to me," she asked calmly, waiting to see what answer she would get. --- Algorithm Byrea continued their fight, crying aloud as icicles rained in scattered patterns, shattering against the ice as Eponine moved and dodged, heaving towards the Witch as it flew amongst the ice passageways inside it's sphere. At least there were no Familiars inside at the moment, which made things easier for her as she fought the Witch solo. At least she had the skill to combat this, besides the fact that the Witch didn't make things easy for her. But she managed to get in range and attack, blowing landing like thunder as she slammed the witch from three separate angles. It screeched and crumpled under the concurrent blows, the black ichor of it's blood spraying out as it practically collapsed. Ice shattered in loud noises as the battered Witch slammed through pathways and bridges, proving a distraction for Eponine but one that could be overcome. Byrea herself seemed to be momentarily stunned, weakened by the hit as she came to a rest against crisscrossing bridges. If the magical girl was going to push the offensive, now would be the time. --- book of bad juju@TrixyTrix The Familiar didn't react as it was sprayed by the black tar that fueled Violetta's flamethrower. While they had some level of intelligence, all the Familiar knew was that it was hurting it's opponent, and didn't really care beyond that point. Perhaps to it's detriment, but it did deprive Violetta of a useful weapon in this fight. That did little to prevent VIoletta from bludgeoning it to death, very successfully at that. But it still left the problem of the other approaching Familiars, especially with her unable to cut loose with her flamethrower to wipe them out in wide swathes. It seemed the time to fight would be quite long at that. Fortunately, her angry mutterings were soon answered as a telepathic message reached her ear. Sorry we took so long boss. This place is killer without good agility. Be with you in a few. Well, that would be one less thing to worry about, once they had finally gotten here. Then again, it probably would have been faster without kicking the proverbial hornet's nest ahead of time. By the same tioken, they might stumble upon the other magical girl hiding within the barrier if she wasn't careful.</s> <\|message\|>Maria Goethe "Indeed I have, Your Majesty," Maria answered. "I was visited by Kyubey, you see. He wove a story about unsavory behavior going down at the industrial sector; magical experiments and whatnot. Why he chose to tell me and not Dora is beyond my comprehension. Nonetheless, I believe this is a matter that shouldn't be ignored, as questionable as the source may be."</s>	<\|message\|>Eponine Hassane Eponine's prior attack had caused her to kick off of Byrea, sending herself into the air as the witch fell backwards, crashing through ice pillars. To stop herself, Eponine reached out a hammer and used the spiked end to hook onto an approaching ice bridge. After she managed to get on top of the bridge and regain her footing, she looked at the area directly above the stunned witch, noticing several unbroken ice bridges. Eponine summoned another hammer and started spinning in place again. Once she had gained enough momentum, she threw one hammer at one end of one ice bridge, and the other hammer at the end of the other ice bridge, shattering the segments where they impacted in an explosion of ice and mist. Without both sides being supported, the bridges began to fall, their opposite ends snapping as they swung downwards. Eponine watched as the two massive ice structures cascaded down in a thundering flurry, hoping that they would crush the witch and end his fight. Would it be enough?</s>
<\|description\|>Eponine Hassane Sexual Abuse Trigger Warning Age: 14 Gender: Female Appearance: "I am unbreakable, I am unyielding, I am impenetrable." Personality: Eponine comes off as robotic to most. She values order above all else and believes that to achieve order, the ends justify the means. Her form of altruism is the cold, calculated utilitarianism that the incubators also happen to follow, that the good of the few can be easily sacrificed for the good of the many. She is for the most part, obedient and unquestioning of her orders and tries to the best of her ability to fulfill her missions to the letter. She cannot tolerate insubordination or rebellion, unless it promises an even better organization, an even tighter grip on chaos and human free will. She has a strong desire to protect her sister Fantine, her allies, and the majority of her vassals, though she will sacrifice a few of them if it meant protecting most of them. Eponine has a soft spot for Fantine. Eponine worries that soon, she will lose her ability to love her sister due to the negative side effects of her wish. Bio: Eponine was born in a slum of North Africans in the outskirts of Aurora. She lived with her father, mother, and two younger siblings: fraternal twins, a boy and a girl. Due to their destitute living conditions, the community became disgruntled with the ruling magical girls. Eponine grew up hating magical girls for not protecting and providing for her town. When a group of militants came to 'liberate' them from magical girls, the militants were welcomed with open arms. However, their talk of 'revolution', 'liberation', and 'equality' was empty; they were little more than bandits expanding their territory and winning support by throwing around high-minded ideals. Life under this militant group was worse than the neglect they faced when under magical girl rule. When the North African community decided that they had had enough, they revolted and failed miserably. The militants suppressed the revolt swiftly and Eponine saw both her father and mother brutally physically and sexually assaulted by the militants. Then she became their next victim. At this point she was already broken, and she simply let it happen, but when she saw others reach for her sister and brother, she snapped, and an incubator appeared before her. When she became a magical girl for the first time, it was a night of blood as Eponine cleansed the slum of the militants. In the aftermath, her brother had died from injuries he had sustained while he was being raped, while her sister, Fantine, survived. Seeing Eponine as their saviour from oppression, the community changed their minds about magical girls. Eponine sought out the magical girl that governed over her region, Maria Goethe, and swore fealty to her, aligning herself and her community to Aurora. Now she rules over and protects the slum, which has become her fief, her territory which is part of Maria's larger domain. She keeps Fantine safe in Maria's HQ. Allegiance: Aurora City Authority, Maria Goethe Skills: Very few, maybe a proficiency with polearms having swung her warhammer around enough times. She has the tactics of a juggernaut. Weapons: None Other: Eponine's diet has gotten increasingly spicy as her sense of taste has deteriorated to the point that she can barely taste anything anymore. She also sometimes bites her own tongue and inside of her cheek when she is speaking quickly, so she often bleeds from the mouth. She calls her force-field the Zone of Absolute Terror. Theme Song: Croatian Rhapsody - Maksim Mrvica Magical Girl Appearance: Eponine keeps her eye, hair, and skin color of course. Also, no bonnet and no katana. Wish: "I never want to be hurt again." Her wish not only granted her an impenetrable force field ability, but has significantly reduced her ability to feel pain. Because she will feel pain if those close to her are harmed, her ability includes the bonus of being able to protect others. However, she can feel her sense of touch overall deteriorating, including her sense of taste. It has also slowly affected her ability to feel emotions, as emotions are ultimately the true source of pain. This last bit worries her, since loving Fantine is the one thing she has left. Weapons: Eponine summons and wields a warhammer. She can summon more as necessary and as part of a way to extend her magic. Powers: Force Field - Eponine's force field is a thin, impenetrable layer covering her body when activated. It can be extended to her warhammer, making the weapon indestructible. She can also extend it to allies if she touches them. Keeping it on drains her magic so she lets it down when she feels she is safe. It can be further activated with 'Rejection', which sends all things touching it to go shooting off in the opposite direction. She cannot use 'Rejection' to propel herself. She can summon multiple hammers and stand them with the head on the ground and the shaft pointing up. She needs a minimum of three set out in a ring to activate a larger force field, a hemisphere of protection projected from the shafts of the hammers.</s> <\|message\|>Violetta FitzCarraldo. (Veee oh-let-ter, not Vayyy-oh-let-ter. She gets annoyed if you mispronounce it.) Violetta winced and looked around her as the voices filled her head. Nobody around her. So it must've been telepathy. That meant a kyuubey was in there with them. Kyuubeis couldn't lie, they were famous for it. So that meant that voice she'd heard just now was really Angela, one of the Vslkyries. Reinforcements had arrived. And in the nick of time, too. "Angela?" she said aloud. It saved time for her rather then trying to stay silent. "Remind me again who's with you right now?" "Erica and Natale, ma'am. And the Kyuubey. " Both decent support. Erica had a slight rebellious streak, but a certain deviousness in killing. Her whole gimmick was chains, with a sweeping set of them for weapons as well as a sweeping chainmail dress. Natalie was slightly dopey and had a real problem with reaction time, but seemed to be happy to hack anything and anyone to pieces with her pickaxes. Two of her finest. If she, Violetta was the kind of person to use royal guards, they'd be her right-handsmaidens. She liked putting them in groups with the newest recruits, like she was with Angela and- "Wait, wait. What happened to... what's her name, the short one, with the snowboard and the shield? " "Hilda? Erica sent her back to base to keep down the fort. Why, was that wrong?" "No, just keeping count. Anyway, Angela, there's a factory in the forest if you look around. With a whole lot of scorchmarks around it." "We found that already." "Great! Angela, stay over there and keep the Kyuubey with you. We've already found the witch." "We, ma'am?" "Yeah, me and the robot." "Eponine?" "Bang on the money. Oh, and there's a third girl in here too. Some little spit with revolutionary leanings. Kill her if you find her." "Understood, Ma'am." Even across the alien's telepathy, she heard the little smirk in that last line. Angela was a pretty new girl with a bit of a chip on her shoulder about her pudgy figure squeezed into a rather revealing neoprene suit, but could chop familliars with her oversized scimitars with the best of them. If only she'd learn to conquer her wierd fear about buildings and heights and she'd be perfectly useful. Violetta idly swatted a snowman and kept on ordering her women around. "Erica?" She said. "Listenin'. " "Get here as quickly as you can. We need the re-enforcements. Just follow the smoke trail. I'd light a beacon, but there's... pressing matters." "Entendu." "Vi out." Violetta swung her flamethrower at a few more snowmen. Well, that went about as well as could be expected. Almost every side in this had been listening in to that conversation. There was no reason the Kyuubei would've blocked off communication from the robot and the traitor. You had to watch every word you thought, in case someone reported back to somebody important. Nothing she'd thought could be used to frame her.</s> <\|message\|>Alexandra Hertz An eyebrow rose in curious attention as Alexandra listened to Maria describe what had happened between her and Kyubey. She knew he was enigmatic, working in his own ways, yet the creature wouldn't lie. Mislead, perhaps, but he would never outright tell a falsehood. If he did then she supposed he would lose all credibility once it got out. And that couldn't do, if it was his job to contract new girls and keep the Witches suppressed. "I see," she replied once Maria had finished. "Thank you for bringing it to my attention. I will bring it up with Dora, so you don't have to worry about it any more." She was grateful at least, though whether Maria would choose to let the matter lie was only for her to say. With that, the meeting seemed to wrap to a close. "Well, if that is all then I believe we are done here. Caroline will escort you out." The other magical girl emerged from the corner once more, ready to lead Maria from the building, while at the same time making sure she didn't do anything inside that Alexandra might not approve of. It seemed the game turned once more. --- Algorithm The hammers went flying as Eponine attacked once more, and they did their work beautifully, smashing right through the ice with the force of their impact and sending the bridge tumbling down upon the Witch that was beneath them. Eponine could be confident in her accuracy, if nothing else, which would be of comfort to herself as well as her liege lord. The Witch recovered as the bridge came down, and as a result of that Eponine would be disappointed to find that Byrea had only been clipped, rather than squashed entirely. That still earned sprays of the black ichor that served as her blood, but it would not prove a finishing blow as the bridge rebuilt itself, albeit in a different manner than it had been before. And she would find a fusillade of ice headed towards her once more. Then, as if things weren't hard enough, the battlefield itself began to shift, pillars cracking and falling as if they intended to crush her, just like she had tried to crush Byrea beneath them. And though they rebuilt afterwards in different orientations and position to keep the sphere from collapsing, it just made things that much harder. --- book of bad juju As surprising as Violetta might find it when her group arrived, there wasn't actually a Kyubey amongst them, since already contracted magical girls didn't need one of the white creatures to communicate with each other, only with potential contractees. Or possibly he had vanished before they arrived, wary of being shot, stabbed, or otherwise harmed. Whichever reason, it didn't really matter in the end as her reinforcements soon arrived. The help would be welcome as the Familiars kept coming, with the sound of combat below and the ice Violetta was standing on cracking before reforming, as a result of her efforts to keep from plunging into the sphere where the fighting was currently going on. But with the reinforcements, that wouldn't be too difficult to manage. All it would be was a matter of handling that, and then the Witch, and they could all go home.</s> <\|message\|>Maria Goethe Maria bowed deeply. "Thank you, Your Grace. By your leave, I shall resume attending to my duties." She then followed Caroline outside, and had her convoy leave the premises. While she was wary of the ill deeds done in Dora's domain, she realized the value that it posed to her: the incident would be a fine distraction for Alexandra, and even if she wouldn't have anything done with it, the mere knowledge of its existence is sure to drive her thoughts adrift and leave her vulnerable. If there was ever a time to bring the years of her kneeling and groveling to fruition, it was now. She returned back to her elegant home, and once inside, immediately went to the basement. She brought her phone up, sent a text message to a certain number, and then called it. Maria was clear with her every word, and none of her positive disposition was in it. A certain chaotic magical girl would receive these words: "I sent you a list of targets, along with addresses. The first is the administrative building in the business sector, followed by the ships in the harbor. You know what to do." She ended her call, and had her phone snap back shut. She giggled a bit at first, followed by her laughing madly. This was the beginning of the end.</s>	<\|message\|>Eponine Hassane Eponine was sorely disappointed that the collapsing ice did not hit Byrea head on; still, a hit was a hit. Again, she had to dodge the witch's ice attacks, activating her shield every time she knew she would not be able to dodge an icicle. Eponine noticed her soul gem getting awfully dark, so at this point she had to make a gambit: keep fighting at this pace, risking the witch outlasting her and becoming a witch herself, or use the last of her magic save a tiny fraction in a powerful burst with the hope of ending this fight once and for all? As Byrea began collapsing the ice in an effort to crush Eponine as Eponine had tried to do to the witch, Eponine decided upon the latter. Summoning eight hammers, she placed them, head on the ground with the shaft pointing up, in an octagonal circle around herself, activating her hemispherical area force field. She looked up and activated 'reject' so that every object that touched the field would be sent flying away in the opposite direction and at the same speed that it impacted, which would make the inside of the ice sphere something like a cross between a grenade and a pinball machine. The world above her became a white and blue cacophony of clashing ice shards, bouncing pillars and bridges pulverizing into snow. Eponine's breathing became labored and a sickening sensation crawled through her, which she assumed was magical in nature as she normally couldn't feel such discomfort, or perhaps it was just that painful that she could actually feel it this time. She held out for as long as she could while the violent crashing continued but started to die down as the larger chunks had mostly broken into smaller pieces. When just a sliver of her magic remained, when just a tiny part of her soul gem remained unblemished, Eponine deactivated her shield and, in fact, left her magical girl form completely, returning to the clothes she was wearing before she set out on this mission and quickly crouched down and covered her head with her hands, getting into a duck-and-cover position in preparation for what remained of the ice to come crashing down on her, resigned to let whatever would happen happen, hoping beyond hope that the witch had died.</s>
<\|description\|>Kolya Lukoshenko Age 27 Gender Male Appearance Personality Focused, methodical and ruthless, Kolya is a consummate hunter and excellent problem solver when working. He takes great care of his subordinates, no matter who they are, acting as something of an older brother to his troops. When off duty he is markedly different, with a perpetually relaxed smile and an easy-going sense of humour. One of Kolya's favourite past times is having a couple of (dozen) drinks with Alexandra's other minions. Bio Since the collapse of the old world order, there hasn't been much travel among normal humans. Between regular patrols from the magical girl city states, opportunistic banditry and the constant battles between low ranking magi, the neutral zones between cities make for a dangerous road. And yet communities can still be found amid the lawlessness, hardy folk who can protect themselves. Far to the northeast of Germany is one such settlement, founded by the breakaway crew of a old Russian warship. Nova Prussiya is a hard place, with little arable land or decent fishing zones. Much of its livelihood comes from various successful bandits and mercenaries, often former Russian soldiers and sailors; with a large cache of modern military hardware and the technology to produce more, many Nova Prussiyans have made a name for themselves as Witch hunters. A select few have gone even further, hunting the magical girls that have caused so much grief for the world. Kolya Lukoshenko was once one of these men. A former Russian naval infantryman, Lukoshenko was an accomplished hunter when decided to leave his home and strike out deep into the German interior. Spurred on by rumours of human resistance factions, he intended to hire himself out as a fighter; indeed, with a total of three magical girl kills to his name, Lukoshenko was one of the best. Armed with the tools and knowledge of a professional hunter, he entered the city of Aurora as a hitman. Working underground for several years, Kolya's impressions slowly began to change; the people he fought for were weak, cowardly and his enemies strong. More often than not he found himself paying his respects to his magical foes even as he finished them, saddened by what he must do for humanity's sake. After years of murdering teenage girls in the name of so-called freedom, perhaps it was inevitable that he would crack. On the day of his eleventh kill, Lukoshenko had an encounter that would change his life forever. The eleventh was a pretty little thing, barely into her teens; by this point, every kill he made sent Kolya to the bottom of a bottle, but this one weighed more heavily on his mind than any other. She had been very young and confused... and she had begged for her life at the end. It hadn't mattered to his employers of course; they had issued the bounty with their usual glee, no doubt cheering over the death of another little tyrant. What Kolya hadn't known was that the girl had not been on her own. He only found out after the fact but the girl's partner soon fell into despair, creating an especially violent Witch within the heart of the city slums. Many died in the ensuing violence, innocent and otherwise. Having taken it upon himself to atone for his actions, Kolya set out to destroy the beast and restore order, only to find himself preempted by a magical girl; unlike every magi he had met so far, this one had tried to protect the innocent slum-dwellers, more than could be said for his erstwhile employers... The things she said, the conviction and compassion in her voice were enough to sway his already conflicted loyalties. They parted ways peacefully and although it would be several months before they met again, he was now bound to the fate and will of Alexandra Hertz. Once Alexandra completed her coup and solidified control over Aurora, Kolya quickly came out of hiding to swear loyalty to her. He now serves as Alexandra's closest non-magical aid and a senior commander in her human army. His military training and experience hunting prey both magical and mundane make him an excellent attack dog for the Aurora City Authority regime. Allegiance Aurora City Authority, but loyal to Alexandra Hertz Skills As a former soldier, Kolya is proficient with various modern weapons and combat tactics. His time as a hunter and mercenary, as well as the specialist equipment he uses gives him an edge when fighting Magical Girls; he is one of a very few who can stand toe to toe with a magical opponent. Outside of combat, he is also an excellent information gatherer and organiser, with a network of informants that stretches across the city. Kolya is also a rather good cook, specialising in sweets and patisserie. Weapons RG-6 Grenade Launcher. Instead of firing explosive grenades, Kolya uses specially designed incendiary buckshot rounds in his RG-6, essentially turning it into a massive flaming shotgun, ideal for fighting both Magical Girls and Witches. Kolya maintains a good stockpile of different weapons, switching them out as the situation demands. Sometimes he will use an assault rifle, other times a sniper rifle; he also had a large amount of explosives stashed away, just in case. Other While most of his subordinates are badly trained militia, Kolya does have a handful of hunters from Nova Prussiya on his payroll. These men and women are ruthlessly efficient and can handle Magical Girls far better than the average grunt.</s> <\|message\|>Alexandra Hertz Kyubey shook his head, ringed ears somehow defying gravity and momentum to move without swaying. I have no need of material sustenance, unlike your species, he replied from his bookshelf. Doubtlessly she had expected such an answer though so it didn't really matter in the end. If he seemed annoyed by her mimicry, Kyubey didn't show it as he provided a following answer. You would consider it as such.He paused, padding over to the end of the bookshelf before. Someone is toying with powers they don't understand, putting the entire system as it stands in jeopardy. Naturally, allowing it to proceed would not be in your best interest. If it was a concern for Kyubey, then it would probably be an issue for her as well. Assuming that he was being completely frank anyway.</s> <\|message\|>Maria Goethe "Okay then, I'll just have these for myself then," Maria said cheerfully as she threw one up in the air and caught it with her mouth. It would have actually been amusing if he accepted. Oh, now this is what I wanted to hear: ominous portents from a white rodent, probably trying to lead me on a goose chase. Still, coming from him, it does sound serious. Maybe I shouldn't outright dismiss it. Let's test the waters. "Oh my!" Maria placed her hands over her cheeks in a dramatic manner. "Is Aurora City in danger? What could I possibly do, Kyubey?"</s> <\|message\|>Chloe Hartmann Chloe shrugged noncommitally. "Don't worry about things you can't control, man. Stress is a good way to cut your lifespan short. Nowadays more than ever. Well, for humans anyway." She didn't miss the looks she had been given. Rather, she had been expecting (and had, in the past, received) far worse. Oscar's distrust wasn't totally unfounded either. "As for my plans? You've gotta be kidding me. It's real simple. If they follow me here, I'll beat them until they never come back. I don't care if the whole damned city falls down around this building. If I'm here, these walls will stay standing... But I won't stay here for long. Hiding's never done me any good." Thinking about it for a moment, she decided on a course of action. Which is to say, she picked a whim from the ether. "In fact... You can go ahead and talk to the higher ups. If ever you fellas had any plans of world domination, any buns in the oven just waiting for the bread to rise, now might just be your time. I think I'm done waiting around. You lot can join me, take advantage of me, use me, or just sit there and watch me die for all I care. Like you said, you didn't survive this long on blind faith. I've got faith that the Compact will do whatever's best for the Compact. So I hope great things will come of this. But I think the time for a good hearty offensive is coming real soon. We'll just have to see." Her little speech concluded, Chloe stepped down on her wounded leg a few times, testing different weights, before nodding, satisfied. "It's not perfect, but it'll do. Thanks Doc. Here's to seeing you alive on the other side. I'm out!" Tossing her headphones on again, she peered out a crack in the door to make sure she wasn't being followed, gave a thumbs-up to the people behind her, and darted out the door, closing it softly behind her. They would prefer she left no trace, probably, so she did her best to hide her presence until she was a little further away. After reaching a safe enough distance, Chloe breathed a sigh of relief. She was back on the streets, and away from the judgmental stares. For now, that would have to be good enough. And if she ran into anybody else, well, hopefully nobody wanted to shoot her.</s> <\|message\|>Alexandra Hertz Indeed, it was not the most amazing plan, but given what they were trying to do it would most likely suffice. It might take some time, but if the girl they were looking for couldn't escape, then it would eventually succeed. Excluding, again, illusion magic. "Got it," Adrian replied as they moved away from the checkpoint. Sure, he knew that they wanted to talk, but nonetheless he was still on alert. More in case said girl wasn't willing to talk when they asked. He much enjoyed being in one piece, and wanted to keep doing so for as long as he could. And on they went. The trail of blood was scattered, but it provided the beginnings of a lead and a general direction. It became harder to track once she had dropped off the roof and into the inner city streets, but then it was easier to find people who had seen her. It was a promising start, when they had the time to spend, and Eponine could be grateful that so many people were willing to help out based on her status. --- While emotions were beyond him, Kyubey was cognizant enough to recognize the melodramatic overacting directed his way, though it wasn't unsurprising. With the prevalence of magical girls, it was a reaction he got often from them, when it wasn't disdain or happiness. Honestly, humans could be so unpredictable. At the very least, they still needed him to deal with Grief Seeds, which ensured he would always be around. One could say that, he replied. If it is replicated, it will most likely be a threat to the world in general. It would make more sense to prevent it before it can happen in the first place. You merely need to find those responsible and stop what they are planning before they can finish what they are trying to do --- "Alright," Oscar replied, tone laced with a healthy bit of skepticism. She might have all the bravado in the world, but he was a bit less confident that she could stand up to every other magical girl in the city if they came after her. Ideally she wouldn't attract that much attention anyway, but given the way she was talking it wasn't impossible, at least form his point of view. "Good luck," he said as she departed, before muttering under his breath. "And good riddance." She might have heard as she left, but it didn't seem to make a difference. Chloe was able to make it away from the safehouse without drawing notice, before she emerged onto the city streets, to wander and do as she wished. It only remained to be seen whether she would slip past the patrol searching for her, or if there would be a confrontation. Indeed, she and the group would be drawing nearer even now, though it would be hard for her to not notice the approach of another magical girl, and avoid her if she so wished.</s> <\|message\|>Maria Goethe "Okay. But I don't know where to start looking," she said, and tightened her lips to make a goofy expression. "This is a big city, and I could get lost if I search everywhere." I figured that much on my own. If you're not going to cough up any more info on this 'impending doom' I'm going to stuff it in my 'Don't Care' folder, along with your gutted carcass.</s>	<\|message\|>Kolya Lukoshenko Far away from the glamour of the inner city, a disobedient lordling was being punished. Despite being one of the few normal humans to be granted his own land, Mayor Geier's estates were in arrears on their rent; without a magical girl to harvest Grief Seeds, the town instead produced smelted iron for the city's reconstruction work and was therefore vital to the continued viability of the Aurora City Authority. Unfortunately for the good Mayor, this meant that any late deliveries would not be looked upon kindly. '... and so by the decree of Her Ladyship Alexandra Hertz, Lord of Aurora and associated territories, I hereby sentence you to ten years hard labour.' The poor man begged for clemency as a pair of burly militiamen dragged him away, eliciting a tired sigh from his judge. Chasing up taxes wasn't his usual area of expertise and it dragged him down. 'The next mayor will be chosen by the City Authority; in the meantime, a magical girl will be dispatched to the area to oversee production. Obey her. Dismissed.' He left his speech short as he stared out over the massed population of the town, finding the glum mood somewhat to his satisfaction. These people were little more than serfs, tied to the land and foundries; a low ranked magi would have little trouble keeping them in line and might even snag herself the odd Witch. For him though, the morning's work was done. Calling up his handful of troops, the officer began the long journey back to the city. --- It always amazed Kolya how varied the city was. One could walk for half an hour in either direction and pass though modern parks, into rotting slums and then elegant high-rise flats. Aurora was a true metropolis, if a small one. Leaving his guards outside, he entered Hertz' private building, a particularly massive skyscraper in the centre of the city. If nothing else, she had a good eye for décor. Kolya ignored the stylish architecture and such, preferring instead to see to building for what it was; a statement of power, proof of exactly who ruled this city. In days past, the former administration had preferred a more subtle centre of operations, but he appreciated the need to grandstand in the face of constant encroachment from rival magi, not to mention the ever-present threat posed by traditional nation-states. Before long he arrived at his mistresses' door and gave a sharp rap on the woodwork. 'My Lady, Lukoshenko with the taxation and border reports.' He wasn't sure if she was aware of the change in management at the former Mayor's estates, but he also had other issues that required her attention.</s>
<\|description\|>Kolya Lukoshenko Age 27 Gender Male Appearance Personality Focused, methodical and ruthless, Kolya is a consummate hunter and excellent problem solver when working. He takes great care of his subordinates, no matter who they are, acting as something of an older brother to his troops. When off duty he is markedly different, with a perpetually relaxed smile and an easy-going sense of humour. One of Kolya's favourite past times is having a couple of (dozen) drinks with Alexandra's other minions. Bio Since the collapse of the old world order, there hasn't been much travel among normal humans. Between regular patrols from the magical girl city states, opportunistic banditry and the constant battles between low ranking magi, the neutral zones between cities make for a dangerous road. And yet communities can still be found amid the lawlessness, hardy folk who can protect themselves. Far to the northeast of Germany is one such settlement, founded by the breakaway crew of a old Russian warship. Nova Prussiya is a hard place, with little arable land or decent fishing zones. Much of its livelihood comes from various successful bandits and mercenaries, often former Russian soldiers and sailors; with a large cache of modern military hardware and the technology to produce more, many Nova Prussiyans have made a name for themselves as Witch hunters. A select few have gone even further, hunting the magical girls that have caused so much grief for the world. Kolya Lukoshenko was once one of these men. A former Russian naval infantryman, Lukoshenko was an accomplished hunter when decided to leave his home and strike out deep into the German interior. Spurred on by rumours of human resistance factions, he intended to hire himself out as a fighter; indeed, with a total of three magical girl kills to his name, Lukoshenko was one of the best. Armed with the tools and knowledge of a professional hunter, he entered the city of Aurora as a hitman. Working underground for several years, Kolya's impressions slowly began to change; the people he fought for were weak, cowardly and his enemies strong. More often than not he found himself paying his respects to his magical foes even as he finished them, saddened by what he must do for humanity's sake. After years of murdering teenage girls in the name of so-called freedom, perhaps it was inevitable that he would crack. On the day of his eleventh kill, Lukoshenko had an encounter that would change his life forever. The eleventh was a pretty little thing, barely into her teens; by this point, every kill he made sent Kolya to the bottom of a bottle, but this one weighed more heavily on his mind than any other. She had been very young and confused... and she had begged for her life at the end. It hadn't mattered to his employers of course; they had issued the bounty with their usual glee, no doubt cheering over the death of another little tyrant. What Kolya hadn't known was that the girl had not been on her own. He only found out after the fact but the girl's partner soon fell into despair, creating an especially violent Witch within the heart of the city slums. Many died in the ensuing violence, innocent and otherwise. Having taken it upon himself to atone for his actions, Kolya set out to destroy the beast and restore order, only to find himself preempted by a magical girl; unlike every magi he had met so far, this one had tried to protect the innocent slum-dwellers, more than could be said for his erstwhile employers... The things she said, the conviction and compassion in her voice were enough to sway his already conflicted loyalties. They parted ways peacefully and although it would be several months before they met again, he was now bound to the fate and will of Alexandra Hertz. Once Alexandra completed her coup and solidified control over Aurora, Kolya quickly came out of hiding to swear loyalty to her. He now serves as Alexandra's closest non-magical aid and a senior commander in her human army. His military training and experience hunting prey both magical and mundane make him an excellent attack dog for the Aurora City Authority regime. Allegiance Aurora City Authority, but loyal to Alexandra Hertz Skills As a former soldier, Kolya is proficient with various modern weapons and combat tactics. His time as a hunter and mercenary, as well as the specialist equipment he uses gives him an edge when fighting Magical Girls; he is one of a very few who can stand toe to toe with a magical opponent. Outside of combat, he is also an excellent information gatherer and organiser, with a network of informants that stretches across the city. Kolya is also a rather good cook, specialising in sweets and patisserie. Weapons RG-6 Grenade Launcher. Instead of firing explosive grenades, Kolya uses specially designed incendiary buckshot rounds in his RG-6, essentially turning it into a massive flaming shotgun, ideal for fighting both Magical Girls and Witches. Kolya maintains a good stockpile of different weapons, switching them out as the situation demands. Sometimes he will use an assault rifle, other times a sniper rifle; he also had a large amount of explosives stashed away, just in case. Other While most of his subordinates are badly trained militia, Kolya does have a handful of hunters from Nova Prussiya on his payroll. These men and women are ruthlessly efficient and can handle Magical Girls far better than the average grunt.</s> <\|message\|>Alexandra Hertz It was obvious that Kyubey would have grinned had he been able to do so, or had he felt the sort of emotion that prompted that sort of action. He had chosen her for a reason after all, just like there was a reason behind everything that the Incubators did. Maria would just have to figure out what it was along the way. Kyubey hopped down off the bookshelf, sitting in front of the wheelchair as he watched her with unblinking eyes. It seems to be a magical girl, he said at last, providing some information. Normal humans would find it incredibly difficult to do what they appear to be trying to do. If a Noble is involved though, it is only indirectly, given that you yourself have no knowledge of any illicit magical research. Another seeming mental shrug then. I would provide more help, but they have done quite a bit to hide their activities from our attention. They had just been fortune that the impact of the ongoing experiments, whatever they were trying to do, had been easier to pick up. But it still left no clue as to who was doing it, much less what they were trying to do. --- Lukoshenko's arrival wasn't entirely a surprise beyond the exact time of his arrival, when he did show up. Alexandra had been expecting him, since she insisted on receiving general reports so she could keep up to date on the state of her nation. She would not let herself be overthrown like she had done before, and she would not allow her nation to fall in dire straits. Aurora would be maintained as it had been, if she had any say in it. "Enter," she called, and Lukoshenko would find the door unlocked. that would permit him entrance into the tastefully decorated penthouse, not ostentatious in its display of wealth but rather subtle about it. It exuded power and an aura of strength that was made to either intimidate, or to console, depending on the intentions of the person who entered, and Alexandra was glad that she had found that particular decorator. Kolya would find Alexandra in the living room, relaxing on the couch with a glass resting nearby. Caroline stood in the corner watching him, though there was less suspicion than had he been someone who hadn't proven his loyalty. She was not a permanent fixture at these meetings by far, but it appeared she had nothing else to do at the moment. "So, how fairs our border today," she asked once he came to a rest, having earned her full attention. Relaxed though she might be, she was all business nonetheless.</s> <\|message\|>Maria Goethe "It's okay Kyubey, you don't need to worry. Leave it to magical girl Maria to save the day!" So he's going to expect me to comb the entire city for some crazy bitches messing around with their magic...as expected of him. Though Nobles aren't directly involved I'll bet my storage of grief seeds that they're secretly backed by one. Now I'll just have to check which one of them would resort to such idiocy. "Let's check the map. That is always a good idea when investigating cities," Maria said as she smiled. She opened up a map file on her computer that she has tampered with herself to show different colors and lines on different parts of the map.</s> <\|message\|>Eponine Hassane "Adrian," Eponine said, "relay to the other search teams that before speaking with the magical girl, they are to report their position." Her reason for this was so that if the team that found her was wiped out, the rest would know where it had happened. In fact, every team she killed would leave a trail potentially pointing out her next destination. Still, as they continued to follow leads, they saw no sign of her. Eponine hoped that none of the people they had spoken to had lied. If they had, she would have to flatten their neighborhood as an example for what happened to people harboring fugitives. If there was no dishonesty, then Eponine's search cordon should be tightening slowly, and they would all either eventually meet each other in the middle with the rogue having somehow managed to slip past; or the rogue would be discovered and a fight would most likely ensue. Eponine activated her magical girl form, pulling out her warhammer, ready to activate her 'field of absolute terror' at a moment's notice.</s> <\|message\|>Chloe Hartmann Chloe didn't have to be paying much attention to realize that her time was limited. The rooftops could provide a potential out when it came to people searching for her - regular humans had trouble traversing even the narrowly packed city rooftops - but when she thought about it, what was she really going to do? Run through the city giving these folks a wild goose chase? Kill everybody involved, spawning more havoc? "...Not the worst ideas in the world, and they sound kind of fun..." But no. She had told Oscar that she was finished avoiding confrontation, and that still held true. Not that she wanted to get shot again. Her mobility was already hampered by one wounded leg. She didn't relish the idea of having to walk around town doing a handstand because of bullet holes in both legs, though again, it sounded just a little fun. Chloe transformed without any particular flair, and simply stood her ground. She was far enough away from the safehouse that nothing should be traced back to the people there, so it was time to meet her maker. As the group drew closer, her suspicions were confirmed, seeing a magical girl heading their ranks. That made sense. Five humans didn't do the job, why send anything less? The girl in front of her looked a bit younger than Chloe herself, and was wielding an impressive warhammer. She had to compliment the girl on her taste in weaponry. That wasn't a tool made for fixing things. As the girl approached, Chloe held up a massive armored hand in greeting, signaling that she didn't intend to fight. At least not right away. "Hey lady. You're the hound they sent to track me down, huh? Well, I guess you did it, so good on you. Here to take me to jail, then? Or kill me, maybe?"</s>	<\|message\|>Kolya Lukoshenko Even after coming here a hundred times, Kolya was still uncomfortable in her Ladyship's private rooms. Not only was the carefully designed architecture doing its job, but the idea of invading a young woman's room just didn't sit right. Pushing the misgivings away, he strode in with an air of respect and hopefully competence. 'Good morning, my Lady.', he began, bowing his head slightly before diving right into his report. 'I have three items of interest. First off, a town in the south requires a new governor after the old administration failed to keep up with taxation. I recommend a magi be sent to oversee the area in the meantime.' Riffling though a handful of paperwork, he produced and handed over a set of forms detailing the fate of Mayor Geier, along with a list of suitable replacements. 'There was also a disturbance reported at a border post of Lady Goethe's lands, but I have it on good authority that the situation has been dealt with. More pressingly for the city, I have evidence of a build-up of UN forces to the south.' Even after the collapse of the traditional nation-state system, the UN continued to exert its authority over the remaining member states. Their activities in central Europe were limited, but a persistent thorn in Aurora's side. 'No evidence of why or what they might be doing, but I would recommend a punitive strike. My men are not capable of holding off trained soldiers, but a handful of magi could easily break their lines... My Lady.', he added, as always striving a bit too hard to remain polite.</s>
<\|description\|>Kolya Lukoshenko Age 27 Gender Male Appearance Personality Focused, methodical and ruthless, Kolya is a consummate hunter and excellent problem solver when working. He takes great care of his subordinates, no matter who they are, acting as something of an older brother to his troops. When off duty he is markedly different, with a perpetually relaxed smile and an easy-going sense of humour. One of Kolya's favourite past times is having a couple of (dozen) drinks with Alexandra's other minions. Bio Since the collapse of the old world order, there hasn't been much travel among normal humans. Between regular patrols from the magical girl city states, opportunistic banditry and the constant battles between low ranking magi, the neutral zones between cities make for a dangerous road. And yet communities can still be found amid the lawlessness, hardy folk who can protect themselves. Far to the northeast of Germany is one such settlement, founded by the breakaway crew of a old Russian warship. Nova Prussiya is a hard place, with little arable land or decent fishing zones. Much of its livelihood comes from various successful bandits and mercenaries, often former Russian soldiers and sailors; with a large cache of modern military hardware and the technology to produce more, many Nova Prussiyans have made a name for themselves as Witch hunters. A select few have gone even further, hunting the magical girls that have caused so much grief for the world. Kolya Lukoshenko was once one of these men. A former Russian naval infantryman, Lukoshenko was an accomplished hunter when decided to leave his home and strike out deep into the German interior. Spurred on by rumours of human resistance factions, he intended to hire himself out as a fighter; indeed, with a total of three magical girl kills to his name, Lukoshenko was one of the best. Armed with the tools and knowledge of a professional hunter, he entered the city of Aurora as a hitman. Working underground for several years, Kolya's impressions slowly began to change; the people he fought for were weak, cowardly and his enemies strong. More often than not he found himself paying his respects to his magical foes even as he finished them, saddened by what he must do for humanity's sake. After years of murdering teenage girls in the name of so-called freedom, perhaps it was inevitable that he would crack. On the day of his eleventh kill, Lukoshenko had an encounter that would change his life forever. The eleventh was a pretty little thing, barely into her teens; by this point, every kill he made sent Kolya to the bottom of a bottle, but this one weighed more heavily on his mind than any other. She had been very young and confused... and she had begged for her life at the end. It hadn't mattered to his employers of course; they had issued the bounty with their usual glee, no doubt cheering over the death of another little tyrant. What Kolya hadn't known was that the girl had not been on her own. He only found out after the fact but the girl's partner soon fell into despair, creating an especially violent Witch within the heart of the city slums. Many died in the ensuing violence, innocent and otherwise. Having taken it upon himself to atone for his actions, Kolya set out to destroy the beast and restore order, only to find himself preempted by a magical girl; unlike every magi he had met so far, this one had tried to protect the innocent slum-dwellers, more than could be said for his erstwhile employers... The things she said, the conviction and compassion in her voice were enough to sway his already conflicted loyalties. They parted ways peacefully and although it would be several months before they met again, he was now bound to the fate and will of Alexandra Hertz. Once Alexandra completed her coup and solidified control over Aurora, Kolya quickly came out of hiding to swear loyalty to her. He now serves as Alexandra's closest non-magical aid and a senior commander in her human army. His military training and experience hunting prey both magical and mundane make him an excellent attack dog for the Aurora City Authority regime. Allegiance Aurora City Authority, but loyal to Alexandra Hertz Skills As a former soldier, Kolya is proficient with various modern weapons and combat tactics. His time as a hunter and mercenary, as well as the specialist equipment he uses gives him an edge when fighting Magical Girls; he is one of a very few who can stand toe to toe with a magical opponent. Outside of combat, he is also an excellent information gatherer and organiser, with a network of informants that stretches across the city. Kolya is also a rather good cook, specialising in sweets and patisserie. Weapons RG-6 Grenade Launcher. Instead of firing explosive grenades, Kolya uses specially designed incendiary buckshot rounds in his RG-6, essentially turning it into a massive flaming shotgun, ideal for fighting both Magical Girls and Witches. Kolya maintains a good stockpile of different weapons, switching them out as the situation demands. Sometimes he will use an assault rifle, other times a sniper rifle; he also had a large amount of explosives stashed away, just in case. Other While most of his subordinates are badly trained militia, Kolya does have a handful of hunters from Nova Prussiya on his payroll. These men and women are ruthlessly efficient and can handle Magical Girls far better than the average grunt.</s> <\|message\|>Maria Goethe Maria giggled a bit. "Oh Eponine, she is our guest, not an enemy. I'm certain if we come into a conflict of any sort, which is ludicrous to even think of as a possibility, you will be there to protect us." "Wonderful. Fantine, if you would." Maria looked over at her maid for a moment, before returning her attention back to the rogue. This could have gone a lot less smoothly if she refused to speak. Thankfully that is not the case. Straight-forward type, huh? This makes everything a lot simpler. Maria acted surprised. "Arrested? Why would I have a maker of such beautiful art arrested? No, you have a vision that shouldn't be shackled by the ignorant. The truth is, you and I are not as different as you might think. You see, I too am an artist. My canvas is Aurora, my paintbrush it's people. But my vision is also bound, locked up tight and the key thrown away by the tyranny of Alexandra, the Queen of Aurora City." Maria took a break from talking, and sipped on her tea before continuing. "She does not care for the people under her heel, for she lives only to subjugate us, and to separate us. But unlike the other Nobles who are too afraid to stand up to her oppression, I have the will to see her fall from her tower along with her supporters. I only ask if you share that will with me, and join the fight to free Aurora from her claws."</s> <\|message\|>Eponine Hassane Fantine bowed and ran off to find a suitable container for Chloe's milk. Eponine loosened up a bit once Fantine left the room, but immediately tightened up again, even started fidgeting restlessly when Maria started talking about overthrowing the Queen. Eponine wanted to speak out, to object, to remind Maria of her loyalties and the severe punishments for treason, but a few factors prevented her from doing so. The first factor was that Eponine did not want to show weakness to Chloe, nor undermine the appearance of power that Maria had; if Chloe saw Eponine contradict Maria, Chloe might think that Maria couldn't even control her own subordinates. The second factor was that it was entirely possible that Maria was playing a ruse, trying to trick Chloe into divulging some sort of information. Still, Eponine was extremely uncomfortable, and gripped the armrests of her chair tightly, her wide eyes darting back and forth between Maria and Chloe. Despite her efforts, her nervousness showed through; such expression of emotion that she had not shown in a long time. Fantine returned shortly holding a tray with a pewter beer stein and a large glass jug of cold milk. She placed the stein in front of Chloe and poured some milk out for her, before retreating back into her waiting position behind Maria's wheelchair.</s> <\|message\|>Chloe Hartmann Chloe pondered Maria's words as carefully as she could, expressing thanks for the drink she'd been brought. "...An artist, you say? Hm. I wonder..." Maria was overestimating the significance of Chloe's random act of murder, to be sure, but her logic was still sound. And what was she saying in front of a stranger? She wanted to take down the queen of the city? Chloe's head, not quite set to spinning, wobbled and teetered dangerously off its hinges regardless. "I gotta wonder about your intentions, here, Lady. It's real nice and easy to say you want to rise up against those who oppress you, but you seem pretty comfortable here. Don't you have all these... toys, because of your position? Your devotion to the concept of 'order' and your political scheming?" Chloe took a drink to anchor her thoughts. She wasn't a philosopher, but she did believe that she was being worked right now. Still better than jail, so I'll put up with it for now. "So, say I help you take down this queen. It could be we have the same goal, if you're telling the truth. I may be stupid but I'm not a total idiot. That puts you in power, I bet. What you do at that point ain't my business and it ain't even my hobby. You can do what you want. But what's to stop me from knocking you out right afterward? That sounds like a great deal for me, like a two-for-one. But a poor deal for you. Real sad end for a budding coup, see."</s>	<\|message\|>Kolya Lukoshenko Keeping his reservations about Elysium's so-called honour to himself, Kolya bowed to his Lady. As much as he would rather see such threats put down immediately, he deferred to Lady Alexandra's superior knowledge in this department; he was no politician after all. 'I have no more to report, my Lady. With your leave, I must attend to my duties.' Well, actually he didn't have much more to do today; with the tax business dealt with and the border issues passed up the chain, Kolya's card was empty... He could always hijack a patrol to pass the time, or take some troops for training, but both were the job of his direct subordinates. He bowed again, nodding respectfully to Lady Caroline as he exited the room. Fuck it, he thought flatly. I'll just go have a drink... A quick pit stop at his flat and Kolya switched out of the pristine uniform, donning a casual shirt and jeans combination that would let him blend in with the rest of the population. He still slipped a pistol into a hidden holster, just in case. Could never be too careful, what with anarchist nutjobs and Compact agents roving the undercity... He paused for a moment at that thought, cracking a sardonic grin as he realised that for many years, he had fitted into that category. Sparking up a cigarette with an air of laziness, Kolya headed out toward the outskirts. Despite it being the morning, there were always a lot of bars and clubs open in Aurora. As one of the few fairly safe havens in modern Germany, the city had become a hub of trade and travel, with a bustling service industry cropping up to entertain travellers. Quite aside from a hundred eateries, you could go into the darker areas of the city to find pretty much anything on sale. Kolya himself had partaken more than once, even had his favourite girls in some of the more liberal establishments; Hell, it wasn't as though he had anywhere else to blow his wages. After an hour's relaxed drink and conversation in one of the more up-market bars, he headed off in the direction of a rather seedier area, tracking through some of the quieter parts of town in pursuit of adequate... distraction. A strained voice caught his ear, coming the edge of a nearby public park. Sounded like a girl, angry, upset; most likely a magi. Normally Kolya would have averted his eyes and moved on as the city's overladies generally preferred, but something else the girl said gave him pause. Damn rodent? An Incubator? The entities responsible for creating magical girls were a mystery to normal folk, half fantasy, half urban legend; he would admit to a certain curiosity. Mindful the dangers of barging in on an emotional magi, Kolya took a seat on a park bench a respectful distance away, casually smoking while watching from the corner of one eye. He didn't recognise the girl; he knew the majority of the city's nobility well enough, but there were hundreds of lower ranked and independent magi floating about. Could be anyone.</s>
<\|description\|>Violetta FitzCarraldo. (Veee oh-let-ter, not Vayyy-oh-let-ter. She gets annoyed if you mispronounce it.) As posted in the OoC. Age: 16 Gender: Girl. Appearance: Violeta is tall, blonde, with amber eyes. Personality: People who don't know Violetta very well think she's an idiot. She's loud, obnoxious, petty, and a pain to tolerate and put up with. People who know her think she's a genius. She's got a way with words, and is capable of rallying platoons and battalions of adolescent teenage girls into an almost suicidal frenzy with a few well-chosen words and her natural presence, despite her thick latin accent. Several of those in her confidance are convinced that she's the real reason why the small rural state neighbouring Aurora had lasted as long as it did, despite never being a major player in politics nor economy. She leans somewhat towards Libertarian views, believing in the freedom of everyone and anyone to do what they feel is right or moral or good in their own eyes, until it harms someone else. She's a strong believer in the idea of a nation being a union of like-minded people in order to throw their combined weight around. People close enough to see the pores in her face think she's insane. Bio: Violetta was born in what used to be Argentina, to a folk singer couple who played mostly to small art-house venues. She grew up in a decent part of the world, not entirely rich but never all that poor, either. Both her parents died after a misunderstanding with a guitar case at an airport escalated, and she contracted soon afterwards and left town, heading north. She arrived in Germany, to what might have once been called her ancestral home in the rhineland, and quickly began throwing her weight around as a military girl and a leader of women, setting up a rigorous, almost military force to defend their small rural town from witches and their ilk, foreign magical girls. Always under a quickly rotating political and economic leader, of course. Nobody trusts the fox to hand out the chickens. That little community burnt out and died after a ferocious witch attack decimated the forces under her command and in the ensuing chaos she left the town quietly and set out for the big city. From what she heard, the place collapsed not long after. Allegiance: Whoever pays more, would be her reply. She's currently under Aurora City control, as a lowly officer of what passes for law. Skills: Charisma, and a keen eye for mass encounters and strategy. Weapons: Apart from a small packet of chewables, she goes in with the clothes she's wearing. Other: Theme. Gave up smoking a while ago since it was hampering her. She's trying to take up chewing tobacco, but shops in the area are few and far between, so she's almost constantly curling her fists, unconsciously. Magical Girl Section: Magical Girl Appearance: Violeta's uniform resembles a turn-of-the-century army dress uniform, decorated with a small personal motif. Wish: To never again have to rely on anything else, to do whatever she wants to do. Weapons: The weapon she possesses is a large, bulky, almost oversized flame-thrower. Unlike the sleek refinement of most magical weapons, This resembles little more then a pipe sticking out of a scrapped molten bicycle she carries over her arm. What it lacks in looks it makes up for in sheer area denial, capable of creating walls and rivers of burning melty death with a few quick strokes. The machine consumes much in the way of both magical energy and oxygen, and can be hard to maintain for long. Powers: Control over unnatural material: Iron and steel bends at her touch, Plastic bends and cracks, Pistols jam and misfire, and edged weapons blunt. Organic matter, and items of a magical nature are completely out of her reach, but she doesn't see that as too much of a problem since they burn rather nicely. Violetta keeps her stranger powers at arms length (Not literally, the power works on contact), preferring to leave them on out of habit but has never seriously dedicated much effort in learning their finer skills.</s> <\|message\|>Alexandra Hertz Yume's voice rang out, the Witches Barrier dispelled to allow her to be heard in the surrounding area. such a display would have earned looks from passerbyers, but given the source, most people considered it wiser to leave her alone. No one wanted to anger a magical girl, especially one in a state like this. It tended to not be conducive to ones health in the grand scheme of things. It was always risky to expect an answer, since the Incubators were busy creatures and never really inclined to humor magical girls when they didn't have to, when it wasn't in line with their interests to do so. Yet she would get a response, as Kyubey emerged from nearby to find her there. Hello Yume Fubuki, he said, padding over and leaping onto a small ledge, from which he could better look at her. The answer you seek should be fairly obvious. Your friend succumbed to despair, like all magical girls will eventually. You know this. Certainly he didn't display any empathy for the pain she was now experiencing, delivering straightforward and truthful answers that would most likely not satisfy.</s> <\|message\|>Violetta FitzCarraldo. (Veee oh-let-ter, not Vayyy-oh-let-ter. She gets annoyed if you mispronounce it.) The other girl grinned, and hung up the phone. The smile was more out of relief then anything, for a moment she was shocked and blinded as the purple-haired youth vanished from her sight. But she'd just transformed, showing herself off in a flashy way. Violetta glared into her opponent's eyes, for a moment wondering who did her hair, it looked fabulous, but she stopped herself. If nothing else, this girl could be pumped for information before she either died or converted to her side. She laughed at her own joke. Vi didn't. She took two steps forward, to within operative range of the flame machine, and began talking. "I'm Violetta, if you must know. I'm here doing some gruntwork for my employer. Some stuff about a hidden lab, probably one of the humans cooking up meth. You seen any meth lab explosions around these parts?" She began, trying to keep her voice casual. She glanced at her phone, and thumbed through a set of maps for the area. According to maps that had been last updated around a year ago, there was nothing in the area except factories and sewage plants. But they would say that, wouldn't they?</s> <\|message\|>Maria Goethe Maria took a glance at Eponine. She knew she would react that way now that her intentions have become clear to her, despite her apparently emotionless status. Still, that was only a matter of time before it was resolved, since she knew exactly how to convince her. Having decided on that matter mentally, Maria focused on the rogue's response to her offer, and just like she expected, it was met with resistance. Maria's smile turned into a sad frown. "It may seem comfortable to you, but to me, it is a never-ending torment. The government is corrupted and uncaring for its citizens, and though I try my best to manage my domain, I can't stop the law enforcement that Alexandra governs. I've seen men dragged to the streets and shot, powerless to do anything despite my status. She must be stopped, lest the city falls into despair and is consumed by a horde of witches." Now this is problematic. She is too perceptive to be fooled, and judging by her response she can't be bribed either. Well, no matter. She is already caught in my trap. Maria dropped her cute expressions and angelic voice, and suddenly revealed her true self; that of a dark, intellectual sociopath, making it seem like she changed personality. She then spoke with a chilling voice: "So you would prefer making an enemy of me? It would be a shame for our relationship to end on such a low note. You see, you are currently in a room with two magical girls, with a garrison of trained soldiers along with two other magical girls ready to rush in at any signs of disturbance. No matter how big your weapons are, you won't be walking out of this mansion should you refuse my offer. That would be a terrible loss for Shadow Compact." Even if the rogue didn't show it with her facial expression, Maria could tell by the movements of her eyes that she was correct in her assumption. She let that sink in for a moment before she continued. "Indeed. Without my assistance Shadow Compact would take years before they could muster enough resources to even attempt to overthrow Alexandra's rule. Even worse for them if you were captured, and spilled all their secrets to me. I would then purge the city of their presence, and forget this meeting even took place." She took a sip of her tea. "So, what will it be? It's your choice."</s> <\|message\|>Alice Earhart Alice sweat-dropped and she could feel the hostility coming from the girl named Violetta. Moreover, it was only now that Alice noticed the other girl had some kind of weird contraption with her. Some kind of weapon...maybe it will be hard to keep this peaceful. Alice wondered if she had been too hasty in transforming. It was like an invitation for a fight when its between magical girls...and Alice quite enjoyed those fights as she had fun 'playing' with her opponents. She shook her head as her 'crazy side' almost came out. Alice knew just by looking at her that Violetta was not like the small fries she had faced. She needed to keep calm. Alice crossed her arms and pretended to think about it. "Labs? The only things I know are the numerous factories and plants you see all around the sector. Much of the noise they make sure sound like explosions to me. If you are looking for meth, I could probably find you a place they sell for cheap though I would have to bust them up since the stuff is bad, hahahaha!" After she finished laughing at her own joke, Alice continued. "So how about it? If you want some meth, I can find some for you." She said that with a smile on her face however her right hand is already grasping her small scythe necklace preparing for battle. I can just lead her to the lab...but leading her while fighting will be more fun...and I want to talk to a member of the Authority anyway and also, I want to see her abilities and that weapon of hers...</s> <\|message\|>Chloe Hartmann So is this your true form, then, Maria Goethe? Or is there something deeper still? "'Fraid you've made two mistakes, Lady. The first is assuming I care about what happens to the Compact. No sense hiding it if you already know, we have a relationship of mutual manipulation. I use them because I can't be everywhere at once, and I like the way they operate, and they use me because the strength of a magical girl is no joke, as I'm sure you know. "The second mistake is appealing to my sense of justice. I couldn't give less of a damn if the city descends into anarchy and becomes the territory of witches. Every damned human here could die for all I care. They're all garbage to begin with. You, your political struggle, the state of Aurora, Incubators, the 'law,' all of it can crumble. Me, all I want is to have fun." She took a moment to take another sip of milk, seeming oblivious to the dark aura that had engulfed the room. The balance of power had shifted dramatically, but it wasn't like Chloe was out of bargaining chips either. "I don't like being threatened, though I can't say I didn't see it coming. I'll take your threat as fair play. The truth is," Chloe continued as she stood out of her chair. Sitting was awkward for her when she was transformed, and standing just felt a little more natural. "I just want what's best for me, see. I won't ever be loyal to you, because I... I just can't. I'm not loyal to the Compact, or to Aurora or anybody but myself. That said, you," she said as she pointed to Maria, before shifting her hand and gaze to where Eponine was sitting, seeming a bit shaken by the ordeal, "and you. You're fun. It seems like interesting stuff might happen around you. And one day, if I go along with this charade, I might get to fight you guys fair. Maybe even kill you. I wouldn't be bored for like a week if that happens. Or maybe I'll die. Won't ever be bored again that way either." This was a lot of talking, more than Chloe was used to doing all at once, though it was her own fault for her rambling way of speaking to others, she knew. "So... fine. Because it's interesting, I'll let you use me in whatever game you have concocted. But I won't... can't promise loyalty. I might kill you one day. Or smash up your house. Or even betray you. There's just no other option for me. You've gotta take it or leave it, Lady. But it might do you some good to discuss that with your subordinates, they might be a bit restless with the idea."</s>	<\|message\|>Violetta FitzCarraldo. (Veee oh-let-ter, not Vayyy-oh-let-ter. She gets annoyed if you mispronounce it.) The street instantly grew a few degrees colder, and Violetta tilted her head, curiously. Factories, as far as she she understood the term, were big houses to store even bigger machines in. Most of them should've been abandoned a long time ago as the raw materials that had to be supplied to them ran out. Unless there were such a thing as magical girl truckers, shipping and handling precious goods between places so the humans didn't whinge so much about not being fed all the time, but that seemed ridiculous to her. So who or what was exploding the factories? Magical girl fights? She brushed those thoughts aside, dismissing them as unimportant. This girl got on her nerves, and she could tell the reverse was true, too. She was cocky, loud, and shifted her weight between her feet like she was ready to break into irish dance at any moment. Or maybe she really was ready to fight. Vi shifted her weight, and gripped at the metal rod of her flamethrower like a drawn sword. The small light at the end flicked on, and danced in the early morning chill. From a quick glance at it, Violetta read a wind speed barely over a knot. That meant lighter winds, maybe some three or four knots, the higher you rose, and with a ranged weapon like hers, wind speeds mattered. She was still wrapped in her smoke coccoon, which was still a plus. And there was a seed in her pocket, all that was left of Michelle "Cirno" McCarthy, that was still another advantage "Nah, but thanks for the offer." She began, acting like they weren't each doing the magical girl equivalent of the showdown at high noon. "Tried it once, and it just makes you feel like you're controlling your body with a marionette. It's awful. But boss' orders are to shut it down, so i've got to do my duty like a good little government lapdog. Así es la vida."</s>
<\|description\|>Violetta FitzCarraldo. (Veee oh-let-ter, not Vayyy-oh-let-ter. She gets annoyed if you mispronounce it.) As posted in the OoC. Age: 16 Gender: Girl. Appearance: Violeta is tall, blonde, with amber eyes. Personality: People who don't know Violetta very well think she's an idiot. She's loud, obnoxious, petty, and a pain to tolerate and put up with. People who know her think she's a genius. She's got a way with words, and is capable of rallying platoons and battalions of adolescent teenage girls into an almost suicidal frenzy with a few well-chosen words and her natural presence, despite her thick latin accent. Several of those in her confidance are convinced that she's the real reason why the small rural state neighbouring Aurora had lasted as long as it did, despite never being a major player in politics nor economy. She leans somewhat towards Libertarian views, believing in the freedom of everyone and anyone to do what they feel is right or moral or good in their own eyes, until it harms someone else. She's a strong believer in the idea of a nation being a union of like-minded people in order to throw their combined weight around. People close enough to see the pores in her face think she's insane. Bio: Violetta was born in what used to be Argentina, to a folk singer couple who played mostly to small art-house venues. She grew up in a decent part of the world, not entirely rich but never all that poor, either. Both her parents died after a misunderstanding with a guitar case at an airport escalated, and she contracted soon afterwards and left town, heading north. She arrived in Germany, to what might have once been called her ancestral home in the rhineland, and quickly began throwing her weight around as a military girl and a leader of women, setting up a rigorous, almost military force to defend their small rural town from witches and their ilk, foreign magical girls. Always under a quickly rotating political and economic leader, of course. Nobody trusts the fox to hand out the chickens. That little community burnt out and died after a ferocious witch attack decimated the forces under her command and in the ensuing chaos she left the town quietly and set out for the big city. From what she heard, the place collapsed not long after. Allegiance: Whoever pays more, would be her reply. She's currently under Aurora City control, as a lowly officer of what passes for law. Skills: Charisma, and a keen eye for mass encounters and strategy. Weapons: Apart from a small packet of chewables, she goes in with the clothes she's wearing. Other: Theme. Gave up smoking a while ago since it was hampering her. She's trying to take up chewing tobacco, but shops in the area are few and far between, so she's almost constantly curling her fists, unconsciously. Magical Girl Section: Magical Girl Appearance: Violeta's uniform resembles a turn-of-the-century army dress uniform, decorated with a small personal motif. Wish: To never again have to rely on anything else, to do whatever she wants to do. Weapons: The weapon she possesses is a large, bulky, almost oversized flame-thrower. Unlike the sleek refinement of most magical weapons, This resembles little more then a pipe sticking out of a scrapped molten bicycle she carries over her arm. What it lacks in looks it makes up for in sheer area denial, capable of creating walls and rivers of burning melty death with a few quick strokes. The machine consumes much in the way of both magical energy and oxygen, and can be hard to maintain for long. Powers: Control over unnatural material: Iron and steel bends at her touch, Plastic bends and cracks, Pistols jam and misfire, and edged weapons blunt. Organic matter, and items of a magical nature are completely out of her reach, but she doesn't see that as too much of a problem since they burn rather nicely. Violetta keeps her stranger powers at arms length (Not literally, the power works on contact), preferring to leave them on out of habit but has never seriously dedicated much effort in learning their finer skills.</s> <\|message\|>Eponine Hassane After Chloe left, those words burned inside Eponine's mind. Eponine would have let Chloe go if she had simply given her name, but if Chloe had told Maria to ask Eponine for it, Eponine would have punished her for her insolence. Chloe had instead skirted between the two options, fulfilling the option of introducing herself, while simultaneously demonstrating extreme rudeness. Eponine couldn't let it go, but by her own logic, had to. Her grip tightened on her hammer, but once Chloe was far enough away, Epoinine released her pent up rage and threw her hammer. It swung around vertically several times as it traveled across the hall, its head smashing into the wall next to the door Chloe had left by, causing the room to shake slightly. The head of the hammer was embedded into the stone wall, its handle sticking out at an odd angle amid the cloud of powdered stone. Eponine took deep, slow breaths as she disabled her magical girl form, transforming back into her original clothes and causing the hammer to disintegrate. With the hammer no longer taking up space, a few bricks fell out, crumbling to the floor. Eponine turned back to Maria and knelt. "I apologize for the property damage I have caused. Please allow me to atone for this transgression by letting me pay for the repairs, and to receive any additional punishment you deem necessary." Eponine looked up at Maria, blood trickling down from the corners of her mouth.</s> <\|message\|>Violetta FitzCarraldo. (Veee oh-let-ter, not Vayyy-oh-let-ter. She gets annoyed if you mispronounce it.) Mistake, please ignore.</s> <\|message\|>Maria Goethe While Maria did expect some kind of reactionary action or word from Eponine once the rogue left, she didn't expect that. She must have also kept a pent up anger inside her during the entire duration of the meeting, which was understandable given her newly-met acquaintance. While in a normal situation she would have scolded her of acting so violently inside the house and demanded she would go hunt some witch seeds or otherwise recompense, there was a more pressing subject at hand. Besides, she was also close to throwing her tea cup at the wall at some parts of the conversation. Did she bite her tongue? She is not as devoid of emotion as I assumed of her, then. "I will be lenient this time and forgive you for your act of transgression," Maria said. At this point, she didn't mind if the entire mansion crumbled, since she would be moving up into a much better building soon. "But there is something that troubles you. Could it be related to the discussion I had with the rogue? You seemed uncomfortable during it."</s> <\|message\|>Eponine Hassane "Your clemency is more than I deserve," Eponine replied. When Maria asked what was troubling her, Eponine looked away for a bit, then looked back, "My lady spoke of rebelling against the queen and conspiring with Shadow Compact. With all due respect, that is an act of treason. Ever since you took me on as your knight, I have served you and Aurora with utmost loyalty to preserve our fragile peace and the rule of law. Given your position ad rule, I never suspected you would harbor such thoughts. I am...conflicted. To you I owe much, but how much of what I owe you do I also owe to Aurora and the order it symbolizes?"</s> <\|message\|>Maria Goethe Maria's voice turned pleasing and comforting as she spoke. "Oh Eponine, I understand how you feel," she said, and with her magic, slowly rose into the the air from her wheelchair. She floated slowly towards Eponine and then around her like an angel without wings. " But I must take this drastic measure to preserve peace in Aurora. Alexandra is too vacuous to rule her. She simply twiddles her thumbs and acts like a figurehead while the neighboring cities and nations gain in warriors and land, ultimately bringing war and suffering to Aurora and its people too. Were I to become queen, I would bring order to Aurora and all of those lands, until the entire world is in eternal peace and rest. She now stopped and caressed her cheek as she floated before her. "Don't you remember the dream we had, my dear Eponine?" She then whispered into her ear: "A world of absolute order. We can achieve that, you need only to believe in me and we will have it, together."</s> <\|message\|>Alice Earhart Something clicked in Alice's mind telling her to stop what she was doing. Her head started to hurt a bit but Alice pretended it was nothing so that Violetta did not notice it. She was about ready to activate her scythe when the pain started getting worst. She moved her hand away from her necklace and the pain started to subside. Just what was that? It was like...I was trying to stop myself. That's right. This can be solved peacefully. All I need to do is lead her to that abandoned lab. If anything happens, then I will activate scythe...yes, I will do that Alice took a deep breath in and let it out to calm herself down. If I had activated my scythe, it would to a battle which can be avoided. There was no need for pointless violence. Alice recalled her dislike for pointless violence and scolded herself for giving in too early to her thirst for battle. However, she would just remain transformed in case she needed to bail quickly as she knew Violetta was probably not alone and her allies could just come rushing in with just a call from her cellphone. Alice then giggled at the other girl for admitting herself being a dog of the Authority. The other girl had a sense of humour...maybe there was no need for a fight...maybe. Alice then crossed her arms. "Since I'm a such a good citizen, I will help you fulfil your role as a government dog by leading you to something I found some days ago. It was something I never seen before. The place was deserted when I found it so I'm not sure if its what you are looking for. Follow me if you want to check it for yourself." Alice then jumped onto a building roof. She looked down at Violetta. "We will take the scenic route aka jumping over rooftops." She then went on her way to the place she found the lab.</s> <\|message\|>Violetta FitzCarraldo. (Veee oh-let-ter, not Vayyy-oh-let-ter. She gets annoyed if you mispronounce it.) Well. That was anticlimactic. Violetta had something on the order of fifteen battle plans and was already working on the sixteenth, most of which involved abusing her powers for fun and profit and stalling until her reinforcements arrived. But to win without fighting was the greatest victory, and the girl had decided to come quietly, after all. What was the term again? "Help the Valkyries with their inquiries?" Violetta idly scratched at herself with the tip of her flamethrower, and took a few leaps up the building. The concrete bent and left footprints for her as she passed by it. If she'd wanted to, and didn't care about leaving a trail, she could've walked up the wall. But she took leaps up, perching on windowsills and glazing bars, careful not to use too much of the supernatural power that fueled most magical girls. Up above, the air was smoky, and almost dingier then the floor. A billion fumes and gases leaked out here, before mixing in with the wind and drifting somewhere far away where they could cause some other natural disaster. She dismissed her weapon, out of fear that it might start a chemical fire, and turned to her companion. For now, she seemed... Accepting. She'd guessed that the whole "anti-authoritarian" palaver had worked. The only girls who survived for long were lone wolves, and people like that were easier to manipulate. All you needed to do was convince them that what you wanted them to do was somehow hurting da man. Even if da man said that, they bought it. And in this case, da man was one Crown princess Alexandria Hertz. "Well?" She began, once she'd caught up. "Lead the way, Missus...?"</s> <\|message\|>Alice Earhart book of bad juju Alice nodded and led the way.She had purposely chosen the 'jumping on rooftops' route as it would take a longer time to get to the site. She would get there faster on the ground since she was familiar with the roads and knew certain short cuts. However, she wanted to talk to Violetta and Alice knew once the both of them reached the site, Violetta would be too busy snooping around to have a decent talk. The talk they had before could not be considered as one since it was more like a showdown with words which could have escalated to fight. While still jumping and running along the building rooftops, Alice turned to the blonde girl. "So...what's your story, Violetta? Why are you with the Authority and a magical girl?" It was just a simple question to start the conversation. Eventually, Alice would ask Violetta a question related to her true goal of co-existence. She needed to see if the other girl would at least open up a little so she could guess where she stood. If Violetta was opposed to the idea of co-existing with the normals, then Alice would have to decide to finish her off or not at the lab. However, Alice would rather not resort to that. "Sorry, if I suddenly asked. It's just been a while since I met another magical girl....you know...yeah."</s>	<\|message\|>Violetta FitzCarraldo. (Veee oh-let-ter, not Vayyy-oh-let-ter. She gets annoyed if you mispronounce it.) Half a dozen alarm bells went off in Violetta's head as the other girl chose that moment on the rooftops to start a conversation. It would've been so much easier to use the streets, where the wind didn't get in your ears and make you miss half the conversation. Why had she decided to talk then? Was this a trap? There was no real way out of it, she realized, without talking about herself. And she wanted to avoid that at all costs, but the alternative was offending a teenage girl whose petty doubts and worries were amplified with alien science from the far future. Whatever happened wouldn't be solved with a heart-to-heart on the opposite sides of a bathroom stall, not here. But between the devil and the deep blue sea, the only real option she had was to be as vague as possible. She stepped on an old brick chimmeny, on the face of it to gather her thoughts, and pushed away again. "My parents died when I was pretty young, around when I contracted." That seemed vague enough. No reason to tell her the whole truth, after all. "And they always said I had relatives in Germany. After that, I just kinda tried to find myself, y'know?" With any luck, she didn't. "And then I got something useful where I can be ignored 'till I fall into despair." She paused, circling an old antenna dish, and went on. "What about you, mystery girl? You haven't even told me who you are. The authority might even have a file on you."</s>
<\|description\|>Violetta FitzCarraldo. (Veee oh-let-ter, not Vayyy-oh-let-ter. She gets annoyed if you mispronounce it.) As posted in the OoC. Age: 16 Gender: Girl. Appearance: Violeta is tall, blonde, with amber eyes. Personality: People who don't know Violetta very well think she's an idiot. She's loud, obnoxious, petty, and a pain to tolerate and put up with. People who know her think she's a genius. She's got a way with words, and is capable of rallying platoons and battalions of adolescent teenage girls into an almost suicidal frenzy with a few well-chosen words and her natural presence, despite her thick latin accent. Several of those in her confidance are convinced that she's the real reason why the small rural state neighbouring Aurora had lasted as long as it did, despite never being a major player in politics nor economy. She leans somewhat towards Libertarian views, believing in the freedom of everyone and anyone to do what they feel is right or moral or good in their own eyes, until it harms someone else. She's a strong believer in the idea of a nation being a union of like-minded people in order to throw their combined weight around. People close enough to see the pores in her face think she's insane. Bio: Violetta was born in what used to be Argentina, to a folk singer couple who played mostly to small art-house venues. She grew up in a decent part of the world, not entirely rich but never all that poor, either. Both her parents died after a misunderstanding with a guitar case at an airport escalated, and she contracted soon afterwards and left town, heading north. She arrived in Germany, to what might have once been called her ancestral home in the rhineland, and quickly began throwing her weight around as a military girl and a leader of women, setting up a rigorous, almost military force to defend their small rural town from witches and their ilk, foreign magical girls. Always under a quickly rotating political and economic leader, of course. Nobody trusts the fox to hand out the chickens. That little community burnt out and died after a ferocious witch attack decimated the forces under her command and in the ensuing chaos she left the town quietly and set out for the big city. From what she heard, the place collapsed not long after. Allegiance: Whoever pays more, would be her reply. She's currently under Aurora City control, as a lowly officer of what passes for law. Skills: Charisma, and a keen eye for mass encounters and strategy. Weapons: Apart from a small packet of chewables, she goes in with the clothes she's wearing. Other: Theme. Gave up smoking a while ago since it was hampering her. She's trying to take up chewing tobacco, but shops in the area are few and far between, so she's almost constantly curling her fists, unconsciously. Magical Girl Section: Magical Girl Appearance: Violeta's uniform resembles a turn-of-the-century army dress uniform, decorated with a small personal motif. Wish: To never again have to rely on anything else, to do whatever she wants to do. Weapons: The weapon she possesses is a large, bulky, almost oversized flame-thrower. Unlike the sleek refinement of most magical weapons, This resembles little more then a pipe sticking out of a scrapped molten bicycle she carries over her arm. What it lacks in looks it makes up for in sheer area denial, capable of creating walls and rivers of burning melty death with a few quick strokes. The machine consumes much in the way of both magical energy and oxygen, and can be hard to maintain for long. Powers: Control over unnatural material: Iron and steel bends at her touch, Plastic bends and cracks, Pistols jam and misfire, and edged weapons blunt. Organic matter, and items of a magical nature are completely out of her reach, but she doesn't see that as too much of a problem since they burn rather nicely. Violetta keeps her stranger powers at arms length (Not literally, the power works on contact), preferring to leave them on out of habit but has never seriously dedicated much effort in learning their finer skills.</s> <\|message\|>Maria Goethe Algorithm "Indeed she has," Maria answered with certainty. "But soon she will pay for her crimes, and we will start an eternal age of prosperity." She landed back on her wheelchair. "But I can't do it without you, Eponine. Aurora needs us. The world needs us." She held her hand towards her. "Take my hand, and let's make our dream come true."</s> <\|message\|>Alice Earhart book of bad juju A vague answer...well that is to be expected. No way she was going to give one whole sob story of her life to someone she just met and did not trust. When Violetta asked the question back at her, Alice did not give her an immediate answer. I still have not given her name...and I intend to keep it that way. I don't doubt the Authority may have a file on me even though I'm the type who do not really stand out since I usually would corner a target alone and kill her without anybody witnessing the deed. Its best if I give her false information since if they really do have a file on me, they may trace any living relatives I may have. Since, I am not with the Authority, they may force me to join them using those relatives as hostages. Even if I am in the Authority, I would have follow the rules they set. They was no way I was going to follow those rules or becoming some other magical girl's dog like this girl. Alice stopped running, placing her hands behind her and turned to Violetta with a sad smile on her face. Well at least I should tell her some kind of sad story...and hopefully she would be satisfied with it. "Me? There is nothing special about me really. I'm just an orphan trying to survive in this new world. My whole family died due to an accident when I was young and left me all alone. I have been wandering around doing my own thing ever since." Alice then looked over at the dull horizon of the industrial sector. She did not want to ask the question so soon but it would better if she just get it out of the way. She wanted to know where Violetta stood in all this. The other girl may be from the Authority but also must have her own opinions. Alice then turned back to Violetta still having a sad expression on her face. "Say...Violetta, what do you think of the state of Aurora right now?"</s> <\|message\|>Violetta FitzCarraldo. (Veee oh-let-ter, not Vayyy-oh-let-ter. She gets annoyed if you mispronounce it.) Violetta's eyes narrowed, trying to pick at the story for any glimmer of the truth. Special? That was self-depreciation, but it was an interesting choice of words. She thought herself as "Special", that might be important enough to keep in mind later. She was an orphan. Well, who wasn't, in this day and age? Her parents died in an accident, slightly suspicious but not worth investigating over. She'd paused before giving her vague story. Almost as if she was going to before something stopped her. So, not good at the lying game. That line didn't sound prepared, either. If she had a lie prepared, it would've sounded like it came from a cue card, not from the heart, like this. The girl just sounded like there were things in her life she didn't want brought up. So, what could she draw from that? This girl was simple, kept to herself and was clever enough not to let things slip. That meant she was hiding something, and was taking waaay too much care not to let it slip. She thought herself God's Gift to something, but to what? The state? Did she fancy herself queen? Actually, that wasn't all too bad an idea. Now she came to think about it, the girl definately had a smidge of the local accent about her. She smiled, just for a moment, and lept off another building. Bingo. "The state? Personally i'll be happy once we give it back it's proper name of Germany. Why, what about you?"</s> <\|message\|>Alice Earhart book of bad juju Alice just stared at Violetta for a moment then she chuckled. "Personally, I find Aurora a much nicer name. Germany sounds dull by comparison now." That was the truth. Alice found the name indeed much nicer to hear and say but nothing about the country resembles one. The country just was not fit for such a name which was used for a beautiful phenomenon akin to a spectacular light show. However, that was not the issue here and not the answer Alice was expecting from Violetta. Maybe she did not understand my question.Is she really fine with the current state of affairs with the Authority and resistance fighting each other daily? Is she fine with the magical girls fighting with each other even over petty things? Or is she the type not to think too much and just follow orders from the top? Is she really okay with that? Alice leapt off the building and stopped again. "Chaotic..." Alice needed to be careful not to be too antagonistic to the Authority or revealed her desire for co-existence. "Witches and petty territorial disputes are bad enough. Moreover, we have two sides fighting for god know's how long. Things don't seem to be changing any time soon. If only someone would just step up and do something..." Alice realized what she was just saying and stopped herself. She quickly turned to Violetta and started to panic like a teenage girl who just revealed some dirty secret. "I-its not like I want to be that 'someone'. I mean, I'm just one of the people caught up in all this like many others and just wished someone would just save us. I just want some peace..." A tear trickled down Alice's cheek. She just partly talked with her heart after all. She quickly wiped the tear and laughed. "Hehe...silly me. I don't know why I'm talking to you about this. We should continue on...we are almost there." Alice did not realize she would actually cry. She only meant to come off to Violetta as a friendly magical girl who was not an enemy. I really suck at this...I really hope Violetta does not start to prepare to take me down...</s> <\|message\|>Violetta FitzCarraldo. (Veee oh-let-ter, not Vayyy-oh-let-ter. She gets annoyed if you mispronounce it.) Violetta glared. Behind her eyes, a thousand voices clamoured out in sheer mindless rage, and they were all her voice, and they were buzzing like a swarm of bees. "Traitor!" called out one. "Liar!" said another. "Theif! Infidel! Pre-cinder! Degenerate! HUMAN ROAST!" She reined it in, trying not to let her emotions get the better of her. She could burn the lying twisty purple fiend into a pile of ash somewhere where she wouldn't be a problem, like in this lab she was meant to investigate. Or something. It was getting hard to think, with all the little bits of yourself that usually did the thinking screaming bloody murder. It was worse, because she agreed with them. Labs! Think about labs. White coats. Chemicals. Test tubes. Acids that would tear faces away as little girls screamed in terror, curling up into balls like cockroaches leaving nothing behind but wisps of white smoke and a convenient little grief seed she could suck the soul out of. Violetta tried her best to stay calm as she jumped from parapet to parapet, but surely her companion must've noticed something by now? No, it seemed like she was still talking. Violetta just managed to hide her true feelings as she turned and flapped on about something relatively unimportant, in her eyes. She nodded, and tried to seem empathic, even making a half-hearted "There there" as the tears began to flow. Not that a german-hating fiend like the girl in mauve had any real feelings, Violetta privately observed, but it was good to keep up appearances. Thank god she hadn't asked her a question, otherwise she'd looked like a real fool. But the girl seemed to have just told her some mundane secret about herself. It couldnt've been too important, and anyway, the dead didn't tell tales.</s> <\|message\|>Alice Earhart book of bad juju Whether it was her being paranoid or not, Alice felt she needed to be extremely careful with Violetta. She was risking herself when she had said what she did a moment ago. If Violetta was indeed the Authority's loyal dog, then Alice would be in big trouble once she led the other girl to the lab location. However, Alice made sure to keep calm as she had an alternative plan if something did go wrong. If that plan failed, then she would have to prepare to face Violetta...and maybe a large group of her allies. Alice stopped talking and led Violetta. Eventually, she had reached the location of the lab she found. She had indeed stumbled on the abandoned lab by accident however she had guessed that it was something important and the Authority would come to investigate. That was the reason why she had drawn a circle which was not too big nor too small around the hole she had fallen into. The circle drawn was hardly visibly since it had been a few days however Alice knew it was enough to activate her cage spell just in case. All she needed was for Violetta to go into the circle. However, Violetta had no idea that she had already blocked the hole with huge rocks thus a person could not just simply fall into the hole. They need to blast their way through to enter. If the lab was in terrible condition, it would just cave in leading it troublesome to clear the rubble and investigate. Alice was not going to let the Authority get a one-up with Shadow Compact. Same could be said if it were the other way around. Alice walked over into the circle boundary and motioned Violetta to follow her. "The entrance is here...don't tell me why its underground. I covered it back so nobody else would find it since it looked super important." It was now or never...</s>	<\|message\|>Violetta FitzCarraldo. (Veee oh-let-ter, not Vayyy-oh-let-ter. She gets annoyed if you mispronounce it.) The girl brought her into a neighbourhood where the building didn't reach much higher then ground level. Terraced houses and squarish soulless buildings lined the streets, and both of them skipped past brick chimneys and tiled roofs to get to their final destination. The building itself was... Non-existent. It looked like a billion other buildings in this area, all corrugated iron and and 50's concrete. The only distinguishing feature it had was the hole in the roof, with the boulders this girl had obviously put down. Violetta landed on the edge of the roof, and brought out her flame machine. The air around her arm went all greasy and slick with magical energy, and then the magical weapon appeared, all around her arm like a metal glove. She gave it an experimental squeeze. The liquid shot out, easily reaching inside the circle and setting lichen on fire. She frowned, and using her free hand, patted around for her soul gem. It was black. Violetta grimaced for a moment, and fished in a pocket for a grief seed, picking it up in the same hand she held the gem in. She felt her soul getting purified, like a large weight around your neck being suddenly lifted, and the fire grow larger and hotter in return. She stepped into the little circle on the ground, barely even registering it, and pointed the nozzle at the rocks and debris in the hole. She briefly thought about turning her nozzle to the side, and hitting the purple traitor with her fire. It would've been so cleansing, to remove the dirty rotten pieces of driftwood this city needed to become a pure and righteous place again, to take out the trash left behind and carry on with her plan to make this city great. She finally gave in to the temptation, twisting her hand those few degrees to the side and dousing the poor girl in magical napalm. She'd never admit this later, but she laughed.</s>
<\|description\|>Violetta FitzCarraldo. (Veee oh-let-ter, not Vayyy-oh-let-ter. She gets annoyed if you mispronounce it.) As posted in the OoC. Age: 16 Gender: Girl. Appearance: Violeta is tall, blonde, with amber eyes. Personality: People who don't know Violetta very well think she's an idiot. She's loud, obnoxious, petty, and a pain to tolerate and put up with. People who know her think she's a genius. She's got a way with words, and is capable of rallying platoons and battalions of adolescent teenage girls into an almost suicidal frenzy with a few well-chosen words and her natural presence, despite her thick latin accent. Several of those in her confidance are convinced that she's the real reason why the small rural state neighbouring Aurora had lasted as long as it did, despite never being a major player in politics nor economy. She leans somewhat towards Libertarian views, believing in the freedom of everyone and anyone to do what they feel is right or moral or good in their own eyes, until it harms someone else. She's a strong believer in the idea of a nation being a union of like-minded people in order to throw their combined weight around. People close enough to see the pores in her face think she's insane. Bio: Violetta was born in what used to be Argentina, to a folk singer couple who played mostly to small art-house venues. She grew up in a decent part of the world, not entirely rich but never all that poor, either. Both her parents died after a misunderstanding with a guitar case at an airport escalated, and she contracted soon afterwards and left town, heading north. She arrived in Germany, to what might have once been called her ancestral home in the rhineland, and quickly began throwing her weight around as a military girl and a leader of women, setting up a rigorous, almost military force to defend their small rural town from witches and their ilk, foreign magical girls. Always under a quickly rotating political and economic leader, of course. Nobody trusts the fox to hand out the chickens. That little community burnt out and died after a ferocious witch attack decimated the forces under her command and in the ensuing chaos she left the town quietly and set out for the big city. From what she heard, the place collapsed not long after. Allegiance: Whoever pays more, would be her reply. She's currently under Aurora City control, as a lowly officer of what passes for law. Skills: Charisma, and a keen eye for mass encounters and strategy. Weapons: Apart from a small packet of chewables, she goes in with the clothes she's wearing. Other: Theme. Gave up smoking a while ago since it was hampering her. She's trying to take up chewing tobacco, but shops in the area are few and far between, so she's almost constantly curling her fists, unconsciously. Magical Girl Section: Magical Girl Appearance: Violeta's uniform resembles a turn-of-the-century army dress uniform, decorated with a small personal motif. Wish: To never again have to rely on anything else, to do whatever she wants to do. Weapons: The weapon she possesses is a large, bulky, almost oversized flame-thrower. Unlike the sleek refinement of most magical weapons, This resembles little more then a pipe sticking out of a scrapped molten bicycle she carries over her arm. What it lacks in looks it makes up for in sheer area denial, capable of creating walls and rivers of burning melty death with a few quick strokes. The machine consumes much in the way of both magical energy and oxygen, and can be hard to maintain for long. Powers: Control over unnatural material: Iron and steel bends at her touch, Plastic bends and cracks, Pistols jam and misfire, and edged weapons blunt. Organic matter, and items of a magical nature are completely out of her reach, but she doesn't see that as too much of a problem since they burn rather nicely. Violetta keeps her stranger powers at arms length (Not literally, the power works on contact), preferring to leave them on out of habit but has never seriously dedicated much effort in learning their finer skills.</s> <\|message\|>Maria Goethe Maria was amused by the nervousness of the guards, and rightly so. An occasional trick or two is good for keeping appearances, not letting even close servants forget their inferiority. Maria was glad to see Caroline was punctual as always, and returned her greeting in customary manner. She gently placed the crates down, and followed after Caroline, rolling into the elevator once prompted. It wasn't that uncommon for Alexandra to want a quick report, since it was convenient to do so as part of the tax delivery, though more serious discussions about Aurora were made during conferences, where more Nobles were attending. Maria had absolutely no reason to decline, even if she was going to meet the very person she was later going to usurp the throne from eye-to-eye. Regular commoners may have enjoyed small talk when going up such a long way, but the both of them knew they were far above such impolite nonsense. Maria spent the time quietly listening to the almost silent humming of the elevator as it rose up.</s> <\|message\|>Eponine Hassane Eponine had half-expected to land on the tiny ice planetoid, and that the witch would come hovering over the horizon to attack her, so she was slightly surprised to have actually broken through the surface, though she did manage to land on her feet and activate her shield right before making impact with the far side of the inner wall of the ice sphere. When the witch launched icicles at her, Eponine reactively enabled her shield to shrug off the projectiles, feeling her magic drop for each icicle that bounced off of her. She looked up expectantly, waiting for Violetta to jump down, melt a hole through the ice ball and join her in her fight against the witch. It took a moment before it dawned on Eponine that Violetta may not be joining her as soon as she liked, and standing there looking upwards only made Eponine an easy target for the hostile magical abomination directly above her. Dodging another flurry of icicles, Eponine summoned a second hammer and began spinning in place like a top, her arms outstretched, swing the hammers. After gaining enough rotational inertia, she tilted her spin slightly and launched one, and then the other hammer at the witch, hoping to do some damage. Before the hammers hit, Eponine summoned another hammer and prepared for a retaliation from Byrea.</s> <\|message\|>Violetta FitzCarraldo. (Veee oh-let-ter, not Vayyy-oh-let-ter. She gets annoyed if you mispronounce it.) Violetta glanced up from her packet of chewing tobacco, and glared. Her gaze was met by two blankly soulless coal eyes inset roughly halfway up a small sphere of snow that, in spite of gravity, was perched on the end of the crystalline twig. The thing slid towards her, slowly. It took a moment for her to properly understand how the snowman had skewered itself onto the trees branches. They were learning. Obviously, too many familliars had fallen into the sky for her to keep on doing that forever. Violetta tried not to feel a little impressed at that feat of reasoning and just melted the thing in a puff of liquid burning.. The earmuffs twirled in the breeze as they fell away, before the fire burned even that. Still, lesson learned. Don't mess about in a witch's labyrinth, because it's not a circus. Tall imposing carnival folk with masks and alibis and a desire to take young girls somewhere where their parents would never find them were the least threatening thing here. Violetta tried to supress that little memory and stood up, pocketing the wad of tobacco. She bounded down to the ice sphere, and landed softly on the thing close to the man-sized hole her comrade-in-arms had left in it. No reason to bother her now, she'd probably just get in the way. She glanced up, trying to fight the nausea of vertigo, and scanned the trees for any flash of purple in the white snow, while also keeping half an eye out any of those new snowman familiars.</s> <\|message\|>Alexandra Hertz The doors slid shut with both Maria and Caroline inside, and the elevator began it's rather rapid ascent. It was smooth nonetheless, and quet, since neither of them seemed willing or eager to engage in idle chit chat. There was certainly nothing wrong with that, Caroline devoted to her job and her guest undoubtedly planning what she was going to report to her superior. This sort of thing was done often, to aid Alexandra in keeping a firmer hold on the city, and it did not seem a habit she would stop soon. The elevator arrived with a 'ding', and Caroline stepped out, leading the way to where Alexandra awaited in continued silence. Stepping in front of the wooden door, she opened it, allowing Maria to enter, before going through herself. Beyond was an executive office, though whether it had served that purpose originally was anyone's guess. It offered a good look of the city from the windows, and a desk sat at one end, with papers, boos, and the other affairs of business. There was a more cordial atmosphere, less iron and authoritative, but still set up to remind you that the person behind the desk was in charge. Alexandra sat at the desk, wearing a pleasant, business minded smile as Caroline moved off to a corner, silently observing in case she needed to intervene. "Hello Maria," she began. "A pleasure as always. I hear things have been busy in your territory recently." Best to get the rumors and such out of the way first. --- Algorithm Byrea cried as she took the two hammer hits, smashing through ice pathways as she was knocked backwards. Her recovery was quick though, the broken ice already reforming itself into new pathways, new routes for her opponent to take if she wanted to try and get in close. There were no real signs of visible damage yet, but those were sure to come in time. And indeed a response came, jagged shards of ice flying once more down at her to either shatter or impale themselves, whether it be in the ice she stood on, her shield, or her own body. The Witch swooped amidst the orb of it's own making, disturbing chilled air as the fight continued. Eponine was going to have to do more damage if she wanted to turn this in her favor. --- book of bad juju@TrixyTrix The hole that Violetta stood by, created by her companion, had sealed up with new ice, and the ice she stood on creaked distressingly as well, whether it be a result of her weight, or the heat she gave off. Staying for too long in one place here would most likely result in her falling through to join Eponine, as the sound of fighting emanated from within the sphere. There was no sign of purple yet, as she looked, but the new snowmen Familiars would soon approach, cresting the horizon of the sphere as the weaker snow bunnies hopped along with them. It seemed that they were not about to give up on her, much as she might want to avoid fighting. Being this close to the Witch probably didn't help either. Still, things could be worse.</s> <\|message\|>Maria Goethe Maria came closer until she deemed she was in a respectable distance to Alexandra's office, and then made a bow as a formal greeting. She then spoke with an air of grace and humbleness: "Your Highness, I am at your service." "They have been, Your Grace. There was a disturbance caused by a rogue magical girl, but my knights had it immediately taken care of." Maria didn't enjoy truckling to Alexandra, but she played her part like the talented actor she was. She knew not to let her true intentions come to light before their time, and none of it showed in her face; she has been honing her poker face for years, and nothing would sway her at this point. She was like a shark, staying deep under the water while she stalked her floating prey, before she would finally reveal themselves to the hapless victim. But for now, Maria would submit.</s> <\|message\|>Eponine Hassane Eponine looked upwards again, hoping Violetta would join her, but her anticipation was not answered. Eponine noted the slight damage her thrown hammers had done, which was somewhat expected. She swatted away two incoming icicles with her hammer, and activated her shield to defend from the rest. Eponine decided she needed to gain some height and started running along the ice columns interspersed within the sphere. She moved with more confidence and recklessness, since a mistake would only drop her to the bottom of the ball, instead of plummeting into the sky eternally. She also couldn't afford to be as slow as she was in the inverted trees or else the witch would be able to get some good hits on her, and Eponine was already feeling her soul gem darken from continued activation of her shield. As she tried to reach higher ground, Eponine tried to be smarter about avoiding the witch's icicle attacks, by hiding behind columns and dodging rather than relying too heavily on her shield. Once she was directly above the witch, she jumped down at it feet first, making her hammers longer and their heads bigger. She held her arms out horizontally, and once she was about to hit the witch, swung her hammers downward so that each hammerhead would connect at the same time her feet struck the closest thing that could resemble the witch's head. In this moment where her feet and the hammerheads impacted simultaneously, she activated her shield's rejection ability, multiplying the force of the impact. While her feet transferred force down vertically on the witch's head, the hammers, which swung in opposite arcs, dealt force horizontally, but on both sides of the witch's head, creating a three-way crushing force. Eponine bent her knees, crouching on top of the witch and surveyed the damage. If Byrea was about to retaliate, Eponine was already crouched and ready to leap off the witch at a moment's notice. If the witch was stunned, but not yet defeated, Eponine would press the offensive.</s>	<\|message\|>Violetta FitzCarraldo. (Veee oh-let-ter, not Vayyy-oh-let-ter. She gets annoyed if you mispronounce it.) Nothing. Nothing there, either. Violetta paced, boots crunching against the ice, her gaze locked on the upside down horizon as her eyes scanned the thing. But all that served to do was to distract her from the snowman sneaking up on her, who managed to get close enough to sink his teeth into her arm. Unfortunately, the thing didn't seem to be bright enough to realize what happens when you puncture high-pressure canisters. She yelped as the bottom row of teeth dug into the unguarded back of her arm and dismissed the weapon. It vanished into sparkles, but the damage had been done already. The black tar-like substance burst out of where the weapon used to be, soaking into the thing's skin and making it look like it had bitten into an oil pipe. She couldn't set the snowman on fire, now. it'd take up the ball with them. Violetta took hopping steps back, reforming the flamethrower around her left hand. She scrabbled at the leathery belt buckles holding it in place, and finally managed to detach it from her hand, and grabbed the iron tube with both hand. She swung. A head-sized snowball landed some two feet away and rolled, leaving the ice and snow smeared with black. Not, admittedly the best melee weapon. She didn't need to do melee, she had other people to do that. Speaking of, where were they? She'd been in here long enough, what was taking the Valkyries so long?</s>
<\|description\|>Alice Earhart Age: 15 Gender: Female Appearance Personality: A girl who is very open-minded and fair. Initially, a girl who was filled with hatred and bend on revenge, she went back to her old self after a fateful encounter. Alice was a kind girl who disliked pointless violence, brutality and inequality among people which is why she is disgusted with the current situation in Aurora City. Despite supporting peace and co-existence, Alice is no public speaker and is a poor diplomat leading her to resort to actions she justifies as necessary. When passing judgement (aka killing), Alice usually does it swiftly if she believes her target to be too dangerous to be alive any longer. She rarely smiles and always has a cold calm expression on her face when transformed. When in civilian form, she is a little more relaxed and carefree but not much of a difference. After her recent heroic breakdown, she becomes a little crazy and tends to laugh when seeing her target in despair/pain. She will also get a thrill in battle when her target tries to run away however she remains her calm self when facing a tough opponent. Bio: Alice was just a normal girl till her whole family were killed in a battle between Shadow Compact and the magical girls.She was 14 then and it was only a year later that a Kyubey found her and asked whether she wanted to make a wish. Then, Alice was struggling just to survive. She had no home and no family. Magical Girls hunt her down for being normal and the normal people just cared about themselves. Moreover, Shadow Compact members had almost found her a couple of times but she managed to evade them. There was no way she would join them as she did not want to be any part of the conflict. She began to ramble to herself about wanting peace back and the conflict to end. The Kyubey then told her to wish that. However, Alice was worried about what will occur if she ever made such a wish. She had some knowledge of how the wish works and knowing it had no bounds made her afraid. She also knew of the existence of witches and them being former magical girls which was why she was hesitating for so long to the point the Kyubey left. Alice pondered about it and it was then she met a member of Serenity by sheer coincidence. Their mission of co-existence and equality became her inspiration and she made a wish to the Kyubey, who had returned. After becoming a magical girl, Alice tried to promote peace discreetly but saw nobody keen on the idea. She tried and tried till she realized diplomacy was not the only way. In every peaceful community, there will always be people having to do dirty work behind the scenes. Eventually, Alice's idea of a peaceful co-existence is when all the weeds (aka stubborn people) are killed. She tainted the soul gems of magical girls to claim grief seeds and also harshly treated the normal people to get her point across. While others aware of her actions saw it being harsh and sometimes brutal, Alice herself does not see it that way as she believed what she was doing was for the future peace. Due to her actions, she has somewhat of a 'friendly' relationship with the Incubators since she delivered them quite a number of grief seeds. Allegiance: She serves no one but is an 'ally' of the Incubators. Skills: Capable hand-to-hand fighter, able to fully utilize her powers well and expert survival skills. Weapons: None Other: Just a reminder, Alice is slightly mentally unstable at times. If conversed properly, she will join Serenity. She may join Aurora Authority or Shadow Compact depending on who talks to her. She will not join Trinity. Magical Girl Section: Magical Girl Appearance: Wish: The power to make co-existence a reality (her wish was granted but she was given power to make it by forceful means) Weapons: Alice has a size-changing scythe which she can recall to her if its away from her. Powers: Magical Energy Manipulation 1)Magic Zapz Cage: Alice needs to draw a circle on the ground and lure her target in. She will have to aim her scythe at her target from above and shout "Close!" for the cage to activate and the bigger the cage, the more magic need to maintain. The cage saps away the captive's strength & a magical girl's magic powers. Alice will usually proceed to torture the captive with her scythe. 2)Mind Reading: Alice needs to be focused and standing still in order to use it. 3)Healing Factor 4)Energy Manipulation Magic: Basically Alice can conjure anything within her power out of magic energy to use offensively such as magic energy balls that explode on impact, magic beams, magic spears,etc. She can also energized her scythe with magic energy to be sharper and durable.</s> <\|message\|>Alice Earhart book of bad juju Whether it was her being paranoid or not, Alice felt she needed to be extremely careful with Violetta. She was risking herself when she had said what she did a moment ago. If Violetta was indeed the Authority's loyal dog, then Alice would be in big trouble once she led the other girl to the lab location. However, Alice made sure to keep calm as she had an alternative plan if something did go wrong. If that plan failed, then she would have to prepare to face Violetta...and maybe a large group of her allies. Alice stopped talking and led Violetta. Eventually, she had reached the location of the lab she found. She had indeed stumbled on the abandoned lab by accident however she had guessed that it was something important and the Authority would come to investigate. That was the reason why she had drawn a circle which was not too big nor too small around the hole she had fallen into. The circle drawn was hardly visibly since it had been a few days however Alice knew it was enough to activate her cage spell just in case. All she needed was for Violetta to go into the circle. However, Violetta had no idea that she had already blocked the hole with huge rocks thus a person could not just simply fall into the hole. They need to blast their way through to enter. If the lab was in terrible condition, it would just cave in leading it troublesome to clear the rubble and investigate. Alice was not going to let the Authority get a one-up with Shadow Compact. Same could be said if it were the other way around. Alice walked over into the circle boundary and motioned Violetta to follow her. "The entrance is here...don't tell me why its underground. I covered it back so nobody else would find it since it looked super important." It was now or never...</s> <\|message\|>Violetta FitzCarraldo. (Veee oh-let-ter, not Vayyy-oh-let-ter. She gets annoyed if you mispronounce it.) The girl brought her into a neighbourhood where the building didn't reach much higher then ground level. Terraced houses and squarish soulless buildings lined the streets, and both of them skipped past brick chimneys and tiled roofs to get to their final destination. The building itself was... Non-existent. It looked like a billion other buildings in this area, all corrugated iron and and 50's concrete. The only distinguishing feature it had was the hole in the roof, with the boulders this girl had obviously put down. Violetta landed on the edge of the roof, and brought out her flame machine. The air around her arm went all greasy and slick with magical energy, and then the magical weapon appeared, all around her arm like a metal glove. She gave it an experimental squeeze. The liquid shot out, easily reaching inside the circle and setting lichen on fire. She frowned, and using her free hand, patted around for her soul gem. It was black. Violetta grimaced for a moment, and fished in a pocket for a grief seed, picking it up in the same hand she held the gem in. She felt her soul getting purified, like a large weight around your neck being suddenly lifted, and the fire grow larger and hotter in return. She stepped into the little circle on the ground, barely even registering it, and pointed the nozzle at the rocks and debris in the hole. She briefly thought about turning her nozzle to the side, and hitting the purple traitor with her fire. It would've been so cleansing, to remove the dirty rotten pieces of driftwood this city needed to become a pure and righteous place again, to take out the trash left behind and carry on with her plan to make this city great. She finally gave in to the temptation, twisting her hand those few degrees to the side and dousing the poor girl in magical napalm. She'd never admit this later, but she laughed.</s> <\|message\|>Eponine Hassane Eponine thought about what would happen if she walked this path with Maria. She imagined the lives shattered by the destruction and chaos that would come. She imagined having to fight against magical girls that she had fought alongside in the past. But then she thought of rows of soldiers, marching neatly; magical girls lined up at attention, under one banner. People's lives, regulated to minimize both hope and despair to prevent unwanted contracts; witches dispatched in a precise and surgical way, more like an industrial farm than a hunt. Could all this be possible? But what wasn't possible, if only a magical girl could dream big enough? Since becoming a knight of Aurora, Eponine had stopped dreaming, and suffered the same slow death as the city. But Maria...she never stopped dreaming, she had the will to make it work. "I will follow you my lady," Eponine said, "and I renew my pledge of loyalty to you, and you only." She took Maria's hand and first touched it to her own forehead, and then brought it to her lips in a medieval gesture.</s> <\|message\|>Alice Earhart book of bad juju Alice had wondered what was taking Violetta so long to get over where she was. She noticed the other girl readying the contraption and it somehow spewed flames. Alice was on guard despite believing Violetta had taken out that weapon of hers to clear the debris and enter the lab. It was a good thing she was, the next thing she knew Violetta aimed the weapon of hers and fired it at her. Alice managed to block some of the magical flames by using her own magic to shield herself with her arms but she did not escape unscathed. She could feel her arms were burnt but not too badly. Alice looked over at her soul gem and saw it was still pure. She still had a spare grief seed she had kept for emergencies. Alice just had a calm expression on her face when Violetta started laughing. "Do we really have to fight, Violetta? Here I thought we were getting along." Despite Violetta's current extreme hostility towards her, Alice stood her ground in trying to solve it peacefully. She needed to be firm with herself and not give in to her battle urges. "I just want us to talk and get to understand each other. That was why I decided to help you. For you to attack me, you have probably classified me as an enemy of the Authority but am I YOUR enemy? Are you really just some dog of the Authority? Are you fine with following orders blindly? Just what in the world do you believe in?" After that speech made from her frustration and sense of helplessness, Alice steeled herself for battle but she still did not arm herself with her scythe. She must know what drove Violetta before deciding if she was really an enemy of hers. If she was, she would not hold back...at all. Alice looked straight at Violetta's eyes. She would not turn away.</s> <\|message\|>Violetta FitzCarraldo. (Veee oh-let-ter, not Vayyy-oh-let-ter. She gets annoyed if you mispronounce it.) "Do we really have to-" began the other girl, before she was interrupted. Violetta had closed the gap, her legs hammering repeatedly against the rooftops. She punched up, her fire machine an extension of her arm. She barely had time to squeeze the trigger as she aimed and fired it at point blank at her stomach. If she missed, she'd try to hit her with her spare hand, still holding onto her gem and seed. Either way, Violetta was still being carried by her momentum and largely overshot, her momentum bringing her in a practically straight line to the building opposite the street. She broke through the wall, but landed against the second wall inside feet first. Her legs, coiling like a spring under her, would've broken if they'd been all entirely normal. She pushed off, coming back again at roughly the same height, and squeezed the trigger again, wrapping herself in a large bright ball of incandescense, which was screaming as it sucked in oxygen out of the air, heading right for the girl. The seed in her off hand reached it's limit and kept going, practically feasting on her despaor.</s>	<\|message\|>Alice Earhart Before Alice could even try to talk her way out of fighting Violetta, the other girl had managed to get very close to her. Alice gasped and realized things were getting worst. Violetta squeezed the trigger and Alice this time felt the full force of the attack which sent her flying to the next building. Is there really no other way? Do we really have to fight? Seeing Violetta rushing towards her, Alice knew she had to make a decision fast. The other girl did not seem to be acting rationally. She just keeps rushing ahead like some kind of berserker's rage. If that were the case, Alice knew words could not possibly end this fight. She heard a crash and realized Violetta was closing in. Alice did several back-flips to get some distance from the other girl and proceeded to channel magic energy at her right hand. There was no other way...she had no choice. Alice noticed a grief seed and soul gem in Violetta's free hand. The grief seed seems to be at its limit.This is bad. If the fight continues... "Violetta!!! Please calm down! At this rate, you will-" The other girl did not seem to hear Alice's pleas and seemed ready to fire her weapon and the magical power seemed to be stronger and dangerous. Alice channel even more magical energy, now to both of her hands which made her whole body being engulfed by purple light. The magical energy formed into a ball-like form and Alice quickly placed both hands together. She quickly fired the magical beam attack to repel Violetta's own. Hopefully...this results in some explosion and I can escape. Pushing her further would not benefit me...nor Violetta.</s>
<\|description\|>Alice Earhart Age: 15 Gender: Female Appearance Personality: A girl who is very open-minded and fair. Initially, a girl who was filled with hatred and bend on revenge, she went back to her old self after a fateful encounter. Alice was a kind girl who disliked pointless violence, brutality and inequality among people which is why she is disgusted with the current situation in Aurora City. Despite supporting peace and co-existence, Alice is no public speaker and is a poor diplomat leading her to resort to actions she justifies as necessary. When passing judgement (aka killing), Alice usually does it swiftly if she believes her target to be too dangerous to be alive any longer. She rarely smiles and always has a cold calm expression on her face when transformed. When in civilian form, she is a little more relaxed and carefree but not much of a difference. After her recent heroic breakdown, she becomes a little crazy and tends to laugh when seeing her target in despair/pain. She will also get a thrill in battle when her target tries to run away however she remains her calm self when facing a tough opponent. Bio: Alice was just a normal girl till her whole family were killed in a battle between Shadow Compact and the magical girls.She was 14 then and it was only a year later that a Kyubey found her and asked whether she wanted to make a wish. Then, Alice was struggling just to survive. She had no home and no family. Magical Girls hunt her down for being normal and the normal people just cared about themselves. Moreover, Shadow Compact members had almost found her a couple of times but she managed to evade them. There was no way she would join them as she did not want to be any part of the conflict. She began to ramble to herself about wanting peace back and the conflict to end. The Kyubey then told her to wish that. However, Alice was worried about what will occur if she ever made such a wish. She had some knowledge of how the wish works and knowing it had no bounds made her afraid. She also knew of the existence of witches and them being former magical girls which was why she was hesitating for so long to the point the Kyubey left. Alice pondered about it and it was then she met a member of Serenity by sheer coincidence. Their mission of co-existence and equality became her inspiration and she made a wish to the Kyubey, who had returned. After becoming a magical girl, Alice tried to promote peace discreetly but saw nobody keen on the idea. She tried and tried till she realized diplomacy was not the only way. In every peaceful community, there will always be people having to do dirty work behind the scenes. Eventually, Alice's idea of a peaceful co-existence is when all the weeds (aka stubborn people) are killed. She tainted the soul gems of magical girls to claim grief seeds and also harshly treated the normal people to get her point across. While others aware of her actions saw it being harsh and sometimes brutal, Alice herself does not see it that way as she believed what she was doing was for the future peace. Due to her actions, she has somewhat of a 'friendly' relationship with the Incubators since she delivered them quite a number of grief seeds. Allegiance: She serves no one but is an 'ally' of the Incubators. Skills: Capable hand-to-hand fighter, able to fully utilize her powers well and expert survival skills. Weapons: None Other: Just a reminder, Alice is slightly mentally unstable at times. If conversed properly, she will join Serenity. She may join Aurora Authority or Shadow Compact depending on who talks to her. She will not join Trinity. Magical Girl Section: Magical Girl Appearance: Wish: The power to make co-existence a reality (her wish was granted but she was given power to make it by forceful means) Weapons: Alice has a size-changing scythe which she can recall to her if its away from her. Powers: Magical Energy Manipulation 1)Magic Zapz Cage: Alice needs to draw a circle on the ground and lure her target in. She will have to aim her scythe at her target from above and shout "Close!" for the cage to activate and the bigger the cage, the more magic need to maintain. The cage saps away the captive's strength & a magical girl's magic powers. Alice will usually proceed to torture the captive with her scythe. 2)Mind Reading: Alice needs to be focused and standing still in order to use it. 3)Healing Factor 4)Energy Manipulation Magic: Basically Alice can conjure anything within her power out of magic energy to use offensively such as magic energy balls that explode on impact, magic beams, magic spears,etc. She can also energized her scythe with magic energy to be sharper and durable.</s> <\|message\|>Fantine Hassane Fantine was a bit taken aback by Maria's question. Recruiting (sort of) Chloe was something Maria probably could be proud of, but Fantine didn't see that keeping Eponine's loyalty was something Maria should gloat about. If anything, Maria should be showing relief at having kept Eponine's loyalty, and maybe even a little shaken that she had risked losing it in the first place, but the way Maria asked this question implied that she felt neither. Of course, Fantine chose to indulge Maria's question, "If I were to guess, I think you're happy because you managed to make that other magical girl join you." Fantine chose to leave Eponine out of her response. She hadn't seen her sister so emotional for a long time, and didn't like how it seemed that Maria was taking such a powerful and shaking moment for Eponine and chalking it up as another 'achievement'. Though perhaps Fantine was misreading Maria's demeanor; Maria's response may reveal something else.</s> <\|message\|>Maria Goethe "Yes, that is correct. Truth be told, I was worried there for a minute, since there were factors into the rogue even I could not foresee. But that is in the past, and I'd rather look forwards to the future." She paused for a bit, and then leaned on the arms of her wheelchair with her elbows, her fingers clasped under her chin. Her eyes looked misty. "I'm also happy your sister understood me, despite having kept this from her. She is one of the few people I would never want to turn against me; what remains of my heart would be broken even further."</s> <\|message\|>Alexandra Hertz Algorithm The Witches Barrier stretched out before her, a snowy wonderland with glittering, icy trees that lined the sides of snow covered paths. Behind the winter wonderland one could see the hint of industry, the smokestacks on the horizon pumping out snow, and the bricks that popped up occasionally. A Barrier was the mix of a Witches nature, as well as the location it was in, and that was easy to determine now. But at this point it probably didn't matter to Eponine. At this point there were no Familiars, though doubtlessly she would find them further inside. They were naturally less prevalent towards the edges, especially if it was a newly formed Witch. She would have more of a problem with the environment itself, patches of ice beneath the snow, the light hiding steep drops and dead ends. Even her sense of direction would be affected, the land itself shifting around her, a winter wonderland thrown into mind boggling maze that she would have to traverse to the center of the barrier, or to wherever Violetta might be. And it wasn't as if the other girl was helping in that regard. She'd just have to do the best she could before things got worse in here.</s> <\|message\|>Eponine Hassane Because Maria showed weakness by saying that her heart would break if Eponine turned against her, Fantine reassessed how she viewed Maria. "I'm sure that in the beginning, Eponine served you only so she could protect me. I think I can say with confidence that that is no longer the case. Despite the walls she puts up around her, Eponine cares for you too. The two of us will never leave your side." --- If Violetta was in here as Eponine surmised, then the best way to find her was to head for the center. Eponine looked down as a slight jab of terror flashed through her. She had no idea what would happen if she lost her footing and fell into the sky, but just thinking about it made it difficult just to keep balance. Heights were not Eponine's strong point; her preferred method of fighting was being completely grounded and using her stability to her advantage. She was also not so good when it came to mobility, jumping from upside-down tree branch to upside-down tree branch would be a difficult chore requiring more magic than most other magical girls needed to use for such a feat. Eponine started dashing forward, taking careful jumps, trying not to be too wasteful of her magic, though she slipped a few times and used a bit of magic to give herself the little boost she needed to make it to the next branch. Eponine hoped she could make it to the buildings where she could at least stand on the ceiling before being assaulted by familiars.</s> <\|message\|>Maria Goethe Maria levitated a cup to her hand. "Thank you. It has been a long time since I've heard those words. They remind me of him..." Maria lapsed into a memory. It was a time when she was wandering the streets with Klaus. Despite having turned into one of the magi, the hated empresses of this world, he was still there, by her side. He wanted to protect her from all the violence and death that would inevitably follow the life of one touched by the Incubators. But I was wrong. I was the one who should have been protecting him. She remembered the day she found him, mangled and broken, his limbs twisted and blood flowing from his mouth like a stream. The horrors she faced at the orphanage were nothing compared to the suffering she felt at that exact moment, the moment where she realized there was no innocence left in the world, no hope for any happiness as long as people were free to do evil. She decided she would be above it all, above the pain, above the grief. Before she realized it, Maria crushed the cup in her hand, causing bloody shards to drop down on the floor. She now looked at her crimson palm pierced by ceramic barbs, her eyes quivering, not out of physical pain, but the pain her memories brought her. The hand was slowly regenerating due to her magical curse, but the shards stayed stuck to her hand, like they were naturally jutting out in a gross fashion out of her flesh. "Fantine, do you see what this is?" She showed her bloody hand to her. She wanted her to see what it was like to be cursed with magic, to understand that it was not pure magic, but corruption that flowed through their veins.</s> <\|message\|>Eponine Hassane "I understand, Lady Maria," Fantine said, while looking at Maria's bloody hand. "Eponine has also warned me against contracting, though sometimes I wish I could share your burdens. But that would only make Eponine worry even more." --- While Eponine was jumping branch to branch, one icy branch broke under her weight. As she fell, she hooked one end of her hammer onto a branch to catch herself, fortunately, though the branch strained, it did not break. Eponine watched as the branch that had broken continued to crash downwards into the infinite sky, as the terror of falling forever seized her. She shakily puled herself back up, using a bit of magic to compensate for upper body strength that she did not have. Once secure on the branch, she took a few breaths to steady herself. In this slow, dangerous manner, Eponine finally made it to one of the factories that spewed out endless streams of smoke that turned into snow that fell upwards. The branch she was on was close enough to a window of the factory, so she threw a hammer through it, creating a loud noise as glass shattered into the factory. Without thinking, she threw herself through the open window, glad to finally have something stable to stand on, though her jump was less than spot on, as her arm slid against a broken shard of window pane, and the ceiling of the factory was a lot further from the window than she thought. She plummeted down and landed hard on the ceiling. Things in her body felt horribly wrong, slight pain mixed with the memory of more intense pain she could no longer feel stabbed through her as she got back to her feet, shambling forward for a few moments like a zombie until she fell back to the ground. Even though her magic was defensive and even though she could not feel pain, it didn't mean that she didn't sustain damage normally, nor did it mean that she healed any faster than other magical girls. She lay there for a while contemplating her stupidity, as she healed. However now that she was closer to the center, there was a pretty high likelihood that she would be running into familiars, or even the witch itself fairly soon. She hoped her bones had knit by then.</s> <\|message\|>Maria Goethe "And for a good reason," Maria said as she used her magic to rip the shards off and reopened her wounds, causing a bit of blood to sprinkle on the two of them. Maria didn't flinch, and continued without hesitation: "The path of a magical girl is filled with nothing but despair. Only those with a strong will last for long once changed by the Incubators, and even then they would have to survive the numerous witches and other magi that they will inevitably meet in battle. But here you are safe, free from the fires of war. The moment you contract you will lose that freedom forever. Remember that," Maria said, before she left the dining hall and went to clean herself up.</s>	<\|message\|>Alice Earhart Alice knew she screwed up when it suddenly snowed. She looked at her surroundings to see glass trees and forests of ice. Alice sighed realizing she was in a witch's labyrinth probably due to the grief seed Violetta had on her. She wondered if the other girl was around though it was highly likely. There was no way she could have gotten away. Well...what should I do if I did run into her in here? Alice wondered if Violetta would actually think about working together in this particular situation. Alice noticed she was standing on quite a thin branch and it looked just about to drop. She jumped to a branch that looked bigger and stable. There was no way she was going to find out what was at the bottom of the labyrinth...if there even was a bottom. It was then she realized the labyrinth seemed upside-down and wondered what kind of witch was in store for her in the labyrinth. Violetta aside...the most important thing I need to do is locate the witch, defeat her and then get out before Violetta can start round two. There was no way I was going to have another fight with her so soon. I don't see any familiars around...maybe its due to the labyrinth being new. Alice decided to locate the witch and finish it off as soon as possible. If Violetta shows up, she would worry about it when the time comes. Alice then proceeded to the centre of the labyrinth. It has not been long since her last witch extermination and Alice wondered what kind of girl whose conjure such a labyrinth. She wondered if the girl was killed by Violetta...if that were the case, Alice shook her head. She needed to focus on getting out. "This has started to be quite an eventful day...hopefully, there are no more surprises after this..."</s>
<\|description\|>Yume Fubuki Age: 14 Gender: Female (Can pass for ambiguous when in her normal state) Appearance: Personality: Yume is calm and logical to an extent that may seem cold to others. However, when it is in her ability to be kind and benevolent, she is without hesitation. She is especially caring towards inexperienced magical girls, and wishes no real harm upon anyone. Yume is sorrowful about the eventual fate of magical girls, but has no doubt that it is unavoidable and dismisses any decision made for the sake of passion. She is somewhat a hypocrite, for when someone who she cares for is threatened, she protects them fiercely. Bio: Yume had an easier life than most magical girls. An only child of two well-off and loving parents, there wasn't much she would sell her soul for. This changed, however, after her mother was discovered to have Fibrodysplasia Ossificans Progressiva, a rare genetic disorder that slowly and painfully killed her. The day after her mother's funeral, a then eleven year old Yume was offered a contract in exchange for a single wish. Without hesitation, she accepted a destiny fighting witches in exchange for her mother's life. Had she been older and wiser, she would have realized that bringing her mother back from the dead would not reverse her condition. Yume soon saw the suffering she had inflicted on her mother, who was once again doomed to die in constant agony, and ended her mother's life with the blade of her own axe. She was forced to cut down her own father as well, after he went insane from the grief of losing his wife for a second time. Yume became a full time witch hunter after this, and serves every whim of the incubators. She has accepted the balance of despair and hope as a needed force to maintain the universe, and bases many of her actions on what will support it. Allegiance: Yume is loyal to the will of the incubators, but will form allegiances with other magical girls when necessary, and occasionally will take on an "apprentice" of sorts. Skills: Yume is incredibly skilled with her axe as a result of her years of experience. While she is not very physically strong, she is very fast and agile, and is a strategic thinker. When trying to be charming, Yume can be exceedingly persuasive. Weapons: As a magical girl, Yume rarely uses "normal" weapons, but carries a few switchblades for the sake of caution. Other: Yume has an intense dislike for men, especially adults. She also considers herself a vigilante, and will slay evil humans as well as witches. Magical Girl Section: Magical Girl Appearance: Wish: "I wish for my mother to come back to life." Weapons: Yume's main weapon is a large and ornate battle axe, which is chrome in color. Her weapon stems from her idea that destruction is necessary for advance and construction, much in the way that a tree must be chopped down with an axe for a house to be built. She can also summon small throwing axes to use as deadly projectiles. Powers: Because of the way her wish brought back the dead, Yume uses Life Magic. However, she cannot bring people back to life completely healed. Her abilities allow her to only bring back the recent dead, and they can only reverse the effect of the killing blow, so any long term damage, such as cancer, would be unaffected.</s> <\|message\|>Chloe Hartmann Chloe had to think for a moment on her own intentions. "Straight into the hornet's nest, huh..." She wasn't totally set on fighting with this unknown magi, though it seemed that her prospective opponent wanted a fight, or was looking for an excuse. Maybe Chloe was just projecting. In the end, she fell back on the logic that had kept her from death or corruption: What would be the most entertaining option? "Ah, so you saw that little bit of work, did you? You guys really do have eyes and ears everywhere... Well, it was made to be found, so I'm happy it could serve its purpose. Glad you liked it. Yeah, I made that 'effigy' as you call it. And... yeah, I'm on my own. Too much responsibility otherwise, y'know? Too much stress. Surely you know what I mean." Chloe was beating around the bush, trying to get a rise out of Eponine, who, while it seemed as though she should be smoldering, seemed to have something of a stone visage. This was entertaining for the carefree girl, though it was possible she was pushing her luck just a little too far in front of this stranger she had never met. "Right... Anyway, you say your owner wants to talk to me? How unusual. I suppose it wouldn't do for you to go against orders, huh? Yeah, I'll come with. Lead on, though forgive me if I stay transformed. I don't really have any reason to trust you or any number of armed goons you might have waiting in the bleachers. Name's Chloe, by the way. Chloe Hartmann. Don't bother with a background check. I bet you won't find that name in any databases these days. The poor and the downtrodden are so often overlooked by those in power."</s> <\|message\|>Violetta FitzCarraldo. (Veee oh-let-ter, not Vayyy-oh-let-ter. She gets annoyed if you mispronounce it.) Violetta took the low streets, jogging through underpasses and skipping part public parks. The early morning dark before dawn was sufficient to hide her, she didn't need to be picked out by Shadow Compact searcher lights. The fact thqt Shadow Compact searcher lights weren't actually a thing never crossed her mind as she casually vaulted over a criss-cross of metal and wire that might've once been a fence and landed cleanly on the other side. She found herself in an industrial part of town, full of humans, and chose that moment to slow down, taking in deep draughts of smoke. A thought crossed her mind. She cupped her hands and breathed into them, and was rewarded with a tiny cloud of smog circling her hands. She grinned. Of course, there was no reason this wouldn't work. Humans had put so much coal and grit and smog into the air, but she'd never thought that it'd be affected by her strange superpower as well as more mundane stuff, like steel bars and the like. She set off again, the thin wisps of smoke clinging to her like an evening dress. She stopped when her phone rang, though. It was Adrian. The girl had been found, and she'd gone quietly. All units were to report back to their stations, and carry on their respective duties. He hadn't even said sorry. Violetta sighed, taking out her frustration on a parked car. It left a dent, but didn't make her feel any better. Maybe she was just cranky because she hadn't used a seed in a while. Whatever it was, she turned around and headed back home, barely even noticing the magical girl genocidist purifying her gem on the other corner.</s> <\|message\|>Alexandra Hertz Kyubey nodded, shifting so he could look at the map that she brought up, at the same time that she could. For the moment he refrained from hopping onto her wheelchair, since that would most likely have posed significant health hazards. And while death was only an annoyance, it was a general waste of time that could be better spent dealing with the matter at hand. Once she had the map in a place where he could see it, he gestured towards it with a nod. The disturbances we noticed in the cities general magical field seemed to be coming from the cities industrial sector, he informed her. That would narrow down the search area, if a little, but it also made things more complicated at the same time. Mostly because it was a location not inside her fief. And yet that didn't seem to matter to Kyubey at the same time. That should be enough information for you to begin. Certainly any sort of magic based experiments would be difficult to hide, so Maria could probably use some of her contacts to start looking at some suspects. Unless there's something else you'd like to know? --- Alexandra sat quietly as Kolya went about describing the state of affairs that he had to inform her of. The first was not a surprise, since it was something she had heard about earlier, though she hadn't had to deal with it herself. But something like this would be her particular province, unless she chose to delegate it to one of her underlings. "I'll look into it," she replied as she took the forms, placing them off to the side so she could read them once this meeting was over. The news from the Goethe estate was interesting but of no concern, since they seemed to have the matter in hand, and her time ass too important to waste on a single disturbance. Of more concern was the last matter he had for her, but as Kolya spoke, Alexandra remained relaxed. A light smile graced her lips as she glanced over at Caroline, before turning her attention back to the man before her. "I don't think that will be necessary," she said once he had finished. "We don't know what their intentions are, and while they may be planning something, a pre emptive strike will most assuredly incite a war. As things stand now, Elysium would be honor bound to come to our aid if the UN attacked. We aren't some collapsing state they can throw to the dogs, not if they want to be taken seriously." Managing Elysium could be a pain. But so long as she kept Aurora peaceful and strong, she could count on their support. And hopefully that would be convincing enough for Kolya --- Algorithm @Krauxis "Got it boss," Adrian replied once Eponine had finished issuing her instructions. He relaxed a little as he walked away, leaving the two magical girls to themselves and whatever Maria had planned for the rogue. Once out of sight, he called the other search teams, calling them off. The border would resume it's old activity, a promise of the situation handled to anyone who had noticed the unusual behavior. Now it would be for Eponine to handle, and it would be up to her and Chloe to decide whether this would end in a fight, or if they would instead travel to the Goethe estate without further issue, especially from the guards who would recognize their superior and let her and her guest through without issue.</s> <\|message\|>Maria Goethe "No, that's just what I needed!" She said with a smile as bright as the sun. "Thank you Kyubey!" She leaned over to the white creature and attempted to pet it. Figures they would hide in the industrial sector. Dora sure is sloppy for letting this slip by her, that dumb blonde. Well, it's all the more reason for me to rearrange the pecking order once I'm in charge, and she's gonna be demoted to a Squire. I don't have time to deal with it myself, but if I remember correctly, she should be having her patrol right in that section... Maria then signed out of the computer and took out her cellphone. She flipped it open with a much more rigid gesture than you would have assumed by her happy disposition, and picked out a number. She spoke to the phone with calm authority. "Violetta? Yes, this is Maria. I've been informed that there's been sightings of illegal magical research at the industrial sector. Conduct an investigation and apprehend the people behind this activity. Once you're done report back to me."</s> <\|message\|>Eponine Hassane During the conversation, Eponine felt a bit twitchy, ready to activate her force field should Chloe make any sudden moves. It actually flickered on and off a few times, though it wasn't visible. Though Eponine understood what Chloe meant by responsibilities, she felt that being part of a system was actually more liberating; she didn't have to think for herself or make her own decisions. Eponine saw the concept of freedom as a trap, and Chloe as one who was foolish enough to fall for it. Eponine was surprised Chloe would come so easily. "I expected you would," Eponine said, referring to Chloe's decision to stay in her magical girl state, "and I hope you won't mind if I do the same." "Chloe Hartmann? I'll remember it," Eponine said as she pulled her hammer out of the ground and leaned it over her shoulder, as she thought about Chloe's statement about the poor. She considered her own past and how she gained power. She thought about the advantages of being among the anonymous masses, letting fate and the greater powers dictate one's life. How satisfied one would be if one simply accepted their position. And if one was not satisfied, there were methods to follow, there was service to be rendered, in order to rise in the ranks. Outside of the system, nothing was guaranteed, there were no steps to follow, and one was forced to live with one's self and one's own decisions, a thought that terrified Eponine for some reason. Eponine decided to not speak to Chloe. Eponine headed back towards the border where her jeep waited, expecting Chloe to follow. She got on and ordered, "Take us back to Lady Maria's estate."</s>	<\|message\|>Yume Fubuki Yume gently touched the grief seed to her soul gem, watching it funnel away the black substance that had tainted the grey-pink color. "Sorry, friend." she thought, blinking back budding tears. "Don't you dare cry." she scolded herself. This is how it always turns out, how it has to be. Without this sacrifice, the world, no, everything, would fall apart. She knew that before she took them on and became their sister in heroics, and she'd promised herself not to let her feelings get in the way of the greater good. But still...she couldn't stop thinking about them. This grief seed in particular had once been the soul gem of a girl very close to her heart, someone who'd trusted and looked up to her. "Why?! Why you too?! I could have helped you, why did you fall into despair?!" she screamed, holding the grief seed painfully tight. "Where are you, you damn rodent. I want to know what happened." Yume hissed, starting to feel her anger fade and be replaced by coldness.</s>
<\|description\|>Yume Fubuki Age: 14 Gender: Female (Can pass for ambiguous when in her normal state) Appearance: Personality: Yume is calm and logical to an extent that may seem cold to others. However, when it is in her ability to be kind and benevolent, she is without hesitation. She is especially caring towards inexperienced magical girls, and wishes no real harm upon anyone. Yume is sorrowful about the eventual fate of magical girls, but has no doubt that it is unavoidable and dismisses any decision made for the sake of passion. She is somewhat a hypocrite, for when someone who she cares for is threatened, she protects them fiercely. Bio: Yume had an easier life than most magical girls. An only child of two well-off and loving parents, there wasn't much she would sell her soul for. This changed, however, after her mother was discovered to have Fibrodysplasia Ossificans Progressiva, a rare genetic disorder that slowly and painfully killed her. The day after her mother's funeral, a then eleven year old Yume was offered a contract in exchange for a single wish. Without hesitation, she accepted a destiny fighting witches in exchange for her mother's life. Had she been older and wiser, she would have realized that bringing her mother back from the dead would not reverse her condition. Yume soon saw the suffering she had inflicted on her mother, who was once again doomed to die in constant agony, and ended her mother's life with the blade of her own axe. She was forced to cut down her own father as well, after he went insane from the grief of losing his wife for a second time. Yume became a full time witch hunter after this, and serves every whim of the incubators. She has accepted the balance of despair and hope as a needed force to maintain the universe, and bases many of her actions on what will support it. Allegiance: Yume is loyal to the will of the incubators, but will form allegiances with other magical girls when necessary, and occasionally will take on an "apprentice" of sorts. Skills: Yume is incredibly skilled with her axe as a result of her years of experience. While she is not very physically strong, she is very fast and agile, and is a strategic thinker. When trying to be charming, Yume can be exceedingly persuasive. Weapons: As a magical girl, Yume rarely uses "normal" weapons, but carries a few switchblades for the sake of caution. Other: Yume has an intense dislike for men, especially adults. She also considers herself a vigilante, and will slay evil humans as well as witches. Magical Girl Section: Magical Girl Appearance: Wish: "I wish for my mother to come back to life." Weapons: Yume's main weapon is a large and ornate battle axe, which is chrome in color. Her weapon stems from her idea that destruction is necessary for advance and construction, much in the way that a tree must be chopped down with an axe for a house to be built. She can also summon small throwing axes to use as deadly projectiles. Powers: Because of the way her wish brought back the dead, Yume uses Life Magic. However, she cannot bring people back to life completely healed. Her abilities allow her to only bring back the recent dead, and they can only reverse the effect of the killing blow, so any long term damage, such as cancer, would be unaffected.</s> <\|message\|>Alice Earhart Alice sweat-dropped and she could feel the hostility coming from the girl named Violetta. Moreover, it was only now that Alice noticed the other girl had some kind of weird contraption with her. Some kind of weapon...maybe it will be hard to keep this peaceful. Alice wondered if she had been too hasty in transforming. It was like an invitation for a fight when its between magical girls...and Alice quite enjoyed those fights as she had fun 'playing' with her opponents. She shook her head as her 'crazy side' almost came out. Alice knew just by looking at her that Violetta was not like the small fries she had faced. She needed to keep calm. Alice crossed her arms and pretended to think about it. "Labs? The only things I know are the numerous factories and plants you see all around the sector. Much of the noise they make sure sound like explosions to me. If you are looking for meth, I could probably find you a place they sell for cheap though I would have to bust them up since the stuff is bad, hahahaha!" After she finished laughing at her own joke, Alice continued. "So how about it? If you want some meth, I can find some for you." She said that with a smile on her face however her right hand is already grasping her small scythe necklace preparing for battle. I can just lead her to the lab...but leading her while fighting will be more fun...and I want to talk to a member of the Authority anyway and also, I want to see her abilities and that weapon of hers...</s> <\|message\|>Chloe Hartmann So is this your true form, then, Maria Goethe? Or is there something deeper still? "'Fraid you've made two mistakes, Lady. The first is assuming I care about what happens to the Compact. No sense hiding it if you already know, we have a relationship of mutual manipulation. I use them because I can't be everywhere at once, and I like the way they operate, and they use me because the strength of a magical girl is no joke, as I'm sure you know. "The second mistake is appealing to my sense of justice. I couldn't give less of a damn if the city descends into anarchy and becomes the territory of witches. Every damned human here could die for all I care. They're all garbage to begin with. You, your political struggle, the state of Aurora, Incubators, the 'law,' all of it can crumble. Me, all I want is to have fun." She took a moment to take another sip of milk, seeming oblivious to the dark aura that had engulfed the room. The balance of power had shifted dramatically, but it wasn't like Chloe was out of bargaining chips either. "I don't like being threatened, though I can't say I didn't see it coming. I'll take your threat as fair play. The truth is," Chloe continued as she stood out of her chair. Sitting was awkward for her when she was transformed, and standing just felt a little more natural. "I just want what's best for me, see. I won't ever be loyal to you, because I... I just can't. I'm not loyal to the Compact, or to Aurora or anybody but myself. That said, you," she said as she pointed to Maria, before shifting her hand and gaze to where Eponine was sitting, seeming a bit shaken by the ordeal, "and you. You're fun. It seems like interesting stuff might happen around you. And one day, if I go along with this charade, I might get to fight you guys fair. Maybe even kill you. I wouldn't be bored for like a week if that happens. Or maybe I'll die. Won't ever be bored again that way either." This was a lot of talking, more than Chloe was used to doing all at once, though it was her own fault for her rambling way of speaking to others, she knew. "So... fine. Because it's interesting, I'll let you use me in whatever game you have concocted. But I won't... can't promise loyalty. I might kill you one day. Or smash up your house. Or even betray you. There's just no other option for me. You've gotta take it or leave it, Lady. But it might do you some good to discuss that with your subordinates, they might be a bit restless with the idea."</s> <\|message\|>Violetta FitzCarraldo. (Veee oh-let-ter, not Vayyy-oh-let-ter. She gets annoyed if you mispronounce it.) The street instantly grew a few degrees colder, and Violetta tilted her head, curiously. Factories, as far as she she understood the term, were big houses to store even bigger machines in. Most of them should've been abandoned a long time ago as the raw materials that had to be supplied to them ran out. Unless there were such a thing as magical girl truckers, shipping and handling precious goods between places so the humans didn't whinge so much about not being fed all the time, but that seemed ridiculous to her. So who or what was exploding the factories? Magical girl fights? She brushed those thoughts aside, dismissing them as unimportant. This girl got on her nerves, and she could tell the reverse was true, too. She was cocky, loud, and shifted her weight between her feet like she was ready to break into irish dance at any moment. Or maybe she really was ready to fight. Vi shifted her weight, and gripped at the metal rod of her flamethrower like a drawn sword. The small light at the end flicked on, and danced in the early morning chill. From a quick glance at it, Violetta read a wind speed barely over a knot. That meant lighter winds, maybe some three or four knots, the higher you rose, and with a ranged weapon like hers, wind speeds mattered. She was still wrapped in her smoke coccoon, which was still a plus. And there was a seed in her pocket, all that was left of Michelle "Cirno" McCarthy, that was still another advantage "Nah, but thanks for the offer." She began, acting like they weren't each doing the magical girl equivalent of the showdown at high noon. "Tried it once, and it just makes you feel like you're controlling your body with a marionette. It's awful. But boss' orders are to shut it down, so i've got to do my duty like a good little government lapdog. Así es la vida."</s> <\|message\|>Maria Goethe Though Maria didn't show it on the outside, she was furious. She was outraged at the insolence of the rogue for completely defying her threats on Shadow Compact and her life and talking back to her with reckless abandon, but more than that, she was angry at herself for making a mistake like she said. It never occurred to me that a Shadow Compact agent wouldn't have any loyalty to them. Or a sense of justice for that matter. How could I have been so blind? Maria's rage started to take the forms of fantasies: they were about dragging her to the basement and torturing her, making her slowly bleed until the floor pooled with her blood. However, she managed to take a hold of herself once she remembered that she was actually willing to co-operate in a certain fashion, and Maria had a policy of not turning down the help of useful people, as loathsome as they could be. There was also the fact that Maria finally had a means of communication with Shadow Compact that was unknown to the rest of the Authority, which meant she now had as good chance as ever of actually achieving her objectives. Still, she couldn't believe how little value the rogue placed on her own life or the life of anyone else, and wondered for a moment if she was actually a witch in human form, so alien did her thinking seem to her. After a moment of sitting silent and staring at the rogue like an overweight man would look at a plate of salad, she finally spoke, in a low voice: "Take these." She called Fantine over and had her deliver two items to Chloe: a flash drive and a cellphone. She explained the items: "The cellphone is in case I need to contact you or Shadow Compact. It only has my number listed, but you can call other numbers with it too. The second item is a flash drive: it contains important data on all the territories and personnel of Aurora City with the exception of mine or my people. It also has a list of weak points: buildings, locations and the like. Attacking these weak points is sure to destabilize the government and loosen Alexandra's grip over the city. Shadow Compact would sacrifice several magical girls to get their hands on that, so treat it with care." She paused for a moment, and then said: "In return, I only ask for one thing: the name of the one who would stand up to me without fear."</s> <\|message\|>Eponine Hassane When Chloe stood up, Eponine did the same, wordlessly grabbing her hammer in preparation for a surprise attack from Chloe. All this talk of rebellion confused Eponine, and not only was tension rising between Chloe and Maria while they negotiated, Eponine felt an increased tension between herself and Maria. But when Chloe told Maria to 'discuss her plans with her restless subordinates', Eponine retorted, falling back to her default thinking, "How dare you question my loyalty to Lady Maria?!" For Eponine, it was more of an emotional release; it was so much simpler to not have to think, to fall back on habit, on programmed behavior. Of course, Eponine would have to ask Maria about it later, but for now, Eponine took comfort in her zealotry, solidarity, loyalty, ignorance, and blindness. Fantine did as commanded, while Eponine shifted from foot to foot nervously until Fantine was a good distance from Chloe. Eponine worried now more than before since Maria was actually sharing vital information with an unstable deviant, but resolved to hold her tongue until after Chloe had left. When Maria asked Chloe for her name, Eponine stared at Chloe with a look of judgment, mixed in with a slight smugness. Of course, Eponine already knew Chloe's name since she ahd told her, but Eponine wanted Chloe to say it herself as Maria had ordered. For Chloe to tell Maria to ask Eponine to tell her her name would be an act of incredible insolence that Eponine was not going to tolerate. She gripped her hammer tightly, waiting for Chloe to make that mistake and give Eponine a justifiable reason to smear her bloody corpse-paste along the estate grounds.</s>	<\|message\|>Yume Fubuki At the Incubator's response, Yume felt her anger be snuffed out by shame. "You are correct. Forgive my childish temper." She now spoke quietly, shifting back into her normal form. Betraying her lingering feelings, she let out a small sigh and tucked her platinum hair up under a baseball cap. This coupled with a regular shirt and pants made her appear a young boy, something that freed her from any suspicions of being magical girl when it be dangerous to be one. That's just how she liked it. "Fly under the radar and no one will hassle you." was her continual motto. It could be dangerous for a rogue like herself in this world of nobles and their subordinates, and she had no intention of making her situation worse, what with the whole "despair" thing and all. "I'm honestly surprised to have gotten a response out of you, Kyubey." she said breezily. "Which makes me regret having wasted your time." As she started off, however, someone caught her eye. A man. Sneaking glances at her. She shuddered and turned toward him, maintaining a good distance so as not to appear threatening. "May I help you?" She asked politely.</s>
<\|description\|>Yume Fubuki Age: 14 Gender: Female (Can pass for ambiguous when in her normal state) Appearance: Personality: Yume is calm and logical to an extent that may seem cold to others. However, when it is in her ability to be kind and benevolent, she is without hesitation. She is especially caring towards inexperienced magical girls, and wishes no real harm upon anyone. Yume is sorrowful about the eventual fate of magical girls, but has no doubt that it is unavoidable and dismisses any decision made for the sake of passion. She is somewhat a hypocrite, for when someone who she cares for is threatened, she protects them fiercely. Bio: Yume had an easier life than most magical girls. An only child of two well-off and loving parents, there wasn't much she would sell her soul for. This changed, however, after her mother was discovered to have Fibrodysplasia Ossificans Progressiva, a rare genetic disorder that slowly and painfully killed her. The day after her mother's funeral, a then eleven year old Yume was offered a contract in exchange for a single wish. Without hesitation, she accepted a destiny fighting witches in exchange for her mother's life. Had she been older and wiser, she would have realized that bringing her mother back from the dead would not reverse her condition. Yume soon saw the suffering she had inflicted on her mother, who was once again doomed to die in constant agony, and ended her mother's life with the blade of her own axe. She was forced to cut down her own father as well, after he went insane from the grief of losing his wife for a second time. Yume became a full time witch hunter after this, and serves every whim of the incubators. She has accepted the balance of despair and hope as a needed force to maintain the universe, and bases many of her actions on what will support it. Allegiance: Yume is loyal to the will of the incubators, but will form allegiances with other magical girls when necessary, and occasionally will take on an "apprentice" of sorts. Skills: Yume is incredibly skilled with her axe as a result of her years of experience. While she is not very physically strong, she is very fast and agile, and is a strategic thinker. When trying to be charming, Yume can be exceedingly persuasive. Weapons: As a magical girl, Yume rarely uses "normal" weapons, but carries a few switchblades for the sake of caution. Other: Yume has an intense dislike for men, especially adults. She also considers herself a vigilante, and will slay evil humans as well as witches. Magical Girl Section: Magical Girl Appearance: Wish: "I wish for my mother to come back to life." Weapons: Yume's main weapon is a large and ornate battle axe, which is chrome in color. Her weapon stems from her idea that destruction is necessary for advance and construction, much in the way that a tree must be chopped down with an axe for a house to be built. She can also summon small throwing axes to use as deadly projectiles. Powers: Because of the way her wish brought back the dead, Yume uses Life Magic. However, she cannot bring people back to life completely healed. Her abilities allow her to only bring back the recent dead, and they can only reverse the effect of the killing blow, so any long term damage, such as cancer, would be unaffected.</s> <\|message\|>Eponine Hassane Eponine thought about what would happen if she walked this path with Maria. She imagined the lives shattered by the destruction and chaos that would come. She imagined having to fight against magical girls that she had fought alongside in the past. But then she thought of rows of soldiers, marching neatly; magical girls lined up at attention, under one banner. People's lives, regulated to minimize both hope and despair to prevent unwanted contracts; witches dispatched in a precise and surgical way, more like an industrial farm than a hunt. Could all this be possible? But what wasn't possible, if only a magical girl could dream big enough? Since becoming a knight of Aurora, Eponine had stopped dreaming, and suffered the same slow death as the city. But Maria...she never stopped dreaming, she had the will to make it work. "I will follow you my lady," Eponine said, "and I renew my pledge of loyalty to you, and you only." She took Maria's hand and first touched it to her own forehead, and then brought it to her lips in a medieval gesture.</s> <\|message\|>Alice Earhart book of bad juju Alice had wondered what was taking Violetta so long to get over where she was. She noticed the other girl readying the contraption and it somehow spewed flames. Alice was on guard despite believing Violetta had taken out that weapon of hers to clear the debris and enter the lab. It was a good thing she was, the next thing she knew Violetta aimed the weapon of hers and fired it at her. Alice managed to block some of the magical flames by using her own magic to shield herself with her arms but she did not escape unscathed. She could feel her arms were burnt but not too badly. Alice looked over at her soul gem and saw it was still pure. She still had a spare grief seed she had kept for emergencies. Alice just had a calm expression on her face when Violetta started laughing. "Do we really have to fight, Violetta? Here I thought we were getting along." Despite Violetta's current extreme hostility towards her, Alice stood her ground in trying to solve it peacefully. She needed to be firm with herself and not give in to her battle urges. "I just want us to talk and get to understand each other. That was why I decided to help you. For you to attack me, you have probably classified me as an enemy of the Authority but am I YOUR enemy? Are you really just some dog of the Authority? Are you fine with following orders blindly? Just what in the world do you believe in?" After that speech made from her frustration and sense of helplessness, Alice steeled herself for battle but she still did not arm herself with her scythe. She must know what drove Violetta before deciding if she was really an enemy of hers. If she was, she would not hold back...at all. Alice looked straight at Violetta's eyes. She would not turn away.</s> <\|message\|>Violetta FitzCarraldo. (Veee oh-let-ter, not Vayyy-oh-let-ter. She gets annoyed if you mispronounce it.) "Do we really have to-" began the other girl, before she was interrupted. Violetta had closed the gap, her legs hammering repeatedly against the rooftops. She punched up, her fire machine an extension of her arm. She barely had time to squeeze the trigger as she aimed and fired it at point blank at her stomach. If she missed, she'd try to hit her with her spare hand, still holding onto her gem and seed. Either way, Violetta was still being carried by her momentum and largely overshot, her momentum bringing her in a practically straight line to the building opposite the street. She broke through the wall, but landed against the second wall inside feet first. Her legs, coiling like a spring under her, would've broken if they'd been all entirely normal. She pushed off, coming back again at roughly the same height, and squeezed the trigger again, wrapping herself in a large bright ball of incandescense, which was screaming as it sucked in oxygen out of the air, heading right for the girl. The seed in her off hand reached it's limit and kept going, practically feasting on her despaor.</s> <\|message\|>Alice Earhart Before Alice could even try to talk her way out of fighting Violetta, the other girl had managed to get very close to her. Alice gasped and realized things were getting worst. Violetta squeezed the trigger and Alice this time felt the full force of the attack which sent her flying to the next building. Is there really no other way? Do we really have to fight? Seeing Violetta rushing towards her, Alice knew she had to make a decision fast. The other girl did not seem to be acting rationally. She just keeps rushing ahead like some kind of berserker's rage. If that were the case, Alice knew words could not possibly end this fight. She heard a crash and realized Violetta was closing in. Alice did several back-flips to get some distance from the other girl and proceeded to channel magic energy at her right hand. There was no other way...she had no choice. Alice noticed a grief seed and soul gem in Violetta's free hand. The grief seed seems to be at its limit.This is bad. If the fight continues... "Violetta!!! Please calm down! At this rate, you will-" The other girl did not seem to hear Alice's pleas and seemed ready to fire her weapon and the magical power seemed to be stronger and dangerous. Alice channel even more magical energy, now to both of her hands which made her whole body being engulfed by purple light. The magical energy formed into a ball-like form and Alice quickly placed both hands together. She quickly fired the magical beam attack to repel Violetta's own. Hopefully...this results in some explosion and I can escape. Pushing her further would not benefit me...nor Violetta.</s> <\|message\|>Violetta FitzCarraldo. (Veee oh-let-ter, not Vayyy-oh-let-ter. She gets annoyed if you mispronounce it.) It didn't. The blast of pure magical energy broke straight through the mere fire like a knife through butter and struck the girl on her side. She dropped, landing on the hard concrete and staying down. She twisted and writhed, but her leg felt broken. Violetta patted herself down, and felt it before the pain hit. There was a piece of her flesh ripped out of her hip. It went down somewhere awfully pinkish, and Vio turned her head away. She'd have to keep a low profile for a while, say, five or ten minutes for this little wound to heal itself up and she'd be right as rain. Even now, she could hear the weird rustling as the fabric knitted and wove itself back together, it wasn't even a thing. Something jumped in her hand. The one not holding the flamethrower which she'd been pointing up trying to stop the other girl from getting too close. She looked down. It was right next to her amber gem, and it was sucking out a hundred little specks of black misery out and, for want of a better word, gorging on the grief. And it was pulsing, and twisting the air around it, and struggling against her grip. She dropped her gem, picked up the seed in two fingers and threw it, in the general direction of the troublemaker, but it was far too late, the seed was already going to hatch as it flew through the air and distorted all of space and time around i- Violetta woke up, and saw a million snowflakes dancing past her eyes. She was wrapped around something, a giant tree trunk made of glass and crystal. It would've been quite pretty, if it weren't all upside down. The ceiling stayed steady as a rock while the floor stretched away to infinity, and the only thing stopping her from finding out what lay down, except by falling in and finding out. Must be a witch's labyrinth, Violetta thought. Eventually,a familiar will show up. Maybe even the witch itself. Or the girl would beat her, rip the labyrinth apart, and she'd be able to backstab her as she came out of the labyrinth. With that in mind, there was no better thing to do but stay here and out of her way. Revenge for Germany could wait. She snuggled down under her layers of clothing and glared at the light bouncing every which way.</s> <\|message\|>Maria Goethe Maria smiled, and nodded in response to Eponine's gesture. She was glad to know Eponine was behind her cause, since she was one of her most important agents. However, there was something she wanted confirmed while she was making preparations. "Good. Now, your first task is heading to the industrial sector and assisting Violetta with her investigation on a magi lab, and bringing the culprits to justice. It's been a while since she has responded back to me, and I'm worried something has happened there. I'm not going to have the risk of the city blown up in some crazy experiment ignored and ruining our plans."</s> <\|message\|>Yume Fubuki Yume watched the Incubator leave, still thinking over what it had said to her. She was so distracted that when Chloe spoke, her skin jumped. Whipping around quickly, she saw the older girl standing there. "I'm not so worried about witches." she replied, slowly taking her hands out of her pockets and letting them hang at her sides. Trying to keep her tone light and casual, she said "Is there a problem? I'm not looking for a fight, you know." Normally she wouldn't be so cautious, but something about this girl seemed...off. "You have sharp senses." she noted. "Most people can't tell that I'm a magi."</s> <\|message\|>Chloe Hartmann Shoving her hands in her pockets, Chloe gazed up at the sky innocently. "Didn't say nothing like that, ma'am, though thanks for reaffirming my belief." She let her eyes return to the girl in front of her. "I'm not exactly in the mood for a throwdown myself, but there's just certain things you can't be too careful of, you know. In my case, I've gotta watch my own back. You with the city? Or are you one of those rogues I've heard so much about these days?" Chloe kept her face totally blank of expression for the time being. She wasn't really sure why she was egging this girl on before she even knew the girl's name. Perhaps she was just more stressed out than she was willing to admit. Either way, something in her brain, her programming, was compelling her to keep speaking instead of just moving on like she would any other day.</s>	<\|message\|>Yume Fubuki Yume frowned. How could she have made an assumption like that? Things like this always seemed to happen when she was trying to stay out of trouble. "I don't know how to respond to your question. Just being careful, as you said." She spoke mostly without emotion, but a hint of humor seemed to creep its way in nevertheless. "Do you have a name, or is that classified?" As much as this other girl seemed untrustworthy, Yume still was a bit curious about her.</s>
<\|description\|>Yume Fubuki Age: 14 Gender: Female (Can pass for ambiguous when in her normal state) Appearance: Personality: Yume is calm and logical to an extent that may seem cold to others. However, when it is in her ability to be kind and benevolent, she is without hesitation. She is especially caring towards inexperienced magical girls, and wishes no real harm upon anyone. Yume is sorrowful about the eventual fate of magical girls, but has no doubt that it is unavoidable and dismisses any decision made for the sake of passion. She is somewhat a hypocrite, for when someone who she cares for is threatened, she protects them fiercely. Bio: Yume had an easier life than most magical girls. An only child of two well-off and loving parents, there wasn't much she would sell her soul for. This changed, however, after her mother was discovered to have Fibrodysplasia Ossificans Progressiva, a rare genetic disorder that slowly and painfully killed her. The day after her mother's funeral, a then eleven year old Yume was offered a contract in exchange for a single wish. Without hesitation, she accepted a destiny fighting witches in exchange for her mother's life. Had she been older and wiser, she would have realized that bringing her mother back from the dead would not reverse her condition. Yume soon saw the suffering she had inflicted on her mother, who was once again doomed to die in constant agony, and ended her mother's life with the blade of her own axe. She was forced to cut down her own father as well, after he went insane from the grief of losing his wife for a second time. Yume became a full time witch hunter after this, and serves every whim of the incubators. She has accepted the balance of despair and hope as a needed force to maintain the universe, and bases many of her actions on what will support it. Allegiance: Yume is loyal to the will of the incubators, but will form allegiances with other magical girls when necessary, and occasionally will take on an "apprentice" of sorts. Skills: Yume is incredibly skilled with her axe as a result of her years of experience. While she is not very physically strong, she is very fast and agile, and is a strategic thinker. When trying to be charming, Yume can be exceedingly persuasive. Weapons: As a magical girl, Yume rarely uses "normal" weapons, but carries a few switchblades for the sake of caution. Other: Yume has an intense dislike for men, especially adults. She also considers herself a vigilante, and will slay evil humans as well as witches. Magical Girl Section: Magical Girl Appearance: Wish: "I wish for my mother to come back to life." Weapons: Yume's main weapon is a large and ornate battle axe, which is chrome in color. Her weapon stems from her idea that destruction is necessary for advance and construction, much in the way that a tree must be chopped down with an axe for a house to be built. She can also summon small throwing axes to use as deadly projectiles. Powers: Because of the way her wish brought back the dead, Yume uses Life Magic. However, she cannot bring people back to life completely healed. Her abilities allow her to only bring back the recent dead, and they can only reverse the effect of the killing blow, so any long term damage, such as cancer, would be unaffected.</s> <\|message\|>Violetta FitzCarraldo. (Veee oh-let-ter, not Vayyy-oh-let-ter. She gets annoyed if you mispronounce it.) Halfway through her second wad of chewing tobacco, Violetta looked up and glanced around. She narrowed her eyes, and if she could've flexed her ears like a dog she would've. Something had gone crash, some distance away. In an infinitely large place of trees, the sound of glass and stone was definately an anomaly. She spat, and the black gob flew down and away into the sky, following a branch. That was new. Had that been there before? Violetta turned, trying to guess where the thing had came from. She picked herself up, and pocketed the wad of chewables, before leaping from tree to tree like she was trying to kick them down, like a manic pinball going for the highest score, all in an attempt not to fall into the abyss. It worked, and she'd covered some decent ground before she'd reached the end of the treeline. There was a building there, a brick chimney place with one conspicuous window that had been smashed open. She perched on the windowsil, and looked inside. It was her. The black bitc- The Hellhound of Aurora. The lady didn't seem to want to trust her anymore, (Not without reason, Violetta's conscious added) so she'd apparantly decided to send her pet hamster to control her. She fumed, internally, and kicked aside some of the glass still in the sil. Her shadow was blocking the light into the place. With any luck, she'd look menacing and intimidating and not as pissed off as she felt. She opened her mouth, and began talking. "Oi." She began. That seemed suitably dismissive." This is a Valkyrie operation. If you want something, go wait outside and we'll get to you when we can."</s> <\|message\|>Yume Fubuki Yume took a few steps back, slightly put off by this girl's behavior. "Well, Chloe, I don't necessarily believe in 'destiny'." she shrugged. "Although my previous experiences with other magi have given me some doubt." a slight smile appeared on her lips. "What about you, miss? Do you believe yourself, or are you just playing with me?" Her fingers twitched, ready to defend against a possible attack. Chloe didn't seem threatening at the moment, but Yume had to be prepared for anything.</s> <\|message\|>Eponine Hassane "I understand, my Lady," Fantine said and bowed slightly as Maria left. book of bad juju Eponine looked up at Violetta, and spoke, in a dry, robotic tone that sounded almost as monotonous and boring as an end-user license agreement, "I hope my presence is not taken as insult. My Lady merely lost contact with one of her operatives namely you; and as is common procedure, sent someone to investigate, namely myself. Though now that your safety has been determined, and you have also expressed confidence in completing the mission on your own, I do not wish to leave the barrier as I would personally rather not have to go through that inverted forest again, so if it's all the same to you, I will aid you in taking down this witch, which I believe is the fastest way to get us both out of this labyrinth. You can keep the grief seed, I will simply report to my Lady that you are well and in process of completing your mission." Eponine stood back up, having almost completely healed, though she did pop her neck in an unsettling manner.</s> <\|message\|>Violetta FitzCarraldo. (Veee oh-let-ter, not Vayyy-oh-let-ter. She gets annoyed if you mispronounce it.) Violetta jumped down onto the ceiling, and glared at the other girl while the bi- the Hellhound launched into her prepared shtick about what she was sent to do. She listened with half an ear, not even deigning to give the girl her full attention. The edges of the rooms were covered with work posters, half obscured with the darkness. The only real light in the room had been the hole in the window she'd freed up, filling the room with a single beam which little clouds of dust danced and made little words in the clouds. She tried to read one, but it vanished and changed as soon as she made sense of it. Witch logic. A little pop brought her attention back to the girl blending in to the darkness. She stifled a grin, trying to stop the joke about not being able to see her in the dark, and tried to keep a straight face while she briefed her. "Well, fine. Just so long as you don't try to stab me in the back. Oh, and just so you know, there's a magical girl in the labyrinth the boss wants dead. Try to take her down, silent-like, if you can. Blonde, purple dress. Should stick out like a sore thumb around these parts."</s> <\|message\|>Alexandra Hertz book of bad juju@Stern Algorithm@TrixyTrix The wait that had gone by unbidden was now over, and all those currently inside the Witches Barrier would soon notice as Familiars began to appear. They were drawn to the magical energy given off by the various girls when they were in their current form, though returning to simple human would act as a disguise. But at the same time though, it would obviously make them less able o defend themselves if they were to be attacked. White snow bunnies hopped along, almost cute if it weren't for the razor fangs and glowing red eyes. Their form seemed uncertain though, shifting and shimmering in the light, making it difficult to tell exactly where they were in this whole mess of white and ice, though not impossible by any means. So they arrived, hopping along the ceiling and moving towards the three girls that had dared to intrude, even if one of them was directly responsible for the formation of the Witch in the first place. The time to talk was over. If they wanted to survive this experience, they would have to fight. And even now, the Witch had yet to enter into her full glory.</s> <\|message\|>Eponine Hassane "Another magical girl?" Eponine asked. "I was not informed of this. My Lady said that this was simply a recon mission. Did my Lady specifically order this magical girl destroyed, or is this a result of your own judgment? Did she pose a threat to you, or is she perhaps connected to the location of interest in some way?" A rabbit familiar leapt at Eponine, who flourished her hammer and loudly pounded the familiar into a bloody pulp in the ceiling. She turned to Violetta, "Also, I don't do 'silent-like'."</s> <\|message\|>Violetta FitzCarraldo. (Veee oh-let-ter, not Vayyy-oh-let-ter. She gets annoyed if you mispronounce it.) Algorithm Was that a joke? It was so hard to tell, in the darkness. Violetta blinked, unsure of what exactly to say. Then her brain came up with something good. "She attacked an officer of Aurora City Authority." she began, gesturing vaguely to her hip. There was nothing there, between all the waiting, but it got a point across. "Assault on an officer of the ACA, Resisting Arrest, Conspiracy to Commit Criminal acts, Unauthorized Invocation of Witches..." She went on, the capital letters slotting easily into place. They had a magic all of their own. They could make you believe what you thought was wrong. She counted on her fingers, trying to sell the lie. "Attempting to deceive an ACA agent in the Execution of their Duties- these aren't petty crimes. We cannot allow such things to be done against the Lady's name, entendido?"</s> <\|message\|>Eponine Hassane Eponine did not mean her question accusatorily, she merely wished to resolve the information discrepancy. "Understood. Such a criminal should be brought down at once." Eponine sighed, she'd had enough dealing with rogues for one day. "Were you able to ascertain her affiliation, if any? You also mentioned Unauthorized Invocation, so she was responsible for this witch?" Eponine asked this just to connect the pieces, though to someone who was lying, it may have come off as if she were questioning the validity of the statement. The rabbit familiars kept coming, so Eponine assumed her default formation as frontline tank, using her powerful melee and defensive magic to stave off enemies, while allowing Violetta to do ranged area control.</s> <\|message\|>Chloe Hartmann Chloe pursed her lips, looking up in the sky with her hands in her pockets. "Destiny, huh..." It was a question she had to think about, and that made her anxious. After everything that had happened today, she had out herself in a valuable, if dangerous, position. Was that destiny? Or luck? "Nah, I suppose you're right. Destiny's just made up." The only acceptable conclusion was that Chloe reached her position through skill, intuition and hard work. Everything else was just passing the buck. "So, that brings us back to my original question. I dunno who you are, and that's dangerous. Haven't even told me your name yet, and that's just rude. I feel like you're just jerking me around. I don't like that much. Been jerked around enough today. And now I'm tired and frustrated. Need a stress relief." Chloe's sentences got shorter and more terse as she continued speaking, and her muscles tensed in her arms. It wasn't visible, but she was gripping the brass knuckles in her pockets tightly, squeezing them like a stress ball as she worked herself up. She wasn't even that angry at this stranger, but something inside her had shifted gears, putting her in 'fight mode.' "You've admitted that you're a magi, so that means you won't die if I hit you, right? Right?" With a dull flash, she pulled her hands out of her pockets, her brass knuckles turning into her signature giant magical fists, and her headphones shined with a dull light that signified their transformation as well as she changed fully into magical girl form. With her huge hands, she pointed a finger at the girl in front of her. "I'm nice enough to wait for you to transform today, so consider yourself lucky. In exchange, if I beat you, you're gonna tell me who you are... or else I'll kill you."</s> <\|message\|>Violetta FitzCarraldo. (Veee oh-let-ter, not Vayyy-oh-let-ter. She gets annoyed if you mispronounce it.) Algorithm The shifty white blob things were pouring into the building, and the conversation was cut short by the Hellhound turning and pounding a rabbit into so much veal mince. Good thing, too, because Violetta had already drawn her weapon in order to teach the annoyingly curious girl a lesson. Her little pre-act of anger was hidden in all the rush, and presumably the other girl had just assumed she'd pulled it out to fight. And all the better, because now there was a whole bunch of punching bags to take her anger out on. Humans were boring to kill. They screamed, and ran away at the slightest little burn, and the smell always made her hungry. Even witches rarely did more then sit still and throw stuff. She grinned, the fire dancing behind her eyes already, glancing around the room, and taking stock of sightlines. Screw ranged combat. She took a pose like a sprinter at a marathon, and charged. She went at a cluster of the things, staying low, her arms cradling her weapon of choice as it spewed out a spray of hellfire to her right. For a moment, it caught the shaft of light, turning the globules into a greasy oil-slick rainbow in the sky, before the pilot light stole the greens and blues, leaving only the red greasy fire. Violetta slid across the inverted ceiling, knocking out a cluster of the hideous things without even slowing down. That was important. You slowed down and you died. She hit the wall, and bounced off it, repeating her maneuver from earlier.</s>	<\|message\|>Yume Fubuki Yume merely shrugged and transformed, a long white and pink dress flowing from her chest down to the hem and replacing her regular clothes. She summoned her main axe and propped the handle on her shoulder before speaking. "Very well then. If you want a fight, than a fight you shall have." She let her eyelids drop into a lazy, carefree position that matched her smile. "You could have just asked for my name, you know. But since you seem insistent on this outcome, I'll save that for later." "'Nice enough', what a joke."</s>
<\|description\|>Yume Fubuki Age: 14 Gender: Female (Can pass for ambiguous when in her normal state) Appearance: Personality: Yume is calm and logical to an extent that may seem cold to others. However, when it is in her ability to be kind and benevolent, she is without hesitation. She is especially caring towards inexperienced magical girls, and wishes no real harm upon anyone. Yume is sorrowful about the eventual fate of magical girls, but has no doubt that it is unavoidable and dismisses any decision made for the sake of passion. She is somewhat a hypocrite, for when someone who she cares for is threatened, she protects them fiercely. Bio: Yume had an easier life than most magical girls. An only child of two well-off and loving parents, there wasn't much she would sell her soul for. This changed, however, after her mother was discovered to have Fibrodysplasia Ossificans Progressiva, a rare genetic disorder that slowly and painfully killed her. The day after her mother's funeral, a then eleven year old Yume was offered a contract in exchange for a single wish. Without hesitation, she accepted a destiny fighting witches in exchange for her mother's life. Had she been older and wiser, she would have realized that bringing her mother back from the dead would not reverse her condition. Yume soon saw the suffering she had inflicted on her mother, who was once again doomed to die in constant agony, and ended her mother's life with the blade of her own axe. She was forced to cut down her own father as well, after he went insane from the grief of losing his wife for a second time. Yume became a full time witch hunter after this, and serves every whim of the incubators. She has accepted the balance of despair and hope as a needed force to maintain the universe, and bases many of her actions on what will support it. Allegiance: Yume is loyal to the will of the incubators, but will form allegiances with other magical girls when necessary, and occasionally will take on an "apprentice" of sorts. Skills: Yume is incredibly skilled with her axe as a result of her years of experience. While she is not very physically strong, she is very fast and agile, and is a strategic thinker. When trying to be charming, Yume can be exceedingly persuasive. Weapons: As a magical girl, Yume rarely uses "normal" weapons, but carries a few switchblades for the sake of caution. Other: Yume has an intense dislike for men, especially adults. She also considers herself a vigilante, and will slay evil humans as well as witches. Magical Girl Section: Magical Girl Appearance: Wish: "I wish for my mother to come back to life." Weapons: Yume's main weapon is a large and ornate battle axe, which is chrome in color. Her weapon stems from her idea that destruction is necessary for advance and construction, much in the way that a tree must be chopped down with an axe for a house to be built. She can also summon small throwing axes to use as deadly projectiles. Powers: Because of the way her wish brought back the dead, Yume uses Life Magic. However, she cannot bring people back to life completely healed. Her abilities allow her to only bring back the recent dead, and they can only reverse the effect of the killing blow, so any long term damage, such as cancer, would be unaffected.</s> <\|message\|>Violetta FitzCarraldo. (Veee oh-let-ter, not Vayyy-oh-let-ter. She gets annoyed if you mispronounce it.) Violetta jumped down onto the ceiling, and glared at the other girl while the bi- the Hellhound launched into her prepared shtick about what she was sent to do. She listened with half an ear, not even deigning to give the girl her full attention. The edges of the rooms were covered with work posters, half obscured with the darkness. The only real light in the room had been the hole in the window she'd freed up, filling the room with a single beam which little clouds of dust danced and made little words in the clouds. She tried to read one, but it vanished and changed as soon as she made sense of it. Witch logic. A little pop brought her attention back to the girl blending in to the darkness. She stifled a grin, trying to stop the joke about not being able to see her in the dark, and tried to keep a straight face while she briefed her. "Well, fine. Just so long as you don't try to stab me in the back. Oh, and just so you know, there's a magical girl in the labyrinth the boss wants dead. Try to take her down, silent-like, if you can. Blonde, purple dress. Should stick out like a sore thumb around these parts."</s> <\|message\|>Alexandra Hertz book of bad juju@Stern Algorithm@TrixyTrix The wait that had gone by unbidden was now over, and all those currently inside the Witches Barrier would soon notice as Familiars began to appear. They were drawn to the magical energy given off by the various girls when they were in their current form, though returning to simple human would act as a disguise. But at the same time though, it would obviously make them less able o defend themselves if they were to be attacked. White snow bunnies hopped along, almost cute if it weren't for the razor fangs and glowing red eyes. Their form seemed uncertain though, shifting and shimmering in the light, making it difficult to tell exactly where they were in this whole mess of white and ice, though not impossible by any means. So they arrived, hopping along the ceiling and moving towards the three girls that had dared to intrude, even if one of them was directly responsible for the formation of the Witch in the first place. The time to talk was over. If they wanted to survive this experience, they would have to fight. And even now, the Witch had yet to enter into her full glory.</s> <\|message\|>Eponine Hassane "Another magical girl?" Eponine asked. "I was not informed of this. My Lady said that this was simply a recon mission. Did my Lady specifically order this magical girl destroyed, or is this a result of your own judgment? Did she pose a threat to you, or is she perhaps connected to the location of interest in some way?" A rabbit familiar leapt at Eponine, who flourished her hammer and loudly pounded the familiar into a bloody pulp in the ceiling. She turned to Violetta, "Also, I don't do 'silent-like'."</s> <\|message\|>Violetta FitzCarraldo. (Veee oh-let-ter, not Vayyy-oh-let-ter. She gets annoyed if you mispronounce it.) Algorithm Was that a joke? It was so hard to tell, in the darkness. Violetta blinked, unsure of what exactly to say. Then her brain came up with something good. "She attacked an officer of Aurora City Authority." she began, gesturing vaguely to her hip. There was nothing there, between all the waiting, but it got a point across. "Assault on an officer of the ACA, Resisting Arrest, Conspiracy to Commit Criminal acts, Unauthorized Invocation of Witches..." She went on, the capital letters slotting easily into place. They had a magic all of their own. They could make you believe what you thought was wrong. She counted on her fingers, trying to sell the lie. "Attempting to deceive an ACA agent in the Execution of their Duties- these aren't petty crimes. We cannot allow such things to be done against the Lady's name, entendido?"</s> <\|message\|>Eponine Hassane Eponine did not mean her question accusatorily, she merely wished to resolve the information discrepancy. "Understood. Such a criminal should be brought down at once." Eponine sighed, she'd had enough dealing with rogues for one day. "Were you able to ascertain her affiliation, if any? You also mentioned Unauthorized Invocation, so she was responsible for this witch?" Eponine asked this just to connect the pieces, though to someone who was lying, it may have come off as if she were questioning the validity of the statement. The rabbit familiars kept coming, so Eponine assumed her default formation as frontline tank, using her powerful melee and defensive magic to stave off enemies, while allowing Violetta to do ranged area control.</s> <\|message\|>Chloe Hartmann Chloe pursed her lips, looking up in the sky with her hands in her pockets. "Destiny, huh..." It was a question she had to think about, and that made her anxious. After everything that had happened today, she had out herself in a valuable, if dangerous, position. Was that destiny? Or luck? "Nah, I suppose you're right. Destiny's just made up." The only acceptable conclusion was that Chloe reached her position through skill, intuition and hard work. Everything else was just passing the buck. "So, that brings us back to my original question. I dunno who you are, and that's dangerous. Haven't even told me your name yet, and that's just rude. I feel like you're just jerking me around. I don't like that much. Been jerked around enough today. And now I'm tired and frustrated. Need a stress relief." Chloe's sentences got shorter and more terse as she continued speaking, and her muscles tensed in her arms. It wasn't visible, but she was gripping the brass knuckles in her pockets tightly, squeezing them like a stress ball as she worked herself up. She wasn't even that angry at this stranger, but something inside her had shifted gears, putting her in 'fight mode.' "You've admitted that you're a magi, so that means you won't die if I hit you, right? Right?" With a dull flash, she pulled her hands out of her pockets, her brass knuckles turning into her signature giant magical fists, and her headphones shined with a dull light that signified their transformation as well as she changed fully into magical girl form. With her huge hands, she pointed a finger at the girl in front of her. "I'm nice enough to wait for you to transform today, so consider yourself lucky. In exchange, if I beat you, you're gonna tell me who you are... or else I'll kill you."</s> <\|message\|>Violetta FitzCarraldo. (Veee oh-let-ter, not Vayyy-oh-let-ter. She gets annoyed if you mispronounce it.) Algorithm The shifty white blob things were pouring into the building, and the conversation was cut short by the Hellhound turning and pounding a rabbit into so much veal mince. Good thing, too, because Violetta had already drawn her weapon in order to teach the annoyingly curious girl a lesson. Her little pre-act of anger was hidden in all the rush, and presumably the other girl had just assumed she'd pulled it out to fight. And all the better, because now there was a whole bunch of punching bags to take her anger out on. Humans were boring to kill. They screamed, and ran away at the slightest little burn, and the smell always made her hungry. Even witches rarely did more then sit still and throw stuff. She grinned, the fire dancing behind her eyes already, glancing around the room, and taking stock of sightlines. Screw ranged combat. She took a pose like a sprinter at a marathon, and charged. She went at a cluster of the things, staying low, her arms cradling her weapon of choice as it spewed out a spray of hellfire to her right. For a moment, it caught the shaft of light, turning the globules into a greasy oil-slick rainbow in the sky, before the pilot light stole the greens and blues, leaving only the red greasy fire. Violetta slid across the inverted ceiling, knocking out a cluster of the hideous things without even slowing down. That was important. You slowed down and you died. She hit the wall, and bounced off it, repeating her maneuver from earlier.</s> <\|message\|>Yume Fubuki Yume merely shrugged and transformed, a long white and pink dress flowing from her chest down to the hem and replacing her regular clothes. She summoned her main axe and propped the handle on her shoulder before speaking. "Very well then. If you want a fight, than a fight you shall have." She let her eyelids drop into a lazy, carefree position that matched her smile. "You could have just asked for my name, you know. But since you seem insistent on this outcome, I'll save that for later." "'Nice enough', what a joke."</s> <\|message\|>Eponine Hassane Eponine saw Violetta dash forward in a furious frenzy of flame, completely disregarding the team combat set-up that Eponine had intended to prepare. Eponine had hoped that they could push through these familiars together, but Violetta blazed ahead by herself, leaving Eponine to slowly golf the familiars around her away from herself. Eponine tried to run after the scorching trail that Violetta had burned out but more familiars kept piling in, closing the path between Eponine and Violetta. One of the rabbit familiars lunged at Eponine, but given the danger of thesituation, her force-field was already active, so the rabbit simply bounced off. Eponine continued to walk forward, hoping that they would reach the witch soon, swatting away familiars that stood in her way, muttering "reject" to activate the force-field wrapped around her hammer in order to launch familiars that came in contact with it away at tremendous force. She was severely irked by Violetta's lack of cooperation.</s> <\|message\|>Chloe Hartmann 'If you want a fight,' she says. No doubt about it, this girl's passive nature had a way of getting under Chloe's skin. It wasn't that she wanted to kill her or anything, it was simply that she had grown bored, and fighting was fun. Even if Chloe was at risk of death in this fight, boredom was its own death to a certain class of being. Without another word, Chloe cracked a wide grin and slammed her fists onto the ground, using the force to aid a forward lunge at faster than normal speed. Before closing the distance between the two of them, she extended her hands forward, fingers outsretched, aiming for the other girl's weapon, which seemed to be a large axe. Weapons like that were a threat to a fistfighter like Chloe, but if she could get her hands on it, they would be on more even ground. If she could grab hold of the girl's weapon or even her weapon-arm, things would follow from there, and it would be exceedingly difficult to stop Chloe's momentum from that point. And speaking of momentum, if her lunge was blocked, the force should be enough to drive the girl backwards or perhaps knock her off balance.</s>	<\|message\|>Yume Fubuki "Aggressive, aren't you?" Yume thought as the girl launched herself at her. She quickly swung her axe out in front of herself and grabbed one end in each hand, feeling Chloe's momentum slam into her. She was pushed several feet back as a result of the older magi's superior strength, and had to dig her heels into the ground to prevent herself from slipping farther. Grinding her teeth in effort, Yume stepped to the side, attempting to set Chloe off balance.</s>
<\|description\|>Rico Avvar Appearance: Gender: Male Age (At-least 15): 22 Power: Psychometry -Photographic Deduction: to figure out connections in whatever the user is investigating and process them extraordinarily fast. -Retrocognition: to discern events of the targets past. Weakness: he must be able to touch the object/person he is investigating. Skills: Agile, Perceptive, Tri-section staff training Occupation: Detective Personality (Optional): TBR Weapon (Only one, if its a gun, be real about the amount of ammo you have, dual wielding counts as one weapon):</s> <\|message\|>Alexi Rayne Alexi woke up to see her room was darker than usual, thinking nothing of it, she lit a cigarette and continued to get dressed like every day. After getting dressed, Alexi pulled back the curtains to see dark skies and no sun. "It can't be." She said, looking at her phone and at her wall clock which both read 10:31 a.m. "The fuck is this." Alexi said, now confused on either she woke up with the clocks set wrong or that darkness has taken over. As she made her way outside to get the newspaper, she stopped, realizing that there was no paper in her lawn, she now notice the town looked abandoned. "Okay this is weird." She said taking a drag of her cigarette</s> <\|message\|>David Markova David woke up he slept in late today. It was 10:30 but it was still dark. "What ur hell?" He walked out side seeinf how dark it was. But it's the of the morning. Also where was everyone. "What's going on?"</s> <\|message\|>Marcus walks out of the funeral home and smiled as he looked up at the sight of a dark sunrise, a sight he has always wanted to see "Ahh, sweet darkness" he looked around at the graves on his property, and inhaled, then he went back inside and took a relaxing shower and got dressed wearing dark clothing and he went to check his to do list, seems he has a lot to do, "hmmmm, Vincent." waited for a response "Vincent?"</s> <\|message\|>Rico Avvar Rico woke at his desk, sitting up slowly he saw it was still dark outside and was about to just go back to sleep when he noticed the clock said 10:33am "what..." he tapped the clock to see if it was stuck, which it wasn't, "...the hell?"</s> <\|message\|>Aldaric Varomere "Repent! Repent and be saved!" Some asshole was outside with a damn sign. ... Damn it's pretty dark out, wait... what time is it? "I have seen the sign!" Aldaric was outside on the streets yelling around like a madman. He wasn't alone. A few people had come outside to join him, putting their hands together and panicking. "The Sun will turn as red as blood! Night unending! Now is the time to seek the One!" Aldaric was a bit of a nut, but he was a devout nut. What no one else realized, was that he had himself been changed that morning. He watched in horror as the sun darkened after sunrise, blackness spiraling up from the earth into the sky deep into it's solar heart. At that very moment, Aldaric had cowered and prayed for protection. That was when he got his power. Any direction Aldaric looked, the souls of those around him lit up like glow worms, like fireflies, catching his attention. These were the souls he must save! He would help them. he would be a light for them and strengthen their spirits.</s> <\|message\|>Ramona Belvedere "What's going on?" Ramona pulled her curtains away from her windows, expecting to see light when only darkness appeared. A brisk look to the digital clock on her night stand told her only was morning- yet there was no sunlight. She walked out of he apartment door and down the stairs onto the street below. People were panicking, down the street she could hear someone yelling some type of religious babbling. "Can anyone tell me what's going on?" Suddenly light shined on her face. She thought she would find this relieving, but her skin burned- everywhere the light touched made her feel like she would burst into ashes. She screamed and ducked from the light, escaping in the alleyway behind the apartment buildings. She fought for her breath, her chest heaving in labored efforts. Ramona brought her hands up to her face and noted that there was no blood, but the sting stayed on her skin. "W-what's wr-wrong with me?"</s> <\|message\|>David Markova David walked around wonderng what was going on. He touched a street light that was still on. When he touched it something hapened. He felt stronger for some reason, but the street light, and the one next to it went out. He took his hand away and said "Thatwas weird.." David looked around trying to see if he could find anyone else</s> <\|message\|>Maverick Cooper Mood Music Quiet, empty and dark. These are the words that would come to mind when describing the small neighborhood that Maverick was making his way into. He walked down the middle of the street staring down, not at the ground, but past it as though it wasn't even there. He had on a jacket, T-shirt, black jeans and Converse that were all dirty and had dark crimson splotches stained on them save for his headphones. A cord ran from his headphones to his jacket pocket where his hands were currently. As he continued in his almost zombie walk down the street his mind was pledged by what he saw, still trying to rationalize it from just a few hours prior to him being here. "It's- it's not real." he said to himself. "It couldn't be. There is no way that something like this could happen. Someone must have slipped me something at the party, yeah." Maverick was referring to a party he was hired to DJ for where this nightmare had started for him. "Then I must have passed out for some reason, and now I am in some jacked up dream." Just when Maverick thought was reaching for an explanation to this mess he had realized that there was no way he was slipped any drugs because he had only drank two sodas, and they were both sealed laying at the bottom of the ice-chest. What could explain what happened then? The party was winding down, and the sun coming up. Then blackness, blackness and screams for a full three minutes as people tried to figure out what was happening, and why they couldn't see. In the distance you could hear cars crashing and other sounds of disorder, but the worst of all was what followed the darkness. due to the streetlights still being on Maverick was able to catch glimpses of what was happening, but even that was more than he wanted. He was already in shock and his eyes were still adjusting to the dark, but he saw a black figure, that appeared rather large from what he could see, began killing people with its scythe like arms or weapons. More screams, lots of blood and even more panic than before. Maverick was lost, and alone as he walked almost catatonic by all the houses. He had only been like this once in his life, but now it returned for different reasons and yet the same. Maverick had seen something that he couldn't believe was true, something that didn't make logical sense by any book, psychosis or theory he could come up with. He was so preoccupied with his thoughts he didn't even notice the young woman who had come out of her house seeming to be looking for something before muttering a few words and smoking her cigarette. He was walking somewhere he wasn't quite sure, but he knew nothing else to do.</s> <\|message\|>Marcus Looks around the funeral home he owned and didnt see Vincent "What in the world is going on here" he heard voices coming from outside, "WHO'S THERE!" he walked outside and looked around and saw no one at first "SHOW YOURSELF!!" then with his command, a skeletons hand bursts out of a nearby grave and it clenched into a fist and then proceeded to climb out of the grave and look around. In shock he looked at the skeleton as it rose out of the grave and move around, What in the world is going on here?" he asked as he looked at his hands as a dark energy seemed to flow around them, like faint mist off a freezing cold bag of frozen veggies in a warm room, "I wonder" he waved his hands around and a blast of Dark Magic, shot out and blasted the skeleton to bits "WHOA!!" he looked down at his hands and swallowed some spit then he brought his hands together and a swirling ball of dark magic formed and he pulled his hands apart and it was like a small ripple of energy but it blanketed the graves like a dense fog "Amazing" he looked at his hands and then looked around and smiled as the fog seeped into the graves and he raised his hands and skeletons and corpses bursted out of the ground</s> <\|message\|>Aldaric Varomere "Repent. There is still hope!" Aldaric was going on, waving his cardboard sign. Then, he stumbled upon the funeral home with a ton of zombies popping out of the ground. "What unholiness is this?!? You there! Cease this evil deed and you will be absolved by the One." He pointed at Marcus.</s>	<\|message\|>Rico Avvar Despite it still being dark Rico had work to do grabbing some things from his desk and slinging his tri-staff on his back he set out, but when he got out the door he saw how dark it really was, and that there was no one around. "this is strange" he thought aloud as he walked down the street, he eventually came upon the funeral home seeing the zombies rising out of the ground and a man shouting at someone esle "what the hell!!"</s>
<\|description\|>'Nori' Motluma Species: Slime Mother Amidst an old prison block painted pink and oily black from filth along its edges, a 5'10 female figure sits on a small chest in the back of the room. As the light touches its flesh, the realization of its translucence becomes as clear as the membrane that covers its jaw shifts. The glint of a small ruby and a sapphire loom in the sockets of the skull. They soundlessly float before snapping to attention. Role: 'Watchman, Scavenger' Skills: Nori naturally functions on a form of protosynthesis which consists of building onto their mass with the assimilated mass of what it consumes*. Boneless dexterity- Beyond the limitations of consumed materials, Nori's and her brood's mass can fit through most cracks and crevices. This also allows them to form multiple appendages of various shapes and sizes Eyes of slime- In a room of minions, how noteworthy would a single pink slime be? Translucent and toting a single human skull floating in its mass, Nori holds an empathetic link over the slow-moving entities. Their defense is mainly sharpening appendages to slash at things that may get too close, but they serve to relay the presence of anomalous activity back to the mother. Details are hazy, mostly detailing strenuous activity. Greater Brood- Numerous slimes under Nori's control can condense into a greater foe, their power increasing if any adventurers had died in the room, as weapons and other chunks of metal are usually swept into its mass. This is usually in response to increased activity, an automatic defense mechanism wherever a good quantity of her slimes inhabit (usually around treasure caches due to the skeletons yet to be picked clean and broken down before returning to feed Nori). The greater brood will break down most metals deemed to be useless and separate after combat, individually bringing nutrients back to Nori. Crystalline Shell- When faced with threats, the material Nori is made of, as well as controlled slimes, can condense and harden. The hardened consistency makes it difficult to damage the slimes' nucleus, although limits its damage because of its size and lack of flexibility. Nori, herself, can draw in residual slime to harden herself for combat, although this is a gradual process. However, while hardening, Nori's defense rises as they heal with every passing moment from reconstituting material. Fire can bypass this defense and any wise attack on this miniboss should be done as quickly as possible. Depending on how long the fight takes, dispersing 'feeler' slimes might take a few minutes to an hour. = The shell can be used in conjunction with basic melee attacks, quickly turning a brawl into a knife-fight. Also, this armor has its own health which temporarily builds onto Nori's. Personality: Bubbly and playful, often coming off naive. They aspire to build up their own treasure pile, though have found content in protecting others'. Nori is actually quite violent under the surface, disassociated with pain and how organics feel it. Not many adventurers make it to her lair, most of them were forced to regret the decision; The Slime Queen isn't one to toy with trespassers only until after victory is assured. Background: Fed on the bones of a powerful sorceress, the blood and filth of the room gave way to magic sentience which forced impurities out in order to become its own form. Other than that, existence and co-existence is a daily exercise. Memories of the old sorceress still linger, although they are strained, at best, and often come as dreams. Other: (To maybe be added)</s> <\|message\|>Important NPCs Throughout the entire labyrinth, a ringing of bells was heard. The labyrinth's occupants had long ago discovered that the watchtower bell of the buried city that served as Lessavo's tomb still functioned, and it had been agreed that in times of great emergency the bell could be rung, summoning all creatures who were able to this vast city, indeed the only place capable of holding them all, for a council, by which decisions could be made to determine the fate of their home. As the monsters of the Tomb gathered, they were barely surprised to see that the one atop the watchtower, frantically ringing the bell, was Henry, a necromantically reanimated skeleton. There were many such skeletons living in this place, but Henry stood out from them all both in appearance, his helmet and armor dented beyond repair, and in reputation. Henry was known throughout the Tomb for his constant failures, accidentally breaking traps, disrupting spells, ruining supplies, and causing all other manner of screw-ups. Indeed, many of the Tomb's inhabitants growled and mumbled threats as Henry began to speak, his voice echoing off of this place's earthen walls for all to hear. "Uh, hello everybody. It's me again, Henry, though you probably already know who I am. Well, umm, earlier this morning my head got knocked off and somebody, I don't know who, kicked it so hard that it rolled out of the tomb. And, uh, when I went to retrieve it, I may have left the tomb's entrance open. An adventurer saw me, and followed me back to the entrance. I tried to attack him, I really tried, but I slipped and fell into the swamp, and, uh, he, umm, sorta got away... so yeah, the humans know about this place now, probably." The crowd roared, threatening to turn into a mob, wanting to tear apart Henry's bones. Their home would surely be ruined! That adventurer was probably on his way back here with a whole party of adventurers now, coming to destroy their home. Even those who were not chasing Henry through the streets were loudly arguing about what should be done about this, creating a deafening and chaotic cacophony.</s> <\|message\|>Ubel "We must obscure the entrance! Perhaps the humans will believe their ally to be insane." even as Ubel suggested it the idea was shaky. If the group he brought had a competent enough caster they would see right through it. But it was better to make bad suggestions than say nothing... Though the ones hunting down Henry weren't coming up with anything. "Or... maybe we uh... maybe we can have the scavengers burn down some nearby town? Draw the adventurers towards that? Surely Parsel can find a nice, little defenseless one? Maybe full of human children or elderly? That might draw them away..." this was even less plausible than his first suggestion... it may just draw more humans... but again Ubel believed talking to much was far better than talking to little. "Or... uh... maybe we can..."</s>	<\|message\|>'Nori' Motluma "It would help!" Nori chirped in reply to Ubel's first suggestion before continuing, "Maybe if we rip up a few trees and rocks they'll get landmarks wrong and miss the entrance that way." Following suit with bad ideas, unless they tore up landscape somewhere else other than outside the obscured enterance, In their opinion obscuring the entrance was the best idea anyone has had so far, besides chasing down that incompetent buffoon. Frankly, Nori personally wanted in on what happened once the mob caught him, but unlike Henry, she had faith that they could get the job done well enough that it wouldn't be everyone else's burden, later. "Humans like kids and the dying for some reason, putting them in peril would make it worse..." she mused, already scrambling her hive throughout her hall and sparsely in the area around it.</s>
<\|description\|>Jin-Wei Long Age: 18 (Totes 18 in Dragon years.) Height: 5'6 in Human Guise, 8 foot tall and 16 foot long as a Dragon. Species: Chinese Dragon. Character Image:</s> <\|message\|>Jin-Wei Long How had it come to this? Weary were the mint-pigmented eyes that slide across to his right-hand side, orbs that had seen more than the human mind could ever think of baring, and survived the trials that such a tediously long life-span tested the Dragons with. Yao Long was Emperor, everyone who took interest in a world knew this. The middle aged man that sat with one leg crossed upon his throne, fingers braced to his chin and with long, brunette hair pulled back into a lax, darping style, a picture of elegence when he was depicted in the emerald and spring stitchings of his Han-Fu, idly fanning himself with the spread, wooden etchings of a coiling beast, one he, like his son beside him, could relate to. In the silence of the golden pillars and marbelled flooring, a multitude of jade and precious colours, the two thrones sat in eager waiting. "Promise me you will behave, Jin-Wei. Assure me there will be none of your childish frivolities whilst our guest remains in the palace." A voice of command, and respect, but not to the young man who stared ahead, towards the double-doors of their throne-room. Jin-Wei had grown mildly handsome in his youth, with hair akin to his fathers pigments that reached his neck and broadening shoulders. Stoic and astute was the expression worn at all times... but it was all in the eyes. Saffron golds with a spike for a pupil, alive and very much animal. These royal facades that sat, awaiting their guests, were nothing more than animals at the end of the day. Civilized reptiles. "I don't make promises I can't keep, Baba." A voice befitting a sleek reptilian, the words were soft and almost whispered, but the words spoke volumes themselves. Baba, the more informal choice of a Father-suffix, and the disregard for his elders fears did not sit well with the old Emperor. Five thousand years, and this was how his son treated him? SMACK. The searing sensation of a palm across his cheek, the scorn behind it palpable in the air, Jin-Wei sucked air through his teeth and naturally recoiled further right from his Father's hastened scolding, his own, honey-toned finger tips resting softly on a reddening mark across his face. Yao had not seemed to have even moved, let alone glance in his son's direction, eyes intent on the door-way, awaiting the gaurds that would escort their guest. "Then you will learn to ensure to keep the promises you make. Sit up straight, your posture is disgraceful."</s> <\|message\|>Benome "I promise to be back soon Mother, Father." The cool dirt pressed up against his forehead, clinging to his hair as if refusing to let him go. Very gently, he combed through the auburn locks, catching the damp soil on his fingers and ushering it back to the earth like a protesting child to bed. Coaxing and coddling and whispering sweet little nothings to soothe it's excited nervous mind. Tucking that sweet sleepy rambling child back into the folds of the earth and lingering knelt by it's bedside until it's own ever changing thoughts subsided into that of dreams and it's breathing slowed into a lullaby of it's own. And one looks upon such a child and understands why they put up with it's incessant demands and sporadic outbursts, with every tantrum and crying session. One understands why it's so worth going through all the hardships and..sadly, one wonders.... "My Prince. It is time you be off if we wish to reach the kingdom in time." Burning ember eyes, carrying the essence of fall and traces of golden maple leaves, flickered over to the petite servant. Eying him with a gaze hotter so intense that the poor fae was forced to bow his head lower in fear of having his icicles melted. It was then, Amanti turned away and back to the sodden earth before him. Dirt caked nails gently patting it back down around the roots of the single blossom springing up from the ground. It's tenuous petals victim to the slightest breeze. With the touch of a mother, he cupped it's sepal, running his fingertips lightly the delicate leaves as a final farewell. The kiss of airy petals stil lingering against his lips as he pulled away and bid the earth farewell. "Let us depart then, Calixo. I do not wish to keep the emperor waiting." He voiced solemnly, refusing to offer one final glance back in case the soft breeze roped him back or the fragrance of the earth lured him to return. He'd be back soon before the earth could forget his footsteps. ---------- "Huang Di! The prince of the Fae have arrived!" The messenger bowed low to his emperor, announcing the arrival moment before the great hinged doors swung open, allowing light to flood into the main court room, illuminating the golden tapestries and dancing along the marbeled floor around the harsh shape of the silhouetted figure. A cool breeze trickling in to play with the loose ragged cloth wrapped around his shoulders. The sunlight setting alight the moon lit hair atop his head. The sound of his bare feet across the marble echoed as he stepped forward, keeping his gaze fixed upon the space above the grand throne. And his ears focused on something other than the roaring of blood in his ears as he let his knee hit the floor. Icy air leaving him as he bowed, "Emperor.."</s>	<\|message\|>Jin-Wei Long "Straighten. Your. Posture." Yao's eye could have been violently twitching from the stress surged from his child, the one in the crimson duangua tied by a golden sash, a sleeveless version of the shirt, of course. Why couldn't that boy wear proper, fitting attire, especially on a day like today. Slowly, the boy relented, and saw to it that his back slid up the eloquence of his throne until it pressed firmly against the padded cushions. Was the old man happy now? Here was Jin-Wei, sitting all prim and proper, as a Prince should, but his elder still appeared scorned. No changes there, then. An announcement? Well, that saw both golds and jade depths rise-- and almost comically squint when the light blessed the room with luminance, proof of their sensitive and likely well developed optics. "Prince of the Fae..." Yao whispered silently to his own ears, curiosity of this new-comer seemed to alert his mind and body, which without his consent seemed to have arrived at the edge of his cushioned throne. Jin-Wei seemed less enthusiastic-- likely because he was sure to get the worst end of this deal. This, all of this, was trouble for himself. Grandeur opening aside, both Prince and Emperor seemed bemused the moment their shadow of a guest came into full-view. Was... that truly a Prince of Fae? Yao's mouth was momentarily ajar. If he hadn't known better, one could have assumed the guards had thrown in a particularly handsome peasant and called it a day. On the suddenly rare chance that this male was indeed a Prince, the Elder Dragon decided to bite his tongue-- too bad that his son didn't share the same mannerisms. "You look like a beggar. To think that I was scolded for my fashion choice, but you've certainly won the tackiest-royal award. You didn't even kow-tow." Mortifying! Emperor Yao leapt from his throne with a glare of vert-death sent his son's way. The more steps he took towards the Fae, the more grateful he was to be out of ear-shot of that little devil-spawn he called son. "Pay that child no heed. He is an ignorant hatchling. Prince Amanti, I assume?" Atleast there was something of grace to their... eccentric guest. He'd be perfect to teach Jin-Wei social grace-- fashion sense, perhaps not so much. The jade orbs that the Emperor looked from seemed to scrutinize their new-comer, his face spoke volumes of his personality. A strict man. A tired father. A commanding emperor. "We have quarters prepared for you, by the lake-side view of the palace. I urge you not to travel there alone, Prince Amanti, the creatures that dwell in the water are unlike any you will find on land. Hopefully the view will quell your curiosity. We shall have a feast tonight, in your honour, but until then, my... son... will show you around the palace and to your room-- should you need anything, he'll attend to you." ...Hint hint, Jin-Wei. He barely seemed interested anymore-- bored of jesting this 'Prince' and his attire. Reptilian sunshine lulled over like a moody-teenager, and in all rights, he was one. Slip on shoes tapped against the floor whilst the Dragon Prince pulled his baggy, white and silken trousers up his waist a little more. Comfortable, but not all that practical. "Come on then. I thought I'd be stuck sitting in that chair, you took forever." That, or his royal bratness was impatient. Given by how he was bee-lining for the grand doors, likely the latter.</s>
<\|description\|>Jin-Wei Long Age: 18 (Totes 18 in Dragon years.) Height: 5'6 in Human Guise, 8 foot tall and 16 foot long as a Dragon. Species: Chinese Dragon. Character Image:</s> <\|message\|>Jin-Wei Long "Believe this, his ignorance offends me far more than anything you suspect yourself of doing, Prince Amanti. I must commend you on your mannerisms, perhaps you would be so kind as to allow your well-mannered nature to rub off on my son." Those words were spoken with a smile, a false one. There was nothing joyous or elated in his joke, simply because it wasn't one. Yao Long disdained his heir to the throne, feared for his Kingdom, and now, he worried for this Prince. Was it really going to be alright, to leave their guest in the hands of his troublesome spawn? Nagging pondering was cut short at the mention of material offerings-- not that Yao was particularly grubby... but it was a fact that the Dragons were hoarders. Of everything. Money, books, chests of twisted root-- chest of twisted roots? The wooden box that was procured from a tattered cloak met the gentle scrutiny of aged jades, as if they apprised an antique. Truthfully, Yao loved the works of artisans, and the style of the Fae, of nature and her energy, one could say it appealed to the old Emperor. Even if he did find it almost confrontational to be given a gift at once. He couldn't blame the lad, he obviously didn't know that for him to accept the gift at once would, for one reason or another, shine poorly on one's mannerisms. How thankful he was for one of his serf's to take it for him. That odd, medicinal item was a root? It seemed more befitting of an art gallery than his quarters-- would it seem outlandish to display such a thing? Decisions, decisions. A hand waved off, robes swaying in the momentum of his grand gesture. "Have it sent to my room, I shall display it on my mirrored dresser, where I may admire it from any angle I please." Hopefully knowing it would be accepted as a permanent centre-piece would please the Prince. "I thank you, Prince Amanti. I'll see to it you don't leave my Kingdom unsatisfied." The Emperor's motion was unspeakably brisk to the poor serf who was idly polishing the floor a good few metres away-- shouldn't that have been done earlier? "You there! See to it that Prince Amanti receives our... latest aesthetic, in return for his gift." Consider Yao pleased! The gifts he often got were monetary-- or worse, JADE. Always JADE with the peasants... for once, he actually got something that seemed personal! Yes! Yao was very happy with that! Their Fae would receive his latest addition to the palace. Jin-Wei, less so much. "You gave him a bit of a tree. That's got to be a first." Clearly, Emperor and Son did not share tastes. The young prince was already slinking to the door, since his presence had been all but unwanted from the beginning, and the way the boy moved belied his stature. For a male who barely reached five foot and six inches, there was a certain command to his posture. Straight backed, tanned fingers curled into a palm with the mild swing of his fists. He was a large creature, trapped temporarily in a humans body, and his body language simply screamed that fact. Head held high, the young Prince made certain to barge his shoulder into the Fae guest with a few, quiet words to go with it. "You might have won my Father over with your humble act and fancy box, but you won't sidle up to me as easily. You're in my turf, now." Footsteps were taken away from the throne hall, he had a show to catch in a few minutes. "And I'll enjoy every moment of it." It was a silent promise, but it's intentions unmistakable. Jin-Wei would surely make life Hell, given the chance to. The guide, a mere girl in her sixteenth year, fumbled amidst her red attire, draping, with long, overly so, sleeves. "...You would do well not to cross the Crowned Prince Jin-Wei Long, Prince of the Fae's. If you confront him, he can cause real trouble for you whilst you remain in his future Kingdom." Damned if you do, damned if you don't, that was the way of it. The dark haired guide toddled along the marbled steps, outside was truly glorious. Sunlight that kissed over the pillars and open plan of a garden, nothing grew there yet, nothing but grass and evergreen shrubbery, but it would truly be a bloom to remember, come the warmer months. "This way, Prince. The Emperor must favour you, to be giving away his latest decoration for your eyes to see. He came in last night, after the guards found him washed ashore." The Emperor? Washed ashore? Didn't sound quite right, did it? Pillars passed, ivory columns that held up pagoda roofs of draconic gargoyles, golden trimmings and crimson roof-plates. The harlequin flooring seemed to stretch on forever until a door remained at the end of it, etched oak with, once more, the symbol of dragons. Too bad that ebony ink had been, as it seemed, freshly slathered across the doorway in the shape of an X. "...It would seem Prince Jin-Wei has decided to target you already, Prince. Shall I alert the Emperor?" Even his guide did not seem too certain on the course of action. Yes, Yao Long would be FURIOUS, but... that would only spur their mischievous Prince onwards.</s> <\|message\|>Benome Such a stark contrast there was between the humble Prince of Fae from lands far away and the extravagantly dressed Emperor; glorified in all of his kingly garb. It was hardly even a comparison between his tattered weathered brown cloth and bare feet to silken robes and satin weaves shoes made with the deft fingers of the most skilled tailor. Amanti believed, that even the servants wondered what this poorly dressed commoner was doing within this almost sacred ground; the capital of their kingdom, the housing of their Emperor and Royal family. He could sense it really, not in just the hostility that the crown prince seemed to exude towards him. There had been..a feeling of alienation merely walking through the dusty streets of this imperial realm. The people had known, perhaps from his bare feet and the distinct coloration of his eyes and hair or perhaps just the atmosphere and aura radiating around him (then again it might've something to do with the puddles of water on the ground turning to ice where he stepped). However they had known, they had known and even if they had known him a prince, he doubted they would've acted any less indifferent towards him or given him any less number of belittling looks. The fae were lesser creatures compared to many, let alone that of the prideful and magnificent creatures that were dragons, and more over; they were often considered the 'push overs' or 'weaklings' of the realm. Their own passive nature didn't help them very much either. Nobody else understood how dire such a situation was for the fae when the other species around you were so willing and able and 'nonchalant' about destroying everything you had strived, tilled, bled and lived centuries atop centuries for. No one understood the value of the fae like the fae did. And only the fae.. That was the entire reason he had come here, seeking protection; another cowardly act, but who would question it if they were able to receive protection from the most fearsome of all creatures? Sweeping his robe, or what little there was of it, aside, he bowed low again to the Emperor, "Thank you, I am greatly humbled to receive such a welcoming personable gift and to know that you are pleased with the gift of my own people, but I will be more than ecstatic if I can merely leave here with better relations established between us." The same wish was true for the young crown prince who shoved past him, though he was less optimistic about accomplishing that any time soon. Somewhat coldly (pun), he was glad that from what he had seen so far, the Emperor didn't seem all that close to his son, perhaps it wouldn't matter too much if he didn't get into the good graces of his son. At least, not until the boy took over, but that wouldn't be for a long time hopefully. He kept silent all the sme and averted his gaze as the prince stormed past. He had more to worry about than a frigid (another pun) prince though. Some would have been awed by the grandeur of the spectacular castle he was led through. It's architecture would've made any generation of builders cry and the prospect of staying here would excite anyone to an immeasurable amount, but the fae felt a chill go down his spine as he followed the serf down the hallway. Even the wide spread garden called out to him hoarsely, rising eagerly at his entrance; neglected hallow entities that reached out despairingly as he left them behind. Their cries raking along his flesh, for the ground was selfish at times and yearned for summer sooner. And he would've been more than happy to grant it be it not for the chill of the marble beneath his feet and the callous realm of minerals he entered. The carved stone beasts seemed to leer down at him from their precarious perches. The patterns along the floor before him seemed to wind and twist; delirious. A greater being could appreciate it, but not he. Tryingly, he focused on the chatter of his guide, even if she was only bringing up problems he'd already addressed in his mind. He decided it was best not to start any ill talk behind the Prince's back so he kept mum. Unable to continue doing the same, however, when mention of the Emperor came up, "Ah, washed ashore?" He repeated, raising a brow before they came across the ink splattered door. Definitely a crude display of the disdain over his arrival. Was the Prince really to resort to such abrasive acts moments after him stepping foot into the palace? Well then... "No, no need." He said quickly to his guide, closing his eyes in fear that summer might come through a little too early though perhaps the draconian maiden could feel the heat starting to come through the blustery cold around him, "Please, I do not wish to trouble the Emperor or start some folly between he and his son. Will you please lend me a damp cloth and I will take care of this matter myself." Stepping forward, he reached to dip the tips of his into the fresh ink. A shiver going through his spine as it stainted his fingers, soldifying before a hiss came from his skin and the ice began to melt and steam, dripping down his hand in inky tears. Breathing out, he pulled his hood further over his head to hide the yellowish glow of his eyes. Hopefully, tonight's feast would not present any more hostile messages.that was a wishful thought though.</s>	<\|message\|>Jin-Wei Long A weary smile squiggled across the dark maiden's expression at the thought of her Emperor and the Crowned Prince at war with each other—when were they not silently fighting tooth and nail? Their guest would need not have to walk around eggshells when it came to that Father and Son combo. "I will clean the mess for you, Sire. I apologize on the Prince's behalf… I cannot fathom where his disdain has come from…" She certainly wasn't lying, something had inspired the Prince's nasty side, but their guest had only just arrived… perhaps it was an exertion of dominance? A rather snarky one. "I hope you will… find the wardrobe inside suitable for the evening banquet." A glance up and down his unusual form confirmed to her that anything would be better than that tacky cloak. He was a strange thing… it had been cold minutes prior and now, the air felt temperamentally warm—what was that he was doing to the ink splashed over the doorway? Ink didn't drip quite like water, did it? Obviously, this act of mysticism found her on uneasy grounds, twiddling and intertwining her fingers in a nervous curiosity. His own self hooding didn't dispel a drop of the toxic worry, either. Thank the Gods that something was being carted down the hallway, wooden wheels that had been sanded to perfection for the smooth floors and attached to a makeshift table, only meant to carry a crystalline box, ornamented at the brim in golden sculptures, supposedly waves of the ocean. Inside the structure, filled with pure, perfectly clear water, was a figure unlike any found on land. Its tail spread into two, wavery and thin, like a piscine, and light pink in colour that attached itself onto more rigid structure, a tail that, for now, was bent akin to a human hugging onto its knees, proving it's flexibility as a muscle. Undeniably for aquatic venturing, the large tail was equipped with little more than cycloid, crimson scales, not unlike a carp or salmon, fish that needed flexible hides. What made this particular piscine unusual, would have been how, about three fifths up the tail, the scales had all but disappeared. Replaced instead by the torso of something far more sapien. Pale beyond a healthy colour, the creature made sure to curl itself up as small as possible, to obscure its face against the upwards bend of its own tail. Ivory strands floated in a spikey fashion in the poor gravity pull inside its little watery prison. It would appear the creature was to be placed inside the guest Prince's room, no doubt the aesthetic that the Emperor had summoned for him. The guards that pulled the creature closer to the inky door seemed mildly amused at the welcome from their troublesome Prince—things were surely going to get interesting around the palace, now. "A gift from the Emperor, Prince. Some company for you in your abode—be aware, though. Do not stick your hand inside. He's a biter." It was perhaps difficult to imagine the cowering aquatic as aggressive, given his forlorn, almost fetal pose inside a glass casing he just managed to fit in. Water splashed idly as the tank—or prison, to some—was settled inside the room that had no expense spared. Gold (which seemed to be a recurring pattern), with fresh whites of cotton and linen. The bed was easily four poster, with draping curtains of semi-transparent mesh. A dresser, with a three pane mirror and drawers with only the finest in hair care items, combs, and the like, with a very old, ancient etching along carefully preserved chair. The wardrobes were an equal palette and intricacy, a small lounging table, with softer, plusher chairs. A balcony was also present to the Prince, one that, as promised, overlooked the expanse of the ocean and her ever-changing temperament. It was no wonder the Dragons had collected a creature of the ocean—they probably thought they owned it, being so close to their palace and all. The tank was sat furthest away from it, too, almost deliberately so. "He arrived yesterday, Prince. We've yet to prove if he can talk, but the Emperor insisted you have his latest centrepiece." No doubt the fish was something to study. To see if he could speak, could respond. A Mercreature, a rarity befitting the symbol of a Fae—in return, he had received a denizen of the very marine mother herself. The guards left with a bow to the Fae… something about him seemed different, but it would never be their place to say so. The moment they had left, only then did the snowy crest in the tank raise his head—and only then did a pitiful blend of pink and red pigment seek to find their new, unwitting captor. ". . ." Who was to poke and prod at him now?</s>
<\|description\|>Jin-Wei Long Age: 18 (Totes 18 in Dragon years.) Height: 5'6 in Human Guise, 8 foot tall and 16 foot long as a Dragon. Species: Chinese Dragon. Character Image:</s> <\|message\|>Jin-Wei Long "Were you now?" The Emperor didn't even get a word in. His son had already circled the conversation with a cruel gaze, he was little more than a hawk that descended to make his opponents life a misery, waiting for every opportunity he was given. A tough little nipper, and hardly dressed for the occasion. He wore the same sleeveless traditional-wear he had upon arrival, the definition of biceps and triceps that implied the boy took care of his body, regularly involved with physical, strenuous exercise. Now that their guest had arrived, the pork-bao would be his to devour! Either Dragon's ravenously ate, or just seeing this Prince annoyed the Draconian brat. THWACK! Right on the hand again. "Do forgive my son, Prince Amanti. I cannot fathom why his moodiness strikes now." Poor Yao. His eye was practically twitching repeatedly, stressed beyond his tether with that... thing he called offspring. Why now, why. NOW. "Please, do sit down and eat what you will." Since Jin-Wei had decided he'd waited long enough and was stealing all of the dumplings. What was one to expect from a voracious carnivore? "Jin-Wei was telling the truth when he proclaimed you had an appearance change--, I trust it's not a negative reaction, Prince? It was not the mer-thing that we gifted you? He's bitten many of those under my servitude, I thought something like yourself something more... at one.. with nature and her miscreants, would make better company for the creature." "Sometimes you hear rumours that they eat whoever's unfortunate enough to fall into the water. Hungry for blood, guts, or so they say." Jin-Wei just couldn't resist adding on that little tit-bit of information he'd heard circulate. THWACK! "That's quite enough Jin-Wei. Until you can prove gossip, it is not factual." The Emperor finally decided to spoon a few helpings of soup into a bowl for himself, the mannerism almost sleepy, tired, infact. As if the day had been long, and now it was far past his appointed royal bed-time. "I hope the room is to your liking, Prince Amanti--" For a tired man, how a glare could splice through the very air when the dining doors were thrown open by whom he knew to be a chamber-maid. She all but threw herself to the floor in a bow, aswell. "Your Highness! When we entered to feed the mer-creature... his container has been shattered, Sire! He's no where to be found!" Always during dinner time, wasn't it Yao? "You need not disturb my meal with such trivia, find it. It has no legs, how far could such a pale creature drag itself and be unknown to you? Find it, and see to it that it returns to Prince Amanti's abode-- well contained, this time. Apologies, Prince. We shall ensure your mer-creature is returned to you, I promise you that." "Guess he just didn't like you that much, huh?" THWACK! = = = How that noise tormented him. Solemn, that was the only word he could choose for it, it was as if the very sea demanded he return to its open waves. He almost wanted to shout why it even wanted him to return. It wasn't as thought such a being kept him in good stead, Sindre had struggled most of his life for survival-- such was the downfalls of albinism. Most animals didn't survive their lack of pigment for one reason or another, his current state of.. well, being alive, he wasn't sure if that was good or bad fortune. Damp soles dried upon the carpet that they unsteadily tread upon, carefully, albiet clumsily avoiding the glass that scattered across the floor. He was unsure if Prince Amanti would be in trouble from it, but at the time of smashing it, it had been no more than an obstacle. His next great feat was to open the door-handle-- why did humanoids have such tricky items to barricade themselves inside with? Eventually, that too swung open, to a new foe. Tiles. They didn't bare well on the feet. How pathetic to the eye, this large, lanky being that slipped and slid gracelessly, likely taking forever in a hallway that should have been transversed in a matter of minutes. 10 / 10 for willpower, though. The merman saw to it that he eventually reached, with a few, furrowed brows at the sheer SIZE of this complex, what appeared to be something of a... well, he wouldn't have known, but it seemed to be a patio of some afternoon-tea affair, a little place to admire the see and drink a beverage under the beauty of nature-- but given how Sindre was already falling over the railing of it, it was little more than an escape route with a drop he was sure he'd survive. Make no mistake, it would be painstaking moments until he tumbled onto the sands. He wouldn't be in the ocean, not in these fancy clothes.</s> <\|message\|>Benome As a guest, he really had no right to comment about the table mannerisms of his host or that of his host's distempered son. One could wonder if all that muscle was gained only through the sheer force of him stuffing his gob full overpowering that of the calories in his food. Amanti sat blinking, honestly taken aback by the sudden ferocity in the Prince's appetite; he doubted he could spoil this monstrous hunger. And being of a quiet and passive disposition, he flinched when a hand came down to loudly smack the beast's claw, Amanti nearly expecting the ravenous creature to turn and hiss at who dared interrupt it's meal time. At the very least, the hunger stricken creature was gorging itself mostly on what smelled of marinated meats; something that the Fae would rather not have to given an explanation for why he could not let it pass through his lips. Turning back to the Emperor, he bowed his head, unable to help but observe the harsh weary lines weighing down a man that might've still been handsome in his age if not for the constant worry of his brow or the deep purplish vein throbbing dangerously in his forehead, threatening to burst at any second. It was plain and simple for all to see that the man was aged beyond his years, not just by the weight of his position, but the added burden of his 'trying' son. Simply put, it's remedy like anyone would agree that Jin Wei was to be the death of his brow beaten Father and come that day, many a dragon and creature a like would be holding bated breath as they waited to see how the Prince would ascend the throne and proceed to overtake his father's reign. Hopefully, the youth still had a few more centuries left to grow out of his adolescence. Striking a smile in answer to the man trying to play off his son's actions, one that hopefully showed that Amanti did not mind his aggressiveness towards his dinner. Vaguely, it was comical to an extent watching him wolf down the pork bao, meat juices dripping down his lip. At question to his appearance, his brow knitted and he anxiously pulled at his long sleeves, wondering if his fingers had skittered over a clasp or button or if he was wearing his robe backwards or if perhaps they noticed his lack of footwear. He soon realized what the Emperor was referring to. 'Appearance' in his mind, did not refer to what others believed it did. He would not berate the Emperor for being curious, but it was quite rude to ask so openly about his 'seasons', akin to making some rude jest at a lady in public; the nature of which should not be discussed at a dinner table. "Oh, no, please, pay no heed to it. It is..a birth defect." For there was very little other way to put it; what befell him and no other fae, "I am very much enthralled by your gracious gift. In fact," He paused, glancing at the Prince and his callous comment, turning away, "It-ah, Sindre is very good company. Despite his appearance and lock of knowledge over certain land based customs, he is very civil and pleasant to converse with. In fact, I've had a very engaging conversation with him and I believe there is so much more to learn from him if we only allowed him to see us as friends as well. This is a very rare opportunity we have to really learn about such fascinating creatures, perhaps even involve ourselves in helping each other." He concluded with a small smile tugging at his lips, like a student seeking praise after having just finished a long pondered over essay and speech. That hopeful smile quickly faded into a crest fallen gaze when the Emperor seemed to so casually ignore his suggestion and proceed to ask him about his disposition towards his room. Well, it wasn't out of intention probably, the man seemed more exhausted as the night waned on and perhaps Amanti should bring it up once more when he was in a more negotiable mood. Sindre technically belonged to him anyway so by right he did not need the Emperor's permission to release him, but he would rather it so no more creatures would suffer the same fate upon this shore. He jumped as the doors swung open and the chambermaid threw herself before them, but it was her words that stuck him more deeply. Amongst the flippant dismissal of the king, he shot up from where he stood causing his bowl to shake. Suddenly, he felt quite awkward, realizing his readiness did not match that of his unbothered host. Slowly, he slid back down into his seat, feeling somewhat disturbed by the unperturbed remarks made by the emperor and the scornful dig by his son. This wasn't what he wanted; yes he wanted Sindre found, but the Emperor's emphasized words made his stomach toss, knowing his words had truly been ignored. "Forgive me, but I feel a little weary from my journey. I do not think I have the appetite for this feast you have prepared. My greatest apologies for the trouble you had to go through, but I believe I shall have to retire early to bed." And to look for Sindre. He really couldn't have gone far could he? Unless...he prayed the drop from the balcony would not be too steep if he chose to flee from there. --- He could see the lights. He was watching them fixedly.</s>	<\|message\|>Jin-Wei Long "I see." It wasn't just the Fae who could command a cold atmosphere. To appear in rags was one thing, to arrive late to dinner was another-- but to simply refuse the food all in the one day... Yao was starting to disdain his own hospitality. Perhaps it Amanti had attempted to eat a little more, the Emperor wouldn't have felt such scorn. Slowly did the middle aged man rise from his seat, fingers drumming ever so impatiently on the table edge. "I'm sure you are in need of resting. Go." A dismissal, one that took a terrible amount of self-discipline not to bark as he so wanted to. When his son decided to slowly covet the bao and push his chair away from the table with a quiet snicker, a finger accusingly pinned his movements. "You stay, until I say you may leave." Whatever the bond between Father and Son was with Emperor and Prince, it was never over-ruled by the latter's boyish rebellion. Jin-Wei sat obediently, his hand dropped the dumpling onto his plate wordlessly, with little emotion given to the gesture. Long seconds ticked by, moments of rising influx until a heated, sharp sensation broke the silence. Silent and infuriated, another swift smack saw the Prince's head whip in the opposite direction, blood rushing to cheeks for all the wrong reasons. "..." There was a hierarchy to hatred, you see. Guess who was under Jin-Wei, in that regards? Sandled footsteps hastened out the door-way within moments, fists balled tightly in frustration of teenage years. How many years had it been since he was assigned his father's punching bag? How many backhanders to the face was a lad supposed to take before he did something drastic? Occasionally, he wondered if he could truly do away with the old snake himself. Wouldn't get anything out of it-- it would be too obvious-- right? Well. The young hatchling made sure to shove their unwanted arrival out of his stride, too. "I hope your fish dies." Maybe he'd make sure such a thing happened. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The world felt so alien beneath his toes. Grass that was still a little damp, but grainy from the sand that had blown upwards from the beach. It encouraged him-- he could hear the waves dance with the shore, and despite his lacking sense of smell, he knew the air was salty. Every few, carefully placed steps gave way to a whole-hearted stumble, many a time did his palms meet with the ground and graze slightly from the impact-- but with a few glass shards in him and the strange feeling of clothing wrapped around his form, he wasn't for quitting over trivial matters. He would see who caused such rukus, tell them his good-bye's, and then return-- what if Prince Amanti had wandered to his room already? He did say he wouldn't be long, after all! Well, consider Sindre's uneven footsteps hastened. The beach wasn't far away, though it felt as though miles had traversed with these clumsy appendages that land creatures called legs. Sindre quickly grew frustrated with them, arms splayed since he found that the best form of balancing himself. Just a few more steps-- who was that shadow before him on these shores? A fellow Mer? "Ugh..." Something hit against his cranium. Hard. Dizzy shuffles found knees and palms stuck fast to the ground, his eyes struggled to focus on the dancing pictures they presented to his mind, the world spun uncontrollably on an axis, the cherry ontop being the pounding sensation in his skull. He was a run away mer-thing, after all, and, true to Yao's words, he hadn't gotten far. It didn't take any amount of brains to guess that something of his species would bee-line for the shore, and the guards had taken less time (being able to use their legs to a normal degree) in reaching the sands than he had. Sindre refused to lose himself to unconsciousness, though. This feeling struck him with an odd sense of Deja Vu... yes, this was how he had wound up in the palace, wasn't it? The seconds before he was dropped into a glass box... glass... box... Amanti must have thought him disloyal, running away the moment his back was turned! "Hnn.." No, no he couldn't let the Prince think that way of him. Another strike to the skull banished that optimism, all that was left was an albino boy, decorated in glass shards and ill-fitting clothes strewn across the sands, and a traditionally armoured guard with what appeared to be some form of baton. Fish really were stupid, he must have thought. No wonder they were jokes of intelligence that paid homage to them.</s>
<\|description\|>Jin-Wei Long Age: 18 (Totes 18 in Dragon years.) Height: 5'6 in Human Guise, 8 foot tall and 16 foot long as a Dragon. Species: Chinese Dragon. Character Image:</s> <\|message\|>Jin-Wei Long The Prince of the Fae indeed. No self-respecting Prince would be caught dead in the attire of paupers and street-beggars, whoever this person was, his commands meant very little to a rugged guard, but inspired something a little more in the victim who was already trying to crawl towards the sea. He took it all back, the wishing to experience life beyond the brine, the desire to meet others that he would perhaps better relate to-- the world that he did not belong to was no less vicious than his own, tide-commanding mother, who was mere meters away. He didn't want whatever a 'Doctor' was, he wanted to crawl into a cavern and wither. At the very least, he required a quiet place to recuperate-- as many animals often did. Every half-effort shuffle was a few inches closer to the water-side, hand-outstretched to her gentle encouragement. What was he thinking, running away like that? He should have just returned... yes, that would have been the smart thing to do. "I do believe the palace Doctor is a little too high-brow for the likes of a pauper and his little pet spy, eh?" The clubbed piece of wood swung all the more, this time, at the Prince himself. "No..." There was no way Sindre could have mustered enough strength to take or dissuade the brunt of another swing, pinkened-reds merely stared through half-opened lids, helpless, pathetic as he had always thought himself to be. Even now, he couldn't protect another. Blood filled his senses, awakened his olfactory senses and even inspired the faint lick of his lips. Blood... and he was so, so very hungry, how unfair was fate when she tempted him with a meal. He had fangs, vaguely translucent and curved, much like a serpent-- and no less so, for his predatory canine's contained potent venom, a paralysing agent, perfect for underwater meal-time. No, no this was Prince Amanti. He couldn't. He wouldn't. He'd promised himself. When had it last been that blood had dripped from those pale lips? Not blood of piscene or natural prey, the blood of a humanoid, a drowning passenger, a stranded sailor, an unfortunate swimmer-- all of them were fair play to a creature who struggled to hunt competitively. Morals be damned when creatures of the deep decided to hunger. A spurt of desperation saw the creature grasp for a guard's leg-- but it was far too fatigued. By now, more had came-- some with winces, for they new that the Prince was indeed as he had proclaimed, royalty. Whispers carried between royal protectors, someone would have to call the Doctor-- and quickly, less their comrade's mistake dearly cost him. Two of the men-- since none of the Palace's servants seemed to be Dragons at all, given their eyes-- stepped forwards to help take hold of Prince and Mer, gentle, so as to not endanger their jobs or lives. The mer-thing was uneasy on his legs, certainly, they wobbled and struggled to remain upright, for it was a lanky, tall being when not weighed down by the muscular appendage that was his tail. Blood trickled very slowly, pieces of glass that had spiked into him during the escape-- but the wounds were superficial. The hits to his cranium, however, were still to be determined. "Take them to Lei, he'll know what treatment is the best course of action... hopefully we'll keep our jobs after this." Lei, a doctor, and one who excelled in his job-- and perhaps the oldest resident in the Palace. Not often seen, but revered none-the-less. He wasn't as trying as Emperor and Son-- likely because he was no longer apart of ruling the Dragons. Medicine was his truer passion, not politics, and it was back into the marbled Kingdom that the staff intended to schlep Amanti and his latest gift, apologies presented like welcoming mats to the Fae. No wonder, they didn't want to lose their employment or organs once word got out of this. Lei would be able to fix this... hopefully Emperor Yao would take it better from his elder, for what happened upon the beach was nothing if not pure embarrassment to the Kingdom staff, and by default, to Yao. That thought alone was sobering. Dragged across sand and grass, the albino mer, whom had caused this trouble to begin with, attempted to converse with what little sense the bludgeoning had left in his head. "Wassn't... running away... wass... ssomeone... wass calling me.." He had to let Prince Amanti know. He had never intended to flee, but someone upon the beach had caught his interest-- whoever they were, he hardly even saw by the time he'd reached the shore.</s> <\|message\|>Benome Wood wasn't supposed to hurt him. He knew of the wood fae that lived within the trees of the forest, they respected him enough he would believe, but he must have caused them some form of impeachment. His vision flashed white, then brown as he turned his head up almost in time to receive the blow. His ears rang, deaf to the mocking snub from the guard as he felt the sand cushion his fall. And faintly, he heard the softest chuckle graze his eardrum before the world swam around him. Damn the heart of this world should he lose consciousness though. One blow wouldn't be enough to condemn this planet though. Blinking away the muddy sand from his lashes, he shook his head and pressed one palm into the fickle surface and pushed himself back up. White grains of sand clinging to his hair, hidden amongst the golden locks. His eyes blazed even beneath his shut eyelids, the light seeping through like sunlight from a curtained window. Burning to the unfortunate bedridden individual, piercing like high beams through the darkness as he stared down at the sand burying his fingers. The cool air was choked with the grittiness of the grains scraping his throat, but all the same he inhaled and exhaled, slowly and surely as if he had to make sure each breath of air was monitored comprehensively to avoid filling his lungs with too much or not enough. The soft rasp from the forgotten creature drew his attention. His shoulders slumping as he toned down the brightness and heat he was emitting, taking in the weedy nature that was a direct product only from the thrashing of the guard. His fingers curled in the sand, what gave anyone the right to reduce another to this state? If not for the soft footfalls trekking over the sand, the single guard stood before them would know just how lucky he was to have avoided what might've been. As the rest of the guard came to surround them, he lifted his head, refusing to let a single blow completely dislodge his senses even if the area around his forehead was feeling rather sore and tender at the moment and his vision was still blurred and indecisive. He refused to let a single blow dislodge all of his senses though, lifting his head to stare up at the stranger faces. Their garb no doubt revealed they were of the palace though and should Amanti choose to recognize any of them, they'd be in trouble from the cloth they dawned alone. That was the last thing on his mind now though. "Take, Take him to the doctor and see that he is tended to and given adequate meals. Let him eat on his own choice. I do not wish to hear complaints from him that you have mistreated a creature belonging to me." His own command was perhaps dampened by him having to be helped to his feet by another, his own foot still askew to a side so as to not to aggravate the raggedly bandaged wound. Refusing the wince as he listened to them prattle on worriedly in how they could possibly cover up such a blunder on their companion's part. Amanti didn't feel like speaking up and soothing their worries, for now he just wanted to be treated to this Dr "Lei" and for the night to end on a sleepless, hungry note. For now though, as long as they feared, they would follow his orders even if his own position held no real standing in this place other than as a 'guest of the Emperor." Limping besides the carried creature, his ears pricked at the raspy utterance the creature was trying to form into words, "Hush now, Sindre. You're going to be taken care off now, there isn't anything to worry about." He soothed, gazing at the Mer, eyes drawn to the bruises he had sustained during the brutal clobbering. He could no longer see the guard, but rest assured he would be well informed of his mistake. Again, Amanti pushed that out of his mind, glad to leave the dark unsure sand of the shore to the comparable warmth of the palace once more, letting himself be led by the guards, hoping that their entrance wouldn't arouse sleeping minds. Then again, who knew what was lurking within the walls?</s>	<\|message\|>Jin-Wei Long "I fear... there iss much to worry about." It was a solemn regard, spoken by the pale creature of which turned his head akin to an animal, peeking the looming command that was the Dragons Palace. If only such a place lay in ruin, if only it were to crumble into fine particles of forgotten affluence and buried under it's own arrogance. The creatures who ran the show were curiously unforgiving. Judging by the reptilian eyes, they seemed to be the only ones of Dragon descent, the Emperor and his little, bitter-hearted hier. Sindre thought, on any other day, he would be comforted by the promise of care and food on his terms, but this world above the surface wrung any sense of luxury from the proposal. There. Large, imposing crimson pillars welcomed them with an impressively sized gate. The walk to the palace had been silent on many parties-- no one had anything worth saying another, and Sindre considered himself a little too stunned from his fake escapade to wish the formation of words. His feet slapped against elaborate tile, cold but not discomforting to him, aside from the few pieces of glass gifted to him by karma. Once the Emperor found out, what would become of his outlandish attempt at escaping? Worse yet, if the Prince found out... They were presented to a rectangular door, a smaller one with less grandiose to it than other parts of the building, not that the merman could discern what made one door fancier than another. It was knocked precisely three times, then opened slowly, with the motion of a guard that the boys were to enter. The room was warm, kept alight and comforted by the crackle of a fire lodged into the wall. Chairs settled around it, long, bleached fabric that had been fixated to legs and cushion-stuffing. A table settled in the middle, topped with books that were dangerously close to toppling from the size of their piles, like knowledge-filled towers. There was a presence in the room, at the side furthest from the dimming light of the flames. A desk, once again, decorated with books, sat a creature content to scribble in ink and write down findings. It had hair not unlike the merman, white and pale, but with more silvery toned strung through-out, fashioned into a thick braid that fell over his robed shoulder. Once again, the eyes were undeniable. A strangely intelligent tone of lime, characteristically spiked by a reptilian pupil. His orbs were partially hidden behind thin, squared spectacles, which now found themselves pulled from his face, one of a man in his thirties, and folded gently between his fingers. "You are not palace staff, nor dragons from what I can pique... so I must inquire, what brings your presence to my attention, gentlemen?" His voice was eloquent, well pronounced in a language that was not his first. Soft, with a grace and upbrought way about it. As too, was the hand that gentle motioned to the chairs in his, as it would appear to be, study. "Do take a seat. The only reason I can fathom that you bless me with a visit is that one or both of you are injured or unwell. Since I can keenly scent your essence, I'll assume you're both bleeding." The tiny crimson rivulets were apparent on Sindre's chest, but it was the blood from Amanti's foot that sought the old creatures nose. Glasses placed upon the bridge of his face once more, the fire dimmed marginally as a log crumbled into ashes. "With lumps on your heads, too. Care to divulge as to how you came to meet with such injuries, gentlemen? So that I may better assess treatment for you both-- it would help to divulge the species you belong to." This man, who stepped akin to a paw-print in the snow and spoke like wings over water, was apparently, Doctor Lei.</s>
<\|description\|>Jin-Wei Long Age: 18 (Totes 18 in Dragon years.) Height: 5'6 in Human Guise, 8 foot tall and 16 foot long as a Dragon. Species: Chinese Dragon. Character Image:</s> <\|message\|>Jin-Wei Long "I fear... there iss much to worry about." It was a solemn regard, spoken by the pale creature of which turned his head akin to an animal, peeking the looming command that was the Dragons Palace. If only such a place lay in ruin, if only it were to crumble into fine particles of forgotten affluence and buried under it's own arrogance. The creatures who ran the show were curiously unforgiving. Judging by the reptilian eyes, they seemed to be the only ones of Dragon descent, the Emperor and his little, bitter-hearted hier. Sindre thought, on any other day, he would be comforted by the promise of care and food on his terms, but this world above the surface wrung any sense of luxury from the proposal. There. Large, imposing crimson pillars welcomed them with an impressively sized gate. The walk to the palace had been silent on many parties-- no one had anything worth saying another, and Sindre considered himself a little too stunned from his fake escapade to wish the formation of words. His feet slapped against elaborate tile, cold but not discomforting to him, aside from the few pieces of glass gifted to him by karma. Once the Emperor found out, what would become of his outlandish attempt at escaping? Worse yet, if the Prince found out... They were presented to a rectangular door, a smaller one with less grandiose to it than other parts of the building, not that the merman could discern what made one door fancier than another. It was knocked precisely three times, then opened slowly, with the motion of a guard that the boys were to enter. The room was warm, kept alight and comforted by the crackle of a fire lodged into the wall. Chairs settled around it, long, bleached fabric that had been fixated to legs and cushion-stuffing. A table settled in the middle, topped with books that were dangerously close to toppling from the size of their piles, like knowledge-filled towers. There was a presence in the room, at the side furthest from the dimming light of the flames. A desk, once again, decorated with books, sat a creature content to scribble in ink and write down findings. It had hair not unlike the merman, white and pale, but with more silvery toned strung through-out, fashioned into a thick braid that fell over his robed shoulder. Once again, the eyes were undeniable. A strangely intelligent tone of lime, characteristically spiked by a reptilian pupil. His orbs were partially hidden behind thin, squared spectacles, which now found themselves pulled from his face, one of a man in his thirties, and folded gently between his fingers. "You are not palace staff, nor dragons from what I can pique... so I must inquire, what brings your presence to my attention, gentlemen?" His voice was eloquent, well pronounced in a language that was not his first. Soft, with a grace and upbrought way about it. As too, was the hand that gentle motioned to the chairs in his, as it would appear to be, study. "Do take a seat. The only reason I can fathom that you bless me with a visit is that one or both of you are injured or unwell. Since I can keenly scent your essence, I'll assume you're both bleeding." The tiny crimson rivulets were apparent on Sindre's chest, but it was the blood from Amanti's foot that sought the old creatures nose. Glasses placed upon the bridge of his face once more, the fire dimmed marginally as a log crumbled into ashes. "With lumps on your heads, too. Care to divulge as to how you came to meet with such injuries, gentlemen? So that I may better assess treatment for you both-- it would help to divulge the species you belong to." This man, who stepped akin to a paw-print in the snow and spoke like wings over water, was apparently, Doctor Lei.</s> <\|message\|>Benome He didn't understand, he found himself having these sort of abstract moments increasingly so. Silence blanketed over him once more as he merely observed in the weakened creature from his own solace. Brow furrowing as he failed to understand and perhaps set himself back a few steps backwards even in trying to decipher what might as well be indecipherable or simply was a problem with no solution whatsoever. Perhaps he was just tired and the exhaustion was making him try to create problems and puzzles for himself out of some form of sheer sadism. He wasn't quite sure anymore as he allowed himself to lean most of his weight against the servant. Still eying Sindre in quiet waking repose. Not even wanting to add to his worries by allowing his mind to venture into the realm that questioned what might possibly befall them should the King find out that he had run out to find the creature, never mind if details of their injuries were omitted on part of the guard's. Perhaps he wouldn't know at all. It was much easier to think of this whole incident as never reaching the ears of the King nor his unruly prince, yes...so much simpler to keep that sort of mindset. Then there was only his wound and his awaiting bed, and of course, the creature that he seemed to have now taken under his wing, but that could be dealt with at a later date, to worry about. It was hard to even see the imposing pillars or the lavish tapestries hanging adorning the walls; they were nothing more than red and golden shaded blurs as his eyelids began to droop. The pain in his leg had started to taper into numbness, not because of blood loss thank the heavens, but merely because his own tiredness had finally come crashing down upon his shoulders like tumbling boulder. And like if the simile was real, he was struggling to stay awake or alive in matter of the metaphor-simile, he corrected himself last moment. Shaking his head to try and regain some consciousness, he lifted it up to gaze at the rather humble pair of doors they had been brought to. Slowly, turning his head over to glance at Sindre. Even in his failing consciousness he wanted to make sure that the mer was alright. He wasn't sure if he could trust the guard anymore to treat him well. As the own guard he had been leaning on let go of him, he stumbled, catching himself on the doorframe before he turned to receive Sindre. Taking his arm up and having to awkwardly hold him as he leaned most of his weight on the door. Amanti paused, turning to examine the abode before them; the shades of red having been used rather warmly here rather than outlandishly and pretentiously throughout the rest of the castle, not that Amanti dare ever bring that up to the king who's fondness for the color red seemed to overshadow his taste for lavish golds. Such harsh thoughts could only be formed whilst he was truly exhausted, it seemed. Shaking his head, he tore himself away from the obviously well lived in and furnished setting to that of the man that stood within the heart of the room. Blinking away some of sandman's spell from his eyes as he straightened in attempt to bow low to the man, the motion awkward and difficult with the position he was in. Taking in the man's aged and well worn features, something more than years in the lines etched across his face. The air of which he carried himself reflected what was already made obvious by the stacks of long tilted slabs of books crowding every available corner shelf and desktop. Even his words were lined, laced with wisdom beyond years. And with that wisdom there was a sense of welcoming. A warmth and...unmatching softness that Amanti hadn't heard in quite a while since he had gotten here. Instantly, he felt...what was the word, more at home stepping into the man's office. Bowing his head, he nodded, then limped towards the closest cloth lined chair where he could lay Sindre down upon before he rather apologetically had to drag his own chair over for him to sit himself down into. Keeping his foot lifted to avoid the crimson sanguine fluid from dripping and staining the soft carpet below him. Biting his lip as their own disheveled appearance was assessed, "Forgive me," He was quick to apologize, "For we have not even introduced ourselves and I have never had the...pleasure of meeting you. I am Amanti, Prince of the fae and this is Sindre, a...a mer." The words were a little rushed, perhaps because the man was sleepy and wanted to or perhaps because he wished not to start off rudely; though in case of the former it was hard to tell if either was true. "As, as for our injuries. We..we met with accident along the shoreline. There was.. there was glass upon the shore. And in stepping upon it, I grabbed my companion and caused us both to fall and hurt our heads against the rocks along the waves. My companion of which has suffered worse due to my own folly." He bowed his head, avoiding eye contact with the doctor. Lying was not something he enjoyed doing, but it didn't mean he was that bad at it.</s>	<\|message\|>Jin-Wei Long "A Fae and a Merman." Their species were mostly unknown to him, and his books for a majority. The Palace Doctor was versed in traditional medicine, and, most importantly, of the anatomy of Dragons. Lucid greens watched the pale albino settle on the couch quietly, where it held it's head inbetween it's hands and cradled it's own cranium injuries, bruises that seemed rather extensive and almost disorientating for the creature. "Lei Long. Brother of Emperor Yao, and constant Doctor to his son; my nephew." It would seem Lei was much more specialised than the on-site medical advisor, the way he annunciated it was that perhaps Jin-Wei took up much of his time and study. Then again, that could have been for reasons of mischief, not just medical attention. Robed hands were folded into each other, for a few good minutes after the Prince's tale. Behind the shape of his glasses, thinned greens watched and inspected wordless and without any incline as to what they were searching for. "...Glass upon the shore-line, I could believe, however." The proclaimed Doctor stepped forth and tentatively pulled the albino's hair away from the swollen injuries. There was little blood to speak of, but it was a rather nasty appearance. "I don't think this is falling on the rocks. I've been to the beach, you need to be up the coast to hit rocks-- which are sharp. The fact you've both managed to take a spectacular fall and wound up with blood-less injuries on your heads makes me query your tale. However, I shan't press the matter. I'll offer advice, look a man in the eye when you weave such stories. You recounted that you stepped upon glass. Let me see the injury-- please, prop your foot upon this table and sit down, I'll assess if there's any glass remaining and dress your wound." The books upon the tea-table were slumped onto the ground and motioned, the so called Prince could rest his foot there. Lei, on the other-hand, turned to rummage amidst his own labyrinth of novels and scribblings, until a wooden box, plain as it was, was procured. Flipped open, for a quick inventory check. Bandages, salve, tweezers-- and a few more torturous looking devices that he was going to choose to not divulge in. "I cannot account for your marine friend, but I know them to grow ill when not in their homes." The words may have been true enough, Sindre hadn't spoken or moved since he'd been lead to the couch. He couldn't have been sleeping, but perhaps he simply mourned his pitiful position. Hostage, yet again. Who had been calling on the horn, anyway? Lei settled across the table on the opposing chair, gauze at the ready. "We shall have to be quick, gentlemen. Jin-Wei's condition is a nightly occurrence, and I do believe the moon rises in the sky outside. Once we are done here, go to kitchens, and inform the staff I request you both to eat a light, simple meal and rest swiftly." It sounded like an order for children, to have dinner and go to bed. Clearly the title of 'Prince' didn't sway this Doctor. He spoke to the Fae Prince without any particular caution, treated just as anyone else would be in his care. "I do hope my little brother has been behaving whilst in your company. He's known to have a high strung personality, especially with in conjuction with his son." So, the Doctor was not only a sibling of the Emperor... but he was the older sibling. By far, but he wasn't about to divulge his age, and honestly, he seemed not the slightest bit bothered that his younger brother had seen the throne and not himself. Lei preferred the pursuit of knowledge than politics, after all. "I will also advise you do not wander the palace at night. Nothing frightening goes on, but there are certain things that must stay within these walls. If you understand, that is."</s>
<\|description\|>Benome Age: 19 Short bio: Born half mer, Benome doesn't possess the ability to shape shift between tail and legs like full mers, but rather uses his legs underwater. He can't swim as fast as the others, but makes up for it by being able to stay up longer in air than most mers though he still needs water after a period to keep from drying out. He is also stronger than most mers. Name: Amanti Age: 2008 in human years, 22 in fae years. Species: Fae Short Bio: Fae or better known as a forest spirit, there are many many kinds, ranging from tree spirits to spirits of the sky to water nymphs, but none are so well known and powerful as Prince Amanti, Fae of the four seasons and son of the Father of the Skies and Mother of the earth. Unfortunately, Fae are a very looked down upon species as they are often very passive and docile in nature. Even the fire Faes look after the embers rather than use their blazing powers to take over a kingdom. This leads to them having to often submit to larger empires or kingdoms and make amends. It is simply not their way to fight, though, very few know of their truer powers. Amanti himself is Fae of the Seasons and often changes appearance based on the season or sometimes on his mood: Fall: A kind of inbetween for him, it's usually when he feels mildly excited but not too excited. In simple words; he's comfortable but not over the top. Special feature: There's always a mild breeze blowing around him and he smells like autumn leaves. Once in a while you may hear something crunch when you're touching his hair like the sound of crunchy autumn leaves, but he denies this. Winter: Cool, usually when he's feeling like he needs some time alone or when he just feels like he's not in the mood for anything. Special Feature: Instead of tears, he cries snow flakes, the air is visibly colder around him and water tends to frost in his presence. He glows a pale white in the dark Summer: An obvious mood when he's angry, fired up or excited even. Special Feature: The air around him ranges from warm to hot depending on the intensity of his feeling and he actually glows orange in the dark, brighter than his Winter form. Spring: When he's calm or at peace, which is rare. This is jokingly the sweetest of his phases. Special features: He cries sweet sap if he should need to cry, the air around him smells like sweet spring flowers and every so often you can find a flower or a small leaf tangled in his hair. Don't try to water him though or asks if he needs any sun.</s> <\|message\|>Benome Wood wasn't supposed to hurt him. He knew of the wood fae that lived within the trees of the forest, they respected him enough he would believe, but he must have caused them some form of impeachment. His vision flashed white, then brown as he turned his head up almost in time to receive the blow. His ears rang, deaf to the mocking snub from the guard as he felt the sand cushion his fall. And faintly, he heard the softest chuckle graze his eardrum before the world swam around him. Damn the heart of this world should he lose consciousness though. One blow wouldn't be enough to condemn this planet though. Blinking away the muddy sand from his lashes, he shook his head and pressed one palm into the fickle surface and pushed himself back up. White grains of sand clinging to his hair, hidden amongst the golden locks. His eyes blazed even beneath his shut eyelids, the light seeping through like sunlight from a curtained window. Burning to the unfortunate bedridden individual, piercing like high beams through the darkness as he stared down at the sand burying his fingers. The cool air was choked with the grittiness of the grains scraping his throat, but all the same he inhaled and exhaled, slowly and surely as if he had to make sure each breath of air was monitored comprehensively to avoid filling his lungs with too much or not enough. The soft rasp from the forgotten creature drew his attention. His shoulders slumping as he toned down the brightness and heat he was emitting, taking in the weedy nature that was a direct product only from the thrashing of the guard. His fingers curled in the sand, what gave anyone the right to reduce another to this state? If not for the soft footfalls trekking over the sand, the single guard stood before them would know just how lucky he was to have avoided what might've been. As the rest of the guard came to surround them, he lifted his head, refusing to let a single blow completely dislodge his senses even if the area around his forehead was feeling rather sore and tender at the moment and his vision was still blurred and indecisive. He refused to let a single blow dislodge all of his senses though, lifting his head to stare up at the stranger faces. Their garb no doubt revealed they were of the palace though and should Amanti choose to recognize any of them, they'd be in trouble from the cloth they dawned alone. That was the last thing on his mind now though. "Take, Take him to the doctor and see that he is tended to and given adequate meals. Let him eat on his own choice. I do not wish to hear complaints from him that you have mistreated a creature belonging to me." His own command was perhaps dampened by him having to be helped to his feet by another, his own foot still askew to a side so as to not to aggravate the raggedly bandaged wound. Refusing the wince as he listened to them prattle on worriedly in how they could possibly cover up such a blunder on their companion's part. Amanti didn't feel like speaking up and soothing their worries, for now he just wanted to be treated to this Dr "Lei" and for the night to end on a sleepless, hungry note. For now though, as long as they feared, they would follow his orders even if his own position held no real standing in this place other than as a 'guest of the Emperor." Limping besides the carried creature, his ears pricked at the raspy utterance the creature was trying to form into words, "Hush now, Sindre. You're going to be taken care off now, there isn't anything to worry about." He soothed, gazing at the Mer, eyes drawn to the bruises he had sustained during the brutal clobbering. He could no longer see the guard, but rest assured he would be well informed of his mistake. Again, Amanti pushed that out of his mind, glad to leave the dark unsure sand of the shore to the comparable warmth of the palace once more, letting himself be led by the guards, hoping that their entrance wouldn't arouse sleeping minds. Then again, who knew what was lurking within the walls?</s> <\|message\|>Jin-Wei Long "I fear... there iss much to worry about." It was a solemn regard, spoken by the pale creature of which turned his head akin to an animal, peeking the looming command that was the Dragons Palace. If only such a place lay in ruin, if only it were to crumble into fine particles of forgotten affluence and buried under it's own arrogance. The creatures who ran the show were curiously unforgiving. Judging by the reptilian eyes, they seemed to be the only ones of Dragon descent, the Emperor and his little, bitter-hearted hier. Sindre thought, on any other day, he would be comforted by the promise of care and food on his terms, but this world above the surface wrung any sense of luxury from the proposal. There. Large, imposing crimson pillars welcomed them with an impressively sized gate. The walk to the palace had been silent on many parties-- no one had anything worth saying another, and Sindre considered himself a little too stunned from his fake escapade to wish the formation of words. His feet slapped against elaborate tile, cold but not discomforting to him, aside from the few pieces of glass gifted to him by karma. Once the Emperor found out, what would become of his outlandish attempt at escaping? Worse yet, if the Prince found out... They were presented to a rectangular door, a smaller one with less grandiose to it than other parts of the building, not that the merman could discern what made one door fancier than another. It was knocked precisely three times, then opened slowly, with the motion of a guard that the boys were to enter. The room was warm, kept alight and comforted by the crackle of a fire lodged into the wall. Chairs settled around it, long, bleached fabric that had been fixated to legs and cushion-stuffing. A table settled in the middle, topped with books that were dangerously close to toppling from the size of their piles, like knowledge-filled towers. There was a presence in the room, at the side furthest from the dimming light of the flames. A desk, once again, decorated with books, sat a creature content to scribble in ink and write down findings. It had hair not unlike the merman, white and pale, but with more silvery toned strung through-out, fashioned into a thick braid that fell over his robed shoulder. Once again, the eyes were undeniable. A strangely intelligent tone of lime, characteristically spiked by a reptilian pupil. His orbs were partially hidden behind thin, squared spectacles, which now found themselves pulled from his face, one of a man in his thirties, and folded gently between his fingers. "You are not palace staff, nor dragons from what I can pique... so I must inquire, what brings your presence to my attention, gentlemen?" His voice was eloquent, well pronounced in a language that was not his first. Soft, with a grace and upbrought way about it. As too, was the hand that gentle motioned to the chairs in his, as it would appear to be, study. "Do take a seat. The only reason I can fathom that you bless me with a visit is that one or both of you are injured or unwell. Since I can keenly scent your essence, I'll assume you're both bleeding." The tiny crimson rivulets were apparent on Sindre's chest, but it was the blood from Amanti's foot that sought the old creatures nose. Glasses placed upon the bridge of his face once more, the fire dimmed marginally as a log crumbled into ashes. "With lumps on your heads, too. Care to divulge as to how you came to meet with such injuries, gentlemen? So that I may better assess treatment for you both-- it would help to divulge the species you belong to." This man, who stepped akin to a paw-print in the snow and spoke like wings over water, was apparently, Doctor Lei.</s>	<\|message\|>Benome He didn't understand, he found himself having these sort of abstract moments increasingly so. Silence blanketed over him once more as he merely observed in the weakened creature from his own solace. Brow furrowing as he failed to understand and perhaps set himself back a few steps backwards even in trying to decipher what might as well be indecipherable or simply was a problem with no solution whatsoever. Perhaps he was just tired and the exhaustion was making him try to create problems and puzzles for himself out of some form of sheer sadism. He wasn't quite sure anymore as he allowed himself to lean most of his weight against the servant. Still eying Sindre in quiet waking repose. Not even wanting to add to his worries by allowing his mind to venture into the realm that questioned what might possibly befall them should the King find out that he had run out to find the creature, never mind if details of their injuries were omitted on part of the guard's. Perhaps he wouldn't know at all. It was much easier to think of this whole incident as never reaching the ears of the King nor his unruly prince, yes...so much simpler to keep that sort of mindset. Then there was only his wound and his awaiting bed, and of course, the creature that he seemed to have now taken under his wing, but that could be dealt with at a later date, to worry about. It was hard to even see the imposing pillars or the lavish tapestries hanging adorning the walls; they were nothing more than red and golden shaded blurs as his eyelids began to droop. The pain in his leg had started to taper into numbness, not because of blood loss thank the heavens, but merely because his own tiredness had finally come crashing down upon his shoulders like tumbling boulder. And like if the simile was real, he was struggling to stay awake or alive in matter of the metaphor-simile, he corrected himself last moment. Shaking his head to try and regain some consciousness, he lifted it up to gaze at the rather humble pair of doors they had been brought to. Slowly, turning his head over to glance at Sindre. Even in his failing consciousness he wanted to make sure that the mer was alright. He wasn't sure if he could trust the guard anymore to treat him well. As the own guard he had been leaning on let go of him, he stumbled, catching himself on the doorframe before he turned to receive Sindre. Taking his arm up and having to awkwardly hold him as he leaned most of his weight on the door. Amanti paused, turning to examine the abode before them; the shades of red having been used rather warmly here rather than outlandishly and pretentiously throughout the rest of the castle, not that Amanti dare ever bring that up to the king who's fondness for the color red seemed to overshadow his taste for lavish golds. Such harsh thoughts could only be formed whilst he was truly exhausted, it seemed. Shaking his head, he tore himself away from the obviously well lived in and furnished setting to that of the man that stood within the heart of the room. Blinking away some of sandman's spell from his eyes as he straightened in attempt to bow low to the man, the motion awkward and difficult with the position he was in. Taking in the man's aged and well worn features, something more than years in the lines etched across his face. The air of which he carried himself reflected what was already made obvious by the stacks of long tilted slabs of books crowding every available corner shelf and desktop. Even his words were lined, laced with wisdom beyond years. And with that wisdom there was a sense of welcoming. A warmth and...unmatching softness that Amanti hadn't heard in quite a while since he had gotten here. Instantly, he felt...what was the word, more at home stepping into the man's office. Bowing his head, he nodded, then limped towards the closest cloth lined chair where he could lay Sindre down upon before he rather apologetically had to drag his own chair over for him to sit himself down into. Keeping his foot lifted to avoid the crimson sanguine fluid from dripping and staining the soft carpet below him. Biting his lip as their own disheveled appearance was assessed, "Forgive me," He was quick to apologize, "For we have not even introduced ourselves and I have never had the...pleasure of meeting you. I am Amanti, Prince of the fae and this is Sindre, a...a mer." The words were a little rushed, perhaps because the man was sleepy and wanted to or perhaps because he wished not to start off rudely; though in case of the former it was hard to tell if either was true. "As, as for our injuries. We..we met with accident along the shoreline. There was.. there was glass upon the shore. And in stepping upon it, I grabbed my companion and caused us both to fall and hurt our heads against the rocks along the waves. My companion of which has suffered worse due to my own folly." He bowed his head, avoiding eye contact with the doctor. Lying was not something he enjoyed doing, but it didn't mean he was that bad at it.</s>
<\|description\|>Benome Age: 19 Short bio: Born half mer, Benome doesn't possess the ability to shape shift between tail and legs like full mers, but rather uses his legs underwater. He can't swim as fast as the others, but makes up for it by being able to stay up longer in air than most mers though he still needs water after a period to keep from drying out. He is also stronger than most mers. Name: Amanti Age: 2008 in human years, 22 in fae years. Species: Fae Short Bio: Fae or better known as a forest spirit, there are many many kinds, ranging from tree spirits to spirits of the sky to water nymphs, but none are so well known and powerful as Prince Amanti, Fae of the four seasons and son of the Father of the Skies and Mother of the earth. Unfortunately, Fae are a very looked down upon species as they are often very passive and docile in nature. Even the fire Faes look after the embers rather than use their blazing powers to take over a kingdom. This leads to them having to often submit to larger empires or kingdoms and make amends. It is simply not their way to fight, though, very few know of their truer powers. Amanti himself is Fae of the Seasons and often changes appearance based on the season or sometimes on his mood: Fall: A kind of inbetween for him, it's usually when he feels mildly excited but not too excited. In simple words; he's comfortable but not over the top. Special feature: There's always a mild breeze blowing around him and he smells like autumn leaves. Once in a while you may hear something crunch when you're touching his hair like the sound of crunchy autumn leaves, but he denies this. Winter: Cool, usually when he's feeling like he needs some time alone or when he just feels like he's not in the mood for anything. Special Feature: Instead of tears, he cries snow flakes, the air is visibly colder around him and water tends to frost in his presence. He glows a pale white in the dark Summer: An obvious mood when he's angry, fired up or excited even. Special Feature: The air around him ranges from warm to hot depending on the intensity of his feeling and he actually glows orange in the dark, brighter than his Winter form. Spring: When he's calm or at peace, which is rare. This is jokingly the sweetest of his phases. Special features: He cries sweet sap if he should need to cry, the air around him smells like sweet spring flowers and every so often you can find a flower or a small leaf tangled in his hair. Don't try to water him though or asks if he needs any sun.</s> <\|message\|>Benome Of course, he shouldn't have been so silly under Doctor's orders. One last nod to the Dragon and a little guilt flickering as he observed the man, still somewhat stooped in age, bending down to replace his fallen books and show a sign of his own exhaustion. He really was such a troublesome guest, he supposed, and all on the first day of his visit. Night hadn't even passed yet. He let out a silent sigh, less of it attributed to him having to better support the Mer's weight upon him since his prior plan of supporting one another didn't seem to work out very favorably. He did not mind that Sindre had to cling, but he wished the Mer wasn't so tall and cumbersome. He had never quite known what it was like to 'learn' how to walk, to suddenly know how to not use one's own limbs, but he figured the Mer was completely new to what could be considered alien appendages to him. The height difference forced him to reach up awkwardly to loop his arms around the Mer's side and support his chest wholly as they made their way forward. At least, the Mer responding to his speaking encouraged the Fae as he broke from his completely despondent state, perhaps he was only ever so withdrawn and walled off when he was in the presence of others or perhaps in the presence of more than one person. He could understand not liking crowds, the feeling was all too familiar to him at times, but even more so was the feeling of not being around enough people. The Fae might have sighed once more if not for the Mer's sweetly naive and simple curiosity, a small smile tugging up at the corners of his lips as he tried to elaborate, "Well, it's a place where many of us return to sleep to at night. It's...a piece of furniture or-" He trailed off, having to ponder his next words a little, "-functional decoration if you will. I will show you what it is once we get back to my room." And it was almost becoming comfortable supporting the Mer creature or at least speaking to him was well enough to overshadow the burden of the awkward tangling of limbs and movements until they reached their destination. The Mer's words did confuse him a little though, the smile slipping off his face as his brow knit. Strange sounds? In the midst of a dark starless night, sounding into his room? A longing sound? That threw him off, but did nay sway what he said next, "Perhaps it is merely your imagination Sindre, especially on the land, you might well be disorientated or even just hungry if you had not yet eaten then. I'm sure you'll feel of clearer mind once you're rested and fed." He paused and stared down at the floor before he lifted his head, processing the rest of the clashing hisses, "And, you do not want to go back to the sea?" That seemed like a sudden decision even on the creature's part, especially when before he seemed to have no qualms when the Fae spoke of getting him back to the ocean's depths, "That, seems like a colossal decision, Sindre." He said quietly, "Maybe you should rest before you make any big decisions. Here," He patted the mattress next to Sindre after he had set him down upon it, "This is what we call a bed and..a bath is ,from what I understand, a container that people fill with water to wash themselves in, though I know that at times, they merely wish to soak themselves and relax in the waters. I have not yet seen my own, but it may be big enough to accommodate you for the night." He tried to make do with hand gestures, pretending to outline the figure of a tub; hopefully suffice to explain it's width and size. He thought he had explained it adequately enough for the Mer to understand. He wondered what else the Mer would not know about though, he didn't think there was very much beneath the waves to know. Never mind, Amanti would address it once the subject was brought up. "Don't worry too much about it, just rest here and think about it a little bit while I get you something to eat okay?" Leaning over the bed, he tugged at the blanket that he'd discarded earlier after use as a curtain. Without thinking, he drew it over the Mer's shoulders, letting it drape across him like a cloak before he turned on his heel and very carefully kicked the carpet over the remaining pieces of shattered glass to hopefully avoid future injury. A small wave to the Mer and another quick assurance that he'd be back soon and he was out of the door. His foot felt much better, a little numb at the very least. He could well remember his way towards the dining room, after having run from there all the way back to the room when he had heard the Mer had gone. He figured that the kitchen would not be far off from there, if not right next to the room in a much small cooking area. Though, everything seemed so extravagant, he wasn't sure what to expect entering said facility.</s> <\|message\|>Jin-Wei Long "My dessicion iss mine. I do not wissh to return to the ssea." His apparent choice was spoken with a touch more gusto than prior, as if to reiterate to his 'owner' that he had truly decided to leave water entirely. A creature whom, having little knowledge of the more humanoid anatomy, must have no realised the consequences of his choice. How could this being possibly wish to continue a life with legs, when now, even the blanket that had graciously been draped across the vaguely broad definition of pale shoulders had seen to it that his crest turned anxiously. Why had Amanti placed this odd, soft coating upon him? Was it for decency? Speaking of, Sindre's attention was drawn to the attire he had put on without a thought. A shirt that was a little too large with buttons he couldn't master, and trousers that persisted on being a touch too small. He'd be sure to wriggle out of these god-awful clothing. Once Amanti had left him to his own devices, Sindre had little but the rumble of his stomach to keep him company, and the thoughts that coursed through-out his pained crest. Just who or what had created that sound on the beach? Bright rubies moved to admire the remains of the sunset in the curtained balcony, but all peace left him when the moonlight bounced from the bobbing waters of his home. A frown greeted their welcoming sparkles, it was as if the sea-shore was inviting him to re-consider his hasty choice of abode. He shook his head once. No, he would not return. For he had heard of a better place, with kinder people, than the treacherous surf he had grown accustomed to. A place where a certain Fae claimed to have hailed. = = = Perhaps Amanti had not expected Jin-Wei, then. The Draconian beast evidently hadn't expected the Fae, either. Not when he was blatantly holding a platter of less than delicious looking piscine selections. Spikes from fish that puffed up, spines from eels and stingers from aquatic delicacies-- everything that no one would eat. Not even to give to a dog. "Well well well. Look who's here. 'Fraid the kitchen is closed, you should have eaten your din-din's when we gave it to you. Might have saved me a bruise if you had done-- but that's fine, I know where I stand with you, 'Prince'." There was nothing friendly about Jin-Wei. His voice was often hollow with little tone or emotion behind it, but his words meant ill. His face never seemed to express anything other than dull observation, but it was all too apparent he could provoke-- and be provoked in the very emotion his face lacked. "Nice stunt with the door, by the way-- but try come up with your own revenge than some knock-off of what I've done. It's so not cool. Even so, I knew you couldn't keep up the goody-two-shoes act, and I'm glad about that. I hate the whimsical, never-do-wrong guys who's flaw is their just so shy." Oh dear. Well. Now that Jin had glimpsed into why he apparently disdained the Prince so, he seemed ready to shove him out the way and leave, playing a little game of innie-mennie-minnie-moe with the selection of inedible fish. Let's see Amanti top this one, huh? Sandals stepped away from the catering area with a determined stride, one powered by revenge and mischief rolled into one child, a Prince with too much time to spare and too little to lose from his actions. "I can tell by your foot you met Uncle Lei. I wonder what you went and did to have to go and see him. Maybe I'll swing by and ask him after I give your pet some scraps." He must have meant his horrible meal that he'd all but slain in the kitchen, given the bloodied knives and disregard for the fish sprawled across the tiled floors. All the same, they had been cut rather professionally despite the mess, clean cuts without any hack and slash, as if the Prince held some talent, background or passion for culinary arts. Unlike him, perhaps.</s>	<\|message\|>Benome The light flooding in abundantly from the open door should've been a clue, but Amanti was naïve enough to think that perhaps someone had left a flame on or that it was normal to leave the lights on in the darkness of the night. With more thought, he might've suspected a late night snacker other than himself had chosen to occupy the kitchen and pantry at this particular time, but never did he think he'd come face to face with the imperious prince expertly dicing through and plating an assortment piscine and cephalopods; very few of which Amanti could recognize and name through their less 'friendly' spinose body segments. He froze in the door way, hands placed cautiously against the frame as his silver eyes met the gold flecked orbs of the draconian prince. The latter speaking sooner than the man could fully process and respond to the coincidental conventionality of the situation. Springing to attention as he was addressed even with the venomous condescending tongue of the prince, he straightened and tilted his head up further; not exactly shifting away from his meeker stance. It took him precious seconds longer to find his tongue and voice hiding in the back of his own throat and even in all that time, his mind was still piecing together some form of response to the Prince's cutting greeting. His tongue seemed more ready than his emotions, but Amanti was searching for response, not rebuff, "It is, peculiar that I should see you tonight as well, Prince Jin Wei." He bowed his head and kept his gaze to the floor though the platter of unappetizing seafood made his mind and stomach uneasy and queasy, he had a bad feeling; no almost instinctual knowing that the Prince was probably up to mischief, "Forgive me for being so hasty in my departure from the dinner table, but-" He began, but cut himself off almost as simultaneously as Jin Wei did when the Prince opened his mouth once more. It was then, then that the Fae wasn't afraid to lift his head and meet the man's gaze full on, silver eyes as bright and piercing as the ever watching full moon, but clouded with confusion at mention of some door and more jibs and jaunty barbs at his personality that seemed vaguely insulting despite...well, it was confusing simply put and Amanti didn't quite grasp it. His brow furrowing as he stared up at the prince before his gaze, the silver of his eyes flickering between a full, half and crescent moon every so often, slid over to the platter that the prince indicated. Almost on cue, he stepped back when Jin Wei approached him, taking that stride as intent to leave the room and subsequently the conversation on that note. His lips pressing together in a thin line and his right foot slid back and hid behind his left as Jin Wei made that observation, "I stepped on some loose shards of glass, that is all." He offered as explanation, hurriedly before his attention was once more brought back to the platter Jin Wei carried and then to the mucus and blood that stained the kitchen floor, fish scales glittering up in the light and the disemboweled creature in question staring up as if disbelieving of it's fate. It made the Fae, who dare not touch meat, feel sick. The boy's cut was expert, but all else seemed rather sloppy. As his stomach churned furiously, having nothing to squeeze and regurgitate out, the Fae once again turned to the man and his deadly plate, "You can't serve that to Sindre! It.." he paused, realizing he had spoken out of place, "He may not find it edible to his species," Bowing his head, he took a breath and bowed, "Please, there must be something from the sea that he can eat without worry. I know it may have taken great effort on your part to prepare such, delicacies for him and I, but I do not think it will suit his needs. Let me apologise on his part."</s>
<\|description\|>Kara Roberts Age: 23 Personality: +Kind hearted +Strong willed +Dexterous +Smart +Quick Thinker -Bad with weapons -Afraid of close quarters combat -Emotional -Haunted by memories -Generally avoids combat Biography: Kara was born into a survivor camp just north of Virginia, the camp welcomed anybody it could find. 16 years after her birth a power struggle began in the camp, it was split into two halves. One half consisted of those who wanted survival over all else, wanting to remove the weak from the camp. The other half being the opposite, keeping other people alive, able bodied or not. Kara found herself as an ambassador between the two groups, helping to resolve the struggle. Fights broke out between the two groups and many people died, until eventually the strong left, leaving Kara in a group with the weak. Kara managed to keep this group going for 7 years, drawing in more and more members. At the age of 16 she met a girl called Anna, the two quickly became lovers. Some of the more powerful members of the group heard about the relationship between Kara and Anna and urged that it be stopped, claiming "If the women get together, no children will be born and the future will be lost". Kara understood this but loved Anna too much to stop, they were quickly kicked out from the group and forced to survive on their own. Kara and Anna began heading south towards Virginia, it was their only hope of survival, there must be something there for them. But as they entered Virginia tragedy struck. Kara and Anna were attacked by the langue, and Anna sacrificed herself to save Kara. Now she wanders alone, hoping to find somebody, anybody. Relationships: Anna (deceased): Kara's lover for 7 years, murdered by a langue James and Sharon (deceased: Kara's parents, died shortly after her birth. Lens and Iris: I don't like it but I have no choice but to stick with these two for now, chances are they're waiting for the opportunity to kill me. I may have to get them first.</s> <\|message\|>Iris Jane Barret As the two weary travelers came across the slowly decaying sign, Iris raised her eyebrows in an odd mix of confusion and shock. The sign was illuminated by the bright daylight. "Hey Len, What's that sign say right there?" she called, her southern drawl seeping from her lips, as she pointed. Len gazed at the bent cigarrette from the crumpled pack in his hand, glaring. It was getting harder and harder to find a decent smoke in the world these days. Sighing, he flipped his zippo lighter, letting the flame lick the tip of his smoke. Taking in a deep breath, he blew a ring of grey into the air, before looking over at Iris as she called out to him. "Whaddaya want, Iris?" He asked, a drawl in his voice to match hers. The question was rhetorical, of course. He'd go see what she wanted regardless. Taking a few steps forward, hand resting habitually on the stock of his crossbow, he stared at the sign that Iris was pointing to. Squinting his eyes in the blazing sun, he read alloud: "Well-come to Virginia. Thas' all it says, Iris. Well, wait jes a sec now, we got some graffiti." Stepping closer, he inspected something that was carved into the sign. "Don't feed the Langue….the fuck would someone be a-feedin' them damn Earthworms for anyway? The fuck is wrong with people?" Iris looked at the letters on the sign as Len read them, she supposed that made sense, her illiteracy didn't help much in the matter. "I could name lotsa' things wrong with people, but I ain't here to write your biography." she teased, pushing his shoulder playfully hard as they began to trek into this new found land: Virginia Len took another long drag from the cigarette, and lightly blew smoke in Iris' face as she pushed him, letting out a chuckle. [b] "Sheeeiiiit, ain't like you could read none o what you was writin' anyway, Iris, so I 'spect I'm safe." Laughing, and realizing he might pay for that little comeback, he tossed the butt of his cigarette on the ground, crushing it beneath his large boots. He looked into Iris' eyes for a long moment, remembering some of their childhood together. He gave her shit sure, but if someone else dared say that to her they'd be eating their teeth. Or a langue would be eating them, if they were lucky. He chuckled again, fondly remembering the time he got into a fight with a merchant back when they still had a group of people. Iris had kept him from getting flat kicked out. Of course, when you took a swing at the only guy in the group that knew how to "procure" things, it tended to piss people off. "We got ourselves a way's yet to go, Iris." Len said, pulling out his atlas of the US, and pointing to some distant hills. "Over yonder a ways is where we wanna be a walkin.' 'Course, there's bound to be some a them Earthworms floatin' around." Len flashed his teeth in a grin. "Same ones some dumbasses been feedin,' I recon." A grimace swept across Iris' face as the smoke of the cigarette was blown rudely into her face. She didn't like that Len took up such nasty habits, but was getting used to it regardless. Rolling her dark almond eyes she ignored his comment about her not being able to read or write, as they glanced at one another- holding their gaze. Iris looked away first, which caused Len to pull the atlas from his bag and look up their direction. Iris nodded painfully as he spoke, they had been traveling what seemed like forever. "I've been wishing some dumbass would feed me." she groaned, as the two walked slowly side by side. "With that note, do ya' think we could stop for some grub? I know you got some of that squirrel still." she cooed, giving him a small pout as she stopped in her tracks. "I'll make the fire if you skin it!" she pleaded, getting to work on the fire before Len could disagree with her. A hungry woman was worst than a langue any day. It wasn't long before the two had a fire roaring, the smell of a slow cooking squirrel being drifted through the air. The last few days it had been raining, so this bright spring day was considered quite a blessing for any living creature.</s> <\|message\|>Kara Roberts Kara was wandering the rough lands of Virginia alone, her messy red hair blowing gently in the wind. She had been without human contact for 3 months now and all she had left was a locket around her neck and a few lousy makeshift weapons. She was running out of water and food, I can't go on much longer... she thought to herself. Off in the corner of her eye she could see something slightly resembling a light, Kara decided to get closer, having no other real choice. As she got closer the light source became clear to her, a flame with two people sat next to it. She raised her makeshift projecticle launcher forward and approached slowly, aiming it towards the pair "Grab any weapons and I'll shoot!" Kara shouted this towards the couple, her voice timid and weak "I don't want to harm you" She shouted again, getting closer.</s> <\|message\|>Len Sclera IRIS LEN ******* Len was enjoying the warmth of the fire, his assault rifle laying a few feet away, crossbow right next to the log he was relaxing on. He looked over at Iris, smiling as he bit into some squirrel. "This is the life, ain't it? Sittin' in the while, eatin' food ya hunt with yer own bow. Goddamn, if it weren't for the Langue hangin' around, this would be the perfect life, ya know? Must've been amazing, in the days before those overgrown worms took over." Taking another bite of squirrel, he set the tiny little leg down, sighing. He felt a bit stupid, nostalgic for a time he never even knew. But that's how it was these days. He was about to say something else, when he heard someone yell; "Grab any weapons and I'll shoot. I don't want to harm you!" Len rolled his eyes, turning a steely gaze towards Iris. "Son of a beeoch, Iris...we jes' can't catch us a break, can we? It's always somethin' I suppose." Raising his hands slowly above his head, he sighed heavily, once more rolling his eyes in exasperation, and turned to face whomever had spoken. He was shocked to see a young looking redhead aiming….something at him.It looked like a makeshift weapon of some sort, something crudely thrown together. He noted how timid she sounded she'd spoken. He looked at her, eyes flitting up and down. Yeah he was checking her out, how could he not? He wasn't dead after all. But the nerve of her, to just walk right up to them like that. He turned back to Iris, then shrugged, and lowered his arms, slowly beginning to roll up his sleeves. "Ya know what, Iris? Screw this crap, I ain't havin' someone with a freaking ghetto-ass sling threatin' me." he began to glare at the woman before him, eyes furrowing heavily. "Awright miss, you wanna go? You wanna fuck with us? Fine, you and me, right fuckin' now. I'm ready to dance, let's do this. Throw your pussy weapon away, and let's tangle girl. I love me a good fight, ain't that right Iris?" With those words, he started forward, slightly raising his arms and lowering his body, a street fighting stance, relaxed, eyes glittering with delight. WHAAAAAAAAAP The sound of Iris' hand slapping against the back of Len's head echoed only slightly. What she had lacked in intelligence she made up with speed. "Ya' just can't go around beating up ladies!" Iris argued, annoyed that she hadn't even gotten a bite of her food yet before this woman showed up. She turned to the red head, looking a tad bit apologetic but mostly annoyed. "Y'all have to excuse my brother, he ain't got no type of manners. We don't have much on us, but if you want make some type of deal we can do that." she spoke, carefully eyeing the weapon she held pointed at them. Len gasped in surprise as Iris' hand connected with his head. He turned towards her, startled, dropping his hands and rubbing his head. "Hey, what the hell??" he murmured, looking hurt. He raised an eyebrow as she mentioned not going around beating women. "Oh come on, dad did it all the time!!" he exclaimed, eyes wide. "'Sides, she's the one who came up to us, holdin' a cotton-pickin' weapon, threatin' you an' me. If any gal ever deserved a beatin', this one does!" Folding his arms over his chest, Len listened as Iris spoke to the woman, glaring at her. He rolled his eyes as Iris told the newcommer that he never had any manners. "But she don't have no manners, neither," he argued, if possible, eyes narrowing even further. Scoffing at the idea of a deal, he turned to face Iris again, arms still folded over his chest. "Wait, what? Trade? With someone tryin' to steal from us? What kinda' survivors are we, lettin' people jes' do that crap? Damn, Iris, why don't we jes' go a wavin' a neon sign, say's 'bitches ready to be robbed, come one, come all' over our pretty lil' heads. Sheeeiiit. That's how things go, 'round here. Lettin' this gal take 'vantage of us." He glared coldly at the red-head, jerking a thumb in her direction. "Be different if she'd jes' said please or somethin', ya know? Goddamn youth these days, sheeiit." Blinking slowly, Iris listened to Len bitch on and on about things. "Maybe if you stopped running your damn mouth the lady could have had time to say something!" Iris growled back, raising her voice, "The only sign you should be waving is one that says you're a big, dumb, langue loving, squirrel sucking, smelly, inbred… ass!" she screamed back. Iris was hungry, so how could anyone blame her? Before Len had time to think, Iris charged at Len pushing him as hard as she could, toppling over their slow cooker (stick) and knocking the remaining squirrel into the fire below. Iris stopped, and it seemed the world stopped turning on it's axis as well as the slow motion of the squirrel falling to it's death repeated several times in Iris' head. Whipping her half shaved head at the woman she smiled with a cheeky grin. "You'll have to excuse' us for a minute." she chirped, before turning to the grounded Len and springing on top of him- her legs straddled above his chest. She began slapping him violently across the face, yelling things that not even Iris quite understood.</s>	<\|message\|>Kara Roberts Kara noted the pair fighting and slowly approached closer, grabbing the crossbow from next to the rock. She aimed this at Iris, though not quite sure how it works "Get up!" She shouted as loud as she could, the fear in her voice getting more obvious. I should just run, Anna wouldn't have gotten this close she thought to herself</s>
<\|description\|>Kara Roberts Age: 23 Personality: +Kind hearted +Strong willed +Dexterous +Smart +Quick Thinker -Bad with weapons -Afraid of close quarters combat -Emotional -Haunted by memories -Generally avoids combat Biography: Kara was born into a survivor camp just north of Virginia, the camp welcomed anybody it could find. 16 years after her birth a power struggle began in the camp, it was split into two halves. One half consisted of those who wanted survival over all else, wanting to remove the weak from the camp. The other half being the opposite, keeping other people alive, able bodied or not. Kara found herself as an ambassador between the two groups, helping to resolve the struggle. Fights broke out between the two groups and many people died, until eventually the strong left, leaving Kara in a group with the weak. Kara managed to keep this group going for 7 years, drawing in more and more members. At the age of 16 she met a girl called Anna, the two quickly became lovers. Some of the more powerful members of the group heard about the relationship between Kara and Anna and urged that it be stopped, claiming "If the women get together, no children will be born and the future will be lost". Kara understood this but loved Anna too much to stop, they were quickly kicked out from the group and forced to survive on their own. Kara and Anna began heading south towards Virginia, it was their only hope of survival, there must be something there for them. But as they entered Virginia tragedy struck. Kara and Anna were attacked by the langue, and Anna sacrificed herself to save Kara. Now she wanders alone, hoping to find somebody, anybody. Relationships: Anna (deceased): Kara's lover for 7 years, murdered by a langue James and Sharon (deceased: Kara's parents, died shortly after her birth. Lens and Iris: I don't like it but I have no choice but to stick with these two for now, chances are they're waiting for the opportunity to kill me. I may have to get them first.</s> <\|message\|>Kara Roberts Kara followed behind at a safe distance, not too far, but not too close. She was still shaking, the langue could easily show up any moment now and kill Len and Irs. Then she would be alone ago, she seemed to have a knack for surviving unforgiving odds. "Hey uh, where exactly are we going?" In her mind Kara imagined a huge compound, full of people all living happily. It would be like the langue didn't exist. Everytime she blinked she could see it again, her parents would be there, her mentor would be there. But most importantly Anna would be there, sweet innocent Anna with her beautiful blue eyes and long blonde hair. Kara had thought about giving up many times, finding a way to kill herself. But Anna wouldn't want that, she always had a dream and Kara was going to make sure it happened. Every night back at the sanctuary Kara and Anna would climb up onto the roof of the living quarters and watch the sunset together, cuddling. "We're gon' expand this place" Anna would say this every time "Find new people, repopulate." Kara would always just sit and listen to Anna talk about her plan "My father reckoned there's a way to kill all the langue, he never told me what though. But I'm gon' find it Kara, you can trust me on that. And when I do, we're gonna get married and have a family of our own. It'll be like this never happened!" Kara's eyes opened and she was back to reality, her eyes began to well up again. "Anna..." she said to herself, though Len and Iris could hear her quite well</s> <\|message\|>Alex "Rocket" Jones Alex listened from the shadows of the trees as the trio seemed to calm down enough to communicate with each other. Alex was liking the man's style more and more. He had a cool approach to everything, even when the redhead was pointing a crossbow at his friend. He even got in between it and his friend, improbably guessing that the redhead lacked the guts to fire on the two of them. And he spoke in such a way that Alex knew he meant business. Alex shivered again as the rain began to start, holding back a growl. Great, right as her clothes were starting to get dry. She watched as the man pushed past the redhead, with his friend with the cool hair following close behind. Both of them pushed past the girl violently. It was clear to see who was the easier target. The redhead seemed to be too scared to move, easy pickings. Alex waited until it seemed like the man and the woman were a distance away before she began to creep out of the trees, still keeping hidden. She needed the element of surprise. But right as she was making herself seen she noticed something. The redhead was crying. Alex swallowed, tense. And then quickly ducked back into the trees as the girl ran past her, trying to catch up. Alex let out a soft curse, knowing the redhead wouldn't be able to hear her. She half expected the man and woman to laugh her off. What could the two of them do with such an emotional weakling? Bait maybe. She was mostly angry at her loss of a good target. Alex rolled her eyes, trying to compose herself. The redhead likely didn't have anything on her. Her painfully empty stomach forced her to check the abandoned fire pit, to see if any of the squirrel remained. But there was nothing but dust. She looked up at the three figures, now pretty far away. Maybe they would eventually kick out the redhead. Or better yet, lead Alex to something. She followed behind the three, keeping as slow and quiet as she could. She was getting pretty close to them, but something was making it hard to walk. The ground and mud felt loose and shifty. Alex nearly found herself stumbling, catching herself. But not before letting out a curse and a gasp.</s> <\|message\|>Espen HolterThe Hunter "What about here Rose?" He didn't hear any kind of response. He never got a response. No matter how many times Espen asked the teddy bear the stuffed animal remained silent. Espen glanced at the lofty tree. If Rose doesn't think this is a suitable resting place then Espen doesn't. The man squeezed the plushie closer to himself before trudging away from the possible hideous sepulcher. After only a few steps, he felt his finger get lightly prodded. Espen peered down at the toy to find a small flower stem sticking out of it. The stem's discoloration showed the flowers that filled the teddy bear were dying which Espen couldn't allow. His trudging gradually turned into jogging as he looked around the area for flowers. Eventually, he came across some roses that not only looked nice but would partially mask the stench of his decaying sister's body. Espen cut away at the stems of multiple flowers with his knife until he could fill his coat pockets and hands with the aromatic flowers. Should be eno- Espen's thoughts were interrupted by the angry boom of thunder. Well... shit. He didn't wanna get soaked or eaten so Espen sprinted towards the closest shelter to him, some old (hopefully) uninhabited buildings. Once inside some structure with a roof he placed Rose onto the ground and proceeded to undo the stitches that kept the bear's cloth together. The moment he did so he saw her. Rose's body surrounded by equally lifeless lilies. Espen's attempt at holding back tears was absolutely pointless. He was hunched over the corpse, crying and sobbing. One of the reasons he entered this place was to stay dry and his tears falling onto Rose made entering here somewhat pointless. He slowly removed all of the dead lilies and replaced them with the newly picked roses then sewed the toy back together. "I'm sorry." Espen wiped the tears from his face and placed his only companion down, letting it lean on the wall. He looked at his overcast surroundings and sat himself down next to the bear. "We'll just have to wait."</s> <\|message\|>Iris Jane Barret Approaching the large empty grain silo Iris looked at the decomposing outside, running her hand along the exterior she felt the chipping paint crumble against her fingertips. Soon they met with the ladder to get inside. "Let's hope she's open." Iris mentioned to Len and Kara, giving a cheeky grin. She looked liked a wet dog, but the shower had been long overdue. Gripping to the slippery metal ladder, Iris began quickly ascending. Losing her footing when she was a bit more than half way- she let out a sharp gasp before flinging her petite body to the cold metal, holding on for dear life. "Fuck!" she muttered, gathering herself before continuing her climb. As she reached the door and tried the handle. It was unlocked. Looking down to Len and Kara Iris gave a thumbs up to indicate she was okay and that it was safe to climb up. Pushing open the door Iris was greeted with an unpleasant sight- the silo was empty. The group could not use the grain as a layer of protection and more room to walk, but the few feet of inner ring of railing and landing would be enough for the night. Len grunted in reply as Iris mentioned hoping the door was open. He expected it to be, but if not...hell, he could always make an entrance if need be. He gave Kara a quick glance, before following Iris inside, wondering what sight would await them. He'd seen some...interesting things in abandoned buildings. Some quite grisly. He watched as Iris started climbing the wet ladder. "Hey there now, you be a-care--" he hadn't even finished the sentence when she lost her grip. Eyes wide, he dashed forward as though to catch her should she fall, but she somehow managed to stay on the ladder. Letting out a deep sigh of relief. "Don't go breakin' yer neck now, ya hear?" he hollered up as Iris began to climb once more. Turning to Kara, he said "Awright, let's get a climbin' and try not to fall, eh?" With that, he took hold of the rungs. He was wondering if he'd lose his grip around the same place Iris did, but he made it up without incident. He glanced around, noting the emptiness of the area. "Well, ain't this a son of a bitch," he spoke, crossing his arms. "Well, leas' the worms might not be smellin' us as good up here. I hope."</s> <\|message\|>Kara Roberts Kara followed them up, climbing up the ladders very slowly being sure not to make the same mistake Iris did. She caught up to them and looked around, disappoint in her eyes "Uh, this is your hold out?" She said, drenched in rain. Kara looked around the small area, being very careful with her footing "It's better than nothing I suppose" She sighed before sitting on the flooring, removing her wet head scarf. She kept her eyes on Len and Iris before deciding to talk again "Listen, about earlier. I don't know what I was thinking"</s> <\|message\|>Espen HolterThe Hunter Sitting down made his own weariness apparent. After a long yawn, Espen jabbed himself in the leg, but the pain didn't make him wakeful. His eyes repeatedly closed and opened as he fought the futile battle against sleep. Espen willingly laid down and reached for his teddy bear. He easily ignored the cold ground and squeezed the plushy close to himself, he finally closed his eyes. Espen's exhaustion and the rainfall limited Espen's senses, but he was still capable of hearing the curses and words uttered by fellow invaders. Sleeping while other survivors are around would be asking for death. Espen rose as alive as ever, he briskly grabbed his things and prepared his crossbow. The man inspected the area before noting some boot marks leading to a silo. He grasped the metal ladder and climbed upwards. Espen wrapped his fingers around the slippery handle and opened it. Regardless of his awkward footing, he aimed his crossbow down towards the bottom of the silo at the three invaders. "I can't really go to sleep until you guys do." Espen stated as he rubbed his eyes, still aiming his crossbow at the three of them.</s>	<\|message\|>Kara Roberts Kara stared at Espen 'Guess I'm not the only one who points weapons at these guys' she thought to herself, deciding it best to keep her mouth shut There wasn't much she could do for Len and Iris in this situation, she barely knew their names, and they didn't know hers. She sat back, eyes fixated on the crossbow, one hand on Lens crossbow still. Kara sighed before deciding to say something "Easy now, we're friendly" She said to him "Atleast I think so anyway..." Kara muttered the last part under her breath</s>
<\|description\|>Alex "Rocket" Jones Age: Fourteen Personality: Positive: Perceptive: Being born and raised in a time where anything can and will kill you, she has a pretty good sense of sight and hearing. Youthful: No fear of achey backs or tired legs here! Adaptive: Alex is good at changing plans at the drop of a dime, and she is pretty good at hiding in small spaces. Cooperative: Once she trusts you, she has no problem working with others or even taking orders from others. Friendly: Most of the time, Alex seems to lack any mean bones in her body. Negative: Uneducated: In a traditional sense. Alex's ability to count, spell and read are extremely limited. Small: Alex is petite, meaning it's easier to pick her up and push her over. Untrusting: She has no need to trust strangers, or even people she has known for a short amount of time. She will always assume these people are out to hurt her. Thievish: Alex has a tendency to steal and horde. This could be anything from food and supplies to rocks. Having piles of stuff makes her feel secure. Timid: Alex is a hard nut to crack when it comes to social interaction. She would rather keep quiet and hide then cling to people. Biography: Alex's upbringing was anything but nurturing. She was born of an unfortunate woman and some unfortunate experiences with a man. It would have made sense for her to die before she was born, or maybe shortly after, but the pack of scavengers couldn't help but see the value in a newborn. It was easy, set down the crying child and let some good samaritans run over and try to save her. And then they get robbed, murdered and scattered and the cycle continues. And when Alex was old enough to walk and talk it was even easier. She would hobble over to a group of survivors, eyes all wide and sad, and beg for food. And then her much larger and more violent caretakers would seal the deal. Alex's birth mother was allowed to do the feeding and cleaning of Alex while she was an infant, but as soon as Alex was old enough and capable enough to walk on her own the scavengers killed her mother. Right in front of Alex. As a way to show the difference between weakness and strength. A lesson, the first of many. Alex figured this was all there was to life, but it didn't seem all that bad. Any time she questioned her groups leader she would be given food or a shiny object to keep her mouth shut. And with this her hoarding problem began. While Alex struggled to learn the value of mercy, instead learning the value of 'What's yours is mine and what's mine is mine', she also learned skills vital to her survival. The world was a cruel place, and it was particularly cruel to a young girl, and her survival wouldn't be handed to her on a silver platter. Once she was ten years old she really began her career as a scavenger. Having small hands and body was useful when it came to digging through piles of rubble. What she didn't like was the killing, at this point she was starting to understand what her group was doing, but questioned nothing. This was just the way life was meant to be lived. But nothing lasted forever, especially human life. One day, while scavenging through an old trailer park, a Langue got the jump on her group, snapping up and killing everyone, except for Alex who was able to wedge herself into a cupboard. Alex stayed in that cupboard long after she knew the coast was clear. She wasn't sure what to do or how to feel. Her entire group was gone, killed. And while they were never gentle with each other it was the closest Alex had to a family. This was also the first time Alex was ever without a leader. Sure people had died in the past, but this was Alex's first time being completely alone. She had been left to make her own choices from now on. All of this new found freedom scared Alex, but she decided to continue in what her old group was doing. Traveling to Maine. Relationships: Iris Barret: Cool hair. Len Sclera: Total Badass. Kara Roberts Can't even hold a crossbow.</s> <\|message\|>Kara Roberts Kara was wandering the rough lands of Virginia alone, her messy red hair blowing gently in the wind. She had been without human contact for 3 months now and all she had left was a locket around her neck and a few lousy makeshift weapons. She was running out of water and food, I can't go on much longer... she thought to herself. Off in the corner of her eye she could see something slightly resembling a light, Kara decided to get closer, having no other real choice. As she got closer the light source became clear to her, a flame with two people sat next to it. She raised her makeshift projecticle launcher forward and approached slowly, aiming it towards the pair "Grab any weapons and I'll shoot!" Kara shouted this towards the couple, her voice timid and weak "I don't want to harm you" She shouted again, getting closer.</s> <\|message\|>Len Sclera IRIS LEN ******* Len was enjoying the warmth of the fire, his assault rifle laying a few feet away, crossbow right next to the log he was relaxing on. He looked over at Iris, smiling as he bit into some squirrel. "This is the life, ain't it? Sittin' in the while, eatin' food ya hunt with yer own bow. Goddamn, if it weren't for the Langue hangin' around, this would be the perfect life, ya know? Must've been amazing, in the days before those overgrown worms took over." Taking another bite of squirrel, he set the tiny little leg down, sighing. He felt a bit stupid, nostalgic for a time he never even knew. But that's how it was these days. He was about to say something else, when he heard someone yell; "Grab any weapons and I'll shoot. I don't want to harm you!" Len rolled his eyes, turning a steely gaze towards Iris. "Son of a beeoch, Iris...we jes' can't catch us a break, can we? It's always somethin' I suppose." Raising his hands slowly above his head, he sighed heavily, once more rolling his eyes in exasperation, and turned to face whomever had spoken. He was shocked to see a young looking redhead aiming….something at him.It looked like a makeshift weapon of some sort, something crudely thrown together. He noted how timid she sounded she'd spoken. He looked at her, eyes flitting up and down. Yeah he was checking her out, how could he not? He wasn't dead after all. But the nerve of her, to just walk right up to them like that. He turned back to Iris, then shrugged, and lowered his arms, slowly beginning to roll up his sleeves. "Ya know what, Iris? Screw this crap, I ain't havin' someone with a freaking ghetto-ass sling threatin' me." he began to glare at the woman before him, eyes furrowing heavily. "Awright miss, you wanna go? You wanna fuck with us? Fine, you and me, right fuckin' now. I'm ready to dance, let's do this. Throw your pussy weapon away, and let's tangle girl. I love me a good fight, ain't that right Iris?" With those words, he started forward, slightly raising his arms and lowering his body, a street fighting stance, relaxed, eyes glittering with delight. WHAAAAAAAAAP The sound of Iris' hand slapping against the back of Len's head echoed only slightly. What she had lacked in intelligence she made up with speed. "Ya' just can't go around beating up ladies!" Iris argued, annoyed that she hadn't even gotten a bite of her food yet before this woman showed up. She turned to the red head, looking a tad bit apologetic but mostly annoyed. "Y'all have to excuse my brother, he ain't got no type of manners. We don't have much on us, but if you want make some type of deal we can do that." she spoke, carefully eyeing the weapon she held pointed at them. Len gasped in surprise as Iris' hand connected with his head. He turned towards her, startled, dropping his hands and rubbing his head. "Hey, what the hell??" he murmured, looking hurt. He raised an eyebrow as she mentioned not going around beating women. "Oh come on, dad did it all the time!!" he exclaimed, eyes wide. "'Sides, she's the one who came up to us, holdin' a cotton-pickin' weapon, threatin' you an' me. If any gal ever deserved a beatin', this one does!" Folding his arms over his chest, Len listened as Iris spoke to the woman, glaring at her. He rolled his eyes as Iris told the newcommer that he never had any manners. "But she don't have no manners, neither," he argued, if possible, eyes narrowing even further. Scoffing at the idea of a deal, he turned to face Iris again, arms still folded over his chest. "Wait, what? Trade? With someone tryin' to steal from us? What kinda' survivors are we, lettin' people jes' do that crap? Damn, Iris, why don't we jes' go a wavin' a neon sign, say's 'bitches ready to be robbed, come one, come all' over our pretty lil' heads. Sheeeiiit. That's how things go, 'round here. Lettin' this gal take 'vantage of us." He glared coldly at the red-head, jerking a thumb in her direction. "Be different if she'd jes' said please or somethin', ya know? Goddamn youth these days, sheeiit." Blinking slowly, Iris listened to Len bitch on and on about things. "Maybe if you stopped running your damn mouth the lady could have had time to say something!" Iris growled back, raising her voice, "The only sign you should be waving is one that says you're a big, dumb, langue loving, squirrel sucking, smelly, inbred… ass!" she screamed back. Iris was hungry, so how could anyone blame her? Before Len had time to think, Iris charged at Len pushing him as hard as she could, toppling over their slow cooker (stick) and knocking the remaining squirrel into the fire below. Iris stopped, and it seemed the world stopped turning on it's axis as well as the slow motion of the squirrel falling to it's death repeated several times in Iris' head. Whipping her half shaved head at the woman she smiled with a cheeky grin. "You'll have to excuse' us for a minute." she chirped, before turning to the grounded Len and springing on top of him- her legs straddled above his chest. She began slapping him violently across the face, yelling things that not even Iris quite understood.</s> <\|message\|>Kara Roberts Kara noted the pair fighting and slowly approached closer, grabbing the crossbow from next to the rock. She aimed this at Iris, though not quite sure how it works "Get up!" She shouted as loud as she could, the fear in her voice getting more obvious. I should just run, Anna wouldn't have gotten this close she thought to herself</s>	<\|message\|>Alex "Rocket" Jones Alex was totally and completely lost. She was lost in more then one definition of the word. She had no idea where she was, or if she was even close to her end location. The girl had never read a map or even held one, so her geographical location was a complete mystery to her. But she also felt lost in the psychological sense, although she would never admit it. She wasn't sure how to act without a set leader, she had never been a leader herself. And little did she know, she was going the wrong way entirely. The young girl paused a moment, trying to recover breath and strength she couldn't remember ever having. She bent over at the waist, hands bracing on her knees. She shivered involuntarily even as the sun bore down on her exposed skin. It had rained that part night, and Alex had made the mistake of falling asleep out in the open. She could have been eaten, but instead woke up soaked to the bone and ill feeling. Her backpack and supplies had become completely waterlogged as well, feeling heavy on her back. A far off sound caught Alex's attention. It sounded like voices talking, or more like arguing, in the distance. Alex tried to push back her fear, she would have to do the only thing she knew how to do. Steal. Alex crept close to the ground, her light steps coming in handy now, as she approached the camp. She kept to the shadows, completely hidden to anyone who wasn't looking close enough. There were three people, a man and two women. Maybe a group? They seemed to be all arguing with each other, the red head had a weird weapon, the girl with the cool Mohawk was jumping on the man. And watching that squirrel fall into the fire broke Alex's heart. She clamped an arm around her empty stomach, trying to smother the biting hunger. Well the option of stealing their food was out, but she remained watching. Maybe they would all kill each other and there would be things to loot. She shivered again, wishing the heat of the fire would reach a little farther.</s>
<\|description\|>Alex "Rocket" Jones Age: Fourteen Personality: Positive: Perceptive: Being born and raised in a time where anything can and will kill you, she has a pretty good sense of sight and hearing. Youthful: No fear of achey backs or tired legs here! Adaptive: Alex is good at changing plans at the drop of a dime, and she is pretty good at hiding in small spaces. Cooperative: Once she trusts you, she has no problem working with others or even taking orders from others. Friendly: Most of the time, Alex seems to lack any mean bones in her body. Negative: Uneducated: In a traditional sense. Alex's ability to count, spell and read are extremely limited. Small: Alex is petite, meaning it's easier to pick her up and push her over. Untrusting: She has no need to trust strangers, or even people she has known for a short amount of time. She will always assume these people are out to hurt her. Thievish: Alex has a tendency to steal and horde. This could be anything from food and supplies to rocks. Having piles of stuff makes her feel secure. Timid: Alex is a hard nut to crack when it comes to social interaction. She would rather keep quiet and hide then cling to people. Biography: Alex's upbringing was anything but nurturing. She was born of an unfortunate woman and some unfortunate experiences with a man. It would have made sense for her to die before she was born, or maybe shortly after, but the pack of scavengers couldn't help but see the value in a newborn. It was easy, set down the crying child and let some good samaritans run over and try to save her. And then they get robbed, murdered and scattered and the cycle continues. And when Alex was old enough to walk and talk it was even easier. She would hobble over to a group of survivors, eyes all wide and sad, and beg for food. And then her much larger and more violent caretakers would seal the deal. Alex's birth mother was allowed to do the feeding and cleaning of Alex while she was an infant, but as soon as Alex was old enough and capable enough to walk on her own the scavengers killed her mother. Right in front of Alex. As a way to show the difference between weakness and strength. A lesson, the first of many. Alex figured this was all there was to life, but it didn't seem all that bad. Any time she questioned her groups leader she would be given food or a shiny object to keep her mouth shut. And with this her hoarding problem began. While Alex struggled to learn the value of mercy, instead learning the value of 'What's yours is mine and what's mine is mine', she also learned skills vital to her survival. The world was a cruel place, and it was particularly cruel to a young girl, and her survival wouldn't be handed to her on a silver platter. Once she was ten years old she really began her career as a scavenger. Having small hands and body was useful when it came to digging through piles of rubble. What she didn't like was the killing, at this point she was starting to understand what her group was doing, but questioned nothing. This was just the way life was meant to be lived. But nothing lasted forever, especially human life. One day, while scavenging through an old trailer park, a Langue got the jump on her group, snapping up and killing everyone, except for Alex who was able to wedge herself into a cupboard. Alex stayed in that cupboard long after she knew the coast was clear. She wasn't sure what to do or how to feel. Her entire group was gone, killed. And while they were never gentle with each other it was the closest Alex had to a family. This was also the first time Alex was ever without a leader. Sure people had died in the past, but this was Alex's first time being completely alone. She had been left to make her own choices from now on. All of this new found freedom scared Alex, but she decided to continue in what her old group was doing. Traveling to Maine. Relationships: Iris Barret: Cool hair. Len Sclera: Total Badass. Kara Roberts Can't even hold a crossbow.</s> <\|message\|>Alex "Rocket" Jones Alex listened from the shadows of the trees as the trio seemed to calm down enough to communicate with each other. Alex was liking the man's style more and more. He had a cool approach to everything, even when the redhead was pointing a crossbow at his friend. He even got in between it and his friend, improbably guessing that the redhead lacked the guts to fire on the two of them. And he spoke in such a way that Alex knew he meant business. Alex shivered again as the rain began to start, holding back a growl. Great, right as her clothes were starting to get dry. She watched as the man pushed past the redhead, with his friend with the cool hair following close behind. Both of them pushed past the girl violently. It was clear to see who was the easier target. The redhead seemed to be too scared to move, easy pickings. Alex waited until it seemed like the man and the woman were a distance away before she began to creep out of the trees, still keeping hidden. She needed the element of surprise. But right as she was making herself seen she noticed something. The redhead was crying. Alex swallowed, tense. And then quickly ducked back into the trees as the girl ran past her, trying to catch up. Alex let out a soft curse, knowing the redhead wouldn't be able to hear her. She half expected the man and woman to laugh her off. What could the two of them do with such an emotional weakling? Bait maybe. She was mostly angry at her loss of a good target. Alex rolled her eyes, trying to compose herself. The redhead likely didn't have anything on her. Her painfully empty stomach forced her to check the abandoned fire pit, to see if any of the squirrel remained. But there was nothing but dust. She looked up at the three figures, now pretty far away. Maybe they would eventually kick out the redhead. Or better yet, lead Alex to something. She followed behind the three, keeping as slow and quiet as she could. She was getting pretty close to them, but something was making it hard to walk. The ground and mud felt loose and shifty. Alex nearly found herself stumbling, catching herself. But not before letting out a curse and a gasp.</s> <\|message\|>Espen HolterThe Hunter "What about here Rose?" He didn't hear any kind of response. He never got a response. No matter how many times Espen asked the teddy bear the stuffed animal remained silent. Espen glanced at the lofty tree. If Rose doesn't think this is a suitable resting place then Espen doesn't. The man squeezed the plushie closer to himself before trudging away from the possible hideous sepulcher. After only a few steps, he felt his finger get lightly prodded. Espen peered down at the toy to find a small flower stem sticking out of it. The stem's discoloration showed the flowers that filled the teddy bear were dying which Espen couldn't allow. His trudging gradually turned into jogging as he looked around the area for flowers. Eventually, he came across some roses that not only looked nice but would partially mask the stench of his decaying sister's body. Espen cut away at the stems of multiple flowers with his knife until he could fill his coat pockets and hands with the aromatic flowers. Should be eno- Espen's thoughts were interrupted by the angry boom of thunder. Well... shit. He didn't wanna get soaked or eaten so Espen sprinted towards the closest shelter to him, some old (hopefully) uninhabited buildings. Once inside some structure with a roof he placed Rose onto the ground and proceeded to undo the stitches that kept the bear's cloth together. The moment he did so he saw her. Rose's body surrounded by equally lifeless lilies. Espen's attempt at holding back tears was absolutely pointless. He was hunched over the corpse, crying and sobbing. One of the reasons he entered this place was to stay dry and his tears falling onto Rose made entering here somewhat pointless. He slowly removed all of the dead lilies and replaced them with the newly picked roses then sewed the toy back together. "I'm sorry." Espen wiped the tears from his face and placed his only companion down, letting it lean on the wall. He looked at his overcast surroundings and sat himself down next to the bear. "We'll just have to wait."</s> <\|message\|>Iris Jane Barret Approaching the large empty grain silo Iris looked at the decomposing outside, running her hand along the exterior she felt the chipping paint crumble against her fingertips. Soon they met with the ladder to get inside. "Let's hope she's open." Iris mentioned to Len and Kara, giving a cheeky grin. She looked liked a wet dog, but the shower had been long overdue. Gripping to the slippery metal ladder, Iris began quickly ascending. Losing her footing when she was a bit more than half way- she let out a sharp gasp before flinging her petite body to the cold metal, holding on for dear life. "Fuck!" she muttered, gathering herself before continuing her climb. As she reached the door and tried the handle. It was unlocked. Looking down to Len and Kara Iris gave a thumbs up to indicate she was okay and that it was safe to climb up. Pushing open the door Iris was greeted with an unpleasant sight- the silo was empty. The group could not use the grain as a layer of protection and more room to walk, but the few feet of inner ring of railing and landing would be enough for the night. Len grunted in reply as Iris mentioned hoping the door was open. He expected it to be, but if not...hell, he could always make an entrance if need be. He gave Kara a quick glance, before following Iris inside, wondering what sight would await them. He'd seen some...interesting things in abandoned buildings. Some quite grisly. He watched as Iris started climbing the wet ladder. "Hey there now, you be a-care--" he hadn't even finished the sentence when she lost her grip. Eyes wide, he dashed forward as though to catch her should she fall, but she somehow managed to stay on the ladder. Letting out a deep sigh of relief. "Don't go breakin' yer neck now, ya hear?" he hollered up as Iris began to climb once more. Turning to Kara, he said "Awright, let's get a climbin' and try not to fall, eh?" With that, he took hold of the rungs. He was wondering if he'd lose his grip around the same place Iris did, but he made it up without incident. He glanced around, noting the emptiness of the area. "Well, ain't this a son of a bitch," he spoke, crossing his arms. "Well, leas' the worms might not be smellin' us as good up here. I hope."</s> <\|message\|>Kara Roberts Kara followed them up, climbing up the ladders very slowly being sure not to make the same mistake Iris did. She caught up to them and looked around, disappoint in her eyes "Uh, this is your hold out?" She said, drenched in rain. Kara looked around the small area, being very careful with her footing "It's better than nothing I suppose" She sighed before sitting on the flooring, removing her wet head scarf. She kept her eyes on Len and Iris before deciding to talk again "Listen, about earlier. I don't know what I was thinking"</s> <\|message\|>Espen HolterThe Hunter Sitting down made his own weariness apparent. After a long yawn, Espen jabbed himself in the leg, but the pain didn't make him wakeful. His eyes repeatedly closed and opened as he fought the futile battle against sleep. Espen willingly laid down and reached for his teddy bear. He easily ignored the cold ground and squeezed the plushy close to himself, he finally closed his eyes. Espen's exhaustion and the rainfall limited Espen's senses, but he was still capable of hearing the curses and words uttered by fellow invaders. Sleeping while other survivors are around would be asking for death. Espen rose as alive as ever, he briskly grabbed his things and prepared his crossbow. The man inspected the area before noting some boot marks leading to a silo. He grasped the metal ladder and climbed upwards. Espen wrapped his fingers around the slippery handle and opened it. Regardless of his awkward footing, he aimed his crossbow down towards the bottom of the silo at the three invaders. "I can't really go to sleep until you guys do." Espen stated as he rubbed his eyes, still aiming his crossbow at the three of them.</s> <\|message\|>Kara Roberts Kara stared at Espen 'Guess I'm not the only one who points weapons at these guys' she thought to herself, deciding it best to keep her mouth shut There wasn't much she could do for Len and Iris in this situation, she barely knew their names, and they didn't know hers. She sat back, eyes fixated on the crossbow, one hand on Lens crossbow still. Kara sighed before deciding to say something "Easy now, we're friendly" She said to him "Atleast I think so anyway..." Kara muttered the last part under her breath</s>	<\|message\|>Alex "Rocket" Jones Alex had kept herself hidden, following after the group of three survivors until they entered the grain silo. She watched in silence as the three made their way up the ladder. The girl shivered again, wrapping her arms around her shaking torso. It had begun to rain again, which was nice because it masked her footsteps, but she was terribly cold. She made her way into the silo, not yet climbing the ladder herself. She listened to their conversation, briefly questioning why she hadn't left. Maybe she wanted to find herself a group, but knew her social skills and stubbornness wouldn't let her admit defeat. And yet it was nice to be out of the rain. The bottom floor of the silo was damp and smelly, and Alex knew it would have been dryer in the upper levels, and yet she settled herself down onto the ground. And like a dog begging for table scraps Alex hoped they would accidentally drop crumbs off their ladder and into her lap. She shivered again, her gnawing stomach making it hard to focus on anything other then food. She was have to wait until the weather got nicer, as well as the sun came up, to try and find her next meal. Her thoughts were interrupted by a new voice, approaching the silo. Alex backed herself into the farthest edge of the silo, blending well into the dark corner. She held her breath as the man climbed up the ladder, cross bow in hand. She tried to control her breathing as she listened to the man threaten them. She hugged her combat knife to her chest, like a child holding a doll, and waited for the danger to pass.</s>
<\|description\|>Name Corbin Verrone Age 25 Personality: +Reliable- If asked to do something he will damn well give it his best shot. +Cautious- Hell with being a hero, it won't matter if you're dead! +Generous- Damn I'm hungry, holding his last candy bar, Small girl stares at him, yeah here you go. +Sophisticated- Yes, I know it takes twelve turns of the chronometer, plug in the eradicator, then set the meter to three thousand microtones and then fucking run! I wasn't born yesterday! +Tolerant- Okay now I'm going to explain this for the one-hundredth time and if you don't get it, I shall tell you again for the one-hundredth and one time. -Suspicious- They were all standing there when the damn thing disappeared, One of those fuckers took it! -Unselfish- sometimes gives too much away. -Haughty- What do you mean you can't tell me what ten thousand to the forth is without a calculator! Blah -Compulsive- Langue…Kill them all! Fucking kill them all! -Humorless- I don't get it! That was lame! BIO: NYC 1-432 was the colony name where Corbin was born and grew to the age of five when it was destroyed by the Langue. His parents were MIA that day, if it wasn't for Karri's parents Corbin himself would be on one of the two lists that were developed for the citizens of NYC 1-432. Karri was his neighbor friend that he would go and play with most of the time. They were of the same age when he lost his parents and from that time on, he had a new family, one that treated him as if he was one of their own. As time went on, Karri and himself grew closer as friends and were reminded time after time that they were brother and sister, but to them that wasn't so, they were friends whom under extreme circumstances forced them into one family but were not blood so they allowed the love between them to grow. Karri is the one to blame for the way that Corbin is today for if it weren't for her, he would have grown up hating everyone and everything. But she was his savior, but he wasn't hers for when they just turned eighteen, the newly formed colony NYC 2 -1 was overran by scavengers looking for a place to call their own, this was the day that Karri was lost to him as they were trying to stop these low-life people. He had to flee the colony with just a few others but that was just for a few days as each member of the small group went their own way or died as the food ran low and the weak couldn't handle the stress. So after a few weeks Corbin was traversing over the land by himself, trying to stay ahead of the game by keeping low and watching for a group of people that looked like they could handle themselves. Relationships: None at this time.</s> <\|message\|>Kara Roberts Kara noted the pair fighting and slowly approached closer, grabbing the crossbow from next to the rock. She aimed this at Iris, though not quite sure how it works "Get up!" She shouted as loud as she could, the fear in her voice getting more obvious. I should just run, Anna wouldn't have gotten this close she thought to herself</s> <\|message\|>Alex "Rocket" Jones Alex was totally and completely lost. She was lost in more then one definition of the word. She had no idea where she was, or if she was even close to her end location. The girl had never read a map or even held one, so her geographical location was a complete mystery to her. But she also felt lost in the psychological sense, although she would never admit it. She wasn't sure how to act without a set leader, she had never been a leader herself. And little did she know, she was going the wrong way entirely. The young girl paused a moment, trying to recover breath and strength she couldn't remember ever having. She bent over at the waist, hands bracing on her knees. She shivered involuntarily even as the sun bore down on her exposed skin. It had rained that part night, and Alex had made the mistake of falling asleep out in the open. She could have been eaten, but instead woke up soaked to the bone and ill feeling. Her backpack and supplies had become completely waterlogged as well, feeling heavy on her back. A far off sound caught Alex's attention. It sounded like voices talking, or more like arguing, in the distance. Alex tried to push back her fear, she would have to do the only thing she knew how to do. Steal. Alex crept close to the ground, her light steps coming in handy now, as she approached the camp. She kept to the shadows, completely hidden to anyone who wasn't looking close enough. There were three people, a man and two women. Maybe a group? They seemed to be all arguing with each other, the red head had a weird weapon, the girl with the cool Mohawk was jumping on the man. And watching that squirrel fall into the fire broke Alex's heart. She clamped an arm around her empty stomach, trying to smother the biting hunger. Well the option of stealing their food was out, but she remained watching. Maybe they would all kill each other and there would be things to loot. She shivered again, wishing the heat of the fire would reach a little farther.</s>	<\|message\|>Name Corbin Verrone Heavy eyelids slid down over a set of deep brown eyes fighting back what was forsure a losing battle. Small red drips fell from the chin of the inclined head to the small puddle that was now forming just below the kneeling figure. Small jerks began to ripple across the body, as the battle was lost. There was not a human a live to this day that could have won this battle of composure, it was just impossible. Things like this, even the most cold hearted would have had that internal moment of weakness. Corbin, it was just too much as he placed the last big rock over the small hand. "I'm sorry," he whispered while raking the back of his hand across his cheeks, ridding the stream of tears that were cascading done them. "Only if I was just a few minutes earlier." He mumbled through the hard swallowing. Pushing himself up, his red-tented orbs looked over the larger pile of rocks some inches away from this smaller one. "I'm so sorry." He exclaimed to the unknown female. "Only if I was sooner, just maybe I could have.…" He fought back the notion to vomit. His mind playing the role of the punisher as the mental images of all those that he has buried flashed before his mental eye. "Fuck!" He screamed out as the pain ripped through him. Tears falling as his mind relived burying Karri. "You may rest now, your fight is over." lowering, a small rose slips from his fingers, landing in between both graves. "Please understand and forgive me for what I must do now." He whispered to the graves. Turning away from the graves, his orbs focuses upon the two scumbags bound to a tree some fifty yards away. Pulling his knife out and shaking his head, "Naw, this one is too sharp." Moving about the rubble, his eye comes across something that completes the task at hand. Reaching down he picks up the shard of glass. Head nodding as he turns and twist the piece before his gawking eyes. "This will work nicely." His heard lifting and turning toward the two men. "Yep, this will work nicely." He repeated as he walked toward the men. The screams that echoed out was bone chilling to any whom heard it and didn't know what was going on, but to Corbin, it was music to his ears as he stood and watched the blood run down the inner thigh of both men, then he took the castrated part of their body and shoved into both men's mouths. "Yep, you both are qualified _ _ _ _ suckers!" He turned away from them, his eyes coming to a rest on the two graves. "Please understand that they deserved this and I hope you don't judge me too harshly." He muttered while he turned away and headed off into the horizon. Pink and red streaks filled the sky telling all who looked into the sky that the day was coming to its end, one more day of misery now gone and bestowed into the books of history. Many of these types of days filled the mental pages of Corbin's history book, it seems like life had it out for him for each and everyday he managed to live through that day's hell. If he believed in curses, he would swear up and down and all around that he was life's prime target. The sun bid its last breath to the land that Corbin walked upon as it slipped below the horizon. The chill in the air told him that a rather nice size river must be close for the temperature to drop so suddenly. His arms crossed over his chest, hands tucked into the warmth of his armpit, a grumble escaped with each tiring footstep. It has been a few days since he had a good nights sleep, something really hard to do these days but there was once that he did managed to grab one. His mind drifted back to the colonies, "Don't go there asshole." His mental voice scolded. Off to the right something drew his attention, pulling his mind out of the clutches of the flashback; his orbs watched the flickering orange light splashing upon the small band of trees for what seemed like an eternity. This, this is what this life is now, nothing but constant hesitation, scanning over a unknown area and hoping like hell that it was just your mind playing tricks on you and there was nothing there. "AHH FUCK! What now!" he hissed at the night, not wanting to investigate, yeah like that wasn't going to happen, "Fuck you life!" he hissed as once again the curse was upon him. "By the backwards ass of an ass! I'm just walking up to this!" angrily he stomped toward the flickering flames. "Let's see you get me out of this shit this time you bitch!" His eyes glaring at the sky as if it was the shadowy figure of life. 'What lessons are to be learned when walking at night in an unknown landscape?' This was the resounded reply from the shadowy figure of life as Corbin trips over several unseen dead branches, hitting the ground with a huff. "WELL FUCK ME!" he shouts out, having his fill of life's never-ending bullshit, rises up from the ground. His eyes locking onto the figures at the campsite. "I hope your fucking day has been better than mine." his hands sprawling outward with the palms turned upwards. "What the fuck else can go wrong." He shouted at the sky. The streaks of lighting shot across the sky and ended with the angry boom of the forth-coming storm.. "That is just fucking great!" Corbin shaking his head…</s>
<\|description\|>Name Corbin Verrone Age 25 Personality: +Reliable- If asked to do something he will damn well give it his best shot. +Cautious- Hell with being a hero, it won't matter if you're dead! +Generous- Damn I'm hungry, holding his last candy bar, Small girl stares at him, yeah here you go. +Sophisticated- Yes, I know it takes twelve turns of the chronometer, plug in the eradicator, then set the meter to three thousand microtones and then fucking run! I wasn't born yesterday! +Tolerant- Okay now I'm going to explain this for the one-hundredth time and if you don't get it, I shall tell you again for the one-hundredth and one time. -Suspicious- They were all standing there when the damn thing disappeared, One of those fuckers took it! -Unselfish- sometimes gives too much away. -Haughty- What do you mean you can't tell me what ten thousand to the forth is without a calculator! Blah -Compulsive- Langue…Kill them all! Fucking kill them all! -Humorless- I don't get it! That was lame! BIO: NYC 1-432 was the colony name where Corbin was born and grew to the age of five when it was destroyed by the Langue. His parents were MIA that day, if it wasn't for Karri's parents Corbin himself would be on one of the two lists that were developed for the citizens of NYC 1-432. Karri was his neighbor friend that he would go and play with most of the time. They were of the same age when he lost his parents and from that time on, he had a new family, one that treated him as if he was one of their own. As time went on, Karri and himself grew closer as friends and were reminded time after time that they were brother and sister, but to them that wasn't so, they were friends whom under extreme circumstances forced them into one family but were not blood so they allowed the love between them to grow. Karri is the one to blame for the way that Corbin is today for if it weren't for her, he would have grown up hating everyone and everything. But she was his savior, but he wasn't hers for when they just turned eighteen, the newly formed colony NYC 2 -1 was overran by scavengers looking for a place to call their own, this was the day that Karri was lost to him as they were trying to stop these low-life people. He had to flee the colony with just a few others but that was just for a few days as each member of the small group went their own way or died as the food ran low and the weak couldn't handle the stress. So after a few weeks Corbin was traversing over the land by himself, trying to stay ahead of the game by keeping low and watching for a group of people that looked like they could handle themselves. Relationships: None at this time.</s> <\|message\|>Iris Jane Barret "Get up!" The red head shouted. Iris stopped wailing on Len. She looked over her shoulder to see that the woman had stolen Len's crossbow and had it pointed right at her. Getting one last slap across his face, Iris stood up and slowly turned around. Perhaps this woman wasn't as friendly as Iris had hoped. "Alright, alright." she spoke quietly, her palms outward as she begged for a sense of mercy. The sky was becoming grey quickly out of no where. Spring usually had such sporadic weather that it was no surprise at all for one moment for the sun to be shining and the next- a downpour. Iris glanced up at the sky and then back at the woman, "Them earthworms love the rain, I suggest we get out of here soon. " Iris nodded, looking down at Len before she started gathering some of their packs. The woman still had their cross bow - but when it came to the Langue's.. that was the least of their problems. As thunder and lightning erupted in the sky a loud voice came rumbling from behind the red headed woman: "I hope your fucking day has been better than mine." he called, and continued speaking loudly at them, but Iris ignored most of it. "Just great.." she groaned, kicking Len's leg with the toe of her boot, "Crazy people are a coming! Let's get the fuck out of here!" she whispered to him harshly, hoping he'd kick it into high gear and they could find someplace high off the ground while the rain past. Len was taken completely by surprise at Iris' sudden attacks--so much so, that despite the fact he outweighed her by quite a bit, she was still able to easily take him down. He was just about to attempt to reverse the situation, her slaps across his face not really phasing him too much, when an icy chill ran down his spine at the bitch red-heads word's. Well I'll be an ass in heat, he thought as he heard the woman tell them to get up. His suspicions were confirmed when he gazed beside Iris, seeing the woman holding his own damn crossbow. Son of a bitch, he thought bitterly. Letting out an audible sigh, he glared up at Iris, but she was already standing to her feet. He looked from Iris to the redhead, and noted how hesitantly, how...strangely she held the weapon. It was as if she'd had zero experience with one. Thinking he could use that to his advantage, he was shocked from his train of thought, as Iris kicked him in the leg. He blinked, listening as she told him crazy people were on the way. Just when he thought things couldn't get any worse, he realized for the first time that it was starting to storm. He'd been so lost in anger and...thoughts of revenge against the red head, that he hadn't noticed the giant drops of rain that began to speckle the ground. Shaking his head, Len jumped to his feet--but instead of helping Iris take up their packs, he stepped towards the Red Head. He glared menacingly at her, cracking his knuckles, yet strategically placing himself between his crossbow and Iris. He wasn't about to let anyone take Iris from him. She was the last family he had left. He'd never let her know this, but he was terrified that the langue would one day take her...or someone like this damn...intruder, would kill her. This woman, aiming his own weapon at Iris, hit a chord deep within him, striking a fuse that would not easily be put out. "Now you listen good, Cupcake," he snarled, suddenly dead serious, color draining from his face as rage began to overtake him. "Lookit' you. Can't even hold the damn weapon right. You got 5 bolts right there on that weapon, sure. An' only two of us. But how fast you think you can reload that bitch? I'm thinkin' you might manage to pop one bolt in there in say...7 seconds, and that's bein' mighty generous, given you've clearly never touched one of those before. Now yeah, you might manage to shoot a bolt through my sis over yonder, but then what? How fast ya think I can get to ya? Long 'fore you reload my crossbow, I guaren-damn-tee." He took another menacing step forward, not caring about the threat of Langue. Not at this time, at any rate. "Nobody, and I mean nobody threaten's Iris. You can either drop that crossbow, or shoot one of us and get yer damn heart torn out and fuckin' fed to your bleeding corpse. I'll let you decide. We can settle this like...civil folk...or you can lie dyin' in the mud." Len shrugged, folding his arms over his chest, his hair dripping as the rain began to pour down upon the little group. Iris shook her head, her burgandy mane of hair plastered to her cheeks. She wouldn't admit it but the rain was getting her mighty nervous, and she wanted to make sure they were high off the ground from those damn monsters. Hoisting both Len and Iris' packs onto her back she kicked dirt onto the fire to put it out completely, trying to cover the scent and smoke that they had been there recently. Come on Len, we gotta get!" Iris pleaded, her dark almond eyes staring intently between him, and the red head next to them. With her gaze on the red head she spoke very seriously, "You are either with or against us. The langue will be popping from the ground and we ain't going to be here to see it." she pushed past the woman with her shoulder, making it clear that she meant business. Tense and ready for a fight as he was, the look of fury upon his face, the fire in his eyes, melted away as Iris pleaded with him to get out of there. The storm, the rain...the Langue would soon be here, and he knew Iris wouldn't leave if he stayed here. He'd be putting her in far more danger than the redhead with his crossbow. Shoulders slumping slightly at this realization, he threw a soft glance towards Iris. "....Alright. Yer right...we gotta git…" Closing his eyes for a moment, he turned back to the red-head, as he heard Iris tell her she was either with them or against them. Boldly reaching down and grabbing his Colt AR-15 from in front of the fire, he shot a glare at the woman. "Keep the goddamn crossbow. Ya might be needin' it, for all the good it'll do ya against the Langue. If I was you, I'd prolly get movin,' but I'm supposin' you gotta make that choice for yerself. Either way, we're walkin' outta here. You wanna shoot us in the back on our way out, that's on you." Following Iris, he pushed passed the woman, purposely jostling her with his shoulder. He noted a man not too far away, but he didn't really give a crap. Getting away from this spot took precedence over these people right now. Taking off towards some structures, the rain began coming down a little harder.</s> <\|message\|>Kara Roberts "Lookit' you. Can't even hold the damn weapon right." These words hit Kara harder than they should have, she was almost certain she was holding it in the same way Anna once did. But then she realized the storm, Kara stood there petrified as Len and Iris walked away. Fear was filling her body, Anna's death playing through her mind over and over again, the one person she loved being ripped apart by the langue. Kara began to shake, still stood there pointing the crossbow at a target that had long walked away. "Anna..." she spoke to herself, a tear dripping from her eye. She snapped out of it after a few moments, and began to run towards Len and Iris. These maniacs could very well be the only way for her to live on. "Wait up!" she shouted, tears running from her eyes. Kara quickly caught up to the duo "I'm sorry! I shouldn't have tried to do what I did" She said all this crying slightly, realizing that she will need friends to survive "If you have me I think I can be a great help to you"</s>	<\|message\|>Name Corbin Verrone Corbin noted the situation, but figured that maybe a little senile craziness would defuse the situation. Like most events, you have people pulling weapons and yak, yak, yak, instead of the saying if you pull a weapon on someone use the goddamn thing and do not sit there and talk bullshit. Hell if that female wanted to kill them she would have done so already. Why in the hell would anyone talk with her? He just shook his head and waved his hand at the bunch. Hell if had been him, he would have just pulled out his 9"S and shot them all, the hell with just standing there gossiping with them. Watching the fiasco was flaring his attitude of why sometimes it was just best to stay alone. Shrugging his shoulders to the situation, he turned and headed back down the hill. His idea was to find some kind of shelter for the night, for it looked like the storm was going to be hanging around for sometime, and that just sucked to all means. Nothing like being cold and wet, and with the way things are going it would be his luck that in the next few days he will sick as hell. Walking on, his thoughts were on the people he just left behind. He really wondered how in the hell they managed to survive this long. A slight chuckle escaped his lips as a mental image popped into his head of how he thought they did it, but this dirty image faded fast as the heavy drops of rain began to instantly soak into his clothes, bringing the cold with it. Cursing he sped up his walking for off in the distant view of his gaze, the streaks of lighting should promise of some kind of structures ahead of him. Several long moments later, Corbin entered into what appeared to be an outer-rimmed Gas station. Pulling out one of his 9's he entered the already looted store, but supplies at the moment was not on the top of his list, but a dry place to lay his ass down was. Moving behind the counter, he sat down and leaned against the shelving. His gaze fell upon his knife for a few moments before putting the weapon back into the back of his pants. Letting out a big sigh, he closed his eyes and attempted to get as much rest as he could…</s>
<\|description\|>Name Corbin Verrone Age 25 Personality: +Reliable- If asked to do something he will damn well give it his best shot. +Cautious- Hell with being a hero, it won't matter if you're dead! +Generous- Damn I'm hungry, holding his last candy bar, Small girl stares at him, yeah here you go. +Sophisticated- Yes, I know it takes twelve turns of the chronometer, plug in the eradicator, then set the meter to three thousand microtones and then fucking run! I wasn't born yesterday! +Tolerant- Okay now I'm going to explain this for the one-hundredth time and if you don't get it, I shall tell you again for the one-hundredth and one time. -Suspicious- They were all standing there when the damn thing disappeared, One of those fuckers took it! -Unselfish- sometimes gives too much away. -Haughty- What do you mean you can't tell me what ten thousand to the forth is without a calculator! Blah -Compulsive- Langue…Kill them all! Fucking kill them all! -Humorless- I don't get it! That was lame! BIO: NYC 1-432 was the colony name where Corbin was born and grew to the age of five when it was destroyed by the Langue. His parents were MIA that day, if it wasn't for Karri's parents Corbin himself would be on one of the two lists that were developed for the citizens of NYC 1-432. Karri was his neighbor friend that he would go and play with most of the time. They were of the same age when he lost his parents and from that time on, he had a new family, one that treated him as if he was one of their own. As time went on, Karri and himself grew closer as friends and were reminded time after time that they were brother and sister, but to them that wasn't so, they were friends whom under extreme circumstances forced them into one family but were not blood so they allowed the love between them to grow. Karri is the one to blame for the way that Corbin is today for if it weren't for her, he would have grown up hating everyone and everything. But she was his savior, but he wasn't hers for when they just turned eighteen, the newly formed colony NYC 2 -1 was overran by scavengers looking for a place to call their own, this was the day that Karri was lost to him as they were trying to stop these low-life people. He had to flee the colony with just a few others but that was just for a few days as each member of the small group went their own way or died as the food ran low and the weak couldn't handle the stress. So after a few weeks Corbin was traversing over the land by himself, trying to stay ahead of the game by keeping low and watching for a group of people that looked like they could handle themselves. Relationships: None at this time.</s> <\|message\|>Kara Roberts Kara stared at Espen 'Guess I'm not the only one who points weapons at these guys' she thought to herself, deciding it best to keep her mouth shut There wasn't much she could do for Len and Iris in this situation, she barely knew their names, and they didn't know hers. She sat back, eyes fixated on the crossbow, one hand on Lens crossbow still. Kara sighed before deciding to say something "Easy now, we're friendly" She said to him "Atleast I think so anyway..." Kara muttered the last part under her breath</s> <\|message\|>Alex "Rocket" Jones Alex had kept herself hidden, following after the group of three survivors until they entered the grain silo. She watched in silence as the three made their way up the ladder. The girl shivered again, wrapping her arms around her shaking torso. It had begun to rain again, which was nice because it masked her footsteps, but she was terribly cold. She made her way into the silo, not yet climbing the ladder herself. She listened to their conversation, briefly questioning why she hadn't left. Maybe she wanted to find herself a group, but knew her social skills and stubbornness wouldn't let her admit defeat. And yet it was nice to be out of the rain. The bottom floor of the silo was damp and smelly, and Alex knew it would have been dryer in the upper levels, and yet she settled herself down onto the ground. And like a dog begging for table scraps Alex hoped they would accidentally drop crumbs off their ladder and into her lap. She shivered again, her gnawing stomach making it hard to focus on anything other then food. She was have to wait until the weather got nicer, as well as the sun came up, to try and find her next meal. Her thoughts were interrupted by a new voice, approaching the silo. Alex backed herself into the farthest edge of the silo, blending well into the dark corner. She held her breath as the man climbed up the ladder, cross bow in hand. She tried to control her breathing as she listened to the man threaten them. She hugged her combat knife to her chest, like a child holding a doll, and waited for the danger to pass.</s> <\|message\|>Len Sclera [IRIS] [LEN] The newcomer did not seem impressed with their newfound space. Neither was Len, if he was to be honest. He shrugged at her comments about the grain silo. "Well, it is what it is. Best we got. It may or may not keep them worms away but shit. 'Least ifn' they do come we won't be all wet." It wasn't until her next comment that he registered slight surprise. "Listen, about earlier. I don't know what I was thinking" He looked her in the eyes, trying to decide if she was serious or not. "You actually gonna apologize? Shiiiit, nobody apologizes in this world no more. Well, I won't say it's okay, cause you DID point my own damn crossbow at my sister but…" His voice trained off for a moment, his eyebrows crinkling as if he were trying to solve one of the mysteries of the universe. "But I suppose long as we have an understandin' that the next time that happens, it'll be the last, we'll be alright. Now my sis, she might need more convincin' than that, or maybe not. We'll see." Len was about to continue when he heard some say "I can't really go to sleep until you guys do." He spun around to see a man holding a crossbow, pointed right at him and his sis. He blinked, stared for a moment, blinked again. Then he rolled his eyes, shaking his head in frustration. "Well I'll be a monkey's son of a bitch!!" he exclaimed, letting out a deep, bitter sigh. He turned to Iris, rolling his eyes again. "What the fuck, Iris? Every gat-damn-body and their special cousin's be drawin' down on us today! This is startin' to get just a lil' on my nerves, Sis…" He turned back to the man before them, took a step forward. If anything, the man should keep the weapon trained on him, and not Iris. "You got 'bout two cotton-pickin' seconds to lower that fuckin' peashooter before I plant my boot so far up your ASS you gonna taste leather for the next ten gat-damn years!!" Len roared, not out of control--more like a controlled fury slowly rising, like a long dormant volcano nearing eruption. Iris shook her drenched head back and forth slowly as Len and Kara spoke with one another. Or more like- yelled with one another. If Iris were to be honest about her feelings right now, Kara would probably end up crying some more, and Iris wasn't in the mood to deal with that. The red head would definitely need to prove herself before Iris could even think about trusting this woman. "Yuuup. We'll see." she spoke in echo of Len, stretching her slender arms above her head. As if their luck had not been bad enough, a young man now was in their presence and pointing his cross bow at the three of them. Len began spitting out insults as the man looked dreary and exhausted towards them. Iris could tell by his dark demeanor that he probably needed a good night's rest. Len!" Iris shouted over his roars, her hand gripping his shoulder tight from behind. She leaned in with a harsh whisper, "We can't afford to be hollering like this." she released her grasp, looking between the faces that had gathered. "Easy now, we're friendly" Kara called mumbling off something extra at the end. Iris took the opportunity to agree with her, "Yessir, we're friendly. Just tryna' keep dry and warm tonight. If this is your spot we'll be leaving just as soon as the rain stops." Iris nodded, hoping the man would do as Kara did - stand down. Tense as Len was, ready for a fight (as he most always was), the second Iris' hand made contact with his shoulder, he relaxed--enough to be noticed, anyway. He sort of...deflated. He was still glaring at the man, however, deep rage in his eyes. He listened to her whisper, and realized as usual, Iris was right though. Now wasn't exactly the time to be getting into trouble. He closed his eyes for a long time, nodding. He'd only been trying to protect Iris--and if the guy so much as twitched the wrong way, he'd make sure that he'd take the man out with him. "Alright...alright," Len murmured, folding his arms over his chest. He snorted as Kara tried to convince him how "friendly" they were. Arching an eyebrow as Iris agreed with Kara, he snorted again. "Yeah. We 'bout as friendly as a tic-tac, Gunslinger. So be nice if you'd just back down now. The emphasis that he put on "gunslinger" was meant as a weak insult ,but he didn't really care at this point. He didn't like the guy, and would've preffered to take his chances with the Langue at the moment.</s> <\|message\|>Espen HolterThe Hunter Espen returned his hand to his crossbow after rubbing his tired eyes. Looking back down at the three, he noticed one of them was armed and some were staring at him. Another arbalist. Espen's grip tightened around his crossbow and he attempted to aim his weapon best he could towards who he thought was a possible threat. "Well I'll be a monkey's son of a bitch!! What the fuck, Iris? Every gat-damn-body and their special cousin's be drawin' down on us today! This is startin' to get just a lil' on my nerves, Sis…" Espen's attention was immediately drawn to the man with the funny way of speaking. Still aiming his crossbow at the armed lady, his eyes were following the man. He took a step forward and Espen slowly directed his crossbow towards him. The fastest way to him would be by the ladder and he would rather not have anyone climbing it. "You got 'bout two cotton-pickin' seconds to lower that fuckin' peashooter before I plant my boot so far up your ASS you gonna taste leather for the next ten gat-damn years!!" Espen chuckled a bit. What an odd way to threaten someone. Espen didn't really care about how furious he was. "Easy now, we're friendly" Espen didn't like killing people. Most of the time. He has heard so many variations of those words so many times that they lost all merit; especially in situations like these. Espen felt he had the advantage, being so high up and the three of them confined into one space. Like shooting fish in a barrel. But instead of fish, it is people... inside of a silo... Espen ignored the talk of them being friendly as he really examined the situation. He was unaware of whether or not they had any weapons on them, they outnumbered him, and more importantly... the only way he could possibly go is down. Even if he did manage to shoot one of them, they could retaliate. Espen didn't wanna test the durability of the silo against arrows or bullets. Higher ground didn't mean shit currently. Walking away was no longer an option. His choice of trying to confront them was dumb. The arbalist lowered his crossbow and decided to ask something he has been bothering him for a bit. "Hey hothead, where is that accent from?"</s>	<\|message\|>Name Corbin Verrone "RUN!" Bullets from the automatic pistol pelleted the ground just inches from Corbin's outreaching arm, his fingers fumbling to grasp Karri's cotton shirtsleeve. "Run damn you!" the gaze from her deep green orbs burned deep into his, her fearful but stern face etched forever into his memory. His failure to pull her to safety weighted heavily upon his soul. "KARRI!" The crackling voice of a tormented soul broke the plastering pelts of the heavy rainfall; tears streamed and cleaned the grimy cheeks of Corbin while forcing himself upright from his hellish nightmare. "Karri," trembling hands came to a rest upon tightly clenched eyelids. "Why?" His body jerked with the occasional sob escaped from the upright fetal positioned Corbin. Karri's last moments on this earth filled his mind's eye relentlessly. "OH GOD WHY NOT ME!" He sobbed into his covering hands, "Why not me!" His words faded into the sounds of his own sniffles. By the power of Zeus or whomever, the clap of thunder that shook the small station brought Corbin out of his moment of tormented flashbacks to the current situation of him being carefree in choosing a place to rest. Quickly he pushed himself up, stood for a few moments listening to the musical thumping of rain upon the aging roof. His eyes darted over the small room, taking in the view with each streaming stem of lightening that the storm provided. Death wish? Yes maybe, tired of this way of life? Most assuredly, was the thinking process of Corbin while he moved to the bay window and looked out over the land. His mind still jittery with the thoughts of Karri and the pain of not being able to reach her in time. He closed his eyes and brought his fingers into clenching fists while he fought the pain, fought trying to stop the images of the bullet riddled body of Karri that his mind's eye kept playing. A deep breathe, a small exhale, opening of the eyes brought Corbin back once more from his past. He forced his mind to think about the people he just left behind on the hillside. There was a saying that there is safety in numbers, but for him, it seemed like that was just the opposite, however, Karri's last request to him was to make sure that he stands up and make a difference in this hell hole. He gave his word that he would. He looked back over the land knowing well that the people on the hillside would not attempt to travel in storm with the increase threat of the Langue rising up in the soften earth. They would find cover and hold up till the break of dawn, he also knew that with this much rain, they would not stay on the hillside either, they would be traveling by the road till the ground hardened up so all he had to do was keep an eye on the road and wait till they showed up.</s>
<\|description\|>Espen HolterThe Hunter Age: 19 Gender: Male Personality + Brave + Strong + Superficially content. + Cunning + Selfless + Inquisitive ✘ Volatile ✘ Over-protective ✘ Vengeful ✘ Stubborn ✘ Sadistic ✘ Distrustful ✘ Animalistic ✘ Quick-tempered Appearance Build: Lean Hair/Hair color: Dark Brown Skin color: Fair Eye color: Hazel Height: 6'0" Weight: 160lb Clothing: •Black Bear fur coat •Long-sleeved cream T-shirt •Pants •Black Combat boots •Leather gloves Espen was born into the same dwindling community as his parents. The main reason for his existence being that his older sister created a hole in his parent's hearts when she left that he would have to fill. Being a boy in a group comprised of hunters, Espen learned how to hunt. As soon as he was capable, his father was teaching him how to use a gun and survive during times like these. His father told him of the wonders the world held outside the walls of the small camp everyone he knew lived in. Stories of how his sister managed to escape. His father secretly wanted to go out into the open wild and leave the dying group himself but only stayed because of his wife. The inevitable happened and the weakening group got attacked by bandits. Many were slain, including Espen's father. Sandra was already saddened by her daughter's death at the tongue of a langue but her husband's death at the hands of fellow humans convinced her that the world was too dangerous. Too dangerous for a little boy who can barely wield a gun. So she placed him in a metal cage. A cage filled with two smaller cages. One Espen could barely fit in, one he could lay down and stretch in and another he could stand and manage some movement in. He could never leave her and die like his sister. He would be safe inside the cage, in her mind, and so she forced him to live in that cage for many years. His days filled with stories of the happy past his mother barely remembered. That is, until the future appeared to be brighter. She got a new partner and had a new child with him. When she attempted to place him in the cage with Espen, he smothered his sister. When his mother attempted to remove the corpse from the cage while he was asleep, Espen killed her. He fled into the forest afterward and never returned to the dwindling community. Relationships Sandra Holter (Deceased) Espen's mother and second person he has killed. Espen spites her more than anyone or anything else that exists aside from himself. His memories of their earliest interactions would fill him with joy if it weren't for the most recent events that occurred between them. In his book, she caged him like an animal and he responded accordingly. Regardless of his opinion on her murder, Espen feels guilty. His mother's death will probably haunt him for the rest of his days. Rose Holter (Deceased) Espen did not actually communicate with his younger half-sister much, apart from killing her of course. He continues to question the morality of his decision to end his sister's life and despises himself because of what he did to the helpless infant. The desire to carry on the memory of his family's existence, be who he hoped Rose could be, and to find his sister a perfect burial place makes him feel the need to live. Rose is the reason he hasn't offed himself yet. Rose the teddy bear(As alive as a teddy bear can be) A teddy bear that Espen named after his dead sister that contains Rose's corpse. Acteon Holter (Deceased) Espen's truly misses and loves his now deceased father. Acteon had taught him the skills that made him survive in the woods and he knew that his father loved him very much. Ferika Holter (Deceased) Even though Espen has only heard about her from stories told by his parents, Ferika has affected him. Ferika's impact on Espen is what stopped him from giving into his mother. What stopped him from simply accepting his life within the cage and boosted his desire to get out. He was not alive while she was up and kicking but he does thank her for her influence. Possessions: •Crossbow •Arrows •Rose the teddy bear •Uncooked Meat and Berries •Sewing needles+sewing stuff Other •Claustrophobic as fuck. •He was born on June 5th.</s> <\|message\|>Kara Roberts Kara followed behind at a safe distance, not too far, but not too close. She was still shaking, the langue could easily show up any moment now and kill Len and Irs. Then she would be alone ago, she seemed to have a knack for surviving unforgiving odds. "Hey uh, where exactly are we going?" In her mind Kara imagined a huge compound, full of people all living happily. It would be like the langue didn't exist. Everytime she blinked she could see it again, her parents would be there, her mentor would be there. But most importantly Anna would be there, sweet innocent Anna with her beautiful blue eyes and long blonde hair. Kara had thought about giving up many times, finding a way to kill herself. But Anna wouldn't want that, she always had a dream and Kara was going to make sure it happened. Every night back at the sanctuary Kara and Anna would climb up onto the roof of the living quarters and watch the sunset together, cuddling. "We're gon' expand this place" Anna would say this every time "Find new people, repopulate." Kara would always just sit and listen to Anna talk about her plan "My father reckoned there's a way to kill all the langue, he never told me what though. But I'm gon' find it Kara, you can trust me on that. And when I do, we're gonna get married and have a family of our own. It'll be like this never happened!" Kara's eyes opened and she was back to reality, her eyes began to well up again. "Anna..." she said to herself, though Len and Iris could hear her quite well</s> <\|message\|>Alex "Rocket" Jones Alex listened from the shadows of the trees as the trio seemed to calm down enough to communicate with each other. Alex was liking the man's style more and more. He had a cool approach to everything, even when the redhead was pointing a crossbow at his friend. He even got in between it and his friend, improbably guessing that the redhead lacked the guts to fire on the two of them. And he spoke in such a way that Alex knew he meant business. Alex shivered again as the rain began to start, holding back a growl. Great, right as her clothes were starting to get dry. She watched as the man pushed past the redhead, with his friend with the cool hair following close behind. Both of them pushed past the girl violently. It was clear to see who was the easier target. The redhead seemed to be too scared to move, easy pickings. Alex waited until it seemed like the man and the woman were a distance away before she began to creep out of the trees, still keeping hidden. She needed the element of surprise. But right as she was making herself seen she noticed something. The redhead was crying. Alex swallowed, tense. And then quickly ducked back into the trees as the girl ran past her, trying to catch up. Alex let out a soft curse, knowing the redhead wouldn't be able to hear her. She half expected the man and woman to laugh her off. What could the two of them do with such an emotional weakling? Bait maybe. She was mostly angry at her loss of a good target. Alex rolled her eyes, trying to compose herself. The redhead likely didn't have anything on her. Her painfully empty stomach forced her to check the abandoned fire pit, to see if any of the squirrel remained. But there was nothing but dust. She looked up at the three figures, now pretty far away. Maybe they would eventually kick out the redhead. Or better yet, lead Alex to something. She followed behind the three, keeping as slow and quiet as she could. She was getting pretty close to them, but something was making it hard to walk. The ground and mud felt loose and shifty. Alex nearly found herself stumbling, catching herself. But not before letting out a curse and a gasp.</s> <\|message\|>Espen HolterThe Hunter "What about here Rose?" He didn't hear any kind of response. He never got a response. No matter how many times Espen asked the teddy bear the stuffed animal remained silent. Espen glanced at the lofty tree. If Rose doesn't think this is a suitable resting place then Espen doesn't. The man squeezed the plushie closer to himself before trudging away from the possible hideous sepulcher. After only a few steps, he felt his finger get lightly prodded. Espen peered down at the toy to find a small flower stem sticking out of it. The stem's discoloration showed the flowers that filled the teddy bear were dying which Espen couldn't allow. His trudging gradually turned into jogging as he looked around the area for flowers. Eventually, he came across some roses that not only looked nice but would partially mask the stench of his decaying sister's body. Espen cut away at the stems of multiple flowers with his knife until he could fill his coat pockets and hands with the aromatic flowers. Should be eno- Espen's thoughts were interrupted by the angry boom of thunder. Well... shit. He didn't wanna get soaked or eaten so Espen sprinted towards the closest shelter to him, some old (hopefully) uninhabited buildings. Once inside some structure with a roof he placed Rose onto the ground and proceeded to undo the stitches that kept the bear's cloth together. The moment he did so he saw her. Rose's body surrounded by equally lifeless lilies. Espen's attempt at holding back tears was absolutely pointless. He was hunched over the corpse, crying and sobbing. One of the reasons he entered this place was to stay dry and his tears falling onto Rose made entering here somewhat pointless. He slowly removed all of the dead lilies and replaced them with the newly picked roses then sewed the toy back together. "I'm sorry." Espen wiped the tears from his face and placed his only companion down, letting it lean on the wall. He looked at his overcast surroundings and sat himself down next to the bear. "We'll just have to wait."</s> <\|message\|>Iris Jane Barret Approaching the large empty grain silo Iris looked at the decomposing outside, running her hand along the exterior she felt the chipping paint crumble against her fingertips. Soon they met with the ladder to get inside. "Let's hope she's open." Iris mentioned to Len and Kara, giving a cheeky grin. She looked liked a wet dog, but the shower had been long overdue. Gripping to the slippery metal ladder, Iris began quickly ascending. Losing her footing when she was a bit more than half way- she let out a sharp gasp before flinging her petite body to the cold metal, holding on for dear life. "Fuck!" she muttered, gathering herself before continuing her climb. As she reached the door and tried the handle. It was unlocked. Looking down to Len and Kara Iris gave a thumbs up to indicate she was okay and that it was safe to climb up. Pushing open the door Iris was greeted with an unpleasant sight- the silo was empty. The group could not use the grain as a layer of protection and more room to walk, but the few feet of inner ring of railing and landing would be enough for the night. Len grunted in reply as Iris mentioned hoping the door was open. He expected it to be, but if not...hell, he could always make an entrance if need be. He gave Kara a quick glance, before following Iris inside, wondering what sight would await them. He'd seen some...interesting things in abandoned buildings. Some quite grisly. He watched as Iris started climbing the wet ladder. "Hey there now, you be a-care--" he hadn't even finished the sentence when she lost her grip. Eyes wide, he dashed forward as though to catch her should she fall, but she somehow managed to stay on the ladder. Letting out a deep sigh of relief. "Don't go breakin' yer neck now, ya hear?" he hollered up as Iris began to climb once more. Turning to Kara, he said "Awright, let's get a climbin' and try not to fall, eh?" With that, he took hold of the rungs. He was wondering if he'd lose his grip around the same place Iris did, but he made it up without incident. He glanced around, noting the emptiness of the area. "Well, ain't this a son of a bitch," he spoke, crossing his arms. "Well, leas' the worms might not be smellin' us as good up here. I hope."</s> <\|message\|>Kara Roberts Kara followed them up, climbing up the ladders very slowly being sure not to make the same mistake Iris did. She caught up to them and looked around, disappoint in her eyes "Uh, this is your hold out?" She said, drenched in rain. Kara looked around the small area, being very careful with her footing "It's better than nothing I suppose" She sighed before sitting on the flooring, removing her wet head scarf. She kept her eyes on Len and Iris before deciding to talk again "Listen, about earlier. I don't know what I was thinking"</s>	<\|message\|>Espen HolterThe Hunter Sitting down made his own weariness apparent. After a long yawn, Espen jabbed himself in the leg, but the pain didn't make him wakeful. His eyes repeatedly closed and opened as he fought the futile battle against sleep. Espen willingly laid down and reached for his teddy bear. He easily ignored the cold ground and squeezed the plushy close to himself, he finally closed his eyes. Espen's exhaustion and the rainfall limited Espen's senses, but he was still capable of hearing the curses and words uttered by fellow invaders. Sleeping while other survivors are around would be asking for death. Espen rose as alive as ever, he briskly grabbed his things and prepared his crossbow. The man inspected the area before noting some boot marks leading to a silo. He grasped the metal ladder and climbed upwards. Espen wrapped his fingers around the slippery handle and opened it. Regardless of his awkward footing, he aimed his crossbow down towards the bottom of the silo at the three invaders. "I can't really go to sleep until you guys do." Espen stated as he rubbed his eyes, still aiming his crossbow at the three of them.</s>
<\|description\|>Tim Henson Superhero Alias: Element Master Age: 14 Gender: male Appearance: Power: Chemical Element Transmutation: Tim has the ability to alter the elements on the periodic table and can change them into other elements, for example he can turn oxygen into carbon and plutonium into uranium. His powers are limited to touch and it is very hard to affect living things with this power. This power also requires concentration and focus to work properly so if he doesn't concentrate then his powers will not work as efficiently. Using his powers for too long can cause him a lot of strain on his body and exhaust him. Mask Appearance: Personality: kind, has a good heart and very smart. History: Tim for as long he could remember was a big lover of chemistry and the periodic table. At the age of seven he was already reading advanced textbooks on chemistry and could tell people answers to hard scientific questions. Eventually he was attending Eden City High when the viral attack happened and he was given incredible abilities. To his awe and amazement Tim discovered that he could transmute chemical elements on the periodic table. He soon decided to become a costumed hero and began work as a hero named Element Master to fight against crime and villainy. Other:</s> <\|message\|>Jason Steel Eden City High. Once just a completely ordinary school like any other. Until the incident. An unknown virus spread through the school, all of the students were knocked unconscious at exactly 2:37PM. They all awoke at exactly 2:37PM two weeks later in an isolated hospital. While they were unconscious it was discovered that some of them were gifted with unique abilities beyond the bounds of ordinary human possibility. Superpowers. The school was remodeled to facilitate less students and with state-of-the-art facilities for both ordinary lessons and an underground floor for power development and combat technique. Many of the students, of course, were not gifted so, and they all got full scholarships to a prestigious private high school, most likely with some subtle payments to the owner of that school involved. It was predicted many students would try to become vigilantes, so to lessen the negative publicity of this they left masks on all the hospital beds matching functionality with their abilities and style matching their personality file. as they slept to keep their identities hidden in any nighttime activities, waiting for them to wake up. Once all the students woke up they were briefed on the situation, much to the shock of many students, and a notice to them all that they should make aliases based on their abilities so that the government doesn't need a registration act to communicate about them legally, and that adults with similar abilities have been replaced as their teachers in one class. The students were given a week off of school to adapt to their new abilities, but now that week is over. School has begun. "Bye Jason," Riley Steel said to his son Jason as he walked into school to his office. Jason laughed and shook his head at his cold father who he only found out in the last week had superpowers like him. And mom knew this whole time! How unfair... Jason shrugged and walked into the school, ridiculously early since his dad had to get in early to prepare and he was Jason's only ride. Jason walked around a bit, dropping his bag at the main classroom, which teachers would leave and go into for Maths and English, where all the students start their day. According to the government guy who introduced himself at the briefing as the principal, an old bastard with no powers Jason knew of. Jason saw a green-haired girl and considered going to talk to her, but the swirling pit of anger fear and grief made Jason decide to stay near the locker area. He went into his bag and smiled looking at his mask, a big reflective piece of glass that went around his face. That "green haired girl", Artemis, was busy writing in her notepad things people would ask a lot to save constantly having to write them. 'Hi', 'The notepad's because I'm a mute', 'I'd rather not talk about what made me mute', etc. Mostly responding to the annoying questions people ask about her not talking. She'd only been at Eden City High a few days before incident and noone who really spoke to her much wasn't gifted. Agh. Meeting people is a pain.</s> <\|message\|>Maria Sky Hurston- called "Sky" Coming back to Eden City High after the incident was strange for Sky. While some students stood around in cliques talking about their week off and such mundane small talk- Sky kept her eyes cast downward as she walked through the front doors of the building. Her life was a complete and total mess, but Sky knew she had to make the most out of the lemons life handed her. She went to her locker quickly and stared at the combination lock. She had forgotten the code- it was something important.. But what was it? "Oh yeah," she said under her breath before twisting the dials until the code matched her parents anniversary date. Then locker popped open and Sky took a deep breath. She had English first period, and it wasn't something she would enjoy. She carefully placed the English books down in the deep red bag with yellow polka dots on it. She was careful not to harm the colorful, full face mask that was tucked neatly inside of the bag. She stood and placed the straps on her shoulders before mustering up enough courage to look around. Sky hadn't been at Eden City for more than a month before the incident- so she saw many familiar faces, but no faces that would even recognize her.</s> <\|message\|>Cecelia, Student "Okay, mommy. I'm off to school!" Cecelia called out as she reached the front door. Her mom called back "Dear, it's chilly out, so remember your jacket. I washed it last night!" Cecelia sighed "I know that mommy, I was outside yesterday! OH! Gotta hurry or I'll miss the bus. Love you! Bye!" Grabbing her bunny jacket she has for several years (and having to buy a new one, since her original one was super tight and wouldn't fit any more), Cecelia ran for her bus stop, making it just in time to get on. It was stragely empty today. I guess there weren't many special kids that ride my bus. This sucks. Same bus driver though, but he's creepy. All my friends are still normal... Cecelia rode the bus in silence, reaching in her messanger bag for her mask, the awesome transformation of the mask from right to left was a symbol of her powers to turn things into other thing she's seen. She pulls Fluffy from her bag and hugs him tight to her chest. "It's gonna be alright, Fluffy. We'll make it through this together," Cecelia mutters as she turns her body side to side. Once the bus arrives, Cecelia, back in her happy mood, skips off the bus and into the halls towards the lockers. Once there, she sees a boy who is also here. "Hi there. How was your break?" Cecelia asked, not even remembering if she had met this boy before. After picking up her books, she notices a girl writing in a notepad. She walks over and looks at the girl. Trying not to be too loud, she says "Hi there, I'm cecelia. I don't think I've met you. What's your name? By the way, you have really pretty hair." Cecelia smiles.</s> <\|message\|>Jackdaw "Daw" Hira Jackdaw grabbed her shoulder bag and threw on a light blue hoodie. As she walked out the door Daw slung her bag over her shoulder before beginning the walk to school. Daw lived quite close to Eden High School. Close enough to walk, at least. The sun shown down bright on Daw's pale white skin, causing it to seem brighter than normal. As she walked Daw thought. About what her new school would be like. About what students had become more special. And questions bit about that gap in her memories. From six to twelve. There were no memories from that time. Nothing. At Daw was only thirteen. She should be able to remember last year. And now she had been asleep for two weeks exactly. I was annoying for Daw, but hey, when life gives you lemons, put them in a sack and beat your enemies with it till they break. Daw walked into the school and immediately put her alternate personality. She needed to be nice. She needed to help others. That had been what she had decided as her attitude towards people. A sweet, nice little girl, smart and kind. Sweet and innocent. No one but her parents and some of the police new of her six year 'disappearance'. And Daw wanted to keep it that way.</s> <\|message\|>Alexi Rayne BEEP BEEP BEEP Alexi groaned as the agonizing sound of her alarm clock went off. "Great another day." she muttered as she got up and started making her coffee. Once the coffee was ready, she threw on her black tank top and black mini skirt with frills at the bottom of it, skulls imprinted into the cloth, and chains dangling off of her left side.</s> <\|message\|>Aquamarine "Aqua" Silverman Aqua stands outside the front of the school, rubbing her shoulders furiously. For some reason, she is cold. But, then again, she's always cold now. She walks up the steps into Eden City High and tries not to touch anything. Considering it has been strange couple weeks, she has yet to be able to actually control her powers and freezing water in the air is a particularly bad one. Considering most everything is made up of water, it is hard for her to control her powers. Everything she touches seems to turn to ice or burns immediately. Aqua takes a deep breath and pulls her mask down over her eyes and peers through the eye holes. She sees a young man leaning up against a locker and other people heading toward their first class, which is English. She accidentally bumps into someone and apologizes immediately, embarrassment shading her face red. Suddenly, her legs slip out from underneath her and she falls to the ground with a thump. She groans as she rubs her lower back, looking down at the newly fresh patch of ice where her feet just were. She sighs and climbs slowly to her feet. She's going to have to learn to control her emotions if she wants to get this power thing under control. She walks into the classroom and notices a few people already there: a green haired girl scribbling in a notebook, a younger looking girl, and another girl with a very colorful mask. She hurriedly walks to a seat close to the window in the front and sits down, plopping her bag down next to her.</s> <\|message\|>Alexi Rayne After getting dressed, Alexi made her way to the to the school. as she stepped out of her black Corvette Stingray into the school's student parking lot. She yawned and took a sip of her coffee before walking into school. She gave off a cold aura when she entered the hallway like usual. Taking another sip of her coffee, she made her way to the classroom. Alexi then takes her custom gas mask, inhales deeply, and puts it on, entering the classroom. Alexi then eyes a seat in the back of the classroom that seemed dark enough for her to enjoy. She was not a big fan of the light, she always stayed in a dark corner or room, not because she was senile, but because she felt safer that way. Alexi made her way to the desk in the bag and she sat down, tossing her empty coffee container in the trash can.</s> <\|message\|>Devon Ryder A figure was already in class, leaning back in his seat as he waited patiently for the teacher to arrive. He was around average height or so, with messy black hair that naturally flitted over bored, onyx-black eyes. Oddly enough, other than his soft hair, you couldn't see anything else about his facial features. The shadows from his hair seems to cover his entire face in shrouded darkness, only the darkness seemed to naturally come from his hair, forcing him to give off a general mysterious aura. The boy dropped his backpack onto his desk, a sound coming from his shadowed face - a minor, quiet sigh of annoyance. When will class start? He grumbled in his mind, propping his feet up and crossing his arms over his chest. He entertained himself by glancing around as other students filed in. There were a lot of...odd characters, but with what has recently happened, it wasn't all that surprising. Ryder stiffened when he felt someone enter the darkness near him, but otherwise didn't respond, dully turning his invisible gaze to the desk in front of him. On it, a shadowy, wisping figure formed, looking more like a horned goat then anything. It galloped around, being about the size of a bottle of water. It even let out disembodied, raspy yells of triump when it managed to tackle his pencil. It's eyes were pitch white, along with it's mouth, which was open in an eternal circle. In some ways, it was cute, in others, it was creepy.</s> <\|message\|>Cecelia, Student After not getting an immediate response from the green haired girl, Cecelia sat down in the seat next to her. Wow, she's really into her writing. And she's quiet. Is she lonely? Maybe she needs friends. She's not talking to anyone, just writint there, Cecelia starts thinking, as she pets Fluffy, who is in her lap, what do you think, Fluffy? She keeps petting her stuffed bunny and pulls out her books for class, then starts messing with her hood's ears while looking at the green haired girl with a sideways glance.</s> <\|message\|>Maria Sky Hurston- called "Sky" The shadowed figure in the back made Sky's eyes narrow. She couldn't see anything but darkness- making her incapable of noting if she recognized his face. She tore her eyes from the dark figure and looked up toward the froth of the classroom as she took her seat. Sky pulled her notebook from her bag along with her English book. She had always maintained good grades while in school, and she wouldn't let her 'gift' distract her from keeping those good grades. Sky took a single curl of her silver hair and twirled it around her index finger nonchalantly. She wanted this class to hurry as begin. Sky kept her head down and looked around the class- her eyes glancing quickly across each figure. She taped her notebook softly with the end of her pencil, crossing her jean clad legs under the cover of her desk.</s>	<\|message\|>Tim Henson Tim got ready for school early this morning and finishing breakfast when the bus. He quickly said goodbye to his parents as he rushed out the door and onto the bus headed for his school. Once on the bus he found a seat that was empty and kept to himself. For the rest of the ride to school he played with coins from his wallet by transforming the element that they were made out of into another. Made his quarters into Aluminum and his pennies into sodium. When the bus got to the school he quickly got off the bus and headed straight for class, he hoped that they would have a chemistry exam soon. That was one of his favorite subjects in school and he loved doing those kinds of exams. When he got to the classroom he noticed a couple other students sitting in the own seats a bit far away from the teacher, he rolled his eyes and sat near the front. Unlike most students he liked his classes.</s>
<\|description\|>Charles "Chuck" Flounder Superhero Alias: Chimp Age: 16 Gender: Male Power: Adoptive Muscle Memory Chuck has the ability to instantly learn anything he sees someone else do. This allows him to acquire and store a vast array of skills ranging from freerunning to cross-stitching. This also means that if an opponent uses a move against him once, he can recognize it if it is used again. He can only repeat skills that are within the range of human ability, however, which means he won't be copying anyone else's superpowers. Personality: Self-confident and a little lazy, Chuck gets by with as little effort as he can. He is not very competitive, and pays no mind to teasing or insults. He is very loyal to his parents, often bringing up "things his dad says" as a reason for his actions. History: Prior to the incident, Chuck was a B-average student. He enjoyed learning, but his acquired knowledge was often too varied to be of much use. His lack of motivation got him in trouble with many of his teachers, especially his PE instructor, but he was a personal favorite of the principle, so he was never seriously punished. Chuck loves his new powers, and now spends most of his free time watching and practicing all kinds of different skills, many with no redeemable purpose. He still doesn't pay much attention in class, but a few minutes spent skimming through his textbook is usually enough to get him an excellent grade. Other:</s> <\|message\|>Cecelia, Student After not getting an immediate response from the green haired girl, Cecelia sat down in the seat next to her. Wow, she's really into her writing. And she's quiet. Is she lonely? Maybe she needs friends. She's not talking to anyone, just writint there, Cecelia starts thinking, as she pets Fluffy, who is in her lap, what do you think, Fluffy? She keeps petting her stuffed bunny and pulls out her books for class, then starts messing with her hood's ears while looking at the green haired girl with a sideways glance.</s> <\|message\|>Maria Sky Hurston- called "Sky" The shadowed figure in the back made Sky's eyes narrow. She couldn't see anything but darkness- making her incapable of noting if she recognized his face. She tore her eyes from the dark figure and looked up toward the froth of the classroom as she took her seat. Sky pulled her notebook from her bag along with her English book. She had always maintained good grades while in school, and she wouldn't let her 'gift' distract her from keeping those good grades. Sky took a single curl of her silver hair and twirled it around her index finger nonchalantly. She wanted this class to hurry as begin. Sky kept her head down and looked around the class- her eyes glancing quickly across each figure. She taped her notebook softly with the end of her pencil, crossing her jean clad legs under the cover of her desk.</s> <\|message\|>Tim Henson Tim got ready for school early this morning and finishing breakfast when the bus. He quickly said goodbye to his parents as he rushed out the door and onto the bus headed for his school. Once on the bus he found a seat that was empty and kept to himself. For the rest of the ride to school he played with coins from his wallet by transforming the element that they were made out of into another. Made his quarters into Aluminum and his pennies into sodium. When the bus got to the school he quickly got off the bus and headed straight for class, he hoped that they would have a chemistry exam soon. That was one of his favorite subjects in school and he loved doing those kinds of exams. When he got to the classroom he noticed a couple other students sitting in the own seats a bit far away from the teacher, he rolled his eyes and sat near the front. Unlike most students he liked his classes.</s> <\|message\|>Aquamarine "Aqua" Silverman Aqua looks around and notice that more people have entered. She lets out a small sigh and uncaps the horn on her hip. She pulls it out and begins to twirl it around her fingers, a trick that she taught herself when she first got her powers. She looks around and notices a shadowy boy in the back of the class. She faces forward, not want to look at him. The water slips between her fingers and down her wrist as she moves it over to her other hand. She smiles and leans up against the wall. Suddenly, the wall gets very cold and she jerks back, looking at her. The water has disappeared from her hand and is now across the entire wall. The entire wall, from the front of the room to the back, is completely frozen. She swallows and tries to get it back, but it stays frozen. Little ice crystals appear on the windows and she bites the insides of her cheeks. This is not a good way to start off the class. She sighs and waves her hand over the frozen section closest to her. It is going to take awhile, but she could at least melt it off the wall, without, hopefully, melting the wall itself.</s> <\|message\|>Charles "Chuck" Flounder Chuck slid the green Mercedes sedan into his parking space with a screech and whiff of burnt rubber. After watching a few television shows about racing and stunt driving, he could do just about any driving trick in the book without fear of wrecking. It gave his parents a fit, but they were willing to do anything for their special little boy. The clock on his dashboard told him he was a few minutes early, but the school bell suggested otherwise. He quickly slid out of the car, then pressed the lock button on his keychain while sprinting for the door. He caught up with the last few students entering the classroom, and took his seat near the front. English wasn't one of his favorite classes, especially because his talent of copying was against the rules for creative writing. He sighed, took out his books, and began to scribble a famous painting he had seen a few days ago.</s> <\|message\|>Aiden Jones Aiden's eyes slowly crawled open, much to his disliking he was waking up and when he woke up in the morning it was hard for him to fall back asleep. It was useful, he thought, on days where he had schooling. If he could just fall back asleep instead of getting up he would, but he sat up, and got ready for the day. Not too long later he was dressed and full of breakfast, ready to deal with the newly-redone school. He extended his wings and took off, flying low and out of sight towards the school. One perk of his new powers, he could easily fly with his wings and it made land travel an unnecessary form of transportation. Only after a few minutes he landed in is school's yard, retracting his wings and walking inside and towards his first class. He liked to carry most of his stuff in his bags, lockers were unsafe to him, especially now that most everyone had powers. After finding his way to his first class he sat his books on the ground next to a desk he liked and plopped down in it, taking a book out from inside one of his bags and continuing where he left off on it. He liked books, especially about birds and animals, most likely due to how his mother was a Zoologist focused on birds. She had always showed him her studies when she came home and sometimes brought birds, sparking a fascination in birds. Wouldn't you guess his mother's face when she found out what his powers were. He thought about introducing himself to someone, but decided against it and continued on his book.</s> <\|message\|>Alexi Rayne Alexi laid her head on her desk, holding it in pain. She was obviously hung over from last night, besides she didn't care how others viewed her, for she felt that she wasn't going to have friends away. Alexi was used to being lonely, though sometimes it would turn into manic depression. On the inside she felt like ice, like an outcast to everyone. ALexi then scooted her desk so he was covered completely by the shadow. Having done this, her appearance grown a tad more transparent, which she wanted because she wasn't too fond of conversation, mainly because she didn't want to get attached to someone again, considering her last "relationship."</s> <\|message\|>Jackdaw "Daw" Hira Jackdaw walked into her English class, smiling gently. She noted the people all ready in room, and simple sat down, pulling out a note book and pen. Once seated Daw began writing. The journal she was writing in was one that she had used since she was twelve. In case she ever forgot, Daw made sure to write down most things. For now she simply noted down her schedule. Once done she flipped back to the beginning of the notebook. Jackdaw. Jackdaw. Jackdaw. Jackdaw. Jackdaw. Jackdaw. My name is Jackdaw. I think I'm twelve. I remember nothing but my name. They found me yesterday. Said I had been missing for six years. For know their keeping me in a hospital. Why? What happened to me? Who are these people? They keeping telling me that they're my parents. I don't believe them. They still haven't let me out. These bandages are constricting and the room I'm in is intoxicating. It's perfect white walls simple beg for me to splatter them with red. But nothing is allowed near me except for you. They keep telling me that if I let them read my notebook they can help me. But I really doubt it. You are mine and mine alone. The rambling so went on and one. They had been the only thing Jackdaw could trust when she had returned. And they were the only thing Daw still trusted with all her heart.</s> <\|message\|>Cecelia, Student Cecelia sees another girl sitting diagonal from her, so she turns her attention to the dark haired girl. "Hi, how was your break? I don't think we've met before. Maybe we were in different classes. Well, anyways, I think the school's better with fewer people, making it easier to know more of the people you see every day, ya know?" Cecelia aims her words over at the girl diagonal from her, still holding Fluffy to her chest. I hope they aren't thinking that I'm weird or something or just don't want to talk to me...</s> <\|message\|>Elijah Antol Elijah placed his briefcase down and reviewed the lesson plan for the next few days. Seeing as it was the first day however, he doubted little would be learned, if anything at all. Probably just introductions and just talking. At least that's what Elijah remembered from when he was in school. It was sorta abrupt when someone from the government told him that they wished for him to become a teacher. Elijah wasn't too excited, but the salary was nice and it would be a nice change of pace from his travels. Now if they'd stop blasting the A/C on high. It was pretty bloody col- Oh. The bloody wall was frozen over. Probably some nut on the other side wanted to show off to their new classmates. He walked over to the other classroom and knocked on the door. "Excuse me, but could the show-off please unfreeze the damn wall? It's pretty cold being next to a big piece of ice."</s> <\|message\|>Aquamarine "Aqua" Silverman Aqua hears the teacher's voice and cringes, looking over her shoulder. "Sorry sir!" she yells over her shoulder. "I'll try to get it unfrozen!" She takes a deep breath and focuses on the wall. She squeezes her hands shut and suddenly, the ice turns to water and splashes anyone near the wall. She cringes as she gets thoroughly soaked by her own water and she sighs. This is just a mess. She looks around at everyone, her cheeks flaming, and she begins to pick up the water by waving her hand over it and shoving it back into the horn on her hip. She looks down at her back and sees that it is soaked. She sighs and closes her hand into a fist. Everything dries immediately and evaporates into the air. She smiles before going back to collecting all the water that has fallen from the water either onto people or onto the floor.</s> <\|message\|>Jackdaw "Daw" Hira "Yeah, I guess it is quieter," Daw smiled," I'm Jackdaw. Most people just call me Daw, it's nice to meet you." Daw finished, looking at the girl, hoping she wouldn't try to look at her notebook. Why do they want to read this? Why? Have I no privacy. And what is with my wounds. There aren't any bruisers or scratches. Only burns and slashed. Plus the stab wound on my thigh. Daw closed her notebook, sweetly smiling at the girl. Hoping that she wouldn't dare to read the red book that Daw held so near.</s> <\|message\|>Cecelia, Student Cecelia grinned back when Daw smiled. "Nice to meet you, too. Oh," remembering the bunny clutched to her chest, "this is Fluffy. I've had him since I was..." Cecelia takes a moment to count back, mumbling numbers and months, "Five years old. I think it's super cool that we all have powers now. Espe-" the bunny-clutching teen stopped mid-sentence to gaze at the frozen wall when someone called loudly into the room saying big piece of ice. "Oh, sorry. Frozen wall behind you. Anyways, what were you writing? Did I miss an english assignment, because there's a lot of people writing in notebooks. I don't wanna be behind on day one." Cecelia rambled on to Daw, stopping because she realized how much she'd been talking. After realizing, she blushed and said "I'm sorry for talking so much. I'm just usually alone at home or with my mom." After seeing the ice melt to water, she looks over at the other girl, who seemed to have melted it without touching any of it, and asks "you ok over there?"</s>	<\|message\|>Charles "Chuck" Flounder Chuck looked up from his drawing at the sound of people yelling, and glanced over at the now-melting wall of ice. He watched as the striking blond deftly maneuvered the water back into its container, impressed by how competent she was with her power. Of the few people he had met with supernatural abilities, she seemed to be the most comfortable. Since their teacher had yet to arrive, Chuck thought it would be a good time to make introductions. He stood, careful not to overturn his desk and the precariously balanced pencils on it, and walked over to where the girl was standing. "Hi," he said, with a confident grin. "My name's Chuck. Are you new around here? I don't recall having seen you before, and I'm certain you're someone I would remember." Chuck felt a little awkward about his greeting, especially the cheesy "someone I'd remember" part. Perhaps he should have watched some romance shows before school started back. Too late now, the greeting had already been said. Man, it would be cool to have a power to undo mistakes. A redo, like on those racing games. Crud, he'd been standing there for a few seconds, the girl must think he was an idiot. Was his breath okay? He brushed regularly, but maybe it was time to get some mouthwash. He thought he was pretty good at getting girls, but this one was making him feel even more stupid than he normally was.</s>
<\|description\|>Elijah Antol Superhero Alias: Dread Age: 25 Gender: Male Power: Maelstrom/Martial Arts Elijah is able to make his hands and feet extremely dense, making them durable enough, and can give himself the kinetic force to shatter even the toughest of metals given he has time. He can also perform maneuvers that defy gravity, such as dashing twice in midair, or a double jump. He can even detect enemy movement without the sense of vision. These abilities are also complimented by other martial arts techniques Elijah has picked up on his travels. While at a glance it may seem extremely powerful, there are drawbacks. He cannot make any part of his body dense other than his hands and feet, making him extremely vulnerable anywhere else. Foes who have attacks that affect a large area also counter his abilities, as they can simply make his dodging useless by spamming said attacks. He also cannot "cancel" a move, which also means foes with rapid attacks could quickly take him down as well. Mask Appearance: Personality: TBR Subject Teaching: Martial Arts, World History History: Elijah had a remarkably normal life up to the age of 13, after learning simple fighting techniques, wanted more knowledge of martial arts. In a span of eight years, he learned the basics of several martial arts, such as systema, muay thai, pencak silat, but never truly mastering any single one. He eventually began using a mixture of martial arts learned, making himself less predictable to opponents. It's currently unknown how he gained his powers, though they are probably due to an incident similar to the one at Eden High. Those powers led the government to hire him as a teacher for Eden City High. Other:</s> <\|message\|>Alexi Rayne BEEP BEEP BEEP Alexi groaned as the agonizing sound of her alarm clock went off. "Great another day." she muttered as she got up and started making her coffee. Once the coffee was ready, she threw on her black tank top and black mini skirt with frills at the bottom of it, skulls imprinted into the cloth, and chains dangling off of her left side.</s> <\|message\|>Aquamarine "Aqua" Silverman Aqua stands outside the front of the school, rubbing her shoulders furiously. For some reason, she is cold. But, then again, she's always cold now. She walks up the steps into Eden City High and tries not to touch anything. Considering it has been strange couple weeks, she has yet to be able to actually control her powers and freezing water in the air is a particularly bad one. Considering most everything is made up of water, it is hard for her to control her powers. Everything she touches seems to turn to ice or burns immediately. Aqua takes a deep breath and pulls her mask down over her eyes and peers through the eye holes. She sees a young man leaning up against a locker and other people heading toward their first class, which is English. She accidentally bumps into someone and apologizes immediately, embarrassment shading her face red. Suddenly, her legs slip out from underneath her and she falls to the ground with a thump. She groans as she rubs her lower back, looking down at the newly fresh patch of ice where her feet just were. She sighs and climbs slowly to her feet. She's going to have to learn to control her emotions if she wants to get this power thing under control. She walks into the classroom and notices a few people already there: a green haired girl scribbling in a notebook, a younger looking girl, and another girl with a very colorful mask. She hurriedly walks to a seat close to the window in the front and sits down, plopping her bag down next to her.</s> <\|message\|>Alexi Rayne After getting dressed, Alexi made her way to the to the school. as she stepped out of her black Corvette Stingray into the school's student parking lot. She yawned and took a sip of her coffee before walking into school. She gave off a cold aura when she entered the hallway like usual. Taking another sip of her coffee, she made her way to the classroom. Alexi then takes her custom gas mask, inhales deeply, and puts it on, entering the classroom. Alexi then eyes a seat in the back of the classroom that seemed dark enough for her to enjoy. She was not a big fan of the light, she always stayed in a dark corner or room, not because she was senile, but because she felt safer that way. Alexi made her way to the desk in the bag and she sat down, tossing her empty coffee container in the trash can.</s> <\|message\|>Devon Ryder A figure was already in class, leaning back in his seat as he waited patiently for the teacher to arrive. He was around average height or so, with messy black hair that naturally flitted over bored, onyx-black eyes. Oddly enough, other than his soft hair, you couldn't see anything else about his facial features. The shadows from his hair seems to cover his entire face in shrouded darkness, only the darkness seemed to naturally come from his hair, forcing him to give off a general mysterious aura. The boy dropped his backpack onto his desk, a sound coming from his shadowed face - a minor, quiet sigh of annoyance. When will class start? He grumbled in his mind, propping his feet up and crossing his arms over his chest. He entertained himself by glancing around as other students filed in. There were a lot of...odd characters, but with what has recently happened, it wasn't all that surprising. Ryder stiffened when he felt someone enter the darkness near him, but otherwise didn't respond, dully turning his invisible gaze to the desk in front of him. On it, a shadowy, wisping figure formed, looking more like a horned goat then anything. It galloped around, being about the size of a bottle of water. It even let out disembodied, raspy yells of triump when it managed to tackle his pencil. It's eyes were pitch white, along with it's mouth, which was open in an eternal circle. In some ways, it was cute, in others, it was creepy.</s> <\|message\|>Cecelia, Student After not getting an immediate response from the green haired girl, Cecelia sat down in the seat next to her. Wow, she's really into her writing. And she's quiet. Is she lonely? Maybe she needs friends. She's not talking to anyone, just writint there, Cecelia starts thinking, as she pets Fluffy, who is in her lap, what do you think, Fluffy? She keeps petting her stuffed bunny and pulls out her books for class, then starts messing with her hood's ears while looking at the green haired girl with a sideways glance.</s> <\|message\|>Maria Sky Hurston- called "Sky" The shadowed figure in the back made Sky's eyes narrow. She couldn't see anything but darkness- making her incapable of noting if she recognized his face. She tore her eyes from the dark figure and looked up toward the froth of the classroom as she took her seat. Sky pulled her notebook from her bag along with her English book. She had always maintained good grades while in school, and she wouldn't let her 'gift' distract her from keeping those good grades. Sky took a single curl of her silver hair and twirled it around her index finger nonchalantly. She wanted this class to hurry as begin. Sky kept her head down and looked around the class- her eyes glancing quickly across each figure. She taped her notebook softly with the end of her pencil, crossing her jean clad legs under the cover of her desk.</s> <\|message\|>Tim Henson Tim got ready for school early this morning and finishing breakfast when the bus. He quickly said goodbye to his parents as he rushed out the door and onto the bus headed for his school. Once on the bus he found a seat that was empty and kept to himself. For the rest of the ride to school he played with coins from his wallet by transforming the element that they were made out of into another. Made his quarters into Aluminum and his pennies into sodium. When the bus got to the school he quickly got off the bus and headed straight for class, he hoped that they would have a chemistry exam soon. That was one of his favorite subjects in school and he loved doing those kinds of exams. When he got to the classroom he noticed a couple other students sitting in the own seats a bit far away from the teacher, he rolled his eyes and sat near the front. Unlike most students he liked his classes.</s> <\|message\|>Aquamarine "Aqua" Silverman Aqua looks around and notice that more people have entered. She lets out a small sigh and uncaps the horn on her hip. She pulls it out and begins to twirl it around her fingers, a trick that she taught herself when she first got her powers. She looks around and notices a shadowy boy in the back of the class. She faces forward, not want to look at him. The water slips between her fingers and down her wrist as she moves it over to her other hand. She smiles and leans up against the wall. Suddenly, the wall gets very cold and she jerks back, looking at her. The water has disappeared from her hand and is now across the entire wall. The entire wall, from the front of the room to the back, is completely frozen. She swallows and tries to get it back, but it stays frozen. Little ice crystals appear on the windows and she bites the insides of her cheeks. This is not a good way to start off the class. She sighs and waves her hand over the frozen section closest to her. It is going to take awhile, but she could at least melt it off the wall, without, hopefully, melting the wall itself.</s> <\|message\|>Charles "Chuck" Flounder Chuck slid the green Mercedes sedan into his parking space with a screech and whiff of burnt rubber. After watching a few television shows about racing and stunt driving, he could do just about any driving trick in the book without fear of wrecking. It gave his parents a fit, but they were willing to do anything for their special little boy. The clock on his dashboard told him he was a few minutes early, but the school bell suggested otherwise. He quickly slid out of the car, then pressed the lock button on his keychain while sprinting for the door. He caught up with the last few students entering the classroom, and took his seat near the front. English wasn't one of his favorite classes, especially because his talent of copying was against the rules for creative writing. He sighed, took out his books, and began to scribble a famous painting he had seen a few days ago.</s> <\|message\|>Aiden Jones Aiden's eyes slowly crawled open, much to his disliking he was waking up and when he woke up in the morning it was hard for him to fall back asleep. It was useful, he thought, on days where he had schooling. If he could just fall back asleep instead of getting up he would, but he sat up, and got ready for the day. Not too long later he was dressed and full of breakfast, ready to deal with the newly-redone school. He extended his wings and took off, flying low and out of sight towards the school. One perk of his new powers, he could easily fly with his wings and it made land travel an unnecessary form of transportation. Only after a few minutes he landed in is school's yard, retracting his wings and walking inside and towards his first class. He liked to carry most of his stuff in his bags, lockers were unsafe to him, especially now that most everyone had powers. After finding his way to his first class he sat his books on the ground next to a desk he liked and plopped down in it, taking a book out from inside one of his bags and continuing where he left off on it. He liked books, especially about birds and animals, most likely due to how his mother was a Zoologist focused on birds. She had always showed him her studies when she came home and sometimes brought birds, sparking a fascination in birds. Wouldn't you guess his mother's face when she found out what his powers were. He thought about introducing himself to someone, but decided against it and continued on his book.</s> <\|message\|>Alexi Rayne Alexi laid her head on her desk, holding it in pain. She was obviously hung over from last night, besides she didn't care how others viewed her, for she felt that she wasn't going to have friends away. Alexi was used to being lonely, though sometimes it would turn into manic depression. On the inside she felt like ice, like an outcast to everyone. ALexi then scooted her desk so he was covered completely by the shadow. Having done this, her appearance grown a tad more transparent, which she wanted because she wasn't too fond of conversation, mainly because she didn't want to get attached to someone again, considering her last "relationship."</s> <\|message\|>Jackdaw "Daw" Hira Jackdaw walked into her English class, smiling gently. She noted the people all ready in room, and simple sat down, pulling out a note book and pen. Once seated Daw began writing. The journal she was writing in was one that she had used since she was twelve. In case she ever forgot, Daw made sure to write down most things. For now she simply noted down her schedule. Once done she flipped back to the beginning of the notebook. Jackdaw. Jackdaw. Jackdaw. Jackdaw. Jackdaw. Jackdaw. My name is Jackdaw. I think I'm twelve. I remember nothing but my name. They found me yesterday. Said I had been missing for six years. For know their keeping me in a hospital. Why? What happened to me? Who are these people? They keeping telling me that they're my parents. I don't believe them. They still haven't let me out. These bandages are constricting and the room I'm in is intoxicating. It's perfect white walls simple beg for me to splatter them with red. But nothing is allowed near me except for you. They keep telling me that if I let them read my notebook they can help me. But I really doubt it. You are mine and mine alone. The rambling so went on and one. They had been the only thing Jackdaw could trust when she had returned. And they were the only thing Daw still trusted with all her heart.</s> <\|message\|>Cecelia, Student Cecelia sees another girl sitting diagonal from her, so she turns her attention to the dark haired girl. "Hi, how was your break? I don't think we've met before. Maybe we were in different classes. Well, anyways, I think the school's better with fewer people, making it easier to know more of the people you see every day, ya know?" Cecelia aims her words over at the girl diagonal from her, still holding Fluffy to her chest. I hope they aren't thinking that I'm weird or something or just don't want to talk to me...</s>	<\|message\|>Elijah Antol Elijah placed his briefcase down and reviewed the lesson plan for the next few days. Seeing as it was the first day however, he doubted little would be learned, if anything at all. Probably just introductions and just talking. At least that's what Elijah remembered from when he was in school. It was sorta abrupt when someone from the government told him that they wished for him to become a teacher. Elijah wasn't too excited, but the salary was nice and it would be a nice change of pace from his travels. Now if they'd stop blasting the A/C on high. It was pretty bloody col- Oh. The bloody wall was frozen over. Probably some nut on the other side wanted to show off to their new classmates. He walked over to the other classroom and knocked on the door. "Excuse me, but could the show-off please unfreeze the damn wall? It's pretty cold being next to a big piece of ice."</s>
<\|description\|>Reesh Mecles Age: 32 Gender: Male Race: Argonian Physical Description: Primarily dark grey scales over the entirety of his body, his chest, stomache and face having a lighter grey set of scales. A noticeable scar located at the lower right side of his abdomen surrounded by slightly misshapened scales. Two prominent horns that point directly backwards on the crown of his head, along with six more horns, three on either side of his head where the jaw meets the skull. Skillset:Expert Skills * Heavy Armour * Blocking Adept Skills * One Handed Novice Skills * Alchemy History: Reesh was born in the wilderness of the Black Marsh near the Cyrodiil border. He was born into a family of bandits, and as a result, learnt to be vicious and harsh. After an attack from another bandit group, Reesh was orphaned at the age of 12 and sold into slavery over the border. During this time, he was sold to a few necromancers to carry their potions and ingredients. One of the necromancers took a liking to Reesh and treated him like a son, though she was a cruel mother. Through her, Reesh learned a tiny bit about alchemy and various ways one can make healing potions or poisons. He was finally liberated by a group of mercenaries who were hired to deal with the necromancers as they made themselves home in a cave in Cyrodiil. The mercenaries, calling themselves the 'Dragon Shields', took Reesh in after the fight, mostly an attempt to replenish their casualties. They trained Reesh, now at the age of 16, to be a combatant and taught him they're form of honour and mercenary ethics. They paid him a fair sum of their missions and treated him like one of their own. At the age of 25, Reesh was heavily wounded in his lower-right abdomen by the blade of a bandit. This caused him to lose a few scales in the spot of the wound. While he was recovering, one of his mercenary buddies offered him some skooma to help take his mind off of the pain. Reesh accepted and has been addicted ever since. A year later, Reesh would leave his mercenary guild and start off solo, primarily due to wanting to start off on his own. Many years later, after many successful jobs, either working solo or with others, he would receive the job of his life, a mission for The Collector. He immediately accepted the job and grabbed provisions to head for Skyrim. While he questioned the possible danger of this task, as it was an oddly high price for a bottle of mead, he knew the price made it worthwhile anyway. Equipment: * Steel Plate Armour (helmet is custom made. It's an opened-face helm, with two holes in the back for his horns. It also lacks the goofy wings on the sides.) * Steel Shield * Steel Mace * A black cowl * Various furs worn over his armour to deal with the cold. * A small bag containing his skooma gear. * A bag that he carries both his potions and skooma bottles in. * A large pouch for ingredients * 13 skooma bottles (all full) Known Spells: * None Party Control: Yes</s> <\|message\|>Arielle Lylvieve This was just too much. Two of their number had already perished, and now the rest of them would undoubtly meet the same fate. There were ten more bandits approaching them. Ten. Eleven if you added the hulking chief, but he did not count. He was more beast than bandit. Arielle had thought they were in a tight spot before. She would have to reassess that statement. But she would not go down without a fight. The question was what she could do to help their situation. Levitating would be a bad idea. She would become a floating pincushion before she got ten feet. Calming one or some of the bandits could help, but it was not probable that it would do much good. It had to be a direct assault then. Try to deal some damage. Too bad she had never been interested in the collage of destruction. Then again, an indirect assault could work just as well. Waiting for the melee fighters to detach themselves from their archers she prepared the spell which would summon a flame atronach. When the fighters had covered enough distance she released the built up magicka and focused on a spot close to the unsuspecting bowmen. Her plan had the anticipated effect; the first archer had no time to react as the fiery being appeared out of thin air and set him on fire with a supeheated ball of flame. With no one of their comrades left to defend them in close quarters the remaining archers scrambled for cover as the daedra gave chase. That left the six charging bulls, but that was not Arielles forte. Her companions would have to deal with them. She retreated behind one of the thick gate doors and awaited what came next.</s> <\|message\|>Gherken Grumar (It's actually 'Gra-Umar', but everyone says 'Grumar' because it's easier to pronounce) 'Sixty thousand for Mead... that can't be right, there's some other catch to this... you can't go three paces through this bloody snow-land without finding a bottle of Mead somewhere...' The above thoughts raced over and over in the head of the Orc courier and veteran Gherken Grumar, as she slowly walked along the path to her destination, taking long strides so she wouldn't get too far ahead of the Imperial lady next to her, what with her height and all. Didn't know much about her, and didn't care to. She looked like a shady sort. As was custom in these kinds of trips, the Orc had a bottle of Beer in one hand as she strode along, of which she took momentary swigs. But she stopped in her tracks and took an even longer swig when she got closer to the front gates, already open, and witnessed her destination, the, um... thriving Imperial fort town of Helgen. Formerly. Now it seemed to be the smouldering, Bandit-infested ruin of Helgen. The people ahead of her didn't look like Bandits, though. They were too diverse and well-equipped to be local degenerates; she'd been to Skyrim before, so she knew what Bandits tended to look like. There were some people on the ground that looked like they could have been bandits, though, except for the prissy-looking guy in a robe with an arrow jutting out his jugular. "Agh, crap." She lamented to herself, before taking another swig and approaching the band of people gathered at the gates. Figuring that they may be on the same job as she (after all, she was told there'd be several), she chose to take out her Collector-approved scroll in advance. Sure enough, the lot of them darted around, on alert, when she and her shady companion approached. This was good. All signs pointed to these men and women being able to handle themselves. "I ain't late to... whatever in Oblivion happened here, am I?" She asked, half-jokingly. Good fights were a reliable form of entertainment on long journeys with no company, after all. Good fights. Not bad fights, like wars where non-fighters get caught up in the bloodshed. However, it seemed that the universe didn't have a sense of humour, as mere moments after she said this and before any of her new best friends could react, more Bandits appeared from the ruins. Eleven of them, including a great hulk of a man that made her eyes widen a little for a moment. He was even taller than her, which was weird for a Nord. Must have been born with some kind of birth defect. "Bloody typical!" She yelled in response to this new situation, hurling her now-empty bottle of Beer onto the ground. As six of the Bandits started charging at them, she dropped her cumbersome Courier bag on the ground nearby and unsheathed her enormous Battle-axe... though it was more like a long-handled Cleaver, but still, it chopped things and that's all that matters. Unfortunately, one of the Bandits seemed to get the jump on her and fired an arrow right at her, grazing her on the shoulder. She grunted and flinched slightly, but didn't falter. It was the Alcohol, probably. Focusing her stance, she began to duck and weave to avoid any other arrows that came her way, hoping that one of her companions would be able to take them out from this distance. The six charging Bandits were typical; unsophisticated, untrained and unfocused rage attacks. Two of them were coming at her specifically, obviously thinking of her as a priority due to her size. Wise. Or stupid. Depends. Sidestepping to her left as the two Bandits got especially close, she ducked down and swung her Axe in a wide arc, striking the two in the legs as they ran. One of them... she could have sworn she saw his leg come off as he flew, screaming, towards one of the other fighters; the Argonian, to be precise. The other one did a sort of backflip and landed right next to her. Wasting no time, she spun back around to face him, raised her Axe over the general area of his head, and chopped the top of his skull off. It wasn't exactly a clean cut... the top of his head seemed to fragment, and his brains spilled out. But he was dead, that was for sure. And more importantly, the damage that had been done to her enemies had channeled their health through her weapon, and she felt a sharp yet soothing sensation in her shoulder as that arrow-graze healed itself. Turning her attention to the Chief, she thought about going to deal with him after the archers got chased away by what looked like some kind of fiery Daedra, but decided against it until after they'd actually died. Hopefully the others would think this as well, as she turned her attention to the other charging Bandits. Common military tactic: people always go for the big ones, so send them in with swarms of little ones. Gherken knew that one well.</s>	<\|message\|>Reesh Mecles Reesh relaxed from his combat stance when the bandits who were before him lay dead on the nordic ground. He gave a quick nod to the Khajiit while revealing his scroll with The Collector's seal on it. The cat man did likewise as the other two of their group came from their hiding places. The breton seemed a bit uneasy, Reesh guessed it was to the combat itself, the woman didn't seem like the fighting type. Reesh was surprised when he realized that Deejaza had changed positions. The puzzled look on his face faded quickly when he turned his attention back to the situation at hand. Introductions would have to wait, there was a bottle of mead begging for recovery. After they had checked the bodies, they made their way towards the gate, all silent as they knew that danger still possibly lurked around. Silent enough to hear the footsteps behind them. Reesh spun around, lowering himself and raising his shield, only to be met by an intimidating orc and a shadowy imperial. Their scrolls with The Collector's seal put him at ease, he didn't like the thought of fighting the orc. Not only was she tall, but she was heavily scarred, armoured and burly. Not only that but he noticed she had a very strict military style stance. As for the imperial woman... He couldn't make heads or tails on what to think, other than she strode forward with an air confidence. Before he even had a chance to think on the orc's question, he heard the distinctive sound of arrows hitting the ground behind him. He turned in time to both hear the charging group of bandits as well as see a large and obese man yell at the top of his lungs. Reesh half-thought the man was a giant who had a growth defect that put all his mass horizontally and not vertically. He quickly put that thought aside as the six bandits got uncomfortably closer. As they closed in, one of the bandits had an arrow pierce his throat, an arrow that most likely was fired from Reesh's argonian compatriot. The bandit's charge quickly became a hobble as he dropped his weapon to clutch his throat, then quickly falling to the ground dead. Two of the bandits made their way towards the orc, while two more faced Reesh. One wielded an iron axe while wearing leather armour with an iron helmet; the other was fully equipt with iron armour, along with a shield, and an iron sword. Reesh was distracted by a flying, screaming bandit. He looked to see the man land next to him, his left leg missing as he clutched it. Reesh looked to see the orc quickly dispatch her other opponent. He didn't get a chance to think anymore when the bandit with the axe went in for the strike. Reesh quickly blocked the strike with his shield, only to notice the other bandit went for a thrust at him. He put himself into a spin, pushing the blade to the side with his shield and prepared a strike on the axe-wielder. The bandit ducked under his swing and tried another attack attempt, this time, however, he hit Reesh in the leg. Fortunately, Reesh's armour remained unbroken. Reesh kicked away the lightly armoured bandit as the one with the sword took another jab. The argonian jumped back, dodging the thrust, and threw an overhead strike at the man, who then blocked it with his shield. The bandit then tried a left-to-right slash at Reesh. The lizard-man ducked under the wing before throwing his weapon upwards toward the bandit. His weapon hit home when it struck the iron chest piece, stunning the nord for the moment. Reesh took this opportunity to take a second swing at the man's head, hitting him in the head and knocking him down. Reesh didn't get time to relax as his axe-wielding opponent charged again. As he attempted to move out of the way of the strike, he felt something grasp his right leg. He looked down to see the one-legged bandit clutching his heavily armoured leg with both arms. Reesh changed his focus and raised his shield, barely blocking the axe that aimed for his head. He then tried to bash the nordic-leech from his leg. The nord would not budge, and Reesh's attention was once again called to the other bandit as he flanked the encumbered argonian. Reesh noticed the orc approach said bandit from behind, performing a devastating overhead swing into the bandit's right shoulder. When the man fell to his knees, she placed a boot on his other shoulder and pulled her battle-axe free, leaving his corpse to fall to the ground. Reesh nodded his thanks as he turned his attention to the wounded and desperate man clinging to his leg. The wounded bandit seemed to have lost too much blood, as his grip on the argonian's leg became loose. Reesh pulled his leg free and kicked the nord over, to see him both tired and dazed. The argonian left him there and turned his attention to the battle at hand, with thoughts of interrogation if the bandit remained alive.</s>
<\|description\|>Luc Anaxi Lupin The picture is his natural state, but he is often seen looking very different, almost like another person. Age: 16 School Year: Fifth Year House: Gryffindor Short Bio: Luc is the son of Teddy Lupin and Victoire Weasley. He, like his father and grandmother (Tonks), is a Metamorphmagus. A witch/wizard with the rare ability to change their appearance at will. Also from his grandfathers (Bill Weasly, Remus Lupin) he has inherited a tiny bit of werewolf, however it comes out as nothing more than a craving for raw meat. Personality: Loud and 'obnoxious' Luc is a daredevil. He seems to believe he has something to prove, although no one, not even he himself is sure what. He often acts a lot like a little kid, something that can quite easly piss people off. Often it seems like he is oblivious to others feelings, but he does try not to hurt others intentionally. He struggles with 'normal' magic and that annoys him no end, although he dose prefer to stick to what he sees as normal; Metamorphasing. When flying Luc prefers live animals (hippogriphs ect.) to brooms for, as he says; "They aren't really alive" He does however prefer using a broom to not flying at all. Classes taken: Care of Magical Creatures, (basic) Charms, Music, Astronomy, and Defence Against the Dark Arts Hobbies: music, shifting his appearance, Patronus: Wolf Wand: Redwood, unicorn Tail, 12" malleable. Pets: Ava – Female Owl "I Solemnly Swear I'm Up To No Good"</s> <\|message\|>Gabriel Mal Thea A handsome, quiet young man sat across from Anastasia - someone he could consider more than a distant acquaintance...not that he would ever admit that to anyone, at the Ravenclaw's table. His hair was a deep black, lacking it's usual pony-tail; which left it's feathery, slightly curly locks trailing down his shoulder-blades, and lightly flitting over golden-hazel eyes. His face was impassive, the only sign that he was even awake being the movement of his irises as he silently read a small, black, leather-bound book, his lips twitching imperceptibly at times at what was written in the cursive, scrawling writing. His clothing were a bit different than the others, although not enough to draw unnecessary attention onto his body; just enough for it to be more comfortable and wearable for the actual wearer. A black, high-collared cloak that was less baggy and trailing as the robes, the entire thing buttoned up to mid-chest, where a crisp white dress-shirt and tie combo was seen. He also wore regular slacks and loafers. To signify his house, the emerald-green Slytherin emblem was embroidered, small and neat, professionally on the shoulder of the coat. It was one thing his mother was useful for, thankfully. 'I finally achieved my Animagus transformation. The steps listed in the previous pages worked! You must delve deep-' His silent reading was abruptly cut off as a Ravenclaw student nearby opened her his mouth. "You're Gabriel Mal Thea, right? Slytherin? Name's Randy Garrison! Why aren't you sitting over there?" He asked in a rapid-fire manner, his voice eerily similar to that of a radio-show commentator. The boy was a brown-haired fourth year, whom was gnawing impatiently on the edge of his pencil - apparently he had been drawing/sketching the scene of Anastasia and Gabriel reading. Creepy. It was good quality, however. Gabriel sighed at the question; the boy was Randy Garrison, a British Ravenclaw student that knew Gabriel from their classes shared, and the times he had 'sworn' he saw the Mal Thea walking the halls after curfew. He had no idea why he constantly pegged him with the same question. "I enjoy the tranquility." Gabriel's voice was it's usual cool, collected tone, holding an undercarry of slight annoyance as he turned his eyes to the brown-haired boy. And, like every year, Randy was good with the answer, and quickly began sketching. Gabriel sighed silently, turning his gaze back to the journal. Animagus, hm? Interesting... Golden eyes briefly glanced at the quiet Anastasia, before darting back down to the journal. What would she think about it?</s> <\|message\|>Devin Coal "I hate robes..." Devin muttered to himself. He was wearing the classic Hogwarts robe as he walked into the Great Hall. The lights floating above his head always made him do a double take even after seeing it for five years. That fact was what really encapsulated magic for Devin. No matter how much he learned about it it still left him a little confused, memorized, and lost. For the students here who were surrounded by magic their whole lives wouldn't give it a second thought. Magic came to them as easy as breathing. Students like Devin or some of his friends were in a very different boat. Tugging at his robe like a child does when wearing nice clothes he frowned once more as he sat down in the center portion of the Gryffindor table. All around him he saw familiar faces from fellow fifth years to some of his older and younger classmates. He was shouted at by people here and there which earned them a smile and wave. A few he called back at. He was really happy when he was with his classmates. The life and times of Hogwarts was something he enjoyed greatly. The friends he made far outnumbered the enemies or rivals. He didn't have time for enemies and the only one he really had wasn't so much an enemy as a rival who was a poor sport. The captain of Slytherin had kept calling the strategies Devin employed cheating. Thankfully that particular student had graduated so even in the Slytherin house the animosity towards Devin was lower than most would expect. For most of his time Devin was often debated as being sorted incorrectly. Most saw him as a perfect Hufflepuff. Outwardly Devin would just shrug these comments off. Secretly he laughed about how he ended up in the house of the lion. While the hat mused about putting the young Devin in the Hufflepuff house Devin started to whisper about being in Griffindor. When asked why he wanted that house Devin answered in a matter of fact tone. "Cause the lion is my favorite animal." Since then he has felt every bit the Griffindor. Behind him Devin caught a glimpse of two fellow fifth years. Gab from Slytherin and Ana from Ravenclaw. Both had their attention firmly directed at books in their laps. 'Introverts...' Devin said with a sheepish smile. He was no slouch when it came to studies, but they made him look like a lazy couch. Still he never let their socially diagnosed allergy to conversation stop him from saying hello. "Hey Gab! Ana! First MAC meeting is next week Thursday so remember to leave it open. Going to watch a documentary movie about muggle zoo's called Jurassic Park." Devin then threw a wink at both of them and then sat down. Most were now a part of the yearly prank the MAC played on all first years who attended the first meeting. The prank involved playing a classic muggle movie and parade it around as a documentary. The joke started two years ago when a group of wizards saw Star Wars and started to freak out about the fact that muggles had discovered magic and could use it. It took nearly a week to explain that 'the force' was made up for the show. Devin also had to explain that Star Wars wasn't a real story, but made up. The whole fiasco actually brought the MAC into the spotlight for awhile with more and more people coming to watch movies. On the train ride over Devin had told Jay that he thought Jurassic Park would be perfect for this year. Thinking of his friend he looked around and saw Jay walk in along with Luc. With a big smile he gave them a nod and the three led their house in a planned Quidditch cheer. Standing up on the bench Devin Looked up and down the table and gave the signal. He then took a deep breath and then in a loud voice shouted "We are the LIONS!" In response the whole table of Gryffindor shouted back. "We Are the LIONS! THE MIGHTY MIGHTY LIONS!" This was followed up by Devin coninuting into a chant of "GO! GO!! GRYFFINDOR!!! GO! GO!! GRYFFINDOR!!! The chant lasted two or three more seconds before Luc and Jay walked into the Great Hall with the Inter-House Quidditch Cup wrapped with Gryffindor scarfs. The table erupted into even louder cheers as Jay and Luc hoisted the cup up in triumph and were joined by Devin the whole spectacle was somewhat cut short after several glaring looks from a few professors save for the Gryffindor Professors.</s> <\|message\|>Hannah Beckings Hannah - The Red Fox I solemnly swear that I am up to no good. With a dry smirk and a soft patting of a heavier book on the inside of her robe's pocket, the sixth year student walked into the great hall with the remaining mass of students. In the crowd, she was invisible. The sort of invisibility that she enjoyed, anonymity perhaps even to an extent. Day one's work was already complete, tonight was a matter of delivery and securing payment. With the mild touch of a square of paper, somewhere on the train on the way to the school, one of her clients had written a name. A name that she was to retrieve, and a price offer to go with it. Five hundred galleons was an offer she couldn't refuse. A cunning smirk that never faded as she nonchalantly sauntered into the great hall for the great feast with the remainder of the students. It was amazing to her, the lack of security that was in the Library on the first day, yet then again it made sense. The entirety of the student body was supposed to be converging on the great hall. There was supposed to be not an inkling of thieving risks. Sitting down at the table as the First Years started to be crowded into the line that was to decide their fate, the Sixth Year student watched them from the corner of her eye. Looking, naturally, for the traits that were ingrained into her usual customer. Fine clothing and robes that were obviously expensive as a show of status, and a passive arrogance that seemed always present. More often than not, her clients tended to be Slytherins. With the speckling of Gryffindor and Ravenclaw. Rarely if ever, was there a Hufflepuff. Perhaps too humble for their own good or something ridiculous of the sort. Speaking of ridiculous however, there was the matter of the zealous pride of Gryffindors as a display of their zealotry in concerns athleticism (Even while going to a spectacular school, how sad.) came on display. With a prideful chant that made her eyes roll, it was not as if she could expect any different. It was that very same pride that she took advantage of from time to time, retrieving forbidden texts for a profit. Then again, Gryffindor was the only house that tried to betray her once. So with caution was how she treated those of the Crimson and Gold ilk. Noble in the physical arts they might have been. Yet in the game of shadows and wits, they fared poorly. Such an attempted betrayal came at a heavy cost. After that, there was not a single betrayal as rumors spread through the school like wildfire. Some students, probably working for the faculty or prefects promptly threw away their contact notes or tore them to pieces. For them, there was no penalty. The option to stop being a client of hers was always open. So ceasing contact was perfectly reasonable. Betrayal however, was not. Slipping one hand into the breadth of her sleeve and subtly taking hold of her wand, Hannah easily devised a plan by which to take care of the prideful idiots chanting with their nonsense and drivel. A softly murmured incantation beneath her breadth would go unnoticed by the prideful roar, and a subtle hand would triumph over the most brash as suddenly the scarves of crimson and gold burst into flame. Within seconds, they were little more than ashes. Of which they were suddenly replaced with scarves of the other three houses as they were whisked off the necks of three students to wrap themselves about the cup. Instead of the sinful pride of crimson and gold, the cup was covered in the colors of Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. Idly, she simply folded her hands one over the other, waiting for the sorting to finish so that she might continue onward with her business, after the Feast that is.</s>	<\|message\|>Luc Anaxi Lupin This was embarrassing, Luc decided, he had only done something like this because Devin had asked him to. It wasn't like he didn't enjoy it, just that until now he hadn't done something this obviously 'showy'. Least not before the feast. But no matter how embarrassed he felt, Luc just pulled on 'his' grin. It was quite a shock when scarves suddenly burst into flame, enough for Luc to almost drop the now colourfully clad cup, but truthfully, though he would never admit it, he found it rather amusing. The best part for him was that how he looked at the time was different to his usual face, an effort not to be embarrassed, and so the short, stout, boy with curly brown hair and chocolate brown eyes, would hopefully never be seen again. Some like Devin, would know it was Luc but most, hopefully, would not. Even though he was a loud, proud, out there boy, Luc didn't like everyone knowing the 'real' him. Leaving the cup for some of the others to deal with Luc slipped away, heading for the Gryffindor table. As he walked he changed his appearance; his hair straightened, lengthened and changed, turning itself bubblegum pink from the roots down, not very inconspicuous, but that wasn't the point. By the time he plopped himself down next to Devin he had pulled his hair back in a high pony tail that reached down to his backside, and his eyes were large and black as night. Luc grinned a greeting, tugging uncomfortably at his grey vest with the Gryffindor crest emblazoned over his chest. "Aw Man, didja see that?" He complained, scratching at his neck, "That was my only scarf!" He was however distracted as a small black thing darted in through one of the open windows, it looked suspiciously like Aimer, his family's owl, but surely she was still at home? Just in case Luc let out a low whistle, only just loud enough for the owl to hear, and, surprisingly, it circled down, clattering to a stop in front of him. She appeared to be carrying a stick in her talons, however when she dropped it in front of Luc he saw that it was actually a wand. His eyes shooting extra wide, Luc reached for where his wand should have been, and finding nothing there, he realized that the wand in front of him was his wand. And if Aimer had to deliver it……… that meant he had left it at home. "Oh mon Dieu" He muttered dropping his head in his hands "Maman's va me tuer"</s>
<\|description\|>Lucine (Lucy) Scamander "I solemnly swear that I am up to no good. ...What kind of a silly saying is that? If I was up to no good, and I certainly am not, I wouldn't admit it!" AGE: 16 (Fifth Year Student) HERITAGE: Pureblood HOUSE: PERSONALITY: Lucy is an extremely quirky girl with a serene disposition and many eccentric beliefs and qualities. Often described as an 'old soul', she is a complete nonconformist; she lacks a barrier between her brain and mouth, as a result, is not afraid to speak her mind and show who she truly is. Often times she will do random odd things such as talk to herself or turn away during the middle of a conversation. Despite having the attention span of a rabid squirrel, Lucine is also intelligent and unusually perceptive of others feelings and thoughts. Her demeanor and voice are often distant and dreamy, and she will drift away from a conversation she does not find interesting. She has an uncanny way of making others uncomfortable by being bluntly honest, or rather embarrassingly honest. She is completely unflappable and rarely seems anxious or under stress, even under difficult circumstances. Lucy is very good at comforting others and is usually quite a joy to be around. She has extremely well-developed senses, and an aesthetic appreciation for beauty. She's not interested in leading or controlling others. She is flexible and open-minded about other people lives, traditions, stories, etc.. She is also original and very creative and enjoys living in the present moment. HISTORY: Born the daughter of Lysander Scamander, son of Luna Lovegood and Ralf Scamander, Lucine was surrounded by love and smiles since she was a little girl. She grew up in an environment that shaped her into a kind and caring person. Appropriately nicknamed "Angel" by her uncle Lorcan, Lucine has been the kind of person to always put another's happiness before her own. From a young age, she aquired a love of Art and has since made it a persistent hobby of hers, often times secluding herself in her attic to paint or sketch things she saw out her window. Lucine is very close to her grandmother, often times the two sit together and talk about Luna's time at Hogwarts. During her third year at Hogwarts, her mother passed away after getting really sick, leaving her father in a depressed state after her passing. Lucine was devistated by this, but seeing what her father was going through, denied herself the right to properly grieve to stay strong for the both of them. She buried her sadness and smiled more, keeping drawings of her mother with her all the time. Little did she know what an affect it would have on her after keeping her sadness buried for too long. CLASSES TAKEN: Defense Against The Dark Arts Herbology Care Of Magical Creatures Art Study Of Ancient Runes OTHER: Hobbies: Painting is her biggest hobby, going on walks, reading, helping out in the COMC class. Patronus: DOVE - Those with this patronus are good-hearted, and expressors. They are great at expression, and what they feel and the aura they give off can be pushed onto others, causing those around the dove to feel more calm merely from their presence. They are optimistic people with a strong ambition in life, fluttering from place to place trying to give off energy to others and help out in anyway they can. Their life is their mission, and they have two many goals, to make a difference, and to be loved. Wand: 12 inch Cedar Wood Wand with a Pheonix Feather core. Familiar: Valor - Male Cat</s> <\|message\|>Hannah Beckings Hannah Beckings - The Red Fox An interjection of cunning words from behind her caused Hannah to turn sharply in response, it was a voice she could never forget; a voice that had even almost caught her once in her other escapades. Of anyone in the school, only he had once come close to catching the infamous Red Fox; initially, her lips dared to part in order to defend herself and deny any involvement, yet she wasn't even given a chance. Of course just like their chess matches, the accursed boy always seemed to be one anticipatory step ahead. Finding every little niche and minute little detail that she might have missed in the advent of a more hastily laden plot. Thanks to him, she had been forced to resort to less commonly used tactics in Wizard's chess of which for a short time were rather effective; only to have him naturally adapt and force her unto the drawing board once again. Oddly, well, not necessarily so, she similarly had to do the exact same when it came to her infiltration and escapes. The last famed elope she had to use was a summoning charm to escape by jumping from the library windows themselves. Plucked from the air was she by her Firebolt, and off she tore across the skies before either Adrian or the prefects could recover. For some reason the prefects had half the mind to try and bribe the brilliant Quidditch tactician to help them apprehend the wily Fox. Thought of this brought a light smirk to her face as he went on explaining how he knew what she had done so easily, and she simply rested the softened curve of her chin upon her palm while she waited for him to finish. Once he mentioned the slightly charred hem of her sleeve, she sighed and rolled her eyes at this thought. "And that, Adrian is where you might be incorrect. My family isn't very wealthy as you know, so these just might be robes from the previous year as I didn't grow too terribly much from fifteen into sixteen; see?" Seizing part of the fabric, the robes she was wearing certainly bore the wear and tear of at least a year's schooling at Hogwarts. "The searing upon the hem is entirely consequential at that point for me, and I very much doubt you'll be searching the sleeves of every Fourth, Fifth, Sixth, and Seventh year that sits upon this table. That would simply be unjust search and seizure. Not to mention, could have a Slytherin or a Hufflepuff just as easily done it, and intentionally thrown off their colors to draw their suspicion to Ravenclaw?" She clicked her tongue twice in disappointment. "To search one, you must search all. Not quite the Échec et mat as you thought it would be, no?" Brushing off her own sleeves, the clever little witch looked to him curiously with that little knowing smirk of hers still playing across her lips. "So, why are you so late to the Hall? Did you think that there was more mischief afoot? Or were you looking for a new seeker for the season, hm?" A look of disgust momentarily glimpsed past her expression as the scarf suddenly turned Red and Gold, but with a tap of her own wand she was able to fix it to glare indignantly at the boy across from her. "Very funny. Perhaps if you had a better Seeker, you wouldn't have lost at the Quidditch Cup last year."</s> <\|message\|>Alyssa Carrow Alyssa Carrow With a scarf covering her ruby-red lips, Alyssa confidently strode into the crowds that had amassed at the entrance to the Great Hall. It was cold in the Scottish highlands, especially at night, so the scarf had initially been used to keep warm but she found that others seemed to avoid conversation when she had it covering her mouth. Maybe it showed them that talking to her was probably not worth their time, as usual? Casting her grey eyes around the room, she took in the ever-boisterous Gryffindor, hoisting last year's Quidditch cup up onto their table. Shame that they would lose it this year around. Now that the Slytherin captain was gone and out of her way, she could have a little more say on the team and this included some of the tactics she had formulated over the summer. If that failed, she would always lend a hand to Ravenclaw - Alyssa found that Ravenclaws' pursuit of knowledge was similar to hers of purity and knowledge was always a welcome ally. Everything seemed normal, like the past year had reflected itself into the new year. The first years had yet to make an appearance but most others were present. The tradition was welcome, she guessed, but the ruckus being caused by Gryffindor was not. And, as usual, she found the overly-pleasant Devin Coal shouting his lungs out. He was the same bastard who kept trying to drag her into his Muggle-lovers society. Alyssa would rather be seen dead. One day, she'd give him something to shout about but for now, his silence was all that was necessary. Noticing the Gryffindor colours burst into flame, Alyssa couldn't help but smile - apparently, someone else was not a fan of the numb-skulls, either. Letting her wand slide down from its precautionary position in her sleeve, she used the cover of the crowd and focused on Devin Coal. "Silencio." They might have been the triumphant winners of Quidditch disputes but when it came to actual magic, it seemed that Alyssa was a cut above the rest of them. Smirking, she reined in her wand, covering up the evidence of her charm as she moved through the crowd, humming softly into the scarf. Devin Coal suddenly found his magnificent roar being reduced to... well... nothing. Walking down parallel to the Gryffindor table, she sent a single wink to Devin before averting her gaze to a dispute between Hannah and someone else. Hannah was what Alyssa could possibly describe as a friend. Over the years, Alyssa had paid the girl to smuggle books from the restricted aisle so that no one could ever link her with the rather dark reading she engaged in. They had initially formed a somewhat working relationship but Alyssa, attracted to the Red Fox's humour and uncaring-attitude, had even broken some of her rules for separating herself from the masses to socialise with Hannah. Of course, the rumours that the girl was a direct descendant of Rowena Ravenclaw definitely aided in Alyssa's perception of her. "Hannah." She murmured in greeting, nodding her head quickly to the girl as she passed. Stopping as if she forgot something, she turned back to the red-head and smiled. "I do believe I owe you something, don't I? Could we talk afterwards to settle that?" Turning, she finally moved to the Slytherin table where she took her seat and was roundly greeted by those who knew her.</s>	<\|message\|>Lucine (Lucy) Scamander A small growl of frustration escaped the lips of Lucine as she pushed some stray strands of her long golden brown hair back behind her ear. Normally she didn't mind a bit of hair falling on her work, but she was already becoming frustrated with her drawing, as she couldn't get the eyes right. She was sitting with her to her friend of now three years, Kaelyn Cobble, with one leg perched up on the seat and the other dangling down, her boot barely touching the floor. (Like this.) The noise of the Great Hall she had all but tuned out to focus on her drawing, but even she couldn't help when her friend laughed and she curiously looked up and smiled weakly at those sitting around them. This time of the year was always the best and happiest for her, getting to be reunited with her friends and classmates after the long summer was exciting to say the least. Normally Lucine would be socializing a bit right now, but she was hardly in the mood, and first she wanted to finish her sketch. She was sketching from memory the face of her late mother, Lorelei, and was upset with herself that she was having a hard time finishing it. It was only a few times she would tear her blue eyed gaze from the paper and look up at someone who spoke loudly. One of these such times was when her other close friend Devin, from Gryffindor, shouted "We are the LIONS!" It brought a smile to her face to see him so happy, and when the whole house erupted into their chanting and cheers, she clapped her hands in applaud. It was not too long afterwards that Lucine would suddenly be startled as her Hufflepuff scarf would suddenly ripped from her neck, causing her arm to jerk. The result was her pencil leaving a dark mark clear across the sketch she was working on. Anger began to boil in her as she glared at the ruined page. With a deep breath and an angry sigh, she closed her notebook gently and placed it on the table before standing. She looked to see where her scarf had gone and saw it was wrapped around the cup a few Gryffindors were holding. Her hand balled into a fist and she stomped her foot on the ground. She was furious that the teachers had let this go on without saying as much as a word. Well she had a lot to say, even if she wouldn't be heard over the talking of everyone else in the room. "Oh enough is enough already! Can't everyone a just stay quiet and pay attention to the ceremony? Save your annoying meddling for another time!" she said, not really shouting, but speaking firmly as if a mother was scolding her children. Lucine too, with a flick of her arm, revealed her wand and raised it, drawing the shape of a shield in the air, she would say an incantation that would dispelled all magic previously used in the Hall. "Finite Incantatem." A small purple light would shoot out towards the ceiling and rain purple dust down on everything before fading away only a second later. Lucine watched with satisfaction as her scarf would return and wrap around her neck along with the other two returning to the students who owned them. Unfortunately the spell could do nothing for the burned scarves, but at least anyone under some kind of spell would be relieved of it upon the effect. Putting her wand away, she turned to the Gryffindor table and pointed an accusing finger since she was already on a roll. "If you all could please settle down and get it through your thick skulls that this moment is NOT about you, but about the first years, I assume we could get this ceremony over with, then you all can go on and boast about... whatever it is that makes you think your so great." with a final stomp of her foot, Lucine would finish her scolding, which was done in a manner very unlike the normally sweet demeanor she had. To be fair, she didn't sound in the least intimidating at all. And hell, she had a right to be angry with how her day had gone so far, she didn't care if she may have unfairly taken it out on others, that is, if they even heard a word of it. Huffing, she sat down once again next to Kaelyn and dropped her head onto the table with a light thud as she felt a headache coming on. This too was fueling her bad mood, seeing as these migraines she was having started to become more frequent.</s>
<\|description\|>Daisuke Takeda Age: 18 Gender: Male Appearance: Minus the cig. Personality: Running the middle ground between 'aggressive' and 'passive', Daisuke has never been the kind of person to jump into fights headfirst. Given the chance, he'd prefer to discuss matters over a nice cup of tea and relax instead of trying to bash heads in. Even if the latter situation does occur, he's the type of person who would much prefer to let the enemy wear themselves out than actually exerting any force. When irritated, Daisuke tends towards passive-aggressive behavior and a habit of plain ol' stubbornness. That aside, though, he is often willing to put himself in harm's way to go assure safety for those he trusts, regardless of the dangers it may pose. Biography: Daisuke was never one for overachieving, as his friends had always been- while they would be out getting themselves the top marks on their exams and out making names for themselves, he always found himself a step behind. For most of his life, that was perfectly fine with him; though he might have been the smartest or strongest of their group of friends, Daisuke almost always found a way to catch up- both figuratively and literally. As a result, Daisuke found himself on the track team for his school. often times finding himself caught up in that very same cycle everyone else he knew seemed to have gotten into. It was tiring and often frustrating, yes, but there he found a bit of a reprieve. Rather than have to catch up to everyone else, the only things he had to worry about here were the wind at his back and making it across that finish line before anyone else. After all, the only person he really had to beat was himself- nobody else really mattered. Strengths: * Is quite agile. * Learns quickly. * Efficient when dealing with menial tasks. Weaknesses: * Can't take a hit. * Occasionally forgetful. * Headstrong when faced with difficult decisions. Demons: Main Squad: Kobold Weapon: A metal pole. Other: N/A</s> <\|message\|>Daisuke Takeda As the adrenaline wore off, Daisuke felt his entire body aching from the beating he had just taken. Even if it was only one hit, that Kobold or whatever it was called had done to him in one hit what most people could only accomplish in a no-holds barred fistfight. It was scary, of course- he had escaped death twice over the course of less than half an hour, and he was pretty sure most people would be scared out of their minds right now... But why wasn't he? That incident should, by all means, have scarred any other person for life and turned them into a blubbering mess. Why was he still standing, alive? As he looked around, though, he was met with a disgusting sight. Dead bodies. Lots of dead bodies, all crushed by debris or wounded to the point of fatality- not a single living person among them. Was this entire section of Akiba completely destroyed or something...? Not wishing to see the dead and dying bodies and the pools of blood of the newly deceased, Daisuke carefully made his way around the area, using his pole as a support of sorts to check for any shaky areas as well as to keep himself upright. There was no telling when another fight like the one he had just found himself in, and with his body in the shape that it was in it was only a matter of time before things got any worse. It just so happened, though, that he heard the sound of someone... Or something making its way towards the debris behind him. Carefully turning around, Daisuke readied himself for another fight and readied his pole before seeing that it was simply another person walking towards him. What a relief that isn't wasn't another one of those monstrously strong demons like the Kobold he had only barely managed to defeat. Though the appearance of the man instilled a sense of natural fear and intimidation in him, he wasn't apt to go picking fights with people... Especially not in a time of crisis such as this one. But maybe he had some information that could shed some light on the situation. "Is... Is there something that you need from me?" Daisuke asked, a tinge of worry in his voice as he tried to steady himself among the debris and stand up a bit straighter... Albeit with little success.</s> <\|message\|>Keiko Yamada ~Keiko Yamada~ Kaiko walked calmly through the street, stopping only briefly to dust off a smudge off of her coat. She had to admit, even for her the destruction she was looking at in Akiba was a bit...much. She may not have cared so much for other people usually, but she couldn't find a word too describe how she felt about the current state of things. Conflicted? Yes, that would do. She was conflicted. Certainly she held no notion of actually feeling bad about those who were unfortunate enough to...die in such a way from the earthquakes - she passed by several dead people currently and didn't even seemed fazed by it. Uneasy though? Yes, she felt uneasy. About what, she couldn't say, but she hadn't felt so uneasy in quite the some time. She had so many questions, and so very little answers. First of all, was that 'Cortensia' app that had suddenly appeared on her phone. Though she had no solid proof, that definitely had something to do with all of this. That pest of a Pixie, saving her life...maybe even the earth quakes. Second, was the Pixie. Just what was that? She knew it was a creature from western mythology - a playful little trickster spirit that like causing mischief. Was the Cortensia app being snarky or something? Sending a creature like that to her, who was undoubtedly a bit on the mischief maker side? She shook her head. She wouldn't find answers just by thinking about it. Maybe that little Pixie could give her some more answers? She had said she didn't really know much, but Keiko got the distinct impression the little troublemaker wasn't entirely being truthful. Perhaps it wouldn't be best to summon her again though - no telling if she would be helpful or harmful in this situation, best thing she could do was try and find someone else and get a handle on things. Surely, there was someone else in Akiba that was alive. With that mind set, she set out, running by a few people who seemed a little worse for wear. She tried to get some information out of them, but most seemed a bit too occupied with something else. Getting someones attention, was proving to be increasingly difficult. Soon, she found herself in a rather isolated part of Akiba - it looked like most people had cleared out of here, leaving only the dead and debris from the earthquake behind. She wasn't getting anywhere fast...with a sigh, she looked for a place to sit. It took her a bit to find a relatively clean place to sit, but eventually she decided to make a little seat for herself atop a pile of debris. Taking out her phone, she opened the Cortensia App. "Alright...let's see what you can do." She quietly commented. The app opened with little trouble - it seemed simple enough to use. There were several buttons, although there were quite a few grayed out - namely one named fusion. However, she was more focused on the one named 'demon summoning'. Demons? Was that what the pixie was? Was that little pest a demon? She thought demons were supposed to be horrible abominations...not that...Pixie thing. "Hrm...What else?" She commented, not pressing the button for now. She had a good idea on what it could do, and she wasn't in the mood for messing with that pest. Instead, she opted to look into the one labeled 'shop'. She could...buy other 'demons'? There were more of those things? She opened the store, and began perusing the goods there. She was surprised to see things - food, water, even...weapons. She would have tried to purchase one, but it seemed she didn't have enough 'Macca' - whatever the hell that was. With a sigh, she continued browsing the functions of the app, still with more questions than answers at the moment.</s> <\|message\|>Gentaro Matsunaga (or Matsunaga Gentaro as we're kinda in japan) "Hey brat! I saw you fighting with that thing, I must say that I'm quite impressed" said Gentaro with a stern tone that matched his serious looking face. He raised his cellphone and showed him the pic of his Cortensia app and the Angel within it. "Which leads me to ask, had you been through this shit before? and do you have any idea of what's this thing?" Asked in a way that almost seemed to be a threat. I'm probably wasting my time, this brat seems to be scared to the core... Thought while furrowing his brow even more.</s> <\|message\|>Taidana Wakahisa Tai decided that the best thing to do at the moment would probably be to find his father. The rest of his family would probably be fine at home, but his father was all the way over at Akiba might have been in danger. Especially if there were more demons around. Sure, the one he encountered was small, but they could gang up on people, especially some middle-aged business man. Plus, Tai had a 'weapon' to defend himself with, even if it was highly improvised. Thank god he had band practice today. As Tai made his way to Akiba, he was astounded by how many people he saw dead. Sure, he saw a few dead bodies in Marunouchi, enough to make him queasy and fear another earthquake, but as he got closer to the famous electronics district, more debris and dead littered the streets. Tai briefly wondered if he was in any danger. Some signs still hadn't fallen, and he'd seen first hand that something odd was going on. He then worried for his father. Certainly none of these corpses were him...? Tai shook the thought out of his mind. Never. He pushed the thought out of his mind as he continued deeper into Akiba. He eventually found someone alive, and asked them about his father. They hadn't seen him. With a sigh, Tai continued deeper into Akiba, now getting completely lost in the district. He should have brought a map, he was always getting lost in this place. So many buildings and flashing signs. At least now the signs were closer to eye level, and not flashing. Finally, Tai found another person to talk to. Some girl on her phone. Maybe she was contacting emergency services? That was certainly a possibility, though his better guess was that she was on concerto or whatever the app was called. He probably wasn't the only one to get it, there were other people alive so he assumed they had the app too. "Uh, hey, I'm Taidana Wakahisa. I'm looking for my father, you see him? He's got black hair, about this tall, wearing a really nice business suit?" He asked, gesturing a height slightly taller than his own. Hopefully this girl had seen him, otherwise he'd probably just end up wandering the streets of Akiba for the next two hours until he decided to go home.</s> <\|message\|>Keiko Yamada ~Keiko Yamada~ "Huh...Compemendium. Keeps a list of all the demons you've owned, then? Well, that'd be useful..." She muttered to herself, still checking out the app. This...Cortensia thing, was going to be quite useful if she could get her hands on some other demons, or this...'Macca' stuff. Apparently, she had to fight demons do get her mitts on whatever that was. Demon money? Possibly, but she couldn't be sure until she had some. Well, that just meant she should probably go see if she could find some more demons and possibly hunt them...or, rather, if she could also 'contract' them. She wasn't sure how that worked, but having more than that pest around would be beneficial, surely. "Uh, hey, I'm Taidana Wakahisa. I'm looking for my father, you see him? He's got black hair, about this tall, wearing a really nice business suit?" The voice had surprised her a bit. She hadn't heard the other boy approach. Keiko looked up from her phone, giving the other kid a brief once over, quickly deciding to put on the charm here. Perhaps, he had some information that would prove to be useful. Plus, if she could...'befriend' him, her chances of getting some Macca would go up too. With a smile, she put the phone in her pocket and playfully leaped down from where she had been sitting. "...that is like, half the population of Japan." She giggled, giving him a friendly smile. Despite the bit of childishness she spoke with, her tone still carried a bit of formality to it. Really, he was looking for his father in a time like this? How droll. He should be doing something a bit more productive, honestly. Like trying to find out how to tame those so called demons through contracts - whatever those were. She was going to be doing that herself. "But, apologies. I have not seen your father." For a moment, she was silent as she looked around, seeming slightly worried. It was an act, of course though - an attempt to look a bit on the 'weak' and 'helpless' side. "Uhm..." She hesitantly started. "I-I would not mind helping you look, Wakahisa. I...well, travelling alone doesn't seem like the best idea right now, does it?" She fidgeted uncomfortably on the spot she stood in. "I mean...with those things around, right?"</s>	<\|message\|>Daisuke Takeda Daisuke tensed up as the man shoved his phone in his face, shaking his head no as he moved to go take a seat near an area relatively clear of debris. "I'm just as lost as your are on this. Sorry I'm not of any help." he sighed, pulling out his phone and looking at the Cortensia app. Just as the man had (kind of rudely) shown him, he could access something akin to a list of demons, and through Kobold seemed to be the only thing on there right now the fact remained that what had just happened wasn't just an illusion... To say nothing of the fight he had found himself in and how damaged he was, of course. The fact that the man had seen the skirmish only further drove the point home- this wasn't the same Tokyo that he had been used to all his life. "On that note, though, I didn't really have much of a choice to fight. There was a giant metal sign blocking the way out, and I was boxed in. It was either fight or die..." he sighed, staring at his phone as he flipped through the options. "Given the way you look... You had to deal with something similar?" Standing up as he had regained enough energy, Daisuke took his pole and tested its weight a bit more. It was definitely a bit unwieldy, for sure... "Oh, I'm very sorry. I should introduce myself. I'm Daisuke Takeda, college student at Tokyo U... Though, given the circumstances, that's probably not very important." he said, bowing to the man. "I... I'm honestly not sure what to do now, actually. School's probably closed due to the earthquakes, and all the dead bodies means that the people at the hospitals nearby must be busy as all hell..."</s>
<\|description\|>Daisuke Takeda Age: 18 Gender: Male Appearance: Minus the cig. Personality: Running the middle ground between 'aggressive' and 'passive', Daisuke has never been the kind of person to jump into fights headfirst. Given the chance, he'd prefer to discuss matters over a nice cup of tea and relax instead of trying to bash heads in. Even if the latter situation does occur, he's the type of person who would much prefer to let the enemy wear themselves out than actually exerting any force. When irritated, Daisuke tends towards passive-aggressive behavior and a habit of plain ol' stubbornness. That aside, though, he is often willing to put himself in harm's way to go assure safety for those he trusts, regardless of the dangers it may pose. Biography: Daisuke was never one for overachieving, as his friends had always been- while they would be out getting themselves the top marks on their exams and out making names for themselves, he always found himself a step behind. For most of his life, that was perfectly fine with him; though he might have been the smartest or strongest of their group of friends, Daisuke almost always found a way to catch up- both figuratively and literally. As a result, Daisuke found himself on the track team for his school. often times finding himself caught up in that very same cycle everyone else he knew seemed to have gotten into. It was tiring and often frustrating, yes, but there he found a bit of a reprieve. Rather than have to catch up to everyone else, the only things he had to worry about here were the wind at his back and making it across that finish line before anyone else. After all, the only person he really had to beat was himself- nobody else really mattered. Strengths: * Is quite agile. * Learns quickly. * Efficient when dealing with menial tasks. Weaknesses: * Can't take a hit. * Occasionally forgetful. * Headstrong when faced with difficult decisions. Demons: Main Squad: Kobold Weapon: A metal pole. Other: N/A</s> <\|message\|>Taidana Wakahisa Tai decided that the best thing to do at the moment would probably be to find his father. The rest of his family would probably be fine at home, but his father was all the way over at Akiba might have been in danger. Especially if there were more demons around. Sure, the one he encountered was small, but they could gang up on people, especially some middle-aged business man. Plus, Tai had a 'weapon' to defend himself with, even if it was highly improvised. Thank god he had band practice today. As Tai made his way to Akiba, he was astounded by how many people he saw dead. Sure, he saw a few dead bodies in Marunouchi, enough to make him queasy and fear another earthquake, but as he got closer to the famous electronics district, more debris and dead littered the streets. Tai briefly wondered if he was in any danger. Some signs still hadn't fallen, and he'd seen first hand that something odd was going on. He then worried for his father. Certainly none of these corpses were him...? Tai shook the thought out of his mind. Never. He pushed the thought out of his mind as he continued deeper into Akiba. He eventually found someone alive, and asked them about his father. They hadn't seen him. With a sigh, Tai continued deeper into Akiba, now getting completely lost in the district. He should have brought a map, he was always getting lost in this place. So many buildings and flashing signs. At least now the signs were closer to eye level, and not flashing. Finally, Tai found another person to talk to. Some girl on her phone. Maybe she was contacting emergency services? That was certainly a possibility, though his better guess was that she was on concerto or whatever the app was called. He probably wasn't the only one to get it, there were other people alive so he assumed they had the app too. "Uh, hey, I'm Taidana Wakahisa. I'm looking for my father, you see him? He's got black hair, about this tall, wearing a really nice business suit?" He asked, gesturing a height slightly taller than his own. Hopefully this girl had seen him, otherwise he'd probably just end up wandering the streets of Akiba for the next two hours until he decided to go home.</s> <\|message\|>Keiko Yamada ~Keiko Yamada~ "Huh...Compemendium. Keeps a list of all the demons you've owned, then? Well, that'd be useful..." She muttered to herself, still checking out the app. This...Cortensia thing, was going to be quite useful if she could get her hands on some other demons, or this...'Macca' stuff. Apparently, she had to fight demons do get her mitts on whatever that was. Demon money? Possibly, but she couldn't be sure until she had some. Well, that just meant she should probably go see if she could find some more demons and possibly hunt them...or, rather, if she could also 'contract' them. She wasn't sure how that worked, but having more than that pest around would be beneficial, surely. "Uh, hey, I'm Taidana Wakahisa. I'm looking for my father, you see him? He's got black hair, about this tall, wearing a really nice business suit?" The voice had surprised her a bit. She hadn't heard the other boy approach. Keiko looked up from her phone, giving the other kid a brief once over, quickly deciding to put on the charm here. Perhaps, he had some information that would prove to be useful. Plus, if she could...'befriend' him, her chances of getting some Macca would go up too. With a smile, she put the phone in her pocket and playfully leaped down from where she had been sitting. "...that is like, half the population of Japan." She giggled, giving him a friendly smile. Despite the bit of childishness she spoke with, her tone still carried a bit of formality to it. Really, he was looking for his father in a time like this? How droll. He should be doing something a bit more productive, honestly. Like trying to find out how to tame those so called demons through contracts - whatever those were. She was going to be doing that herself. "But, apologies. I have not seen your father." For a moment, she was silent as she looked around, seeming slightly worried. It was an act, of course though - an attempt to look a bit on the 'weak' and 'helpless' side. "Uhm..." She hesitantly started. "I-I would not mind helping you look, Wakahisa. I...well, travelling alone doesn't seem like the best idea right now, does it?" She fidgeted uncomfortably on the spot she stood in. "I mean...with those things around, right?"</s> <\|message\|>Daisuke Takeda Daisuke tensed up as the man shoved his phone in his face, shaking his head no as he moved to go take a seat near an area relatively clear of debris. "I'm just as lost as your are on this. Sorry I'm not of any help." he sighed, pulling out his phone and looking at the Cortensia app. Just as the man had (kind of rudely) shown him, he could access something akin to a list of demons, and through Kobold seemed to be the only thing on there right now the fact remained that what had just happened wasn't just an illusion... To say nothing of the fight he had found himself in and how damaged he was, of course. The fact that the man had seen the skirmish only further drove the point home- this wasn't the same Tokyo that he had been used to all his life. "On that note, though, I didn't really have much of a choice to fight. There was a giant metal sign blocking the way out, and I was boxed in. It was either fight or die..." he sighed, staring at his phone as he flipped through the options. "Given the way you look... You had to deal with something similar?" Standing up as he had regained enough energy, Daisuke took his pole and tested its weight a bit more. It was definitely a bit unwieldy, for sure... "Oh, I'm very sorry. I should introduce myself. I'm Daisuke Takeda, college student at Tokyo U... Though, given the circumstances, that's probably not very important." he said, bowing to the man. "I... I'm honestly not sure what to do now, actually. School's probably closed due to the earthquakes, and all the dead bodies means that the people at the hospitals nearby must be busy as all hell..."</s> <\|message\|>Gentaro Matsunaga (or Matsunaga Gentaro as we're kinda in japan) "Tch, we have no idea of what's going on huh?" Said Gentaro seemingly angry. He had known of chaos and violence before, once in the past he was part of a famous Yakuza group and had tasted and given violence, it was sickening, disgusting, hence why he decided to let others to do the dirty job, for he, to stay out of the scenery was more comfortable. However, this new chaos was inviting him into a disordered and disgusting violence once again. And for that he had to be ready... As soon as the boy introduced himself the man exclaimed "I don't care 'bout your name brat. School? Why do you even think on that now? Listen we'll exchange numbers, I'll rather avoid becoming acquaintance of a kid but you beat one of these things and have the application. Who knows what'll happen now?" After exchanging numbers Gentaro turned his back to him, he had to reach his storehouse, with a gun without ammo he had no chance to survive if one of these creatures showed up again. Before finally leaving he said to Daisuke. "By the way, this is hell, really, I've seen nasty stuff, but this is just carnage. Listen brat, go see your family, I can't guarantee they'll be alive but is better now or never." And then the man left the scene.</s> <\|message\|>Daisuke Takeda Daisuke nodded as he exchanged numbers with the rude man (labeling him as such on his phone) and watched silently as he walked away. He did have a point, though... But at the same time his parents lived in Kyoto. Though he would have liked to see them in person, a phone call would have to suffice for now. Quickly pulling up his father's cell phone number and dialing it, Daisuke bit his lip and hoped he could get a response. ... "The number you have dialed is curr-" Clicking his tongue, Daisuke immediately cut off the call and looked around. The man had already left by now, which meant he was alone in the middle of the carnage... Again. Looking around once more, he noticed another two people sitting around. At a distance, they seemed to be a bit younger than he was, but it didn't hurt to see if they were in the same situation as he was in. Brushing off whatever debris he could off of his clothes, Daisuke began to move towards the two. Maybe they had some more information than he or that other man did.</s> <\|message\|>Taidana Wakahisa Tai smiled as the girl got off of the rock pile she was sitting on and responded to him, respectfully putting her phone back in her pocket. He didn't get to see her face that well when it was buried in her phone, but now that it wasn't he could see she was quite attractive."...that is like, half the population of Japan." She joked. Her voice was nice. It was a polite tone, but still one that carried a small amount of fun. Tai laughed, a little awkwardly, at her comment. Trying to describe his father to her further would end in the same stuff. It was kinda funny how generic his father was. Just another business man, he supposed, but ah well, what could ya do? "But, apologies. I have not seen your father." She said. There was a pause for some reason Tai honestly didn't know, and she looked from side to side. Oh god was he being boring or something? Did she not want to talk to him? Maybe she was looking out for more pokemon or whatever to tame and/or run from? Tai prayed it was the last one. Which reminded him, he needed to see if she had the same demon as him. If they were all as easy to take down as his, than he was sure pretty much everything would be back to normal soon. If some teenager could take down one of 'em, guns would do the trick with ease. "Uhm... I-I would not mind helping you look, Wakahisa. I...well, travelling alone doesn't seem like the best idea right now, does it? I mean...with those things around, right?" She asked/offered to Tai, fidgeting and stuttering and pausing in a surprisingly cute manner. Oh god, she wanted to help him? "H-huh, hm, really? Thaaaaaaanks..." He stuttered, rocking on the balls of his feet as he thought of what to say. "What's your thi-demon, what's you demon like? Mine's, um, he's like a little red guy, with like a ponytail braid thing. And he's really to the point about stuff, and uh... Stuff." He paused, looking around for an out of this obviously awkward and horrendous conversation. Luckily, another person was approaching, and this time it wasn't a cute girl. "Hey look another person let's go talk to them." Tai mumbled, trying to be loud enough for her to hear even though honestly all he wanted right now was to not speak at all and to go somewhere else. Tai walked briskly up to the new guy. He looked a tad bit older, probably a class or two above him in school. "Hi, sir, do you have demons?" Tai asked, before quickly realizing what he said. "I mean do you have them in your phone? Well, like, do you have..." Tai paused as he grabbed his phone to see what the app was called. "Cortensia. Do you have that app on your phone?"</s>	<\|message\|>Daisuke Takeda Daisuke was slightly taken aback at the boy's sudden question. He hadn't even introduced himself and the person had already asked him about demons and Cortensia. So they WERE in the same boat after all. "Well, I'd think we all have skeletons in our closet by this point in time." he joked before nodding his head yes. "Yeah, I've got the app-" he began before the ground started rumbling beneath them. "Wha- Another quake? You're kidding, right?" Daisuke asked in disbelief before taking note of all the corpses scattered around their feet. "Wait a second..." Almost as if on cue, portals began to appear from the bodies, bringing forth an assortment of demons like the one he had (and presumably what those two had) fought prior to their meeting. To make matters worse, the corpses themselves began to move, slowly moving what would be impossibly heavy debris off of their crippled bodies and moving to their feet. "Shit... Zombies?" he asked himself before pulling out his phone and pulling up the Cortensia app. Instead of the screen he had seen before, though, a large red "WARNING" sign appeared on his screen, followed soon after by a small message. "Enemies detected. Initializing demon summoning protocol..." A moment later, the Kobold he had bested earlier appeared from a beam that emanated from his cellphone. Since when could it do that? The Kobold stared at Daisuke for a moment before turning to the enemies coming at them. It had a small grin on its face, and though it was unsettling having the demon there now was beter than not. "We're fighting?" it asked, readying its cudgel for combat. "Seems that way."</s>
<\|description\|>Daisuke Takeda Age: 18 Gender: Male Appearance: Minus the cig. Personality: Running the middle ground between 'aggressive' and 'passive', Daisuke has never been the kind of person to jump into fights headfirst. Given the chance, he'd prefer to discuss matters over a nice cup of tea and relax instead of trying to bash heads in. Even if the latter situation does occur, he's the type of person who would much prefer to let the enemy wear themselves out than actually exerting any force. When irritated, Daisuke tends towards passive-aggressive behavior and a habit of plain ol' stubbornness. That aside, though, he is often willing to put himself in harm's way to go assure safety for those he trusts, regardless of the dangers it may pose. Biography: Daisuke was never one for overachieving, as his friends had always been- while they would be out getting themselves the top marks on their exams and out making names for themselves, he always found himself a step behind. For most of his life, that was perfectly fine with him; though he might have been the smartest or strongest of their group of friends, Daisuke almost always found a way to catch up- both figuratively and literally. As a result, Daisuke found himself on the track team for his school. often times finding himself caught up in that very same cycle everyone else he knew seemed to have gotten into. It was tiring and often frustrating, yes, but there he found a bit of a reprieve. Rather than have to catch up to everyone else, the only things he had to worry about here were the wind at his back and making it across that finish line before anyone else. After all, the only person he really had to beat was himself- nobody else really mattered. Strengths: * Is quite agile. * Learns quickly. * Efficient when dealing with menial tasks. Weaknesses: * Can't take a hit. * Occasionally forgetful. * Headstrong when faced with difficult decisions. Demons: Main Squad: Kobold Weapon: A metal pole. Other: N/A</s> <\|message\|>Daisuke Takeda Daisuke glanced at the bloody man for a moment before turning his head back towards the enemies in front of him. A frown formed on his face, mostly from the man (if he could even be called one) and his appearance and demeanor. But the girl's reluctance to fight... Though it was understandable, her excuse was flimsy at best. Their entire world was thrown out the window and she was faced with supernatural beings, the living dead, and a possibly homicidal maniac... But still insisted on not fighting? "You know, even if you can't fight now, you'll have to eventually. Relying on us is fine for now, but don't become dead weight in the future, alright?" Though they were harsh words, they did truly come from the bottom of his heart. He had always strived to not be useless and weak and worthless, and so he abhorred anyone willing to sit back and let others work for them. Parasitic relationships like that doomed everything, which he would much prefer to avoid. But his own philosophical tangents could wait; survival was priority. Rather than plunge headfirst into enemy lines, Daisuke open to wait for the enemies to come to them. It conserved what little energy he had left, which would probably make all the difference in the end. Watching as the Kobold smashed the skull of a zombie in, Daisuke shuddered. It was still a human mere moments before, so seeing it so quickly destroyed was still unsettling. As he turned away from the Kobold, though, he found himself facing a small, ghostlike creature that the app identified as a Poltergeist. If it was a ghost, wouldn't it be incorporeal...? Daisuke soon found out that wasn't the case though, which was quite convenient. After smacking the demon around once or twice, it dissipated into the same light that it materialized from. Daisuke's phone immediately had a strange symbol- some h with a strike through it- flash and report he had made 10 macca. What? "Well, what are you waiting for?" he asked, swinging his pole down on another demon. "I can only do so much on my own!"</s> <\|message\|>Oswald Rothschild A thin smile crept onto Oswald's bloody face, listening and feeling the tension they bore over him gave him a tingle of delight. The feel of dread, danger and fear fed him more than food could ever do. And as the three humans stared and spoke, with each word of warning and angry they showed him, he thought to himself. "No, we haven't." Spoke Tai, as he stood in front of Keiko and defensively held up a pitiful excuse for a weapon in front of her and bludgeoned a zombie dead with ease, like he was some sort of brilliant hero from a story couldn't help but makes Oswald smile more. (What a pitiful excuse for a man), he thought to himself, as he stood without even flinching at his stance, his eyes like daggers piercing into each of their souls with but a mere look, as the zombies slowly approached from behind him. "N-no. We haven't seen y-your son." (Her voice was different...) He thought to himself. (No no, dear, stop lying, I know fear when I smell it, and yours is about as fake as each and every woman I've met... I'l be keeping a close eye on your, little one, trust in that... ) Oswalds gaze then turned toward Daisuke and shrugged uninterested, He wasn't interested in what he thought about him. "Well, what are you waiting for?" he asked, swinging his pole down on another demon. "I can only do so much on my own!" By the time he spoke, Oswald erupted into a laughing fit, clutching his stomach as he bellowed loudly with a laugh not of insanity, but of happiness, as if he heard the best joke in the world and was laughing among family, before deciding to speak with his low and disturbing voice. "Ahaha! Aaaah... I know you can't handle all this by your little selves, poor dears... But there's no need to weep, children... It's a good thing I found you so... closely knit together, hmm~? I just happen to be strong enough to destroy plenty of these weaklings... Try not to get devoured... Too often~" His last words were heavily emphasized as he held his head back and slowly breathed in the stench of blood around him, two zombies closing in on his position, almost as if he didn't know they were coming, but of course, their stench was eye watering putrid, and it was a stench he was quite familiar with, and by twisting around 180 degrees, the mans bloody knives embedded themselves into two of the zombies' foreheads, sending a gush of blood straight over him, drenching him in more blood. "The name is Oswald Rothschild, little children... Stay with me... You might be lost to all this murderous carnage without holding my hand with your innocent own... You don't deserve eternal slumber from such beasts... Jack the ripper suddenly leaped down beside him and cackled with a maddening sneer, as Oswald approached the zombie horde beside his demon, giggling all the while. "SLAUGHTER THEM, JACK! TETANUS CUT!" As Oswald screamed this with a voice of sickening pleasure, Jack the ripper zipped forward and launched down upon a zombie, it's razor like blade powerfully sunk into its flesh and ripping it open from balls to hair, slicing it in half and dispersing a sickening odor around the corpse in the form of a green like gas, which infected a few poltergeists around the horde, and weakening them for the others to attack, as Oswald ran head first and proceeded to swing madly at his foes. "BLEED! BLEED! BLEED!"</s> <\|message\|>Gentaro Matsunaga (or Matsunaga Gentaro as we're kinda in japan) "Damn!" exclaimed Gentaro after the new quake. The man was breathing heavily yet it wasn't because of the running, in fact, he was proud of having a strong physical condition thus this was no different than jogging. He was tired due to the chain of events, the surprise and fear had greatly affected his focus and resistance, thankfully his hidden store was close as he installed it in Akiba as the city was perfect for business not only in the legal side but also illegal. Hmm? What's this?... Wondered the bulky man as he saw a considerable number of people in front of his office. Clients? Never seen this many before. Don't tell me it's because of the monsters… Thought the man while looking at the small crowd. On the legal side he was supposedly an accountant, he doubted that many people were interested in dealing with economic issues in a time like this, the logic conclusion was that these were people who knew about his real job or at least had heard the rumors and held a small glint of hope to find something to defend themselves with. The man carefully surrounded the crowd trying to not be noticed, he would use the back entrance yet he couldn't hide a smile that drew on his face. Simply excellent, never had that many clients before, perhaps is a good time to leave this shitty country, it's falling apart after all. Thought while entering the building. What Gentaro called his storehouse was a very big basement within the two stores building which composed his office and whole business department in general. He opened the door only to be received by an avalanche of desperate people, skilled as he was the man managed to calm them down, it was just as he thought, they were seeking for weapons. It wasn't an easy task to gather them hence the price was often expensive, even with that, the number of clients and his experience told him that it was the best idea to lower it a bit, after all the profit will be considerable. Although he used the basement to keep the weapons he had a few hidden in the office and thus the first sales went smoothly, it was the first time he sold weapons openly as if this were to be any common drug store, for a moment it felt weird but he ignored the feeling, he would had even forgotten the whole chaos weren't by the fact the fearful clients talk about it in despair. "I… I was too assaulted by one of these things… I've never run too much before in my life!" "I was lucky I could beat that thing, but is now stuck in my cellphone, what's going on?" "Is the end of the world I tell you, these are demons, this is the judgement day!!!" And like that the men talked and talked. "Quiet!" Exclaimed as one of the desperate men demanded a handgun. "That's 60.000 yen, I'll only accept the full cash." Said with a stern tone, the man replied with a complain, a excuse and a promise of giving him the rest of the money later. "If there is no money then there is no weapon, good luck being ripped apart by the monsters" said without changing his expression. Out of madness the client decided it was better to attack him and take the guns themselves, in fact many agreed and weren't to be by the fact that Gentaro arrived at time they would had probably broke in the store and steal all for them. However, the client committed a mistake, he was dealing with a man made for the job. For a moment they all went speechless as the aggressive client lied now in the floor groaning in pain while grabbing his leg. Smoke poured from a gun held in Gentaro's right arm, the same one he used to shot him in the leg. "As I said, if there is no money get outta here" said with a calm yet threatening tone. Things flew smoothly after that as no one tried to assault him again. As expected, the weapons he had in the office had been now all handled. Gentaro exhaled his cigarette's smoke and said "Wait there, I'll go for more weapons" The clients again revolted yet the only click of Gentaro's gun calmed them down. Tch! I really hate disorder thought while heading to his basement. The man pressed his hand against the knob and immediately felt that something was wrong. It was cold, extremely cold. He closed his eyes for a second readying for whatever was waiting for him inside and then opened it.</s>	<\|message\|>Daisuke Takeda Akiba Streets Daisuke sighed and massaged his forehead as he watched Oswald let loose, unleashing carnage left and right. That was definitely someone who wasn't right in the head... Not by any moral standards. The man reminded Daisuke more of a crazed beast than an actual human, which, given the situation, was surprisingly fitting. At the moment, though, it seemed he... Or it... Was on their side. "Well, I guess in a world filled with killing a serial killer's probably your best bet. Or something like that." he said, vaulting over a pile of debris with his pole to dropkick a pixie in the face. it felt mean, beating up something small and so humanoid, but it was better than the death that awaited them if they didn't. Looking around at the remaining adversaries, Daisuke noticed another demon reforming from a portal in the ground. That wasn't a good sign; the portals had to be destroyed for the demons to stop barreling down at them. Making his way over to the nearest portal (which just so happened to be a few feet away), Daisuke noticed the portal's origin was a cell phone- probably one of the deceased's, if anything. Smashing his pole into it, the portal quickly dissipated. So the demons were bound to the phones, then? Looking around once more, Daisuke noted that their numbers hadn't really thinned, minus the ones that Oswald and his friend were hacking and slashing at. His hypothesis was probably wrong, then; he could destroy the phones, yes, but the demons had to go by force. Pleasant. Not. "Hey, smash the cells under the portals!" he shouted to the people near him. "It'll stop the number of enemies from growing any larger!" Gentaro's Shop As the door opened wider, an abnormal sight would meet his eyes- about thirty or so demons, white bodied and all with blue hats and incredibly goofy smiles, messing around in his storage room. They seemed to pay Gentaro no mind, instead opting to spend their time messing around in the now fully frozen over room. "Hee-ho! This place is pretty interesting, isn't it, ho?" one of the demons asked another, who seemed to be examining an assault rifle in its hands. "Hee-hee! I'd say so! And all of these toys are pretty interesting too!" it responded, shaking the gun around before putting it back in its former position. "Ho, but I really wish that the King was here. He'd definitely know what to do now, ho!"</s>
<\|description\|>Daisuke Takeda Age: 18 Gender: Male Appearance: Minus the cig. Personality: Running the middle ground between 'aggressive' and 'passive', Daisuke has never been the kind of person to jump into fights headfirst. Given the chance, he'd prefer to discuss matters over a nice cup of tea and relax instead of trying to bash heads in. Even if the latter situation does occur, he's the type of person who would much prefer to let the enemy wear themselves out than actually exerting any force. When irritated, Daisuke tends towards passive-aggressive behavior and a habit of plain ol' stubbornness. That aside, though, he is often willing to put himself in harm's way to go assure safety for those he trusts, regardless of the dangers it may pose. Biography: Daisuke was never one for overachieving, as his friends had always been- while they would be out getting themselves the top marks on their exams and out making names for themselves, he always found himself a step behind. For most of his life, that was perfectly fine with him; though he might have been the smartest or strongest of their group of friends, Daisuke almost always found a way to catch up- both figuratively and literally. As a result, Daisuke found himself on the track team for his school. often times finding himself caught up in that very same cycle everyone else he knew seemed to have gotten into. It was tiring and often frustrating, yes, but there he found a bit of a reprieve. Rather than have to catch up to everyone else, the only things he had to worry about here were the wind at his back and making it across that finish line before anyone else. After all, the only person he really had to beat was himself- nobody else really mattered. Strengths: * Is quite agile. * Learns quickly. * Efficient when dealing with menial tasks. Weaknesses: * Can't take a hit. * Occasionally forgetful. * Headstrong when faced with difficult decisions. Demons: Main Squad: Kobold Weapon: A metal pole. Other: N/A</s> <\|message\|>Taidana Wakahisa Tai frowned a little as the man displayed some harsh truths. "You know, even if you can't fight now, you'll have to eventually. Relying on us is fine for now, but don't become dead weight in the future, alright?" he said. Tai had to reluctantly agree. Eventually something would happen that would force her to fight, he was sure. That was just how things worked, especially now that the world seemed to have become some weird pokemon cellphone simulator. "Well, what are you waiting for? I can only do so much on my own!" the man said. Oh, yeah, he wasn't really doing the fighting he said he was going to. All he had done currently was defend the girl against a human, not even one of the demons. With a huff, he began whacking at zombies, not really paying attention to the crazy man who was laughing, condescending, and destroying foes with them. Tai honestly didn't care what he said if he was helping them, but as soon as he turned on them, that creepy douche was getting a bass to the face. He did catch the creepy dude's name though, Rothschild. Something foreign. Huh. An odd cackle, not one made by any of his current teammates, distracted him. Another demon, controlled by Roths if the way he was commanding and screaming at it was any indication. He even gave the murderous beast a cute name, Jack. Yeah, he should probably give Obariyon a name too... His distraction provided hazardous, as a zombie girl had sneaked up on him and scratched at him, leaving a wound not very deep, but still a little painful. "Agh, shit!" Tai yelped, before whacking it upside then head, generating a guitar strum and a sickening crack. "Ooh. That musta hurt. Now I feel bad." Tai said, giving the corpse a quick mournful glance and a frown before continuing to hit stuff. The exact same amount of stuff as before, actually. Tai sighed. This was getting nowhere! It seemed that they hadn't made much of a dent in the enemy forces. He huffed again before looking over at Obariyon. "Hey, dude, let's pick it up! If you help me win, I'll give you a cool name, okay?" Tai bartered. Obariyon shrugged before beginning to attack the enemy with his master. With a quick leap, Obariyon got himself around what Tai's phone identified as a 'kobold' and restrained it with his suction cupped hands It was another one of those demons that the man had, the only difference being the kobold was attacking them, instead of other demons. Tai took this opportunity to murderize it with his guitar. A few bludgeoning blows, and the demon zapped out of existence. His phone notified him that he had gotten some 'macca'. "Huh? Macca? I thought enemies were supposed to explode into coins..." But his videogame related tangent was cut short by the man recommending them a strategy. "Hey, smash the cells under the portals! It'll stop the number of enemies from growing any larger!" He said. Oh, so they were respawning. Tai was confused as to how little progress he had made, but it made a little more sense now. "You heard 'im, Obariyon! Let's get those cellphones!" Tai yelled. Obariyon just sighed at his master's enthusiasm and followed him into battle as they carved there way through to another cellphone to break.</s> <\|message\|>Keiko Yamada ~Keiko Yamada~ "You know, even if you can't fight now, you'll have to eventually. Relying on us is fine for now, but don't become dead weight in the future, alright?" Tsk. He was going to be a problem, wasn't he? Well, she would think on that later she had other rather, pressing concerns right now. Like trying to not become zombie food. But how exactly should she fight? She wasn't totally lying about the whole fighting thing. She didn't know the first thing when it came to self defense! Maybe if she had a gun or something, she could do a bit of damage. She may have never used one before, but she did know how they worked at least. "Well, what are you waiting for? I can only do so much on my own!" Ugh. This boy was getting more annoying by the second. So impatient. At least he seemed to know how to handle himself in a fight. It might be better to stick with him for a bit, even if she didn't like him so much. She tried to drown out the annoying cackling of the deranged psycho as she turned to face their current enemies. The Pixie was eagerly awaiting her command, so it seemed, flitting about watching the others doing their fair share of the work and apparently waiting for her to give her the 'kick their ass' sign. With a huff, and seeing little choice she gave the annoying fairy just that. "Alright, U-uhm, Attack, I guess?" She said, to which the Pixie confidently replied. "Alright! Fight time! Come and get some you hobos!" Really, the Pixie's attempt to be threatening were only comical at best. Her somewhat child-like voice and the fact that her threat consisted of the word 'hobo' meant she really had no idea how to properly threaten someone, did she? Not that it mattered. With a confident grin, the Pixie engaged the closest Demon next to her. The Pixie was surprisingly good at what it was doing. Not as strong as the - Kobold, was it? - but she definitely knew how to use her speed to an advantage here. With a few short bursts of attacks, the creature had been solidly defeated without much trouble and had dropped Macca. So killing demons was how one received 'macca'. It wasn't much, but it was a start at least. "Hey, smash the cells under the portals! It'll stop the number of enemies from growing any larger!" The voice momentarily distracted her. The phones? They were coming out of the phones? That had a few disturbing notions she wasn't going to contemplate at the moment. She would think about that after dealing with the current enemies. Unfortunately, it had seemed another Kobold had manage to sneak up on her while the Pixie had finished off another one. Before she could even say anything, the creature attacked. She noticed it just in time to dodge a what she assumed would have been a very painful blow to her head, instead the creatures club like weapon slammed straight down onto her shoulder. She gave a yelp of pain as the blow connected, momentarily stunning her as her legs crumpled. Thankfully, the Pixie was nearby enough to engage the Kobold, finishing it rather easily with a solid kick to the head. "Oooh, you're hurt. Hold on a second." Without another word, the Pixie approached her, placing her hands on her shoulder. A few seconds later, a soft glow emanated from her hands, healing whatever wound she received from the Kobold. Huh...that was a surprisingly useful ability. "Hmph. If you expect me to thank you, you're wrong. You shouldn't have let it happen in the first place." She whispered with a frown, as the little Pixie healed her. "Well Gee, maybe next time I'll let him kill you." The Pixie jokingly replied, finishing up the healing surprisingly fast. Perhaps the blow hadn't been as hard as it felt...still, with her rather weak physical abilities taking too much punishment was a bad idea. "Don't forget pest, it's me you're supposed to protect. Understand?" She gave the Pixie a brief glare as she rolled her shoulder - making sure everything was fine and that the pest didn't screw anything up. "Aye boss! Won't save the cute boys!" The pixie excitedly, but quietly replied. Well, it seemed the Pixie knew to keep quiet when talking at least. With a sigh, she stood back up, and replied to the other boy. "Alright! I'll see if I can get one!" She turned to the Pixie again. "Alright, you, uh, you heard him. See if you can get to one of those phones, alright?" With a giggle, and a nod, the Pixie started killing some demons and zombies once again, going for a third cellphone that was fairly close to the two of them.</s> <\|message\|>Oswald Rothschild Oswald continued to blindly swing along with his demon and cut down a great group of the zombies before panting, noticing his Macca was increasing with every kill he managed, he didn't exactly pay attention to it all, and simply relished in being soaked in the sickening blood of these deceased monsters. Unfortunately after a minute he grew tired, not of stamina but enjoyment, scratching his ear with his knife, which slowly cut through the skin and made it trickle with a slight tinge of blood. "These zombies don't entertain me... What a fucking bore! Seriously, where's the fun in killing your opponent if they don't SATISFY you?!" Oswald then heard Daisuke speak, deciding to cock his head in an abnormal angle to listen to what the little boy had to say... "Hey, smash the cells under the portals!" he shouted to the people near him. "It'll stop the number of enemies from growing any larger!" Smash the cellphones you say? That's all? Very well... If that's our game, that's our game... These weaklings were boring me ANYWAY! JACK THE RIPPER, LETS DANCE! Oswald and jack bolted into a run and cackled in unison, dancing and dodging their opponents in a flurry of swings and dodges, that barely escape the hordes grasp, it wasn't skill it was sheerly blind luck he could dodge the strikes, the mad killer slicing down and recovering a few more Macca with each kill before reaching one of the portals and stomping onto it with his heavy boot, crushing it and obliterating one of the portals. He stared back he noticed the horde blocking the others direction toward the portals and sighed, smiling eerily as he ran behind the horde and attacked their legs, cutting past a few of the zombies to help them build a clear route toward the portal cellphones, laughing with glee as he stabbed and slashed and with each slice he called out. "Slash, stab, stab, stabby, slashy slashy, MAIM!" Oswald panted and wheezed as he returned to the group, having cleared some of the path for them before falling onto his knees in fatigue, and falling onto his back, his stamina having been drained from his maddening slashing spree. "Aaah... Children... Your savior has cleared you a path... Obey and go destroy them now... I'l watch~"</s>	<\|message\|>Daisuke Takeda Daisuke wiped the sweat from his brow as he smashed a slime in its... Body? (at least, that's what the phone identified it as). For the most part, the threat seemed to be dealt with in the area nearby- the block they were on was now more or less devoid of demons, thanks to the efforts of a certain psychopathic murderer. Though he wasn't apt to thank the killer for his murderous rampage of death and destruction, Daisuke did have to admit that the job was done pretty efficiently, if not a tad messily. "We'll handle it from here, then. Take your time resting." Daisuke said, directing his kobold to go and crush a cellphone a while away as he went after one nearby. Those two seemed to be the only ones remaining, and since the demons didn't have time to reform from the portals the last of the fighting was more or less over. Moving back over to the others he had met, Daisuke took a seat on some relatively flat rubble and looked at his phone. There was a function, "Recall demons", that was flashing yellow on his screen. He tapped the button, and it did exactly what he had expected it to do- his kobold soon returned to its form of while light and dissipated into nothing... Again. "That was... Tedious." Daisuke stated, planting his pole in the ground as he looked at the others. The high school students were probably okay enough to be around, but that murderer... That murderer definitely felt like a ticking time bomb. "So." Daisuke continued, staring at the recovering serial killer. "Thanks for clearing the rest of the way... I guess." There was no doubt in his mind- this person took joy in taking life away, which meant they could very well be next on his hitlist. But the fact remained that he had actually helped them out while he could have simply run off to kill some other prey. There was always the possibility that he wanted to be the one to kill one of them (or maybe all of them, if he was feeling lucky), but his actions made Daisuke re-evaluate him. By no means would that justify his behavior, though- THAT reminded him of something straight from one of those seinen anime that people always found themselves talking about at his school. To think that he would actually find someone like that didn't exactly please him, but the situation at hand was definitely more dire. "Fighting aside, I'd like it if we could figure out a plan of action. Self introductions can come later... After we get to a place where demons won't murder us and stuff. Anyone have any ideas about where to go? I'd rather not bust into a building here, though..."</s>
<\|description\|>Daisuke Takeda Age: 18 Gender: Male Appearance: Minus the cig. Personality: Running the middle ground between 'aggressive' and 'passive', Daisuke has never been the kind of person to jump into fights headfirst. Given the chance, he'd prefer to discuss matters over a nice cup of tea and relax instead of trying to bash heads in. Even if the latter situation does occur, he's the type of person who would much prefer to let the enemy wear themselves out than actually exerting any force. When irritated, Daisuke tends towards passive-aggressive behavior and a habit of plain ol' stubbornness. That aside, though, he is often willing to put himself in harm's way to go assure safety for those he trusts, regardless of the dangers it may pose. Biography: Daisuke was never one for overachieving, as his friends had always been- while they would be out getting themselves the top marks on their exams and out making names for themselves, he always found himself a step behind. For most of his life, that was perfectly fine with him; though he might have been the smartest or strongest of their group of friends, Daisuke almost always found a way to catch up- both figuratively and literally. As a result, Daisuke found himself on the track team for his school. often times finding himself caught up in that very same cycle everyone else he knew seemed to have gotten into. It was tiring and often frustrating, yes, but there he found a bit of a reprieve. Rather than have to catch up to everyone else, the only things he had to worry about here were the wind at his back and making it across that finish line before anyone else. After all, the only person he really had to beat was himself- nobody else really mattered. Strengths: * Is quite agile. * Learns quickly. * Efficient when dealing with menial tasks. Weaknesses: * Can't take a hit. * Occasionally forgetful. * Headstrong when faced with difficult decisions. Demons: Main Squad: Kobold Weapon: A metal pole. Other: N/A</s> <\|message\|>Oswald Rothschild Oswald slowly but surely stood up, having recovered most if not all of his stamina, the deranged chaotic individual folded his arms and lightly giggled in childish tone, looking around the destroyed enemies they had eliminated then at himself, his body now completely, or almost completely coated in the blood of zombies. One whiff displeased him surprisingly as he plugged his nose with disinterest. "Urrgh, this blood is revolting...! It's smell of so darn putrid, I feel as if i'l be sick! So unpure so... so gross..." With his free hand, Oswald immediately took his cellphone out and called back jack without saying a word, as he stared toward the two of them, speaking up so both could hear him out. "I unfortunately don't have a place of residence anymore... Destroyed, the demons... Poor Childs out there all alone, and without his daddy to care for him... aaah... It's horrible, I tell you~! Oh, and don't look at me like that... I'm just a worthless jobless father who's having a bad day... Yes, I have anger issues, but i'm not a bad guy~ I just have my ... days..." Oswald was surprisingly now more calm and collected, putting on a more intellectual but rather cold voice as he fixed his bloody jacket and wiped some of the blood off his hands and legs, half gagging at the same time. "Everyone else is dying, why does it matter where we go? Break into a random store, and stay inside until we can think about what to do! Poor kids out there, probably doing the same thing, the smart little tyke..."</s> <\|message\|>Gentaro Matsunaga (or Matsunaga Gentaro as we're kinda in japan) Heh… I guess lady luck still considers me his enemy thought Gentaro as he saw the snow like creatures in the basement. "Hee! An intruder Ho!" "Let's kill him Hee!, let's kill him Ho!" "This is the sacred vault of the King! Hee-Ho!" They noticed the man's presence and then three of the creatures run after him. This is bad, gotta retreat!, thought the man as he run away, not the counter, not the back entrance but upstairs, a bad idea that he would later regret. Luckily he ice demon was quite a slow runner. One of the Jack Frost followed him while the other two noticed the clients at the counter and scared them away, at the same time, the door to the basement was closed and sealed with a strong ice. As Gentaro run his cellphone buzzed and with a flash of light the Angel showed its form once again. The man was taken aback and almost fell from the stairs, this small moment of distraction allowed the Jack Frost to impact him with a ball of ice. Gentaro screamed as his mouth expelled blood, he was about to fell but the Angel took his hand and lead him through the stairs. "A bad… moment for you to show up…. Whaat do you want?!" asked Gentaro in cold and pain. "I told thee, I'm bound to thee… Let me treat thy wounds" said the Angel with a solemn tone as it raised its hand healing the wounds of Gentaro. "Heh! That's a nice trick you can do… what else you can?" asked and as if the application were to be sentient, the phone buzzed and showed the "Skills" of the Angel. This guy… can't fight?... Thought the man disappointed. However, clever as he was he quickly developed a strategy. "This could be of use, listen pretty boy….." said to the Angel. Gentaro told of his plan and the being nodded its head in agreement. It was a luck to begin with that only one of the Jack Frost pursued him, otherwise he would be doomed, still the plan was risky. "Where are you Hee? Are you hiding Ho!?" Asked the Jack Frost as it looked through the rooms of the second floor. "Over here ice cone!!!" Exclaimed Gentaro from inside the bathroom. "A human doesn't insult me like that Ho! I'll kill you!" Exclaimed the Jack Frost as it fired a ball of ice that blasted through the bathroom's door and impacted Gentaro. The creature smiled however it wasn't the only one. Gentaro was smiling as well. Rakukaja, the skill to increase the natural resistance of a living being, it wasn't a big change, but if Gentaro could withstand the first attack of the enemy, he sure could withstand the second one, more if covered by the door. It was still a strong hit that almost threw him back yet he did his best to maintain his position. Dia, the magic to remove wounds and accelerate the healing process of the body, even while not suited to fight, this was one of the Angel's great assets. The quick and risky strategy the man developed in the few seconds was simple, to increase his resistance, withstand a hit of the creature and then be healed again all so he could have a perfect chance to counter attack. However a body made of ice would not be greatly wounded by a gun, thus resorting to an improvised and wishful move, Gentaro offered the Jack frost a smile. On his left hand there was a lighter, on his right hand an aerosol. The Jack Frost could only look dumbfounded before understanding what that means. Soon, as if it were to be a flamethrower, Gentaro charged against the creature wielding his improvised weapon. Both the fire and the iced body entered in contact and a steam formed. The scream of the Jack Frost could only mean that the plan was working and the creature was slowly stepping backwards as Gentaro advanced. However, although wounded, the creature was not finished and once the man run of "ammo" the Jack Frost found its way to counterattack. "Now I'm really angry Hee!" Exclaimed, however Gentaro smiled once again. "Go, Angel!" exclaimed as the winged being showed in front of the Jack Frost and physically attacked him with the same palm strike it used against Gentaro before, a fairly weak attack, however… Jack Frost fell, it was at the border of the stairs, the exact point where Gentaro lead it and thus although the attack of Angel was weak it pushed the creature and made it roll painfully through the stairs. Gentaro could not lost any more second, he quickly run towards his room and picked hidden under his bed's cushion a handgun which he hid within his pants, inside his closet a submachinegun and lying over the wall a black sheath containing a katana that he kept as an ornament and although he never used it he did know how. He made sure he had all his money in his pockets and exclaimed. "Angel! You handle the landing!" and then the man broke through the window and jumped from the second store, normally not a big height, but his house was very tall, even above standards. Thus, he would surely break a bone or two in the landing, yet the Angel carefully caught him. Gentaro was breathing heavily yet he still had energy to perform a fist bump with the Angel. Even when tired he could not lost time, hence he run away from what used to be his previous office and home and was now the base of a bunch of walking ice cream.</s> <\|message\|>Keiko Yamada ~Keiko Yamada~ Keiko watched in a mix of annoyance and displeasure as Oswald ripped through the zombies rather easily. She had to admit, the animal was good at what he did - which was kill things. Now, if she could tame the beast...he could be a very useful little tool. The thought caused her to smirk a bit. Her own, personal little guard-dog. Now, that, was an idea she could get behind. She'd have to be careful though, unless she wanted to end up one of his victims. A thought for later, anyways. "Aaah... Children... Your savior has cleared you a path... Obey and go destroy them now... I'l watch~" Soon though, he had cleared a path for them. Most of the demons were easily dispatched, and Keiko made her move. While the Pixie fended off the last of the demons, She reached the cellphone. With a loud stomp, she brought her foot down on it, crushing it and closing the portal in one swift motion. Well, that was much easier than she thought it was going to be. She got a little rough up in the process, but she learned her pest of a demon could heal. That would be useful. For her, at least. She had no intention of blabbing that to the others... Keiko made her way back over to the others, not bothering to put away her Pixie, who decided to take up a residency sitting on her shoulder for the moment. She looked at the others - they seemed to have fared well enough. "Fighting aside, I'd like it if we could figure out a plan of action. Self introductions can come later... After we get to a place where demons won't murder us and stuff. Anyone have any ideas about where to go? I'd rather not bust into a building here, though..." The man said. He had a point. Standing around talking like this was probably a bad idea. More demons would probably pop up, soon enough. Going into one of these unstable buildings...well, she was fairly sure that was better than standing out here, even if it meant that the building was unstable. "My house would probably be to far from here... I don't have the keys to my dad's new shop... I dunno, do any of you guys have ideas? Oh, and does anyone have any tape?" Tai commented, asking for some tape. Really, in a time like this? How idiotic. They had more worries other than his precious guitar for the moment. Like not getting mauled by the demons. Before she could comment, however the...creature spoke. "Everyone else is dying, why does it matter where we go? Break into a random store, and stay inside until we can think about what to do! Poor kids out there, probably doing the same thing, the smart little tyke..." ...she couldn't believe she was agreeing with him. It would be better to get inside, rather than stay out here after all. Off the streets and into some place they could defend themselves and lay low for a bit, until they could find another plan of action. With a sigh, Keiko finally replied. "U-uhm, thank you for clearing out those demons." She said to the psychotic man, a bit nervously. "I do think your idea is b-best..." She quietly continued, shuffling a bit uncomfortably on the spot in fake discomfort as she voiced her opinion. "Standing out in the open is obviously bad, is it not? It would be better to head indoors and then think about a further plan of action while we lay low, for a bit." Despite her being a notorious liar and manipulator, she was being truthful in thanking him for clearing a path. She very well knew when thanks was due, even to some pleb like that beast of a human. Though, really she just wanted a place to lay low for a bit to collect her own thoughts, and gauge how much control she could potentially have over this little group of boys. Tai would be easy, probably. The other, was going to be difficult for sure, but the...creature was a complete mystery.</s>	<\|message\|>Daisuke Takeda Daisuke nodded at everyone's responses before sighing, his shoulders drooping down in defeat. It didn't seem like cared much for formalities and property, but given the situation it was kind of understandable. Picking up his pole, Daisuke walked over to the nearest storefront; the metal shutters seemed to have bee cracked in multiple places, so Daisuke wedged his weapon into one of them and began to push down. The thin metal that made up the shutter slowly but surely gave way, though it found itself wanting to close soon after. How irritating that was. Carefully using his pole as a support for the shutters, Daisuke began moving some of the nearby debris into the gap, prying it open even further. The pole would probably be necessary to keep the thing open, which meant he was now without a weapon. "Alright, guess we can duck in here for a while." he said, beckoning the others as he attempted to turn on the lights. Sadly, the electricity seemed to be out, which meant that nothing was going on anytime soon. Looking around at the store a bit more, Daisuke soon found that it was an electronics store... Which, to be fair, didn't change much at all. The computer monitors that would normally be on display had found themselves shattered on the floor, and the towers had for the most part been crushed by debris. It was probably dangerous to walk down the display aisles, but on the upside there seemed to be an area for computer accessories that didn't have as much dangerous stuff lying around. "Dang, what a shame. The stuff here actually looks pretty expensive..." he muttered as he wandered deeper into the store. If he was lucky, maybe he could find something useful... Like a solar charger or food. Or maybe another weapon. Any of those would work, really.</s>
<\|description\|>Taidana Wakahisa Age: 16 Gender: Male Personality: Taidana is kind of a loser. He is quite lazy, simply walking through life at a lackadaisical pace whenever possible. He is horrid at making decisions for himself, and is quite naive. His awkward charm is accentuated by his clumsiness when not focused, and his forgetfulness. He dislikes acknowledging his past mistakes, particularly those relating to romance. This is not because he is super narcissistic, but he does believe most if not all relationship issues aren't his fault. He is a tad selfish and thinks most often of himself before others. He is overall, quite childlike, and although he never tries to be mean, he does so accidentally sometimes. Tai has a variety of interests. He plays the bass guitar very frequently, and is even in a small local band. He's decent enough, having worked at it for a year or two. Something he's much more of a savant at is fighting. Despite minimal training, he has been labeled as "best fighter in school" by most of the people who know him. This is probably due to his propensity of getting in fights to try and defend women, whether they need it or not. His favorite musical genre is western rock, punk, and alternative, even if he can't understand the words. He plays retro games on and off. Biography: Taidana was the middle child of two rich parents. Though they did spoil him often, as with their other two children, they wanted him to have a relatively normal life. They sent him to public school. There he occasionally got into fights, and accrued a small gaggle of friends. With these friends, he formed a band to gain popularity. He even got into a relationship that sadly ended in a rough break up. Soon after, he had to leave due his father accepting a business opportunity. Once at his new school, he again joined a band, forgetting all about his previous school and girlfriend. Strength: He's a great fighter. Weakness: He's kind of an idiot. Demons: Main:* Obariyon Reserves:* None Weapon: Due to the suddenness of the situation, all he has on him is his bass. If he were to get home to his brother's sword collection though... Other: In case you couldn't tell, he's heavily based on Scott Pilgrim, the titular character of the graphic novel series, and movie.</s> <\|message\|>Daisuke Takeda Daisuke panted heavily, kneeling down as his chest heaved over and over. The earthquake had caught him as he decided to walk through Akiba instead of the subway as he usually did on his way to school. Though he didn't necessarily travel through the ever-famous electronics district all that often, he had decided that he might as well get some exercise in on his way to school over in Ochanomizu... Which, in retrospect, had probably saved his life. Regardless of how used to earthquakes that the Japanese were, one of that magnitude would probably have caused massive delays on the train tracks, if not outright stop them altogether. As the initial earthquake stopped, Daisuke rose to his feet as his breathing began to slow down and return to normal. The collateral damage from the earthquake would probably be a bit dangerout to move around, but on the upside he wasn't trapped underground... Then the second earthquake hit, and the third one soon after. The giant signs that hung above the streets began to creak, which Daisuke immediately knew to be a bad sign. Steadying himself against the shaking earth, Daisuke took a deep breath and immediately broke out into a run. It was still early, so no stores were open... which meant no refuge from the rain of giant metal objects of death coming at the ground. Daisuke's run, however, was quickly brought to a stop as a sign embedded itself in the ground in front of him. As he turned to see how congested the center of the roads were because of all the panicking people, another sign fell, blocking him off from moving into the crowd of people. Biting his lip, Daisuke turned his head upwards to see a third sign, this one hanging on by a hinge. Turning back behind him, Daisuke found his escape route cut off the by the signs he had been escaping from earlier. No good. As the quake stopped for a moment, Daisuke heard his phone ring. Probably his parents or something asking if he was okay or not. Eyeing the sign carefully to move in whatever direction it didn't drop towards, Daisuke found that it wasn't his parents that had called, but rather a new app he had obtained... 'Cortensia'. On his screen displayed a single message... "Are you kidding me? Like I'll die boxed up like a little mouse in a cage!" he exclaimed, hitting "No" on his phone. As he did so, a strange code began executing itself on his screen. "Oh, of all the times-!!" he began before the sign's final hinge snapped and began to fall. Distracted by his phone for the moment, Daisuke didn't have as much time as he would have liked to dodge out of the way. As he began to move, it felt like the sign was following him... Which, to be fair, couldn't possibly have been true- after all, the weight of the sign wouldn't allow that to happen naturally. But it did. Though he knew it was futile, Daisuke raised his arms above his head instinctively as the sign closed in on his head. It never did. Waiting a few moment after his presumed time of death, Daisuke opened his eyes carefully. The sign had crashed into one of the signs blocking the way he had just come from, along with another four or five of them behind it. "What...?" he asked himself in disbelief before noticing a wolflike creature wielding a mace staring at him. "Uh...?" he asked himself before the creature swung the mace at him. Flinching for the moment, Daisuke quickly swung his backpack around to cushion the impact. The blow launched him in the same direction as the sign had gone just moments before, and his landing was just as rough as he tumbled over broken pieces of stone and metal debris. Shakily getting to his feet, Daisuke turned around to see if he could run away from whatever this thing was. Another sign. Just his luck. In the end, fighting really was the only option...? Gritting his teeth, Daisuke picked up a metal pole- debris from the earlier quake- and held it at the ready as the monster came at him. Though initially a slow, lumbering walk, the beast quickly picked up speed and closed the distance. The creature began to move as it had before to swing its weapon at him, but Daisuke wouldn't fall for the exact same trick twice. Ducking to the ground as the beast swung its weapon, Daisuke took the metal pole in his hands and stabbed it upwards into the monster's head. Through it didn't pierce the skin (or what seemed to be the skin), the monster staggered back, shaken. Taking the opportunity so cleanly presented to him by his enemy, Daisuke followed up by swinging the metal pole like a baseball bat against the side of the beast's head, causing it to slam against the wall. That had taken almost all of his energy, though- the adrenaline rush he had was beginning to wear off. But it wasn't over yet... Probably. As the creature stood up after the blow, Daisuke leaned against the pole as a support. It was over, wasn't it...? "Ahaha! That was entertaining! I don't think I've ever seen a human fight so hard for his life in ages!" the monster said, laughing. Daisuke stared in disbelief- it was talking to him?! "I don't really have a name, so just call me Kobold for now. That contract you just set up- seems like it summoned me. Just in the nick of time, too." it continued, walking over to the last remaining sign and launching a swing at it, sending it flying. "Well, I'll be seeing you." As the monster finished speaking, its body began to dissipate into white light before disappearing entirely. Daisuke simply stared in shock before a beeping from his phone notified him of Kobold's addition to his 'squad' or something like that. "Enough already! What the hell is going on today?!" Daisuke screamed to nobody in particular before sighing. Well, at least he had a way out now. But what could he do next...?</s> <\|message\|>Gentaro Matsunaga (or Matsunaga Gentaro as we're kinda in japan) Like a serpent, a thin line of smoke danced in the air, after that, the man put the cigarette again on his mouth as he heard the excuses of a man through his cellphone while standing on a park. He was an imponent man, weren't by his always clean suit anybody would think he was a thug or something worst, despite, he had a burrowed frow and an angry face while talking that would made anyone shiver. "All right, let's make it this way. I'll give you ten days to pay and no more" said through the phone at which his interlocutor nervously thanked him. "You have a mother to take care of right? How old is she?" asked the man. "It pains me to be so cruel then, I have a certain respect for old ladies, don't you have a child or a wife?" "What do I mean? I'll tell you, I'll give you ten days, and for each one I'll be breaking one finger of any of your close relatives, so when the day ten arrive and I find no finger to break I'll have to play with your neck. So, bring me the money, the count begins today, I'll be sending someone to break the fingers!" Exclaimed through the cellphone. A puff of smoke emanated from his mouth again as he readied the phone to make a different call. The man's name was Matsunaga Gentarou, regarding this person no one knew anything, however they did know about Genki the weapon dealer, his business name. He was a ruthless man, once a dreamer who was now only interested on making money. He had a big reputation in the underworld and men knew that to mess with him was a bad idea. He was about to dial the new number when the earthquake stroke. Tch, what was that? That shit's intensity must had been huge! Thought the man after surviving the first one amazed at the current state of chaos. It was violent, way too violent, the earth tore into pieces as the buildings collapsed and people ran, fell and were crushed. Gentaro himself was lucky as he was on the park, yet still felt the chaotic earthquake Had Japan finally broke into pieces? Wondered while checking the situation only to be assaulted by the earthquake's replicas. He found himself sat on his butt unable to move after he fell. Even a man of his size was scared. "Fuck! What's going on?!" Exclaimed, he was no less desperate than the rest of citizens but knew how to keep his cool. The man hardly stood up and his sight caught the boy who was about to be crushed by the sign and saved by some sort of humanoid beast. That boy has some balls… thought the man after he saw the short encounter But what was that thing? Wondered, yet his thoughts were interrupted when his cellphone ringed, he glanced at it. "Cortensia? The fuck's this shit?" said yet soon he would find himself assaulted by a new unnatural creature in the scene…</s>	<\|message\|>Taidana Wakahisa Tai had barely even noticed the first earthquake. His natural blissfulness combined with the fact that his MP3 player was turned up way to loud allowed him to ignore pretty much everything. He had assumed someone was doing construction nearby, or he'd walked onto a rocky road somehow or something, but point was he just wasn't paying attention. He certainly noticed the second quake though, it landed him flat on his face. "Ow..." Tai groaned, getting up and wiping the dust off of his now scuffed blue jacket, along with taking off his headphones to avoid future accidents. Suddenly though, another quake. Tai quickly steadied himself as best he could, with nothing to grab onto. He succeeded in not falling a second time, but it seemed somethings were not as lucky. The tall buildings of Marunouchi creaked under the pressure. Tai may not have been the smartest, but he knew that meant bad things, generally. He probably should have been rushing out of there. His first thought was the subway, but he quickly remembered why he was walking today; he forgot his pass. Plus, the massive quake would have definitely shaken something out of place, so that was a no go. His thought train was interrupted by his phone buzzing. A small message appeared on it's screen as a new app was added. Confused as hell, Tai just decided to hit 'no' because that seemed like the right answer. He just stood there, staring at his screen for a moment, before a tremendous crashing sound rang through his ears. He focused and saw that there was a car in front of him. Had it not stopped, he would probably be saddled with a broken arm, and a few broken ribs, if he wasn't dead on impact. That wasn't super important now though, the thing that stopped the car was much weirder than vehicular manslaughter. A small red creature with a lond hair braid and a cornucopia of suction cups all over it's body. "Hey, human, I'm Obariyon! I need my freedom, so get ready to bite the dust!" It yelled in a, frankly quite annoying voice. Tai stood there dumb struck for a second before snapping out of his stupor. If it's a fight this little demon thingy wanted, Tai was happy to oblige. "Sure." He said. With that, the demon quickly leaped at Tai, who swung around his bass guitar just in time for it to collide with Oba's face. This sent the red creature sprawling out onto the concrete. This gave Tai the time he needed to unzip the bass's case and wield the axe like an axe. Obariyon got up, a grimace plastered across it's red face. The two rushed at each other, Tai's superior range with the bass clearly winning out. A low twang was heard from the guitar as it again hit the short demon, this time right on the top of the head. With the monster stunned from the head blow, all Tai had to do to wear it completely out was a skyrocketing uppercut type move. When the monster landed back on the ground it held out it's palm as a sign of cease fire. "Hey, you wanna make a contract, right? You need me to do it." He said. Tai, as oblivious as ever, tried to formulate some questions. Before he could even get a word out though, his new red friend disappeared. Tai had no time to mourn however, his phone buzzed as a notification that a new 'demon' had been added to his 'squad'. "Wow, what a great day to miss the tram." Tai said, with a small smirk. What to do now though...?</s>
<\|description\|>Taidana Wakahisa Age: 16 Gender: Male Personality: Taidana is kind of a loser. He is quite lazy, simply walking through life at a lackadaisical pace whenever possible. He is horrid at making decisions for himself, and is quite naive. His awkward charm is accentuated by his clumsiness when not focused, and his forgetfulness. He dislikes acknowledging his past mistakes, particularly those relating to romance. This is not because he is super narcissistic, but he does believe most if not all relationship issues aren't his fault. He is a tad selfish and thinks most often of himself before others. He is overall, quite childlike, and although he never tries to be mean, he does so accidentally sometimes. Tai has a variety of interests. He plays the bass guitar very frequently, and is even in a small local band. He's decent enough, having worked at it for a year or two. Something he's much more of a savant at is fighting. Despite minimal training, he has been labeled as "best fighter in school" by most of the people who know him. This is probably due to his propensity of getting in fights to try and defend women, whether they need it or not. His favorite musical genre is western rock, punk, and alternative, even if he can't understand the words. He plays retro games on and off. Biography: Taidana was the middle child of two rich parents. Though they did spoil him often, as with their other two children, they wanted him to have a relatively normal life. They sent him to public school. There he occasionally got into fights, and accrued a small gaggle of friends. With these friends, he formed a band to gain popularity. He even got into a relationship that sadly ended in a rough break up. Soon after, he had to leave due his father accepting a business opportunity. Once at his new school, he again joined a band, forgetting all about his previous school and girlfriend. Strength: He's a great fighter. Weakness: He's kind of an idiot. Demons: Main:* Obariyon Reserves:* None Weapon: Due to the suddenness of the situation, all he has on him is his bass. If he were to get home to his brother's sword collection though... Other: In case you couldn't tell, he's heavily based on Scott Pilgrim, the titular character of the graphic novel series, and movie.</s> <\|message\|>Gentaro Matsunaga (or Matsunaga Gentaro as we're kinda in japan) "Hey brat! I saw you fighting with that thing, I must say that I'm quite impressed" said Gentaro with a stern tone that matched his serious looking face. He raised his cellphone and showed him the pic of his Cortensia app and the Angel within it. "Which leads me to ask, had you been through this shit before? and do you have any idea of what's this thing?" Asked in a way that almost seemed to be a threat. I'm probably wasting my time, this brat seems to be scared to the core... Thought while furrowing his brow even more.</s> <\|message\|>Taidana Wakahisa Tai decided that the best thing to do at the moment would probably be to find his father. The rest of his family would probably be fine at home, but his father was all the way over at Akiba might have been in danger. Especially if there were more demons around. Sure, the one he encountered was small, but they could gang up on people, especially some middle-aged business man. Plus, Tai had a 'weapon' to defend himself with, even if it was highly improvised. Thank god he had band practice today. As Tai made his way to Akiba, he was astounded by how many people he saw dead. Sure, he saw a few dead bodies in Marunouchi, enough to make him queasy and fear another earthquake, but as he got closer to the famous electronics district, more debris and dead littered the streets. Tai briefly wondered if he was in any danger. Some signs still hadn't fallen, and he'd seen first hand that something odd was going on. He then worried for his father. Certainly none of these corpses were him...? Tai shook the thought out of his mind. Never. He pushed the thought out of his mind as he continued deeper into Akiba. He eventually found someone alive, and asked them about his father. They hadn't seen him. With a sigh, Tai continued deeper into Akiba, now getting completely lost in the district. He should have brought a map, he was always getting lost in this place. So many buildings and flashing signs. At least now the signs were closer to eye level, and not flashing. Finally, Tai found another person to talk to. Some girl on her phone. Maybe she was contacting emergency services? That was certainly a possibility, though his better guess was that she was on concerto or whatever the app was called. He probably wasn't the only one to get it, there were other people alive so he assumed they had the app too. "Uh, hey, I'm Taidana Wakahisa. I'm looking for my father, you see him? He's got black hair, about this tall, wearing a really nice business suit?" He asked, gesturing a height slightly taller than his own. Hopefully this girl had seen him, otherwise he'd probably just end up wandering the streets of Akiba for the next two hours until he decided to go home.</s> <\|message\|>Keiko Yamada ~Keiko Yamada~ "Huh...Compemendium. Keeps a list of all the demons you've owned, then? Well, that'd be useful..." She muttered to herself, still checking out the app. This...Cortensia thing, was going to be quite useful if she could get her hands on some other demons, or this...'Macca' stuff. Apparently, she had to fight demons do get her mitts on whatever that was. Demon money? Possibly, but she couldn't be sure until she had some. Well, that just meant she should probably go see if she could find some more demons and possibly hunt them...or, rather, if she could also 'contract' them. She wasn't sure how that worked, but having more than that pest around would be beneficial, surely. "Uh, hey, I'm Taidana Wakahisa. I'm looking for my father, you see him? He's got black hair, about this tall, wearing a really nice business suit?" The voice had surprised her a bit. She hadn't heard the other boy approach. Keiko looked up from her phone, giving the other kid a brief once over, quickly deciding to put on the charm here. Perhaps, he had some information that would prove to be useful. Plus, if she could...'befriend' him, her chances of getting some Macca would go up too. With a smile, she put the phone in her pocket and playfully leaped down from where she had been sitting. "...that is like, half the population of Japan." She giggled, giving him a friendly smile. Despite the bit of childishness she spoke with, her tone still carried a bit of formality to it. Really, he was looking for his father in a time like this? How droll. He should be doing something a bit more productive, honestly. Like trying to find out how to tame those so called demons through contracts - whatever those were. She was going to be doing that herself. "But, apologies. I have not seen your father." For a moment, she was silent as she looked around, seeming slightly worried. It was an act, of course though - an attempt to look a bit on the 'weak' and 'helpless' side. "Uhm..." She hesitantly started. "I-I would not mind helping you look, Wakahisa. I...well, travelling alone doesn't seem like the best idea right now, does it?" She fidgeted uncomfortably on the spot she stood in. "I mean...with those things around, right?"</s> <\|message\|>Daisuke Takeda Daisuke tensed up as the man shoved his phone in his face, shaking his head no as he moved to go take a seat near an area relatively clear of debris. "I'm just as lost as your are on this. Sorry I'm not of any help." he sighed, pulling out his phone and looking at the Cortensia app. Just as the man had (kind of rudely) shown him, he could access something akin to a list of demons, and through Kobold seemed to be the only thing on there right now the fact remained that what had just happened wasn't just an illusion... To say nothing of the fight he had found himself in and how damaged he was, of course. The fact that the man had seen the skirmish only further drove the point home- this wasn't the same Tokyo that he had been used to all his life. "On that note, though, I didn't really have much of a choice to fight. There was a giant metal sign blocking the way out, and I was boxed in. It was either fight or die..." he sighed, staring at his phone as he flipped through the options. "Given the way you look... You had to deal with something similar?" Standing up as he had regained enough energy, Daisuke took his pole and tested its weight a bit more. It was definitely a bit unwieldy, for sure... "Oh, I'm very sorry. I should introduce myself. I'm Daisuke Takeda, college student at Tokyo U... Though, given the circumstances, that's probably not very important." he said, bowing to the man. "I... I'm honestly not sure what to do now, actually. School's probably closed due to the earthquakes, and all the dead bodies means that the people at the hospitals nearby must be busy as all hell..."</s> <\|message\|>Gentaro Matsunaga (or Matsunaga Gentaro as we're kinda in japan) "Tch, we have no idea of what's going on huh?" Said Gentaro seemingly angry. He had known of chaos and violence before, once in the past he was part of a famous Yakuza group and had tasted and given violence, it was sickening, disgusting, hence why he decided to let others to do the dirty job, for he, to stay out of the scenery was more comfortable. However, this new chaos was inviting him into a disordered and disgusting violence once again. And for that he had to be ready... As soon as the boy introduced himself the man exclaimed "I don't care 'bout your name brat. School? Why do you even think on that now? Listen we'll exchange numbers, I'll rather avoid becoming acquaintance of a kid but you beat one of these things and have the application. Who knows what'll happen now?" After exchanging numbers Gentaro turned his back to him, he had to reach his storehouse, with a gun without ammo he had no chance to survive if one of these creatures showed up again. Before finally leaving he said to Daisuke. "By the way, this is hell, really, I've seen nasty stuff, but this is just carnage. Listen brat, go see your family, I can't guarantee they'll be alive but is better now or never." And then the man left the scene.</s> <\|message\|>Daisuke Takeda Daisuke nodded as he exchanged numbers with the rude man (labeling him as such on his phone) and watched silently as he walked away. He did have a point, though... But at the same time his parents lived in Kyoto. Though he would have liked to see them in person, a phone call would have to suffice for now. Quickly pulling up his father's cell phone number and dialing it, Daisuke bit his lip and hoped he could get a response. ... "The number you have dialed is curr-" Clicking his tongue, Daisuke immediately cut off the call and looked around. The man had already left by now, which meant he was alone in the middle of the carnage... Again. Looking around once more, he noticed another two people sitting around. At a distance, they seemed to be a bit younger than he was, but it didn't hurt to see if they were in the same situation as he was in. Brushing off whatever debris he could off of his clothes, Daisuke began to move towards the two. Maybe they had some more information than he or that other man did.</s>	<\|message\|>Taidana Wakahisa Tai smiled as the girl got off of the rock pile she was sitting on and responded to him, respectfully putting her phone back in her pocket. He didn't get to see her face that well when it was buried in her phone, but now that it wasn't he could see she was quite attractive."...that is like, half the population of Japan." She joked. Her voice was nice. It was a polite tone, but still one that carried a small amount of fun. Tai laughed, a little awkwardly, at her comment. Trying to describe his father to her further would end in the same stuff. It was kinda funny how generic his father was. Just another business man, he supposed, but ah well, what could ya do? "But, apologies. I have not seen your father." She said. There was a pause for some reason Tai honestly didn't know, and she looked from side to side. Oh god was he being boring or something? Did she not want to talk to him? Maybe she was looking out for more pokemon or whatever to tame and/or run from? Tai prayed it was the last one. Which reminded him, he needed to see if she had the same demon as him. If they were all as easy to take down as his, than he was sure pretty much everything would be back to normal soon. If some teenager could take down one of 'em, guns would do the trick with ease. "Uhm... I-I would not mind helping you look, Wakahisa. I...well, travelling alone doesn't seem like the best idea right now, does it? I mean...with those things around, right?" She asked/offered to Tai, fidgeting and stuttering and pausing in a surprisingly cute manner. Oh god, she wanted to help him? "H-huh, hm, really? Thaaaaaaanks..." He stuttered, rocking on the balls of his feet as he thought of what to say. "What's your thi-demon, what's you demon like? Mine's, um, he's like a little red guy, with like a ponytail braid thing. And he's really to the point about stuff, and uh... Stuff." He paused, looking around for an out of this obviously awkward and horrendous conversation. Luckily, another person was approaching, and this time it wasn't a cute girl. "Hey look another person let's go talk to them." Tai mumbled, trying to be loud enough for her to hear even though honestly all he wanted right now was to not speak at all and to go somewhere else. Tai walked briskly up to the new guy. He looked a tad bit older, probably a class or two above him in school. "Hi, sir, do you have demons?" Tai asked, before quickly realizing what he said. "I mean do you have them in your phone? Well, like, do you have..." Tai paused as he grabbed his phone to see what the app was called. "Cortensia. Do you have that app on your phone?"</s>
<\|description\|>Taidana Wakahisa Age: 16 Gender: Male Personality: Taidana is kind of a loser. He is quite lazy, simply walking through life at a lackadaisical pace whenever possible. He is horrid at making decisions for himself, and is quite naive. His awkward charm is accentuated by his clumsiness when not focused, and his forgetfulness. He dislikes acknowledging his past mistakes, particularly those relating to romance. This is not because he is super narcissistic, but he does believe most if not all relationship issues aren't his fault. He is a tad selfish and thinks most often of himself before others. He is overall, quite childlike, and although he never tries to be mean, he does so accidentally sometimes. Tai has a variety of interests. He plays the bass guitar very frequently, and is even in a small local band. He's decent enough, having worked at it for a year or two. Something he's much more of a savant at is fighting. Despite minimal training, he has been labeled as "best fighter in school" by most of the people who know him. This is probably due to his propensity of getting in fights to try and defend women, whether they need it or not. His favorite musical genre is western rock, punk, and alternative, even if he can't understand the words. He plays retro games on and off. Biography: Taidana was the middle child of two rich parents. Though they did spoil him often, as with their other two children, they wanted him to have a relatively normal life. They sent him to public school. There he occasionally got into fights, and accrued a small gaggle of friends. With these friends, he formed a band to gain popularity. He even got into a relationship that sadly ended in a rough break up. Soon after, he had to leave due his father accepting a business opportunity. Once at his new school, he again joined a band, forgetting all about his previous school and girlfriend. Strength: He's a great fighter. Weakness: He's kind of an idiot. Demons: Main:* Obariyon Reserves:* None Weapon: Due to the suddenness of the situation, all he has on him is his bass. If he were to get home to his brother's sword collection though... Other: In case you couldn't tell, he's heavily based on Scott Pilgrim, the titular character of the graphic novel series, and movie.</s> <\|message\|>Keiko Yamada ~Keiko Yamada~ "H-huh, hm, really? Thaaaaaaanks...What's your thi-demon, what's you demon like? Mine's, um, he's like a little red guy, with like a ponytail braid thing. And he's really to the point about stuff, and uh... Stuff." So he did have one. She ignored his stuttering and his seemingly uncomfortable state. Then it was likely this 'Cortensia' app was installed on more than just one phone, and had aided in the survival of other people too. She didn't know if that was good or bad. Still, it seemed as this Taidana person would be easy enough to...persuade, to do what she wanted. At least, long enough for her to get a bit more info out of them before leaving him for dead with a horde of demons. However, before she got to answer his question, he suddenly turned his attention from her, to another person. "Hey look another person let's go talk to them." How utterly rude. Here she was, a helpless looking girl and he just decided someone else was more important. She supposed though, having a third person here was probably a good idea. She turned her head towards the person in question. He looked to be an older man. He looked old enough to be in college - or at least in his last year of highschool. He was carrying a rather large looking metal pipe too - where he had gotten it she didn't know, but it looked like he at least knew roughly how to use it. Perhaps though, it might be better to keep Taidana away from any outside influences. At least, until she had a good handle on her new...'friend'. "Are you sure that is a good idea? I mean, they might be-" Before she could finish her sentence, however, Taidana had already walked over to the other man. It was no use in pretending like they didn't see him and leave now, so she'd make the best of it. She followed Taidana quietly, giving the man a brief once over as he spoke to the other boy. Taidana really had no idea how to eloquently choose his words, did he? She inwardly sighed, though she outwardly gave the man a friendly smile. Well, that is until another quake started. He was pretty sure that he had said something about having it, but now wasn't the time. Odd portals began opening around the three of them. Demons spilled from them, like some sort of rift in the fabric of reality was connecting them to hell. Not only that, the dead rose and shoved the impossibly heavy debris off of them. Well, perhaps now was a chance she could get some Macca...and some information on if she could possibly tame these demons... A beep from her phone however, got her attention. The Cortensia App activated, displaying a warning - something about demons being detected and activated the summoning app. Well, looks like she was going to have to deal with that pest then, but she didn't seem to have much of a choice. The Pixie was summoned from a beam of light that came from her phone. Another thing the Cortensia app was probably letting the phone do. Seconds later, the Pixie was fully summoned, sporting her same blue dress and wings flapping slowly as she floated. "Aww, I was having a nice nap mistress~" She yawned, but turned around immediately as she saw the zombies and other things around them. "Ooh! Looks like we get to fight, right?" She asked, giving Keiko a more than friendly smile. "L-looks that way." She stuttered. She was certain she could easily handle these enemies by herself, but she had an act to keep up in front of the boys. "Alright! Pixie ready for combat! Lets kick these guys butts!" The pixie struck a little fighting pose, placing herself between Keiko and the demons. "U-uhm, I'm not too good with this whole fighting thing." She quietly said to Taidana and Daisuke, feigning being scared of the demons. "I do not even have a weapon of anything on me. I-it was a miracle I beat that thing in the first place." She was glad the Pixie seemed to not note the change in her personality. If she did, then she didn't say anything. Perhaps she could be useful, after all...</s> <\|message\|>Oswald Rothschild A silence filled the air much like before after oswalds first encounter with these mysterious demons. His cut, sliced hand slowly gripped the handle of the front door, turning and opening it up, and in turn Oswald felt a warm yet icey cold breeze sink into his skin, as all that could be seen of the ruinous Akiba were corpses, fire and blood plastered over every car, window and lamp. The death like sombre serenity of muffled screams set the mans mind at ease, as he strolled nonchalantly away from the house onward toward the direction of the breeze. He slowly crept his hand into his pocket and checked the phone, examining the contents of what it had available. "Demon summoning... A store...? Who bestowed this little treat to me, hmm? The ability to summon demons... To gain power and rip my foes asunder... I could get away with murder... Much more easily anyway~" Oswald twisted his expression once more into an arrogant smirk, before he let out a small chuckle and shoved the phone back into his pocket, what a joy it was to him, now he could do what hes always wanted to do and without anyone being able to stop him, it was like his prayers were answered, the years of torment, abuse and ridicule all led up to now, how could he contain his excitement? Oswald gripped onto the bloody knife tightly in his left hand and slowly approached the inner city of Akiba all while his blade sunk slowly into the palm of his right hand, the squelching sound of flesh and skin slipping apart from the pressure of his blade sent massive amounts of pain through his hand like a vibration, causing him to wince and tear up, the long haired demon summoner beginning to weep into his jacket, but at the same time, the man laughed, it was simply amazing... A squeel knocked him out of his maddening stupor as he immediately removed the knife and glared around himself, until he spotted what looked to be a young male fleeing from a horde of zombie like creatures, no more than three, but still a threat to the boy, and without somebody to save him, there was no doubt he was as good as dead. Oswald flashed the knife and gripped the phone inside of his pocket and used the touch screen capabilities to summon forth the Jack the ripper demon, a smile on his face as the summoning worked according to what he had predicted. "Aaah, just as I thought... Alright, little man... Those zombies chasing after that weak poppet... We're going to slaughter them with our own hands~ MOVE IT!" Oswald shoving his demon ahead as the two quickly broke into a run, dashing down the alleyway that the defenseless human had ran down, it didnt take long for both jack the ripper and Oswald to reach their foes as Oswald quickly snatched one of the Zombies by the frail hair upon their head and janked them back, making the zombie groan as it collapsed against the cold bloody ground, but before it could even act, Oswalds knife had already lodged itself inside of its neck, and had completely sliced through the weak rotten flesh, effectively decapitating it after several swings of his sharp blade, causing a disgusting gargling sound to echo as its blood squirted from the open hole in its neck, the first zombie having let out its last decaying breath. Jack the ripper, ahead of oswald cackled as madly as his master, before it sank one of its razor blade like knives into both their legs, causing both undead to fall on their faces. With one preoccupied by jack the ripper as it hopped onto a zombies back and happily sliced away at its victim, Oswald jumped merrily ontop of the zombie with a giggle and applies his heavy boots pressure into the skull of the other undead and quickly cracked the undeads skull beneath his boots, like a watermelon being crushed with a hammer, both Oswald and jack had slayed their foes, and all that remained was finding the boy, however that would have to wait. In a street at the end of the alleyway, he heard the voices of more demons, along with humans and went to investigate, finding the other heroes in Akibas streets ready to combat against a zombie horde, with jack the ripper still summoned. The other characters would notice the bloody tall man exit from the alleyway, knife in hand, as he effortlessly sunk the blade into the zombies face and cleaved its head from the jaw in half, sending the zombie onto its back to further decay from its second death. Oswald simply stood there, smiling gently as his vision turned toward Keiko, blood drenching half his face, his knife twitching in his grasp and a gentle but creepy and raspy voice spoke to her, sending the feeling of worms crawling her her spine... He looked uninterested in the carnage around him, as if the zombies and the blood drenching him were non existent as if the new world and his visage blended shockingly well together, one thing to note was that his eyes werent normal... its hard to explain... But they didnt look right, they looked emotionless, hollow and for lack of a better word... Dangerous. A thin smile rested on his bruised and battered face, his knife loosely by his side, dripping fresh with the undeads blood... "Hello... You wouldnt have happened to have seen my darling son anywhere... Have you?"</s>	<\|message\|>Taidana Wakahisa Tai laughed awkwardly as the man in front of him joked about his poorly phrased question. "Well, I'd think we all have skeletons in our closet by this point in time. Yeah, I've got the app-" He said, nodding his head. Unfortunately he was cut short by another earthquake. "Wha- Another quake? You're kidding, right?" the man asked, taking the words right out of Tai's mouth. Then, as Tai was stumbling and trying to straighten himself, the corpses of the people killed by the quakes started moving the rocks and such off of them, and more demons appeared. Tai's phone was already out, so he noticed the beep fairly easily. 'WARNING' in big red all-caps text appeared on his screen, probably to tell him if someone was trying to ambush them. Then a 'demon summoning protocol' started. Once again his red friend popped up, though this time it seemed to not want to kill him. "Huh? Oh, we're fighting now. Cool." Obarion said, taking a battle stance. Tai looked at the other two demons the people around him had summoned. Some fairy thing that could fly, and a wolf beast monster with a club. He felt like he kinda got the short end of the stick about the whole demon thing. The girl got a flying demon, a very helpful ability, and the man got a cool beast man with a weapon. He got a short red suction cup demon. Ah well, he was sure his demon could hold his own. "U-uhm, I'm not too good with this whole fighting thing. I do not even have a weapon of anything on me. I-it was a miracle I beat that thing in the first place." The girl stuttered. Tai grinned. Sure he couldn't talk to girls, but beating things up for girls was like the opposite of talking to girls. Although he didn't speak, it was obvious in his expression that he was ready for a brawl. But before he could commence wrecking these zombies' days and making contracts with all the demons, a creepy dude stepped out of an alleyway nearby. He held a knife stained with blood, from a zombie he had just executed, and gave the girl this horrifyingly disturbing stare. Tai didn't like him. "Hello... You wouldnt have happened to have seen my darling son anywhere... Have you?" Creepy man asked, presumably to the girl. "No, we haven't." Tai said firmly, gripping his guitar in as threatening a manner you could hold one. He stepped in between the girl and the creepy man, knocking a zombie out of the way with his guitar to get there. He didn't bother to see if it was dead before glaring at the creepy man.</s>
<\|description\|>Taidana Wakahisa Age: 16 Gender: Male Personality: Taidana is kind of a loser. He is quite lazy, simply walking through life at a lackadaisical pace whenever possible. He is horrid at making decisions for himself, and is quite naive. His awkward charm is accentuated by his clumsiness when not focused, and his forgetfulness. He dislikes acknowledging his past mistakes, particularly those relating to romance. This is not because he is super narcissistic, but he does believe most if not all relationship issues aren't his fault. He is a tad selfish and thinks most often of himself before others. He is overall, quite childlike, and although he never tries to be mean, he does so accidentally sometimes. Tai has a variety of interests. He plays the bass guitar very frequently, and is even in a small local band. He's decent enough, having worked at it for a year or two. Something he's much more of a savant at is fighting. Despite minimal training, he has been labeled as "best fighter in school" by most of the people who know him. This is probably due to his propensity of getting in fights to try and defend women, whether they need it or not. His favorite musical genre is western rock, punk, and alternative, even if he can't understand the words. He plays retro games on and off. Biography: Taidana was the middle child of two rich parents. Though they did spoil him often, as with their other two children, they wanted him to have a relatively normal life. They sent him to public school. There he occasionally got into fights, and accrued a small gaggle of friends. With these friends, he formed a band to gain popularity. He even got into a relationship that sadly ended in a rough break up. Soon after, he had to leave due his father accepting a business opportunity. Once at his new school, he again joined a band, forgetting all about his previous school and girlfriend. Strength: He's a great fighter. Weakness: He's kind of an idiot. Demons: Main:* Obariyon Reserves:* None Weapon: Due to the suddenness of the situation, all he has on him is his bass. If he were to get home to his brother's sword collection though... Other: In case you couldn't tell, he's heavily based on Scott Pilgrim, the titular character of the graphic novel series, and movie.</s> <\|message\|>Gentaro Matsunaga (or Matsunaga Gentaro as we're kinda in japan) "Damn!" exclaimed Gentaro after the new quake. The man was breathing heavily yet it wasn't because of the running, in fact, he was proud of having a strong physical condition thus this was no different than jogging. He was tired due to the chain of events, the surprise and fear had greatly affected his focus and resistance, thankfully his hidden store was close as he installed it in Akiba as the city was perfect for business not only in the legal side but also illegal. Hmm? What's this?... Wondered the bulky man as he saw a considerable number of people in front of his office. Clients? Never seen this many before. Don't tell me it's because of the monsters… Thought the man while looking at the small crowd. On the legal side he was supposedly an accountant, he doubted that many people were interested in dealing with economic issues in a time like this, the logic conclusion was that these were people who knew about his real job or at least had heard the rumors and held a small glint of hope to find something to defend themselves with. The man carefully surrounded the crowd trying to not be noticed, he would use the back entrance yet he couldn't hide a smile that drew on his face. Simply excellent, never had that many clients before, perhaps is a good time to leave this shitty country, it's falling apart after all. Thought while entering the building. What Gentaro called his storehouse was a very big basement within the two stores building which composed his office and whole business department in general. He opened the door only to be received by an avalanche of desperate people, skilled as he was the man managed to calm them down, it was just as he thought, they were seeking for weapons. It wasn't an easy task to gather them hence the price was often expensive, even with that, the number of clients and his experience told him that it was the best idea to lower it a bit, after all the profit will be considerable. Although he used the basement to keep the weapons he had a few hidden in the office and thus the first sales went smoothly, it was the first time he sold weapons openly as if this were to be any common drug store, for a moment it felt weird but he ignored the feeling, he would had even forgotten the whole chaos weren't by the fact the fearful clients talk about it in despair. "I… I was too assaulted by one of these things… I've never run too much before in my life!" "I was lucky I could beat that thing, but is now stuck in my cellphone, what's going on?" "Is the end of the world I tell you, these are demons, this is the judgement day!!!" And like that the men talked and talked. "Quiet!" Exclaimed as one of the desperate men demanded a handgun. "That's 60.000 yen, I'll only accept the full cash." Said with a stern tone, the man replied with a complain, a excuse and a promise of giving him the rest of the money later. "If there is no money then there is no weapon, good luck being ripped apart by the monsters" said without changing his expression. Out of madness the client decided it was better to attack him and take the guns themselves, in fact many agreed and weren't to be by the fact that Gentaro arrived at time they would had probably broke in the store and steal all for them. However, the client committed a mistake, he was dealing with a man made for the job. For a moment they all went speechless as the aggressive client lied now in the floor groaning in pain while grabbing his leg. Smoke poured from a gun held in Gentaro's right arm, the same one he used to shot him in the leg. "As I said, if there is no money get outta here" said with a calm yet threatening tone. Things flew smoothly after that as no one tried to assault him again. As expected, the weapons he had in the office had been now all handled. Gentaro exhaled his cigarette's smoke and said "Wait there, I'll go for more weapons" The clients again revolted yet the only click of Gentaro's gun calmed them down. Tch! I really hate disorder thought while heading to his basement. The man pressed his hand against the knob and immediately felt that something was wrong. It was cold, extremely cold. He closed his eyes for a second readying for whatever was waiting for him inside and then opened it.</s> <\|message\|>Daisuke Takeda Akiba Streets Daisuke sighed and massaged his forehead as he watched Oswald let loose, unleashing carnage left and right. That was definitely someone who wasn't right in the head... Not by any moral standards. The man reminded Daisuke more of a crazed beast than an actual human, which, given the situation, was surprisingly fitting. At the moment, though, it seemed he... Or it... Was on their side. "Well, I guess in a world filled with killing a serial killer's probably your best bet. Or something like that." he said, vaulting over a pile of debris with his pole to dropkick a pixie in the face. it felt mean, beating up something small and so humanoid, but it was better than the death that awaited them if they didn't. Looking around at the remaining adversaries, Daisuke noticed another demon reforming from a portal in the ground. That wasn't a good sign; the portals had to be destroyed for the demons to stop barreling down at them. Making his way over to the nearest portal (which just so happened to be a few feet away), Daisuke noticed the portal's origin was a cell phone- probably one of the deceased's, if anything. Smashing his pole into it, the portal quickly dissipated. So the demons were bound to the phones, then? Looking around once more, Daisuke noted that their numbers hadn't really thinned, minus the ones that Oswald and his friend were hacking and slashing at. His hypothesis was probably wrong, then; he could destroy the phones, yes, but the demons had to go by force. Pleasant. Not. "Hey, smash the cells under the portals!" he shouted to the people near him. "It'll stop the number of enemies from growing any larger!" Gentaro's Shop As the door opened wider, an abnormal sight would meet his eyes- about thirty or so demons, white bodied and all with blue hats and incredibly goofy smiles, messing around in his storage room. They seemed to pay Gentaro no mind, instead opting to spend their time messing around in the now fully frozen over room. "Hee-ho! This place is pretty interesting, isn't it, ho?" one of the demons asked another, who seemed to be examining an assault rifle in its hands. "Hee-hee! I'd say so! And all of these toys are pretty interesting too!" it responded, shaking the gun around before putting it back in its former position. "Ho, but I really wish that the King was here. He'd definitely know what to do now, ho!"</s>	<\|message\|>Taidana Wakahisa Tai frowned a little as the man displayed some harsh truths. "You know, even if you can't fight now, you'll have to eventually. Relying on us is fine for now, but don't become dead weight in the future, alright?" he said. Tai had to reluctantly agree. Eventually something would happen that would force her to fight, he was sure. That was just how things worked, especially now that the world seemed to have become some weird pokemon cellphone simulator. "Well, what are you waiting for? I can only do so much on my own!" the man said. Oh, yeah, he wasn't really doing the fighting he said he was going to. All he had done currently was defend the girl against a human, not even one of the demons. With a huff, he began whacking at zombies, not really paying attention to the crazy man who was laughing, condescending, and destroying foes with them. Tai honestly didn't care what he said if he was helping them, but as soon as he turned on them, that creepy douche was getting a bass to the face. He did catch the creepy dude's name though, Rothschild. Something foreign. Huh. An odd cackle, not one made by any of his current teammates, distracted him. Another demon, controlled by Roths if the way he was commanding and screaming at it was any indication. He even gave the murderous beast a cute name, Jack. Yeah, he should probably give Obariyon a name too... His distraction provided hazardous, as a zombie girl had sneaked up on him and scratched at him, leaving a wound not very deep, but still a little painful. "Agh, shit!" Tai yelped, before whacking it upside then head, generating a guitar strum and a sickening crack. "Ooh. That musta hurt. Now I feel bad." Tai said, giving the corpse a quick mournful glance and a frown before continuing to hit stuff. The exact same amount of stuff as before, actually. Tai sighed. This was getting nowhere! It seemed that they hadn't made much of a dent in the enemy forces. He huffed again before looking over at Obariyon. "Hey, dude, let's pick it up! If you help me win, I'll give you a cool name, okay?" Tai bartered. Obariyon shrugged before beginning to attack the enemy with his master. With a quick leap, Obariyon got himself around what Tai's phone identified as a 'kobold' and restrained it with his suction cupped hands It was another one of those demons that the man had, the only difference being the kobold was attacking them, instead of other demons. Tai took this opportunity to murderize it with his guitar. A few bludgeoning blows, and the demon zapped out of existence. His phone notified him that he had gotten some 'macca'. "Huh? Macca? I thought enemies were supposed to explode into coins..." But his videogame related tangent was cut short by the man recommending them a strategy. "Hey, smash the cells under the portals! It'll stop the number of enemies from growing any larger!" He said. Oh, so they were respawning. Tai was confused as to how little progress he had made, but it made a little more sense now. "You heard 'im, Obariyon! Let's get those cellphones!" Tai yelled. Obariyon just sighed at his master's enthusiasm and followed him into battle as they carved there way through to another cellphone to break.</s>
<\|description\|>Taidana Wakahisa Age: 16 Gender: Male Personality: Taidana is kind of a loser. He is quite lazy, simply walking through life at a lackadaisical pace whenever possible. He is horrid at making decisions for himself, and is quite naive. His awkward charm is accentuated by his clumsiness when not focused, and his forgetfulness. He dislikes acknowledging his past mistakes, particularly those relating to romance. This is not because he is super narcissistic, but he does believe most if not all relationship issues aren't his fault. He is a tad selfish and thinks most often of himself before others. He is overall, quite childlike, and although he never tries to be mean, he does so accidentally sometimes. Tai has a variety of interests. He plays the bass guitar very frequently, and is even in a small local band. He's decent enough, having worked at it for a year or two. Something he's much more of a savant at is fighting. Despite minimal training, he has been labeled as "best fighter in school" by most of the people who know him. This is probably due to his propensity of getting in fights to try and defend women, whether they need it or not. His favorite musical genre is western rock, punk, and alternative, even if he can't understand the words. He plays retro games on and off. Biography: Taidana was the middle child of two rich parents. Though they did spoil him often, as with their other two children, they wanted him to have a relatively normal life. They sent him to public school. There he occasionally got into fights, and accrued a small gaggle of friends. With these friends, he formed a band to gain popularity. He even got into a relationship that sadly ended in a rough break up. Soon after, he had to leave due his father accepting a business opportunity. Once at his new school, he again joined a band, forgetting all about his previous school and girlfriend. Strength: He's a great fighter. Weakness: He's kind of an idiot. Demons: Main:* Obariyon Reserves:* None Weapon: Due to the suddenness of the situation, all he has on him is his bass. If he were to get home to his brother's sword collection though... Other: In case you couldn't tell, he's heavily based on Scott Pilgrim, the titular character of the graphic novel series, and movie.</s> <\|message\|>Keiko Yamada ~Keiko Yamada~ Keiko watched in a mix of annoyance and displeasure as Oswald ripped through the zombies rather easily. She had to admit, the animal was good at what he did - which was kill things. Now, if she could tame the beast...he could be a very useful little tool. The thought caused her to smirk a bit. Her own, personal little guard-dog. Now, that, was an idea she could get behind. She'd have to be careful though, unless she wanted to end up one of his victims. A thought for later, anyways. "Aaah... Children... Your savior has cleared you a path... Obey and go destroy them now... I'l watch~" Soon though, he had cleared a path for them. Most of the demons were easily dispatched, and Keiko made her move. While the Pixie fended off the last of the demons, She reached the cellphone. With a loud stomp, she brought her foot down on it, crushing it and closing the portal in one swift motion. Well, that was much easier than she thought it was going to be. She got a little rough up in the process, but she learned her pest of a demon could heal. That would be useful. For her, at least. She had no intention of blabbing that to the others... Keiko made her way back over to the others, not bothering to put away her Pixie, who decided to take up a residency sitting on her shoulder for the moment. She looked at the others - they seemed to have fared well enough. "Fighting aside, I'd like it if we could figure out a plan of action. Self introductions can come later... After we get to a place where demons won't murder us and stuff. Anyone have any ideas about where to go? I'd rather not bust into a building here, though..." The man said. He had a point. Standing around talking like this was probably a bad idea. More demons would probably pop up, soon enough. Going into one of these unstable buildings...well, she was fairly sure that was better than standing out here, even if it meant that the building was unstable. "My house would probably be to far from here... I don't have the keys to my dad's new shop... I dunno, do any of you guys have ideas? Oh, and does anyone have any tape?" Tai commented, asking for some tape. Really, in a time like this? How idiotic. They had more worries other than his precious guitar for the moment. Like not getting mauled by the demons. Before she could comment, however the...creature spoke. "Everyone else is dying, why does it matter where we go? Break into a random store, and stay inside until we can think about what to do! Poor kids out there, probably doing the same thing, the smart little tyke..." ...she couldn't believe she was agreeing with him. It would be better to get inside, rather than stay out here after all. Off the streets and into some place they could defend themselves and lay low for a bit, until they could find another plan of action. With a sigh, Keiko finally replied. "U-uhm, thank you for clearing out those demons." She said to the psychotic man, a bit nervously. "I do think your idea is b-best..." She quietly continued, shuffling a bit uncomfortably on the spot in fake discomfort as she voiced her opinion. "Standing out in the open is obviously bad, is it not? It would be better to head indoors and then think about a further plan of action while we lay low, for a bit." Despite her being a notorious liar and manipulator, she was being truthful in thanking him for clearing a path. She very well knew when thanks was due, even to some pleb like that beast of a human. Though, really she just wanted a place to lay low for a bit to collect her own thoughts, and gauge how much control she could potentially have over this little group of boys. Tai would be easy, probably. The other, was going to be difficult for sure, but the...creature was a complete mystery.</s> <\|message\|>Daisuke Takeda Daisuke nodded at everyone's responses before sighing, his shoulders drooping down in defeat. It didn't seem like cared much for formalities and property, but given the situation it was kind of understandable. Picking up his pole, Daisuke walked over to the nearest storefront; the metal shutters seemed to have bee cracked in multiple places, so Daisuke wedged his weapon into one of them and began to push down. The thin metal that made up the shutter slowly but surely gave way, though it found itself wanting to close soon after. How irritating that was. Carefully using his pole as a support for the shutters, Daisuke began moving some of the nearby debris into the gap, prying it open even further. The pole would probably be necessary to keep the thing open, which meant he was now without a weapon. "Alright, guess we can duck in here for a while." he said, beckoning the others as he attempted to turn on the lights. Sadly, the electricity seemed to be out, which meant that nothing was going on anytime soon. Looking around at the store a bit more, Daisuke soon found that it was an electronics store... Which, to be fair, didn't change much at all. The computer monitors that would normally be on display had found themselves shattered on the floor, and the towers had for the most part been crushed by debris. It was probably dangerous to walk down the display aisles, but on the upside there seemed to be an area for computer accessories that didn't have as much dangerous stuff lying around. "Dang, what a shame. The stuff here actually looks pretty expensive..." he muttered as he wandered deeper into the store. If he was lucky, maybe he could find something useful... Like a solar charger or food. Or maybe another weapon. Any of those would work, really.</s>	<\|message\|>Taidana Wakahisa Tai shivered a little as Rothschild eyeballed him. That creepy man... he was enough to make Tai's skin crawl. Covered in monster's blood, it reminded him of a serial killer. Rothschild talked about his state of living, probably trying to get some sympathy. "I unfortunately don't have a place of residence anymore... Destroyed, the demons... Poor Childs out there all alone, and without his daddy to care for him... aaah... It's horrible, I tell you~! Oh, and don't look at me like that... I'm just a worthless jobless father who's having a bad day... Yes, I have anger issues, but i'm not a bad guy~ I just have my ... days..." He said. Tai didn't care what this dude said, he wouldn't believe it for a second. He was enjoying that bout a little too much. Tai found it boring, he wanted a fight, and zombie's didn't provide a challenge, and would keep attacking until you offed them. Rothschild relished in it though. It wasn't the fight, it was the kill. Tai was surprised how much he could intuit about the man. Normally, he couldn't read people at all. He guessed he just needed the motivation or something. Rothschild calmed a bit, still laughing a little, but now trying to get his hands free of blood, and talking in a more even voice. Didn't mean his voice was less unnerving though. "Everyone else is dying, why does it matter where we go? Break into a random store, and stay inside until we can think about what to do! Poor kids out there, probably doing the same thing, the smart little tyke..." He said. Tai wasn't sure. Maybe those people were still alive, and Tai was sure he wouldn't want his shop busted into. But then, the cute girl also agreed. "I do think your idea is b-best... Standing out in the open is obviously bad, is it not? It would be better to head indoors and then think about a further plan of action while we lay low, for a bit." Yeah, maybe she was right... With a sigh of resignation, the man busted open a store front. An electronics store, judging by all the computers and stuff now broken on the floor. Tai followed his lead and entered. The electricity was cut by the tremors, judging by the lack of lights. The man wandered deeper into the store, but Tai decided to check out the checkout counter. There was a possibility they had some form of tape or something in the drawers behind there. "I'm gonna see if I can find anything to repair my bass with. Can't fight with a broken weapon, right?" He told the others, as he started opening up a drawer and skimming through it.</s>
<\|description\|>Keiko Yamada Age: 16 Gender: Female Personality: At first, Keiko would seem to be a friendly person, if a bit Aloof. She speaks very formally to most people, and is usually quite civil in her tone of voice, even to those she doesn't like - which is usually everyone. She hides her disdain for other people quite well, usually though, unless under extreme pressure or circumstances. Under her calm and friendly, but aloof exterior...to put bluntly is a spoiled little princess who thinks she's better than everyone. She has no time for the 'common' folk, and she always looks after number one - herself. Arrogant and condescending, she really is not someone most people would want to associate with. As such, she has...well, problems making and keeping so called 'friends'. Because of this, she is quite the actress and can easily fool people into thinking she actually cares. In other words, she's quite the manipulative little girl. If given the chance, she would probably always chose herself over someone else - at least not without a lot of persuasion. She believes herself to be the best - and as such, she's not going to let any stupid little 'demon' kill her. While not used to fighting in physical fights, she's definitely not going down without one if she has her say in things. Biography: The daughter of a wealthy businessman, she has had a fairly easy life growing up. That's not to say she had money - her father always restricted the amount she had access too, and did his best not to spoil her. It would have worked, if not for her mother who considered nothing to be too good for her. She let her daughter have everything she wanted. Needless to say, this led to quite a few...clashes between her parents, and eventually they ended up getting divorced when she was 10. By then though, she had already become quite the...crafty little girl. Manipulation, and getting what she wanted while making others take the blame and making herself look completely innocent was...she made being a con artist into an art, and looked good while doing it. She also took an interest in various fields of study - she wanted to be the best at everything she applied herself too, and that included all academics. Strength: - Quite intelligent - can keep her cool in most situations. - quick learner Weakness: - Prideful - not exactly the most trusting person. - once her calm demeanor is broken...weeel, her temper is a force to be reckoned with. - not so physically strong Demons: Currently using: Pixie Reserve: N/A Weapon: Just her purse. Used for slapping things upside the head. Not terribly effective. Other: N/A</s> <\|message\|>Daisuke Takeda Daisuke tensed up as the man shoved his phone in his face, shaking his head no as he moved to go take a seat near an area relatively clear of debris. "I'm just as lost as your are on this. Sorry I'm not of any help." he sighed, pulling out his phone and looking at the Cortensia app. Just as the man had (kind of rudely) shown him, he could access something akin to a list of demons, and through Kobold seemed to be the only thing on there right now the fact remained that what had just happened wasn't just an illusion... To say nothing of the fight he had found himself in and how damaged he was, of course. The fact that the man had seen the skirmish only further drove the point home- this wasn't the same Tokyo that he had been used to all his life. "On that note, though, I didn't really have much of a choice to fight. There was a giant metal sign blocking the way out, and I was boxed in. It was either fight or die..." he sighed, staring at his phone as he flipped through the options. "Given the way you look... You had to deal with something similar?" Standing up as he had regained enough energy, Daisuke took his pole and tested its weight a bit more. It was definitely a bit unwieldy, for sure... "Oh, I'm very sorry. I should introduce myself. I'm Daisuke Takeda, college student at Tokyo U... Though, given the circumstances, that's probably not very important." he said, bowing to the man. "I... I'm honestly not sure what to do now, actually. School's probably closed due to the earthquakes, and all the dead bodies means that the people at the hospitals nearby must be busy as all hell..."</s> <\|message\|>Gentaro Matsunaga (or Matsunaga Gentaro as we're kinda in japan) "Tch, we have no idea of what's going on huh?" Said Gentaro seemingly angry. He had known of chaos and violence before, once in the past he was part of a famous Yakuza group and had tasted and given violence, it was sickening, disgusting, hence why he decided to let others to do the dirty job, for he, to stay out of the scenery was more comfortable. However, this new chaos was inviting him into a disordered and disgusting violence once again. And for that he had to be ready... As soon as the boy introduced himself the man exclaimed "I don't care 'bout your name brat. School? Why do you even think on that now? Listen we'll exchange numbers, I'll rather avoid becoming acquaintance of a kid but you beat one of these things and have the application. Who knows what'll happen now?" After exchanging numbers Gentaro turned his back to him, he had to reach his storehouse, with a gun without ammo he had no chance to survive if one of these creatures showed up again. Before finally leaving he said to Daisuke. "By the way, this is hell, really, I've seen nasty stuff, but this is just carnage. Listen brat, go see your family, I can't guarantee they'll be alive but is better now or never." And then the man left the scene.</s> <\|message\|>Daisuke Takeda Daisuke nodded as he exchanged numbers with the rude man (labeling him as such on his phone) and watched silently as he walked away. He did have a point, though... But at the same time his parents lived in Kyoto. Though he would have liked to see them in person, a phone call would have to suffice for now. Quickly pulling up his father's cell phone number and dialing it, Daisuke bit his lip and hoped he could get a response. ... "The number you have dialed is curr-" Clicking his tongue, Daisuke immediately cut off the call and looked around. The man had already left by now, which meant he was alone in the middle of the carnage... Again. Looking around once more, he noticed another two people sitting around. At a distance, they seemed to be a bit younger than he was, but it didn't hurt to see if they were in the same situation as he was in. Brushing off whatever debris he could off of his clothes, Daisuke began to move towards the two. Maybe they had some more information than he or that other man did.</s> <\|message\|>Taidana Wakahisa Tai smiled as the girl got off of the rock pile she was sitting on and responded to him, respectfully putting her phone back in her pocket. He didn't get to see her face that well when it was buried in her phone, but now that it wasn't he could see she was quite attractive."...that is like, half the population of Japan." She joked. Her voice was nice. It was a polite tone, but still one that carried a small amount of fun. Tai laughed, a little awkwardly, at her comment. Trying to describe his father to her further would end in the same stuff. It was kinda funny how generic his father was. Just another business man, he supposed, but ah well, what could ya do? "But, apologies. I have not seen your father." She said. There was a pause for some reason Tai honestly didn't know, and she looked from side to side. Oh god was he being boring or something? Did she not want to talk to him? Maybe she was looking out for more pokemon or whatever to tame and/or run from? Tai prayed it was the last one. Which reminded him, he needed to see if she had the same demon as him. If they were all as easy to take down as his, than he was sure pretty much everything would be back to normal soon. If some teenager could take down one of 'em, guns would do the trick with ease. "Uhm... I-I would not mind helping you look, Wakahisa. I...well, travelling alone doesn't seem like the best idea right now, does it? I mean...with those things around, right?" She asked/offered to Tai, fidgeting and stuttering and pausing in a surprisingly cute manner. Oh god, she wanted to help him? "H-huh, hm, really? Thaaaaaaanks..." He stuttered, rocking on the balls of his feet as he thought of what to say. "What's your thi-demon, what's you demon like? Mine's, um, he's like a little red guy, with like a ponytail braid thing. And he's really to the point about stuff, and uh... Stuff." He paused, looking around for an out of this obviously awkward and horrendous conversation. Luckily, another person was approaching, and this time it wasn't a cute girl. "Hey look another person let's go talk to them." Tai mumbled, trying to be loud enough for her to hear even though honestly all he wanted right now was to not speak at all and to go somewhere else. Tai walked briskly up to the new guy. He looked a tad bit older, probably a class or two above him in school. "Hi, sir, do you have demons?" Tai asked, before quickly realizing what he said. "I mean do you have them in your phone? Well, like, do you have..." Tai paused as he grabbed his phone to see what the app was called. "Cortensia. Do you have that app on your phone?"</s> <\|message\|>Daisuke Takeda Daisuke was slightly taken aback at the boy's sudden question. He hadn't even introduced himself and the person had already asked him about demons and Cortensia. So they WERE in the same boat after all. "Well, I'd think we all have skeletons in our closet by this point in time." he joked before nodding his head yes. "Yeah, I've got the app-" he began before the ground started rumbling beneath them. "Wha- Another quake? You're kidding, right?" Daisuke asked in disbelief before taking note of all the corpses scattered around their feet. "Wait a second..." Almost as if on cue, portals began to appear from the bodies, bringing forth an assortment of demons like the one he had (and presumably what those two had) fought prior to their meeting. To make matters worse, the corpses themselves began to move, slowly moving what would be impossibly heavy debris off of their crippled bodies and moving to their feet. "Shit... Zombies?" he asked himself before pulling out his phone and pulling up the Cortensia app. Instead of the screen he had seen before, though, a large red "WARNING" sign appeared on his screen, followed soon after by a small message. "Enemies detected. Initializing demon summoning protocol..." A moment later, the Kobold he had bested earlier appeared from a beam that emanated from his cellphone. Since when could it do that? The Kobold stared at Daisuke for a moment before turning to the enemies coming at them. It had a small grin on its face, and though it was unsettling having the demon there now was beter than not. "We're fighting?" it asked, readying its cudgel for combat. "Seems that way."</s>	<\|message\|>Keiko Yamada "H-huh, hm, really? Thaaaaaaanks...What's your thi-demon, what's you demon like? Mine's, um, he's like a little red guy, with like a ponytail braid thing. And he's really to the point about stuff, and uh... Stuff." So he did have one. She ignored his stuttering and his seemingly uncomfortable state. Then it was likely this 'Cortensia' app was installed on more than just one phone, and had aided in the survival of other people too. She didn't know if that was good or bad. Still, it seemed as this Taidana person would be easy enough to...persuade, to do what she wanted. At least, long enough for her to get a bit more info out of them before leaving him for dead with a horde of demons. However, before she got to answer his question, he suddenly turned his attention from her, to another person. "Hey look another person let's go talk to them." How utterly rude. Here she was, a helpless looking girl and he just decided someone else was more important. She supposed though, having a third person here was probably a good idea. She turned her head towards the person in question. He looked to be an older man. He looked old enough to be in college - or at least in his last year of highschool. He was carrying a rather large looking metal pipe too - where he had gotten it she didn't know, but it looked like he at least knew roughly how to use it. Perhaps though, it might be better to keep Taidana away from any outside influences. At least, until she had a good handle on her new...'friend'. "Are you sure that is a good idea? I mean, they might be-" Before she could finish her sentence, however, Taidana had already walked over to the other man. It was no use in pretending like they didn't see him and leave now, so she'd make the best of it. She followed Taidana quietly, giving the man a brief once over as he spoke to the other boy. Taidana really had no idea how to eloquently choose his words, did he? She inwardly sighed, though she outwardly gave the man a friendly smile. Well, that is until another quake started. He was pretty sure that he had said something about having it, but now wasn't the time. Odd portals began opening around the three of them. Demons spilled from them, like some sort of rift in the fabric of reality was connecting them to hell. Not only that, the dead rose and shoved the impossibly heavy debris off of them. Well, perhaps now was a chance she could get some Macca...and some information on if she could possibly tame these demons... A beep from her phone however, got her attention. The Cortensia App activated, displaying a warning - something about demons being detected and activated the summoning app. Well, looks like she was going to have to deal with that pest then, but she didn't seem to have much of a choice. The Pixie was summoned from a beam of light that came from her phone. Another thing the Cortensia app was probably letting the phone do. Seconds later, the Pixie was fully summoned, sporting her same blue dress and wings flapping slowly as she floated. "Aww, I was having a nice nap mistress~" She yawned, but turned around immediately as she saw the zombies and other things around them. "Ooh! Looks like we get to fight, right?" She asked, giving Keiko a more than friendly smile. "L-looks that way." She stuttered. She was certain she could easily handle these enemies by herself, but she had an act to keep up in front of the boys. "Alright! Pixie ready for combat! Lets kick these guys butts!" The pixie struck a little fighting pose, placing herself between Keiko and the demons. "U-uhm, I'm not too good with this whole fighting thing." She quietly said to Taidana and Daisuke, feigning being scared of the demons. "I do not even have a weapon of anything on me. I-it was a miracle I beat that thing in the first place." She was glad the Pixie seemed to not note the change in her personality. If she did, then she didn't say anything. Perhaps she could be useful, after all...</s>
<\|description\|>Keiko Yamada Age: 16 Gender: Female Personality: At first, Keiko would seem to be a friendly person, if a bit Aloof. She speaks very formally to most people, and is usually quite civil in her tone of voice, even to those she doesn't like - which is usually everyone. She hides her disdain for other people quite well, usually though, unless under extreme pressure or circumstances. Under her calm and friendly, but aloof exterior...to put bluntly is a spoiled little princess who thinks she's better than everyone. She has no time for the 'common' folk, and she always looks after number one - herself. Arrogant and condescending, she really is not someone most people would want to associate with. As such, she has...well, problems making and keeping so called 'friends'. Because of this, she is quite the actress and can easily fool people into thinking she actually cares. In other words, she's quite the manipulative little girl. If given the chance, she would probably always chose herself over someone else - at least not without a lot of persuasion. She believes herself to be the best - and as such, she's not going to let any stupid little 'demon' kill her. While not used to fighting in physical fights, she's definitely not going down without one if she has her say in things. Biography: The daughter of a wealthy businessman, she has had a fairly easy life growing up. That's not to say she had money - her father always restricted the amount she had access too, and did his best not to spoil her. It would have worked, if not for her mother who considered nothing to be too good for her. She let her daughter have everything she wanted. Needless to say, this led to quite a few...clashes between her parents, and eventually they ended up getting divorced when she was 10. By then though, she had already become quite the...crafty little girl. Manipulation, and getting what she wanted while making others take the blame and making herself look completely innocent was...she made being a con artist into an art, and looked good while doing it. She also took an interest in various fields of study - she wanted to be the best at everything she applied herself too, and that included all academics. Strength: - Quite intelligent - can keep her cool in most situations. - quick learner Weakness: - Prideful - not exactly the most trusting person. - once her calm demeanor is broken...weeel, her temper is a force to be reckoned with. - not so physically strong Demons: Currently using: Pixie Reserve: N/A Weapon: Just her purse. Used for slapping things upside the head. Not terribly effective. Other: N/A</s> <\|message\|>Daisuke Takeda Akiba Streets Daisuke sighed and massaged his forehead as he watched Oswald let loose, unleashing carnage left and right. That was definitely someone who wasn't right in the head... Not by any moral standards. The man reminded Daisuke more of a crazed beast than an actual human, which, given the situation, was surprisingly fitting. At the moment, though, it seemed he... Or it... Was on their side. "Well, I guess in a world filled with killing a serial killer's probably your best bet. Or something like that." he said, vaulting over a pile of debris with his pole to dropkick a pixie in the face. it felt mean, beating up something small and so humanoid, but it was better than the death that awaited them if they didn't. Looking around at the remaining adversaries, Daisuke noticed another demon reforming from a portal in the ground. That wasn't a good sign; the portals had to be destroyed for the demons to stop barreling down at them. Making his way over to the nearest portal (which just so happened to be a few feet away), Daisuke noticed the portal's origin was a cell phone- probably one of the deceased's, if anything. Smashing his pole into it, the portal quickly dissipated. So the demons were bound to the phones, then? Looking around once more, Daisuke noted that their numbers hadn't really thinned, minus the ones that Oswald and his friend were hacking and slashing at. His hypothesis was probably wrong, then; he could destroy the phones, yes, but the demons had to go by force. Pleasant. Not. "Hey, smash the cells under the portals!" he shouted to the people near him. "It'll stop the number of enemies from growing any larger!" Gentaro's Shop As the door opened wider, an abnormal sight would meet his eyes- about thirty or so demons, white bodied and all with blue hats and incredibly goofy smiles, messing around in his storage room. They seemed to pay Gentaro no mind, instead opting to spend their time messing around in the now fully frozen over room. "Hee-ho! This place is pretty interesting, isn't it, ho?" one of the demons asked another, who seemed to be examining an assault rifle in its hands. "Hee-hee! I'd say so! And all of these toys are pretty interesting too!" it responded, shaking the gun around before putting it back in its former position. "Ho, but I really wish that the King was here. He'd definitely know what to do now, ho!"</s> <\|message\|>Taidana Wakahisa Tai frowned a little as the man displayed some harsh truths. "You know, even if you can't fight now, you'll have to eventually. Relying on us is fine for now, but don't become dead weight in the future, alright?" he said. Tai had to reluctantly agree. Eventually something would happen that would force her to fight, he was sure. That was just how things worked, especially now that the world seemed to have become some weird pokemon cellphone simulator. "Well, what are you waiting for? I can only do so much on my own!" the man said. Oh, yeah, he wasn't really doing the fighting he said he was going to. All he had done currently was defend the girl against a human, not even one of the demons. With a huff, he began whacking at zombies, not really paying attention to the crazy man who was laughing, condescending, and destroying foes with them. Tai honestly didn't care what he said if he was helping them, but as soon as he turned on them, that creepy douche was getting a bass to the face. He did catch the creepy dude's name though, Rothschild. Something foreign. Huh. An odd cackle, not one made by any of his current teammates, distracted him. Another demon, controlled by Roths if the way he was commanding and screaming at it was any indication. He even gave the murderous beast a cute name, Jack. Yeah, he should probably give Obariyon a name too... His distraction provided hazardous, as a zombie girl had sneaked up on him and scratched at him, leaving a wound not very deep, but still a little painful. "Agh, shit!" Tai yelped, before whacking it upside then head, generating a guitar strum and a sickening crack. "Ooh. That musta hurt. Now I feel bad." Tai said, giving the corpse a quick mournful glance and a frown before continuing to hit stuff. The exact same amount of stuff as before, actually. Tai sighed. This was getting nowhere! It seemed that they hadn't made much of a dent in the enemy forces. He huffed again before looking over at Obariyon. "Hey, dude, let's pick it up! If you help me win, I'll give you a cool name, okay?" Tai bartered. Obariyon shrugged before beginning to attack the enemy with his master. With a quick leap, Obariyon got himself around what Tai's phone identified as a 'kobold' and restrained it with his suction cupped hands It was another one of those demons that the man had, the only difference being the kobold was attacking them, instead of other demons. Tai took this opportunity to murderize it with his guitar. A few bludgeoning blows, and the demon zapped out of existence. His phone notified him that he had gotten some 'macca'. "Huh? Macca? I thought enemies were supposed to explode into coins..." But his videogame related tangent was cut short by the man recommending them a strategy. "Hey, smash the cells under the portals! It'll stop the number of enemies from growing any larger!" He said. Oh, so they were respawning. Tai was confused as to how little progress he had made, but it made a little more sense now. "You heard 'im, Obariyon! Let's get those cellphones!" Tai yelled. Obariyon just sighed at his master's enthusiasm and followed him into battle as they carved there way through to another cellphone to break.</s>	<\|message\|>Keiko Yamada "You know, even if you can't fight now, you'll have to eventually. Relying on us is fine for now, but don't become dead weight in the future, alright?" Tsk. He was going to be a problem, wasn't he? Well, she would think on that later she had other rather, pressing concerns right now. Like trying to not become zombie food. But how exactly should she fight? She wasn't totally lying about the whole fighting thing. She didn't know the first thing when it came to self defense! Maybe if she had a gun or something, she could do a bit of damage. She may have never used one before, but she did know how they worked at least. "Well, what are you waiting for? I can only do so much on my own!" Ugh. This boy was getting more annoying by the second. So impatient. At least he seemed to know how to handle himself in a fight. It might be better to stick with him for a bit, even if she didn't like him so much. She tried to drown out the annoying cackling of the deranged psycho as she turned to face their current enemies. The Pixie was eagerly awaiting her command, so it seemed, flitting about watching the others doing their fair share of the work and apparently waiting for her to give her the 'kick their ass' sign. With a huff, and seeing little choice she gave the annoying fairy just that. "Alright, U-uhm, Attack, I guess?" She said, to which the Pixie confidently replied. "Alright! Fight time! Come and get some you hobos!" Really, the Pixie's attempt to be threatening were only comical at best. Her somewhat child-like voice and the fact that her threat consisted of the word 'hobo' meant she really had no idea how to properly threaten someone, did she? Not that it mattered. With a confident grin, the Pixie engaged the closest Demon next to her. The Pixie was surprisingly good at what it was doing. Not as strong as the - Kobold, was it? - but she definitely knew how to use her speed to an advantage here. With a few short bursts of attacks, the creature had been solidly defeated without much trouble and had dropped Macca. So killing demons was how one received 'macca'. It wasn't much, but it was a start at least. "Hey, smash the cells under the portals! It'll stop the number of enemies from growing any larger!" The voice momentarily distracted her. The phones? They were coming out of the phones? That had a few disturbing notions she wasn't going to contemplate at the moment. She would think about that after dealing with the current enemies. Unfortunately, it had seemed another Kobold had manage to sneak up on her while the Pixie had finished off another one. Before she could even say anything, the creature attacked. She noticed it just in time to dodge a what she assumed would have been a very painful blow to her head, instead the creatures club like weapon slammed straight down onto her shoulder. She gave a yelp of pain as the blow connected, momentarily stunning her as her legs crumpled. Thankfully, the Pixie was nearby enough to engage the Kobold, finishing it rather easily with a solid kick to the head. "Oooh, you're hurt. Hold on a second." Without another word, the Pixie approached her, placing her hands on her shoulder. A few seconds later, a soft glow emanated from her hands, healing whatever wound she received from the Kobold. Huh...that was a surprisingly useful ability. "Hmph. If you expect me to thank you, you're wrong. You shouldn't have let it happen in the first place." She whispered with a frown, as the little Pixie healed her. "Well Gee, maybe next time I'll let him kill you." The Pixie jokingly replied, finishing up the healing surprisingly fast. Perhaps the blow hadn't been as hard as it felt...still, with her rather weak physical abilities taking too much punishment was a bad idea. "Don't forget pest, it's me you're supposed to protect. Understand?" She gave the Pixie a brief glare as she rolled her shoulder - making sure everything was fine and that the pest didn't screw anything up. "Aye boss! Won't save the cute boys!" The pixie excitedly, but quietly replied. Well, it seemed the Pixie knew to keep quiet when talking at least. With a sigh, she stood back up, and replied to the other boy. "Alright! I'll see if I can get one!" She turned to the Pixie again. "Alright, you, uh, you heard him. See if you can get to one of those phones, alright?" With a giggle, and a nod, the Pixie started killing some demons and zombies once again, going for a third cellphone that was fairly close to the two of them.</s>
<\|description\|>Oswald Rothschild Age: 28 Gender: Male Appearance: Standing at a height of 6 feet 4 inches, Oswald is a tall caucasian skinned male with bruises and cuts scaring his face, along with dark patches beneath his eyes. He supports back length long greasy auburn hair, emerald green eyes and a forked tongue, purposely cut by his own hands. His nails are lengthy and sharp, and submerged in dirt and grime. His outfit consists of a dirty and worn dark red snakeskin jacket that is ripped and torn along the back and sides by small nails, a black tanktop along with a pink childlike scarf around his neck. Supporting dark black jeans and a set of high rock punk boots. He also wears a few bracelets around his wrists along with a fake watch. Personality: Creepy, selfish and self-righteous, Oswald is a man you shouldn't trust to stay beside. Having a selfish and impulsive nature, Oswald only seeks to prolong his own existence to meet his own goals, and whatever those may be are a mystery. He can be fairly childish, arrogant and demanding, and heavily resorts to threatening his opponent violently to get what he wants, though at times when he's less mad, Oswald speaks slowly, slyly and with a hint of perverse joy, his gaze offsetting even for a second, he likes to think of himself as a father to the people around him, though this is simply disturbing to those who are in his vicinity. What goes on inside his head is anyones guess, but it most likely isn't pleasant. Biography: As given by his name, Oswald is not japanese, originally living in Germany as a child, Oswald would find himself being the center of negative attention and both work and home where he would be continuously bullied and injured by both classmate and family, The trauma induced made Oswald fairly eccentric to say the least, his attitude becoming selfish and arrogant to mask his pessimism and self loathing. As a teenager, Oswald was a problem child, and engaged in self harming himself and harming others with ill intent, both making him a potential criminal later in life and a timebomb that could lash out at any given time. Administered drugs and beaten some more, Oswald by the time of his 19th had did his best to learn in school despite all the chaos engaged in his home life, and was actually able to gain his university degree in chemistry at 23 years of age. Soon after however, Oswald would find himself being engaged and related to a murder investigation, which just happened to be true. Oswald, after years of suffering mental abuse, and still living with his parents, the man, after gaining his qualifications was a factor that led to the death of his parents, whether by his hand was another story. Oswald, not wishing to be caught by the cops for the investigation fled to Japan as an immigrant, and despite only 5 years, grasped the japanese language surprisingly fast, though speaks somewhat with some difficulty, this only shows his vast knowledge and intelligence. What Oswald has done between then and now is a mystery. The disturbed individual would live in any crevice he could find, scavenging off locals for food and water, even resorting to stealing and other nefarious methods to survive. Oswald was wandering inside of a persons home, stealing wasnt a crime to him to survive, and just as the demons poured in, it was better than the chaos of the streets. Oswald noticed a computer, logged on and blaring a peculiar message. No, Oswald spoke, his time hadn't come yet, there was so much he wanted to do before his blood could be spilled. He hit the answer he sought and smiled, staring out into the streets that which filled with blood, anarchy and a miasma of depression, asphyxiating all in its grasp. "It's beautiful..." Strength (Not necessarily strength/durability/knowledge/etc;): highly durable and is able to take a heavy amount of punishment the closer he is to death, the more powerful his attacks due to his love for masochism. * quick and fast with his lightweight weapons, making him an average damage dealer physically * is incredibly intimidating and can forcibly make demons submit based entirely on his crude and disturbing demeanour. Weakness: * Inability to follow orders makes him act out of his own volition, potentially putting allies at risk * masochistic personality forces him to take hits regularly out of enjoyment despite how serious the wounds may be, threatening his own life. * His savage brutalness is a cause of concern as he may lash out on allies, threatening his own security. Demons: 1: Jack the ripper Weapon (if applicable): Several knives are kept inside a case made for glasses, he supports three durable sharp blades that are quick to use and deadly on human foes. Other: n/a</s> <\|message\|>Keiko Yamada ~Keiko Yamada~ Well, it seemed that statement had the desired effect on the Taidana boy. He was eager to fight, and for her no less. Boys were such simpletons. She stayed back, letting Taidana and the new person take the front lines. She'd support them from behind with that pest of a Pixie. She was pretty sure she read something in the Cortensia app about her being able to heal people and use some sort of 'magic' attack. Whatever that even was...she would like to say magic didn't exist, but with everything else going on, she wasn't going to refute whatever that app said. She took the moment too look at their demons. The new person seemed to have some sort of...dog thing. It looked strong, and a bit on the ferocious side. She was glad she didn't have such a...unique, looking demon. Then again, a brute would be easier to manipulate and control. Taidana's looked to be some sort of red...Imp thing. These two looked more closely to how she imagined Demons would look. Not the pest pixie. The other two seemed to be fairly...intelligent as well, just like the Pixie. Well, they could talk anyways. She was about to join the other two in this 'fight', when someone...or something came out of a nearby alleyway. The person was covered in quite a bit of blood. The stench of death seemed to hang onto the person with an unnatural duration. She had no idea who this man was, but he was...certainly not someone she would ever find herself associating with under normal circumstances. However, normal flew out the door when she was almost made into a red splat on the pavement. Perhaps this man could be a useful....tool, should she need it. However, now wasn't the time to try and be friendly to...it. She had an act to keep up around these two. The man then, asked a question. Something about his son. She almost laughed at the idea of some woman having a child with this...man, if she could call it that. If she didn't have better self control, she would have. She took a step back from the blood-soaked man, hand covering her mouth as she visibly flinched at his mere presence. She was glad that Taidana had gotten in front of him, if only because it meant that her plans were going right so far. "N-no. We haven't seen y-your son." She echoed Tai with a stutter. She took another step back, her free hand tightening around her purse strap, seemingly ready to defend herself with it if she had too.</s> <\|message\|>Daisuke Takeda Daisuke glanced at the bloody man for a moment before turning his head back towards the enemies in front of him. A frown formed on his face, mostly from the man (if he could even be called one) and his appearance and demeanor. But the girl's reluctance to fight... Though it was understandable, her excuse was flimsy at best. Their entire world was thrown out the window and she was faced with supernatural beings, the living dead, and a possibly homicidal maniac... But still insisted on not fighting? "You know, even if you can't fight now, you'll have to eventually. Relying on us is fine for now, but don't become dead weight in the future, alright?" Though they were harsh words, they did truly come from the bottom of his heart. He had always strived to not be useless and weak and worthless, and so he abhorred anyone willing to sit back and let others work for them. Parasitic relationships like that doomed everything, which he would much prefer to avoid. But his own philosophical tangents could wait; survival was priority. Rather than plunge headfirst into enemy lines, Daisuke open to wait for the enemies to come to them. It conserved what little energy he had left, which would probably make all the difference in the end. Watching as the Kobold smashed the skull of a zombie in, Daisuke shuddered. It was still a human mere moments before, so seeing it so quickly destroyed was still unsettling. As he turned away from the Kobold, though, he found himself facing a small, ghostlike creature that the app identified as a Poltergeist. If it was a ghost, wouldn't it be incorporeal...? Daisuke soon found out that wasn't the case though, which was quite convenient. After smacking the demon around once or twice, it dissipated into the same light that it materialized from. Daisuke's phone immediately had a strange symbol- some h with a strike through it- flash and report he had made 10 macca. What? "Well, what are you waiting for?" he asked, swinging his pole down on another demon. "I can only do so much on my own!"</s>	<\|message\|>Oswald Rothschild A thin smile crept onto Oswald's bloody face, listening and feeling the tension they bore over him gave him a tingle of delight. The feel of dread, danger and fear fed him more than food could ever do. And as the three humans stared and spoke, with each word of warning and angry they showed him, he thought to himself. "No, we haven't." Spoke Tai, as he stood in front of Keiko and defensively held up a pitiful excuse for a weapon in front of her and bludgeoned a zombie dead with ease, like he was some sort of brilliant hero from a story couldn't help but makes Oswald smile more. (What a pitiful excuse for a man), he thought to himself, as he stood without even flinching at his stance, his eyes like daggers piercing into each of their souls with but a mere look, as the zombies slowly approached from behind him. "N-no. We haven't seen y-your son." (Her voice was different...) He thought to himself. (No no, dear, stop lying, I know fear when I smell it, and yours is about as fake as each and every woman I've met... I'l be keeping a close eye on your, little one, trust in that... ) Oswalds gaze then turned toward Daisuke and shrugged uninterested, He wasn't interested in what he thought about him. "Well, what are you waiting for?" he asked, swinging his pole down on another demon. "I can only do so much on my own!" By the time he spoke, Oswald erupted into a laughing fit, clutching his stomach as he bellowed loudly with a laugh not of insanity, but of happiness, as if he heard the best joke in the world and was laughing among family, before deciding to speak with his low and disturbing voice. "Ahaha! Aaaah... I know you can't handle all this by your little selves, poor dears... But there's no need to weep, children... It's a good thing I found you so... closely knit together, hmm~? I just happen to be strong enough to destroy plenty of these weaklings... Try not to get devoured... Too often~" His last words were heavily emphasized as he held his head back and slowly breathed in the stench of blood around him, two zombies closing in on his position, almost as if he didn't know they were coming, but of course, their stench was eye watering putrid, and it was a stench he was quite familiar with, and by twisting around 180 degrees, the mans bloody knives embedded themselves into two of the zombies' foreheads, sending a gush of blood straight over him, drenching him in more blood. "The name is Oswald Rothschild, little children... Stay with me... You might be lost to all this murderous carnage without holding my hand with your innocent own... You don't deserve eternal slumber from such beasts... Jack the ripper suddenly leaped down beside him and cackled with a maddening sneer, as Oswald approached the zombie horde beside his demon, giggling all the while. "SLAUGHTER THEM, JACK! TETANUS CUT!" As Oswald screamed this with a voice of sickening pleasure, Jack the ripper zipped forward and launched down upon a zombie, it's razor like blade powerfully sunk into its flesh and ripping it open from balls to hair, slicing it in half and dispersing a sickening odor around the corpse in the form of a green like gas, which infected a few poltergeists around the horde, and weakening them for the others to attack, as Oswald ran head first and proceeded to swing madly at his foes. "BLEED! BLEED! BLEED!"</s>
<\|description\|>Morgan Duchesne Appearance: Morgan is a thin, petite Caucasian woman with refined features. She has a fair complexion and dark hair that she keeps in a short pixie cut. Her most notable feature are her vivid green eyes. When working, Morgan carefully hides her identity. She wears dark clothing and a baggy charcoal-gray sweatshirt, with the hood consistently up. A long blond wig hides her hair, while an antique M40 gas mask with tinted lenses keeps her face out of view. Alias: Damselfly Age: 31 Gender: Female Personality: Outwardly, Morgan Duchesne is a serious-minded New York career woman, with an ill-defined office job, fashionable Central Park West apartment, and membership in a biweekly wine club- no one exciting, really. However, her boring and stuffy image is carefully cultivated. She is a greedy and calculating woman, coldly figuring out how best to use the people around her. While she is not without empathy or scruples, and has been known to form genuine relationships, her foremost concern is advancing her own position. Weakness: Her ability to fly is enabled by the fact that her skeleton is lighter and less dense than the average human. Accordingly, she is highly susceptible to blunt trauma and breaking bones and is generally more on the fragile side. Powers: Morgan possesses two primary abilities. One, she has four separate wings (clear and veined, like the insect she has named herself after) that she is able to retract into her back. These beat rapidly, affording her great maneuverability in the air and even the ability to hover. She has a top flight speed of around 230 MPH. Secondly, she has the ability to consciously give off certain pheromones that essentially force the brain not to acknowledge her presence. If these are activated, she can be in the room with someone and they will not see or hear her or any signs of her presence. Prolonged exposure can even cause people to forget her existence. However, cameras or other electronic surveillance detects her with no difficulty, and there is a certain threshold of activity which breaks her "invisibility". Abilities: Her time as a burglar has given Morgan a set of skills associated with breaking and entering. She is a talented picklock and safecracker, and has enough familiarity with burglar alarms to be able to deactivate or otherwise circumvent them. Additionally, she has a number of criminal contacts (particularly fences) in the New York City area. Gear: Morgan travels light. When on the job, she typically only carries a few items: a small toolkit, a roll of lockpicks, a small but powerful flashlight, a telescoping baton, and a small caliber pistol for extreme emergencies. History: Morgan Duchesne was born in Middletown, Ohio, part of a large family with numerous other children. All of the Duchesne children were well taken care of, except Morgan. Concerned teachers at school noted that when the girl showed up to school at all (although Morgan claimed to attend every day), she seemed underfed and dirty. Social services were called, and the baffled elder Duchesnes seemed to be unaware they even had a daughter named Morgan living in their house. Their custody of Morgan was revoked, and the young girl was sent to live with a series of foster families all over the state- all of whom seemed to get slapped with neglect charges. By the time she was sixteen, Morgan had lived with nine separate families in different parts of Ohio, never forming any real bonds with any of them. Gradually, Morgan became aware of her ability to be unseen and forgotten, and through self-discipline taught herself to control it, to be able to turn it off and on. She would often use it to pocket small items in stores, walking in and out uncontested. As she became more interested in the other sex, occasionally she would use the ability to sneak peeks as well. As puberty hit her, Morgan's wings eventually grew from her back as well. Learning to fly was an exhilarating, freeing experience. By the time she was eighteen, the system more or less had given up on her, leaving her alone. In order to support herself, she began to steal, relying heavily on her abilities. As her talents grew and she gained more understanding of her powers, her heists became more and more sophisticated. Eventually she settled on a workable and simple MO: she would fly to the balcony or window of a luxury high-rise, either an apartment or hotel. Letting herself in, she would then help herself to cash and valuables, using her ability to be unseen to waltz directly past the occupants. This worked nicely for a while, netting her a respectable fortune. However, Cleveland, Columbus, and Cincinnati only had so much to offer. She needed to go where wealth was associated with how high up you lived, and the New York area fit the bill. To most, Morgan is only a young and well-to-do career woman, believed in her upper-class social circles to be a lawyer or doctor, something of the sort. However, she only makes these society friends to gain information on which penthouses are worth breaking into and enforce her cover. Hobbies: Morgan has come to appreciate some of the finer things in life. She enjoys fine wine (often stealing bottles for her own consumption) and art. However, she also enjoys less refined pursuits- an amateur guitarist, she'll relax by playing along to Boston or Steely Dan and she occasionally thinks about joining a classic rock cover band. Other: United.</s> <\|message\|>Edgar Allen Crow Edgar didn't know he was out of his house and at a carnival, what was the point? He would never feel happy or feel the warmth of people's happiness. Maybe he was just being desperate to try and find some sense of normality in his life. Whatever shred of happiness he would make the Coat of Madness would take it away. "I never understood why you humans congregate for such joyous events, it's revolting to me. Maybe a little chaos would make this torture more bearable" his coat spoke to him and Edgar got horrible visions what the coat would do to the carnival if wasn't tethered to him.. "Shut up! We're not killing people" he replied with a growl and his anxiety was going up, what if the coat tried to make him create a riot and kill people? It could cause a lot of destruction. He was contemplating whether he should leave the carnival or not when the deadly gang known as the Raiders attacked the place and Edgar felt fear rush over him, he was afraid of what he might do to the gang. But when the gang started hurting people, Edgar knew he couldn't do nothing. "I need you, give me some of your power" he said to his coat and he heard it give a laugh in his head. "Finally I will have some victims to drive insane and slaughter, let's get to it" it said in a menacing voice and Edgar went into action. He held out his right hand and a blast of pure energy shot out of it. It flew straight towards the group of gang members and caused a loud explosion. Edgar then drew deeper into the dark powers of the Coat of Madness and created a large spectral demon of horrifying appearance. the creation was not solid and was merely illusion, but it looked extremely real and was making loud roars.</s> <\|message\|>Morgan Duchesne As the fight raged around her, Morgan continued to intently study the terminal on the massive tank, even as time continued to count down. It had to be fairly simple, right? If Raiders (not known for being Ivy League graduates) were expected to use something like this in the heat of battle, it would have to be. The interface wasn't terribly intuitive, though. Old-fashioned and clunky, it was clearly cobbled together from some outdated tech. 80s stuff, really. It took her a few moments of fiddling to reach what she wanted. SUSPEND TIMER? YES/ NO "Hell yes I want to suspend the timer," Morgan said triumphantly, unheard and unnoticed amid the general chaos. She punched at a few more keys. ACCESS DENIED "Damn." FINGERPRINT AUTHORIZATION REQUIRED "Damn!" Maybe this would be a good time to just cut her losses and fly out of here. Morgan wasn't motivated by altruism or heroism, really, just more a feeling that someone had to do something. She was tempted to just extend her wings, even beginning to flex the muscles required to extend them from her back. But then serendipity reared its head. The horrific, towering demon abruptly appeared in the midst of the crowd, making an unusual day even stranger. Long story short, the end result was one of the Raiders backpedaling in abject terror, firing clearly ineffective rifle rounds at the abomination. Right towards Morgan. "You just might do," she mused, reaching into her purse and closing her hand on the familiar weight of the telescoping baton. Sure, it was a bit of an old-fashioned weapon, but it did the trick nicely. She knew that physically attacking someone was too obvious even for her natural camouflage to disguise, so she had to make this decisive. With a practiced flick of the wrist, she deployed the baton, and then went to work. Two quick strikes- wrist and elbow, forcing the man to drop his weapon. A third to the temple, just behind his gas mask, and a fourth again just to be sure. The Raider went limp, crumbling like empty clothing. Morgan knew that now she was visible and had to act quickly. She quickly tore the mask from the man, fitted it over her own face- both to protect her identity and for protection should the gas be released despite her efforts. Then she grabbed the man's limp hand and pressed a thumb up against the terminal, hoping he would have sufficient access to curb this madness.</s> <\|message\|>Jennifer Blue (+ Mack) Collab between datadogie's Sif/Mack and CLIW's Kat In all of the chaos (bullets had passed through Katrina's consciousness at least twice now), the woman noticed that one of the cars parked to hole everyone up in the carnival was unguarded. She had a quick peek inside and felt a small spark of surprise: the key was in the ignition. She glanced outside. A group of Raiders were moving toward the stage, where people were working to disarm the gas canister and get answers out of the Raiders' leader. They'd be outnumbered if no one did anything about them. Her physical body opened its eyes as her consciousness reunited with it. She strained to look outside the tent and make sure the way was clear as it more or less had been during the projection, took a deep breath and started to move toward the empty car. Jennifer bit her lip as she got onto the stage. The area was chaos, and she had to focus to not panic at all of the gunfire. Swerving through the crowds had spent a bit of time, and by the time she was approaching the tank there were others already on the stage. Captain and someone else were interrogating the man, and a woman with a gas mask was attempting to get a fingerprint of a Raider onto the terminal of the tank. "That's not going to work," Mack says into Jennifer's ears, as the latter jogs quickly to the tank. Jennifer repeats what Mack says. "That's not going to work," Jennifer pants, sliding onto her knees, her tablet sliding out of her pocket. Her eyes widen, and she quickly turns around, grabbing her tablet off the ground, cradling it in her hands. "You've got to get a harness for that thing," Mack says, as Jennifer lets out a breath. Not taking a glance at the gas-mask woman, Jennifer speaks to her. "It's a regular Raider. He won't have sufficient permissions to edit the parameters of a device that is programmed to respond to a higher official." She taps one of the top corners of the tablet against the terminal, which connects the two wirelessly and electronically. "I'm not sure I could turn it off, there are too many options, but I may be able to change the parameters to allow those of a lower ranking standard to change the options of the device." Jennifer taps on her tablet, and then a few times on the terminal, and then she continues to fiddle with her tablet, Mack helping her along the way. The door was unlocked, which was a huge relief. Ducking below a spray of hot lead, Katrina climbed into the driver's seat. "I'm going to lose my license," she whispered to herself, and turned the key. Someone shouted at her to stop, but of course she ignored it. She started to drive, got the car pointed toward the group of Raiders running toward and shooting at the stage, who apparently hadn't noticed Katrina. It was time to take care of business. She stepped on the gas. Her aim had been true. The sound of bones shattering and crunching under tires made her nauseous, and before she could do anything--it was all so fast--she had driven straight into the stage. She rocked with the impact and undid her seatbelt, panting. Shakily, she opened the car door; this took a bit of elbow grease because of the damage done to the front of the car. She stepped out of the vehicle and put her hand on the handle of her knife, which she planned to use in case any of the bastards had survived the impact. The sound of a crash made Jennifer jump just as she was going to finish. She looks around, and sees that a car had driven straight through a crowd of Raiders, a stray few remaining from where the car had assaulted them. Jennifer blinks as the driver exits the car, and exhales as the person looks - from her angle - unharmed. Though, it takes Mack saying, "Hurry up, that thing is still timed!" for her to turn and press the last few buttons on her tablet. "There. It's set to change the settings at his fingerprint," Jennifer says, beckoning to the man's finger.</s>	<\|message\|>Morgan Duchesne Morgan nearly jumped out of her skin when the other woman ran over with a tablet. Her wings almost came out involuntarily, but she caught herself just in time. It'd be a shame to shred her top, at any rate. She relaxed, though, when the other woman began working to help her. "Relaxed" was a relative term, considering the two of them were trying to disarm a deadly chemical weapon together, but you have to take what you can get in this situations. Morgan took a moment to glance over the melee. The Raiders seemed to be getting the worst of it, by far- here a car mowed down a group of them, there more were cut down by heavy bullets. And all the while the countdown ticked on unabated. After what seemed like an eternity, punctuated by gunshots and the cries of wounded, the newcomer announced she had reconfigured the timer to accept the captive's fingerprint. Unwilling to speak and knowing the mask would muffle her voice, Morgan flashed a thumbs up with one slender hand, then grunted as he strained to lift the dead weight of the limp man's hand to the terminal. She pressed his thumb against the screen, heart in her throat as she waited to see what effect it might have. COUNTDOWN SUSPENDED She wanted to jump for joy and scream, but instead settled for a satisfied nod. The danger was far from passed, though. Someone could easily detonate the weapon remotely, or even a few stray rounds might puncture the seal. With that in mind, she took up her baton once more, crouched down and looking for a more permanent solution to the problem.</s>
<\|description\|>Jennifer Blue (+ Mack) Alias: Sif Age: 17 Gender: Female Personality: "I think I'm cheerful. Enough." "I think you can often be annoying." "Speak for yourself, Mack." Jennifer is often quite cheerful, and is happy enough when she is doing something. However, when she is bored, she can get frustrated easier than usual, though this mood recedes as she discovers something needing to be done, or if Mack distracts her from her thoughts of boredom. When she does work, she does it with caution, making sure that all her tracks are covered so she cannot be traced. Weakness: "Just like frying eggs. You fry an egg too much, it's gone, or doesn't taste good. You fry circuits, they're unusable or unstable." The biggest weakness of all to Jennifer is an EMP. Her tablet is made to be EMP-proof, however with nothing to hack into, she is almost useless. "They're like mice. They get in, and they wreck. Antivirus software is like a mousetrap. It leads them in, and then pow. Though that can take time." Another weakness is a computer virus. If one gets into her tablet, she'd have to get rid of it as quickly as possible. "Get away from it, or I'll blow your damn head off!" Jennifer can get very angry and aggressive if her tablet is taken from her. It is essentially her life, with everything she needs on it. Plus, it costed a lot of time to forge it to perfection. Powers(Supernatural): "Magic? I don't believe in fairy stories. Tech is all it's about these days." Jennifer has no supernatural abilities. Abilities(Natural): "Nothing can keep me out." Jennifer, with time, is able to hack into almost anything. This can be a hovercraft, a terminal, or even an entire network. Not only is she able to obtain information this way, but she is also able to rig hacked technology to do things. She can make a phone's battery overload so it essentially turns into a very short range EMP, or she can just make it electrocute the user. She can make a computer's speakers generate a high-frequency burst of sound in order to break glass, or even make the computer's power supply short circuit and cut the power of the building it is in. As well as this, she is an effective analyst, able to analyse a situation and work out what is going on. "Unfortunately, however, I have to bear with him." In her head, Jennifer has an AI implant. The AI is called Mack, and he can help her out with almost anything. Unfortunately, he can often annoy her, mostly unintentionally. Gear: "Just basic kit. Hey, don't touch the tablet!" Jennifer always carries her tablet on herself, as well as an earpiece with a microphone, speaker on the inside, and speaker on the outside, so Mack can communicate with people externally. History: "My past was boring. Thank god it has… Passed." Born into a rich family who ran one of the biggest computer technical support and manufacturing companies in the world, Jennifer quickly developed a keen love for computers and electronics. Almost immediately after birth, she was implanted with a computer program that her parents had been working on ever since they knew they were going to have a baby. That program was Mack. As she grew up, Mack supported Jennifer in all sorts of different ways. He would tell Jennifer to look left and right before crossing the road, help her with problems such as algebra, and later on, remind her of corporate meetings that she had to attend for her parents. Only Jennifer and her parents knew about him, as the development of an AI was to be closely guarded. Weeks after she turned seventeen, and had quit school, her parents were murdered by hitmen of a rival company, and she was left to run it. She wasn't able to, and in the end, shareholders and directors began taking over, selling everything, and she was kicked out of the chair. She was left to wander the streets with her remaining funds in her bank account, and have fun. So, she began to hack into things and have fun with her life, using what she learned from the company to help her. Hobbies: "Hey, all I wanted to know was who you'd been texting!" Jennifer likes to hack into things in her spare time, for example, small industry networks or into other people's things, such as their phones. She also likes to listen to music, and sometimes even talk to people. Other: "Hey, it may seem like I hate Mack, but I really like him. He's done so much for me. I mean, we're permanently united."</s> <\|message\|>Edgar Allen Crow Edgar didn't know he was out of his house and at a carnival, what was the point? He would never feel happy or feel the warmth of people's happiness. Maybe he was just being desperate to try and find some sense of normality in his life. Whatever shred of happiness he would make the Coat of Madness would take it away. "I never understood why you humans congregate for such joyous events, it's revolting to me. Maybe a little chaos would make this torture more bearable" his coat spoke to him and Edgar got horrible visions what the coat would do to the carnival if wasn't tethered to him.. "Shut up! We're not killing people" he replied with a growl and his anxiety was going up, what if the coat tried to make him create a riot and kill people? It could cause a lot of destruction. He was contemplating whether he should leave the carnival or not when the deadly gang known as the Raiders attacked the place and Edgar felt fear rush over him, he was afraid of what he might do to the gang. But when the gang started hurting people, Edgar knew he couldn't do nothing. "I need you, give me some of your power" he said to his coat and he heard it give a laugh in his head. "Finally I will have some victims to drive insane and slaughter, let's get to it" it said in a menacing voice and Edgar went into action. He held out his right hand and a blast of pure energy shot out of it. It flew straight towards the group of gang members and caused a loud explosion. Edgar then drew deeper into the dark powers of the Coat of Madness and created a large spectral demon of horrifying appearance. the creation was not solid and was merely illusion, but it looked extremely real and was making loud roars.</s> <\|message\|>Morgan Duchesne As the fight raged around her, Morgan continued to intently study the terminal on the massive tank, even as time continued to count down. It had to be fairly simple, right? If Raiders (not known for being Ivy League graduates) were expected to use something like this in the heat of battle, it would have to be. The interface wasn't terribly intuitive, though. Old-fashioned and clunky, it was clearly cobbled together from some outdated tech. 80s stuff, really. It took her a few moments of fiddling to reach what she wanted. SUSPEND TIMER? YES/ NO "Hell yes I want to suspend the timer," Morgan said triumphantly, unheard and unnoticed amid the general chaos. She punched at a few more keys. ACCESS DENIED "Damn." FINGERPRINT AUTHORIZATION REQUIRED "Damn!" Maybe this would be a good time to just cut her losses and fly out of here. Morgan wasn't motivated by altruism or heroism, really, just more a feeling that someone had to do something. She was tempted to just extend her wings, even beginning to flex the muscles required to extend them from her back. But then serendipity reared its head. The horrific, towering demon abruptly appeared in the midst of the crowd, making an unusual day even stranger. Long story short, the end result was one of the Raiders backpedaling in abject terror, firing clearly ineffective rifle rounds at the abomination. Right towards Morgan. "You just might do," she mused, reaching into her purse and closing her hand on the familiar weight of the telescoping baton. Sure, it was a bit of an old-fashioned weapon, but it did the trick nicely. She knew that physically attacking someone was too obvious even for her natural camouflage to disguise, so she had to make this decisive. With a practiced flick of the wrist, she deployed the baton, and then went to work. Two quick strikes- wrist and elbow, forcing the man to drop his weapon. A third to the temple, just behind his gas mask, and a fourth again just to be sure. The Raider went limp, crumbling like empty clothing. Morgan knew that now she was visible and had to act quickly. She quickly tore the mask from the man, fitted it over her own face- both to protect her identity and for protection should the gas be released despite her efforts. Then she grabbed the man's limp hand and pressed a thumb up against the terminal, hoping he would have sufficient access to curb this madness.</s>	<\|message\|>Jennifer Blue (+ Mack) Collab between datadogie's Sif/Mack and CLIW's Kat In all of the chaos (bullets had passed through Katrina's consciousness at least twice now), the woman noticed that one of the cars parked to hole everyone up in the carnival was unguarded. She had a quick peek inside and felt a small spark of surprise: the key was in the ignition. She glanced outside. A group of Raiders were moving toward the stage, where people were working to disarm the gas canister and get answers out of the Raiders' leader. They'd be outnumbered if no one did anything about them. Her physical body opened its eyes as her consciousness reunited with it. She strained to look outside the tent and make sure the way was clear as it more or less had been during the projection, took a deep breath and started to move toward the empty car. Jennifer bit her lip as she got onto the stage. The area was chaos, and she had to focus to not panic at all of the gunfire. Swerving through the crowds had spent a bit of time, and by the time she was approaching the tank there were others already on the stage. Captain and someone else were interrogating the man, and a woman with a gas mask was attempting to get a fingerprint of a Raider onto the terminal of the tank. "That's not going to work," Mack says into Jennifer's ears, as the latter jogs quickly to the tank. Jennifer repeats what Mack says. "That's not going to work," Jennifer pants, sliding onto her knees, her tablet sliding out of her pocket. Her eyes widen, and she quickly turns around, grabbing her tablet off the ground, cradling it in her hands. "You've got to get a harness for that thing," Mack says, as Jennifer lets out a breath. Not taking a glance at the gas-mask woman, Jennifer speaks to her. "It's a regular Raider. He won't have sufficient permissions to edit the parameters of a device that is programmed to respond to a higher official." She taps one of the top corners of the tablet against the terminal, which connects the two wirelessly and electronically. "I'm not sure I could turn it off, there are too many options, but I may be able to change the parameters to allow those of a lower ranking standard to change the options of the device." Jennifer taps on her tablet, and then a few times on the terminal, and then she continues to fiddle with her tablet, Mack helping her along the way. The door was unlocked, which was a huge relief. Ducking below a spray of hot lead, Katrina climbed into the driver's seat. "I'm going to lose my license," she whispered to herself, and turned the key. Someone shouted at her to stop, but of course she ignored it. She started to drive, got the car pointed toward the group of Raiders running toward and shooting at the stage, who apparently hadn't noticed Katrina. It was time to take care of business. She stepped on the gas. Her aim had been true. The sound of bones shattering and crunching under tires made her nauseous, and before she could do anything--it was all so fast--she had driven straight into the stage. She rocked with the impact and undid her seatbelt, panting. Shakily, she opened the car door; this took a bit of elbow grease because of the damage done to the front of the car. She stepped out of the vehicle and put her hand on the handle of her knife, which she planned to use in case any of the bastards had survived the impact. The sound of a crash made Jennifer jump just as she was going to finish. She looks around, and sees that a car had driven straight through a crowd of Raiders, a stray few remaining from where the car had assaulted them. Jennifer blinks as the driver exits the car, and exhales as the person looks - from her angle - unharmed. Though, it takes Mack saying, "Hurry up, that thing is still timed!" for her to turn and press the last few buttons on her tablet. "There. It's set to change the settings at his fingerprint," Jennifer says, beckoning to the man's finger.</s>
<\|description\|>Lizzie Mcgarret Age : 23 Race : Caucassion Human Height: 5' 4" Appearance: Personality : Lizzie was a sweet and gentle girl before her mother and sister's murder. She hated her father for stealing the money from her mother after her death. She has been through abusive relationships with certain guys and fears of having another. Mainly she needs affection from someone who truly cares. She can tend to suffer hallucinations and nightmares from the event of the murder. She is so fragile, that she doesn't trust anyone or enjoy company. She would isolate herself from society and in her father's home. Likes : ~ Flowers ~ Exploring ~ Motorcycles ~ Money Fears : ~ Nightmares ~ Being Alone ~ Romance ~ Being Hurt History : Lizzie had a closed relationship with her sister Alex and their mother who is ill and she discovered her father and Rachel, who was her mother's nurse, having an affair. Lizzie accidentally put fire after Alex went into the cabin. The cabin erupted in flames upon an explosion which killed them. Lizzie was shocked and tried to commit suicide. Instead, she landed into mental hospital. After 10 months, she returns to her father's home after his passing. She had no memory of what happened, but frequently gets nightmares and images of the traumatic experience.</s> <\|message\|>Loki The god closed his eyes tiredly and grunted gently as he started to sing a song</s> <\|message\|>Lizzie Mcgarret Lizzie began to sing in her own cell which be easily heard as it echoed throughout the headquarters including Loki's cell. "Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh I was looking for a breath of a life For a little touch of heavenly light But all the choirs in my head sang no oh oh oh To get a dream of life again A little vision of the start and the end But all the choirs in my head sang, no oh oh oh But I needed one more touch Another taste of heavenly rush And I believe, I believe it's so oh oh oh Whose side am I on? Whose side am I? Whose side am I on? Whose side am I? And the fever began to spread From my heart down to my legs But the room is so quiet, oh oh oh oh And although I wasn't losing my mind It was a chorus so sublime But the room is so quiet, oh oh oh I was looking for a breath of a life A little touch of heavenly light But all the choirs in my head sang, no oh oh oh"</s> <\|message\|>Loki The god hummed gently as he sang as his eyes closed till Barton came in grabbing him and yanked him out and away sharply. They left her in her own cell before Natasha came in two hours later. "Go back home " said sternly eyes narrowed. She was directed to a portal like place where she be teleported home. Loki was away in a room no one could get in other then actual agents</s> <\|message\|>Lizzie Mcgarret Lizzie noticed that the 'mind stone', which Loki called it, was left behind. The gem was on the couch, almost melting the whole thing while they were gone. She slowly and gently picked it up. As she touched it, her memories were out of control in her head.</s> <\|message\|>Loki Thanos grinned gently feeling some one touch the gem thinking its loki magic flew into her controlling her swiftly.</s> <\|message\|>Lizzie Mcgarret Lizzie began to scream as she thrashed about, knocking into the wall and the cabinet. She hit her head on the counter and eventually arched her back after she hit the floor, grunting in pain and gasped in terror.</s> <\|message\|>Loki Thanos smiled appearing eyes narrowed "ello Loki"</s> <\|message\|>Lizzie Mcgarret "I'm not Loki", she told the figure as she arched her back in pain. The stone in her hand was dropped on the ground and she was accidentally teleported back at SHEILD right near some agents. "I'm guessing you guys don't play nice, right?", she asked as she kicked them both over the railing.</s> <\|message\|>Loki Other agents came in guns in their hands pointed right at her.</s> <\|message\|>Lizzie Mcgarret Shaking off the memories from the mind stone, she slid on the ground underneath them. She jumped off the railing until she reached the second floor. Face to face with Clint.</s> <\|message\|>Loki Clint smacked her sharply into th wall sharply in her face and knokced her out cold and dragged her to a holding cell she couldnt break free from and lokced her in it. Loki was still in interagation eyes narrowed slightly.</s> <\|message\|>Lizzie Mcgarret The mind stone's powers on her wore off and she was back to her fragile self. She was out cold on the floor and realized she was in a different outfit because of the mind stone. Shocked as she was, she was wearing clothes that were similar to Loki's along with black thigh-lengthed high heeled boots.</s> <\|message\|>Loki Loki was throw in and he grunted and scowled at the group and eyes narrowed slightly. He looked at her eyes glowed and her clothing turned back to normal and huffed gently as he worded off Thanos control on her eyes narrowed as he kept the mind gem ppwer fused away with the girls body and sighed "wake up"</s> <\|message\|>Lizzie Mcgarret She was wearing clothes that were similar to Loki's own. Same black and green shade. But more feminine. She began to stir as Loki told her to wake up. She did and looked at herself and what she was wearing. "I look like you", she said in surprise.</s> <\|message\|>Loki "yeah which isn't a good thing" the god snarled slightly eyes narrowed with digust and tempt of hate and rage. He looked away from her and at the cell walls and scowled slightly "I should have never come to earth i shoud have gone to Asgard, back to my punisjment that was awaiting me on my own return by my brother and mother and father" said in contemp.</s> <\|message\|>Lizzie Mcgarret "It wasn't my fault! It got to me first!", she retorted back at him. "Thanos got into my head thinking I was you", she said to him as she explained everything that happened before this happened. Suddenly she reached forward and helped him out of the cuffs.</s> <\|message\|>Loki "STAY away from me" he snapped suddeenly his power shot through the cell and the tempture dropped fifty digrees causing it to drop below freezing sharply "Just leave me alone its bad enough that family was hurt and now some stranger" he spat sharply eyes narrowed and glowing adeep red color as the cell started to freeze up as he snorted and temputre stayed cold but slowly warmed up not allowing the girl to get frozen and walked away from her and sat down annoyed and growled gently.</s> <\|message\|>Lizzie Mcgarret "It's your rage. Hatred. It drowns you. Your 'family' did it in order to protect you. It drowns me too when I think about men", she told him as she tried to reason with him.</s> <\|message\|>Loki Loki eyes shot twoard her "what do you know of my family huh mortal" he snappef</s> <\|message\|>Lizzie Mcgarret "You told me. I educate myself too. I also read", she told him as she walked a little closer. "You were betrayed. I was betrayed. Family can turn on our backs"</s> <\|message\|>Loki "Whatever just stay away from that gem" grumbled gently eyes shut tightly</s> <\|message\|>Lizzie Mcgarret "I don't have it", she admitted to him as she looked down.</s> <\|message\|>Loki "Good now I am getting the gem and leading thanos away" mutters tiredly</s> <\|message\|>Lizzie Mcgarret Lizzie looked at Loki and watched him with curious eyes. "We will when we get out of here" she whispered as she slowly and lightly moved a strand of hair off his face before she slid to the ground and sat there to watch him. A man of pain he was.</s> <\|message\|>Loki Clint stormed back in eyes narrowed slightly "You missy and you god of trickery and lies are in big trouble" he said eyes narrowed.</s> <\|message\|>Lizzie Mcgarret Lizzie was so lost in thought as she looked at Loki from her side of the cell. This man has been through so much pain and she couldn't think of anything that would help him. Loki has been through so much that Lizzie couldn't even think of. She did notice that his injuries were healing now on his arm. But what he really needed was rest. She just wanted to help him escape his inner demons of his family heritage and his abuse. Funny that she was fighting her own demons too. The sound of the door opening made her jump and she looked at Clint Barton as he entered the room. "How are we in trouble?", Lizzie asked him as she looked at him with fear in her eyes and pulling her legs closer to her chest. Seriously, what did these people want from her and Loki? She did indeed realize that they dont like to play nice. "Seriously? What are we in trouble for?"</s> <\|message\|>Loki "Loki your being sent to Asgard as soon as Thor gets here, you miss are going to go back home. Youare to stay there as well. Loki you should be more concered about your problem then a mortal thor shall be here in ten minutes" he then walked away. Loki was shaking slightly, oh fuck his brother was coming to get him. Oh the great joy he would fear from his brother screaming at him and maybe even punching him for"leaving" asgard when he was honestly captured and taken from his prison. (mind playing thor who will pretty much scream and yell at Loki and Loki will have like a break down and melt down as well. Thast when your character tries to get thor to leave but going againsta god isn't something you should do)</s> <\|message\|>Lizzie Mcgarret The sound of the Bifrost landing made the whole HQ shake. The God of Thunder with his red cape and the hammer, Mjonir, in his hand. How dare Loki leaves his family? Leaving him? Thor does love Loki so, but the trickster can come up with ideas and make the relationship a bit rocky, making Thor take the fall. The angry God opened the door to where both of the prisoners were. His first instinct was to throw Loki against the wall and yell, but his gut told him to go easy then he would go hard. Lizzie scooted closer to the wall as the God entered. She has never seen this kind of man before, and boy, was he huge. Lizzie could feel the powerful energy coming off the huge God as he entered the cell. Thor looked at the girl and looked back at Loki. "Loki, what have you done?", he asked his younger sibling. "What have you done?!", he demanded louder which made Lizzie flinch.</s> <\|message\|>Loki "well brother if you must know I will explain it to you. Welkl dear and beloved stinking perice of crap of a brother. I was kidnaped and torchered, raped and abused by the enity as you know as Thanos who had been hunting down the infinty gems that I managed to steal two and aftet three years of abuse and torment got enough engery to break away and go to earth and so thats the long story short" he said snickering but there was a underline of truth behind the voice but flinched at his brother responce slightly as it started to bring back some memories that where not very pleasent. And for three years he had those memories</s> <\|message\|>Lizzie Mcgarret This only made the Thunder God angrier. "Why Earth, Loki!?", he demanded at his younger brother as he watched the trickster flinch from his question that was mentioned before. "Why not break away to Asgard?", he sounded a bit softer than his previous tone. He looked at Lizzie and the clothes she was wearing. He knew it. The God of Mischief came back to terrorize Earth and enslave humanity like last time. Apparently he just got started. "Why her?", he asked as he gestured Lizzie on the ground.</s> <\|message\|>Loki "brother your head is duller then that of an Ox, yesh you know why I can't go back to Asgard and you full;y know I would be killed if not thrown away like evrtying else thats wrong with the world" he snorted eyes narrowed and then looked at the girl slightly "she found me and helped patch up some of my wounds. She has touched the mind gem and Thanos now thinks she is me so ...yeah" he spat and rolled his eyes eyes narrowed. "so now since she has touched the gem the last user of the gem which we know qwas me since I created the gems themselves allowed her to grow a female apperance of me in regular and asgardian clothing. Anymore stupid questions Thor I really like to not go back to that dreaded place. odin rather take my head off" he rolled his eyes disrespecting the god of thunder not really careing if he hurt his pride but he knew he was walking on a very thin rope with Thor already</s> <\|message\|>Lizzie Mcgarret "Lies spit from you like venom", Thor spat at his brother in disapproval. This was very disappointing to Thor that his brother turned to the dark side instead of asking for help from the bright side. Instead he betrayed all of Asgard. Making him a wanted fugitive in both realms. But honestly, the God of Thunder wanted to hurt him. Hurting his friends in New York and invading a whole city. Deep down, this is not the brother he wanted and used to love anymore. "Loki speaks the truth", Lizzie spoke up as she stood to her feet. As if on cue, Thor swiped a hand at her and slapped her across the face thinking it was mind control that was making her say it but her eyes were not of icy blue. Lizzie was groaning in pain on the ground as she managed to lift her head. "I want to help him", she weakly said to Thor as she managed to turn to her side on the ground. Perhaps this girl was the light that could help Loki spread his wings. "Very well, you have ten days, brother", Thor finally said to Loki before leaving.</s> <\|message\|>Loki "great now there isna time limit what you going to do throw me away like last time ?" he shouted after Thor eyes narrowed and then went to the girl and eyes glowed healing her slightly "You do not talk to thor understand me ? he will take your head off" he grumbled conceed about her slightly</s>	<\|message\|>Lizzie Mcgarret Lizzie groaned a little as Loki managed to heal her. It was remarkable that the God of Mischief had a caring side. It was slightly visible at the moment. Lizzie managed to get up and lean against the wall. "I understand. He has a problem with hitting the ladies, it seems", she groaned until she managed to stand. "Brother issues it looks like", she said with a small chuckle.</s>
<\|description\|>Lizzie Mcgarret Age : 23 Race : Caucassion Human Height: 5' 4" Appearance: Personality : Lizzie was a sweet and gentle girl before her mother and sister's murder. She hated her father for stealing the money from her mother after her death. She has been through abusive relationships with certain guys and fears of having another. Mainly she needs affection from someone who truly cares. She can tend to suffer hallucinations and nightmares from the event of the murder. She is so fragile, that she doesn't trust anyone or enjoy company. She would isolate herself from society and in her father's home. Likes : ~ Flowers ~ Exploring ~ Motorcycles ~ Money Fears : ~ Nightmares ~ Being Alone ~ Romance ~ Being Hurt History : Lizzie had a closed relationship with her sister Alex and their mother who is ill and she discovered her father and Rachel, who was her mother's nurse, having an affair. Lizzie accidentally put fire after Alex went into the cabin. The cabin erupted in flames upon an explosion which killed them. Lizzie was shocked and tried to commit suicide. Instead, she landed into mental hospital. After 10 months, she returns to her father's home after his passing. She had no memory of what happened, but frequently gets nightmares and images of the traumatic experience.</s> <\|message\|>Loki "great now there isna time limit what you going to do throw me away like last time ?" he shouted after Thor eyes narrowed and then went to the girl and eyes glowed healing her slightly "You do not talk to thor understand me ? he will take your head off" he grumbled conceed about her slightly</s> <\|message\|>Lizzie Mcgarret Lizzie groaned a little as Loki managed to heal her. It was remarkable that the God of Mischief had a caring side. It was slightly visible at the moment. Lizzie managed to get up and lean against the wall. "I understand. He has a problem with hitting the ladies, it seems", she groaned until she managed to stand. "Brother issues it looks like", she said with a small chuckle.</s> <\|message\|>Loki "he wasn't the most gentle that was for sure" he mutters rubbing his neck slightly and sighed tiredly. He growled at the idea they had ten days, what could they do in bloody ten days ? Huh</s> <\|message\|>Lizzie Mcgarret "We have to get out of here", Lizzie said as she looked at the walls. She looked back at Loki again. "We have to stop Thanos", she walked to him and gripped his arm. "Together"</s> <\|message\|>Loki "are you...CRAZY ? a mortal and the god of trickery and you think thats enough to stop him ? hell I'm going to die just trying to keep the gems out of his hand" he said sharply eyes narrowed with worry andb anger.</s> <\|message\|>Lizzie Mcgarret "We have a long journey ahead of us. You practice your spells. Hell, you can teach me magic, can't you?", she asked him as she grew curious and tried to persuade him at least. "Wouldn't you fight back at the ones who hurt you? I did. But it has grave consequences if doing so", she slowly walked towards him. "We just need to have faith", she said softly.</s> <\|message\|>Loki His lips curled back in a grow like pose of a cat as he made a warning sound for her to shut it "Shit it I don't need to be told what to do mortal. Yesh I am not a bay but fine. I am not teaching you any magic , you do not need any" he scowled as he didn't like allowing mortal to have magic he had seen what many have done.</s> <\|message\|>Lizzie Mcgarret "Loki, Thanos is the one responsible for your actions back at Manhatten! He made you do his dirty work! Wouldn't you rather be a free God or a Thano's slave! You're a king, not a servant! Trust me", she finally said in softness as she finally shut her mouth like he told her.</s> <\|message\|>Loki "i'm not a king I am nothing more then a monster. I am no ones slave but I sure as hell and not a king either" he spat eyes cold and heartless eyes glowed shaply as they where gone in a blaze of green to her house swiftly.</s> <\|message\|>Lizzie Mcgarret Lizzie gasped as she saw his eyes glow green. It was a rarity to see emerald green eyes. "I believe in you, Loki. Come on, we can do this", she held his hands, not caring how cold they were. "You keep blaming yourself that you're a monster, but you are really telling yourself that you're weak. Hiding away from your ego is not you at all. How are you a monster if you protected your home for centuries? You never hurt anyone", she told him as she held him in place by holding his arms, making him stare back at her.</s> <\|message\|>Loki "I have hurt a lot of people " he said piased as he flipped on the couch and grumbled</s> <\|message\|>Lizzie Mcgarret "Now what are you saying?", Lizzie asked him as she sat next to him but kept her distance in case things went south.</s> <\|message\|>Loki "Go away" growled annoyed curled up on the couch titrdly eyes closed. He needed sleep,real sleep</s> <\|message\|>Lizzie Mcgarret Lizzie sighed in dissapointment. How tired she was too. She leaned against the wall and slid to the floor. Laying down, she fell asleep peacefully.</s> <\|message\|>Loki (they already teleported back to her home already) Loki slept for hours, till around 2 in the afternoon but it wasn't peacefully eyes closed gently</s> <\|message\|>Lizzie Mcgarret While Loki slept, Lizzie tried to get the "Loki" outfit off herself, but it was stuck to her. She thought about the mind stone and realized it was causing this transformation. Since Loki was the last user, his mind must have connected to it. When she touched it, it must have linked her to him. No wonder. But that doesn't mean she couldn't spice it up a little. She found black elbow lengthed glovelettes and painted her nails black to match.</s> <\|message\|>Loki The god eventually jolted awake grumbling gently annoyed and standing up and yawned shaking off the memories</s> <\|message\|>Lizzie Mcgarret Lizzie then eventually came out of her room in her new updated outfit and nearly tripped in the heels.</s> <\|message\|>Loki Loki looked over boredly but his eyes widened and mouth dropped slightly speechless</s> <\|message\|>Lizzie Mcgarret Lizzie managed to stand until she noticed the god's expression. "What?"</s> <\|message\|>Loki He shook his head "nothing don't worry about it"</s> <\|message\|>Lizzie Mcgarret She bashfully smiled as she walked over to her fridge and found the same bowl of fruit. She then walked to the couch and sat down next to the God but she kept her distance. She didn't look at him either.</s> <\|message\|>Lizzie Mcgarret She took a bite from a strawberry from the bowl and laid back on the couch against the head rest.</s> <\|message\|>Loki The god said nothing as he was pondering and getting himself ready for the world</s> <\|message\|>Lizzie Mcgarret Lizzie didn't say anything either as she packed some extra things they would need to the journey. "Where would Thanos hide?", she spoke up to break the silence.</s> <\|message\|>Loki "everywhere, he hides between realms and in realms as well" he muters gently as he knew Thantos was sly and tricky and if not more bold then others.</s> <\|message\|>Lizzie Mcgarret "Makes a lot of sense", she agreed while she went confused for a moment. "Now how will we get there?"</s> <\|message\|>Loki He sighed eyes glowing and said to Handull and said "really could use a small help to Asgard please he mutters as a beam of light shot down and they where teleported to Asgard and he sighed looking at the rainbow bridge and sighed "come on lets get this over with" mutters gently walking toward the palce not happy.</s> <\|message\|>Lizzie Mcgarret "We are so gonna get in trouble", Lizzie muttered to him as she saw the palace and followed Loki. "Seriously, I think hiding in a guest room here would suffice"</s> <\|message\|>Loki "well we need the help of my mother and thor so you will stay in the guest room" his eyes glowed as she vanished there and he vanished off seeing Thor grabbed him sharply and vanished to th guest room swiftly . he glaredat Thor "shut up, I am tryin to save the damn worlds and realms now you can either help or know that your thereason Thnaos could have killed everyone" he said sharply not playing around eing dead seriuos</s> <\|message\|>Lizzie Mcgarret Thor eventually pitched Loki off of him as soon as they got to the guest room where Lizzie was. "Shut it trickster", the Thunder God muttered in annoyance. "It's true. The realms are at risk in Thanos' wrath. The stones are at risk", Lizzie spoke up even though she wasn't supposed to. "You brung the mortal with you!?"</s> <\|message\|>Loki "Well yeah need some help even if its not from you. Now you going to help or not?" He demanded eyes narrowed sharply blazing with an old child like fitey Thor had not seen in ages.</s> <\|message\|>Lizzie Mcgarret Thor knew that the God of mischief was serious when angry. But he wasn't sure whether that he was confused or angry. He sighed in annoyance and frustration. "Very well but I must find a way to get off to the realms. Stay here. We leave at dawn", he said to them both before leaving.</s> <\|message\|>Loki "mother knows the ways aroudn the realms she also has the realm bracelets if you don't remember Thor" he spoke telepathicly eyes closed gently and sighed gently as he was tired.</s> <\|message\|>Lizzie Mcgarret Lizzie went to the balcony of the guest room and was amazed by the beautiful view.</s> <\|message\|>Loki Loki looked at the girl and seeing her looking out and smiels gently and ewalked over "nice view eh?" he asked</s> <\|message\|>Lizzie Mcgarret She gasped as Loki came into view next to her. "It's beautiful", she sighed with a smile. "Your brother had one hell of a punch", she recalled with a chuckle.</s> <\|message\|>Loki He grinned gently "yeah i know he always does. I am used to it"</s> <\|message\|>Lizzie Mcgarret She chuckled at his response. "How often?", she asked as she leaned against the railing with her hands.</s> <\|message\|>Loki "about four times each months I either got jabbed or punched dependinf on what i did" he said shaking his head smiling slight;y</s> <\|message\|>Lizzie Mcgarret "Ouch", she winced as she imagined how that must have felt. It's like being abided in the past. This answer of his triggered a lot of things in the past. "I was hurt the same way", she sighed sadly.</s> <\|message\|>Loki He looked at her "want to talk about it ? it helps to release out the paina nd misery"</s> <\|message\|>Lizzie Mcgarret She sighed. She had to let it out. She has held it in for too long. "Sure", she muttered as she turned around and say on the bed slowly.</s> <\|message\|>Loki He sat down beside her ansd waited for her to start</s> <\|message\|>Lizzie Mcgarret "I had many guys in the past. I found them nice on the outside but in the inside, they were a different person. We go out and enjoy ourselves until he forced himself on me. He never listened to my pleas. I was their plaything and their punching bag. And worse, they never felt remorse after", her voice cracked as some tears fell down her cheeks. "I was done with guys. Never flirted at them nor did try to. I felt weak and I couldn't fight. No signs of affection either", she finished as her eyes casted downwards as she still heard her sounds of sobbing and pleading within her head.</s> <\|message\|>Loki The god wasn't good with comforting but he slowly curled his arms around her "shhhhh its ok its ok" he whispered gently closing his eyes gently.</s> <\|message\|>Lizzie Mcgarret No one was fighting along with her when these events happened. Not to mention that her family was dead. She leaned into Loki as he soothed her. Honestly, this was helping. She reached back and held his cold hand.</s> <\|message\|>Loki He sighed gently "shhh let it all out its going to be ok" said smiles happily</s> <\|message\|>Lizzie Mcgarret She sighed in relief as she intertwined their fingers together. Her tears manage to dry up and she finally managed to calm down. "Is there a wash here?", she asked, dissapointed to break the touching moment.</s> <\|message\|>Loki Loki laughed nodding pointing to the door "there"</s> <\|message\|>Lizzie Mcgarret She sat up as she went to the closet that was in the guest room. She found a silky white gown used for sleepwear. She shrugged and went into the bathroom.</s> <\|message\|>Loki Loki was sitting there eyes closed tired and happy eyes opened as he hummed</s>	<\|message\|>Lizzie Mcgarret Lizzie finished her shower and put on the silk gown. She managed to dry her hair and walk out of the bathroom.</s>
<\|description\|>Jacob Millford Jacob Millford "Wishes are for those who do not have the mettle to grasp that which they desire." Age: 36 Gender: Male Servant: Assassin Powers/Abilities: The Millford family bloodline has dedicated their efforts to the study and greater understanding of the element of Wind. Their Magic Crest is the most complex collection of understanding outside of the Mages Association, which the Millford family has deeply rooted connections with. With a wide range of spells engraved into it he possess the power to wield the element in both an offensive and defensive manner. Spells: These spells are as robust as they are varied. With his family's legacy behind him, he can all but command the wind with a variety of incantations and movements. With little effort he can command the wind around him into a protective vortex to deflect attack or into a deadly gale force to hammer those that would harm him. It is difficult to be precise when controlling the wind, so using these spells tends to leave collateral damage akin to a hurricane. By forming a boundary field made of wind he can conceal himself from being seen or heard. Due to the nature of how the wind needs to move as well as how compressed it is, all that could be heard are the gusts of wind that cover him, making it not a valid type of stealth. This requires an immense amount of concentration so it is impossible for him to use other spells at the same time. The ability to enter a state of nothingness through meditation, allowing the wind to flow through and into him in order to decipher the information the wind would bring to him, such as sounds and scents from great distances. Wound into his Magic Crest are Runes designed to negate any magical effects involving Wind that would attempt to affect him. This is done not to protect the host of the Crest, but to protect the Crest itself from the experiments that the owner would conduct. Currently when he inscribes the rune upon the surface it creates a gust of wind that ruins itself. Currently he has found only two usages for this by inscribing the rune on the bottom of his shoe. When he focuses his prana into his steps it allows him to move faster and jump greater distances. If he does not focus, the gust the imprint makes is strong enough to blow away the tracks he left behind, making it harder to find him should he flee a dangerous situation. This is his area of study that he focuses on to carry on the family's Crest. Appearance: Apprance His families' Magic Crest is inscribed upon his legs, starting at the ankle and stopping just below the knee. Personality: Despite his reputation of being a well learned humble sir, he possesses quite the wild side. Professionally he is curious and punctual with strong values, treating most with the respect that they might deny him. When the mood shifts and he gets laid back he turns into a feisty fearless man who knows full well that he is a cut above the rest. More often than not he will go out of his way for other people, if he thinks they deserve it. Above all he places learning above all else and has an insatiable curiosity. Short Biography: Born the first child of his parents, he was set up from birth to inherit his family's legacy and continue their efforts to expand their Magic Crest. For most of his life he never questioned his choices, believe that this was the life his parents worked so hard for him have. When he was old enough he was accepted into the Mages Association at the Clock Tower where he choose to study in Archaeology. When he entered the Association he was bright eyed and hopeful, but after four short years he understood all too well that most Magus put little effort into the pursuit of knowledge, and more stock in the pursuit of power. When he was able to he left Clock Tower for the life of an Archaeologist, traveling on the Association's dime to find remnants of the Age of Magic. After more than a decade of this he grew tired of the hypocrisy of the Association, and took his experiences and decided to put them to good use. Settling down in Ukatan he got a job at the university teaching various History courses, where he continues his families study in his personal time. Other: Holding the belief that an ill prepared Magus is a dead magus, Jacob carries around a six shot revolver, which he happens to be a good shot with. However, this revolver has been altered in a fashion to allow it to be a focus for his Magecraft. When he fires a shot while the cylinder is empty it channels his prana enhancing certain spells. * * * * * * Caster True Name: Nicolas Flamel Class: Caster Age: 88 Gender: Male Master: Dr. Fumio Nakahara Noble Phantasm: Philosopher's Stone (Thaumaturgy): The great stone of legend that can turn worthless metals into gold. This is only a fraction of its abilities. It is a somewhat sentient tool that can bend matter and energies around it, shaping them into different forms and compositions. It can be used to alter materials on an atomic level, making that which was altered nigh-impenetrable or crumble to dust. Cosmology can also be altered by the Stone, changing any of the elements into another. - The holder is blessed with accelerated healing for as long as they hold it. The more sever the wound the longer the healing will take, but it can cut months of healing down to a few hours. This power is derived from the condensation the stone excretes, which is the fabled Elixir of Life. With all the materials present, the wielder can change the battle field into a way that benefits himself as well as use it to fight his opponent. The ground can shift, rise and fall. Rocks and chunks of earth can be tossed without so much as touching them. Plants can meld together on a cellular level to form vines and brush to tangle a victim. Class Skills Territory Creation B Item Construction A Personal Skills Independent Action A+ Collector C Alchemy EX Magecraft D Numerology C Appearance: Link (This is the only picture I could find to be appropriate at the time, will keep looking.) A stocky old man of about five feet tall, all the hairs on his face and head are silvery grey. He is deep with wrinkles but his skin does not sag, making him look twenty years younger than he actually is/would be. He changes his attire frequently as his appetites are finicky. Personality: Nicolas was often dismissed by his peers and fellow alchemists due to his childish nature. He always believed that he would have more time than was needed to accomplish his goals, so at any chance he had he took to jocularity and relaxation. When it comes to the needs of others he is sympathetic and helpful, but knows full well that in order for him to succeed, others might have to fail. However more often than not he will try to help others find a different way to accomplish their goals, one that does not interfere with his path. Short Biography: Many accounts of who Nicolas Flamel really was are conflicted. Here is the truth. He was born in Paris France, where he lived and worked as a scribe and only dabbled in science and alchemy until he bought a rather curious book titled "The Book of the Sacred Magic of Abramelin the Mage". It took him several years to decode the twenty one pages in it, but for his hard work he was rewarded with knowledge far exceeding anyone he had worked with before. The book taught him how to create the Philosopher's Stone, a process that he vowed never to tell anyone and even went so far as to destroy the book, burning it and scattering the ashes over several countries. From there on forward he lived a luxurious life with his wife. They lived for hundreds of years, traveling the world and seeking out new flavors of life and the people of the world. One day when they decided it was time they used the stone to end their lives, leaving behind no trace of themselves, save for some wild stories and sightings in the seventeenth century. Other: Even though he is of the Caster class, Nicolas Flamel is a failure as a Magus. With no family history or training, he never built a Mage Crest or the wealth of knowledge that most think necessary. His small pool of Prana in life became expanded in death, though only slightly bigger. The Philosopher's Stone allows him to use what little Prana he has to accomplish great tasks. Without the stone he is little more than an 88 year old man.</s> <\|message\|>Patrick Edward Culiar ~Ukatan University~ Cage was a little surprised at the girl's excitement. She even told him her name despite the fact that they'll probably never meet again but the actor decided to play along. "Well I'm Eddie Cage. You know, 'Law Abiding Civilian', 'The Ranger'." Cage tried ringing bells by mentioning films he starred in. "I actually have a Japanese name but I don't use it much."</s> <\|message\|>Akane Inukai Ukatan City University, Ukatan, Japan ??:?? "Eddie Cage, huh?" Akane repeated idly, neither impressed nor disgruntled by the "titles" or whatever he called himself. To her, all that mattered was his true name. He might be some sort of celebrity, but she didn't care; he was a person and one that seemed decent enough to be around, even if he was slightly more known than herself. She perked up at the mention of a Japanese name. Now that he mentioned it, he had one that sounded more Western than anything else, to be honest. Maybe he came from the West, like America or England? She wasn't one to pry, and so she simply maintained her friendly smile as she nodded her head. "I'd like to know your Japanese name, but honestly, I think I'm running a bit too late to class," she laughed, readjusting her satchel as the strap had fallen off of her shoulder. Akane waved over her shoulder as she turned away from him. "The only class that's going on at this time is something to do with the occult, so I think you're going that way too, right? Come on~" It took at least five more minutes for her to find the damned lecture hall, and she had to admit that it was rather frustrating to look down at her paper and then up again. The thought of going to class tired her out even more, and by the time that she reached the hall she had begun to drag her feet and sag her shoulders. Maybe she should have skipped today... she wasn't willing to put up with a professor droning on about who knows what. Akane groaned as she pushed open the door to the lecture hall, her eyes half-lidded and face pale from getting no rest the previous night. I'm just going to say I'm sick if anyone asks... Waving a half-hearted goodbye at Eddie before making her way to an empty seat, she couldn't help but rest her head on the table and peer dully at the professor. She was late-- really late --but honestly she did not care nor did she want to hear the babbling of the teacher. [@PaulHaynek ]</s>	<\|message\|>Jacob Millford It was a pleasant surprise that Assassin wanted to talk. The Master had feared that an Assassin would rather stick to the shadows, vacating the light at all times. But it seemed that Marie-Anne had no problem acting like a normal member of society. It would do well to hide her identity, but also make her more noticeable. Random people showing up during the Grail War was reason to suspect them enough. The Magi didn't put much stock in coincidence or happenstance, for every effect there is a cause. She also appeared to humor his request of counting houses. He gleamed in response to her answer. This information was arbitrary, but further proved her talents. It had taken Jacob most of the night to formulate an identity for Marie-Anne. He knew that it would have to be two fold, one for the public, and one for any other Masters that happen to discover that he was a Magus. It would only take one phone call to anyone at the Association for anyone to figure out that Jacob was a Magus, and from their tracking his family and associates would be simple, leaving Assassin looking like a servant. What he came up with was something that would work well, but left him unsettled. "I thought that more truth than lie would go a long way in our relationship and our ruse. If anyone asks you about me tell them we just met and that you don't know me too well. Tell them you are a cousin from my father's side, his side is the non-magical one. His name is Burton, my mother is Harva. Make up a reason for coming here on your own. Just keep me up on your lies so I can duplicate them. That should cover you in the public eye." This was the simple part, a white lie that they were related would give most the security that nothing funny was happening. Anyone that looked into this story would give themselves away that they were up to something, which lead him to the other half. Scratching the back of his head he doubted it for a moment, but knew it was the strongest route to take. "If anyone presses you hard for information, or you identify them as Magi or a Master, tell them that you are a marriage candidate." Jacob found himself stumbling over those last two words. "My family is very particular about our blood line, there are a lot of factors that they feel should go into the woman bearing my child. Regardless, this leaves a lot of wiggle room. We don't have to act like we don't know each other too well because we don't. You don't have to pretend to know anything about Magecraft, forgive me for assuming that you don't. Lastly we can be ourselves around each other, as we are 'getting to know' each other." This was a bit unorthodox, but just like a family member would satisfy most people, a marriage candidate would demand some courtesy for Magi. Some in the magical community held themselves to higher standards in the pursuit of knowledge. The Millford line has been arraigning marriages for as long as the family name has been known. It produced the healthiest of offspring by attempting to eliminate any mental or physical defects due to "unclean" family history. In the past Jacob has had two such candidates sent to him, both of them being offered a large sum to live with him for a month. None of them worked out as a meaningful relationship in his eyes, so no wedding bells rang yet. The greatest benefit of this lie would be the security it offered the both of them. Attacking a marriage candidate was as bad as attacking the family directly. In the Association, this would ruin a reputation and burn quite a few bridges, scaring a family for generations. "I want you to maintain any sense of neutrality you have for as long as you can. The moment you give yourself away as a servant, we loose a huge edge. I don't even want them to know how tall you are, the less they know the more we stay hidden. If you must attack, leave no witnesses and make damn well sure you kill both the master and the servant. Do what you have to to maintain your identity. Is this reasonable?"</s>
<\|description\|>Hōzuki Shingetsu Nickname/Alias: Gender: Male Age: 18 Sexuality: Hetero Village: Kirigakure no Sato Rank: Chuunin Chakra Nature: Water Release & Lightning Release Appearance Shingetsu has short silver hair, blue like sapphire eyes. He is quite tall around 186 cm and weigh about 80. Shingetsu believe in keeping the body in shape, so he has quite an athletic body. Shingetsu wears an armless shirt with a zipper in the middle, on it he is wearing the Kirigakures thick armored flak jacket. Black pants, Shingetsu wears also a belt with 4 water bottles, 2 bottles at each side of his hips. At his back hang his 2 handed sword Mooncutter. Personality: You know there is a always a really loud person at a party? Yea, Shingetsu is that person. Although he is loud, his heart is at the right place. Shingetsu hate everything that is injustice in the world, and fight with everything he have to make the world to a better place. Shingetsu also believe what people are saying real easy, that make him quite a target for practical jokes. History: Shingetsu was born in the famous clan Hōzuki. At young age Shingetsu receive combat training from his parents. Although he never like it at the beginning and was more interesting to play with the other kids than training(As expected from a kid). His parents were always able to find him and brings him back for more harder training. It was the first time that he held a sword in his hands that made Shingetsu really interesting in his ninja training. His parents begun to teach him about the history of his clan and his clan ultimate goal: To find all the legendary swords that was once belong to The Seven Swordsmen of The Mist. At that moment Shingetsu wowed to find all swords and resurrect The Seven Swordsmen once again. Shingetsu enter academy and made a fast progress. Ninjutsu, Taijutsu and Kenjutsu was his best strengths. He graduated from academy at 9 with top grades and began to do missions in his three man team. Although he considering his teammates his comrades, he never feel like he bonded with them. For Shingetsu is was always duty to his clan and to his village. His search for the legendary swords slowed down his progress in rank so Shingetsu became Chuunin at age 15. His father told him that he should join the SETU because he believe that will make Shingetsu even stronger. The young Hozuki set his mind on the SETU exam. Other: Shingetsu is from the famous Hōzuki clan, like every other Hōzuki members. Shingetsu has the ability to turn his body to a liquefied form. But it is required that they have to stay hydrated. That is why Shingetsu always brings with him 4 water bottles. Shingetsu has also a big two handed sword strapped on his back. He has forge the sword himself after the teaching of his father. He named the sword Mooncutter ========================================= Weapons/Items: A two handed sword named Mooncutter Description: Appearance: ========================================= Special Traits Shingetsu is a very skilled at guerilla warfare. Although he prefer to get close and personal with his enemies. Kekkei Genkai: None ========================================= Jutsus: [hider=Canon Jutsu] Name of Technique: Suika no Jutsu(Hydrification Technique ) Type of Jutsu: Supplementary Rank: - Range: - Nature Type: Water release Description: This technique makes it impossible to receive damage from physical attacks. From a single hair, to the skin and muscles, everything can be liquefied and solidified at will. Be it to evade an enemy's attack during a short range battle, to infiltrate a structure, or to launch a surprise attack in a liquefied state, this technique boasts a high strategic value. Applying this technique, the user can also modify their body parts for suitable situations. In this form the user can also draw upon and control nearby water by immersing himself amongst the liquid. Weakness: Boasting high strategic value, the only way to contain a user of this technique is to lock them up in an airtight container so they cannot move about.[2] When the user passes out, they turn into a jelly-like state.[3] Since this technique turns the body into water, the Hōzuki are extremely vulnerable to Lightning Release techniques. Name of Technique: Suirou no Jutsu - Water Prison Technique Type of Jutsu: Supplementary Rank: C Range: Close Nature Type: Water Release Description: is a Ninjutsu that utilizes water to imprison an opponent. The ninja forms the necessary hand seals which causes the water to form around the target into a spherical prison which only allows for limited movement. Weakness: The ninja must keep their body touching the water prison to maintain its existence. If the contact is broken, the water falls away and their target is released Name of Technique: Mizu Bunshin no Jutsu - Water Clone Technique Type of Jutsu: Ninjutsu, Clone Techniques Rank: C Range: - Nature Type: Water release Description: The Water Clone Technique is similar to the Shadow Clone Technique except it creates clones out of water that have one-tenth of the original person's power.[2] Like other solid clone techniques, the clones can be used to perform tasks the user is unable or unwilling to do for themselves. The range of the clone is limited however, as it can not travel very far from the original body without losing control. Like other clone techniques, if the water clones are injured enough they will revert back to normal water Weakness: Short range. Name of Technique: Mizudeppō: Nichō - Water Gun: Two Guns Type of Jutsu: Ninjutsu, Clan Secret technique, Offensive Rank: - Range: Close (0m ~ 5m) Nature Type: Water Release Description: A more lethal version of the Water Gun Technique, this technique is used by members of the Hōzuki clan. After liquifying their hands, the user mimics a gun with their hands and fires two powerful jets of water from their index fingers. Weakness: Name of Technique: Suiton: Gōsuiwan no Jutsu - Water Release: Great Water Arm Technique Type of Jutsu: Supplementary Rank: B Range: - Nature Type: Water Release Description: By putting the Hydrification Technique into practical use, the muscles of the arm are temporarily enlarged and strengthened. Moisture is gathered from the whole body and compressed into the entire arm, like an instant pump-up. However, because it is essential to properly control the moisture balance inside the body, this technique's degree of difficulty is very high. The technique gives the user superhuman strength, capable of breaking through both rock walls and steel doors with ease. Weakness: Name of Technique: Suijinheki - Water Encampment Wall Type of Jutsu: Defense Rank: B Range: Close (0m ~ 5m) Nature Type: Water Release Description: is a Ninjutsu utilizing the Water Element. The ninja will first do a string of hand seals and then proceed to blow out a jet of water from their mouth to act as a water barrier from incoming attack. Weakness: Name of Technique: Mizurappa - Water Trumpet Type of Jutsu: Attack Rank: - Range: Close (0m ~ 5m), Mid (5m ~ 10m) Nature Type: Water Release Description: is a Ninjutsu utilizing the Water Element. After forming the needed handseals, the Ninja will expel a strong jet of water at his/her opponent. Weakness: Name of Technique: Iaigiri - Draw And Slice Type of Jutsu: Offensive Rank: - Range: Close Nature Type: Kenjutsu Description: Adhering to the principles of Iaidō, the user performs a quick and powerful slash with their sword in order to cut the intended target, before immediately resheathing the blade afterwards. As for Shingetsu, his sword doesnt have a shealth. Therefore he simply strap back his sword on his back. Weakness: Name of Technique: Kiri-Ryuu Uragiri - Mist Style: Reverse Beheading Type of Jutsu: Offensive Rank: - Range: Close Nature Type: Kenjutsu Description: The user does a powerful spin, generating the momentum needed to slash at any opponents behind them. The user can also utilise this spinning motion to trick an enemy that's in front of them. The enemy is fooled into thinking the user will attack them, but instead the user attacks the targets behind the user. Weakness: Name of Technique: Kiri-Ryuu Mikazukigiri - Mist Style: Crescent Moon Slice Type of Jutsu: Offensive Rank: - Range: Close Nature Type: Kenjutsu Description: The user swings their sword in a single, large, crescent moon-shaped arc, which occurs with such ferocious velocity that the technique can be employed in situations where only a very limited time to react is available. The swing can be used to counter attacks from multiple opponents simultaneously Weakness: Name of Technique: Suiton: Tate Eboshi - Water Release: Bury Crow Hat Child Type of Jutsu: Offensive, Defensive Rank: B Range: Close Nature Type: Water Release Description: After using the Hydrification Technique to merge with a water source, the user can form a giant wave that looks like a demon-like fish. The user can use this form to battle larger opponents, or he can use it to shield allies from attack. Weakness:</s> <\|message\|>Hōzuki Shingetsu "Finally!" Shingetsu said when he saw the gate swung up. "Stay close to me Hiraki-san. I dont want to get chew at by Mizukage" We need to move fast, and when we can, we need to came up with some strategies for encounters. Shingetsu thought for himself as he launched himself up in the air toward tje forest.</s> <\|message\|>Haruhi Hikari Haruhi stood once she saw Shingetsu moving ahead. She rolled her eyes and tightened the ribbon holding her hair. "He only cares because he knows I'll be his successor one day. Let that sink in. You get to babysit the future Mizukage." she said confidently before sticking her tonge out at his back. Running ahead of him and hopping up into the trees to stay off the ground, Haruhi was feeling lighthearted but was also keeping her senses sharp, looking out for any possible threat. Again the sound of some kind of beast was heard nearby and Haruhi paused, curiosity wanting her to go and see what it was.</s> <\|message\|>Ikazuchi, Zee The gate opened and let all of them out in the open. Oh, yes, it was time to finally get on with things. She had to make every encounter count, though. She put the strands of her white hair that were covering her face away so that her field of vision became clear again. She wasn't the kind to wait for everyone, she was more the kind to watch over everything from a branch, out of the reach of everyone. It was better to have an eagle's point of view, after all. "Then, make sure not to get into trouble everyone. And don't eat anything that might be poisonous. See you later!" Changing up her personality, Zee readied herself. Making the hand positions necessary, she wasn't about to be the last one getting out of that place, even if the Ayane girl from Suna said that she was waiting for everyone to get out, she didn't want to be left behind. Whatever that monster was, well, she would just have to deal with it as it came. "Wind Release: Wind Talon!" She said and out she went, with quite some speed on her. She then jumped, disappearing into the thich of the woodworks. She continued on jumping through the branches, though, not losing sight of her teammates. "Don't die on me now." She said, though more to her rather than to anyone else. No one else was with her at the time, after all.</s> <\|message\|>Makashi Ayane Ayane fell into place at the back of the shinobi convoy. It was her natural spot as a puppeteer, she could survey the whole team and react to their movements, it felt good that she didn't have to make hard decisions. Besides, there were some fairly nice backsides in this team... She could get used to this. As she jumped from branch to branch she checked the position of her summoning scrolls. They were keeping a pretty good pace, and there was always a risk that her scrolls switched places mid-jump, which could be disastrous if they ran into a fight. She'd coated her scrolls in different materials just to make sure that she'd never mistake one for the other. As they made their way deeper into the unknown Ayane grew more and more uncertain. Her new friends seemed content in rushing head first into danger, but Ayane wanted something more to go on. The thought of fighting side by side with people she'd met only a few minutes before was utterly unappealing, not to mention dangerous. She spotted an opening in a small rock formation below. Large enough to accommodate five persons with ease, and still small enough to keep those five relatively hidden from prying eyes. "Hey, down there!" She called out, feeling pretty certain that the forest was too large for another team to be close by just yet. "Let's take a break and talk!" Immediately Ayane dropped down and landed on one of the rocks that overlooked the formation. She looked right, left, back and forward. Apart from a few smaller animals that fled at the sight of her the forest was silent and empty. She waved to her team mates to come down and took a seat herself. "So... I don't know about you, but perhaps we should work on some kind of strategy... I think we'll see some action before the end of the day. I got a look at the other Suna-shinobi that are here, let's just say that some of them doesn't look shy." her eyes trailed over her friends and stopped at the Kiri-shinobi with the large sword. He was a loud-mouth, perfect to get the ball rolling. "The swordsmen of the mist are basically melee attack-types, right?"</s>	<\|message\|>Hōzuki Shingetsu Shingetsu stopped and landed on a branch as soon as he heard Ayane cried out. Second after he understood what the Suna kunoichi wanted, Shingetsu jumped down and squatted on of the rocks. "More or less. I am a close quarter specialist." He answered Ayane and started to drink from one of his water bottles</s>
<\|description\|>Haruhi Hikari Character Sheet Nickname/Alias: None Gender: Female Age: 18 Sexuality: Heterosexual Village: Rank: Chunin Chakra Nature: Appearance: Personality: Haruhi has a personality that is unlike the stereotypical gloomy Hidden Mist personalities one would assume to find. She has been faced with death, lost a few of those most close to her, and has speant many nights crying herself to sleep. Despite it all, Haru has managed to keep her same bubbly personality that keeps people wanting to know her. She is tough at heart, determined, and stubborn, If she dosent get what she wants right away, she will fight and fight, never letting up until she gets it. She hates few things and loves alot of things. Though it once was easy to upset her, or get her to cry, it is much more difficult now. After years of trying to learn patience and control over her emotions, she had finally suceeded in such and is more laid back than she used to be. Within her are a perfect molded together combination of Mika Hayashi's fierce fighting style, and Takeshi Shun's casual and fun personality. (Those two are her NPC sensei's.) Haruhi is a quick thinker, unpredictable, and she hits hard everytime, never letting up when faced with tough challenges. She refuses to ever let down her teammates, villiage, sensei's, etc. and is extremely loyal. She can be trusted to follow through with tasks without hesitation, and no longer does she second guess herself. When she is not training, sleeping, or on missions, she can be found dragging often unwilling close ones out to eat before using her adorable charm to get them to pay. Not once has she failed with that. History: "I've grown up... I know now that death comes with being a shinobi... There are times when death is hard for me to accept, but if I don't get over it, there's no future..." At a younge age, Haruhi was seen by medical ninja after a near death expirence. Her heart has always been weak as she grew up, and as a result, her mother would oftentimes shield her from doing anything dangerous. As a result she grew up staying at home alone most days or roaming the streets watching academy kids run around and train. Her father, Shougo, was a Hidden Mist shinobi, working as an academy teacher in fact, and it was always a dream of hers to be an amazingly strong shinobi like her father. At the age of 8, Haruhi lost her dad. She came home to see her mother crying about her father's death from an illness and Haruhi was sad but found even more determination to become strong. At the time, she didn't find it strange. There was no burial, no body...in fact, the last time she saw her dad was when he told her he was going away on a top secret mission and would be back in three days time. He lied. His last words to her, with a light pat on her small head was, "Take care of your mother while i'm gone okay? And don't be afraid of anything. Your super strong, never doubt that. Being a Hikari means you never give up, no matter what." It was that that would guide Haruhi through her life as a beginner shinobi. Going into the academy at the age of 10, Haruhi's frail mind, body, and spirit held her back from graduating for a long time. She was picked on by younger kids her were in her class, made fun of for being older and weaker. Made little jokes about how stupid she was for thinking she could ever be a real ninja. Even the teachers would whisper, even the medic nins would tell her after she collapsed from pushing too hard, that she wasent suited to be a kunoichi. Despite it all, Haruhi pushed through all those years, not letting anyone see her cry but her mom. Finally, just after her 14th birthday, she would graduate and be assigned to Mika Hayashi's Team 14 along with two teammates. Time would pass and what started out as an unlucky placement in a team of jerks, would change into a team that Haruhi would be proud to be in. Though the three would likely not admit it, they all learned to tolerate eachother and become friends of sorts. It was when her sensei gave her a small Bingo Book that a series of events would occur and result in the slow changing of Haruhi's life. She found out her father hadn't really just died of sickness, but was killed by the former Hokage. She had also found out that not only was her father a criminal wanted for everything bad under the sun...her mother knew about it and kept the truth from her for years. Angry and spiteful, she left home in search of security she ended up finding with her sensei, Mika. Together they planned a new goal for her, a new ninja way, and a new reason to keep fighting harder than she did back at the academy. Determined not to let her grief consume her, Haruhi got back up, only to be hit by another setback. The Five Tailed Bijuu would be sealed into her against her will, and again she felt betrayed by not just her sensei, but by her entire villiage. It was if everyone was trying to make it harder for her. Kicking her while she was down and throwing impossible scenarios at her at every turn. She would eventually meet Takeshi Shun, her second sensei, who along with Mika would train her and help her reach her ultimate goal of becoming strong enough to protect her villiage. Also seeking to make things right with her mother, Haruhi would go to her and tell her about her beast. Her mother would scorn her and cast her out. Claiming she was a monster and no longer her child. She would later find her mother dead at home, her rotted corpse later analyzed and determined she committed suicide. Angry and hurt beyone belief, Haruhi ended up losing control a short time before Chunin exams, and threatened the safety of the villiagers as she began changing form into her tailed beast. Again her sensei's would help her through it, and again she felt lost, broken, and wanting to give up, but with arms outstretched from Takeshi and a firm grip on her hand from Mika, her sensei's would help Haruhi eventually fight her way out of that pit of darkness too and continue on her path to greatness. Now a Chunin, Haruhi is one step closer to reaching her new goal of one day becoming Mizukage. Being recognized by her village as a fast rising shinobi, her village leaders gifted her with the sword Kokuyōseki, that had been forged specifically for her. Haruhi would soon find out she was soon to be recruited into a different organization, and the sword was to protect her from harm. "I'm Haruhi Hikari and that doesn't really mean a whole lot just yet. But one day, i'm going to be strong enough to protect this villiage, and everyone will trust me. They wont think i'm weak, and no outsider will ever try to hurt the people I love. One day, i'm going to let our Mizukage-sama take a break because... I'm going to rule the Mist!" Other: ========================================= Weapons/Items: Description: A heavy, oversized broadsword with a sharp edge extending the length of the blade on one side. On the other it is serated in one section. This large sword has the ability to conduct Haruhi's lightning chakra, making the blade sharper and deadlier than before. Known to still be charged when she lets go of it. The details of its forgery is unknown to Haruhi, but she knows it was made specifically for her and was infused with her chakra. Appearance: ========================================= Special Traits: * Advanced Chakra Control * Above Average Chakra Reserve * Out of the Box Fighting Style * Good in Ninjutsu and Taijutsu * Good Speed and Agility * Good Multitasking Skills * Unpredictable * Manipulative * Doesn't Give Up Easily * Jinchuriki Chakra * Quick Thinker</s> <\|message\|>Ikazuchi, Zee The gate opened and let all of them out in the open. Oh, yes, it was time to finally get on with things. She had to make every encounter count, though. She put the strands of her white hair that were covering her face away so that her field of vision became clear again. She wasn't the kind to wait for everyone, she was more the kind to watch over everything from a branch, out of the reach of everyone. It was better to have an eagle's point of view, after all. "Then, make sure not to get into trouble everyone. And don't eat anything that might be poisonous. See you later!" Changing up her personality, Zee readied herself. Making the hand positions necessary, she wasn't about to be the last one getting out of that place, even if the Ayane girl from Suna said that she was waiting for everyone to get out, she didn't want to be left behind. Whatever that monster was, well, she would just have to deal with it as it came. "Wind Release: Wind Talon!" She said and out she went, with quite some speed on her. She then jumped, disappearing into the thich of the woodworks. She continued on jumping through the branches, though, not losing sight of her teammates. "Don't die on me now." She said, though more to her rather than to anyone else. No one else was with her at the time, after all.</s> <\|message\|>Makashi Ayane Ayane fell into place at the back of the shinobi convoy. It was her natural spot as a puppeteer, she could survey the whole team and react to their movements, it felt good that she didn't have to make hard decisions. Besides, there were some fairly nice backsides in this team... She could get used to this. As she jumped from branch to branch she checked the position of her summoning scrolls. They were keeping a pretty good pace, and there was always a risk that her scrolls switched places mid-jump, which could be disastrous if they ran into a fight. She'd coated her scrolls in different materials just to make sure that she'd never mistake one for the other. As they made their way deeper into the unknown Ayane grew more and more uncertain. Her new friends seemed content in rushing head first into danger, but Ayane wanted something more to go on. The thought of fighting side by side with people she'd met only a few minutes before was utterly unappealing, not to mention dangerous. She spotted an opening in a small rock formation below. Large enough to accommodate five persons with ease, and still small enough to keep those five relatively hidden from prying eyes. "Hey, down there!" She called out, feeling pretty certain that the forest was too large for another team to be close by just yet. "Let's take a break and talk!" Immediately Ayane dropped down and landed on one of the rocks that overlooked the formation. She looked right, left, back and forward. Apart from a few smaller animals that fled at the sight of her the forest was silent and empty. She waved to her team mates to come down and took a seat herself. "So... I don't know about you, but perhaps we should work on some kind of strategy... I think we'll see some action before the end of the day. I got a look at the other Suna-shinobi that are here, let's just say that some of them doesn't look shy." her eyes trailed over her friends and stopped at the Kiri-shinobi with the large sword. He was a loud-mouth, perfect to get the ball rolling. "The swordsmen of the mist are basically melee attack-types, right?"</s> <\|message\|>Hōzuki Shingetsu Shingetsu stopped and landed on a branch as soon as he heard Ayane cried out. Second after he understood what the Suna kunoichi wanted, Shingetsu jumped down and squatted on of the rocks. "More or less. I am a close quarter specialist." He answered Ayane and started to drink from one of his water bottles</s> <\|message\|>Nathaniel (called him Nathan through out the character sheet as a shorting of his name) Moyasu oh boy it seems someone else has a idea of how We should be doing this Nathaniel thought to himself as he noticed the girl who wanted to stick behind the group point to a formation of rock's. It seemed to have a jagged edge work making it able to conceal 5 or 6 people relatively well. is that what she was planning? waiting out the 3 days in relative safety. but that idea was quickly dashed by her next word's. She wanted to take a break and talk. Why did that not appeal to Nathan in anyway shape or form. I don't know maybe its because it would be forceful interaction It necessary I know that but do i really want to do No I don't but it is a necessity Nathan thought as he let out a heavy sigh and dropped down onto the rock's. he then noticed she had summoning scroll's. this little Sunagakure Ninja, had scrolls but what did they summon? was it possible to make a contract with what she summoned. Nathaniel thought as his thoughts became slightly more childlike at the thought of summon's before returning to a more serious tone. Ayane wanted to speak to Shingetsu. oh that was fine with Nathaniel just ignore the guy carrying so many summoning scroll's still being ignored has its positive's yet their came Shingetsu with his over-sized sword. Nathaniel couldn't keep it in any longer "whats the point of being a close quarter specialist if you can't get close to the enemy?" He paused not wanting to continue his sentence so he decided to start a new one "well what can everyone else do?" he said quietly "maybe we should showcase a little?" he murmured "a little" he said barely audible before returning to silence</s>	<\|message\|>Haruhi Hikari Haruhi had already stopped nearby when on of her teammates suggested they group up and talk. With a shrug, she turned and walked over to the group, leaning lazily against one of the large rocks they were using as cover. As Shingetsu and Ayane began to talk, she wondered what kind of abilities the Suna girl had. Then Nathaniel spoke up, asking a question that seemed rather odd. Clearly as a close quarter specialist, you would approach the enemy yourself or wait to be approached before attacking. When he asked what everyone else could do, Haruhi looked around the group to see if anyone was going to speak up. He had voiced her thoughts, as she too was wondering the same thing. It would be a good idea to know the strengths and weaknesses of the people who were on your team. When it looked like no one was going to speak, she decided to. "I suppose I'm a more well rounded kind of shinobi. I adapt my fighting strategy depending on the situation. I would say I'm more of a close quarters specialist as well, as I prefer to fight with my fists. Though I may seem overly confident, I know when I can't handle a situation. If there's an enemy who I can't take on, I can take the role of support, covering my partner or sneaking up on someone and attacking from behind." She paused and thought for a moment. That pretty much summed it up. "And though I love a good spar, I don't think this is the best time for us to fight eachother. I don't know about anyone else but I don't pull my punches when I'm fighting, even when training. If one of us gets hurt while we try to show off, it could mean bad news in the long run." Haruhi kicked a small pebble that was near her foot. Though she wanted to joke around and have some fun, she knew that it was best for her to act more mature here. This time she didn't only have herself and Shingetsu to think about, but there were others who would be affected by her idiocy if she were to mess something up. There would always be a time to harass these guys later. She smirked at the thought of forcing the shy guy to hold a conversation for more than a minute.</s>
<\|description\|>Mahmoud Nobakht gonna add the major antagonist here Element: Phosphorus Age: 32 Gender: Male Appearance: Mahmoud is a short yet very slender man with Black hair and green eyes. His dark brown skin is rough and dry with years of a tough lifestyle. However, Mahmoud is always dressed in fine vestments, eagerly flaunting his wealth and power. Powers: Mahmoud is able to generate extrememly hot fires though rough friction with his skin. These flames can easily burn though flesh and bone, and incinerate most walls and barriers that get in the way. These flames are expetionally bright as well, and the fumes produced can lead to poisoning and flesh necrosis when exposed for extended time. Weapons: Mahmoud has no need for weapons, but he does keep a rough file to help get the friction to start fires. Backstory: Mahmoud Nobakht was born a lowely peasant in a povery stricken village in Afghanistan. Around the time he was 7, his father got an oppourtunity to emmigrate to nearby Iran, and so they did. During his time as a child, Mahmoud was known as a violent, agressive child. No matter how much he was scoulded or punished, Mahmoud made no progress. The people of his town often called him a devil child. When the teenage years came around, Mahmoud was shipped off, far from Iran to live with relatives in Russia. It was for the better, lest he be killed for his behavior at home. In his early adulthood, Mahmoud was little more than a common thug, working as a simple grunt in a semithreatening gang in the city of Moscow. It seemed that Mahmoud would be little more than a street thug for the rest of his life; his family giving up on him as soon as 18 rolled around, but then something happened. In an argument with a higher up gang member, Mahmoud took a swing at his adversary, his fist catching onto the worn, scratchy jacket and bursting into flames. As the man burned to Ash and bone, Mahmoud took this oppourtunity to assert his position of authority over the group. Now in control, with the power of Fire under his control, Mahmoud was able to crush all opposition before him, and establish a fortune and an empire of crime. Still, he realizes that there must be more like him, and so, Mahmoud uses his influence and power to seek out other elementals to join him.</s> <\|message\|>Mahmoud Nobakht The doors opened up upon the 5 elementals all together. Though they may not have taken notice to the tall, persian man smiling upon their presence. Mahmoud walked up to them, no fear in his face, the well dressed, slick black suit, with a tie red as the head of a matchstick. He chuckled a bit at the squabbling children as they argued and worried, though he was sure once they realized that he was in their vicinity. Josef had be right, they were indeed what he was looking for.</s> <\|message\|>Jaden Thurston/Fe - The Guardian Jaden felt a discomforting energy and looked up locking eyes with a well dressed man who smiled as he got into a crouch and stayed prepared for what might come. Aura got close to Aria, and Chloe stared as he came closer and Jaden felt a sting of anger as he smugly walked into the room. The tension began to grow as Jade watched the business man, momentarily wondering how he got into the house and found them and where Clay had run off to. "Who the hell are you?" Jaden received no answer, but the three alert elementals stared onward at him as Jaden felt his iron bangle begin to stretch and slide down into a whip, it was in that second that he heard the man laugh and an unnatural chill reached through him as he looked at the others and then at the man. Was he - or worse they - going to have to fight this man? Was he like them? Jaden looked him over and he felt that ominous aura before something clicked with him and he stared at the man in a moment of shock and fear before his eyes narrowed. "No....I remember you....." the man smiled and Jaden tensed all the while praying to anyone who would listen that the man would leave them alone for the time being - if he did that they would have a chance to escape and go into hiding. He felt the Iron on his body begin to form and wondered if just for a moment if he should stop it from forming over his teeth and to his nails - fangs and claws made of iron was a trick he had learned recently - but would he have to use it? God, he hoped not, Aura already didn't trust him and he got the feeling they were about to desperately need that trust. "We're in for a world of trouble..."</s> <\|message\|>Chloe Harper Chloe didn't know why she'd come back, but she really wished she hadn't. She'd thought her idea was a pretty damn good one, and now as she recognized Mahmoud from before, her heart sank. Great. She really really really wish she'd left. Now what were they going to do? She looked at no one but the stranger, staring him in the eyes. Her heart hammered and she struggled not to start breathing chlorine again (she'd just calmed down!), but she was determined not to look scared. Her stone-faced stare was something she took pride in. Hopefully that jackass waiter wouldn't escalate things again, or ask for life details. Maybe this fancily-dressed man wasn't meant to be scary as he came off as? Try to be calm. Just be cool. Be cool. "Um...nice tie," she said hesitantly. Unlike the possible elemental who'd started yelling on the street, she was too intimidated to flat-out ask what Mahmoud wanted. She wondered how long it would take everyone in the room to die if she just blew out some chlorine and left. What a shitty thing to think.</s> <\|message\|>Fargus Oberschmidt Central Park, New York "So, I said to him... Oh, look who it is! Hey, brother! The boys and I are over here!" "Fargus! I'm glad you and your friends are settling down well! So, how did the doctor's appointment go?" Fargus's brother, Leo, made his way over to the shaded knoll Fargus and the gang were staying on. Fargus gave his brother a warm hug and a hefty pat on the shoulder. "Ah, it turns out one of my ribs is basically all of the hard outer stuff. Like, no marrow or anything." Fargus shrugged. He knew very little about bones, but Gunther's constant lecturing about health certainly put some information in his head. "That sounds serious. Fargus, I want you to take it easy for the next few weeks. With your ribs like this, I'm certain they won't heal properly. Hey, listen... why don't we stop by my office later today? If what the doctor says is true, I'm sure I can figure out just what's wrong. So, how are your friends doing?" Peaches and Gunther shrugged. "We've been settling down easy. Haven't had any worries, all things considered!" Leo nodded, and settled down next to Peaches. "I'm glad to hear that. Hey, feel free to splurge a bit; I've got plenty of money to burn, and I'm sure you'll put it to good use. The clinic's always had its fair share of old money coming its way." "That reminds me. Why couldn't Fargus have come to you for a check-up?" "I run a geriatric clinic, Gunther. Unless Fargus is lying about his age, what I can offer wouldn't be of much use to him. I only deal with elderly patients." Leo glanced down at the lakeside, and saw a familiar face: Herschel Orenstein. "Oh, speaking of which, there's one of my clients now! Old Herschel's kind of a soursop, but you'd be surprised at how much he warms up to you if you're Jewish! Come on, I'll introduce you to him." Leo, Fargus, Peaches, and Gunther made their way down to where Herschel Orenstein was. Leo, being the one most familiar to Herschel, greeted him. "Hello, Mister Orenstein! I'm glad to see that you're out and about, despite your condition! I'd like to introduce you to my brothers: Fargus, Peaches, and Gunther! They've just recently emigrated from Scotland, so I've been showing them around! So, how have you been doing?"</s> <\|message\|>Jaden Thurston/Fe - The Guardian Jaden watched the man as he refused to answer - only smiling at them in a way that should have been fatherly, but was simply making his skin crawl - He smelt a chemical and instantly knew this man was one of them, and it outright terrified him. The others were watching, Aria barely awake as she frightfully watched the man in the doorway. As this took place Jaden's mind began to fly into panic mode. There were four of them, perfectly capable of taking him down if they pounced all at once - but with all the back and forth on trust between him and the three girls there was no way that was going to happen - therefore, he felt some discontent with what they could possibly do to stave off this man. Then he heard Chloe muttering to herself and he focused on that while keeping his eyes on the man and his options open. There was fireplace cleaners and pokers by his side all made entirely of pure iron - he could easily use that if he wanted but he knew there was only so much that would come of that. His eyes remained trained as he tried to hear what the Chlorine Elemental was saying. "Chlorine....Iron...and...what else..." His mind flew to his father's chemistry work, his work in Alchemical History and his memory fixed on a term used in his textbook in high school prior to him coming to Oxford. The combination reaction between Chlorine and his own element - a type of flamable gas that would very much come in handy - if they survived the colorful blast. He considered it and felt himself shake in tension as he reasoned it out. The man was still keeping his eyes on them and that meant talking was out of the question, but getting huddled close to one another wasn't. Therefore, Jaden made a slight motion towards Chloe who was near to Aura - the three of them on an arms length from each other. He got close to Chloe and the girl stared at him on shock while he kept his eyes on him and his mind settled on trying to figure out what he could possibly do. "If I activate my element and she breathes out the gas....then...maybe we can make that light a match term literal....please Chloe, take the hint!"</s> <\|message\|>Herschel Orenstein/ Greyhound Hershel was napping. His head laid at the back of his wheel-chair and was slightly propped against his right shoulder. What with the weather at this time, truly it was the best time to sleep. For Herschel already fed the pigeons he wanted to feed. With a loud snore he suddenly woke back up, as he reached back for his respirator. He grabbed the mask attached to the apparatus and took a few deep breaths in. He then placed the mask on his lap right next to his satchel. He turned to glance at the youngster, "See, didn't mind ya at all." He peered his eyes as he realized Dr Leo was there. He gave a soft smile as he slowly moved his wheel-chair closer to Leo. "Doc, you Haimisher mensch, didn't expect you out here." Before he decided to answer Leo's question, he peered at the group next to him. "Your brothers huh, so this is your Mishpocha? Scotland you say? That isn't the most kosher place." He peered at Fargus, Peaches, and Gunther for a few moments, judging them of their worth. He slowly lifted up his left hand and wagged his index finger, "You boys attending your Synagogue? The temples here are far better than, Scotland. I'd be surprised if there was even a single temple there. I hope you kids are doctors, you don't wanna disappoint your grandmotha do ya?" He glanced at Leo as he spoke up, "How am I? Today seems to be going alright, but I know I'm gonna be disappointed by the end of it! Oh my grandkids will fail to leave a single message for me. I'm bound to run into some zhlubs with their pants down around their ankles, and playing on their skateboards on the sidewalks." Herschel shook his head, "Damn kids these days. Bit of a pain in my neck, but other than that, all seems relatively normal. You got me on the schedule now for my next appointment don'tcha? It seems to be the only time my kids seem to contact me. 'Oh Herschel, have you made sure you got your check-up?'. Feh, but they never seem to have the time to just go to a delicatessen and have some nice corned beef, or some soup." Herschel frowned at the thought.</s>	<\|message\|>Mahmoud Nobakht Mahmoud spoke up as the elementals seemed to be getting suspicious of his presence. "My apologies if I have upset you, I was merely responding to a phone call that my associate had made to me." Mahmoud adjusted his tie, before opening his jacket to show he was not armed (as far as they could tell). "You see, I'm the leader of a group that is in need of people with special talents. Talents like yours. I assure you that my company pays well, and I am free with my money when it comes to my close companions." Mahmoud spoke confidently. Outside, a group of 5 of Mahmoud's personal guardsmen, a hodgepodge of russian gansters, ex iranian soldiers, Afghans from tribal groups and even a few ex extremists now allied only to Mahmoud's fortune. Ready to raid in if their leader gave the signal.</s>
<\|description\|>Chloe Harper Element: Chlorine (Gotta love alliteration) Age: 21 Gender: Female Appearance: Stands at about 5'1, not very curvy but has a pretty athletic build and well-defined muscles. Unusual vivid green eyes and short black hair with dark skin. Big lips, usually wears bright red lipstick. She wears green most of the time. Powers: She instantly kills any bacteria or other pathogens on any surface she touches with her fingertips, so she's good as a medic. Also can exhale toxins at will that cause immediate blistering and irritation, in the lungs, as well as horrible agony, and death if exposure lasts long enough. I did a little reading for this and I read that something called a "chlorine iron fire" exists, which I didn't know about. Maybe if someone makes a character for iron, they can kick ass together? Weapons: n/a Backstory: Chloe's life before her powers developed was pretty normal and boring, although she has a history of being kind of germophobic and has always been an excellent swimmer. Her toxic breath had to be mastered over time: she first realized she had powers at all (since it's a little hard to realize you've just killed every microorganism on whatever you've touched) when she was walking home stupidly in the dark one day after a party and a young man who was following her startled her from behind, activating her toxic breath. He ended up dying. She struggles with a lot of guilt about this.</s> <\|message\|>Mahmoud Nobakht Mahmoud Nobakht Mahmoud reclined in his chair, a puff of smoke from his cigar wafted in to the air as he awaited the reports from his informants. Mahmoud was a busy man, it took much time to maintain the secrecy and the fluidity of his organizations work. But these were not the reasons for his meeting today. There were other matter that Mahmoud had interest in. This informant was one of many who worked between the nations of the EU for Mamhoud, seeking out others that, like Mamoud himself, had certain powers. Powers that were of great interest to the crime lord. "Mr. Nobakht, I belive I have some information that is of interest for you." said the informant, triumphantly reporting on his catch. "We have heard reports of a guy who hits up places in the EU, he robs places and when the cops come, place is frozen up. No one has been able to catch him, but I got someone tracking him and reporting back to me. If we're lucky we'll find him, but it might take a while; he never stays in one place understandably." Mahmoud smiled and tossed some rubles at the Informant. "Do you have any idea where he might be at the moment?" "Nowhere specific, but we suspect somewhere in Central Europe" Mahmoud nodded his head, "You have done well" Alessandra Guillory Alessa's body shot up as she awoke, looking down to see she had fallen asleep studying again. She groaned before looking over to the clock and gasping. "Shit!" she screamed, grabbing for her backpack, only for her bags and homework to spill out all over the floor. Alessa groaned loudly before shambling to the floor to straighten out her papers. Once in order, Alessa bolted out the door, slamming it shut behind her as she sprinted out of the apartment complex and towards the campus halls. "Fuck, fuck, fucking fuck not again. He's going to kill me if I'm late again." she muttered to herself as she made her way thought the living wall of students and into the hall. Archaeology class had already began, the professor in the middle of a lecture on the alchemical artifacts of Islamic Egypt. As the pointer made its way to a primitive distiller, Alessa tried to sneak in unnoticed in the back row. It didn't work. "Ah, late again Miss Guillory?" Alessa groaned as she hid her face behind her purple backpack in shame. Not again, not again. Maybe buying an alarm would be a good idea, assuming she didn't accidentally kill anyone when she tried to plug it in. Alessa tuned into the dissertation on the Muslim Chemists. Chemistry, ugh, how she hated chemistry. Too much math, too much dangerous chemicals. Archaeology was safe, and just her kind of thing.</s> <\|message\|>Fa Marie Ra lifted up her eyepatch, looking at the mass amounts of scarring around where here should be. It was an ugly area of her face. And her eye had been damaged without any hope of repair. Stabbed and mutilated beyond belief. But, this wouldn't stop Ra from living life as best as she could. And with that she walked out of her dorm room, heading to the first class of the day she had. --- Fa sat on his bed. His first class wouldn't start for another twenty minuets. So Fa had a hood five minuets before he would have to leave for it. He thought about his sister. Her sweet blue eyes and lilac hair. How they had played as children. But that had been years ago. And Fa doubted that Ra looked the same as she had the last time he had seen her. But for now Fa had to prepare for chemistry class. An ironic class for someone like Fa. Francium.</s>	<\|message\|>Chloe Harper The smell of chlorine wafted into Chloe's nostrils as she sat at the edge of the large, rec-center pool that she'd just spent the last two hours swimming in. She used to love the smell, but now she wasn't so sure. Chlorine had been the smell that hung in the air after she killed that poor guy, who had stalked her through the darkness after the party. Half of her wanted to run straight to the police station and turn herself in, but the other half doubted the police would quite believe that she had killed a man with her breath. She took her feet out of the pool and halfheartedly dried herself. Sitting at the pool and thinking about that night wouldn't help her get over anything. It was an accident. Just an accident, she repeated to herself mentally, but she couldn't help the relief that washed over her when the smell of the swimming pool finally faded to nothing.</s>
<\|description\|>Chloe Harper Element: Chlorine (Gotta love alliteration) Age: 21 Gender: Female Appearance: Stands at about 5'1, not very curvy but has a pretty athletic build and well-defined muscles. Unusual vivid green eyes and short black hair with dark skin. Big lips, usually wears bright red lipstick. She wears green most of the time. Powers: She instantly kills any bacteria or other pathogens on any surface she touches with her fingertips, so she's good as a medic. Also can exhale toxins at will that cause immediate blistering and irritation, in the lungs, as well as horrible agony, and death if exposure lasts long enough. I did a little reading for this and I read that something called a "chlorine iron fire" exists, which I didn't know about. Maybe if someone makes a character for iron, they can kick ass together? Weapons: n/a Backstory: Chloe's life before her powers developed was pretty normal and boring, although she has a history of being kind of germophobic and has always been an excellent swimmer. Her toxic breath had to be mastered over time: she first realized she had powers at all (since it's a little hard to realize you've just killed every microorganism on whatever you've touched) when she was walking home stupidly in the dark one day after a party and a young man who was following her startled her from behind, activating her toxic breath. He ended up dying. She struggles with a lot of guilt about this.</s> <\|message\|>Alessandra Guillory Alessandra Guillory As Alessa and her guest were lead into the dining room, she couldn't help but notice the clothing she and Jason were dressed in. Obviously not as formal as she would like, but it wasn't like she could really get much better from the clothes brought to a paleontological dig site. Still, she had not expected the level of formality that was conveyed by the environment around her. The simple sundress was certainly nice, a blue dress with a white floral pattern on it. Jason had dressed even less formally, simply in a white t-shirt and jeans. Alessa took her seat, waiting for the host to make his appearance. As he did, Alessa was certainly impressed by his dress. The red stood out and was definitely memorable. Alessa made a small gesture at him, and flashed a smile. "Hello there, I'm Alessandra. It's nice to meet you again, under better circumstances." She smiled again, trying to find words and carry on the conversation; talking was not her strong suit, but she would try her best. "Thank you for inviting us to dinner, we appreciated it very much"</s> <\|message\|>Chloe Harper Chloe squinted but didn't comment on the blast of wind that slapped her in the face. Instead she let go of Dan's hand and moved to get her hair out of her face. If it had looked bad this morning, it was terrible now. "It looks like the best option we have is someone's crazy aunt," she muttered. The most attractive option right now was to nap on the way and tune everyone out, but for now, she kept her eyes open. She didn't want Dan (who she still couldn't believe she'd sat next to) to try anything.</s> <\|message\|>Tecumseh Kawacatoose Tecumseh beamed and slipped out of his jacket, putting it on the back of his chair, and joined the couple at the table. Thank you for coming, I wasn't sure you'd come. The waiter arrived to take their drink orders, he seemed to skip Tecumseh, but that was only because everyone who worked in the kitchen knew that Tecumseh drank only one thing with his meals, a strong herbal tea, only lightly sweetened with exactly five ice-cubes. He was oddly specific in many things, but none of it was particularly strange aside from it being so specific, so no one really minded. After the waiter left, Tecumseh picked up the conversation where he'd left off. My name is Tecumseh Kawacatoose, but most simply call me Tecum[TEH-cum], and what is your name young man? The waiter returned with their drinks as ordered, and Tecumseh took a long swig from his tea, he hadn't realized just how thirsty he was until he had a drink in front of him. He hadn't had anything to eat or drink since breakfast that morning as a matter of fact. The waiter merely smiled and shook his head when he saw Tecum's glass already two-thirds empty, as he fetched the man a second glass.</s> <\|message\|>Rad Dan (Daniel Radkowski) Dan sighed. "Crazy aunt it is, I guess. You lookin' fohwahd to it? I shoah ain't. Aftah this, we get to do my plan, roit? The goin' ta Sarasota one? Because I'm still invested in seein' a Skunk Ape." He looked at Chloe, and frowned. "You okay? Ya look... Non-plussed. Like you don't like spendin' time with me. Is theyah somethin' in my teeth? Oah do you just not like me?" This was really bothering him, now. How could he romance a classy dame who didn't want a gent like him? "I'll have ya know I'd treat ya right..."</s> <\|message\|>Chrome Chrome The Chromium Element As Chrome was brooding over the short-coming's and advantages of his Element, he vaguely noticed the sound of a train in the distance. Chromium isn't useless if I could just find a way to utilize it. Where and When. I don't know. How, I don't know and How I don't know is what I need to learn. I simply must. Chrome thought. He was constantly wondering how useless or how useful his abilities were. It was an obsession that was almost Bi-Polar. 'WHOOSH' Chrome felt the ground vibrating under his feet as the front of the train appeared in Chrome's vision. He realized that he was standing directly on the train tracks and thanked whatever being must instigate the universe for his hearing. He stepped out of the way when I sudden inspiration caught him by surprise. He had many a time's been caught hitch hiking on trains because he currently does not own a home, but would they see him if he was attached to the side? Chrome took a few steps back as he prepared for a jump. The train grew closer. He tensed his legs to the best of his ability, although it was in vain because his muscles made of Chromium were more similar to gears that regular humans. This is insane, you'll kill yourself a voice of reason echoed through Chromes brain. If I was going to die, I would've a long time ago Chrome thought to himself. He almost smiled as he realized he was talking to himself. Almost. As chrome soared through the air and changed his magnetic field to attach to the train, he realized seemingly for the first time that metal on metal is not a pretty sound. He tried to turn but it was too late as he attached to the side of the train making a heavy 'Clang' noise "Damnit!" Chrome, although quietly, said.</s> <\|message\|>Chloe Harper "No it's not that...um, it's...It's nothing." She made herself smile. "I like you just fine, it's just that it's a little weird being walking home from the rec center one day and fleeing the country with a bunch of people I hardly know the next." It couldn't hurt to be a little more friendly, could it? "Let's go on a walk or something once we get to Italy, okay?" Chloe could hardly believe herself. Agreeing to a date with a stranger. It just wasn't in her nature! She was brought out of her stunned self-reflection by a loud noise. It sounded like something big, heavy and metallic colliding with the train, and it sent her into a small freak-out, with her eyes going wide and her face losing a little of its color. She leaped out of her seat, a tendril of faint green-yellow gas flowing from her nostrils and sinking to the ground. She was putting out too much. "Open the window," she whispered to Dan. Her voice shook.</s> <\|message\|>Rad Dan (Daniel Radkowski) "AGH FUCK!" Dan shook himself back to his senses. "Whatevah the fuck that was... I'm checkin' it out!" and with that, Dan opened the window, only to get... Less of a blast of air than before. Something was buffeting the wind by the window. Dan took a peek out, only to see some kind of... Metal man. While Dan was in the mood for a lot of shit, he was not in the mood for this particular shit. "Hey, you! Fuckah who's blockin' the screamin' winds that should be tearin' my face off! Get off the train! Oah get in heah!" He made room for the disturbed... thing to enter. "Situation's totally undah control."</s> <\|message\|>Chrome Chrome The Chromium Element Chrome eyed Dan disdainfully and immediately had a disliking for the person, and it wasn't because of how imminently rude he was. For a strange reason, it seemed not to bother him that he was seen as a Tony Stark rip off by the guy. His disliking aside, he realized that he felt a sense of importance in the car Dan shouted from. Chrome decided he would check out what was the fuss. He changed his magnetic pulses to swing across the train into the car in a matter of seconds. As he peeked through the window, he realized that it was quite possible that some of these people might be other Elements, he was familiar with the sensation he felt when an element is exposed to him. "Could I get a lil' help here. The damned thing isn't open wide enough." Chrome said to the car, oblivious to the fact that he probably looked kind of silly trying to climb in through the window.</s> <\|message\|>Jaden Thurston/Fe - The Guardian "First of all, what are you doing? Secondly, my name is Jaden! And lastly Maria is not my aunt! she's just my father's old friend." God what was he even doing? Aria was the one who at current had him worried. He sighed and felt a sudden urge to bash his head against something. Dan was doing something with the window, Chloe....he wasn't even sure. Aura - he didn't even want to know. "What am I doing by agreeing to go globe trodding with these people? And on top of that they don't seem to keen on talking at the moment...not that I blame them in all honesty...." They had been forced away from family, and were left running away from a psycho who could do unmentionable things to them if he got them. Right now though he felt guilty. Aria and Aura hadn't wanted this to happen - he hadn't wanted to force them away from their parents - Jaden was also positive that Chloe and Dan had family potentially looking for them or wondering why they hadn't come home yet. They couldn't contact them in case something happened and they were tailed, none of them could connect to the others who knew them to let them know that they were okay. "When we get to Italy...Maria can probably show us what to do and help us get to America...she may even know where we'll be safest....so lets just try and keep ourselves calm and get through this...I think we can avoid that man as long as we're careful." Careful, how much more careful could they be? Changing their appearances, their names, nationalities, and their potential futures. What would they do if people found their families? Even Jaden had relatives he didn't want to see get caught up in this mess - but what could they honestly do? Nothing, and it made him feel pathetic. "Just wait it out, we can make it through these trials so long as we keep looking forward."</s> <\|message\|>Saya Byakko Saya frowned as her bangs fell into her eyes. She at current was sitting at a train station waiting on a group of very frustrating, annoying, and damn near sneaky brats. Saya knew it would be a bit hard to sort things out with the group but she had never thought that tailing a group of people would be this hard! She puffed out her cheeks and looked around her as people gossiped a bit at her appearance. She narrowed her eyes and leaned back against the bench. "So....Jaden, the Iron Elemental....Aria and Aura Thomas - the Hydrogen and Helium users....and the other two....damn Toshiro! Why is it they were the only ones we could get the names of!" She tisked at the fact that the man seemed to be able to get so much, but at the same time - completely fail. "Naze....watashi?" she glanced at the sky through the window she was near, her gold eyes catching the rays. So far she had been half way to getting near Italy and then was called by Toshiro to head back towards the area of England - they would stop near Heathrow, get on a boat, and then be to Italy. How they were going to do that she had no idea, but she really hoped that they were able to avoid being detected. "Ever since that broadcast in New York City went off....I've been getting a bad feeling...." She sighed and looked at the large old clock on the wall and puffed out her cheeks. "Naze....watashi...." she asked why she had to deal with all this insanity, but knew someone had to. "I guess this is going to pay off but....WHY THE HELL DID I GET THE HARD HEADED SNEAKY ONES?!" Her face flushed in irritation and she took a deep breath. This was going to be a long wait.</s>	<\|message\|>Chloe Harper For a moment all Chloe seemed capable of doing was stare dumbfounded at the man who was trying to climb into the window. She bristled with distrust and blew out one last breath of chlorine, which either went out the window or floated toward the ground. Deep breaths, deep breaths. If he turns out to be a bad guy...we'll handle it later. What a terrible plan! Still, she grabbed Chrome by an arm and pulled with all her might. He was so heavy she thought that her arms would pop from their sockets, and a frustrated look came across her face. She hoped that Dan had been speaking sarcastically when he'd said that the situation was under control.</s>
<\|description\|>Chloe Harper Element: Chlorine (Gotta love alliteration) Age: 21 Gender: Female Appearance: Stands at about 5'1, not very curvy but has a pretty athletic build and well-defined muscles. Unusual vivid green eyes and short black hair with dark skin. Big lips, usually wears bright red lipstick. She wears green most of the time. Powers: She instantly kills any bacteria or other pathogens on any surface she touches with her fingertips, so she's good as a medic. Also can exhale toxins at will that cause immediate blistering and irritation, in the lungs, as well as horrible agony, and death if exposure lasts long enough. I did a little reading for this and I read that something called a "chlorine iron fire" exists, which I didn't know about. Maybe if someone makes a character for iron, they can kick ass together? Weapons: n/a Backstory: Chloe's life before her powers developed was pretty normal and boring, although she has a history of being kind of germophobic and has always been an excellent swimmer. Her toxic breath had to be mastered over time: she first realized she had powers at all (since it's a little hard to realize you've just killed every microorganism on whatever you've touched) when she was walking home stupidly in the dark one day after a party and a young man who was following her startled her from behind, activating her toxic breath. He ended up dying. She struggles with a lot of guilt about this.</s> <\|message\|>Talia Molina Alessandra Gillory Alessa simply sat vacant faced at the table across from Tecumseh. She was in a mix of shock and...well she didn't quite have a name for the other emotion. The girl took a bite of her pie, before speaking once more. "So, Is there a reason you brought me here to explain that? I could assume tou just wanted to get to know another elemental around here but Im guessing thats not it at all?" In reality Alessandra had little interest in continuing the talk of elements, but she was a bit curious. Zaynab Rousani Zaynab had finished her meal and was about ready to return to her room. She had eaten a lot, savoring her first real meal in years. As she walked into the hallway, she felt a strange sensation. Like...someome near her was not right. She turned sharply towards the feeling and her eyes landed on Lithe. She didn't know who he was, but she could feel something off about him. Zaynab simply stood there, watching him. Talia Molina Near where Dan had landed, Talia was searching out the surrounding area for any signs of her target, the rogue element. She liked to call him MatchBox due to his element. She giggled to herself before walking closer to the train tracks. As she aproached the track, Talia felt the ground shake as the train aproached. Odd, the train was supposed to have stopped at the nearby station. She she moved closer to look, Talia jumped back as a man whent flying through the window, landing near her in a pile of glass. Talia instictively ran up to see if he was okay. <Voi! Siete male? Come è il braccio?> she asked him in Italian, checking to see if he had broken anything.</s> <\|message\|>Chrome Chrome The Chromium Element Chrome looked around at his destruction, satisfied that he got the message through to the other Element's of why he was NOT to be screwed with. However, he was still furious at Jan. However, Chloe made a wonderful point and Chrome was positive that he wanted to follow through now in a slightly different way. He raised his arms and a gash opened in the side of the train, and Chrome felt a tang of fatigue. He was using up his energy AND he was causing a magnet storm. As thus, he wished to finish quickly. "Pool Tool is right, my quarrel is with no one but Nitrogen himself." Chrome said as he walked towards Jan. He felt the stinging of Nitrogen gas as natural reaction struggled to coat his skin with oxide, but he still carried forward towards Jan. He released the brakes of the train and it stopped, then started moving backwards as if something was pushing it, but Chrome was just magnifying the steel on the train tracks to pull it back into the station. Chrome was really getting tired now, and the Magnet storm was now pushing him around. Chrome let go of the things being expelled out of the train car and grabbed Jan, attempting to throw him out the Gash in the wall. "We'll finish this outside" Chrome said. Lithe The Lithium Element As Lithe stumbled through the resort trying the many luxuries, he noticed that there was a certain rumbling going on inside his stomach, one that meant that he had to eat. Lithe frowned, he wanted to finish exploring and mentally mapping the resort. With a simple sigh he stepped away from the pool he was currently next to and made his way to the Dining room he'd past before. It was becoming agitating that he was still confined to such primitive needs, Lithe knew it was extremely vain but his powers gave him such a sense of self pride that he found it difficult to agree with doing much more that was the richest most well known human beings would do and then more. He however knew that he had to eat and while he still was required to cope with that he was sure to do it elegantly. He was currently wearing a black suit and his silk mask that covered his mouth as he entered the room and sat down at a table. He was already booked for a meal and such did not have to ask for a table. As a waiter came by, he caught a glimpse of a table full of what appeared to be businessmen at the far side of the room. He smiled to himself, there would be plenty of work to do here. He looked down towards his lap and took out a cell phone just to check the time when the waiter came, right on time. "Ah, yes.. Surprise me Signor. I don't hold any tongue for what's offered here yet" He said as if he carried a slight Italian accent, looking straight at the waiter. His eyes carried much more however than just a request for a meal, and the waiter didn't stay to decipher why Lithe's eyes were so harsh. It was a good decision, most people who do that don't live long enough to learn why.</s> <\|message\|>Rad Dan (Daniel Radkowski) Dan looked up to see what appeared to be a teenage girl in a Sailor Moon shirt asking him something in Italian. Dan did not speak Italian. Nor did he tend to jump out of trains, so he decided that this was the first time for both. Coughing a little bit, he started to speak. "Uh... Pizza, pasta, bongioahno, monsignioah, uh... Fuck it. I think you said somethin' that sounded like 'break', so I'll just assume ya asked if I broke somethin'. I didn't. I'm fine. And, uh, yeah. Please tell me you ain't anothah one of them supahfreaks. Oah the govahment. Oah one o' them secret Alien Lizahd Jews that runs the global economy. Don't be any a' those things. Please."</s> <\|message\|>Tecumseh Kawacatoose The ignorance of youth... Tecumseh sighed and wondered just what to tell Alessandra. He would tell her the truth, he knew that, but how much of it could she handle? She already seemed to be under a lot of stress and adding to that burden would accomplish nothing good. Start small then, Tecumseh glanced at his plate as he took another bite himself, almost swallowing the small bite whole. I wanted to be certain that you were what I thought you might be. And if you were, to let you know you weren't the only one in the world and warn you that life would be difficult for you because you are not like most people. People fear what they do not understand, and they do not understand any of us. I've been on the path you've only just started to walk, all my life. It is a hard path, full of fear, hate, and pain. The broadcast from NY is going to escalate things rather quickly. It is neither wise nor safe to share your skills with anyone you don't trust with your life. So consider carefully what you will do now. What you do now is up to you. Choose your steps wisely. Tecumseh returns to his food, letting Alessandra consider the information she'd just been given. He knew her life had been difficult and that it was about to get much harder, thanks to the nuts in NY. He hoped she'd escape the notice of those that were now inevitably looking for elementals, but knew it was a matter of time before she found herself surrounded by probes, wires and tubes.</s> <\|message\|>Talia Molina Alessandra Guillory Alessa maintained her displeased expression for a minute, before softening up. "Well...Thank you, I guess" Alessa continued to eat, trying to clear her mind of the information placed before her. She remained silent for the most part, waiting for anyone else to speak up. Jason wanted to, but still wasn't sure just how to lighten up the situation. So he too, just sat in silence. Alessandra finally spoke up once more after her bout of speechlessness. "I think I should get back to the dig site, thank you for the meal." She said, standing up and pushing her chair back into place. Jason simply got up as well, no objection, barely any show of emotion from him. Talia Molina "Well, I'm not an alien lizard, but I am a Jew with a goverment job" Talia replied mockingly in English, "Hope that's okay". She spoke with a sardonic smile as she looked over Dan. "Here, let me help you with that," She said as she reached into her bag and pulled out a first aid kit. If Dan would let her, Talia was going to bandage up the cuts from the glass, maybe wash out the particularly bad ones with some alcohol and antibiotics, and run a blood test on some sample's she'd snag from him during that. Then, it caught her attention that the train had suddenly come to a full stop, and then it was moving...backwards? This just screams elemental activity, Talia thought to herself as she watched it. "Hey, you mind telling me what's going on on that train?" she asked Dan, pointing to it as it rolled back past them.</s> <\|message\|>Rad Dan (Daniel Radkowski) Dan allowed himself to be cleaned up by the kind, though Jewish, young girl. "Allow me to describe foah you what's goin' on in that train. You got a man made outta metal who named himself aftah that Google Browsah fightin' with a man who breathes nitrogen oah somethin'. Theyah's also two sistahs, one who sweats balloon juice and one who sweats hydrogen, a balls a' steel fella named "Jerry", and a beautiful young woman who is completely flawless. They'ah all watchin' from the sidelines. Now then, if you'ah satisfied that I'm psychotic, I think ya can take yoah leave now. Oah not, if ya want to hang around to watch some moah pointless fights between supah powah'd freaks."</s> <\|message\|>Jan Popov While he was laying on the ground, Jan was able to pull his remaining glove off with his teeth as Chrome stopped throwing metal around the train. He continued to lay on the ground until the metal man grabbed him by the coat and pull him to his feet. It was at that moment that the Nitrogen element slipped out of his white coat and staggered away from his enemy to get some distance between them. He grabbed the metal lodged in his shoulder and gritted his teeth as it was pulled out and fresh pain shot through his body followed by a new pain of frostbite setting in to stop the bleeding and covered the wound with a thin layer of ice. "Now then, how about we have a fair fight like gentlemen." Jan told the man as he straightened his vest and moved into a boxer stance with both hands held up in front of his while bouncing on the balls of his feet ready for anything that Chrome would throw at him. This wasn't Jan's first time in a fight and in his time he became skilled with some stand up fighting. He did enjoy his unfair advantage when it came to hand to hand combat with each time he hit his opponent with bare fists that spot if bare skin caused frostbite and if clothes, they became damp with cooled nitrogen molecules.</s> <\|message\|>Tecumseh Kawacatoose Tecumseh finished his shepherd's pie in silence and was about to call in dessert when the other two rose, announcing their intent to leave. That wouldn't bother him, he'd meant exactly what he said. He wasn't about to tell either of them how to live their lives, but he knew Alessandra needed to be warned that things were going to get worse. Having someone at the site to help smooth over any ruffles would be good for her as well. He knew it was a lot to dump on their shoulders, but they were young, they would find a way to survive, just as he had. Dessert is on it's way if you want it. You know where to find me if you need me.</s>	<\|message\|>Chloe Harper Chloe's eyes moved of their own accord to the gaping hole in the side of the train. It wasn't going too fast. She could probably find Dan and make sure he was alright if she managed to, well, not break anything on the way out. A pale green cloud hissed from her mouth as she watched the situation continue to escalate. Well, she'd sort of done what she could. Now or never. She didn't want to get a piece of metal stuck through her brain, or the effects of contact with supercooled nitrogen. "Adios," she said, edging around Chrome carefully. She jumped out of the train and rolled gracefully(?!) along the ground while covering her head to prevent any smashing of her precious skull on impact. When she finally stopped, a dull ache groaned in her ribcage...but it could have been a lot worse than the bruises that Chloe knew would be coming around to haunt her soon. Stiffly, she got to her feet, dusted herself off, cast a worried glance at the train that was now speeding away, and sauntered along the side of the track toward Dan and a girl who had apparently seen far too much for one day.</s>
<\|description\|>Jan Popov Element: Nitrogen Age: 22 Gender: Male Appearance: Powers: Jan is able to freeze an object or person just by bare touch or by breathing on them with his super cooled breath. His has an extremely low body temperature which allows him to be nearly undetectable to infrared detectors and is subject to slow aging as a side effect of Nitrogen preservative factor which also allows him to be protected from most strong acids. Jan also has the ability to exhale pure nitrogen as anyone else would exhale carbon dioxide which is the reason for his specially crafted gas mask which filters the nitrogen allowing him to enter buildings without making people blackout. Weapons: N/A Backstory: Jan was born in Belgium into a middle-class family and for the early years of his life had a normal childhood. When he entered his teen years and discovered his powers, he had no problem using them to get into trouble which the locals in his town. He was known for breaking into peoples houses and stealing valuables to sell for some quick cash. At the age of 17 he ran away from his house as the next day he was going to be locked up as people were soon starting to fear his powers in the town he grew up in. Jan has been traveling the world ever since causing trouble where ever he went as he slowly build up his reputation as an international criminal.</s> <\|message\|>Jan Popov Jan knew that Chrome would not be happy with his sword being broken but did not expect him to go completely ballistic and start tearing the train apart. He watched Dan jump out the window with a raised eyebrow as he questioned his reasons. "That could not possible be a good idea." He muttered to himself before being struck in the face with a small piece of flying metal. Lucky for him the mask took most of the damage but the unlucky part about that meant that the special nitrogen filter within the mask was destroyed which allowed him to safely exhale nitrogen and trust that it would be released into the air slowly as to prevent a massive build up within a confined space. He pulled the mask off his face since he couldn't see with the cracked glass and exhaled a white smoke from his mouth which quickly disappeared as his nitrogen breath warmed to room temperature. He then noticed the Chlorine was still standing in between himself and Chrome which was another bad idea. This group just loves their bad ideas. The thought ran through his mind as he grabbed the girl by the shoulder shoulder with his one gloved hand and pulled her behind him to shield her from the flying pieces of metal. "If we make it out of this you definitely owe me one." Jan said into her ear right before a foot long sharp piece of metal pierced the back of his right shoulder and stayed there causing him to hiss in pain. Nitrogen let go of Chloe clutching his shoulder as he slumped to the ground with blood staining his white suit and chlorine gas surrounding him. He was in to much pain to regulate the amount of nitrogen gas that was released which was possible to only thing that was able to keep him safe from the gas as his own heavy breathing displaced the air around him keeping the chlorine at bay for the time being.</s> <\|message\|>Talia Molina Alessandra Gillory Alessa simply sat vacant faced at the table across from Tecumseh. She was in a mix of shock and...well she didn't quite have a name for the other emotion. The girl took a bite of her pie, before speaking once more. "So, Is there a reason you brought me here to explain that? I could assume tou just wanted to get to know another elemental around here but Im guessing thats not it at all?" In reality Alessandra had little interest in continuing the talk of elements, but she was a bit curious. Zaynab Rousani Zaynab had finished her meal and was about ready to return to her room. She had eaten a lot, savoring her first real meal in years. As she walked into the hallway, she felt a strange sensation. Like...someome near her was not right. She turned sharply towards the feeling and her eyes landed on Lithe. She didn't know who he was, but she could feel something off about him. Zaynab simply stood there, watching him. Talia Molina Near where Dan had landed, Talia was searching out the surrounding area for any signs of her target, the rogue element. She liked to call him MatchBox due to his element. She giggled to herself before walking closer to the train tracks. As she aproached the track, Talia felt the ground shake as the train aproached. Odd, the train was supposed to have stopped at the nearby station. She she moved closer to look, Talia jumped back as a man whent flying through the window, landing near her in a pile of glass. Talia instictively ran up to see if he was okay. <Voi! Siete male? Come è il braccio?> she asked him in Italian, checking to see if he had broken anything.</s> <\|message\|>Chrome Chrome The Chromium Element Chrome looked around at his destruction, satisfied that he got the message through to the other Element's of why he was NOT to be screwed with. However, he was still furious at Jan. However, Chloe made a wonderful point and Chrome was positive that he wanted to follow through now in a slightly different way. He raised his arms and a gash opened in the side of the train, and Chrome felt a tang of fatigue. He was using up his energy AND he was causing a magnet storm. As thus, he wished to finish quickly. "Pool Tool is right, my quarrel is with no one but Nitrogen himself." Chrome said as he walked towards Jan. He felt the stinging of Nitrogen gas as natural reaction struggled to coat his skin with oxide, but he still carried forward towards Jan. He released the brakes of the train and it stopped, then started moving backwards as if something was pushing it, but Chrome was just magnifying the steel on the train tracks to pull it back into the station. Chrome was really getting tired now, and the Magnet storm was now pushing him around. Chrome let go of the things being expelled out of the train car and grabbed Jan, attempting to throw him out the Gash in the wall. "We'll finish this outside" Chrome said. Lithe The Lithium Element As Lithe stumbled through the resort trying the many luxuries, he noticed that there was a certain rumbling going on inside his stomach, one that meant that he had to eat. Lithe frowned, he wanted to finish exploring and mentally mapping the resort. With a simple sigh he stepped away from the pool he was currently next to and made his way to the Dining room he'd past before. It was becoming agitating that he was still confined to such primitive needs, Lithe knew it was extremely vain but his powers gave him such a sense of self pride that he found it difficult to agree with doing much more that was the richest most well known human beings would do and then more. He however knew that he had to eat and while he still was required to cope with that he was sure to do it elegantly. He was currently wearing a black suit and his silk mask that covered his mouth as he entered the room and sat down at a table. He was already booked for a meal and such did not have to ask for a table. As a waiter came by, he caught a glimpse of a table full of what appeared to be businessmen at the far side of the room. He smiled to himself, there would be plenty of work to do here. He looked down towards his lap and took out a cell phone just to check the time when the waiter came, right on time. "Ah, yes.. Surprise me Signor. I don't hold any tongue for what's offered here yet" He said as if he carried a slight Italian accent, looking straight at the waiter. His eyes carried much more however than just a request for a meal, and the waiter didn't stay to decipher why Lithe's eyes were so harsh. It was a good decision, most people who do that don't live long enough to learn why.</s> <\|message\|>Rad Dan (Daniel Radkowski) Dan looked up to see what appeared to be a teenage girl in a Sailor Moon shirt asking him something in Italian. Dan did not speak Italian. Nor did he tend to jump out of trains, so he decided that this was the first time for both. Coughing a little bit, he started to speak. "Uh... Pizza, pasta, bongioahno, monsignioah, uh... Fuck it. I think you said somethin' that sounded like 'break', so I'll just assume ya asked if I broke somethin'. I didn't. I'm fine. And, uh, yeah. Please tell me you ain't anothah one of them supahfreaks. Oah the govahment. Oah one o' them secret Alien Lizahd Jews that runs the global economy. Don't be any a' those things. Please."</s> <\|message\|>Tecumseh Kawacatoose The ignorance of youth... Tecumseh sighed and wondered just what to tell Alessandra. He would tell her the truth, he knew that, but how much of it could she handle? She already seemed to be under a lot of stress and adding to that burden would accomplish nothing good. Start small then, Tecumseh glanced at his plate as he took another bite himself, almost swallowing the small bite whole. I wanted to be certain that you were what I thought you might be. And if you were, to let you know you weren't the only one in the world and warn you that life would be difficult for you because you are not like most people. People fear what they do not understand, and they do not understand any of us. I've been on the path you've only just started to walk, all my life. It is a hard path, full of fear, hate, and pain. The broadcast from NY is going to escalate things rather quickly. It is neither wise nor safe to share your skills with anyone you don't trust with your life. So consider carefully what you will do now. What you do now is up to you. Choose your steps wisely. Tecumseh returns to his food, letting Alessandra consider the information she'd just been given. He knew her life had been difficult and that it was about to get much harder, thanks to the nuts in NY. He hoped she'd escape the notice of those that were now inevitably looking for elementals, but knew it was a matter of time before she found herself surrounded by probes, wires and tubes.</s> <\|message\|>Talia Molina Alessandra Guillory Alessa maintained her displeased expression for a minute, before softening up. "Well...Thank you, I guess" Alessa continued to eat, trying to clear her mind of the information placed before her. She remained silent for the most part, waiting for anyone else to speak up. Jason wanted to, but still wasn't sure just how to lighten up the situation. So he too, just sat in silence. Alessandra finally spoke up once more after her bout of speechlessness. "I think I should get back to the dig site, thank you for the meal." She said, standing up and pushing her chair back into place. Jason simply got up as well, no objection, barely any show of emotion from him. Talia Molina "Well, I'm not an alien lizard, but I am a Jew with a goverment job" Talia replied mockingly in English, "Hope that's okay". She spoke with a sardonic smile as she looked over Dan. "Here, let me help you with that," She said as she reached into her bag and pulled out a first aid kit. If Dan would let her, Talia was going to bandage up the cuts from the glass, maybe wash out the particularly bad ones with some alcohol and antibiotics, and run a blood test on some sample's she'd snag from him during that. Then, it caught her attention that the train had suddenly come to a full stop, and then it was moving...backwards? This just screams elemental activity, Talia thought to herself as she watched it. "Hey, you mind telling me what's going on on that train?" she asked Dan, pointing to it as it rolled back past them.</s> <\|message\|>Rad Dan (Daniel Radkowski) Dan allowed himself to be cleaned up by the kind, though Jewish, young girl. "Allow me to describe foah you what's goin' on in that train. You got a man made outta metal who named himself aftah that Google Browsah fightin' with a man who breathes nitrogen oah somethin'. Theyah's also two sistahs, one who sweats balloon juice and one who sweats hydrogen, a balls a' steel fella named "Jerry", and a beautiful young woman who is completely flawless. They'ah all watchin' from the sidelines. Now then, if you'ah satisfied that I'm psychotic, I think ya can take yoah leave now. Oah not, if ya want to hang around to watch some moah pointless fights between supah powah'd freaks."</s>	<\|message\|>Jan Popov While he was laying on the ground, Jan was able to pull his remaining glove off with his teeth as Chrome stopped throwing metal around the train. He continued to lay on the ground until the metal man grabbed him by the coat and pull him to his feet. It was at that moment that the Nitrogen element slipped out of his white coat and staggered away from his enemy to get some distance between them. He grabbed the metal lodged in his shoulder and gritted his teeth as it was pulled out and fresh pain shot through his body followed by a new pain of frostbite setting in to stop the bleeding and covered the wound with a thin layer of ice. "Now then, how about we have a fair fight like gentlemen." Jan told the man as he straightened his vest and moved into a boxer stance with both hands held up in front of his while bouncing on the balls of his feet ready for anything that Chrome would throw at him. This wasn't Jan's first time in a fight and in his time he became skilled with some stand up fighting. He did enjoy his unfair advantage when it came to hand to hand combat with each time he hit his opponent with bare fists that spot if bare skin caused frostbite and if clothes, they became damp with cooled nitrogen molecules.</s>
<\|description\|>Tecumseh Kawacatoose Element:Boron Age: 42 Gender: Male Appearance: A short, stout man with rounded shoulders and a shining, bald head, middle-aged and usually dressed for a day spent outdoors(button up cotton shirts and cargo pants usually in the summer his sleeves are rolled up just past the elbow). 1.6 meters tall and not quite over weight. Deep red-brown skin that is smooth and surprisingly tough. Often slips from memory, or at least into obscure memory shortly after leaving direct observation, he has worked to develop an "average" aura. Powers: reflects heat and isn't burned by anything under 2300 K(~2050 *C), is immune electric shock(non-conductive), and can shift into a pile, or low, drifting cloud of brown dust. He also wasn't as affected by the gas during basic training as the other recruits, though his sergeant said there was usually one kid who wasn't bothered by the stuff. Weapons: A Nosler M48 TGR, a boron carbide tomahawk with a polished cherry wood handle, and a K-bar usually worn on his belt. (only the K-bar is usually carried, the rest he keeps in his car trunk or in a locker at home. Backstory: A Native American born on a reservation in North Carolina, his powers didn't manifest until his late teens. Tecum, as most called him, hid his powers as best he could, knowing the power of fear first hand already. He hated school and joined the military to avoid college, where he became a paratrooper. He worked with the airborne artillery in the 82nd for ten years before being honorably discharged. Now he runs a small tour service in the NC mountain;, where he meets many people and learns more from listening to their talk than they think. He's working on locating other "elementals" mostly out curiosity and knowing that they will be considered outcasts, and freaks, just as his people are in America. He has inherited a large portion of a largely unpopulated mountain in NC and is buying up the rest as he can. He has built a modest but sturdy house there, and is considering building a dormitory style shelter for any elementals that he may find. He is very secretive, while being an outgoing and engaging person. He does this by saying a lot without ever actually saying anything of value. He's never broken any laws, but he's not very fond of the US government or Europeans in general, because of his people's history with both groups. He can live off the land if he needs to, but enjoys the modern accommodations in his home and car. He currently lives alone, though he had hopes of marrying one day, those dreams seem out of reach now. In private, his few good friends now him to be kind and protective as well as tenacious and vicious in his defense of family or retaliation on their behalf. His parents are dead, having died early due drug and alcohol addictions. He has no siblings, but considers his squad to be family and keeps up with each member. He is often called "Uncle Tecum" by the children of his squad mates, a name he encourages and lives up to with pride.</s> <\|message\|>Hannelore Buchholz It was yet another day at the Stock Exchange, really. With a heritage dating back as early as 1585, the Frankfurt Stock Exchange was unquestionably one of the world's foremost financial institutions. Though the methods had changed over the centuries, the simple facts were the same- fortunes made and lost within moments, the financial word divided between the quick and the dead. Outwardly it was the same for Hannelore Buchholz, a middle-aged woman married to her career. She was, as always, seated between Schumann and Nguyen, having orders barked to her by her boss Weisser. Billions of Euros she would never see or touch passed tantalizingly close before her, untouchable despite being only inches away on her computer screen. Pantsuit, earpiece, screen, it was all there, all comfortingly familiar. But today things were a bit different. Unnoticed beneath her desk, Hannelore was practicing with her free hand. It had been two months since she had figured out what she could do with her entire body, and she had spent a couple nights afterwards at the old railyard, cautiously lifting coaches when she was sure no one was around. But she was unsure of the extent to which she could control her transformation, and so here she was today. Her left hand out of sight under her desk, she tried to will it to turn into titanium- her left hand and nothing else. Her educated, orderly mind insisted on these tests, it was good to know her limits and capabilities as she searched for an actual use for this strange ability. She concentrated, eyes squinting, brow sweating. Perhaps too much. "Buchholz!" Weisser, her supervisor, snapped. Despite his dreamy expression and wooly cardigan, the old man always knew when someone's attention lapsed, even momentarily. She automatically spun around, looking guilty and apologetic, as she had done a hundred times before. But this time was different, of course. She miscalculated her turn. And her hand tore through the wooden desk without difficulty, simply the horrendous sound of wood splintering and tearing. Guiltily, she looked down to her left hand, only briefly taking in Schumann's open mouth or Nguyen's subtler arched eyebrow. She expected to see metal. But instead, her hand was only flesh and blood. "Frau Buchholz," Weisser said after a long moment, staring at the massive hole in the wooden desk. "Perhaps you might like to return home for the remainder of the day?" It was a rare display of charity from the unforgiving old man, doubtlessly brought on simply by confusion. Nevertheless, Hannelore took it. It would be smarter for her to practice at home, anyways. "Yes, Herr Weisser, perhaps I should," she said humbly, gathering up her few items as Nguyen and Schumann stared at the torn desk in confusion. She left quickly, avoiding eye contact with anyone. The confused silence was soon overtaken by the sound of typing once more, though. The quick and the dead.</s> <\|message\|>Herme Erem Herme---Mercury Herme threw her head back, a single tear running down her face as she spoke in a hurried, defeated tone, "Greg, how could you do this to me! I loved you more than anyone else in the world and you had to run to Samantha? Was there something she could give you that I couldn't? Is it something wrong with my face? It's something wrong with my face, isn't it?" The elderly man who stood before her wore a tight Hawaiian shirt that was just a little too form revealing, and the thoughts that were running through his head were probably thoughts of utter confusion. "Ma'am do I know you?" At these words Herme drew her arm back and slapped him across the face. "Gregory how dare you! You... you've already forgotten me? After all we went through together? You're a disgrace to the human race! Go dig your own grave!" With his face, now quite red the old man began to grow angrier with each passing second. "Look lady, I came into this store to buy a tv. Leave me to shop at my leisure before I sue for assault and harassment, and frankly my name isn't even Greg, it's Richard Irelo Samuel Bighe. Leave-me-be" Herme threw her head to the side, betrayal etched into every line on her face. "Greg... you're too cruel," she said with a whimper before rushing out of the store, sobbing as tears streamed down her face. She ran and ran, and when she was out of eye shot of the tv store instantly turned off the water works, and began chuckling to herself almost menacingly. Herme stopped running as soon as she came to a chain link fence, standing eight feet high and blocking her pathway into the alley, it would deter the average person. However, she wasn't average. She grabbed the fence, pushed off the ground with her feet, bending her wrists at an impossible angle, she flung her legs up and vaulted backwards over the fence, landing smoothly on the other side. She looked back at the fence and noticed that the metal had begun to dissolve here she'd placed her hands. "A chain link fence not made of iron? When did this become a thing?" She said, twisting her head sideways, staring at it with a puzzled expression. She pulled out Richards phone and did a quick search on the internet. "Huh, so they started using aluminum for fences in some places in New York? Weird."</s> <\|message\|>Alessandra Guillory Alessandra Guillory "So, we will come back tomorrow and finish up our chapter on Islamic civilization. Please read though the rest of chapter 11 by next class period." Professor Juliano told the class as each student lazily made their way to the door. Alessa followed suit, until a gruff noise found its way between the grunts and muttered thoughts of her fellow classmates. "Alessandra, could I have a word with you?" Alessa cringed and turned her body back to her professor, the bald, middle aged man before her. Professor Juliano stood with proper, tight posture as usual. His attire was nothing special, a sweater, khaki slacks and leather shoes, his reddish face not looking angry as she expected, but rather taunting. "I take it that the classroom is no longer the exciting world it used to be for you, Miss Guillory" Alessa stammered out, "oh, no Professor Juliano...and buy no I mean "no, I love it just as much as usual"! Like, if we were speaking French I would say Si" Idiot! That mouthful was not uncommon for Alessa to blurt out. It was as if all that time in the world of books had made her forget how to talk to other humans. Professor Juliano chuckled a bit, "Don't worry, Alessandra, I know the classroom is becoming a bore for you." The man reaching back for the papers on his podium. "You are a fine student, and I belive something out of the ordinary is just what you need to help stimulate your mind." Professor Juliano handed Alessa the papers. They detailed a dig site sponsered by the University, unearthing fossils out in a mountain range. "The school asked me to pick a student to do some hands on work and contribute to the project. You were my first pick." The professor explained, "It's out in North Carolina, near a place called Dark Ridge. You'd be leaving ASAP, with full exemption from all classes" Alessa wasn't sure how to feel about this; being dropped off in the middle of nowhere, far from home on such short notice. But, that was the archaeologist experience. "I...I guess I will go. It's a great honor that you've chosen me for this project, Proffessor Juliano." The professor nodded, explaining that Alessa should get ready, she would be taking the next flight out to North Carolina the following morning.</s>	<\|message\|>Tecumseh Kawacatoose The call finished with an almost forgotten little detail, there was an archaeological dig being conducted in some nearby caves by... the senator couldn't recall which school was doing the dig and had forgotten to write it down. Sarah raised and admonishing eyebrow at Tecumseh, knowing that he'd forgotten to do exactly that no less than fifteen times since she started working for him two weeks ago. And he'd probably forget the dig too if she wasn't careful to remind him later; so she added it to the week's to do list. Tecumseh ignored Sarah's raised eyebrow and thanked the senator for the heads up and wished him luck on the floor in the coming session. The Senator hung up shortly there after and Tecumseh drained the last of his coffee before asking Sarah what she thought of the call. "Well, how do you think the call went?" "I think it went as well as it could have. You and the senator are on pretty good terms and you aren't asking him to do anything that isn't already in his best interests to do. He should have no problems supporting your case before the senate and might even burn a few favors to get the vote swung in his favor. I wonder what they'll find in those caves." "Mold, mildew, guano, bugs... what? You asked, I answered. You don't like stupid answers don't ask stupid questions. Besides, I'm sure you'll find out exactly what they are looking for while you're down there handing out pamphlets and doing some personal advertising for the Dark Ridge Resort. We can do that later this week, maybe we'll even get the team to move it's lodgings up to the resort." Sarah sighed, another day wasted trying to garner customers from people who couldn't possibly afford the resort, but she was just the intern, what did she know? It hadn't occurred to her that her boss might have other reasons to keep an eye on the new arrivals. And if he had his way about it, she never would. Tecumseh began the next task, a necessary task, though often less pleasant than keeping up with the legalities of running a resort. This morning he was scheduled to mingle with the guests and host a casual brunch for the VIP members, before they went out and played golf or, less frequently, hiked the clearly marked trails. The ridge had several nice views to offer, and some of them could only be reached by hiking half an hour or more from the resort. Hiking off the trails was highly discouraged for "insurance" reasons. Insurance was part of it, but mostly Tecumseh didn't want people wandering around with out his knowing their general whereabouts. Tecumseh sighed, as he stepped out of the office building and walked over towards the main building's lobby where he could see several patrons waiting for him and already vying with each other for a chance to speak with him about this problem or that problem. Tecumseh briefly wished that he could watch these rich sobs walk the Trail of Tears, as his ancestors had been forced too, but he pushed the thought out of his mind as it would do nothing for him or his ancestors.</s>
<\|description\|>Tecumseh Kawacatoose Element:Boron Age: 42 Gender: Male Appearance: A short, stout man with rounded shoulders and a shining, bald head, middle-aged and usually dressed for a day spent outdoors(button up cotton shirts and cargo pants usually in the summer his sleeves are rolled up just past the elbow). 1.6 meters tall and not quite over weight. Deep red-brown skin that is smooth and surprisingly tough. Often slips from memory, or at least into obscure memory shortly after leaving direct observation, he has worked to develop an "average" aura. Powers: reflects heat and isn't burned by anything under 2300 K(~2050 *C), is immune electric shock(non-conductive), and can shift into a pile, or low, drifting cloud of brown dust. He also wasn't as affected by the gas during basic training as the other recruits, though his sergeant said there was usually one kid who wasn't bothered by the stuff. Weapons: A Nosler M48 TGR, a boron carbide tomahawk with a polished cherry wood handle, and a K-bar usually worn on his belt. (only the K-bar is usually carried, the rest he keeps in his car trunk or in a locker at home. Backstory: A Native American born on a reservation in North Carolina, his powers didn't manifest until his late teens. Tecum, as most called him, hid his powers as best he could, knowing the power of fear first hand already. He hated school and joined the military to avoid college, where he became a paratrooper. He worked with the airborne artillery in the 82nd for ten years before being honorably discharged. Now he runs a small tour service in the NC mountain;, where he meets many people and learns more from listening to their talk than they think. He's working on locating other "elementals" mostly out curiosity and knowing that they will be considered outcasts, and freaks, just as his people are in America. He has inherited a large portion of a largely unpopulated mountain in NC and is buying up the rest as he can. He has built a modest but sturdy house there, and is considering building a dormitory style shelter for any elementals that he may find. He is very secretive, while being an outgoing and engaging person. He does this by saying a lot without ever actually saying anything of value. He's never broken any laws, but he's not very fond of the US government or Europeans in general, because of his people's history with both groups. He can live off the land if he needs to, but enjoys the modern accommodations in his home and car. He currently lives alone, though he had hopes of marrying one day, those dreams seem out of reach now. In private, his few good friends now him to be kind and protective as well as tenacious and vicious in his defense of family or retaliation on their behalf. His parents are dead, having died early due drug and alcohol addictions. He has no siblings, but considers his squad to be family and keeps up with each member. He is often called "Uncle Tecum" by the children of his squad mates, a name he encourages and lives up to with pride.</s> <\|message\|>Tecumseh Kawacatoose Tecumseh had listened to Mr. Schultz for thirty minutes as he covered, rather vaguely, the details Tecumseh had come down to learn. Fortunately he learned enough to satisfy his curiosity and reassure himself that they were not in fact desecrating any sacred grounds. So he excused himself and returned to his office. He received a brief text, saying only "Check News NOW" from one of his buddies. Confused he flipped the office TV on and watched as Mr. Oberschmitt turned the femur into a sphere and then a cube. His mind went into over drive immediately. Things were going to get nasty fast, fear ruled the uneducated mob and there wasn't enough information to educate even the elementals, much less the whole world. Tecumseh responded to his buddy, "Get the boys and their families together ASAP, I may need you in the near future. And bring your kits, I'll cover room and board just get everyone here." It was time to open up the old "wine cellar," but first the reservations. Tecumseh left the TV on and sat down, setting up reservations for each of his buddies' families in his resort. Up rooting like this was going to be risky, but they'd made plans for just such an event so it would go smoothly, with the last of them arriving in three days. As the day wore on, he worked feverishly to gather what information he could. As the TV focused on the Oberschmitt's he picked up the interrogation in the same oxford pub that had lost it's owner. He had also been sent a picture of the woman doing the asking, a strong woman he saw despite her stature. He pulled out a small note book and began a tally of sorts. Himself, the Terrorist, The Oberschmitt's and their old friend, the Interrogator, who knew how many of the group she pursued(4 persons?), then there was the girl he'd met at the dig today, was she one of us? He left it off as his phone rang. He picked it up and finally hear his stomach growl, glancing out the window he noticed it was evening by now and grinned. Oh! The two had taken him up on his offer! ... could he afford to leave everything? He'd rather not... could he afford to ignore this potential elemental? No, he had to go. Tecumseh asked that the small private dining room be prepared, and that his guest be shown to it. He hung up as soon as confirmation was given and looked at what he was wearing, while it was sufficient to inspect the dig site, it would not do or hosting a dinner. Ahh, right, Sarah had made him keep a suit ready in case important visitors arrived unexpected, given his usual disdain for suits, and this qualified. Even if Sarah wouldn't understand tomorrow morning, oh dear... how was he going to explain this to her? Later, dinner now. He changed in his office, then closed up the office, locking everything before marching rapidly down the walk to the lobby and then on into the dinning room. There he saw the chef signal him from the kitchen door and walked over, to be asked what to prepare for dinner. Thinking a moment, he requested the three course mutton pie the chef did so well. The chef beamed and set about his task vigorously, while Tecumseh remembered one last thing, and headed back through the lobby through a door marked employees only, down a short hall, and into the small set of offices that consisted of the hotel security. There he asked the guards to be extra vigilant, as he'd noticed some unsavory folks at the dig and didn't want any of his customer's vacation's interrupted by a few ruffians. The chief officer peeled his eyes off the TV long enough to see Tecumseh was serious, and grimacing turned the TV off and ordered his subordinates to keep a sharp eye out for trouble, keying his radio to be sure everyone on the grounds got the message. Turning back, he passed the employee lounge, where the receptionist was gossiping with a couple of co-workers about the strange woman dressed as if she was from the middle east. She made the mistake of making a generalization about all such women as Tecumseh passed the door. He stopped immediately, his people had been, some were still, hated by ignorant, thanks in large part to assumptions made by the ruling classes in America about. He wasn't about to let someone else suffer as his people had, and let the receptionist know that if she couldn't bother herself to be any more respectful of his guests and their beliefs, no matter how unique, He'd be happy to fill out a pink slip right then and there. The three women were stunned by the unexpected outbreak, Tecumseh was usually so polite and now he was threatening to fire a girl over one harmless little comment. The receptionist stammered out that the pink slip would not be needed, and he told her to prove it by learning enough about this particular guest's culture to carry on a conversation with her with out offending her. Still in shock, she simply said "okay" and then Tecumseh vanished down the hall as quickly as he had appeared, leaving the three women in an awkward silence. At last he stepped into the private dinning room, having made arrangements with the head waiter that if Ms. Bhati ate dinner at the resort this week it would be on the house, non-negotiable. He stopped just inside the room and took a deep breath before bowing to the young couple seated before him, and requesting the pleasure of joining them for dinner. He wore a black tuxedo over a starched white shirt, with a scarlet red tie, that oddly accented his skin tone in a pleasant way. He wore polished black oxfords over black and scarlet checkered socks. Sarah wasn't sure why he'd insisted on those, but he'd aways answered that a distinguished host must not be easily forgotten yet never to overbearing in his dress, and checkered socks sat right in the middle, or at least close enough for him.</s> <\|message\|>Rad Dan (Daniel Radkowski) "Hell, if you want fresh ayah, just open a window. In fact..." Dan turned to open the window, not realizing the speed at which the train was now travelling. Immediately, a blast of air hit Dan straight in the face, knocking him backwards a bit. "Holy SHIT!" the window was closed nearly as fast as it had been open. "So... Othah than Jojo's aunt Maria, who else we got as fah as 'contacts'? Any a' yous got, I dunno, connections in high places oah somethin'? Closest I got is my fostah uncle Jack. Runs a hotdog caht across from the White House."</s> <\|message\|>Chrome Chrome The Chromium Element Darkness clouded the edge of Chrome's vision as he got up out of the bed he was in, and he felt extremely groggy. He still had the chromium sword next to him, an almost useless weapon, but it was significant to him. He and the Sword were a kin, made of the same element. He knew that it would not serve him well in combat in all but the least perilous situations, that it needed to be melded like his skin very often just from being moved constantly through the Nitrogen mixture of air just to stay intact. He knew that if he was ever to use the sword, he was likely already dead because Chromium is only good for one thing, and it is not protecting yourself. He knew that he and the sword went through the same difficulties everyday and that's why he kept it, because it was him and he was it. Sighing, if you could call the clanking of heavy metal throughout his body a sigh, he packed up all his belongings, threw a sweatshirt on and pulled it low over his face. There were some perks to being made of Chromium. He was immune to any poisoning and he always had a weapon on hand, literally. Welded onto his fists were spikes made of steel and chromium, which lead him to another perk. He could augment his body with metals and theoretically he could change shape which would be indeed an unpleasant experience. His Nervous system was still intact but was dulled down due to parts of it being replaced by the Prison he called a body. Giving up the immense train of thought Chrome walked out of the Motel he was staying in, hunched over to conceal his face. He wondered if there was any other Chromium element beings that were like him, or if he was the alone bearer of the curse or gift he was bestowed. He hoped he wasn't the only one. He thought back to the battle he had with another super being earlier in the year, back when he thought he could better the world. He realized that he was rather gifted if the other Elements were like that one. He did not know which one it was, but it left large burns on his body and it required ages of agony to replace the molten chromium. Chromium was not cheap, but wasn't too expensive. He wondered if he would ever develop a new use for his gift besides being a walking electromagnet that could be chiseled by a toothpick. He wondered if he would encounter any of the Elemental beings representing a precious metal. He hoped that they wouldn't wane his Oxide layers that protected him from the poisonous Nitogen atmosphere outside his body. He cringed as he remembered the time he wore a golden chain. He nearly lost arm because he became so brittle that moving it made it almost break of. Chrome glanced at a group of people who were eyeing him shadily. Why shouldn't they, he was walking around looking like a crack addict and if they god forbid he took any of his clothes off they would classify him as worse. He looked down at the snow around his shoes and smiled. There was fun thing to being chromium, and that was his magnetic abilities. He looked around and ran to a flag pole, changing his magnetic field in a way that a regular human could never understand, and began to climb it with strides. He was at the top as he jumped from the pole tumbling into a roll so not to break his sensitive body. "There's never a bad without a good to counter it" He chuckled to himself.</s> <\|message\|>Alessandra Guillory Alessandra Guillory As Alessa and her guest were lead into the dining room, she couldn't help but notice the clothing she and Jason were dressed in. Obviously not as formal as she would like, but it wasn't like she could really get much better from the clothes brought to a paleontological dig site. Still, she had not expected the level of formality that was conveyed by the environment around her. The simple sundress was certainly nice, a blue dress with a white floral pattern on it. Jason had dressed even less formally, simply in a white t-shirt and jeans. Alessa took her seat, waiting for the host to make his appearance. As he did, Alessa was certainly impressed by his dress. The red stood out and was definitely memorable. Alessa made a small gesture at him, and flashed a smile. "Hello there, I'm Alessandra. It's nice to meet you again, under better circumstances." She smiled again, trying to find words and carry on the conversation; talking was not her strong suit, but she would try her best. "Thank you for inviting us to dinner, we appreciated it very much"</s> <\|message\|>Chloe Harper Chloe squinted but didn't comment on the blast of wind that slapped her in the face. Instead she let go of Dan's hand and moved to get her hair out of her face. If it had looked bad this morning, it was terrible now. "It looks like the best option we have is someone's crazy aunt," she muttered. The most attractive option right now was to nap on the way and tune everyone out, but for now, she kept her eyes open. She didn't want Dan (who she still couldn't believe she'd sat next to) to try anything.</s>	<\|message\|>Tecumseh Kawacatoose Tecumseh beamed and slipped out of his jacket, putting it on the back of his chair, and joined the couple at the table. Thank you for coming, I wasn't sure you'd come. The waiter arrived to take their drink orders, he seemed to skip Tecumseh, but that was only because everyone who worked in the kitchen knew that Tecumseh drank only one thing with his meals, a strong herbal tea, only lightly sweetened with exactly five ice-cubes. He was oddly specific in many things, but none of it was particularly strange aside from it being so specific, so no one really minded. After the waiter left, Tecumseh picked up the conversation where he'd left off. My name is Tecumseh Kawacatoose, but most simply call me Tecum[TEH-cum], and what is your name young man? The waiter returned with their drinks as ordered, and Tecumseh took a long swig from his tea, he hadn't realized just how thirsty he was until he had a drink in front of him. He hadn't had anything to eat or drink since breakfast that morning as a matter of fact. The waiter merely smiled and shook his head when he saw Tecum's glass already two-thirds empty, as he fetched the man a second glass.</s>