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<|description|>Annabelle
Full Character Sheet
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Age: 25
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Appearance:
Height: 5'6
Eye Color: Red
Hair Color: Black
Personality. Annabelle learned in her short history to be quiet. Words are special, and finely placed in conversation. To that end, she is a woman of few words, and out of deep-seated reverence never fails to be polite with them. It is difficult to rouse her from anything but a flowing and calming but brief experience. She keeps friends easily thanks to her predisposition towards amicable social behavior, and is reliable perhaps to a fault. While certainly selfless, she will still vocalize her displeasure of being taken advantage of (calmly, of course).
While her words are soft and personable, her actions are anything but. She is swift and decisive, brutal and unforgiving. She is a fighter and explorer and little else, and her inhospitable upbringing lends to a ferocity when fighting that seems barbaric and pitiless. Annabelle will claim it is without emotion that she acts in this manner, but the gleam in her eye might speak to others of a lingering fear that's never left her.
Overall Annabelle can be a bit innocent and unguided, making it hard to understand some of the finer details in life. She is quick to try no matter how behind the curve she is, nevertheless, and if given the chance to prove herself will even more quickly prove her dedication along the way.
History:
From king's love, madness born
Is this unholy land of living mockery
The hunted stand and dance, quiver and roil
Tormented by their cursed skins
You wander far to the north in search of your prey -a herd of elk trampling the snow into a dense sheet beneath their hooves. You have been here before, but this is the edge of the world. Out here there is nothing but you and the untamed wild. Your expertise and wisdom have guided you through the taiga time and time again, given you both life and the means with which to pay for it. This is just another season of hunting, trusty bow slung around your shoulders.
The elk are wandering far this time, giving you trouble. You've made a few mistakes, but now they have nowhere to run besides a dense wood across the snow plains. You chase them there. A few stragglers will inevitably dart into the trees where it is easier for you to hide and approach. They make a run, and you follow. Your boots trudge across the field, sapping your stamina, but it is no different than any other day. You're built for this, and the cold stinging in your throat only invigorates you further.
An elk springs into the treeline, disappearing behind a prison of pines. Its tracks are easy to follow, and it will inevitably stop to consider its situation before returning to the herd. Deeper and deeper you go into this nameless forest. A place that no man, living or dead, may have ever set foot in before. You think for a moment that you might be the first thinking creature to ever touch the bark of these trees or their ancestors. It is desolate, but it is yours and yours alone.
You draw your bow, readying yourself for a shot that you hope will down the beast with less trouble than you've been given thus far. One in the chest, right for the heart or lungs. It has stopped in the woods, and you tread carefully, not making a sound. From beside a trunk, you find your mark. The beast cries out, staggers, and drops. It yet lives, but finds not the strength to resist the skill you have employed. You wait a moment for it to truly settle, and approach. Pulling out a knife, you waste no time in finishing the creature off, and set to work amassing the meat of your capture.
It is dark.
You stop your work and look up to find that you can no longer see anything. An all-encompassing blackness has enveloped you. Pitch-blackness -the sort that shrouded your very hands held in front of your face. You struggle to prepare your lantern without even an inkling of light of help, but eventually you bring it to life.
The snow is gone, but the trees and carcass remain. You are crouched over a path. A man-made one. As you stand to meet the barely-illuminated darkness with your lantern, you find that you are not in the woods you once were. Not truly, anyways.
The dead elk can wait. Were you to saddle the bounty over your shoulders, you do not think you could find your way home indefinitely. Magic was afoot, and you do not know if it is the kind you can escape. You push the wet chunks of the elk meat into a couple bags slung around your belt. At the very least, you have something to cook for a time. You set foot down the path with only your lantern to guide you away from stumbling and falling. The path is well-worn, and eventually you come upon an old road sign.
Holzwand
You have never heard of such a place, and certainly not here in the north. You carry on, hopeful that this location will be able to right your confusion. The path continues on for some time, winding through the unending forest. It doesn't take long for you to realize that there is neither moon nor star in the sky. Nothing to orient you upon the land. There is a rustling in the foliage beside you, off the path. You stop and throw your light its way.
From the darkness creeps a chattering congregation of maddening figures. Twisted faces of half-beast forms slag and melt, constantly righting themselves into more distinct shapes, only to fall away again. Their bodies float across the blackened earth... towards you. Distorted claws of shadow and flesh grope at the air where you stand, hungry for something you cannot fathom.
You draw your sword, and fight for more than your life.
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Annabelle awoke upon an island of dim light, surrounded by a sea of darkness. She knew not her past. Not her origins, nor her reason for being here in this forest. She had no one, nothing, and not a clue where to begin changing any of that.
It did not take long to learn of the place in which she was now trapped, this 'Holzwand'. By the grace of something unknown, she was given reprieve from what would otherwise be utter darkness. Sight blessed her path, showing her what she needed to make do initially. This was an evil place lost to time, now bereft of any hope of cleansing. No man remained save herself, this wood-surrounded castle city populated only by three things: the various natural fauna of the land, somehow surviving in a desolate, malevolent place, the Wraiths, and the Twisted, as Annabelle came to call them.
The Wraiths, Annabelle thought, were once human beings, now turned into single-minded things hellbent simply on adding to the menagerie that is the Twisted. Half-man half-beast abominations stuck in the crossroads of life and death. She felt for them, but they knew only hunger for something she did not understand. All the beasts which died here became Twisted, and, she assumed, so too would she.
It took some time before she found her footing, learning of how to survive in the Holzwand. An ancient kingdom dilapidated but stuck frozen in time in a sequestered-off realm. She knew not how to escape it until an encounter with what she presumed to be the reason any natural creature could yet live.
A spirit of the land, defiant of the cursed air which plagued its stomping grounds, came to her in time, and offered her reprieve from the prison of darkness. With sunless years did she learn under the forgotten landgod until she was bade to leave Holzwand for the wider world. While the spirit could not leave its domain, it could send another out to seek aid. Annabelle often wondered if she was summoned simply for that purpose, but she yet remains unsure.
With her purpose clear but the path hazy, she broke free of the cursed realm, and set out into Oublioth in search of a cure to the ancient plague where her journey started.
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Level: 20
Class: Spellblade
Profession: Survivalist
Stats:
Strength (STR): B
Vitality (VIT): B
Dexterity (DEX): D
Intellect (INT): B
Wisdom (WIS): F
Charisma (CHA): F
List of immunities:
None
Resistances:
-Druidic spells
-Natural cold
-Fear
Weaknesses:
-General magic
Equipment:
-A greatsword named 'Therio'. Serves as a focus through which she can also summon an attending spirit at the cost of blood. Takes on an arcane nature when empowered in such a way.
-A ritual dagger, utilized for any number of preparations, as well as general hunting.
-Longboots that have seen better days. Annabelle attests that she's seen deeper mud than most anyone she's ever met.
-Her jacket is enchanted, granting her a perpetual warmth. Thank the gods given her scant attire otherwise.
Skills & Spells:
Summon Spirit (Crimsig) - Manifests a bound nature spirit to her side, possessing of high Magic Power and Resistance, and negligible Strength and Dexterity. Crimsig cannot physically interact with the world except in minor ways including producing light (visible) and being unable to pass through objects (tangible). It can shift small objects, and cannot speak or otherwise communicate. Crimsig can cast generic druidic spells with a Blood Element tinge.
Control Familiar ("Carpenter") - "Carpenter" as 'he' is named, is a blood elemental controlled by Annabelle. As it is a conglomeration of her own vitality, she has full dominion over it, and any attempts by other actors to sway the actions of the familiar with their own magicks will be met with a high resistance. Carpenter can morph into shapes maintaining current mass including additional melee weapons for Annabelle to wield, but can also act as an independent physical combatant with moderate Vitality, Dexterity, and Magic Resistance, but low Strength and no magic-casting ability.
Calm Animals - Compels natural animals with low intelligence (D or lower) to be calm, eliminating aggression or fear.
Sacrificial Empowerment - Annabelle can, at the temporary expense of vitality, undergo ritual bloodletting to empower herself or appropriate equipment. Empowering herself slightly enhances Strength and Magic Resistance, while empowering equipment bestows a curse effect that deals heavy damage to afflicted individual's MP pools and magic strength.</s>
<|message|>Kaze
Kaze's eyes narrowed when his sword bit through the robes. A man that fragile looking...wouldn't have had that kind of resistance. He had felt his blade hit something hard. He kept his eyes on the old man, only his secondary eyelids, which were transparent, kept his eyes moist. His ear flicked towards the surprised gasp of the woman. Those steel eyes narrowed when the old man just started to laugh, obviously psychotically since he had no more screws left.
The giant reptilian man swing his sword down, barely missing the old cleric by an inch. His sword shattering the stone beneath the older man. "I don't need salvation, runt. Especially your brand of it" He growled out as the cleric tossed off his cloak to reveal the bone armor beneath.
The elder talked to the woman who had dashed in, was she under a spell? He glanced at her finally, noticing the lack of grace and more rigidness to her movements. He snorted as she nocked an arrow and fired it at him. The arrow pinged off his pauldron, not even scratching the heavy steel. His Iron Body worked well against arrows, the second one barely scratched his abdomen. He ignored her, despite her jerking movements she was faster and she was further away. He didn't enjoy cat and mouse.
Kaze did hear the groans of the undead, he looked and saw the zombies. Great...him without a good dose of fire. "Take care of them, paladin." He said as he lunged at the older cleric. That great sword of his whistling through the air, the edge finally sparking into life with electricity. The rest of the blade glowed with an orange hue. "Sunder." He snarled, aiming to break the mans blades and armor with a powerful hit. Strangely...he was wielding that massive blade with one hand.</s>
<|message|>Cecilia Tonitrus
Left a bitter taste in one's mouth, didn't it?
With a grunt, Cecilia pulled herself out of the wall she had crashed into, just in time to half-heartedly wave at the retreating group. "Yeah," she called out, her voice cracking from all the injuries sustained, "Let's do this again some time."
Bits of stone tumbled out of her hair as she slowly strode over to her fallen spear. She crouched down, found that she almost couldn't get back up, and with a slow, halting gait, strode over to where Artemisia and Locke were. Though Cecilia had taken no small amount of damage herself, it paled in comparison to the sheer punishment that her compatriot endured. Plopping down beside the two, she rummaged through the folds of her clothing for a small vial. She uncorked it, drank half of it, then passed the rest to Artemisia. It was a regenerative concoction, working more slowly than the one that Glum had drank, but for the purposes of sitting down and recovering, it was fine. Gradually, the burns and bruises on her body receded. Soon enough, her fractured bones will mend themselves as well.
Probably shouldn't use any magic to heal up faster, huh?
Resting her spear against her shoulder, Cecilia pulled out a small blade from her boots to snip off the burnt ends of her bangs. "Think that went as well as we coulda hoped," she said, pulling out a small bag of (now toasted) cookies and passing it around, "Think with a bit better teamwork, we totally coulda taken them down!"
She leaned back then, waving at the other two strangers.
"Hey, don't be shy now! C'mon over here; we've got snacks!"</s>
| <|message|>Annabelle
Annabelle was certainly not the type to shoot someone in the back, but it wasn't like she was entirely happy that the challenge she'd faced was suddenly spirited away by Hawklin's fleeting attention span. Left alone bloodied and sweating, she stood amidst the center of the battlefield as the tip of her sword fell over and onto the ground. Catching her breath, she watched in silence as the enemy combatants fled for an unknown reason. Carpenter trotted over to her side and offered a blank look up in her direction, apparently similarly confused. When they had at last disappeared from sight, Annabelle maintained a vigilant gaze in the direction of their leave, cautious of all of the predictions she had buzzing around in her head. They weren't coming back, and a giant griffon hadn't suddenly swooped down upon them; for the moment, it appeared they were safe from... whatever was going on to spook them.
She sheathed her sword at her back and retrieved a roll of bandages from the small pack on her hip. While not life-threatening, it was wasteful to let her blood continue dripping about. She had already begun walking to the others when she was readily offered a place in the circle. Her smile was faint, but it was clear Annabelle was quick to forget about the stress of battle. She strode up to Cecilia's side, giving her face a once-over.
"You're suggesting we make this... permanent," Annabelle said half to herself before sitting down, "Before I had joined with you all, I had assumed you might join with that other group temporarily, if only for the sake of finding that fallen light."</s> |
<|description|>Noelle Merveille
Age: 36
Appearance:
Standing at five-foot-six and weighing an amount she doesn't particularly want anyone to know about, Noelle is a mostly-ordinary, fairly-attractive woman. Her long, somewhat spiky hair is a rich ruddy brown that shines red in good light, and behind a pair of black-rimmed rectangular glasses are a pair of big blue eyes. She favors simple and elegant clothing of the kind that doesn't hug her too tightly, and simple golden loops for jewelry. Most of the time she can be found wearing a pleasant smile, too.
Personality: Sunny as the day is long, Noelle is the very picture of cheer and warmth. Thoughtful and compassionate, she's got enough love in her heart for just about everyone around her, and while not the most outgoing is always happy to make life better for other people. She enjoys cooking and is a big eater herself. That said, the pleasant glow of her spirit radiates from a brilliant fire, and she's not at all a pushover. Highly competitive, somewhat short-tempered, fairly pragmatic, and more than a little proud, she's a force to be reckoned with when push comes to shove. She makes no bones about wanting others to be the best they can be and to treat their fellow men with the same consideration she typically dons, and thusly can sometimes be strict, nagging, and irritating. Overall, however, she's a sweet woman who's at her happiest bringing happiness to others.
Background: From an early age Noelle's big heart made her stand out among others. Sweet and kind, but with a fiery competitive streak, she grew up with a lot of friends and more than a few rivals. During high school and college she was at her sporting peak, and it was in her freshman year that she discovered her epithet in a stroke of luck. After her epiphany Noelle's passion only continued to burn brighter, propelling her beyond state competitions to regional and even national events, especially the dedicated inscribed league. Her energy and spirit carried her on despite any losses or setbacks, up until the point at which a terrible accident brought her blooming tennis career to a screeching halt. Forced to rest, heal, and take things slowly, she softened up, especially after graduating and marrying her long-time boyfriend Heath Pieler.
Ultimately, Noelle forsook the world of sports and became a teacher instead, while Heath became a television salesman. She worked with children up until the point she and Heath had their own: a boy and a girl they named Tucker and Lucy. Tucker ended up taking after his father in his love of acting and performing, and when his son was ten Heath managed to convince his agency to recommend Tucker for a part as a child actor in an upcoming hero movie with epithets -a subject seldom addressed in cinema- as a major plot point. Tucker got the part, and Noelle supported him every step of the way before and during filming. When the filming finally wrapped up the lead actor, the famous Lydia Forthing, celebrated by sending most of the crew on an all-expenses-paid vacation to Otterholt Point.
Motivation: Noelle's motivation is simply to enjoy a vacation with her family, and failing that, at least ensure that no harm comes to them
Assets:
* Big Heart – Noelle's nature makes her easy to get along with and difficult for others to think poorly of her. She can make friends, avoid suspicion, and calm conflicts fairly easily. In times of trouble, she can often count on the support of those around her.
* Sudden Fire – Being nice doesn't mean being a wimp. Noelle can be strict and forceful if necessary, and is both willing to and pretty good at exerting herself physically, thanks to her time spent training both her body and her epithet.
* Smart Cookie – While she might not flaunt it, Noelle is no slouch in the brains department. She's got a lot of common sense, a good deal of practical knowledge, and a fair amount of intuition when it comes to other people, especially kids.
Flaws:
* No Great Shakes – while she has undeniable physical ability and can fight well enough when necessary, Noelle is not a trained fighter and never groomed her epithet for combat. As such, she relies on what power she has in desperate situations and can be outclassed by anyone with real training.
* Achilles Knee – even now, roughly a decade and a half after her sporting heyday got cut off thanks to an injury, her knee remains a weak spot. She favors it ever-so-slightly but still-perceptibly when moving, and if this weak spot is taken advantage of, she's more or less down for the count.
* Soft – Noelle's sporting days are long behind her, and while she exercises a few times a week, she's nowhere near as fit as she once was. Plus, she did have two kids. Add to that her inexperience with real combat and she both burns through her stamina pretty quickly and can't really adapt on the fly.
* Specs – without her glasses, she can't see very well.</s>
<|message|>Penny Draconis
Penny set the book down and rummaged through her bag, pushing past a canteen, a towel, a woefully underused bottle of sunscreen, and a few old hard bitten paperbacks to try and find where her wallet had settled at. As she did she listened to he bearded man sell this board game to his other prospective customer. Boy, could that guy talk. It was like a lecture on the finer points of leading an army and how best to use your soldiers skills to your advantage. It reminded her of the way her Sensei talked, taking the stress out of conversation by making it so she was really only a bit part in the conversation. It was comforting, she felt like she could get along with this guy. He was just getting to the part about the Diamond Duke of Dorn and his ability to block off four whole spaces with an impassible wall when she finally found her wallet and pulled out two tens from it. "Uhhhhh, can I get a copy of that game to?"
Penny didn't know why she'd bought it, and if she'd known how big it was she probably wouldn't have. She walked away with the book of Otterholt Legends tucked safely in her bag and a long tower like box under her other arm, feeling awfully conspicuous and not a little bit stupid for spending over twenty bucks on something "Fun for up to Twelve Players." This was the travel version too, the home game apparently came with a miniature 3D printer so you could scan any knight cards you drew and get a little miniature to play with. She at least fully understood why she'd wanted the book, especially after he'd mentioned it covered the old living graffiti rumors. She'd been interested in that stuff ever since she'd seen an Insight Unknown episode about a pizza guy that claimed he'd been hunted by a giant centipede which had pulled itself right off a wall. If she had to guess what had drawn her to the game if was the idea of drawing Knights that could reliably do their jobs. Maybe she could convince mom and dad that playing this was also a way to develop her Kingly attributes.
As she turned to head back to the hotel she noticed the steps leading down the beach had been gummed up a little with tourists of all shapes and sizes, looking at something with a sort of nervous herd energy that was infectious even from here. That was probably none of her business. Probably.
She checked anyway, stepping around the side of the group and placing her box on one of the wooden guardrail's designed to discourage people from climbing all over the dunes before hopping up and sitting beside it. She could see the cause of the congestion from here, a dude built like a bear with features chiseled from solid stone was helping up some girl. Not wanting to be thought of as some gawker she cast her eyes down the beach, past the girl getting chewed out by a woman that screamed "teacher" from stance alone and the volleyball bros, all the way down to the children gathered excitedly by the shore. From where she was the people noise on the beach practically blended together into one tone, joining up with the wind and waves to become just another sound.
"Hmmm. This spot's not bad." She said. Then the girl that the teacher was scolding started speaking, the occasional word rising out of the mire to be distinctly human through the power of her voice. "'Cept for her."</s>
<|message|>Aurora De Valera
As a man crashed into her and knocked her down, Aurora's hair went down over her face, hiding her quickly souring expression. She took her notebook from the man's hand with a violent swipe of her hand, ignoring his offer to help pick her up.
"How do you not know how to look where you're going?" she asked with a steely glare. She opened her notebook, scrawling a quick description of the man, then shifting him five feet into the moving water, watching as a wave crashed into the man with a revenge-fueled grin. "So like, you'd better start learning, or you're going to keep getting wet. Kufufu~," she laughed with a hand on her chin, before wrapping herself back up in her towel and beginning to walk back towards the changing rooms, before looking back at the man she'd moved, and sighed.
With another quick scribble she moved him back to where he was, still wettened by his little dip but now at least on the sand.
"Don't screw up again, dude, I can do worse," she said, exasperatedly. "What were you paying attention to so much that you just crashed into someone anyway?"</s>
| <|message|>Noelle Merveille
Instead of a a girl ready to play the victim, Rosco Lafayette found fire. The girl snatched her notebook, batted away his offered hand, and snapped at him while scribbling in the journal. For a moment Rosco met her with a look of confusion, but just as the word 'accident' came to his lips, he found himself forcefully moved. Suddenly the surf lapped around his calves, and a moment later a -rather small- wave crashed into him. Though even more confused he did not seem bothered, and in fact barely moved or even flinched as the water hit him. Rather, he seemed comfortable, amused, and even relieved. This sort of revenge he could handle, versus the sort a girl screaming accusations and howling for police could bring down upon him. A few onlookers even tittered. The situation was defused.
Obviously, she'd used her epithet to do this to him. No other explanation. The fact that she'd whip it out on a whim like that was equal parts intriguing and worrisome. Rosco turned back to see if the girl had stormed off or needed some sort of additional response to be satisfied. Maybe, he thought, he should have let himself be bowled over, and sealed the deal with a little humiliation. It wasn't like he cared, after all. Unfortunately the girl stuck around, and after a brief pause, shifted him back out of the water. At full height, not stooping down to lend a hand, Rosco towered over her, but clearly the girl didn't lack for spirit. And still with the unfair questions, trying to make the situation into more than what it was. And a threat, too. Did this kid think that her epithet made her invincible? Schools had therapy for that sort of thing. It appeared that it would take a little more to let bygones be bygones.
He held up his hands helplessly, trying to placate her. "Take it easy, little lady. Just an accident. Neither of us were payin' attention. It happens." Using one hand he took off his shades so that the other could wipe some saltwater off. His eyes were big, a glistening swirl of blue and green, bright as the sea itself. He replaced the shades, put one hand on his waist, and pointed the other at her. "You know, you've got some guts to throw around your epithet like that. Lot of people think it's a private matter, and take usin' it personally. Like a concealed carry, 'cept nobody knows what the gun does." Rosco wondered about the girl's perspective, and why she acted the way she did. The next man who crossed her might not have her best interests at heart, after all, so if he could leave her with some parting advice he figured it'd be worth a try.
Not too far away, atop the wooden barrier, Penny could get a good look at just about all the beach had to offer, from the fledgling foam pit to the market stalls to the couple of folks floating on their backs a hundred feet or so out from he shore, peacefully soaking up the warm sun in the cool water. The strident voice of Jessica, however, cut into the pleasant scene and grabbed at her attention.
Jessica, wearing a cruelly gleeful smile that showed off sharp teeth, rounded on the teacher lady with remarkable spirit to rebuke her. The woman looked not-at-all affronted by the teenager's choice of insult, and listened with a stony expression until her turn came around to speak. "What you're doing isn't evil," Noelle told the self-proclaimed evildoer. "It's just sad. You're acting like a middle schooler who's watched too many cartoons. I'm sure security would be glad to escort you off the premises if they learned you were bullying little kids. But I bet your parents wouldn't like that, hm?"
With a knowing smile, Noelle pushed up her glasses. "From the way you talk you sound like you think you're important. You act mean and tough, but what you are is small and soft, clearly well cared-for. Your parents must be big-timers, but I don't see them around. If they were, you could be held accountable. I don't see any friends, either." Noelle, having been working her way on a progressive line of thought, suddenly shot straight to the conclusion. Her expression took a turn for the sad. "Oh. I see." She knelt down, wiped the little kid's eyes, and started brushing sand off her. "There you go, sweetie. Let's get you cleaned up. You should go find your mommy and daddy and play near them."
The child nodded, and after a moment stood up before heading off. Noelle stood up herself, and brushed sand from her legs. A final glance was spared for Jessica, more pitying than anything. "Well, you should stop being a nuisance before security notices. There's plenty to enjoy without bothering anyone." With that she took her leave, making for the shoreline to join Heath. As she approached she noticed a concerned look haunting him. "What is it?"
"Just...Tucker's not a great swimmer, you know?"
Noelle wrapped an arm around her husband's shoulder. "Relax. He has arm floats on, right? And the lifeguard's watching, too. No reason to worry." She looked out across the water. The flock of children were nearing the buoy where Lydia clapped and cheered.</s> |
<|description|>Noelle Merveille
Age: 36
Appearance:
Standing at five-foot-six and weighing an amount she doesn't particularly want anyone to know about, Noelle is a mostly-ordinary, fairly-attractive woman. Her long, somewhat spiky hair is a rich ruddy brown that shines red in good light, and behind a pair of black-rimmed rectangular glasses are a pair of big blue eyes. She favors simple and elegant clothing of the kind that doesn't hug her too tightly, and simple golden loops for jewelry. Most of the time she can be found wearing a pleasant smile, too.
Personality: Sunny as the day is long, Noelle is the very picture of cheer and warmth. Thoughtful and compassionate, she's got enough love in her heart for just about everyone around her, and while not the most outgoing is always happy to make life better for other people. She enjoys cooking and is a big eater herself. That said, the pleasant glow of her spirit radiates from a brilliant fire, and she's not at all a pushover. Highly competitive, somewhat short-tempered, fairly pragmatic, and more than a little proud, she's a force to be reckoned with when push comes to shove. She makes no bones about wanting others to be the best they can be and to treat their fellow men with the same consideration she typically dons, and thusly can sometimes be strict, nagging, and irritating. Overall, however, she's a sweet woman who's at her happiest bringing happiness to others.
Background: From an early age Noelle's big heart made her stand out among others. Sweet and kind, but with a fiery competitive streak, she grew up with a lot of friends and more than a few rivals. During high school and college she was at her sporting peak, and it was in her freshman year that she discovered her epithet in a stroke of luck. After her epiphany Noelle's passion only continued to burn brighter, propelling her beyond state competitions to regional and even national events, especially the dedicated inscribed league. Her energy and spirit carried her on despite any losses or setbacks, up until the point at which a terrible accident brought her blooming tennis career to a screeching halt. Forced to rest, heal, and take things slowly, she softened up, especially after graduating and marrying her long-time boyfriend Heath Pieler.
Ultimately, Noelle forsook the world of sports and became a teacher instead, while Heath became a television salesman. She worked with children up until the point she and Heath had their own: a boy and a girl they named Tucker and Lucy. Tucker ended up taking after his father in his love of acting and performing, and when his son was ten Heath managed to convince his agency to recommend Tucker for a part as a child actor in an upcoming hero movie with epithets -a subject seldom addressed in cinema- as a major plot point. Tucker got the part, and Noelle supported him every step of the way before and during filming. When the filming finally wrapped up the lead actor, the famous Lydia Forthing, celebrated by sending most of the crew on an all-expenses-paid vacation to Otterholt Point.
Motivation: Noelle's motivation is simply to enjoy a vacation with her family, and failing that, at least ensure that no harm comes to them
Assets:
* Big Heart – Noelle's nature makes her easy to get along with and difficult for others to think poorly of her. She can make friends, avoid suspicion, and calm conflicts fairly easily. In times of trouble, she can often count on the support of those around her.
* Sudden Fire – Being nice doesn't mean being a wimp. Noelle can be strict and forceful if necessary, and is both willing to and pretty good at exerting herself physically, thanks to her time spent training both her body and her epithet.
* Smart Cookie – While she might not flaunt it, Noelle is no slouch in the brains department. She's got a lot of common sense, a good deal of practical knowledge, and a fair amount of intuition when it comes to other people, especially kids.
Flaws:
* No Great Shakes – while she has undeniable physical ability and can fight well enough when necessary, Noelle is not a trained fighter and never groomed her epithet for combat. As such, she relies on what power she has in desperate situations and can be outclassed by anyone with real training.
* Achilles Knee – even now, roughly a decade and a half after her sporting heyday got cut off thanks to an injury, her knee remains a weak spot. She favors it ever-so-slightly but still-perceptibly when moving, and if this weak spot is taken advantage of, she's more or less down for the count.
* Soft – Noelle's sporting days are long behind her, and while she exercises a few times a week, she's nowhere near as fit as she once was. Plus, she did have two kids. Add to that her inexperience with real combat and she both burns through her stamina pretty quickly and can't really adapt on the fly.
* Specs – without her glasses, she can't see very well.</s>
<|message|>Penny Draconis
As Penny jogged up she ran through what she could possibly say to the crying girl. No matter what she didn't think Godzuki was gonna be happy to see her and she wasn't exactly good at comforting people besides. Fortunately for her the girl roared back to life, snotty nose, eyes red and still watery, letting the whole world know just how much she hadn't been sobbing her anxiety out. It probably helped that her friend from before was there to watch her back, and was kind enough to actually give Penny something to call little miss Mad Dog.
She was about to explain the situation, but to her surprise Jude broke the ice first. From their interaction with the beach cop she'd taken him as the anti-social mumbly sort, an impression that was reinforced as he mumbled the remainder of his explanation after his strong start. She took over for him to answer the dudes questions. "What Jude said. I thought maybe, since you two have both seen her, you could help us look around. As for what happened..." She shook her head, spreading her arms and pointing out all the people and familiar landmarks dotting the beach. "It would have to be an epithet, right? If that had been a normal hurricane we'd all be in a lot worse shape, right?
She thought about the bellow that had rung out over the wind before they'd been swept away. "It was probably an accident. So that at least makes this more Lord of the Flies than Most Dangerous Game." Only slightly better, but she could at least be comforted at thinking that any blood soaked savagery that ensued would be entirely on them.
She shut down that line of thought before she worked herself right back to the edge of a panic attack.
Another stroke of luck was that someone else appeared to distract her from that. The woman from before, the one that moved like a teacher, broke away from a nearby cluster of adults and approached them. Jude backed off as she arrived, stepping a bit closer to Penny. It seemed like he had reached his limit for now. She stepped slightly in front of him to answer the woman. She jerked her thumb at Mad Dog. "This one laughed herself to tears." Penny answered stiffly, humoring her blatant deception in the face of this figure of authority. "But other than that none of us seem to be injured or catching island madness. You haven't seen the little girl she was picking on, have you? Or..."
Now it was Penny's turn to trail off in embarrassment. "Maybe a sword?" she said slowly, eyes on the ground.</s>
<|message|>Aurora De Valera
The girl tried to claim that she was only laughing herself to tears, but it would take a moron to fall for that, and Aurora De Valera was no moron. She stared at the girl in bemusement as she went through some "villainous monologue", eventually rolling her eyes and pulling her notebook.
"Note to self, pale little girl is a crybaby," she said very audibly, letting her know that she was not falling for the act at all. "But like, seriously dude, I don't care if you're crying, if you're cool regardless I'm not gonna mind." She gave the girl an out, getting a sense that it wasn't going to be taken.
"Anyway, I'm not crying, and I'm dressed in a swimsuit, which is super bogus. So like, no reason to do that," she said, gesturing to her swimsuit, her unclothed arms and legs, and bringing attention especially to a reddening sunburn on her shoulder. She looked over as the rest of them got to talking, but ignored them for the moment. Looking at her notebook for a moment, then scribbling in it.
"I could copy some clothes, but keeping them around would take a lot of stamina..." she started mumbling to herself as her hand continued scribbling away. "I think I should just bear it for now, there's always shade to find somewhere..."</s>
<|message|>Jessica Jameson
"OK, well, I'm not a crybaby and I WASN'T CRYING," Jessica replied to Aurora, blowing her nose and wiping her tears with the inside of her tracksuit collar, "like Hellmouth says, I just... GOT EXCITED. At the prospect of..."
Shit, what was exciting about being trapped on a remote island with a bunch of DORKAZOIDS? Jessica stalled for a second before snapping and pointing at Jude.
"Finding that ki- wait, you can't find the kid?"
Jessica looked around her and, sure enough, no kid. That was no good. She might've been a dumb kid, but no way she deserved to be alone on an island. Kid was SMALL. She had to be SCARED. Jessica bit her lower lip, a bit worried about the small child, but once again she tried to suck down her dumb EMOTIONS. She turned to Penny.
"Wh- you can't just RESUMMON the sword, Eyebrows? How LAME is that? GAHAHA! Well I guess it CAN'T BE HELPED! I'll help find the SWORD and the KID and fix EVERYTHING as the NEW LEADER HERE."
Jessica smiled PROUDLY and CONFIDENTLY, putting on a face that was a lie to everyone, even herself. But hey, fake it 'til you make it. She looked to Noelle, sneering.
"We're FINE you OLD BAG. This ain't The Most Dangerous Game OR Lord of the Flies. This shit is Gilligan's Island except we get off in the end. Let's FIND SOME SHIT, and then kick back and sip a coconut or whatever."
Jessica waited for the applause that would surely follow her show of CONFIDENCE and LEADERSHIP.</s>
| <|message|>Noelle Merveille
After one boy seemingly recoiled from Noelle, which did not exactly help her ongoing attempt to keep it together, a fellow glasses-wearer stepped up to answer. Penny gave an explanation for the rather unpleasant condition of Jessica before asking if she'd seen a little girl yet. "No, not yet," Noelle replied with an edge of frustration, thinking of Lucy and not whoever Penny was talking about. "Or, um, a sword." She glanced between the other kids, starting with Aurora who was talking to herself about being stuck in a swimsuit. A sudden spike of self-consciousness hit Noelle as, for the first time, she realized she'd been thrust into a crisis in a black one-piece and flower-patterned purple sarong. Instinctively her eyes flitted to Jude, who appeared to be purposefully trying to avoid looking at her for perhaps understandable reasons, and Haywood, who managed to look away just in the nick of time.
Jessica, however, provided a distraction by launching into another session of over-enunciation, beginning with a comment directed toward Penny. If one thing was obvious, Noelle thought, it was that these kids didn't know anything more about their collective situation than she did. Probably less, in fact. It'd been a foolish hope that one of them might have answers, but part of her had hoped nonetheless. Answers would have to wait, but that was fine; knowledge came secondary to the safety of her children. As she took a direct insult Noelle's face turned to a sort of resigned, suppressed unhappiness, the kind of 'why do I have to put up with this crap' expression that came included in teachers' training manuals. "W-well!" she said, still trying to sound upbeat and composed despite realizing she'd wasted time that could have been spent searching. However, her voice was strained to a higher pitch. "It sounds like we all have children to find! So, please keep an eye out." She paused for a brief moment. "If any of you see a little boy or girl with dark hair that turns orange toward the end...um...let me know!"
Still trying to keep smiling, Noelle waved before turning to head back to the others. Not far away, where a stream flowed down from the jungle to form a furrow in the beach, a new figure emerged from the underbrush. He must have been around fifty, a stocky, hairy man with a neat, businesslike cut in the process of going gray from black. Over a white wifebeater he wore an unbuttoned sea-green Hawaiian shirt with a starfish pattern, and he wore a pair of black slacks, making him look like someone who'd been spending most of his vacation in a bar. A whole heap of jewelry and ornamentation hung off him, including an expensive-looking watch, two bracelets, three necklaces, and a piercing in his left ear. Behind him followed a panicky, mousy-looking woman with stringy blue hair, one of the potbellied dads who'd joined the volleyball game, and two teenagers that provoked a reaction from Haywood the moment he saw them.
"Liv! Milo! Hey!"
The youths ran for one another, coming to an awkward stop a few feet away. Liv, a hefty ginger with a seriously pissed-looking resting face, and Milo, a tall, stick-thin beanpole of a guy with big green eyes that seemed to be wide all the time—the buds he'd mentioned to Jessica as fellow Banzai Blasters. Together the three made an odd trio, but they looked happy to see one another again.
"Hey, you guys good?"
"Yeah, 'xcept I bruised my ass on this rock."
"A frog jumped on my face after I got dumped in the river!"
Haywood glanced at the other group. He noticed that the bald-headed father was carrying little Maggy, the girl who'd been subjected to a sandcastle-based rollercoaster of emotion before everything went nuts. "Oh hey, that's one problem solved."
"'Scuse me," speaking officiously, the decorated man held up his hands to get the attention of both groups on the beach. "Hello, hi, how are ya. The name's Lou. I'm takin' charge of the situation." He crossed his arms. "Until further notice, we're at groun' zero of a heinous terrorist attack, and we don't know who did it. Whoever it is could stab us in the backs any moment, so I ain't takin' any chances. If ya know what's good for youse, you'll stick with us 'til we figure it out. Capiche?"
He glared at the beach parties expectantly.</s> |
<|description|>Noelle Merveille
Age: 36
Appearance:
Standing at five-foot-six and weighing an amount she doesn't particularly want anyone to know about, Noelle is a mostly-ordinary, fairly-attractive woman. Her long, somewhat spiky hair is a rich ruddy brown that shines red in good light, and behind a pair of black-rimmed rectangular glasses are a pair of big blue eyes. She favors simple and elegant clothing of the kind that doesn't hug her too tightly, and simple golden loops for jewelry. Most of the time she can be found wearing a pleasant smile, too.
Personality: Sunny as the day is long, Noelle is the very picture of cheer and warmth. Thoughtful and compassionate, she's got enough love in her heart for just about everyone around her, and while not the most outgoing is always happy to make life better for other people. She enjoys cooking and is a big eater herself. That said, the pleasant glow of her spirit radiates from a brilliant fire, and she's not at all a pushover. Highly competitive, somewhat short-tempered, fairly pragmatic, and more than a little proud, she's a force to be reckoned with when push comes to shove. She makes no bones about wanting others to be the best they can be and to treat their fellow men with the same consideration she typically dons, and thusly can sometimes be strict, nagging, and irritating. Overall, however, she's a sweet woman who's at her happiest bringing happiness to others.
Background: From an early age Noelle's big heart made her stand out among others. Sweet and kind, but with a fiery competitive streak, she grew up with a lot of friends and more than a few rivals. During high school and college she was at her sporting peak, and it was in her freshman year that she discovered her epithet in a stroke of luck. After her epiphany Noelle's passion only continued to burn brighter, propelling her beyond state competitions to regional and even national events, especially the dedicated inscribed league. Her energy and spirit carried her on despite any losses or setbacks, up until the point at which a terrible accident brought her blooming tennis career to a screeching halt. Forced to rest, heal, and take things slowly, she softened up, especially after graduating and marrying her long-time boyfriend Heath Pieler.
Ultimately, Noelle forsook the world of sports and became a teacher instead, while Heath became a television salesman. She worked with children up until the point she and Heath had their own: a boy and a girl they named Tucker and Lucy. Tucker ended up taking after his father in his love of acting and performing, and when his son was ten Heath managed to convince his agency to recommend Tucker for a part as a child actor in an upcoming hero movie with epithets -a subject seldom addressed in cinema- as a major plot point. Tucker got the part, and Noelle supported him every step of the way before and during filming. When the filming finally wrapped up the lead actor, the famous Lydia Forthing, celebrated by sending most of the crew on an all-expenses-paid vacation to Otterholt Point.
Motivation: Noelle's motivation is simply to enjoy a vacation with her family, and failing that, at least ensure that no harm comes to them
Assets:
* Big Heart – Noelle's nature makes her easy to get along with and difficult for others to think poorly of her. She can make friends, avoid suspicion, and calm conflicts fairly easily. In times of trouble, she can often count on the support of those around her.
* Sudden Fire – Being nice doesn't mean being a wimp. Noelle can be strict and forceful if necessary, and is both willing to and pretty good at exerting herself physically, thanks to her time spent training both her body and her epithet.
* Smart Cookie – While she might not flaunt it, Noelle is no slouch in the brains department. She's got a lot of common sense, a good deal of practical knowledge, and a fair amount of intuition when it comes to other people, especially kids.
Flaws:
* No Great Shakes – while she has undeniable physical ability and can fight well enough when necessary, Noelle is not a trained fighter and never groomed her epithet for combat. As such, she relies on what power she has in desperate situations and can be outclassed by anyone with real training.
* Achilles Knee – even now, roughly a decade and a half after her sporting heyday got cut off thanks to an injury, her knee remains a weak spot. She favors it ever-so-slightly but still-perceptibly when moving, and if this weak spot is taken advantage of, she's more or less down for the count.
* Soft – Noelle's sporting days are long behind her, and while she exercises a few times a week, she's nowhere near as fit as she once was. Plus, she did have two kids. Add to that her inexperience with real combat and she both burns through her stamina pretty quickly and can't really adapt on the fly.
* Specs – without her glasses, she can't see very well.</s>
<|message|>Jessica Jameson
"Ah... it's that WEIRD CELEBRITY that was harassing me," Jessica said as Mark came up to them, GAGGING a little for effect, "you know that you only get away with picking on LITTLE GIRLS because you're famous, right?"
Although... dunking on this WEIRDO kind of took a back seat to saving a kid at the moment. A task which, due to the child engaging in dialogue with them, became significantly easier. It took a while, but they were able to locate the girl. She was stuck up in a tree, like a cat in a cartoon.
...Not Jessica's favorite configuration. Only HEROES saved cats from trees, and Jessica was a VILLAIN through and through. Surely one of the others would be able to save this small child. Then again, she appeared to be stuck in some thick SAP. That might be difficult for the others to handle.
Jessica flip-flopped between wanting to RUB this rescue in that DUMB WOMAN'S face and MAINTAINING her VILLAINOUS PRESENCE, but then something that the little girl said tugged at Jessica's BLACK HEARTSTRINGS.
Jessica bit her lower lip, and looked up at the kid.
"I bet... your mommy misses you a whole lot. I guess... I can help get you down."
Jessica thought, for a moment, about how much her own mother probably didn't even know she was gone, much less missed her. Then again, that was just business. Her older sister was perfect. A genius. Why waste time on the runt that nobody needed? Nobody needed her... but at least she could do this.
Jessica took out her lighter, and flicked the switch. She touched the PLASTIC CARAPACE of the bubble machine, and combined PLASTIC with HEAT to create a different configuration of plastic: a bottle, to be precise. Then, holding the bottle, she touched a streak of sap that was running down the tree. By combining a BOTTLE with the SAP, she was able to make a BOTTLE of SAP.
One strength of her ability was that, by combining things, she used the components to create a new object. Thus, the sap had all but disappeared from the tree and was now inside her bottle. The girl would be released, but Jessica wasn't strong enough to reach her all the way up in that tree, much less help her down.
"Sap's taken care of. Can either of you help get that kid down? I skip school because I'm an EVIL DELINQUENT, but if I DIDN'T skip school, I would fail gym."
Jessica examined her bottle, and considered all the things she could do with sap. Depending on the sort of sap it was, it could be used to make syrup, lacquer, or, uh...
Probably other stuff too! Maybe the teacher could identify the type and uses, because it was not Jessica's area of expertise.</s>
<|message|>Penny Draconis
"That depends on what you mean by 'everybody.'" Penny replied, ignoring Jessica's attempts to start a fight. She wasn't surprised that the dude with the heartthrob good looks of a TV star had shown up, not after getting a front row seat to how fast he was earlier. She didn't mind him being around either, speed like that could be a lifesaver. "Right now we're in the middle of...speak of the devil!" She finished as a small voice called out a reply from somewhere further in the jungle. "C'mon." She said, hastily hacking her way through the underbrush toward the voice. It was a little slower going than before, seeing as she was clearing out room for that bubble machine that Jessica had chosen as a prize.
It still only took them a little while to reach the source of the crying, and when they did Penny almost kicked herself. "Eugh." She gagged at the putrid situation. "Of course you're gonna stay where you are. Way to make me feel like an idiot." She hoped there wasn't some kind of undiscovered species of giant bug on the island that did this to people.
Jessica, on the other hand, looked like she was thinking of something way worse than horrible giant insects. The look on her face as she looked up at that kid reminded her of the look she'd given Penny when they'd first met, like she was just a little kid. The girl immediately got to work on getting the sap, or whatever that gunk was, off the girl. Penny was glad she was already getting some use out of that machine, but Penny worried that without the sap the kid was going to come tumbling down from the trunk. So when Jessica gave the word she snapped to. "I have just the men for the job, boss. Men!" She called out. The peasants as one dropped the bubble machine and stood at attention. Penny pointed up at the girl. "Fetch us that maiden fair." She intoned, with all the regal authority she could muster just to get them really pumped up.
"Aye Melord!" They said, throwing themselves at the tree and ascending as dizzying speed toward the girl like little hairy cockroaches.
"Carefully. This isn't like picking fruit!" She called up.
"Carefully." Came back down five voices as the peasants lines up around the girl and took hold of her with one of their hands, one each for her arms and legs and one above her gripping the back of her shirt. "Careful." "Careful." They said, using their surprising strength to gentle pull the girl from the remaining sap and began sliding slowly down the tree, little nails leaving gashes in the trunk as they arrested the speed of their descent.
"Well, that's one more accounted for at least." Penny said, turning back to Mark. "This is kinda what we're doing now. If we get attacked by a giant bug, could you kill in with your flash steps?"</s>
<|message|>Mark O'Dess
Mark watched as the girls rescued the child, keeping his senses open. He found it very annoying every time someone brought up his uncanny appearance of Jensen Ackles. He didn't like Jessica already and she wasn't going to make it easier to like her. "Let's just get the girl to safety." he sighed, glaring at Jessica.
He noticed the little people Penny summoned with her Epithet and how she worked them. He found it interesting. That's actually kinda cool, he thought to himself.
"Stride." he frowned at Penny. "My Epithet is Stride. It's a movement Epithet, not usually meant for outright combat. Giant bugs, though, shouldn't be too hard if you can find me a big stick to use as a weapon."
He was being modest, though it didn't sound like it, and he knew it. He loved his speed. He already knew how to fight with it.
With the girls behind him, he took point and began heading back towards the beach. "Leaving your find?" he asked Penny, motioning towards the bubblegum machine.</s>
| <|message|>Noelle Merveille
In a lucky turn of fate, one of the youngsters who happened upon the trapped child possessed just the tool for the job. Her quick thinking allowed her to combine a couple different objects in quick succession, putting the power of her epithet on display as she dealt with the problem in an improbably speedy manner. While that meant the child might tumble down the trunk and into the ground afterward, Penny recognized the situation and put her miniature legion on the case. They scrambled up and down with surprising alacrity, retrieving their target as carefully as they could. In the end, the little girl was retrieved with no fuss and only a little muss.
Though clearly shaken and close to overwhelmed, the child seemed grateful. "Thank you," she told her rescuers, remembering what her mother always said about manners. Given her saviors' recent experience with Noelle -Jessica in particular- it wasn't hard to come to a conclusion about her lineage. The teacher and her husband would no doubt be relieved, even if the return of their daughter highlighted the still-missing status of their son.
Not long after Mark divulged the nature of his epithet, there came a rustling in the underbrush. A thin girl with shot red hair, a distinctive skull-and-crossbones shirt beneath her coat, and striped red and black long socks appeared through the trees, waving as she came into talking range. "Hello," she greeted in a somewhat throaty voice before pointing her thumb at the trees behind. "Just wandering around when I found the girl. While trying to figure out a way to get her down, I heard talking. I didn't know what to make of you, so I kept a distance and watched. But way you rescued the young one there was incredible. You're obviously good people, and I shouldn't have doubted you."
In contrast to her somewhat punkish, rough-and-tumble appearance, the stranger gave off an impression of sophistication and sincerity as she spoke. Her compliments felt good, and conveyed a sense of real respect. In turn that made the stranger seem genuine and trustworthy, someone definitely in the others' camp. These associations and conclusions came easily, not weirdly so, but it just seemed so obvious. The only thing even slightly off was the ever-so-subtle sweet taste on the tongues of those present.
She held a hand in front of her chest and gave a slight bow. "It's a pleasure to meet anyone with their hearts in the right place. My name is Erin. I'm sure you have appropriately important things to be doing, but if I could lean on your generosity, would you mind telling me what's going on? Who you've encountered so far, and what you've been up to?" She asked in earnest, buttering them up a touch but by no means overbearingly so, as she stood between them and the way back to the beach.</s> |
<|description|>Penny Draconis
Age: 16
Appearance:
While not using her Epithet Penny actually tends to dress down, favoring long skirts and overly comfy looking sweaters. This non-ostentatious manner, however, is seemingly incompatible with her Epithet and her outfit is replaced whenever she draws her sword.
Personality: A scholarly sort at heart, Penny prefers snuggling up with a good book over basically any form of human interaction. This behavior has convinced her parents that she is a "smart kid," and as they have pushed her more and more to succeed her intelligence has sharpened from her constant efforts to get whatever club, after school activity, or contest they enter her in done quickly as possible (one way or the other) so she can go back to doing things she was actually interested in. This has led to her being very goal oriented, but left her with a distinct lack of respect for authority, the spirit of the rules, or any form of pageantry.
Despite her constant sour expression there is a good heart buried in there that's most apparent when she's managed to grasp a quiet moment in her claws. As could be expected she takes real issue with people that try to control or interfere in other peoples lives and she has a soft spot for people that have been obviously screwed over or are trying against impossible odds.
Background: Penny was a regular girl. At least, she tried to be in between all the classes and training she was pushed into. Her father and mother had always sensed something special in her, but even they weren't prepared for how exactly that would manifest.
One miserable raining day while Penny was waiting for the bus to cram school a hand slowly rose up from the depths of a nearby puddle. Clutched in its grip was a magnificent sword, with a shining blade and a hilt of gold beset with jewels. Penny stared at it, transfixed by its beauty. She had had a niggling little suspicion that there was something more to her for a while but this was basically confirmation. She put her foot on the crossguard and slowly pushed it back into the puddle.
The next day at breakfast the hand and its sword rose again out of her cereal. She took her spoon and shoved it back down before her mother and father could see.
Later that night the hand insistently shoved the sword up while she was in the bath. She screamed, grabbed the sword, and started beating at the hand with it. While she only succeeded in destroying the tub her parents were thrilled to discover something their little girl had been hiding from them; she obviously was one of the lucky people born with an Epithet, and after some soul searching and experimentation it seemed to be a pretty good one. This only intensified their already high expectations, which was exactly what Penny had wanted to avoid.
Motivation: Penny has convinced her parents to send her to Otterholt Point to take part in the annual sand-castle contest under the logic that it would help refine her Kingly skills, but in reality she just wants to enjoy three days of peace and leisure.
Assets:
* Sword Training: It turns out that hitting thing with a real ass god damn sword is super cathartic when you have a lot of pent up emotions, so her bi-weekly training sessions with Sensei Quixote are actually some of the only extracurriculars she reliably attends.
* Mythology Buff: By far her greatest area of interest. If there's an only myth, fairy tail, ghost story, or urban legend Penny is likely to have heard it before.
* Determination: Penny believes that you can solve any problem by applying enough thought or bodies to it. If you don't succeed one way, you come at it from another direction. You never just give up.
Flaws:
* Just A Kid: No matter how much she's studied Penny is still a child. She's not as smart as she thinks she is, and she doesn't have much worldly experience.
* Abrasive: Penny hasn't had much of a social life, and hasn't mastered social cues. This is compounded by her grumpy disposition.
* Four-eyes: Penny wears glasses. She needs them to see.
Epithet: Royal
* Excalibur, the Holy Sword of the Promised King: Penny can draw a magic sword from any body of liquid. This sword is sized for her, very light, beautifully crafted, and deadly sharp. It acts as a conduit through which all her powers flow, transforming her from a simple girl into a King. When she isn't holding the sword, all her other abilities deactivate. If broken it must be returned to the water so as to be repaired. No basis for a system of government
* Peasant Serf: The backbone of any monarchy, Penny can summon forth Peasant Serfs. Peasant Serfs are diminutive, gnomes like creatures about a fourth of Penny's size, either covered in or made of mud, and armed with various farmers tools. Though their combat prowess is negligible at best they are nonetheless hard and fast workers when assigned manual labor tasks such as digging ditches, sowing fields, building and fortifying shelter, and other such things provided they have sufficient materials. Their awareness and vocabulary are extremely limited, and Penny can only manage to summon a team of five at one time.
* Knights of the Kitchen Table: Where would any King be without her loyal cavalcade of knights? Though only slightly larger and more intelligent than the Peasant Serfs, these are far more sturdy and ready to throw themselves into battle to protect the King. Though they can fight alone their combat prowess is heightened should Penny fight alongside them. Knights take more stamina to manifest than Peasant Serfs. As such she can only manage two at any one time.</s>
<|message|>Jessica Jameson
Small?
SMALL!?
What did this dumb woman know about her life? Thinking she could fit Jessica into a neat little box within five seconds of meeting her? She didn't know ANYTHING, and she certainly didn't know how COOL Jessica really was.
SMALL!?
The Banzai Blasters knew she was cool. That's how she made CAPTAIN. That and paying them about $100 a month. She didn't know THAT. That woman didn't know how EVIL she really was. No, she didn't know anything. Jessica KNEW she didn't know anything about her.
Because if she did, she wouldn't have concluded things the way she did.
Because how are you supposed to enjoy the beach alone?
It was a mistake from the beginning. She could be anywhere in the world right now. Jessica skips school, she has money. She could be anywhere doing anything. But no matter where it was, she'd be doing it alone. Her 15th birthday was destined to be miserable from the beginning.
Jessica blew her nose on a $100 bill, crumpled it up, and tossed it on the sand.
SMALL!?
Jessica TERRORIZED the remains of the sandcastle like a kaiju. Like a HUGE SCARY MONSTER. She kicked and stomped and, yes, even roared a little because she got a bit too much into it. Looking around for something else to bully, she spotted a girl LOOKING IN HER GENERAL DIRECTION like a NERD. She began stomping up to the girl. Sadly, she had already used "glasses" as an insult today, and needed to come up with something fresh.
"Hey, EYEBROWS," she called out to Penny, "am I putting on a show here? HUUUH? You see something you like? What's your deal? Why are- is that a copy of Chance Lords? You know you can get the computer version for like $5 on Gas and it has online play. What are you doing with your life?"
Questioning other people's life decisions like an authority on their lives always made Jessica feel better about hers for some reason.</s>
<|message|>Aurora De Valera
As the man spoke, he told Aurora to take it easy (angering), and that neither of them were paying attention, implying they were equally at fault (infuriating). Aurora scowled at him as he continued, deciding that then would be the best choice to be passive-aggressive about how willing she was to use her epithet. This guy, this goddamn guy was hitting all of her buttons right now and he seemed completely clueless about it. Ough the nerve, just because he's so big he thinks he can go around being a dumbass? That wasn't how it worked, especially now that every fifth person had an epithet. She scoffed at him, turning up her chin and crossing her arms.
"Yeah, whatever dude, that's not even my epithet's main ability, it's not like I'm dropping a full list of my epithet's abilities at the feet of everyone who walks by or whatever just to make them feel safer. Hey, I'm legally obligated to inform you I'm an epithet offender. To heck with that. If people get pissy about me using my epithet then I'm allowed to get pissy at them for using their arms," she said with a tug on the towel resting on her shoulders. "Like... what's your epithet anyway. You're inscribed right?" she asked. It was an assumption based on how he talked about epithets. If he had a good one she might as well incorporate it into her book, even if the guy it was attached to was a total nerd.
Aurora also heard the wild yelling grow ever intense down the beach, and she continued to ignore it, it wasn't the important thing right now, she wasn't going to distract from this dialogue to look at some background chatter, that wasn't how the story went.</s>
| <|message|>Penny Draconis
Penny couldn't help but sign, caught between the sharptooth on the beach throwing a temper tantrum and the cyclops on the stairs getting all defensive over her Epithet. Your epithet was like your underwear, of course you don't go whipping it out all willy-nilly for every little thing that made you mad. Then there was this girl on the beach. She couln't hear what that teacher had said, but whatever it was it must have stung. How could anyone get that upset over a few words? Not even the actual kids here were as bad as these two absolute children. Maybe she should just head back to her room if these two were content to keep spoiling the atmosphere around here.
She stood up on the banister, content to take one last look at the ocean before hopping down when Sharptooth got done destroying the little girls castle and turned her attention on Penny.
It wasn't what she'd said about Chance Lords that stopped Penny in her tracks. She already thought it was a pretty stupid buy, this girl wasn't going to change her opinion on that. She didn't even think the girls misconception about what she'd been looking at was worth addressing. This wasn't what she came to this resort for, there were plenty of things she could be doing, she could just walk away and be done with it.
Instead she opened up her bag. "What about eyebrows?" she growled, pulling out her thermos and letting the bag drop to the ground below. "They're not that big. My glasses make them look bigger than they are!" She lied, spinning the cap on the thermos and letting it drop beside the bag. She leaned forward and turned the thermos over, the water pouring out and splattering into a puddle the sand was rapidly eating up. That was all right. She only needed the water to be there for a second. She jumped from the banister, landing on one knee as her hand plunged into the puddle and just kept going, slinking in up to the elbow. The puddle continued to shrink, closing around her arm, but as she rooted around the sand never moved like it would if her hand was just buried in it. Penny knew what it was though. This wasn't a puddle. It was a deep dark lake, and she felt something be thrust into her hand by the denizen of that lake.
She stood, ripping her soaking wet arm from the water and sending droplets fling from the the real ass sword she now gripped the pommel of. It didn't look like a real ass sword. In fact, no real ass sword probably ever looked like with. It had a hilt of gold, beset with jewels of all colors that would probably bounce out the first time it struck armor. The blade gleamed silver in the sunlight, bearing no nicks or scars at all. Certainly no real ass sword ever audibly went Shinnnnnng whenever it moved, and in her hand it seemed to have no real weight to it. It would honestly look more natural on a stage or in some video game, and yet there was so intangible realness to it.
There was a flash of light from it, and the water that remained on it seemed to be pushed from its body onto Penny where it grew into a title wave that washed over her. When it was done her old clothes had washed away, replaced with something unmistakable regal and unbearably ostentatious. Penny was going to hate herself later for how attention grabbing she was now, but that didn't matter. This girl had hurt her feelings, so she'd whipped out her Epithet.
She spun the sword once and slammed it blade first into the earth. There was a pulse of power, a disturbance in the sand, and then with a burst the earth birthed five little creatures. Short, fat little men with beards so big and bushy you could really only make out their beady little black eyes and big round noses through the lot of it. Their skin, what could be seen though the hair, the tunic, the boots, and the little overall trousers they wore, was tanned the deep leathery brown of men that labored outside for their daily bread since they could walk. On top of each was a floppy red hat, and in each of their hands was a simple tool. A pair a shovels, a pair of hoes, and one that just had a wooden bucket. They looked around in confusion for a few moments, until one of them noticed Penny. "Yes, my liege?"
This caught the others attention, as they turned as one and let out a chorus of shouts;
"My King!"
"All Hail The King!"
"More Work?"
"My Lord?"
Penny pulled the sword from the ground and rested it on her shoulder, breathing slightly heavily. Then she extended her sword at Sharptooth, pointing it at her feet. "Rebuild."
The little men didn't take any time to register the command. One of them just went "For The King!" before the lot of them took off and started piling and shaping sand, the one with the bucket even sprinting down to the ocean to get a bucket of water so they could work with mud. In a few moments they had already gotten the basic foundation of a castle back up and were only shaping it faster from there.
While they worked Penny stepped over to sharptooth. Only when she got close did she really notice how much taller than this girl she was and it made her feel childish, but also powerful. "I am doing nothing with my life right now. All I wanted from the beach was quiet and relaxation, but now it seems like I have to build a spite castle for a little kid I don't even know." she said. "What about you Godzuki? What did you want from the beach? If I get it for you will you stop yelling on the beach?"</s> |
<|description|>Penny Draconis
Age: 16
Appearance:
While not using her Epithet Penny actually tends to dress down, favoring long skirts and overly comfy looking sweaters. This non-ostentatious manner, however, is seemingly incompatible with her Epithet and her outfit is replaced whenever she draws her sword.
Personality: A scholarly sort at heart, Penny prefers snuggling up with a good book over basically any form of human interaction. This behavior has convinced her parents that she is a "smart kid," and as they have pushed her more and more to succeed her intelligence has sharpened from her constant efforts to get whatever club, after school activity, or contest they enter her in done quickly as possible (one way or the other) so she can go back to doing things she was actually interested in. This has led to her being very goal oriented, but left her with a distinct lack of respect for authority, the spirit of the rules, or any form of pageantry.
Despite her constant sour expression there is a good heart buried in there that's most apparent when she's managed to grasp a quiet moment in her claws. As could be expected she takes real issue with people that try to control or interfere in other peoples lives and she has a soft spot for people that have been obviously screwed over or are trying against impossible odds.
Background: Penny was a regular girl. At least, she tried to be in between all the classes and training she was pushed into. Her father and mother had always sensed something special in her, but even they weren't prepared for how exactly that would manifest.
One miserable raining day while Penny was waiting for the bus to cram school a hand slowly rose up from the depths of a nearby puddle. Clutched in its grip was a magnificent sword, with a shining blade and a hilt of gold beset with jewels. Penny stared at it, transfixed by its beauty. She had had a niggling little suspicion that there was something more to her for a while but this was basically confirmation. She put her foot on the crossguard and slowly pushed it back into the puddle.
The next day at breakfast the hand and its sword rose again out of her cereal. She took her spoon and shoved it back down before her mother and father could see.
Later that night the hand insistently shoved the sword up while she was in the bath. She screamed, grabbed the sword, and started beating at the hand with it. While she only succeeded in destroying the tub her parents were thrilled to discover something their little girl had been hiding from them; she obviously was one of the lucky people born with an Epithet, and after some soul searching and experimentation it seemed to be a pretty good one. This only intensified their already high expectations, which was exactly what Penny had wanted to avoid.
Motivation: Penny has convinced her parents to send her to Otterholt Point to take part in the annual sand-castle contest under the logic that it would help refine her Kingly skills, but in reality she just wants to enjoy three days of peace and leisure.
Assets:
* Sword Training: It turns out that hitting thing with a real ass god damn sword is super cathartic when you have a lot of pent up emotions, so her bi-weekly training sessions with Sensei Quixote are actually some of the only extracurriculars she reliably attends.
* Mythology Buff: By far her greatest area of interest. If there's an only myth, fairy tail, ghost story, or urban legend Penny is likely to have heard it before.
* Determination: Penny believes that you can solve any problem by applying enough thought or bodies to it. If you don't succeed one way, you come at it from another direction. You never just give up.
Flaws:
* Just A Kid: No matter how much she's studied Penny is still a child. She's not as smart as she thinks she is, and she doesn't have much worldly experience.
* Abrasive: Penny hasn't had much of a social life, and hasn't mastered social cues. This is compounded by her grumpy disposition.
* Four-eyes: Penny wears glasses. She needs them to see.
Epithet: Royal
* Excalibur, the Holy Sword of the Promised King: Penny can draw a magic sword from any body of liquid. This sword is sized for her, very light, beautifully crafted, and deadly sharp. It acts as a conduit through which all her powers flow, transforming her from a simple girl into a King. When she isn't holding the sword, all her other abilities deactivate. If broken it must be returned to the water so as to be repaired. No basis for a system of government
* Peasant Serf: The backbone of any monarchy, Penny can summon forth Peasant Serfs. Peasant Serfs are diminutive, gnomes like creatures about a fourth of Penny's size, either covered in or made of mud, and armed with various farmers tools. Though their combat prowess is negligible at best they are nonetheless hard and fast workers when assigned manual labor tasks such as digging ditches, sowing fields, building and fortifying shelter, and other such things provided they have sufficient materials. Their awareness and vocabulary are extremely limited, and Penny can only manage to summon a team of five at one time.
* Knights of the Kitchen Table: Where would any King be without her loyal cavalcade of knights? Though only slightly larger and more intelligent than the Peasant Serfs, these are far more sturdy and ready to throw themselves into battle to protect the King. Though they can fight alone their combat prowess is heightened should Penny fight alongside them. Knights take more stamina to manifest than Peasant Serfs. As such she can only manage two at any one time.</s>
<|message|>Aurora De Valera
The girl tried to claim that she was only laughing herself to tears, but it would take a moron to fall for that, and Aurora De Valera was no moron. She stared at the girl in bemusement as she went through some "villainous monologue", eventually rolling her eyes and pulling her notebook.
"Note to self, pale little girl is a crybaby," she said very audibly, letting her know that she was not falling for the act at all. "But like, seriously dude, I don't care if you're crying, if you're cool regardless I'm not gonna mind." She gave the girl an out, getting a sense that it wasn't going to be taken.
"Anyway, I'm not crying, and I'm dressed in a swimsuit, which is super bogus. So like, no reason to do that," she said, gesturing to her swimsuit, her unclothed arms and legs, and bringing attention especially to a reddening sunburn on her shoulder. She looked over as the rest of them got to talking, but ignored them for the moment. Looking at her notebook for a moment, then scribbling in it.
"I could copy some clothes, but keeping them around would take a lot of stamina..." she started mumbling to herself as her hand continued scribbling away. "I think I should just bear it for now, there's always shade to find somewhere..."</s>
<|message|>Jessica Jameson
"OK, well, I'm not a crybaby and I WASN'T CRYING," Jessica replied to Aurora, blowing her nose and wiping her tears with the inside of her tracksuit collar, "like Hellmouth says, I just... GOT EXCITED. At the prospect of..."
Shit, what was exciting about being trapped on a remote island with a bunch of DORKAZOIDS? Jessica stalled for a second before snapping and pointing at Jude.
"Finding that ki- wait, you can't find the kid?"
Jessica looked around her and, sure enough, no kid. That was no good. She might've been a dumb kid, but no way she deserved to be alone on an island. Kid was SMALL. She had to be SCARED. Jessica bit her lower lip, a bit worried about the small child, but once again she tried to suck down her dumb EMOTIONS. She turned to Penny.
"Wh- you can't just RESUMMON the sword, Eyebrows? How LAME is that? GAHAHA! Well I guess it CAN'T BE HELPED! I'll help find the SWORD and the KID and fix EVERYTHING as the NEW LEADER HERE."
Jessica smiled PROUDLY and CONFIDENTLY, putting on a face that was a lie to everyone, even herself. But hey, fake it 'til you make it. She looked to Noelle, sneering.
"We're FINE you OLD BAG. This ain't The Most Dangerous Game OR Lord of the Flies. This shit is Gilligan's Island except we get off in the end. Let's FIND SOME SHIT, and then kick back and sip a coconut or whatever."
Jessica waited for the applause that would surely follow her show of CONFIDENCE and LEADERSHIP.</s>
<|message|>Noelle Merveille
After one boy seemingly recoiled from Noelle, which did not exactly help her ongoing attempt to keep it together, a fellow glasses-wearer stepped up to answer. Penny gave an explanation for the rather unpleasant condition of Jessica before asking if she'd seen a little girl yet. "No, not yet," Noelle replied with an edge of frustration, thinking of Lucy and not whoever Penny was talking about. "Or, um, a sword." She glanced between the other kids, starting with Aurora who was talking to herself about being stuck in a swimsuit. A sudden spike of self-consciousness hit Noelle as, for the first time, she realized she'd been thrust into a crisis in a black one-piece and flower-patterned purple sarong. Instinctively her eyes flitted to Jude, who appeared to be purposefully trying to avoid looking at her for perhaps understandable reasons, and Haywood, who managed to look away just in the nick of time.
Jessica, however, provided a distraction by launching into another session of over-enunciation, beginning with a comment directed toward Penny. If one thing was obvious, Noelle thought, it was that these kids didn't know anything more about their collective situation than she did. Probably less, in fact. It'd been a foolish hope that one of them might have answers, but part of her had hoped nonetheless. Answers would have to wait, but that was fine; knowledge came secondary to the safety of her children. As she took a direct insult Noelle's face turned to a sort of resigned, suppressed unhappiness, the kind of 'why do I have to put up with this crap' expression that came included in teachers' training manuals. "W-well!" she said, still trying to sound upbeat and composed despite realizing she'd wasted time that could have been spent searching. However, her voice was strained to a higher pitch. "It sounds like we all have children to find! So, please keep an eye out." She paused for a brief moment. "If any of you see a little boy or girl with dark hair that turns orange toward the end...um...let me know!"
Still trying to keep smiling, Noelle waved before turning to head back to the others. Not far away, where a stream flowed down from the jungle to form a furrow in the beach, a new figure emerged from the underbrush. He must have been around fifty, a stocky, hairy man with a neat, businesslike cut in the process of going gray from black. Over a white wifebeater he wore an unbuttoned sea-green Hawaiian shirt with a starfish pattern, and he wore a pair of black slacks, making him look like someone who'd been spending most of his vacation in a bar. A whole heap of jewelry and ornamentation hung off him, including an expensive-looking watch, two bracelets, three necklaces, and a piercing in his left ear. Behind him followed a panicky, mousy-looking woman with stringy blue hair, one of the potbellied dads who'd joined the volleyball game, and two teenagers that provoked a reaction from Haywood the moment he saw them.
"Liv! Milo! Hey!"
The youths ran for one another, coming to an awkward stop a few feet away. Liv, a hefty ginger with a seriously pissed-looking resting face, and Milo, a tall, stick-thin beanpole of a guy with big green eyes that seemed to be wide all the time—the buds he'd mentioned to Jessica as fellow Banzai Blasters. Together the three made an odd trio, but they looked happy to see one another again.
"Hey, you guys good?"
"Yeah, 'xcept I bruised my ass on this rock."
"A frog jumped on my face after I got dumped in the river!"
Haywood glanced at the other group. He noticed that the bald-headed father was carrying little Maggy, the girl who'd been subjected to a sandcastle-based rollercoaster of emotion before everything went nuts. "Oh hey, that's one problem solved."
"'Scuse me," speaking officiously, the decorated man held up his hands to get the attention of both groups on the beach. "Hello, hi, how are ya. The name's Lou. I'm takin' charge of the situation." He crossed his arms. "Until further notice, we're at groun' zero of a heinous terrorist attack, and we don't know who did it. Whoever it is could stab us in the backs any moment, so I ain't takin' any chances. If ya know what's good for youse, you'll stick with us 'til we figure it out. Capiche?"
He glared at the beach parties expectantly.</s>
| <|message|>Penny Draconis
"Shut up it's just sand! They're full of sand!" Penny said, covering up her eyebrows. "It's artificial thickener, it's not real." She gave them a quick rub with her palms. To her credit some evidence of her two face plants into the beach did come trickling down.
It took her a moment to parse the rest of what Mad Dog had, and it was perhaps the only thing that kept Penny from blowing her top at the girl and stomping off into the jungle. At the very least she was willing to help even if she was compelled to keep giving Penny reasons to slap her, such as pointing out her obvious weaknesses for everyone to here. "No I can't just get the sword back. It's not, technically, mine I think."
It wasn't long after that that Mad Dog's friend called out, drawing Penny's attention up the beach to where a small party emerged from the jungle carrying the first half of Penny's quest. She was stunningly relieved to see the girl okay, but less relived when the only person on the beach wearing more jewelry than her started declaring himself the leader of the castaways here. She got a sour feeling just from the way he talked that over-road any qualms she'd had about tramping through the jungle. She turned sullenly back to Jessica. At least when this girl declared herself leader Penny didn't feel threatened by it. It wouldn't hurt to see if they couldn't find teach's missing kids while they were at it. "I'm not in any mood to watch beach politics play out. You still want to help look around? I could probably get my peasants to build a whole coconut grove if I got my sword. Or a boat. Or at least some shelter from this god awful sun."
Speaking of the god awful sun she couldn't help but notice the gradual reddening of the pale writers bare shoulders. Reaching up to the jeweled clasp of her shoulder...vest....thing she undid it and pulled the garment off leaving her black undershirt to absorb the full force of the suns rays. "Here." She said, handing it over to the girl. "I hate the stupid outfit anyway."</s> |
<|description|>Mark O'Dess
Age: 21
Appearance:
Mark has been told a lot recently that he resembles an actor from a show he doesn't watch but he doesn't care. It's not like he tries to look like him. He just knows how to make himself look good. With his hair perfected and his outfits usually combining flannel, denim, and/or leather, he can't help when people mistake him for... What was his name again?
Personality: Mark isn't afraid to put a guy in his place, whether that guy is being a douche, being abusive to his girl, or being a criminal. In actual fights, Mark uses his speed to stay ahead of the attacker and grapple them in an armbar, triangle lock, or his signature wind-knocker.
When he's not being a rough-and-tumble badass, Mark likes to spend his time reading. He has many interesting adventure books to catch up on. He'll read in just about every place and position he can.
If you were to catch him on the street, he'd greet you with a nod and a small wave, despite your looks or status. Except for children. Mark has always had a soft spot for the youngest generation, usually making them laugh, or at least stop crying, before going on his way. He's often advised the youngsters to help them out in sticky situations.
Background: Mark grew up as the oldest of 4. With a brother 3 years younger and twin sisters 6 years younger, Mark was always told he'd have to help out. His mom was in a bad condition after the twins' births and constantly getting worse. After fighting for a year, her body gave out. At only 7 years old, Mark had to start growing up. His father was constantly working, meaning they were raised more by their grandparents.
His mom's moms were very loving and tended to spoil the 4 of them. His father's parents were a bit more strict but no less loving. On their dad's day off, he would play with them and take care of them as much as he could.
When Mark was 13, he got in an argument with a friend about words and ended up accidentally activating his epithet. Instantly, he went from shouting in his friend's face to screaming at the back of his head. Needless to say, the argument ended as the boys started talking about the new epithet. They worked together to figure out what the word was and how it could be used.
Over the next 8 years, Mark trained as hard as he could to expand his abilities and become better with his epithet. With the help of his best friend, Mark was able to get a rather impressive skillset that he used daily for making life easier and for helping others.
Motivation: Mark's motivation is his family, friends, and the protection of the innocent. He often spends his days off and time after work walking the streets in search of a crime to prevent or stop.
Assets: Mark may not be the strongest guy in the fight but, even without his epithet, he's rather fast. While not insanely fast, like his favorite comic book heroes, he did train himself to be able to beat the fastest member of the school's track team in a normal foot race. He also has incredible balance and agility, practiced mainly for his skateboard and roller blades, which he has partially transferred into parkour.
Flaws: Mark can be very lazy when he doesn't want to do something. He knows he's a procrastinator and tries to counter it with alarms to get him mobile again but that doesn't always work. His least favorite thing about himself is his ADHD, which he tries his best to act against. On top of all that, he doesn't eat healthy, as he's trying to gain weight. People have told him they want his metabolism. He always tells them they don't really want his, they want one just a bit slower so they're in a healthy weight range, not underweight.
Epithet: Stride
Quick Stride: Able to step to random places around the battlefield.
Long Stride: Able to "teleport" to anywhere he can see (max 1 mile) with a single step. This ability must be charged. The longer it's charged, the further he can stride.
Heavy Stride: Can create a 1-foot diameter crater where he stomps.
Take in Stride: When concentrating, he only takes half as much damage as normal when hit.
Air Stride: While in the air, he can slow his speed to half.</s>
<|message|>Mark O'Dess
Mark watched as the girls rescued the child, keeping his senses open. He found it very annoying every time someone brought up his uncanny appearance of Jensen Ackles. He didn't like Jessica already and she wasn't going to make it easier to like her. "Let's just get the girl to safety." he sighed, glaring at Jessica.
He noticed the little people Penny summoned with her Epithet and how she worked them. He found it interesting. That's actually kinda cool, he thought to himself.
"Stride." he frowned at Penny. "My Epithet is Stride. It's a movement Epithet, not usually meant for outright combat. Giant bugs, though, shouldn't be too hard if you can find me a big stick to use as a weapon."
He was being modest, though it didn't sound like it, and he knew it. He loved his speed. He already knew how to fight with it.
With the girls behind him, he took point and began heading back towards the beach. "Leaving your find?" he asked Penny, motioning towards the bubblegum machine.</s>
<|message|>Noelle Merveille
In a lucky turn of fate, one of the youngsters who happened upon the trapped child possessed just the tool for the job. Her quick thinking allowed her to combine a couple different objects in quick succession, putting the power of her epithet on display as she dealt with the problem in an improbably speedy manner. While that meant the child might tumble down the trunk and into the ground afterward, Penny recognized the situation and put her miniature legion on the case. They scrambled up and down with surprising alacrity, retrieving their target as carefully as they could. In the end, the little girl was retrieved with no fuss and only a little muss.
Though clearly shaken and close to overwhelmed, the child seemed grateful. "Thank you," she told her rescuers, remembering what her mother always said about manners. Given her saviors' recent experience with Noelle -Jessica in particular- it wasn't hard to come to a conclusion about her lineage. The teacher and her husband would no doubt be relieved, even if the return of their daughter highlighted the still-missing status of their son.
Not long after Mark divulged the nature of his epithet, there came a rustling in the underbrush. A thin girl with shot red hair, a distinctive skull-and-crossbones shirt beneath her coat, and striped red and black long socks appeared through the trees, waving as she came into talking range. "Hello," she greeted in a somewhat throaty voice before pointing her thumb at the trees behind. "Just wandering around when I found the girl. While trying to figure out a way to get her down, I heard talking. I didn't know what to make of you, so I kept a distance and watched. But way you rescued the young one there was incredible. You're obviously good people, and I shouldn't have doubted you."
In contrast to her somewhat punkish, rough-and-tumble appearance, the stranger gave off an impression of sophistication and sincerity as she spoke. Her compliments felt good, and conveyed a sense of real respect. In turn that made the stranger seem genuine and trustworthy, someone definitely in the others' camp. These associations and conclusions came easily, not weirdly so, but it just seemed so obvious. The only thing even slightly off was the ever-so-subtle sweet taste on the tongues of those present.
She held a hand in front of her chest and gave a slight bow. "It's a pleasure to meet anyone with their hearts in the right place. My name is Erin. I'm sure you have appropriately important things to be doing, but if I could lean on your generosity, would you mind telling me what's going on? Who you've encountered so far, and what you've been up to?" She asked in earnest, buttering them up a touch but by no means overbearingly so, as she stood between them and the way back to the beach.</s>
<|message|>Jessica Jameson
Jessica grinned her big shark grin, feeling accomplishment well up inside of her. She definitely didn't feel good because she helped a scared kid and it was the right thing to do. No, she felt good because she was AWESOME and now she could make that woman bow and apologize! She would order that lady to get down on her hands and knees and assume the dogeza stance just like in her anime!
"GAHAHA!" Jessica laughed loudly out of nowhere, to nobody but herself like an ABSOLUTE CHAD.
As if her massive accomplishment wasn't enough, the TV star Jensen Ackles of award-winning drama blah blah blah you get the point DIVULGED the nature of his epithet. He must've been pretty confident and, from the sounds of it, he had every reason to be. However, like that one cartoon said, "knowing is half the battle". Now that she knew what his epithet was, she could SCHEME ways to counter it just in case.
As Jessica turned to head back to the beach, her head HUGE from accomplishment, she quickly came face to face with a girl who looked like a PUNK. Dammit... PUNK was JESSICA'S aesthetic! At least when she wasn't a delinquent. It switched between the two depending. Jessica was about to tell the woman off for TOTALLY APING HER STYLE when she found herself being ABSOLUTELY FLATTERED.
"W-well," Jessica replied, blushing a bit, "I'm actually EVIL, you know? Definitely not a good person. But thank you for noticing how AWESOME I am. Actually, we were just... did I recently eat a candy?"
Jessica smacked her lips, paused a second, and then opened the bottle in order to sniff it.
She had combined a bottle and something that could be bottled, but had only assumed it was sap. Maybe it was syrup or something? She gave the contents a sniff.
"We were just, uh... going back to camp... with this kid... to make that teacher apologize," Jessica answered, a little distracted.
"You know... that busybody meganekko. I like your shirt, by the way. Do you think this TRACKSUIT looks cool on me?"</s>
<|message|>Penny Draconis
"Excellent work, pipsqueaks." Penny said as the peasants carried the girl down from the tree, leaving it vague whether she included Jessica in the compliment lest her head explode from how big it got since her sappy solution had worked. When they got close enough Penny put her sword under one arm and reached up, taking the girl around the armpits and lifting her the rest of the way down down as the peasants let themselves fall like hairy coconuts to the forest floor around them. She gave the kid a quick once over, seeing if she was hurt in any way besides the evident exhaustion of the ordeal. Up close their rescuee bared an unmistakable resemblance to the teacher from the beach, which meant that now all they had to do now was track her down. In the middle of the jungle. Great.
Everybody was turning to head back to the beach when Mark asked whether they would be carrying the bubble machine with them. "Of course." She said, snapping her finger. The peasants lifted up the bubble machine as it looked like Penny was going to be stuck carrying the kid. With an uncomfortable glance down and a terrible attempt at a reassuring smile she set out after the other two. Luckily for her they hadn't even started back yet when a girl emerged from the woods.
Jessica fielded her questions, thankfully. She made a questionably believable attempt to establish her evil cred, but trying to say that with a stammer and a blush was just eyerolling. To be fair, though, it felt like a compliment from her could make anybody blush. Penny wasn't good with compliments anyway, especially when they were this genuine. "Yeah, we're gonna prove her wrong by reuniting her with her loving daughter." She added, just in case either Erin or the kid got any weird ideas from how Jessica had described things. As she did she smacked her lips at the mention of the sweet taste that must have been hanging in the air.
@Rockin Strings</s>
| <|message|>Mark O'Dess
Mark smiled softly as the words of the newcomer. He didn't notice it at first but could definitely sense a sweet after-taste through his mouth once Jessica had said something. The girl was blushing while trying to proclaim she was a bad guy? He quickly used his Stride to get behind Erin.
"I suggest you turn your epithet off, Erin. It doesn't seem fit for combat. We can get you back to the beach if you stick with us."
He didn't truly know if Erin was using an epithet or not but the clues were there. With that, he began motioning the girls towards the beach, watching Jessica and Erin closely. He thought he could trust Penny, at least for now, and wasn't worried about her since he understood at least the basics of her epithet.</s> |
<|description|>Aurora De Valera
"I could be writing my book right now."
I'm like... short and stuff. I haven't measured myself since I was like ten, so don't bother asking how tall specifically, or how heavy. I think that's supposed to be rude or something so don't do that. My hair is pitch black, and gathers in these ugly oily clumps that I hate but it's too annoying to wrestle with. My eye is hazel or something I dunno who cares about eye color don't talk about my eyes, just don't do it. I wear a big comfy poncho overtop of black clothes that I wear because they don't stain easily not because I'm some hot topic goth ick.
Age: 17 and like... three quarters.
Background: Well like... it's a long story but I can tell it if I haaaave to. Uggggh. Aurora De Valera is my name and before you ask yes I am Hispanic, no that does not mean I speak Spanish. I was adopted. My original family was super lame so I was raised by my uncle on my mother's side. He did his best I guess, but my grandfather was the best guy... ever. He was a published author and stuff, not bragging or anything (Is totally bragging). He taught me that writing is like the most fun you can have, so I do that a lot now it's pretty cool.
Oh, the bandages... right. I lost my eye to like some super bogus illness a few years ago. No those aren't scratch scars shut up you're annoying me.
My epithet clipboard awakened when I started writing about my dog, and realized that I remembered exactly what he looked like at that specific moment. It freaked me out so much I crossed his name out like an idiot, and he like, poofed into the air like an air poofy thing. I cried so hard, but eventually I started feeling super tired and stuff, so I passed out and when I woke up he was back, which was just like, the best. I like playing around with my epithet to see what it can do, it's fun and stuff. I've never used it to fight somebody or anything but I think I know it well enough to beat some dude up, kufufu~.
So yeah.
Motivation: I want to write a book and like, this is the most chill place I could imagine, but if some crazy stuff goes down I totally wanna be there to put it in my notes. Radical.
Assets:* Focused - So like, your eyes have always gotta be ready for whatever the world throws at you, if you miss something then you're never going to get to put it in your book, which is totally bogus. So I don't let myself do that.
* Has a giant pen - It's like a stupid novelty I bought a few years back but it's like, super capable of bludgeoning things. It kinda looks like a katana which is weird...
* Bored - So like if you're going to do some weird pose for like ten minutes I'm totally just gonna walk away or something. Theatrics or whatever are totally lame.
Flaws: * No Depth Perception - ...What? You want some kind of elaboration? No, I refuse, I'm not talking about it.
* Slave to the narrative - Listen, everything would be better if it followed a narrative, so I'm going to try my best to make life follow a narrative, and if that means screwing things up to make a better story well sucks to be you then doesn't it?
* Teamwork schmemework - I do my own thing, don't bug me about it and don't try to tell me how important or strong the power of friendship is, that's totally bogus.
Epithet - Clipboard
* Copy - The user gains photographic memory of any object, place, action, person, or word, so long as they write it down in a "clipboard", which will then allow the user to perform their other abilities.
* Paste - The user can summon any object that they have written down in their clipboard of choice, enabling perfect copies of objects or even people. These copies drain stamina as long as they are active, and copies of people are incapable of speech.
* Cut - The user crosses out an object in their clipboard, and it disappears from the world. The user can then write the object back in their clipboard, and it will return in the same state as when it left, in the same spot relative to the user. A person who has been clipped will not know any time has passed and it will seem as if they have teleported. The longer an object is gone, the more stamina it will take.
* Point - The user writes a number in their clipboard next to an object of choice, and can change the size of said object for a period of time. 12 is the object's natural size, and 24 is 2 times the object's natural size and so on. The larger the change the more stamina is used and the less time the transformation lasts.
* Tab Stop - The user writes a number in inches next to an object, and in the real world the object will move that amount to whatever direction the word is from the word in the clipboard. Larger distances require larger amounts of stamina.</s>
<|message|>Aurora De Valera
As a man crashed into her and knocked her down, Aurora's hair went down over her face, hiding her quickly souring expression. She took her notebook from the man's hand with a violent swipe of her hand, ignoring his offer to help pick her up.
"How do you not know how to look where you're going?" she asked with a steely glare. She opened her notebook, scrawling a quick description of the man, then shifting him five feet into the moving water, watching as a wave crashed into the man with a revenge-fueled grin. "So like, you'd better start learning, or you're going to keep getting wet. Kufufu~," she laughed with a hand on her chin, before wrapping herself back up in her towel and beginning to walk back towards the changing rooms, before looking back at the man she'd moved, and sighed.
With another quick scribble she moved him back to where he was, still wettened by his little dip but now at least on the sand.
"Don't screw up again, dude, I can do worse," she said, exasperatedly. "What were you paying attention to so much that you just crashed into someone anyway?"</s>
<|message|>Noelle Merveille
Instead of a a girl ready to play the victim, Rosco Lafayette found fire. The girl snatched her notebook, batted away his offered hand, and snapped at him while scribbling in the journal. For a moment Rosco met her with a look of confusion, but just as the word 'accident' came to his lips, he found himself forcefully moved. Suddenly the surf lapped around his calves, and a moment later a -rather small- wave crashed into him. Though even more confused he did not seem bothered, and in fact barely moved or even flinched as the water hit him. Rather, he seemed comfortable, amused, and even relieved. This sort of revenge he could handle, versus the sort a girl screaming accusations and howling for police could bring down upon him. A few onlookers even tittered. The situation was defused.
Obviously, she'd used her epithet to do this to him. No other explanation. The fact that she'd whip it out on a whim like that was equal parts intriguing and worrisome. Rosco turned back to see if the girl had stormed off or needed some sort of additional response to be satisfied. Maybe, he thought, he should have let himself be bowled over, and sealed the deal with a little humiliation. It wasn't like he cared, after all. Unfortunately the girl stuck around, and after a brief pause, shifted him back out of the water. At full height, not stooping down to lend a hand, Rosco towered over her, but clearly the girl didn't lack for spirit. And still with the unfair questions, trying to make the situation into more than what it was. And a threat, too. Did this kid think that her epithet made her invincible? Schools had therapy for that sort of thing. It appeared that it would take a little more to let bygones be bygones.
He held up his hands helplessly, trying to placate her. "Take it easy, little lady. Just an accident. Neither of us were payin' attention. It happens." Using one hand he took off his shades so that the other could wipe some saltwater off. His eyes were big, a glistening swirl of blue and green, bright as the sea itself. He replaced the shades, put one hand on his waist, and pointed the other at her. "You know, you've got some guts to throw around your epithet like that. Lot of people think it's a private matter, and take usin' it personally. Like a concealed carry, 'cept nobody knows what the gun does." Rosco wondered about the girl's perspective, and why she acted the way she did. The next man who crossed her might not have her best interests at heart, after all, so if he could leave her with some parting advice he figured it'd be worth a try.
Not too far away, atop the wooden barrier, Penny could get a good look at just about all the beach had to offer, from the fledgling foam pit to the market stalls to the couple of folks floating on their backs a hundred feet or so out from he shore, peacefully soaking up the warm sun in the cool water. The strident voice of Jessica, however, cut into the pleasant scene and grabbed at her attention.
Jessica, wearing a cruelly gleeful smile that showed off sharp teeth, rounded on the teacher lady with remarkable spirit to rebuke her. The woman looked not-at-all affronted by the teenager's choice of insult, and listened with a stony expression until her turn came around to speak. "What you're doing isn't evil," Noelle told the self-proclaimed evildoer. "It's just sad. You're acting like a middle schooler who's watched too many cartoons. I'm sure security would be glad to escort you off the premises if they learned you were bullying little kids. But I bet your parents wouldn't like that, hm?"
With a knowing smile, Noelle pushed up her glasses. "From the way you talk you sound like you think you're important. You act mean and tough, but what you are is small and soft, clearly well cared-for. Your parents must be big-timers, but I don't see them around. If they were, you could be held accountable. I don't see any friends, either." Noelle, having been working her way on a progressive line of thought, suddenly shot straight to the conclusion. Her expression took a turn for the sad. "Oh. I see." She knelt down, wiped the little kid's eyes, and started brushing sand off her. "There you go, sweetie. Let's get you cleaned up. You should go find your mommy and daddy and play near them."
The child nodded, and after a moment stood up before heading off. Noelle stood up herself, and brushed sand from her legs. A final glance was spared for Jessica, more pitying than anything. "Well, you should stop being a nuisance before security notices. There's plenty to enjoy without bothering anyone." With that she took her leave, making for the shoreline to join Heath. As she approached she noticed a concerned look haunting him. "What is it?"
"Just...Tucker's not a great swimmer, you know?"
Noelle wrapped an arm around her husband's shoulder. "Relax. He has arm floats on, right? And the lifeguard's watching, too. No reason to worry." She looked out across the water. The flock of children were nearing the buoy where Lydia clapped and cheered.</s>
<|message|>Jessica Jameson
Small?
SMALL!?
What did this dumb woman know about her life? Thinking she could fit Jessica into a neat little box within five seconds of meeting her? She didn't know ANYTHING, and she certainly didn't know how COOL Jessica really was.
SMALL!?
The Banzai Blasters knew she was cool. That's how she made CAPTAIN. That and paying them about $100 a month. She didn't know THAT. That woman didn't know how EVIL she really was. No, she didn't know anything. Jessica KNEW she didn't know anything about her.
Because if she did, she wouldn't have concluded things the way she did.
Because how are you supposed to enjoy the beach alone?
It was a mistake from the beginning. She could be anywhere in the world right now. Jessica skips school, she has money. She could be anywhere doing anything. But no matter where it was, she'd be doing it alone. Her 15th birthday was destined to be miserable from the beginning.
Jessica blew her nose on a $100 bill, crumpled it up, and tossed it on the sand.
SMALL!?
Jessica TERRORIZED the remains of the sandcastle like a kaiju. Like a HUGE SCARY MONSTER. She kicked and stomped and, yes, even roared a little because she got a bit too much into it. Looking around for something else to bully, she spotted a girl LOOKING IN HER GENERAL DIRECTION like a NERD. She began stomping up to the girl. Sadly, she had already used "glasses" as an insult today, and needed to come up with something fresh.
"Hey, EYEBROWS," she called out to Penny, "am I putting on a show here? HUUUH? You see something you like? What's your deal? Why are- is that a copy of Chance Lords? You know you can get the computer version for like $5 on Gas and it has online play. What are you doing with your life?"
Questioning other people's life decisions like an authority on their lives always made Jessica feel better about hers for some reason.</s>
| <|message|>Aurora De Valera
As the man spoke, he told Aurora to take it easy (angering), and that neither of them were paying attention, implying they were equally at fault (infuriating). Aurora scowled at him as he continued, deciding that then would be the best choice to be passive-aggressive about how willing she was to use her epithet. This guy, this goddamn guy was hitting all of her buttons right now and he seemed completely clueless about it. Ough the nerve, just because he's so big he thinks he can go around being a dumbass? That wasn't how it worked, especially now that every fifth person had an epithet. She scoffed at him, turning up her chin and crossing her arms.
"Yeah, whatever dude, that's not even my epithet's main ability, it's not like I'm dropping a full list of my epithet's abilities at the feet of everyone who walks by or whatever just to make them feel safer. Hey, I'm legally obligated to inform you I'm an epithet offender. To heck with that. If people get pissy about me using my epithet then I'm allowed to get pissy at them for using their arms," she said with a tug on the towel resting on her shoulders. "Like... what's your epithet anyway. You're inscribed right?" she asked. It was an assumption based on how he talked about epithets. If he had a good one she might as well incorporate it into her book, even if the guy it was attached to was a total nerd.
Aurora also heard the wild yelling grow ever intense down the beach, and she continued to ignore it, it wasn't the important thing right now, she wasn't going to distract from this dialogue to look at some background chatter, that wasn't how the story went.</s> |
<|description|>Jessica Jameson
Age: 15
Appearance: With her long, golden hair and sharp blue eyes, she looks like the standard ojou. EXCEPT FOR THE SHARK TEETH. Yes, the teeth of a true DELINQUENT who enjoys CRIME and DOING CRIME. She has the pale skin of a VILLAIN and the twintails of a SUPER VILLAIN. She's very short but DON'T TELL HER THAT and ALSO NAPOLEON WAS SHORT AND HE KICKED ASS.
What do you mean Napoleon wasn't actually short?
Anyways, when she's not wearing her DELINQUENT track suit (because it's comfy) she's wearing… that's right… her BANZAI CAPTAIN'S UNIFORM.
Personality: Jessica was born to be bad. She loves sewing CHAOS and DESTRUCTION everywhere she goes because she is VERY INSECURE. Like all good delinquents, she has a soft spot for puppies and kittens. She spends most of her free time lazing around the house, eating junk, and consuming media like potato chips.
Background: Jessica was born into the most difficult circumstance imaginable: being VERY RICH. Her parents bought her everything she ever wanted, she lived in a mansion with maids and servants, and had her every whim catered to ALL THE TIME.
Truly a tragedy.
Jessica's older sister, Perfecta, was already set to take over the family MONEY BUSINESS by the time Jessica was born. Because of this, there were very few expectations placed on Jessica, and the few that were ended up easily crushed by the revelation that Jessica was VERY NOT GOOD at everything she tried. Why couldn't she play piano like her sister? Why couldn't she make numbers bend to her whim like her
sister? Why couldn't she come up with a revolutionary cure for LUGEFAUST SYNDROME like her SISTER?
Jessica's parents stopped caring about whatever she was up to and gave her a credit card in place of their care and affection, and in return, Jessica stopped TRYING. All-in-all a good arrangement.
One day, while eating Sugar Pockets Cereal (the sugary cereal for only the most discerning of manchildren), she came upon an ad for the Banzai Blasters. It was here that she found her place. She took out daddy's credit card, bought her way right up to CAPTAIN, and immediately had a sense of SELF-WORTH.
Money is AWESOME!
But she had no friends or acquaintances, so she had no blasters to lead. To date, her only successful job is a convenience store robbery. That she pulled off solo. While the manager was high as a kite.
But it still counts!
Motivation: Otterholt Point is just out of the way enough to ROB A BUNCH OF SHIT, make a name for herself, and get the recognition of the Banzai Blaster organization as a whole!
…Is what she tells herself.
But the real reason is that it's her birthday and her family forgot, so she wanted to go somewhere fun.
Assets: She's bad at a lot of things, but she knows a lot about media and can eat a lot of garbage without getting fat. She's actually pretty good with computers and electronics.
Flaws: She is physically very weak, is terrible at identifying her own emotions, and is reliant on a pyramid scheme for her self-worth.
Epithet: MONGREL
• GATTAI!!!- Jessica can combine with anything to create another form. However, this form is always volatile and only lasts a short time. Combining with animals lasts up to an hour, combining with plants lasts up to 30 minutes, and combining with minerals lasts a minute tops. She can uncombine at will, however, and the materials separate intact.
• Monday, it's time for ALCHEMY- Jessica can combine any two things to make a third thing that logically follows from the first two things. Like she can combine water and bones to make soup. Theoretically, she could then combine that soup with something else to make some sort of MEGA SOUP. But what kind of moron would use soup for villainy?
• QUICKCHANGE!- Jessica can immediately 'combine' with a different outfit, changing into her Banzai uniform at breakneck speeds! If she owns an outfit, she can change into it immediately. She can also change the clothes of others if she touches them, but only to clothes she owns.</s>
<|message|>Jessica Jameson
Yet another clueless adult. Nothing that Jessica hadn't heard before. It lacked the SICK PERSONALS that the teacher brought to the table as well. Empty words, devoid of meaning. The last line, especially, was laughable to Jessica. Acting like nothing was wrong was her BAG, and infinitely preferable to the truth.
Because the 'truth' was that Jessica was friendless, unlikable, and that her own family forgot her birthday. For three years straight.
SCREW the truth, the truth sucked and Haywood knew it.
"OOOHHH SICK BUUURN," Jessica called out after Haywood delivered a piece of verbal ART. She flipped 'Mark' off as she backed away.
"LATER, LOSER!"
She was feeling pretty good about her verbal victory. Maybe with the help of Haywood and his crew, she might actually be able to get something done today. Maybe they could have fun knocking over a store or two. At least it would beat last year, when she stayed at home alone and ate a dozen cupcakes while watching anime and crying.
But she was blindsided by an unexpected source.
Like havin' some tacky trick makes you important.
Jessica stopped in her tracks, and looked at the ground, chuckling nervously.
"Y-yeah... assholes."
Because Jessica knew that, even though her epithet wasn't that great, it was also the only thing that made her special. Nobody liked her, and she wasn't good at anything, but Mongrel was HERS. No one else could do what she could, even if that something wasn't incredibly cool. It hurt, but it would be best to come clean about her status as an Inscribed before things got too weird.
"A-actually, you know, I was lying to that guy. I'm really-"
Thunderbolts and lightning. Very, very frightening. Jessica's eyes widened as she looked out at the ocean.
"...Shit."
---
"Ugh... what happened...? My birthday... w-was it a 'rager'? Did I party HARD?"
Jessica stumbled to her feet, brushing the sand off her face.
"The beach still? How did I... huh? Wait... this isn't..."
Second after second, more information came in. The wreckage, the groaning people, the new scenery, and then memory of the storm.
"Wait, what?"
Jessica continued looking around in disbelief. It was all coming together, but none of it made sense.
All she wanted was a happy birthday.
Of course something like this would happen.
Of course.
And now she was gonna die on a desert island because her parents didn't know or care where she went. All because she wanted to get out of her room and try something different. Whatever she tried, it seemed failure followed her. It was too much to take in all at once. Jessica was still a kid, after all.
She crouched and buried her face in her hands, because she didn't want anyone to see. She whimpered, sobbed, and began to cry, trying her best to do so softly and muffle the sounds. No one could see her like this. Crying was lame. Banzai Blasters didn't cry.
Banzai Blasters didn't cry.</s>
<|message|>Aurora De Valera
Aurora continued watching the other beachgoers, pen and pad in hand. She was so enthralled that when the storm began she was taken by surprise. She quickly tried to write down what was happening, she just needed to get it down, then she could cut it away, right? She might pass out, but she wouldn't get wet. Wait... that's a little more than a storm.
Uh oh.
---
Aurora groaned and pushed herself to her knees, her mind taking a moment to scan her surroundings. She could tell from a glance that this wasn't the beach that she'd just been on... yesterday? Whatever, it was different, she was observant enough to notice. How totally bogus. How'd she even get here? Was it that storm?
Woah, she wasn't alone, a bunch of the people she'd seen on the beach before were waking up too. They were reacting in their very human ways, and Aurora made a mental note of all of their reactions, as she didn't have her notebook on her anymore. Oh, there it was, how lucky. Aurora was mildly annoyed with being tossed onto a deserted island, but with her notebook she had perfect recall of her plot, she'd write it on bark and leaves if needbe, but she had all she needed. Rescue would be nice, but so long as she left her work behind and someone found it? She could sit here and die for all it mattered to her.
She noticed a girl near her in the sand, looking around in disbelief, before burying her face in her hands. Well, that meant not good things. Aurora stood, gathering her notebook, which, thank god, still had a pen with it, and making her way over. She cursed at the fact that she was still clad in only a swimsuit, but that was fine, it didn't matter. She approached the girl and crouched next to her.
"Hey. You okay and stuff?" she asked, trying to sound interested despite that being the antithesis of her normal behavior.</s>
<|message|>Penny Draconis
Penny tuned to the source of Jude's voice like a prairie dog scanning zeroing in on a hawk screech. God she was happy to see him. She was almost disgusted by how happy she was to see him. In fact, it was that disorienting happy disgust mixture that made her realize just how close she was to tripping over the cliff right into freakoutsville. She had just met that guy after all, under some extremely annoying circumstances, she shouldn't feel like she'd just spotted her pet dog back from the dead and fit as a fiddle bounding up the beach to her.
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, then another, one after the other, trying to breath the anxiety out. Being a terrified kid wasn't going to get her anywhere. She felt the shakes and quakes of her body settle down into tremors.
She looked back up to answer Jude, a little more composed. "I..uh...I think I'm okay. Yeah, just a little shaken up. Those castaway jitters, you know? You okay?" Was that a joke she'd said just now? Well, Jude was right about one thing; knowing someone else's name around here actually was helping her keep calm. "I don't know where the girl is. If...if you're here, and I'm here, she was so close she'd have to be around here right?" Think this through. Think logically. Penny's mind latched onto the girl, not so much as a person but as a problem that could be solved. A goal to keep her anchored. It didn't help that she felt responsible for drawing the kid back to the sandcastle when she'd been on the way to her parents, presumably. "Unless she got blown up into the treeline." Penny said, staring again into the green jungle just beyond the beach. She cupped her hands and called out, "KIIIIIID?"
Penny didn't even know her name. She kicked herself for not asking her name. Why hadn't the security asked her name and saved Penny the trouble?
She cupped her ears, listening for any kind of response. She did hear something, though. Soft sobbing, quiet, like a scared kid. Bingo! But it wasn't coming from the trees. She turned her head down the beach, her interest drawn to a pair of girls crouched a ways down the beach. Wait, was that...?
Oh no, it was Godzuki. The local bully wasn't so tough after god kicked sand in her face, huh? Seeing her like that was actually making her feel kind of bad about earlier. Only a little. Just a little bit. You couldn't even call this karma. Even if it had just been her this happened to getting dumped on an island for knocking over a kids sandcastle would be completely disproportionate.
Suddenly, Penny had an idea. "Look over there." she said to Jude, pointing out the pair. "We might need another pair of eyes and she knows what the girl looks like. C'mon." She started jogging up the beach towards the pair, feeling the sand shift uncomfortable under her not very beach shoes.</s>
| <|message|>Jessica Jameson
Jessica was having an utterly FANTASTIC cry sesh. She was really letting it out, and perhaps got a little loud for her own good. Her therapist would probably be proud, if she had a therapist. But she didn't. Because seeking help was for LOSERS. Best to deal with these things STUBBORNLY and ALONE.
Hey. You okay and stuff?
SHIT. She was DEFINITELY NOT okay and stuff! One of those NOSY NANCYS was sniffin' into her biz, and they were about to find out that she had FEELINGS and FEELINGS WERE LAME.
She had to lie! Lie like she'd never lied before!
"BwaaaaHAHAHA!"
Jessica's crying quickly turned to laughter as she rose from her crouching position in one swift move, with all the deftness of someone who spent HOURS of the day loitering outside of convenience stores EVILLY.
"You FOOLS," Jessica called out, her nose still snotty from all the CRYING she definitely DID, "I have been LAUGHING MYSELF TO TEARS watching you all CRY LIKE BABIES!"
Jessica looked up at the girl who had come to see if she was alright, and smirked.
"H-HAHAHA you totally thought I was CRYING but really I WASN'T CRYING so I'm FINE AND STUFF."
"HNNN! Gotta suck it back in! Eat that despair! Let it fester and FUEL my BLACK SOUL like a healthy ADULT!"</s> |
<|description|>Jessica Jameson
Age: 15
Appearance: With her long, golden hair and sharp blue eyes, she looks like the standard ojou. EXCEPT FOR THE SHARK TEETH. Yes, the teeth of a true DELINQUENT who enjoys CRIME and DOING CRIME. She has the pale skin of a VILLAIN and the twintails of a SUPER VILLAIN. She's very short but DON'T TELL HER THAT and ALSO NAPOLEON WAS SHORT AND HE KICKED ASS.
What do you mean Napoleon wasn't actually short?
Anyways, when she's not wearing her DELINQUENT track suit (because it's comfy) she's wearing… that's right… her BANZAI CAPTAIN'S UNIFORM.
Personality: Jessica was born to be bad. She loves sewing CHAOS and DESTRUCTION everywhere she goes because she is VERY INSECURE. Like all good delinquents, she has a soft spot for puppies and kittens. She spends most of her free time lazing around the house, eating junk, and consuming media like potato chips.
Background: Jessica was born into the most difficult circumstance imaginable: being VERY RICH. Her parents bought her everything she ever wanted, she lived in a mansion with maids and servants, and had her every whim catered to ALL THE TIME.
Truly a tragedy.
Jessica's older sister, Perfecta, was already set to take over the family MONEY BUSINESS by the time Jessica was born. Because of this, there were very few expectations placed on Jessica, and the few that were ended up easily crushed by the revelation that Jessica was VERY NOT GOOD at everything she tried. Why couldn't she play piano like her sister? Why couldn't she make numbers bend to her whim like her
sister? Why couldn't she come up with a revolutionary cure for LUGEFAUST SYNDROME like her SISTER?
Jessica's parents stopped caring about whatever she was up to and gave her a credit card in place of their care and affection, and in return, Jessica stopped TRYING. All-in-all a good arrangement.
One day, while eating Sugar Pockets Cereal (the sugary cereal for only the most discerning of manchildren), she came upon an ad for the Banzai Blasters. It was here that she found her place. She took out daddy's credit card, bought her way right up to CAPTAIN, and immediately had a sense of SELF-WORTH.
Money is AWESOME!
But she had no friends or acquaintances, so she had no blasters to lead. To date, her only successful job is a convenience store robbery. That she pulled off solo. While the manager was high as a kite.
But it still counts!
Motivation: Otterholt Point is just out of the way enough to ROB A BUNCH OF SHIT, make a name for herself, and get the recognition of the Banzai Blaster organization as a whole!
…Is what she tells herself.
But the real reason is that it's her birthday and her family forgot, so she wanted to go somewhere fun.
Assets: She's bad at a lot of things, but she knows a lot about media and can eat a lot of garbage without getting fat. She's actually pretty good with computers and electronics.
Flaws: She is physically very weak, is terrible at identifying her own emotions, and is reliant on a pyramid scheme for her self-worth.
Epithet: MONGREL
• GATTAI!!!- Jessica can combine with anything to create another form. However, this form is always volatile and only lasts a short time. Combining with animals lasts up to an hour, combining with plants lasts up to 30 minutes, and combining with minerals lasts a minute tops. She can uncombine at will, however, and the materials separate intact.
• Monday, it's time for ALCHEMY- Jessica can combine any two things to make a third thing that logically follows from the first two things. Like she can combine water and bones to make soup. Theoretically, she could then combine that soup with something else to make some sort of MEGA SOUP. But what kind of moron would use soup for villainy?
• QUICKCHANGE!- Jessica can immediately 'combine' with a different outfit, changing into her Banzai uniform at breakneck speeds! If she owns an outfit, she can change into it immediately. She can also change the clothes of others if she touches them, but only to clothes she owns.</s>
<|message|>Penny Draconis
"That depends on what you mean by 'everybody.'" Penny replied, ignoring Jessica's attempts to start a fight. She wasn't surprised that the dude with the heartthrob good looks of a TV star had shown up, not after getting a front row seat to how fast he was earlier. She didn't mind him being around either, speed like that could be a lifesaver. "Right now we're in the middle of...speak of the devil!" She finished as a small voice called out a reply from somewhere further in the jungle. "C'mon." She said, hastily hacking her way through the underbrush toward the voice. It was a little slower going than before, seeing as she was clearing out room for that bubble machine that Jessica had chosen as a prize.
It still only took them a little while to reach the source of the crying, and when they did Penny almost kicked herself. "Eugh." She gagged at the putrid situation. "Of course you're gonna stay where you are. Way to make me feel like an idiot." She hoped there wasn't some kind of undiscovered species of giant bug on the island that did this to people.
Jessica, on the other hand, looked like she was thinking of something way worse than horrible giant insects. The look on her face as she looked up at that kid reminded her of the look she'd given Penny when they'd first met, like she was just a little kid. The girl immediately got to work on getting the sap, or whatever that gunk was, off the girl. Penny was glad she was already getting some use out of that machine, but Penny worried that without the sap the kid was going to come tumbling down from the trunk. So when Jessica gave the word she snapped to. "I have just the men for the job, boss. Men!" She called out. The peasants as one dropped the bubble machine and stood at attention. Penny pointed up at the girl. "Fetch us that maiden fair." She intoned, with all the regal authority she could muster just to get them really pumped up.
"Aye Melord!" They said, throwing themselves at the tree and ascending as dizzying speed toward the girl like little hairy cockroaches.
"Carefully. This isn't like picking fruit!" She called up.
"Carefully." Came back down five voices as the peasants lines up around the girl and took hold of her with one of their hands, one each for her arms and legs and one above her gripping the back of her shirt. "Careful." "Careful." They said, using their surprising strength to gentle pull the girl from the remaining sap and began sliding slowly down the tree, little nails leaving gashes in the trunk as they arrested the speed of their descent.
"Well, that's one more accounted for at least." Penny said, turning back to Mark. "This is kinda what we're doing now. If we get attacked by a giant bug, could you kill in with your flash steps?"</s>
<|message|>Mark O'Dess
Mark watched as the girls rescued the child, keeping his senses open. He found it very annoying every time someone brought up his uncanny appearance of Jensen Ackles. He didn't like Jessica already and she wasn't going to make it easier to like her. "Let's just get the girl to safety." he sighed, glaring at Jessica.
He noticed the little people Penny summoned with her Epithet and how she worked them. He found it interesting. That's actually kinda cool, he thought to himself.
"Stride." he frowned at Penny. "My Epithet is Stride. It's a movement Epithet, not usually meant for outright combat. Giant bugs, though, shouldn't be too hard if you can find me a big stick to use as a weapon."
He was being modest, though it didn't sound like it, and he knew it. He loved his speed. He already knew how to fight with it.
With the girls behind him, he took point and began heading back towards the beach. "Leaving your find?" he asked Penny, motioning towards the bubblegum machine.</s>
<|message|>Noelle Merveille
In a lucky turn of fate, one of the youngsters who happened upon the trapped child possessed just the tool for the job. Her quick thinking allowed her to combine a couple different objects in quick succession, putting the power of her epithet on display as she dealt with the problem in an improbably speedy manner. While that meant the child might tumble down the trunk and into the ground afterward, Penny recognized the situation and put her miniature legion on the case. They scrambled up and down with surprising alacrity, retrieving their target as carefully as they could. In the end, the little girl was retrieved with no fuss and only a little muss.
Though clearly shaken and close to overwhelmed, the child seemed grateful. "Thank you," she told her rescuers, remembering what her mother always said about manners. Given her saviors' recent experience with Noelle -Jessica in particular- it wasn't hard to come to a conclusion about her lineage. The teacher and her husband would no doubt be relieved, even if the return of their daughter highlighted the still-missing status of their son.
Not long after Mark divulged the nature of his epithet, there came a rustling in the underbrush. A thin girl with shot red hair, a distinctive skull-and-crossbones shirt beneath her coat, and striped red and black long socks appeared through the trees, waving as she came into talking range. "Hello," she greeted in a somewhat throaty voice before pointing her thumb at the trees behind. "Just wandering around when I found the girl. While trying to figure out a way to get her down, I heard talking. I didn't know what to make of you, so I kept a distance and watched. But way you rescued the young one there was incredible. You're obviously good people, and I shouldn't have doubted you."
In contrast to her somewhat punkish, rough-and-tumble appearance, the stranger gave off an impression of sophistication and sincerity as she spoke. Her compliments felt good, and conveyed a sense of real respect. In turn that made the stranger seem genuine and trustworthy, someone definitely in the others' camp. These associations and conclusions came easily, not weirdly so, but it just seemed so obvious. The only thing even slightly off was the ever-so-subtle sweet taste on the tongues of those present.
She held a hand in front of her chest and gave a slight bow. "It's a pleasure to meet anyone with their hearts in the right place. My name is Erin. I'm sure you have appropriately important things to be doing, but if I could lean on your generosity, would you mind telling me what's going on? Who you've encountered so far, and what you've been up to?" She asked in earnest, buttering them up a touch but by no means overbearingly so, as she stood between them and the way back to the beach.</s>
| <|message|>Jessica Jameson
Jessica grinned her big shark grin, feeling accomplishment well up inside of her. She definitely didn't feel good because she helped a scared kid and it was the right thing to do. No, she felt good because she was AWESOME and now she could make that woman bow and apologize! She would order that lady to get down on her hands and knees and assume the dogeza stance just like in her anime!
"GAHAHA!" Jessica laughed loudly out of nowhere, to nobody but herself like an ABSOLUTE CHAD.
As if her massive accomplishment wasn't enough, the TV star Jensen Ackles of award-winning drama blah blah blah you get the point DIVULGED the nature of his epithet. He must've been pretty confident and, from the sounds of it, he had every reason to be. However, like that one cartoon said, "knowing is half the battle". Now that she knew what his epithet was, she could SCHEME ways to counter it just in case.
As Jessica turned to head back to the beach, her head HUGE from accomplishment, she quickly came face to face with a girl who looked like a PUNK. Dammit... PUNK was JESSICA'S aesthetic! At least when she wasn't a delinquent. It switched between the two depending. Jessica was about to tell the woman off for TOTALLY APING HER STYLE when she found herself being ABSOLUTELY FLATTERED.
"W-well," Jessica replied, blushing a bit, "I'm actually EVIL, you know? Definitely not a good person. But thank you for noticing how AWESOME I am. Actually, we were just... did I recently eat a candy?"
Jessica smacked her lips, paused a second, and then opened the bottle in order to sniff it.
She had combined a bottle and something that could be bottled, but had only assumed it was sap. Maybe it was syrup or something? She gave the contents a sniff.
"We were just, uh... going back to camp... with this kid... to make that teacher apologize," Jessica answered, a little distracted.
"You know... that busybody meganekko. I like your shirt, by the way. Do you think this TRACKSUIT looks cool on me?"</s> |
<|description|>Shimizu Kaori
Age:
Forever 18~
Gender:
Female
Race:
Jorōgumo
Appearance:
Oft, Kaori appears as a young girl of highschool age. All the better to get closer to her preferred playthings with. Possessing a near supernatural beauty, dressing in elegant kimono's when not attending school. Typically, she wears short cut black hair typically tied into short tails at either side of her head and possesses Heterochromia, perhaps lending a bit more to her appearance. Just ignore the fangs...and the occasional yellow and black spider leg coming from under her kimono. That's just your imagination.
Personality:
When one thinks of a Jorogumo, they most likely envision a seductress of some sort - and Kaori certainly lives up to such an image...save for the fact she much prefers snacking on adorable little girls. Playful, lascivious, and exceedingly affectionate and intimate to anyone she likes all for the purpose of getting someone to let their guard down so she can have a quick afternoon snack. Make no mistake, she's a predator and if it wasn't for someone proverbially holding her leash, she'd likely become a threat again to people very, very quickly.
For the most part, generally, Kaori is a friendly little if somewhat troublesome and impish spider much preferring to be friends rather than enemies or rivals. However, while she is quick to show physical and intimate affection to the girls around her, she is quick to fall into a rather listless, broody, and falling back into old habits if such affections aren't returned by those around her especially after repeated rejections or just going for so long without it...and this is her totally, definitely, valid reasoning for having her spider friends take stealthy panty shots or her propensity to grope and tease the women around her.
If, perhaps, you manage to upset the spider enough to make her angry...be warned, she's just as cruel and cunningly intelligent as the myths say.
Abilities:
Kaori is not the most directly combative youkai out there. She's certainly strong and impressive when compared to most humans, but she does not have impressive strength like the Oni or many other supernatural abilities.
Notably, Kaori is able to produce extremely fine, extremely sticky silk that has durability similar to steel. A very flexible, tough to cut substance that she uses to ensnare, bind, or otherwise trap foes. Sharp enough to cut if enough force is applied and she makes them just thick enough. Can produce quite a bit in a short amount of time, if needed.
Aside from the silk, she also possesses extremely potent venom. Delivered often via bite if she gets close enough to a foe, she can inject quite a large quantity in a very short amount of time. In small doses it does nothing more than to put one into a somewhat drunken, feel good state. Larger doses however, erode the body. Loss of motor control. Hallucinations. Weakness. It is not otherwise lethal, though, unless the dosage is fairly large or sustained exposure causing the body to eventually just fail.
She can also speak with, and control most arachnids. She has a rather extensive intelligence network and generally is aware of what is happening in the city. A spider swarm can also be both rather terrifying and difficult to combat, if one gets swarmed...oh, and the spiders can vary in size in fact and a few can breathe fire if she raises them right and they can grow to be fairly large, too.
Skills:
Perhaps unsurprisingly she's really good with domestic chores. Cooking, Cleaning, sewing, basic first aid...she's picked up quite a few miscellaneous if not overly helpful or relevant skills in her lifetime.
Equipment:
Clothing made from her own silk. Durable stuff. Ask nicely and she might make you some. She'll need to do a fitting, though. Be prepared to get touched. A lot.
Does a legion of spiders count?
Brief Backstory:
About five years or so ago, a girl from an all-girls school went missing in the city. A tragedy, really, but there wasn't much to suggest anything supernatural about it or otherwise. Six months later...her family would find her, dazed, confused, and not remembering anything at all about the past six months but otherwise uninjured and unharmed...for the most part. Yet, a week later - another tragedy struck. A second girl went missing.
And this, would be a certain spiders MO for the foreseeable future. Far from eating or hurting them, no, she had other uses for them. Eventually she'd change her methods ever so slightly. Expand out from the school to others. Even have a bit of fun with the older women, occasionally, if they struck her fancy. Eventually though, she would get careless. Despite having her spider friends get rid of evidence, cover her tracks, and generally make sure she only showed up or appeared at night, eventually she would indeed leave a trail of some sort.
At first, she thought the person coming to deal with her was going to be some boorish Onmyouji, and was prepared to simply kill and eat them if they were some dumb guy, or perhaps, keep them around longer if they were a cute girl that struck her fancy. Fortunately, for the both of them Tomoko was the latter. To say Kaori almost fell in love at first sight was an understatement. Why was this adorable thing out fighting Youkai? Why was she putting herself in danger? Such things were so veeery dangerous, and if it had been any other spider, she'd probably just have been eaten alive!
She tried her best to get the girl to see reason. See that if she just stayed here with her, she'd be all nice and taken care of the rest of her life...but alas, it was not to be. After an admittedly short confrontation because Kaori couldn't bring herself to genuinely harm the other girl, she decided that fine, if she wasn't going to let her take care of her here, then she could go with her and take care of her anyways.
She let the girls she had collected over the past year go, promised to be a good little spider and enrolled in the highschool with Tomoko.
Alas, if only it was an all girls school...</s>
<|message|>Suzuki Tomoko
Chisaki was a good girl. She never disobeyed her parents, she did her best to make sure all her homework was done on time, she tried to make sure her fellow students were on track, and she was always interested in what her teacher had to say.
So even she thought what she was doing now was out of character for herself.
She was a primary school student, at only nine years old, with short black hair and glasses.
And that made the fact that she was out by herself so late all the more unusual. But the fact was...
It wasn't just one of her friends. Two of them, Sakura and Taro, had both disappeared. Up and vanished without a trace. No-one knew what happened to them. Not their parents. Not the police.
There wasn't a single sign of anything. They weren't... they didn't seem to have died, or anything like that... it was just like they'd evaporated into thin air.
Chisaki thought of herself as smart. She thought of herself as mature. And she was worried... she thought, maybe, it would be possible for her to find something out, something she could tell the police. So they could save her friends.
So she'd snuck out at night. She knew her parents would be mad at her, but if it was for her friends' sake that was okay, right?
At least that's what she'd thought at first. She'd originally intended to meet her other friends here... but they couldn't get away from their parents.
So she was alone.
It was dark.
No-one was around.
Chisaki couldn't help but be scared. She couldn't help but worry. But at the same time, if she could find anything, anything at all that would help the police find Sakura and Taro...
It was worth being scared, right?
And then she heard it, from the alleyway...
"Chisaki-chan...?"
Sakura! That was Sakura's voice!
"Chisaki-san!"
Taro too?!
Excitement rose in the young girl's heart as she turned, immediately rushing into the alley. She'd found them! She'd found her friends! She-
The alley was empty. She heard a sound from behind her, a long shadow fell over her, and-
---
It was a dark, dreary, rainy day.
Naturally, there were few people walking out and about, unless they desperately needed to be somewhere. And even if they did, most of them were taking public transit or personal vehicles. There wasn't anyone in their right mind who would willingly be out for a walk when it was raining heavily enough, and this certainly qualified.
But regardless of that fact, there was one girl who seemed quite content to take a stroll right through the rain to her club's meeting place. Perplexing as this was, it became all the more unusual when she was observed more closely.
She was a petite blonde girl, her age difficult to discern form her youthful features and short height. It was unlikely anyone would place her older then perhaps thirteen, and many would place her a year or so younger.
If one were to ask her how she felt about such comments, it was unlikely they would hear anything particularly happy in response.
In her right hand, she held a black cane. She didn't seem to need it to walk, and yet she was using it all the same. Speaking of her right hand...
Her entire right arm was bandaged. Not a single piece of flesh could be seen underneath, the bandages extending up beneath her sleeve. Exactly why this was would be a complete mystery to most observers, as the range of movement that she exhibited with the limb indicated she was entirely uninjured.
But, perhaps, the strangest thing was the fact that there was an umbrella beside her. No, she was not holding an umbrella. Many observers would simply assume that was the case, as it was impossible that an umbrella would simply float beside someone.
But common sense could override the truth, in some cases. And to be fair, the umbrella was not simply floating beside her.
It was being carried by a girl, taller then the blonde, in a stylized kimono. Only the blonde herself, and others versed in the supernatural, could see this fact. They could also see the lengthy tongue hanging from the umbrella, and its single large eye.
Suzuki Tomoko, the intermediary between humans and youkai, had a club meeting to hold. And given the recent circumstances, it was going to be a particularly important one.
Seven disappearances. Seven children, both boys and girls, had disappeared in the last month in the local area. That wasn't even considering disappearances across the entire city that could be tied to these incidents. Each time, there was absolutely no sign of them.
It was as if they simply vanished into thin air.
As she reached the club's meeting place, the door opened ahead of her courtesy of her companion.
Indeed, she wasn't going to let this carry on any longer. She most certainly couldn't.
What sort of self-respecting intermediary could possibly let children continue to up and disappear? This wasn't a regular human perpetrator, not when the disappearances happened so swiftly and so without any evidence. Tomoko was certain of that.
No, the perpetrator had to be some sort of inhuman entity...
But who? And why?
These questions would have to be answered.
But first...
"Hello, everyone," began the blonde-haired girl brightly, "Today is the third meeting of the Miyama Occult Investigation club!"
@TheHangedMan@RolePlayerRoxas@Crab Bane@Raineh Daze</s>
<|message|>Shimamaru Asahi
Shimamaru Asahi had plenty of experience hiding her true feelings behind a kind, bright smile. certainly, she was confident no human could ever hope to discern her true feelings. Perhaps present company were slightly more perceptive, but surely they knew nothing of the sheer, unbridled annoyance that the blonde "honour student" felt at having to attend this meeting.
"Here you are~" placing cups of tea before or nearby several club members, the smiling fox served the drink to everyone that wanted it, looking very much like a helpful girl, even though she was internally cursing out the one that brought them all together. Seriously, how did one as brilliant and intelligent as herself fall for such a simple trick!? Of course that little brat couldn't possibly have possessed any evidence of her harmless little prank! Pink was a way better colour for the principal's office anyway!
Not that she could back out of joining Tomoko's club, anyway. As underhanded as the "persuasion" was, Asahi had still given her word to join, and promises weren't something you just broke on a whim! How could any human accept her as their fluffy overlord of fluffiness if she couldn't even keep her word?! No, she would play along for now, and show that intermediary up at some point! She could almost picture it now...
Asahi was about to become lost in her daydreams when Tomoko herself arrived, startling the fox out of her reverie. Her smile became a tad more strained as she greeted the club leader, Good day, Suzuki-san. Would you like some tea?"</s>
| <|message|>Shimizu Kaori
"Quite a lovely, dreary day isn't it." If someone happened to be looking, they'd have noticed a small spider skitter across the floor, right under Asahi's feet before disappearing under a table and skittering up Kaori's leg. "Thank you, Asahi." She replied in a friendly manner, taking a sip of the tea.
Like Asahi, the spider too, was mostly lost in her own thoughts while she waited for Tomoko to arrive. She likely looked quite elegant, sitting there, sipping on tea, with rain falling in the background.
Thankfully, no one could read her thoughts.
Dear gods there were so many cute girls here. In high school in general! She better start thanking whatever gods for giving her such delicious eyecandy now that she was attending highschool. Why didn't she think about it earlier? It was ingenious! And gym class! It had become her new favorite thing in the world. Aaaah, she really wanted to just...snatch a few up an-Ahem. No no, she had turned a new leaf. She had to behave herself. Couldn't cause trouble for Tomoko.
For now she'd be satisfied with knowing the color of the class president's undies.
"Ah...Tomo-chan." Setting the tea down, Kaori flashed a friendly smile towards Tomoko along with a friendly wave. "Asahi just made it. It's not half bad. I should bring some snacks next time."</s> |
<|description|>Shimizu Kaori
Age:
Forever 18~
Gender:
Female
Race:
Jorōgumo
Appearance:
Oft, Kaori appears as a young girl of highschool age. All the better to get closer to her preferred playthings with. Possessing a near supernatural beauty, dressing in elegant kimono's when not attending school. Typically, she wears short cut black hair typically tied into short tails at either side of her head and possesses Heterochromia, perhaps lending a bit more to her appearance. Just ignore the fangs...and the occasional yellow and black spider leg coming from under her kimono. That's just your imagination.
Personality:
When one thinks of a Jorogumo, they most likely envision a seductress of some sort - and Kaori certainly lives up to such an image...save for the fact she much prefers snacking on adorable little girls. Playful, lascivious, and exceedingly affectionate and intimate to anyone she likes all for the purpose of getting someone to let their guard down so she can have a quick afternoon snack. Make no mistake, she's a predator and if it wasn't for someone proverbially holding her leash, she'd likely become a threat again to people very, very quickly.
For the most part, generally, Kaori is a friendly little if somewhat troublesome and impish spider much preferring to be friends rather than enemies or rivals. However, while she is quick to show physical and intimate affection to the girls around her, she is quick to fall into a rather listless, broody, and falling back into old habits if such affections aren't returned by those around her especially after repeated rejections or just going for so long without it...and this is her totally, definitely, valid reasoning for having her spider friends take stealthy panty shots or her propensity to grope and tease the women around her.
If, perhaps, you manage to upset the spider enough to make her angry...be warned, she's just as cruel and cunningly intelligent as the myths say.
Abilities:
Kaori is not the most directly combative youkai out there. She's certainly strong and impressive when compared to most humans, but she does not have impressive strength like the Oni or many other supernatural abilities.
Notably, Kaori is able to produce extremely fine, extremely sticky silk that has durability similar to steel. A very flexible, tough to cut substance that she uses to ensnare, bind, or otherwise trap foes. Sharp enough to cut if enough force is applied and she makes them just thick enough. Can produce quite a bit in a short amount of time, if needed.
Aside from the silk, she also possesses extremely potent venom. Delivered often via bite if she gets close enough to a foe, she can inject quite a large quantity in a very short amount of time. In small doses it does nothing more than to put one into a somewhat drunken, feel good state. Larger doses however, erode the body. Loss of motor control. Hallucinations. Weakness. It is not otherwise lethal, though, unless the dosage is fairly large or sustained exposure causing the body to eventually just fail.
She can also speak with, and control most arachnids. She has a rather extensive intelligence network and generally is aware of what is happening in the city. A spider swarm can also be both rather terrifying and difficult to combat, if one gets swarmed...oh, and the spiders can vary in size in fact and a few can breathe fire if she raises them right and they can grow to be fairly large, too.
Skills:
Perhaps unsurprisingly she's really good with domestic chores. Cooking, Cleaning, sewing, basic first aid...she's picked up quite a few miscellaneous if not overly helpful or relevant skills in her lifetime.
Equipment:
Clothing made from her own silk. Durable stuff. Ask nicely and she might make you some. She'll need to do a fitting, though. Be prepared to get touched. A lot.
Does a legion of spiders count?
Brief Backstory:
About five years or so ago, a girl from an all-girls school went missing in the city. A tragedy, really, but there wasn't much to suggest anything supernatural about it or otherwise. Six months later...her family would find her, dazed, confused, and not remembering anything at all about the past six months but otherwise uninjured and unharmed...for the most part. Yet, a week later - another tragedy struck. A second girl went missing.
And this, would be a certain spiders MO for the foreseeable future. Far from eating or hurting them, no, she had other uses for them. Eventually she'd change her methods ever so slightly. Expand out from the school to others. Even have a bit of fun with the older women, occasionally, if they struck her fancy. Eventually though, she would get careless. Despite having her spider friends get rid of evidence, cover her tracks, and generally make sure she only showed up or appeared at night, eventually she would indeed leave a trail of some sort.
At first, she thought the person coming to deal with her was going to be some boorish Onmyouji, and was prepared to simply kill and eat them if they were some dumb guy, or perhaps, keep them around longer if they were a cute girl that struck her fancy. Fortunately, for the both of them Tomoko was the latter. To say Kaori almost fell in love at first sight was an understatement. Why was this adorable thing out fighting Youkai? Why was she putting herself in danger? Such things were so veeery dangerous, and if it had been any other spider, she'd probably just have been eaten alive!
She tried her best to get the girl to see reason. See that if she just stayed here with her, she'd be all nice and taken care of the rest of her life...but alas, it was not to be. After an admittedly short confrontation because Kaori couldn't bring herself to genuinely harm the other girl, she decided that fine, if she wasn't going to let her take care of her here, then she could go with her and take care of her anyways.
She let the girls she had collected over the past year go, promised to be a good little spider and enrolled in the highschool with Tomoko.
Alas, if only it was an all girls school...</s>
<|message|>Mugi Yukinoshima
Nothing seemed natural about calling the spirit of the dead! But... Well... She wasn't exactly normal to humans was she? Mugi pondered it as she climbed off of the spider and stood. Mugi stood strong. S-she wouldn't be scared of such a thing. She looked tough, though her legs said otherwise as they were shaking slightly. At Tomoko's insistence they go, the Yuki-Onna swallowed. "Y-yea! G-ghosts are... not scary...?" She didn't seem very convinced. Still... Tomoko seemed to go so she... joined. To her own dismay.
---
Rain didn't seem to bother her much at all. It froze before it touched her and she just used her power to push it aside to hit the ground where it would quickly melt back into it's liquid for. She was just lucky there was hardly anyone in this side of town. Either way, the rain made it feel cooler for her, so it felt nice. As they approached the playground, Mugi seemed somewhat confused. This wasn't what she expected from a "Ghost Story". She put a finger to her lips in thoughts. "Hmm, a... What? Playground?" She asked aloud to the few people near her.
She just stood and watched with ostensible courage. Swallowing with her knees quivering, she stood and tried to fight her fears. Tomoko did some motions, this and that... Then she stopped! Mugi braced herself for... Something. But it seemed... Like there was nothing? How odd? She relaxed for a second and started to ask, "Did it not...?" She came to a slow stop as she saw... something move from the corner of her eye.
A girl. A dead seeming girl! Every instinct told her she shouldn't... But... Then backpedaled. She gave out a frightened scream one would expect from a teen girl watching a scary movie, "GYEEEEEHHH!?" Mugi's body instinctively reached for the nearest body which just so happened to be the spider girl. Her arms went around Kaori's arm tightly and hid behind her practically shaking like some sort of turned on machine.
Despite the ghost becoming a more normal human form, Mugi still hid from her, expecting some monsterous transformation to bite all of their heads off. It was nowhere rational, of course but what did she really expect? "G-g-g-g-g-ghost..." She meekly whispered.</s>
<|message|>Abe Yuuto (安倍 優斗)
---
Abe YuutoBurgeoning Onmyoji
Asahi - @RolePlayerRoxas
Mikoto - @Crab Bane
---
Yuuto chuckled and followed their taskmaster along. Naturally he knew how spirit invocation worked - it was the basics of the basics for onmyoji, next to cleansing and divination - but it wasn't something he was well practiced with. He simply never had the need to call on his particular skill in that field before, much preferring to rely on his other abilities.
He was fairly sure of what their president was planning to do, but it wouldn't be the first time she exceeded his expectations.
"Not to mention," he added in to their presidents explanation, "You'll find that most spirits tend to be chatty anyway. The ones left behind, anyway. They get quite bored you know?" Until they weren't, and then they stopped being bored and started getting resentful instead, but that was a topic for another day.
Rising from his seat, Yuuto approached Asahi, and took her up on the offer of sharing an umbrella. He was fairly certain the girl was just being polite, just like he was fairly certain the girl most certainly did not want to share said umbrella with Tomoko - an here was the problem: Tomoko wouldn't really care, and might actually just join her for the fun of it. He figured he'd be doing Asahi a favor by preempting that.
"It just so happens that I left my umbrella at home. Woe's me for being a clutz," he said her.
---
Upon arrival, Yuuto felt like he had to ask:
"Asahi, if... well, why are you sticking around, exactly?"
He was watching the president perform her invocation. "So flashy..." he thought. Kind of like a magical girl. Still, he felt a little wistful upon noticing the five-pointed star that she had drawn across the air - even if said drawing had absolutely nothing to do with the invocation itself.
The spirit summoned was juvenile, a teenage girl with black hair and round eyes. The form that she appeared in at first had little affect on him - there were much more ghastly spirits loitering near his uncle's shrine. Much more malevolent too. Yuuto didn't think that he'd ever been invited to play card games with a spirit before.
Huh, looks like this one was already familiar with Tomoko, judging by how she addressed her.</s>
| <|message|>Shimizu Kaori
The spider simply followed along, not particularly minding the way things were going. Mostly, because this Yuki-Onna was the definition of adorable and she was fairly certain she had made a good impression! Fufu, this was good. All she'd need to do now is just invite her to her den and play with her a bit.
"You don't have to force yourself, dear." Kaori said as she stood to follow along behind the Yuki-Onna, a bit sad that Yuuto had beaten her to Asahi's offer. She'd have very much liked too, but alas, she had her own umbrella anyways and three was a crowd. "Hmm, if anyone wants to share with me too, even if you have one, by all means." Kaori offered with a smile and headed out after the others.
---
Kaori followed along, humming a quiet song to herself as they traveled through the rain, keeping a close eye on the surroundings herself. Even if they didn't see anything, knowing what was currently happening was always a benefit, and soon, they arrived at their destination. A playground. They were summoning a spirit here? Hm, that made her feel somewhat conflicted. Not that she had any room to talk, but really what sort of spirit was haunting a playground?
And as expected, the adorable Yuki-Onna was scared witless. Kaori had to suppress a laugh as she was clung to. She patted Mugi's head, using one arm to pull her in closer.
"Fufu, don't worry my precious little ice-woman. I said I wouldn't let anyone lay a fuzzy little hand on you." Kaori smiled, glancing towards the spirit girl. Hm. "A friend of yours Tomoko?" She gave a light bow of her head towards the ghost. "I am Kaori Shimizu, and my, aren't you quite the adorably scary thing." Still...a playground? How distressing. Why was she even haunting this place? She looked fairly young. "We are merely here looking into some disappearances that happened in the area. Tomo-chan thought you might have seen something."</s> |
<|description|>Shimizu Kaori
Age:
Forever 18~
Gender:
Female
Race:
Jorōgumo
Appearance:
Oft, Kaori appears as a young girl of highschool age. All the better to get closer to her preferred playthings with. Possessing a near supernatural beauty, dressing in elegant kimono's when not attending school. Typically, she wears short cut black hair typically tied into short tails at either side of her head and possesses Heterochromia, perhaps lending a bit more to her appearance. Just ignore the fangs...and the occasional yellow and black spider leg coming from under her kimono. That's just your imagination.
Personality:
When one thinks of a Jorogumo, they most likely envision a seductress of some sort - and Kaori certainly lives up to such an image...save for the fact she much prefers snacking on adorable little girls. Playful, lascivious, and exceedingly affectionate and intimate to anyone she likes all for the purpose of getting someone to let their guard down so she can have a quick afternoon snack. Make no mistake, she's a predator and if it wasn't for someone proverbially holding her leash, she'd likely become a threat again to people very, very quickly.
For the most part, generally, Kaori is a friendly little if somewhat troublesome and impish spider much preferring to be friends rather than enemies or rivals. However, while she is quick to show physical and intimate affection to the girls around her, she is quick to fall into a rather listless, broody, and falling back into old habits if such affections aren't returned by those around her especially after repeated rejections or just going for so long without it...and this is her totally, definitely, valid reasoning for having her spider friends take stealthy panty shots or her propensity to grope and tease the women around her.
If, perhaps, you manage to upset the spider enough to make her angry...be warned, she's just as cruel and cunningly intelligent as the myths say.
Abilities:
Kaori is not the most directly combative youkai out there. She's certainly strong and impressive when compared to most humans, but she does not have impressive strength like the Oni or many other supernatural abilities.
Notably, Kaori is able to produce extremely fine, extremely sticky silk that has durability similar to steel. A very flexible, tough to cut substance that she uses to ensnare, bind, or otherwise trap foes. Sharp enough to cut if enough force is applied and she makes them just thick enough. Can produce quite a bit in a short amount of time, if needed.
Aside from the silk, she also possesses extremely potent venom. Delivered often via bite if she gets close enough to a foe, she can inject quite a large quantity in a very short amount of time. In small doses it does nothing more than to put one into a somewhat drunken, feel good state. Larger doses however, erode the body. Loss of motor control. Hallucinations. Weakness. It is not otherwise lethal, though, unless the dosage is fairly large or sustained exposure causing the body to eventually just fail.
She can also speak with, and control most arachnids. She has a rather extensive intelligence network and generally is aware of what is happening in the city. A spider swarm can also be both rather terrifying and difficult to combat, if one gets swarmed...oh, and the spiders can vary in size in fact and a few can breathe fire if she raises them right and they can grow to be fairly large, too.
Skills:
Perhaps unsurprisingly she's really good with domestic chores. Cooking, Cleaning, sewing, basic first aid...she's picked up quite a few miscellaneous if not overly helpful or relevant skills in her lifetime.
Equipment:
Clothing made from her own silk. Durable stuff. Ask nicely and she might make you some. She'll need to do a fitting, though. Be prepared to get touched. A lot.
Does a legion of spiders count?
Brief Backstory:
About five years or so ago, a girl from an all-girls school went missing in the city. A tragedy, really, but there wasn't much to suggest anything supernatural about it or otherwise. Six months later...her family would find her, dazed, confused, and not remembering anything at all about the past six months but otherwise uninjured and unharmed...for the most part. Yet, a week later - another tragedy struck. A second girl went missing.
And this, would be a certain spiders MO for the foreseeable future. Far from eating or hurting them, no, she had other uses for them. Eventually she'd change her methods ever so slightly. Expand out from the school to others. Even have a bit of fun with the older women, occasionally, if they struck her fancy. Eventually though, she would get careless. Despite having her spider friends get rid of evidence, cover her tracks, and generally make sure she only showed up or appeared at night, eventually she would indeed leave a trail of some sort.
At first, she thought the person coming to deal with her was going to be some boorish Onmyouji, and was prepared to simply kill and eat them if they were some dumb guy, or perhaps, keep them around longer if they were a cute girl that struck her fancy. Fortunately, for the both of them Tomoko was the latter. To say Kaori almost fell in love at first sight was an understatement. Why was this adorable thing out fighting Youkai? Why was she putting herself in danger? Such things were so veeery dangerous, and if it had been any other spider, she'd probably just have been eaten alive!
She tried her best to get the girl to see reason. See that if she just stayed here with her, she'd be all nice and taken care of the rest of her life...but alas, it was not to be. After an admittedly short confrontation because Kaori couldn't bring herself to genuinely harm the other girl, she decided that fine, if she wasn't going to let her take care of her here, then she could go with her and take care of her anyways.
She let the girls she had collected over the past year go, promised to be a good little spider and enrolled in the highschool with Tomoko.
Alas, if only it was an all girls school...</s>
<|message|>Abe Yuuto (安倍 優斗)
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Abe YuutoBurgeoning Onmyoji
Asahi - @RolePlayerRoxas
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As his clubmates fought over who had the honor of being bate, Yuuto nodded, smiling pleasantly as he took note of something that he'd been curious about for awhile.
"Ah, so a Kitsune and a Jorogumo. I guessed as much." Well that was one minor mystery solved, now on to the bigger one. Hasshaku-sama. He was familiar with the urban legend, and he chided himself for not thinking of it sooner. In that regard, Kaori's experience shone through. It was an recent enough legend, and it was one you'd hear about even in the countryside, but Hasshaku-sama was a fictional spirit - the irony of that statement was not lost to him - so therefore, if what their esteemed club leader was saying was true, they were pursuing something that didn't exist.
He wrapped his mind around that. He didn't consider himself an inflexible person, quite the opposite in fact, but it wouldn't do to simply assume that this 'Hasshaku' was the culprit. There could be any number of explanations for what Kaori had witnessed. He voiced his opinions to Tomoko.
"I'm not saying you're wrong, Prez, but I feel we're jumping to conclusions a bit to fast," he said. "I usually agree with your decisions and you're instincts haven't failed us yet, so I'll go along with anything you have planned. I just feel it'd be safer if we consider other angles beforehand."
He paused, considering something.
"Although if we're pushing through with the lure plan, I also nominate Asahi as bait." He turned to her. "You're a Kitsune. You can create illusions can't you? You don't even have to be the actual bait, just make it look like there is one."</s>
<|message|>Suzuki Tomoko
For a few moments, Tomoko simply watched as the yokai girls began to fight over who was going to be bait. Of course, she had her own suggestions in mind, but it was a little entertaining to see her club members attempt to figure it out on their own. Especially amusing was Mugi's reaction to being prodded, though Tomoko did remind herself to perhaps talk to Kaori later. It wouldn't do if she started getting... overly frisky again.
But for now...
"You're right, Abe-san," she began, "There's plenty of other possibilities to consider. Indeed, it's not as if a fictional spirit could be the most likely perpetrator, right? There must be plenty of other potential culprits to consider first."
A smile crossed the girl's lips as she took a deep breath.
This was it.
"Or are there?" she asked, rhetorically, "Certainly, it's possible there's others who might want to kidnap a child. But there's a few things that struck me as odd about this case. The park was packed the day Taro-kun disappeared, wasn't it?"
The ghost, who had been watching the bickering herself, nodded swiftly.
"There were a lot of people. It wasn't like there were too many for the kids to have fun, but it would have been hard for anyone to move around without being seen," she replied.
"That's right. We have a kidnapping done in broad daylight, in the middle of a crowded playground, with no witnesses, no signs of a struggle, and not even a cry for help," Tomoko continued, "Taro-kun disappeared without a trace in an instant. Certainly, there's other yokai who exhibit a disturbing interest in children, but there's a reason they're often used as stories to keep children from wandering off alone."
Kappa would attack those who approached water, but there was no water here. And a yamaoba coming down into such a crowded place, in broad daylight...
"They're not known for attacking crowds for a reason. The most likely perpetrator aside from that is a human, which I will admit might seem more likely. However..."
There was no reason to pause like this other than for dramatic effect.
"Would a human kidnapper really be able to make Taro-kun disappear so quickly? Would a human kidnapper then be able to do the same to the other children? Taro-kun isn't the only one who disappeared in broad daylight in a public place. But all of that's simply guesswork. It's not impossible for a human kidnapper, just highly unlikely," she added, "It's Chiba-san's testimony about the tall woman that confirmed my suspicions."
"But... how can a fictional spirit hurt anyone? If she's fictional, she's not real, right?" asked the ghost, Chiba-san.
"Just because something is fictional doesn't mean it's not real," Tomoko answered, still smiling as she explained, "We can trace Hasshaku-sama's origins back to a thread on a certain internet discussion board. It was just a ghost story, with no basis in reality. That ghost story has spread, over and over, between more and more people. The idea that 'Hasshaku-sama is a tall woman who causes children to disappear' has been spread far beyond the original readers."
Tomoko paused for a moment.
"It's not even a particularly frightening story, I never got the appeal, so I can't fathom why anyone would start taking it so seriously! It's a little silly, isn't it?" she commented. "But regardless, Hasshaku-sama spread. It spread to the point where there were plenty of people who didn't even know where it originated. Where some people began to believe it could be true. Human belief sustains gods, and human belief can sustain monsters as well."
The blonde girl gestured idly with her walking stick.
"If, as I believe, Hasshaku-sama is our culprit, she's a monster of human belief. A yokai born from the fact that people believed she could exist. She'd hardly be the first. Kuchisake-onna, Aka Manto, Teke-teke, just to name a few. Mythological yokai are born from nature, or magic. But those from urban legends are formed from belief."
Her walking stick tapped against the ground.
"Regardless, we need to set a trap, don't we?" she asked, her smile turning into something of a smirk, "So who's going to be the bait? If we're going to have a chance at saving those children, we need to draw our perpetrator out!"
She clapped her hands together.
"If I had to make a suggestion... hmmm... Shimamaru-san! You can make yourself appear younger, right? I'm afraid Hasshaku-sama might see through an illusion!" she simply hadn't stopped smiling, even as she suggested one of her club members throw themselves into danger, "Aside from that, Ibaraki-san is strong enough to get away if something goes wrong. Not that it will."
@Raineh Daze@Pyromania99@TheHangedMan@Rune_Alchemist</s>
| <|message|>Shimizu Kaori
"Hmm..." Kaori sighed, though a small smile never left her lips. "Fufu, ah, sorry, I got a bit excited. My...guise tends to fall when I do that. Don't worry though, my little Ice-woman." Though, with how things were going it didn't seem like anyone was going for the idea. Tomoko hadn't really offered any alternatives either. Perhaps, yes, perhaps she could still have some fun with this. The spider moved closer to Asahi.
"Hmhm, strong and certainly capable of holding her own. I think Asahi would be an excellent choice in being a decoy." Kaori she flashed Asahi a grin...and suddenly she might feel something digging into her skin. Threads of spider silk had somehow managed to tie themselves across her body.
"I can even, say, tie her up to make it look convincing and easy?~" She seemed quite pleased with herself. "It's highly protective, too~"
Tomoko might need to tell her spider assistant to calm down a bit.</s> |
<|description|>Shimizu Kaori
Age:
Forever 18~
Gender:
Female
Race:
Jorōgumo
Appearance:
Oft, Kaori appears as a young girl of highschool age. All the better to get closer to her preferred playthings with. Possessing a near supernatural beauty, dressing in elegant kimono's when not attending school. Typically, she wears short cut black hair typically tied into short tails at either side of her head and possesses Heterochromia, perhaps lending a bit more to her appearance. Just ignore the fangs...and the occasional yellow and black spider leg coming from under her kimono. That's just your imagination.
Personality:
When one thinks of a Jorogumo, they most likely envision a seductress of some sort - and Kaori certainly lives up to such an image...save for the fact she much prefers snacking on adorable little girls. Playful, lascivious, and exceedingly affectionate and intimate to anyone she likes all for the purpose of getting someone to let their guard down so she can have a quick afternoon snack. Make no mistake, she's a predator and if it wasn't for someone proverbially holding her leash, she'd likely become a threat again to people very, very quickly.
For the most part, generally, Kaori is a friendly little if somewhat troublesome and impish spider much preferring to be friends rather than enemies or rivals. However, while she is quick to show physical and intimate affection to the girls around her, she is quick to fall into a rather listless, broody, and falling back into old habits if such affections aren't returned by those around her especially after repeated rejections or just going for so long without it...and this is her totally, definitely, valid reasoning for having her spider friends take stealthy panty shots or her propensity to grope and tease the women around her.
If, perhaps, you manage to upset the spider enough to make her angry...be warned, she's just as cruel and cunningly intelligent as the myths say.
Abilities:
Kaori is not the most directly combative youkai out there. She's certainly strong and impressive when compared to most humans, but she does not have impressive strength like the Oni or many other supernatural abilities.
Notably, Kaori is able to produce extremely fine, extremely sticky silk that has durability similar to steel. A very flexible, tough to cut substance that she uses to ensnare, bind, or otherwise trap foes. Sharp enough to cut if enough force is applied and she makes them just thick enough. Can produce quite a bit in a short amount of time, if needed.
Aside from the silk, she also possesses extremely potent venom. Delivered often via bite if she gets close enough to a foe, she can inject quite a large quantity in a very short amount of time. In small doses it does nothing more than to put one into a somewhat drunken, feel good state. Larger doses however, erode the body. Loss of motor control. Hallucinations. Weakness. It is not otherwise lethal, though, unless the dosage is fairly large or sustained exposure causing the body to eventually just fail.
She can also speak with, and control most arachnids. She has a rather extensive intelligence network and generally is aware of what is happening in the city. A spider swarm can also be both rather terrifying and difficult to combat, if one gets swarmed...oh, and the spiders can vary in size in fact and a few can breathe fire if she raises them right and they can grow to be fairly large, too.
Skills:
Perhaps unsurprisingly she's really good with domestic chores. Cooking, Cleaning, sewing, basic first aid...she's picked up quite a few miscellaneous if not overly helpful or relevant skills in her lifetime.
Equipment:
Clothing made from her own silk. Durable stuff. Ask nicely and she might make you some. She'll need to do a fitting, though. Be prepared to get touched. A lot.
Does a legion of spiders count?
Brief Backstory:
About five years or so ago, a girl from an all-girls school went missing in the city. A tragedy, really, but there wasn't much to suggest anything supernatural about it or otherwise. Six months later...her family would find her, dazed, confused, and not remembering anything at all about the past six months but otherwise uninjured and unharmed...for the most part. Yet, a week later - another tragedy struck. A second girl went missing.
And this, would be a certain spiders MO for the foreseeable future. Far from eating or hurting them, no, she had other uses for them. Eventually she'd change her methods ever so slightly. Expand out from the school to others. Even have a bit of fun with the older women, occasionally, if they struck her fancy. Eventually though, she would get careless. Despite having her spider friends get rid of evidence, cover her tracks, and generally make sure she only showed up or appeared at night, eventually she would indeed leave a trail of some sort.
At first, she thought the person coming to deal with her was going to be some boorish Onmyouji, and was prepared to simply kill and eat them if they were some dumb guy, or perhaps, keep them around longer if they were a cute girl that struck her fancy. Fortunately, for the both of them Tomoko was the latter. To say Kaori almost fell in love at first sight was an understatement. Why was this adorable thing out fighting Youkai? Why was she putting herself in danger? Such things were so veeery dangerous, and if it had been any other spider, she'd probably just have been eaten alive!
She tried her best to get the girl to see reason. See that if she just stayed here with her, she'd be all nice and taken care of the rest of her life...but alas, it was not to be. After an admittedly short confrontation because Kaori couldn't bring herself to genuinely harm the other girl, she decided that fine, if she wasn't going to let her take care of her here, then she could go with her and take care of her anyways.
She let the girls she had collected over the past year go, promised to be a good little spider and enrolled in the highschool with Tomoko.
Alas, if only it was an all girls school...</s>
<|message|>Kiyohara Homura
As far as Homura could tell, the dynamics were already well-established for the club, by now. The first couple meetings had been surprisingly normal, at least content-wise. She had to wonder just what sort of dirt the president had on some of the other members, though. Regardless, the scene currently playing out before her was no longer surprising.
Kaori had brought sweets. Shuicirio was already helping himself to said sweets. One would hardly know they weren't just ordinary students. Homura refrained from taking any baked goods just yet, mostly out of propriety and waiting for the meeting to begin before helping herself to refreshments, and not out of mistrust at all. "Afternoon," she returned Tomoko's greeting.
"Should I put on some tea," she offered as she made her way over to an electric kettle on a desk by the wall. "It's a good day for it, and would probably go nice with the snacks."</s>
<|message|>Ibaraki Akari
Ibaraki Akari
Like the others, Akari was nominally a student at the school. From slipping into the premises clubroom just as school had ended, and the distinct lack of a uniform worn, it would have been impossible to guess. But despite this, she made a valiant effort to blend into the room's background, moving a chair off to one corner and pulling out a book to read while everyone showed up. Hopefully, she could spend the entire meeting like this, and just go home afterwards.
It didn't help that everyone here was so... outgoing. Almost everyone. Akari felt that Homura had the most compatible personality out of the entire club, but she was way too scary! What if she wanted to do some youkai hunting or her family thought this would be a great opportunity to finish what Watanabe-no-Tsuna started or...
Oh no, she was looking this way. Tea? Oh, no, Akari shook her heaed vigorously at that. She wasn't a big fan of tea anyway, and she already brought her own drinks along. And this way she wasn't at risk of being poisoned somehow. Hopefully, she wouldn't mind. Hopefully.</s>
<|message|>Suzuki Tomoko
After having experienced Kaori's attitude and affections for a considerable length of time now, Tomoko had learned to be prepared for this kind of treatment.
The karakasa wasn't the only friend she brought along today.
Letting her surprised decoy 'enjoy' Kaori's affections, Tomoko stepped to the side and around the clingy jorogumo, ignoring any muffled pleas for help.
"Tea would be lovely, thank you," she said, in response to Homura.
She cast a bright smile around at the assembled students. Yes, she'd done quite an excellent job at putting together various supernatural attendees at Miyama, and it hadn't taken very much effort at all!
"I'm sure you're all curious about our first order of business today, so I won't delay any longer," she continued, retrieving the daily newspaper from her bag. She didn't often read them, but picking up a copy seemed like it was a wise idea for illustrating the task at hand.
"Tada~" Tomoko declared, presenting the paper, or more specifically one of the articles.
The article in question was one that detailed all the publicly-avaliable knowledge on the recent rash of children's disappearances. There wasn't much, but it was enough to establish the fact that there was little to no evidence, and no way of knowing if the disappeared children were alive or dead.
Though given the length of time since the first known disappearance, the outlook was growing considerably more grim.
"Seven children have disappeared this month alone," she continued, "Without any evidence, with no sign of a struggle. Nothing is left behind at all. Even if I didn't have a few friends letting me know they thought something was going on, I think this would be plenty of reason to suspect it's not simply a human kidnapper, isn't it?"
At the very least, it was clear that Tomoko was taking the matter seriously, even if she had presented the newspaper article in such a lighthearted manner.
"I have my suspicions as to what it may be, but I'm curious if anyone else does," continued the girl as she put the newspaper down, waving her real hand idly, "Speculation and conversation are the best path forward!"
Indeed, assembling a plan of action meant discussing that plan of action first.
Tomoko had no intention of allowing another child to disappear, so letting the perpetrator go another night wasn't an option.
Meanwhile, the shapeshifted mujina in Kaori's grip squirmed frantically. She'd altered her usual human form to be identical to the intermediary, but she hadn't been told why this was happening.
Only now did she understand.
Daze@Vega7285@Pyromania99@AzureKnight@Rune_Alchemist</s>
<|message|>Kiyohara Homura
Homura nodded at Akari's decline of the tea. The other girl tended to get skittish around her for some reason, but she still communicated well enough, and there really wasn't reason to be bothered. Once the kettle finished boiling, she prepared a pot of tea, and brought it and some cups over to the meeting table. Homura of course poured a cup for herself, and another for Tomoko.
"So, kamikakushi in the literal sense," she began, after Tomoko had explained the situation. "Sounds like something we should look into, all right. Sadly, it could be a lot of things." Homura spares Kaori a glance. "So nothing immediately comes to my mind just from disappearances. A namahage, maybe? Or...isn't there a couple urban legend sort of things that grab kids?"</s>
| <|message|>Shimizu Kaori
Occult Investigation Club Room
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"...eh? Eh?" Kaori blinked, looking from the Tomoko in her arms to the Tomoko walking away from her. "Two...two Tomokos?" She'd look back to the one in her arms, then back to the real Tomoko all the while not letting the one in her grip go or giving her any sort of leeway to wiggle out of the embrace. Had she died? Was this heaven? Was she given a gift by the gods for being a good little spider? Ahhh, she could hardly contain herself!
"Eheheheh~!" With a loud giggle, Kaori would pickup the Mujina, completely uncaring of the other youkai's struggle. "Tomo-chan, you shouldn't have! Ehehe, I'll be sure to take her home with me and make sure nothing bad happens to her~" The Mujina, would find it hard to respond since her face was still shoved in Kaori's chest as the spider would take a seat at the club table, sitting the girl down in her lap and not releasing her as Tomoko got to explaining what they were doing here.
Oh dear, oh dear...someone snatching up little girls that wasn't her? Oh that wouldn't do at all! Some other, nastier, meaner youkai surely was doing such unwholesome and terrible things to them! It made her loving little spider heart angry...of course, she was completely aware of the look she got from Homura.
"Ufufu, what's the matter, Homu-chan? Giving me such a passionate seeming glance~ Now's not the time you know?" Teasing aside...hm. There were many youkai known for kidnapping children, or people in general...and she was guilty of that, but she had mostly behaved herself since she met Tomoko. "Do we...have any more information, Tomo-chan? We can narrow it down to those that specifically like to target children, but without other information it feels hard to speculate..."</s> |
<|description|>Shimizu Kaori
Age:
Forever 18~
Gender:
Female
Race:
Jorōgumo
Appearance:
Oft, Kaori appears as a young girl of highschool age. All the better to get closer to her preferred playthings with. Possessing a near supernatural beauty, dressing in elegant kimono's when not attending school. Typically, she wears short cut black hair typically tied into short tails at either side of her head and possesses Heterochromia, perhaps lending a bit more to her appearance. Just ignore the fangs...and the occasional yellow and black spider leg coming from under her kimono. That's just your imagination.
Personality:
When one thinks of a Jorogumo, they most likely envision a seductress of some sort - and Kaori certainly lives up to such an image...save for the fact she much prefers snacking on adorable little girls. Playful, lascivious, and exceedingly affectionate and intimate to anyone she likes all for the purpose of getting someone to let their guard down so she can have a quick afternoon snack. Make no mistake, she's a predator and if it wasn't for someone proverbially holding her leash, she'd likely become a threat again to people very, very quickly.
For the most part, generally, Kaori is a friendly little if somewhat troublesome and impish spider much preferring to be friends rather than enemies or rivals. However, while she is quick to show physical and intimate affection to the girls around her, she is quick to fall into a rather listless, broody, and falling back into old habits if such affections aren't returned by those around her especially after repeated rejections or just going for so long without it...and this is her totally, definitely, valid reasoning for having her spider friends take stealthy panty shots or her propensity to grope and tease the women around her.
If, perhaps, you manage to upset the spider enough to make her angry...be warned, she's just as cruel and cunningly intelligent as the myths say.
Abilities:
Kaori is not the most directly combative youkai out there. She's certainly strong and impressive when compared to most humans, but she does not have impressive strength like the Oni or many other supernatural abilities.
Notably, Kaori is able to produce extremely fine, extremely sticky silk that has durability similar to steel. A very flexible, tough to cut substance that she uses to ensnare, bind, or otherwise trap foes. Sharp enough to cut if enough force is applied and she makes them just thick enough. Can produce quite a bit in a short amount of time, if needed.
Aside from the silk, she also possesses extremely potent venom. Delivered often via bite if she gets close enough to a foe, she can inject quite a large quantity in a very short amount of time. In small doses it does nothing more than to put one into a somewhat drunken, feel good state. Larger doses however, erode the body. Loss of motor control. Hallucinations. Weakness. It is not otherwise lethal, though, unless the dosage is fairly large or sustained exposure causing the body to eventually just fail.
She can also speak with, and control most arachnids. She has a rather extensive intelligence network and generally is aware of what is happening in the city. A spider swarm can also be both rather terrifying and difficult to combat, if one gets swarmed...oh, and the spiders can vary in size in fact and a few can breathe fire if she raises them right and they can grow to be fairly large, too.
Skills:
Perhaps unsurprisingly she's really good with domestic chores. Cooking, Cleaning, sewing, basic first aid...she's picked up quite a few miscellaneous if not overly helpful or relevant skills in her lifetime.
Equipment:
Clothing made from her own silk. Durable stuff. Ask nicely and she might make you some. She'll need to do a fitting, though. Be prepared to get touched. A lot.
Does a legion of spiders count?
Brief Backstory:
About five years or so ago, a girl from an all-girls school went missing in the city. A tragedy, really, but there wasn't much to suggest anything supernatural about it or otherwise. Six months later...her family would find her, dazed, confused, and not remembering anything at all about the past six months but otherwise uninjured and unharmed...for the most part. Yet, a week later - another tragedy struck. A second girl went missing.
And this, would be a certain spiders MO for the foreseeable future. Far from eating or hurting them, no, she had other uses for them. Eventually she'd change her methods ever so slightly. Expand out from the school to others. Even have a bit of fun with the older women, occasionally, if they struck her fancy. Eventually though, she would get careless. Despite having her spider friends get rid of evidence, cover her tracks, and generally make sure she only showed up or appeared at night, eventually she would indeed leave a trail of some sort.
At first, she thought the person coming to deal with her was going to be some boorish Onmyouji, and was prepared to simply kill and eat them if they were some dumb guy, or perhaps, keep them around longer if they were a cute girl that struck her fancy. Fortunately, for the both of them Tomoko was the latter. To say Kaori almost fell in love at first sight was an understatement. Why was this adorable thing out fighting Youkai? Why was she putting herself in danger? Such things were so veeery dangerous, and if it had been any other spider, she'd probably just have been eaten alive!
She tried her best to get the girl to see reason. See that if she just stayed here with her, she'd be all nice and taken care of the rest of her life...but alas, it was not to be. After an admittedly short confrontation because Kaori couldn't bring herself to genuinely harm the other girl, she decided that fine, if she wasn't going to let her take care of her here, then she could go with her and take care of her anyways.
She let the girls she had collected over the past year go, promised to be a good little spider and enrolled in the highschool with Tomoko.
Alas, if only it was an all girls school...</s>
<|message|>Hina
Hina was unconcerned with Shina's teasing and Kaori's request. Of course Tomoko wouldn't allow that pervy spider to take her home and dress her up and let her serve as bait. As a detective, Tomoko would be willing to dress up herself. What self-respecting investigator would expect a Watson to do what they wouldn't? It was a sort of code of honor among detectives, Hina understood from stories. Knowing this to be true in the depths of her soul, Hina smugly listened as Tomoko explained the situation. The girl never could resist a good monologue, but this was something Hina respected as an artist herself.
"...Wait, what?"
Surely Tomoko misspoke. Hina had never volunteered to be bait. She volunteered Tomoko to be bait.
"T-tomocchi," Hina called the girl by a cutesy over-familiar nickname to re-establish their close friendship, "Tomo-tan... Tomo-tama...!"
Kaori gave Tomoko a tight hug before rounding on Hina.
"T-TOMO-DACHI," Hina whined as Kaori scooped her up and bound her with webbing, "TOMO-TOMO, PLEASE."
Hina squirmed and whined, flailing around like an unmanned fire hose but with the strength of a particularly agitated shrimp cracker. Her blubbering and squealing only proved how effective she would be at roleplaying a literal child.
"NOOO DON'T TAKE 'GOOD CARE' OF ME," Hina babbled, "OR 'BAD CARE' OF ME EITHER FOR THAT MATTEEER~"
And like that, Hina was easily carried off like a princess. Only whinier.</s>
<|message|>"Yamada" Shina
As Hina was carried away by a certain spider, Shina just sort of watched. Well, there was nothing to stop that perverse spider. Well, they probably had a bit of time before they really could go pick up their Zashiki-Warashi from the spider. "Hmm, well, while we wait, there's a cute little cafe I run nearby. We can pick up a little drink. Tea or Coffee. There are even cute little desserts if you want one." Shina was obviously trying to promote it. "It's called 'Tanuki Cafe'. Yes, yes. I know, original. It'll be my treat even." Really, it was about as likely a real offer as it were a trick... But it was a free tea or coffee. "I don't think we should get anything for the spider... Or should we get her a nice strong coffee..." A sly little smile covered the Tanuki's face as she wondered how a youkai spider would react to caffeine.
"'Course, we could also head over and make sure our spider comrade isn't doing anything horrid to the cute Zashiki-Warashi." She also offered, though despite her suggesting it, she didn't seem all too interested in it. "I really could go for a nice tea right now though."</s>
<|message|>Ibaraki Akari
Akari watched the proceedings with a sense of relief. Having an actual child around made her position much more secure... otherwise she was sure that their club leader would have taken some far more drastic measure to force her to act much younger than she actually was. And that would be a disaster! Aside from not wanting to be bait, or put on the spot like that, there was no way anyone, even a youkai, would have bought that. Right?
"Handy? Um... okay..." she nodded, polishing off the bottle. Right, ghost hand. She could do that.</s>
<|message|>Kiyohara Homura
"Hey! Wai-" And Kaori was already gone. Jeez, she worked fast. Though she probably was the best costume designer among the club members. Especially for short-notice costumes, with all that silk. Still, Homura felt like it would probably be better if she weren't left completely to her own devices, either.
"I feel like I should follow her. On the other hand, tea." Homura shrugged. "I suppose while we wait, we've got to plan our next move. No use letting Hina get disappeared because we weren't prepared with a good trap after setting our bait."</s>
<|message|>Suzuki Tomoko
Tomoko's aggressively pleasant smile did not falter, not when she was hugged, not when Hina began to beg for mercy, not a single moment passed by where it showed even the slightest sign of fading.
"Have fun~ I'm sure Shimizu-san can make you look convincing!"
Completely brushing aside the zasshiki-warashi's pleas, the Intermediary happily waved at Kaori and Hina as they departed.
Somehow, the fact that she didn't have any sign of outward malice made the gesture even more threatening.
Clapping her hands together, she took a deep breath and turned towards her remaining club members.
"Now, Kiyohara-san is exactly right. I'm afraid we don't have time for a cafe visit," began Tomoko, "Not when time is quite a precious resource. We don't know exactly what Hasshaku-sama does with the children she abducts. Certainly, in the original story they simply died, but because of the influences of different iterations on the original idea there's no way to be certain."
It was quite possible that the first children abducted were already dead. Or worse.
"We have no idea if she is killing them, or simply keeping them locked away," continued Tomoko, "So we have to do everything we can to work as swiftly as we can, because we may be running out of time to save their lives."
She shrugged.
"Or we may already be too late. It's impossible to know until we find her. So, we need to have our plan ready to execute as quickly as possible."
There really was only one way to know what happened to the children, and that was to find them. Hopefully, they'd all still be alive.
But they had to get there first.
"I suspect that Hasshaku-sama is not occupying normal space when she isn't visible. It would explain where the children disappear to," Tomoko elaborated. Of course, it was just a guess, but ultimately unless the children were instantly disintegrating or turning invisible they had to be put somewhere, "I'm guessing she uses a closed space to get around, and to take the kids she abducts."
Grinning, she pounded right fist into her left hand.
"So, we'll just have to bust it right open once we've lured her out! Ultimately, a closed space is just a barrier, which means within enough force, especially from a a phantom entity, we should be able to crack it wide open and get inside!"
Of course, this plan wasn't without its dangers. If Hasshaku-sama really was using a closed space, the interior would be an advantageous territory for her, a location in which she had at least some control over its rules and functions. But at the same time, it was unlikely that such a closed space would be designed with combat in mind.
At least this made it obvious what Akari was intended to do.
Daze@Vega7285@Pyromania99@Rune_Alchemist@Octo</s>
| <|message|>Shimizu Kaori
Kaori had swiftly run from the playground back to where her house was. Somewhere along the line the spider thought it'd be a good idea to web Hina's mouth shut in order to draw less attention to herself as she ran happily down the street and towards a somewhat more rural area of the city where Hina would find the spiders house, tucked quietly away from the noise and buzz of the city...and away from more nosy neighbors that could potentially, hear a little ghost child calling for help.
While the exterior of the house was somewhat more traditional looking, the interior was anything but. While not hyper modern, the inside of the place was certainly not lacking for modern luxuries, but Hina wouldn't get very long to gawk or otherwise study the interior as the spider would quickly carry the ghost up stairs and dump her in one of the many rooms.
Once she was certain Hina was nice and safe inside, she'd close the door behind them.
"Now, Hina-chan, be a good girl and play with big sis spider for a bit okay~?"
click
And thus the door locked, and Hina had nowhere to escape immediately too.
Kaori turned on her heels towards Hina, hands clasped together, resting against her face with a fanged smile.
"I'll give you as many cookies as you want later if you do!"
Regardless of what Hina wanted to, though, the spider would do exactly as Tomo had let her do. Various outfits were tried on. Bunny. Kimono. Some stuff involving ropes and silk threads that were probably too extreme to really mention. Magical girl cosplay from a popular anime and a fox from the same series. A military uniform for some reason and a blond wig. Swimsuit. In all, there were about twenty different outfits the spider forced Hina to put on until finally, the ghost girl would be given some relief as the spider finally actually, put her in a proper outfit.
"Ehehe, I think this does it." Proud of her handiwork, Kaori would take one last picture of Hina for...posterity. She was dressed in a typical grade schooler outfit that was colored blue along with a randoseru upon her back and a yellow cap. An absolutely pristine example of a small, vulnerable school girl. "Thank you for the candy-ahem-cooperation Hina-chan~"</s> |
<|description|>Ibaraki Akari
* Age: 16
* Gender: Female
* Race: Oni
* Appearance: She's definitely on the short side... and the completely flat side. Akari is one of those highschool students (technically) that everyone eagerly mistakes for a middle school student.
* Personality: Everyone expects an oni to be brash, confident (at least until defeated), and rowdy. At the very least you expect them to be loud or somehow aggressive. This is all completely untrue of Akari, who is happiest communicating with everyone via technology rather than in person, and would much like to be back in her room undisturbed. Even when you get past the extreme shyness by enough association or shared interests, she's still meek, worried about her own strength, and disturbingly skittish. With an extra irrational fear of samurai, which is definitely a bit odd for a girl who's worn traditional clothing every day of her life except the one week she went to school.
* Abilities: Akari is a shockingly powerful oni, for someone that has had no reason to exercise her natural abilities to any extent. Despite her unimposing physique, there are very few people who are going to be winning if it's simply a contest of pitting strength against one another. She's about as difficult to seriously injure; blunt force is mostly useless without some serious strength behind it, and simply cutting her often requires magical assistance or massive force. Plus, like her mother, if it's not cut off entirely it will doubtless heal fine, and losing limbs would be more of a (physical) inconvenience than life-threatening.
Although she hasn't any practice at using it, Akari has inherited Ibaraki's affinity for Heat--not just heat in the direct sense, but heat as a driving force for changes. It's this affinity that led Ibaraki-douji so easily to shapeshifting, and allows for just reattaching missing body parts later. She's also inherited the ability--or some would call it a mystic scar--common to all of the famous oni's relatives: Lost Arm. So significant was the injury that, even now, her entire extended bloodline has the ability to summon a single phantom arm.
You know, if two arms isn't enough for hitting things.
* Skills: None of any particular use! She's actually rather clumsy, which is bad because of the strength that comes from being an oni. This also extends to a tendency to trip on things and fall down stairs, though that's more disorienting and worrying for people watching rather than actually dangerous to Akari.
* Equipment: "Mum said I should bring an iron club if something dangerous happens..." She also has a phone, "a little spending money" day to day--that is, enough money that anything of interest to a sixteen year old oni is fine--and a perfectly-accurate seeming ID that nevertheless claims Akari to be an adult, because oni and alcohol are inseparable.
* Brief Backstory: As her name attests, Akari is closely related to the Ibaraki-douji. Extremely closely; Ibaraki is her mother and Akari doesn't have the faintest clue who her father is. This, in and of itself, makes her the closest thing a rowdy bunch like oni can have to royalty--and also, with the benefit of being born into an extremely small family that has had a thousand years of practice avoiding danger and past banditry, used to the wealth that implies.
Akari spent most of her childhood in a very traditional home, essentially secluded from the non-supernatural world, and told all the supernatural stories one might expect. Of course, the viewpoint was skewed--the role of hero and villain constantly inverted, with the samurai and exorcists vilified for going after oni that were only acting according to their natural desires and compulsions. Given the obvious problems that a supernaturally strong child with some innate drive to prey on humanity could fall into, this also meant a distinct lack of school attendance.
They moved to a more modern house, one actually positioned conveniently for school, when it was time for Akari to start middle school. After attending for a few days, she just... stopped, the ease with which she had accidentally hurt someone in sports and the pressure of pretending to be human--on top of her own limited experience with so many people--just overwhelming the young oni. Although she's somewhat kept up with the schoolwork, a large amount of Akari's time has instead found itself devoted to popular entertainment--light novels, anime, and so on.
Ibaraki is hardly someone one would expect to be an experienced parent... or skilled at addressing this in a manner more appropriate than "fight it out", which would hardly help in this situation, so she's been trying to find someone that might help... or at least get Akari to socialise more.</s>
<|message|>Suzuki Tomoko
It was a dark, dreary, rainy day.
Naturally, there were few people walking out and about, unless they desperately needed to be somewhere. And even if they did, most of them were taking public transit or personal vehicles. There wasn't anyone in their right mind who would willingly be out for a walk when it was raining heavily enough, and this certainly qualified.
But regardless of that fact, there was one girl who seemed quite content to take a walk rather than ride to her destination. Perplexing as this was, it became all the more unusual when she was observed more closely.
She was a petite blonde girl, her age difficult to discern form her youthful features and short height. It was unlikely anyone would place her older then perhaps thirteen, and many would place her a year or so younger.
If one were to ask her how she felt about such comments, it was unlikely they would hear anything particularly happy in response.
In her right hand, she held a black cane. She didn't seem to need it to walk, and yet she was using it all the same. Speaking of her right hand...
Her entire right arm was bandaged. Not a single piece of flesh could be seen underneath, the bandages extending up beneath her sleeve. Exactly why this was would be a complete mystery to most observers, as the range of movement that she exhibited with the limb indicated she was entirely uninjured.
But, perhaps, the strangest thing was the fact that there was an umbrella beside her. No, she was not holding an umbrella. Many observers would simply assume that was the case, as it was impossible that an umbrella would simply float beside someone.
But common sense could override the truth, in some cases. And to be fair, the umbrella was not simply floating beside her.
It was being carried by a girl, taller then the blonde, in a stylized kimono. Only the blonde herself, and her companions and others versed in the supernatural, could see this fact. They could also see the lengthy tongue hanging from the umbrella, and its single large eye.
Suzuki Tomoko, Intermediary Between Humans and Youkai, had to keep the rain out somehow after all.
Her medical checkup had concluded by this point, but she had another purpose here. One she had invited all her other assistants to join her for(and made it rather clear they should come, through one method or another).
There was someone due to be released today she wanted to meet.
A girl whose broken arm had healed in a single day. A girl whose family had quite an intriguing history...
The Intermediary could always use more assistants, after all.
@TheFake@Crusader Lord@Rune_Alchemist@Raineh Daze</s>
<|message|>Shimizu Kaori
@TheFake@Crusader Lord@Raineh Daze@VitaVitaAR
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The rain was quite lovely this time of year, wasn't it? Ah, it brought back some rather pleasant memories.
Among the gathered assistants, was a woman wearing what was only described as a nurse outfit that showed off perhaps a bit too much in the cleavage department. For the most part she looked entirely human, save for a mismatched set of eyes. When Shimizu was invited by Tomoko to the hospital, at first she wasn't quite sure what to expect, but upon doing a little investigation of her own she had quickly surmised that the young human likely was going to be trying to recruit another soul into their little ring of investigators. How delightful!~ She wouldn't say no to another cute addition to their little family here.
"Hmmm, quite a lovely day, isn't it?~" Shimizu said to the others. "There's something sooooo relaxing about a nice, calm, rainy day." Shimizu languidly sighed, a small spider crawling across her hand before lowering itself to the ground and scurrying off somewhere. She rarely visited the hospital herself, no reason too unless Tomoko somehow ended up in one, which thankfully, that didn't happen often.</s>
<|message|>Fukuyama Yuki (Fuyuko)
Yuki looked uncomfortable standing outside of the hospital. Her ears twitched fitfully under her hood and it was obvious that she didn't want to be here. THey could have met the girl at school or at home. Why did it have to be at a hospital, why this hospital?
She cast a disapproving look at Kaori in the nurses uniform. Well, it looked less to Yuki like a uniform and more like a costume that catered to certain tastes. With any luck perhaps they would never have to meet outside of a police station... or a school.
Maybe Yuki could arrest her for public indecency?
@Crusader Lord@Raineh Daze@VitaVitaAR@Rune_Alchemist</s>
| <|message|>Ibaraki Akari
Akari was silently in agreement, albeit unknowingly, with Akari on the "why are we meeting her at a hospital?" concept. To the younger girl... well, hospitals just didn't make too much sense to her. It was definitely one of those "humans were squishy and vulnerable things"; she couldn't wrap her mind around needing an entire building to just... heal something. So why would you ever take even a handful of youkai to somewhere full of people even more vulnerable than normal...
In one hand, the young oni had an umbrella almost the twin of Tomoko's, only it was actually an ordinary umbrella, and incongruously a plastic bag full of bottles of... water. Yes, water, Akari was only trying to stay hydrated. That's what she needed to remember to say if anyone asked her why she was carrying these.
Though anyone that could smell her breath when she was drinking from another of the bottles with her free hand would have no trouble working out what was actually in them.</s> |
<|description|>Ibaraki Akari
* Age: 16
* Gender: Female
* Race: Oni
* Appearance: She's definitely on the short side... and the completely flat side. Akari is one of those highschool students (technically) that everyone eagerly mistakes for a middle school student.
* Personality: Everyone expects an oni to be brash, confident (at least until defeated), and rowdy. At the very least you expect them to be loud or somehow aggressive. This is all completely untrue of Akari, who is happiest communicating with everyone via technology rather than in person, and would much like to be back in her room undisturbed. Even when you get past the extreme shyness by enough association or shared interests, she's still meek, worried about her own strength, and disturbingly skittish. With an extra irrational fear of samurai, which is definitely a bit odd for a girl who's worn traditional clothing every day of her life except the one week she went to school.
* Abilities: Akari is a shockingly powerful oni, for someone that has had no reason to exercise her natural abilities to any extent. Despite her unimposing physique, there are very few people who are going to be winning if it's simply a contest of pitting strength against one another. She's about as difficult to seriously injure; blunt force is mostly useless without some serious strength behind it, and simply cutting her often requires magical assistance or massive force. Plus, like her mother, if it's not cut off entirely it will doubtless heal fine, and losing limbs would be more of a (physical) inconvenience than life-threatening.
Although she hasn't any practice at using it, Akari has inherited Ibaraki's affinity for Heat--not just heat in the direct sense, but heat as a driving force for changes. It's this affinity that led Ibaraki-douji so easily to shapeshifting, and allows for just reattaching missing body parts later. She's also inherited the ability--or some would call it a mystic scar--common to all of the famous oni's relatives: Lost Arm. So significant was the injury that, even now, her entire extended bloodline has the ability to summon a single phantom arm.
You know, if two arms isn't enough for hitting things.
* Skills: None of any particular use! She's actually rather clumsy, which is bad because of the strength that comes from being an oni. This also extends to a tendency to trip on things and fall down stairs, though that's more disorienting and worrying for people watching rather than actually dangerous to Akari.
* Equipment: "Mum said I should bring an iron club if something dangerous happens..." She also has a phone, "a little spending money" day to day--that is, enough money that anything of interest to a sixteen year old oni is fine--and a perfectly-accurate seeming ID that nevertheless claims Akari to be an adult, because oni and alcohol are inseparable.
* Brief Backstory: As her name attests, Akari is closely related to the Ibaraki-douji. Extremely closely; Ibaraki is her mother and Akari doesn't have the faintest clue who her father is. This, in and of itself, makes her the closest thing a rowdy bunch like oni can have to royalty--and also, with the benefit of being born into an extremely small family that has had a thousand years of practice avoiding danger and past banditry, used to the wealth that implies.
Akari spent most of her childhood in a very traditional home, essentially secluded from the non-supernatural world, and told all the supernatural stories one might expect. Of course, the viewpoint was skewed--the role of hero and villain constantly inverted, with the samurai and exorcists vilified for going after oni that were only acting according to their natural desires and compulsions. Given the obvious problems that a supernaturally strong child with some innate drive to prey on humanity could fall into, this also meant a distinct lack of school attendance.
They moved to a more modern house, one actually positioned conveniently for school, when it was time for Akari to start middle school. After attending for a few days, she just... stopped, the ease with which she had accidentally hurt someone in sports and the pressure of pretending to be human--on top of her own limited experience with so many people--just overwhelming the young oni. Although she's somewhat kept up with the schoolwork, a large amount of Akari's time has instead found itself devoted to popular entertainment--light novels, anime, and so on.
Ibaraki is hardly someone one would expect to be an experienced parent... or skilled at addressing this in a manner more appropriate than "fight it out", which would hardly help in this situation, so she's been trying to find someone that might help... or at least get Akari to socialise more.</s>
<|message|>Shimizu Kaori
@TheFake@Crusader Lord@Raineh Daze@VitaVitaAR
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How boring~
A small pout formed on Kaori's lips as the other's that were currently present seemed entirely intent on being silent. The Oni was being the most boorish. She was quite certain she was drinking her weight in alcohol, though that'd be nothing out of the ordinary for an Oni, would it? At least she could take a small bit of joy in feeling Yuki visibly eye her up. Perhaps she'd have more fun meeting this 'patient' before Tomoko showed up? Certainly, yes, that sounded like a delightful idea-
"Ah, Sono-chan." Kaori's eyes immediately lit up upon seeing the school girl, a playful grin forming just big enough to show her fangs. "Helllllo, darling. Tomoko isn't here yet, but that's fine. Lets me have a little snack or two, yes?~" Putting her previous idea of sneaking off to play with their new friend, Kaori turned her attention to the girl in front of her. She took a few slow steps towards the younger girl. "Come in, get out of the rain. Let me help you warm yourself up a bit before you catch a cold, fufu." A playful giggle as Kaori made another move towards the human girl.</s>
<|message|>Suzuki Tomoko
Chisaki was a good girl. She never disobeyed her parents, she did her best to make sure all her homework was done on time, she tried to make sure her fellow students were on track, and she was always interested in what her teacher had to say.
So even she thought what she was doing now was out of character for herself.
She was a primary school student, at only nine years old, with short black hair and glasses.
And that made the fact that she was out by herself so late all the more unusual. But the fact was...
It wasn't just one of her friends. Two of them, Sakura and Taro, had both disappeared. Up and vanished without a trace. No-one knew what happened to them. Not their parents. Not the police.
There wasn't a single sign of anything. They weren't... they didn't seem to have died, or anything like that... it was just like they'd evaporated into thin air.
Chisaki thought of herself as smart. She thought of herself as mature. And she was worried... she thought, maybe, it would be possible for her to find something out, something she could tell the police. So they could save her friends.
So she'd snuck out at night. She knew her parents would be mad at her, but if it was for her friends' sake that was okay, right?
At least that's what she'd thought at first. She'd originally intended to meet her other friends here... but they couldn't get away from their parents.
So she was alone.
It was dark.
No-one was around.
Chisaki couldn't help but be scared. She couldn't help but worry. But at the same time, if she could find anything, anything at all that would help the police find Sakura and Taro...
It was worth being scared, right?
And then she heard it, from the alleyway...
"Chisaki-chan...?"
Sakura! That was Sakura's voice!
"Chisaki-san!"
Taro too?!
Excitement rose in the young girl's heart as she turned, immediately rushing into the alley. She'd found them! She'd found her friends! She-
The alley was empty. She heard a sound from behind her, a long shadow fell over her, and-
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It was a dark, dreary, rainy day.
Naturally, there were few people walking out and about, unless they desperately needed to be somewhere. And even if they did, most of them were taking public transit or personal vehicles. There wasn't anyone in their right mind who would willingly be out for a walk when it was raining heavily enough, and this certainly qualified.
But regardless of that fact, there was one girl who seemed quite content to take a stroll right through the rain to her club's meeting place. Perplexing as this was, it became all the more unusual when she was observed more closely.
She was a petite blonde girl, her age difficult to discern form her youthful features and short height. It was unlikely anyone would place her older then perhaps thirteen, and many would place her a year or so younger.
If one were to ask her how she felt about such comments, it was unlikely they would hear anything particularly happy in response.
In her right hand, she held a black cane. She didn't seem to need it to walk, and yet she was using it all the same. Speaking of her right hand...
Her entire right arm was bandaged. Not a single piece of flesh could be seen underneath, the bandages extending up beneath her sleeve. Exactly why this was would be a complete mystery to most observers, as the range of movement that she exhibited with the limb indicated she was entirely uninjured.
But, perhaps, the strangest thing was the fact that there was an umbrella beside her. No, she was not holding an umbrella. Many observers would simply assume that was the case, as it was impossible that an umbrella would simply float beside someone.
But common sense could override the truth, in some cases. And to be fair, the umbrella was not simply floating beside her.
It was being carried by a girl, taller then the blonde, in a stylized kimono. Only the blonde herself, and others versed in the supernatural, could see this fact. They could also see the lengthy tongue hanging from the umbrella, and its single large eye.
Suzuki Tomoko, the intermediary between humans and youkai, had a club meeting to hold. And given the recent circumstances, it was going to be a particularly important one.
Seven disappearances. Seven children, both boys and girls, had disappeared in the last month in the local area. That wasn't even considering disappearances across the entire city that could be tied to these incidents. Each time, there was absolutely no sign of them.
It was as if they simply vanished into thin air.
As she reached the club's meeting place, the door opened ahead of her courtesy of her companion.
Indeed, she wasn't going to let this carry on any longer. She most certainly couldn't.
What sort of self-respecting intermediary could possibly let children continue to up and disappear? This wasn't a regular human perpetrator, not when the disappearances happened so swiftly and so without any evidence. Tomoko was certain of that.
No, the perpetrator had to be some sort of inhuman entity...
But who? And why?
These questions would have to be answered.
But first...
"Hello, everyone," began the blonde-haired girl brightly, "Today is the third meeting of the Miyama Occult Investigation club!"
@TheHangedMan@RolePlayerRoxas@Crab Bane@Raineh Daze</s>
<|message|>Shimamaru Asahi
Shimamaru Asahi had plenty of experience hiding her true feelings behind a kind, bright smile. certainly, she was confident no human could ever hope to discern her true feelings. Perhaps present company were slightly more perceptive, but surely they knew nothing of the sheer, unbridled annoyance that the blonde "honour student" felt at having to attend this meeting.
"Here you are~" placing cups of tea before or nearby several club members, the smiling fox served the drink to everyone that wanted it, looking very much like a helpful girl, even though she was internally cursing out the one that brought them all together. Seriously, how did one as brilliant and intelligent as herself fall for such a simple trick!? Of course that little brat couldn't possibly have possessed any evidence of her harmless little prank! Pink was a way better colour for the principal's office anyway!
Not that she could back out of joining Tomoko's club, anyway. As underhanded as the "persuasion" was, Asahi had still given her word to join, and promises weren't something you just broke on a whim! How could any human accept her as their fluffy overlord of fluffiness if she couldn't even keep her word?! No, she would play along for now, and show that intermediary up at some point! She could almost picture it now...
Asahi was about to become lost in her daydreams when Tomoko herself arrived, startling the fox out of her reverie. Her smile became a tad more strained as she greeted the club leader, Good day, Suzuki-san. Would you like some tea?"</s>
<|message|>Shimizu Kaori
"Quite a lovely, dreary day isn't it." If someone happened to be looking, they'd have noticed a small spider skitter across the floor, right under Asahi's feet before disappearing under a table and skittering up Kaori's leg. "Thank you, Asahi." She replied in a friendly manner, taking a sip of the tea.
Like Asahi, the spider too, was mostly lost in her own thoughts while she waited for Tomoko to arrive. She likely looked quite elegant, sitting there, sipping on tea, with rain falling in the background.
Thankfully, no one could read her thoughts.
Dear gods there were so many cute girls here. In high school in general! She better start thanking whatever gods for giving her such delicious eyecandy now that she was attending highschool. Why didn't she think about it earlier? It was ingenious! And gym class! It had become her new favorite thing in the world. Aaaah, she really wanted to just...snatch a few up an-Ahem. No no, she had turned a new leaf. She had to behave herself. Couldn't cause trouble for Tomoko.
For now she'd be satisfied with knowing the color of the class president's undies.
"Ah...Tomo-chan." Setting the tea down, Kaori flashed a friendly smile towards Tomoko along with a friendly wave. "Asahi just made it. It's not half bad. I should bring some snacks next time."</s>
| <|message|>Ibaraki Akari
Akari turned down the tea as politely as she could, apparently getting into a staring contest with the... water bottle in front of her. Much like the first two meetings of the club, Akari had arrived almost immediately after lessons had ended, eager to get away from the unfamiliar and unfortunately fragile people. It wasn't that she particularly wanted to be part of this club either, but between Tomoko and her mother there wasn't much choice.
Not that she entirely knew what to do. The class president seemed nice enough, as did the spider lady, but both of them felt slightly... odd to be around. Maybe that was just because they were youkai? It wasn't as if Akari had much experience with non-oni to know. Maybe she seemed just as odd, with her tiny un-onilike stature and barely-there horns. Though the spider lady didn't look much like a spider either.
"Ah, ya ain't wet?" she asked, looking at Tomoko as she burst in. No apparent umbrella and she was dry, huh...</s> |
<|description|>Ibaraki Akari
* Age: 16
* Gender: Female
* Race: Oni
* Appearance: She's definitely on the short side... and the completely flat side. Akari is one of those highschool students (technically) that everyone eagerly mistakes for a middle school student.
* Personality: Everyone expects an oni to be brash, confident (at least until defeated), and rowdy. At the very least you expect them to be loud or somehow aggressive. This is all completely untrue of Akari, who is happiest communicating with everyone via technology rather than in person, and would much like to be back in her room undisturbed. Even when you get past the extreme shyness by enough association or shared interests, she's still meek, worried about her own strength, and disturbingly skittish. With an extra irrational fear of samurai, which is definitely a bit odd for a girl who's worn traditional clothing every day of her life except the one week she went to school.
* Abilities: Akari is a shockingly powerful oni, for someone that has had no reason to exercise her natural abilities to any extent. Despite her unimposing physique, there are very few people who are going to be winning if it's simply a contest of pitting strength against one another. She's about as difficult to seriously injure; blunt force is mostly useless without some serious strength behind it, and simply cutting her often requires magical assistance or massive force. Plus, like her mother, if it's not cut off entirely it will doubtless heal fine, and losing limbs would be more of a (physical) inconvenience than life-threatening.
Although she hasn't any practice at using it, Akari has inherited Ibaraki's affinity for Heat--not just heat in the direct sense, but heat as a driving force for changes. It's this affinity that led Ibaraki-douji so easily to shapeshifting, and allows for just reattaching missing body parts later. She's also inherited the ability--or some would call it a mystic scar--common to all of the famous oni's relatives: Lost Arm. So significant was the injury that, even now, her entire extended bloodline has the ability to summon a single phantom arm.
You know, if two arms isn't enough for hitting things.
* Skills: None of any particular use! She's actually rather clumsy, which is bad because of the strength that comes from being an oni. This also extends to a tendency to trip on things and fall down stairs, though that's more disorienting and worrying for people watching rather than actually dangerous to Akari.
* Equipment: "Mum said I should bring an iron club if something dangerous happens..." She also has a phone, "a little spending money" day to day--that is, enough money that anything of interest to a sixteen year old oni is fine--and a perfectly-accurate seeming ID that nevertheless claims Akari to be an adult, because oni and alcohol are inseparable.
* Brief Backstory: As her name attests, Akari is closely related to the Ibaraki-douji. Extremely closely; Ibaraki is her mother and Akari doesn't have the faintest clue who her father is. This, in and of itself, makes her the closest thing a rowdy bunch like oni can have to royalty--and also, with the benefit of being born into an extremely small family that has had a thousand years of practice avoiding danger and past banditry, used to the wealth that implies.
Akari spent most of her childhood in a very traditional home, essentially secluded from the non-supernatural world, and told all the supernatural stories one might expect. Of course, the viewpoint was skewed--the role of hero and villain constantly inverted, with the samurai and exorcists vilified for going after oni that were only acting according to their natural desires and compulsions. Given the obvious problems that a supernaturally strong child with some innate drive to prey on humanity could fall into, this also meant a distinct lack of school attendance.
They moved to a more modern house, one actually positioned conveniently for school, when it was time for Akari to start middle school. After attending for a few days, she just... stopped, the ease with which she had accidentally hurt someone in sports and the pressure of pretending to be human--on top of her own limited experience with so many people--just overwhelming the young oni. Although she's somewhat kept up with the schoolwork, a large amount of Akari's time has instead found itself devoted to popular entertainment--light novels, anime, and so on.
Ibaraki is hardly someone one would expect to be an experienced parent... or skilled at addressing this in a manner more appropriate than "fight it out", which would hardly help in this situation, so she's been trying to find someone that might help... or at least get Akari to socialise more.</s>
<|message|>Suzuki Tomoko
The strained nature of the kitsune's smile wasn't lost on Tomoko, but she completely ignored it in favor of focusing on the tea.
"Ah, thank you," she commented as she took a seat at the head of the table, clapping her hands together as she did, "Tea would be lovely."
She cast a bright smile around at the assembled students. Yes, she'd done quite an excellent job at putting together various supernatural attendees at Miyama, and it hadn't taken very much effort at all!
At the oni's question, she simply cocked her head slightly.
"Of course, I wouldn't have walked if I was going to get wet," she said, simply. As someone who had been in contact with youkai for six years, effectively able to call many of them at will, well... Using their assistance to overcome things like a rainy day was only logical in the blonde girl's opinion.
"I'm sure you're all curious about our first order of business today, so I won't delay any longer," she continued, retrieving the daily newspaper from her bag. She didn't often read them, but picking up a copy seemed like it was a wise idea for illustrating the task at hand.
"Tada~" Tomoko declared, presenting the paper, or more specifically one of the articles.
The article in question was one that detailed all the publicly-avaliable knowledge on the recent rash of children's disappearances. There wasn't much, but it was enough to establish the fact that there was little to no evidence, and no way of knowing if the disappeared children were alive or dead.
Though given the length of time since the first known disappearance, the outlook was growing considerably more grim.
"Seven children have disappeared this month alone," she continued, "Without any evidence, with no sign of a struggle. Nothing is left behind at all. Even if I didn't have a few friends letting me know they thought something was going on, I think this would be plenty of reason to suspect it's not simply a human kidnapper, isn't it?"
At the very least, it was clear that Tomoko was taking the matter seriously, even if she had presented the newspaper article in such a lighthearted manner.
"I have my suspicions as to what it may be, but I'm curious if anyone else does," continued the girl as she put the newspaper down, waving her real hand idly, "Speculation and conversation are the best path forward!"
Indeed, assembling a plan of action meant discussing that plan of action first.
Tomoko had no intention of allowing another child to disappear, so letting the perpetrator go another night wasn't an option.
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<|message|>Mugi Yukinoshima
Oh jeez! She was late for the meeting! Well, that much should be fine, right? They'd understand if she told them that someone was helping a teacher carry some boxes far too heavy for one person and she, in turn, helped them. Right? Well, she was cute too so that didn't hurt. She was briskly walking back to the room they held club in when she took note in the hallway that there was no one around. "..." She took another look around to make sure. "Well..." She took a step forward and used her power to create a small icey pathway that she started to slide across with a step.
The Yuki-Onna slid easily across the surface and came to a stop in front of the club room with a wide grin across her face. She opened the door and started to slid on in. There wasn't much clearance but she was fine with that. She could always stop herself if she needed. This room was filled with people she didn't need to hide from really. Tomoko had invited her to the club after Mugi mentioned her search for her "fated one" and the Yuki-Onna thought it would be a good place to search for someone. Of course, she wasn't really sure of that yet. Tomoko seemed to be talking about something serious.
Seven children kidnapped? That seemed like... What was that? Police? Yea, Police. Something for them to deal with. Right? Human society was still weird to her but she supposed they didn't have the resources to deal with the "paranormal" or something. Well, either way, it wasn't relevant to her was it? She just kept skating around the room until the girl finished what she was saying and even beyond that.
"I don't know anything about kidnappings. Sorry I was late though. I had to help this cute girl carry some heavy boxes to the storage room." The Yuki-onna just continued skating around the room with a smile on her face. She seemed to be getting out some energy. "Was it a "big bad wolf?" I heard a story once of a little girl trying to bring goodies to her grandmother only to fall victim to a "big bad wolf!"</s>
<|message|>Abe Yuuto (安倍 優斗)
Yuuto let out a light chuckle. Tomoko was just implacable.
In any case, he took in a big breath and set down his teacup, moving closer to Tomoko and the rest. The topic of the meeting was at hand, and it wasn't a pretty one. Their president might be acting casual about it, but he wasn't going to mistake that for callousness. He of all people knew how seriously she took her role. But still, seven missing children, perhaps...
"Perhaps it was a yamauba?" When it came to kidnapping and children, that was really the first thing that came to mind wasn't it? The demonic old women of legend where practically a parents' favorite thing to scare their children with. "Then again, it could be an oni - Shuten-doji and his gang where fond of kidnapping young girls, after all." He added as an afterthought. He didn't really consider it a possibility. It just seemed too subtle for an oni. If they were going to commit a crime, it wasn't going to be something so sneaky. They'd want to leave a mark.</s>
<|message|>Shimizu Kaori
The spider watched Mugi skate around the room, all the naive innocence of the world on her shoulders. Gods, she was adorable. Big bad wolf? That was some fairy tale or something from the west, wasn't it? Oh this adorable child. It was a good thing she was a good little spider that had some self restraint. Not to mention, the thought of someone kidnapping cute girls off the street infuriated her.
"Fuuu..." Kaori frowned, sliding her seat away from the table slightly. "Missing children, hm? Who would be so cruel?" The irony of that statement was not lost on her - but she never laid a fuzzy little leg on her girls. Well. Maybe some fuzzy legs. Maybe some other parts - ahem. Point was, there was a good chance some other Youkai was physically harming them. She was all for a little rough play, but it was all in good fun on her part. A Yamauba was a good suggestion in this case, but it was difficult to speculate without further information. It might be some odd one that wasn't quite run of the mill. "Perhaps an Aobozu? Though, I don't think they are known to take children in towns."
She hadn't really been keeping up with such cases on her own, and unfortunately for Tomoko, she was a bit distracted by the cute snow woman at the moment or she might of offered something more insightful. A small hand motion and a thread of silk had been latched onto the wall from between Kaori and where Mugi was skating.
The Yuki-Onna would suddenly find herself tripping, and falling onto Kaori, the girl's face meeting Kaori's chest.
"You should be careful. Skating indoors might get you hurt, especially in such a crowded room. I'd be quite distressed if you got hurt, so its a good thing you had something nice to land on, but next time you might not be so lucky, heheh."</s>
| <|message|>Ibaraki Akari
Akari cringed at the description of the problem. Children were going missing? What if she were to walk home today and be mistaken for someone younger, then get abducted? If there was no sign of a struggle then how could her strength possibly be of use? Maybe it was possible that being a youkai was enough for her own safety, but... it would still have been nice to not have to come to school and be all caught up in this threat of abduction that was plaguing Mihama.
Fortunately, the short girl was shaken from her worries by the yuki-onna gliding into the room. Ah, she was pretty. So was the spider. And the fox class-president. Really, it was like Tomoko had gone out of her way to find attractive girls to put into the club... and her. Or maybe it was just a trait of youkai.
Mmm... Yuuto's suggestion was wrong. Well, so was calling Shuten-Douji "him", and Akari knew all her mother's stories didn't really have anything bad to say about Shuten... but on the other hand, maybe that was just because they were both oni in a time before there was a need to play nicely with people, so it didn't occur to her to say "and kidnapping people is wrong". Something that you couldn't get away with and honestly less fun, but not intrinsically wrong... though either way, she was still against it.
"Ah, it definitely ain't an oni..." Akari said, speaking up again and reaching up to play with her nervously, "Ma would've flipped and stopped 'em by now..."</s> |
<|description|>Ibaraki Akari
* Age: 16
* Gender: Female
* Race: Oni
* Appearance: She's definitely on the short side... and the completely flat side. Akari is one of those highschool students (technically) that everyone eagerly mistakes for a middle school student.
* Personality: Everyone expects an oni to be brash, confident (at least until defeated), and rowdy. At the very least you expect them to be loud or somehow aggressive. This is all completely untrue of Akari, who is happiest communicating with everyone via technology rather than in person, and would much like to be back in her room undisturbed. Even when you get past the extreme shyness by enough association or shared interests, she's still meek, worried about her own strength, and disturbingly skittish. With an extra irrational fear of samurai, which is definitely a bit odd for a girl who's worn traditional clothing every day of her life except the one week she went to school.
* Abilities: Akari is a shockingly powerful oni, for someone that has had no reason to exercise her natural abilities to any extent. Despite her unimposing physique, there are very few people who are going to be winning if it's simply a contest of pitting strength against one another. She's about as difficult to seriously injure; blunt force is mostly useless without some serious strength behind it, and simply cutting her often requires magical assistance or massive force. Plus, like her mother, if it's not cut off entirely it will doubtless heal fine, and losing limbs would be more of a (physical) inconvenience than life-threatening.
Although she hasn't any practice at using it, Akari has inherited Ibaraki's affinity for Heat--not just heat in the direct sense, but heat as a driving force for changes. It's this affinity that led Ibaraki-douji so easily to shapeshifting, and allows for just reattaching missing body parts later. She's also inherited the ability--or some would call it a mystic scar--common to all of the famous oni's relatives: Lost Arm. So significant was the injury that, even now, her entire extended bloodline has the ability to summon a single phantom arm.
You know, if two arms isn't enough for hitting things.
* Skills: None of any particular use! She's actually rather clumsy, which is bad because of the strength that comes from being an oni. This also extends to a tendency to trip on things and fall down stairs, though that's more disorienting and worrying for people watching rather than actually dangerous to Akari.
* Equipment: "Mum said I should bring an iron club if something dangerous happens..." She also has a phone, "a little spending money" day to day--that is, enough money that anything of interest to a sixteen year old oni is fine--and a perfectly-accurate seeming ID that nevertheless claims Akari to be an adult, because oni and alcohol are inseparable.
* Brief Backstory: As her name attests, Akari is closely related to the Ibaraki-douji. Extremely closely; Ibaraki is her mother and Akari doesn't have the faintest clue who her father is. This, in and of itself, makes her the closest thing a rowdy bunch like oni can have to royalty--and also, with the benefit of being born into an extremely small family that has had a thousand years of practice avoiding danger and past banditry, used to the wealth that implies.
Akari spent most of her childhood in a very traditional home, essentially secluded from the non-supernatural world, and told all the supernatural stories one might expect. Of course, the viewpoint was skewed--the role of hero and villain constantly inverted, with the samurai and exorcists vilified for going after oni that were only acting according to their natural desires and compulsions. Given the obvious problems that a supernaturally strong child with some innate drive to prey on humanity could fall into, this also meant a distinct lack of school attendance.
They moved to a more modern house, one actually positioned conveniently for school, when it was time for Akari to start middle school. After attending for a few days, she just... stopped, the ease with which she had accidentally hurt someone in sports and the pressure of pretending to be human--on top of her own limited experience with so many people--just overwhelming the young oni. Although she's somewhat kept up with the schoolwork, a large amount of Akari's time has instead found itself devoted to popular entertainment--light novels, anime, and so on.
Ibaraki is hardly someone one would expect to be an experienced parent... or skilled at addressing this in a manner more appropriate than "fight it out", which would hardly help in this situation, so she's been trying to find someone that might help... or at least get Akari to socialise more.</s>
<|message|>Ibaraki Akari
Unlike Tomoko, Akari had an umbrella of her own. However, the design of the umbrella that had become a karakasa was one to ward off evil spirits... and completely missing the irony in her actions, the oni had squeezed in next to Tomoko and the umbrella youkai, not wanting to be potentially possessed or assaulted by some evil ghost.
It also meant that she was cowering behind both Tomoko and the no doubt put-out karakasa, reacting... appropriately to the initial terrifying appearance. Though with the girl's sudden shift in demeanour... were you supposed to offer ghosts something? Or was that gods? These weren't things that an oni needed to know! And giving up some of her sake would be really annoying...</s>
<|message|>Suzuki Tomoko
"Satou-san is right, no karuta," Tomoko added, smiling as she did.
"Mumumumuuuu..." the ghost seemed to fume for a few moments, hands clenched into fists at her sides, "And I was sure I was going to win this time!"
Tomoko simply kept smiling.
She'd never lost a single game.
"Your frightening form was good enough to scare both an oni and a yuki-onna, by the way," commented the blonde girl, "So at least you can count that as a win."
The karakasa did not look impressed by the fact that Akari was using her as a shield, glancing back over her shoulder with a disapproving look.
"Heeeeh?! Really?! An oni and a yuki-onna!? Wow!" the ghost exclaimed, clearly excited at the fact that she'd managed to frighten a pair of youkai. Tomoko declined to mention the fact that on both accounts they were irrationally scared of ghosts to begin with. There was no need to spoil the ghost's mood, at least not at the moment. After all, they wanted to ask her some questions, and making her upset wouldn't have helped in that goal at all. "Fufufu, I'm really impressive, aren't I?"
At the compliment from Kaori, the ghost's aura of smugness seemed to grow in power. But with it came some concern.
"Disappearances...?" asked the kimono-clad phantom, a frown coming across her lips. "Does she mean disappearances, ojou-sama? Like, the kind you might deal with?!"
"That's right," Tomoko said, unable to help but be mildly amused at the fact the ghost felt the need to clarify this to herself, "Seven children have vanished in the surrounding area this month alone, and one of them was last Friday in this very park. Since you haunt this playground, we were wondering if you might know anything. Did you see anything strange last Friday afternoon?"
The ghost looked thoughtful for a few moments. Perhaps some people would think it odd to ask a ghost if she saw anything strange, but what Tomoko was looking for was anything that the ghost felt did not match up to ordinary events. After all, if she haunted this location and saw the usual routine day in and day out, something that did not match that would naturally stand out. Even if she hadn't directly seen the disappearance...
"Well, a few kids noticed me, so I was playing hide and seek with them!" declared the ghost, clearly considering this to be a happy memory, "But when I got done with that... I remember there was a woman I'd never seen around before."
"A woman that you'd never seen before?" Tomoko asked. At first glance, there was nothing particularly unusual about that. Surely new people showed up to the playground all the time, bringing their children with them. But the fact that it had specifically stood out to the ghost...
"That's right! She didn't have any children with her or anything," continued the girl phantom, "And I remember thinking that was strange because adults don't normally show up to the playground on their own, at least not the good kind of adults. So I decided I was going to keep an eye on her, and spook her if she tried anything with the kids! But then I noticed that no-one else seemed to see her... so I think she must have been a ghost like me."
A phantom woman who appeared the same day as Makishima Taro disappeared, at the same time? Tomoko had long since concluded coincidences were a rarity, and this didn't sound like one.
"Then what happened?" she asked.
"Well, I was going to keep an eye on her... but then the kids wanted to play hide and seek again, and I couldn't say no! But after that, I think I remember hearing some of the parents calling for their child... Taro-kun, I think it was? I thought he'd just gotten lost and they'd find him soon enough... but do you think..."
@TheHangedMan@RolePlayerRoxas@Crab Bane@Raineh Daze@Pyromania99</s>
<|message|>Shimizu Kaori
She was starting to get an idea of what was going on here. A woman kidnapping children? That ruled out quite a few of the youkai previously discussed. In fact, that only left a handful that could be responsible. Perhaps she was being a bit quick to judge here, but she liked to think she knew her way around happenings such as this. She had been around awhile, after all, even if she might have normally been the culprit of such things.
"Hm, in cases like this coincidences are unlikely." She replied to the spirit, releasing her grip on Mugi now that she probably understood she wasn't in any danger of being eaten by the ghost. "Tomo-chan, this doesn't sound like something like me." Taking everything into account, it couldn't be. Someone, though, had made a suggestion that could be something of a similar nature. "Something a little more recent. Something from what you might call an Urban Legend."
Kaori sighed, frowning lightly.
"I do hope she hasn't harmed them. I might be angry if she did." Despite the languid tone with which that was said, there was a certain edge to the words. "But to confirm...was there anything odd about this woman? Maybe her height, or the way she was dressed?"</s>
<|message|>Abe Yuuto (安倍 優斗)
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Abe YuutoBurgeoning Onmyoji
Asahi - @RolePlayerRoxas
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"You can add whatever Asahi is to that list president," thought Yuuto, resisting the urge to chuckle as the young woman hid behind him, much like Tomoko and Akari. It was also fairly embarrassing since she was really close but pointing that out would embarrass her in turn. Anyway, they had more important matters to discuss.
Th information provided by the spirit was worrying. At the very least it provided confirmation that the incident they were investigating was supernatural in nature. The information she had given that was invaluable - a woman spirit was here at the scene of the kidnappings. That was a huge lead, and something they'd have to follow up on quickly.
Yuuto's fist clenched and he took a shaky breath as the girl painted the scenario of that day. He could just imagine it. A child simply enjoying themselves, playing games, while blissfully unaware of the danger they were in. The child disappears and the parents look around, at first exasperate that their child had gotten lost, until that exasperation quickly turns to fear as their child fails to show any sign of himself, and no trace of them would be found for days and days.
This scenario had played out seven times now, he thought, and for a brief instant he saw red. His viewpoint overlapped with another's from a time long ago, carrying with it the emotions of that time.
The teen smiled at the ghost, trying to put on what he hoped was a reassuring smile. It felt so, so brittle to him. "Don't worry. We'll get to the bottom of this. P-president is reliable after all, and I'm rather handy myself."
First things first. They had to find that woman. It was likely that she was the culprit, but also a big chance that she wasn't, and was simply in the wrong place at the wrong time. If she wasn't the culprit, then at least they would have another potential witness. If she was...
The sooner they resolve this incident, the better.</s>
<|message|>Mugi Yukinoshima
Mugi was practically hiding behind Kaori still, somewhat feeling safer due to her words of protection. She skitted her eyes over everyone present. The... G-ghost.... Tomoko.... Kaori, Abe, Mikoto, Asahi... ahh, then there was the other youkai doing the same thing she was. Her vision laid on the Oni for a couple of seconds before darting to the ghost-girl and carefully studying her. She didn't seem to be as scary as when she first appeared... She didn't seem to be one of those "poltergeists" that the Elder told her a scary story about one time. They made houses implode into other dimensions! How terrifying! Could even a youkai combat that!? How scary was America if that was something that happened!?
Mugi calmed her thoughts a bit. No, this ghost didn't seem to make portals to other realms or dimensions so it was most probably safe to talk to her. Still, her grip on Kaori tightened slightly. The spider would feel a stronger cold on her arm as the Yuki-Onna pulled closer, listening to the Kaori's question.
Mugi's head was wracking. This story seemed familiar to her somehow. It was... Hmmm... Something.... Something.... She swallowed hard and pulled forward a head of Kaori a slight bit to ask her own question. "O-o-oh! A-and! Question! Question!" Mugi stated as if asking for permission like she learned she needed to have in school. Still, she didn't wait long as she gave just long enough to take a breath. "Did the woman say anything!?" She exclaimed, nervous talking to a ghost like this.</s>
| <|message|>Ibaraki Akari
Disappearing children... whilst the apparent need to hide behind the karakasa had abated, Akari had yet to move from the spot, and was trying to remember what advice was given to children just in case there was something spelled out in such common advice they all ought to know and help with. Unfortunately, now that it came down to it... the only such advice that she remembered being given was "If anybody does something weird, break both of their legs and come home". That... probably wasn't the case here and no doubt wouldn't have worked on some kind of disappearing ghostly figure anyway...</s> |
<|description|>Ibaraki Akari
* Age: 16
* Gender: Female
* Race: Oni
* Appearance: She's definitely on the short side... and the completely flat side. Akari is one of those highschool students (technically) that everyone eagerly mistakes for a middle school student.
* Personality: Everyone expects an oni to be brash, confident (at least until defeated), and rowdy. At the very least you expect them to be loud or somehow aggressive. This is all completely untrue of Akari, who is happiest communicating with everyone via technology rather than in person, and would much like to be back in her room undisturbed. Even when you get past the extreme shyness by enough association or shared interests, she's still meek, worried about her own strength, and disturbingly skittish. With an extra irrational fear of samurai, which is definitely a bit odd for a girl who's worn traditional clothing every day of her life except the one week she went to school.
* Abilities: Akari is a shockingly powerful oni, for someone that has had no reason to exercise her natural abilities to any extent. Despite her unimposing physique, there are very few people who are going to be winning if it's simply a contest of pitting strength against one another. She's about as difficult to seriously injure; blunt force is mostly useless without some serious strength behind it, and simply cutting her often requires magical assistance or massive force. Plus, like her mother, if it's not cut off entirely it will doubtless heal fine, and losing limbs would be more of a (physical) inconvenience than life-threatening.
Although she hasn't any practice at using it, Akari has inherited Ibaraki's affinity for Heat--not just heat in the direct sense, but heat as a driving force for changes. It's this affinity that led Ibaraki-douji so easily to shapeshifting, and allows for just reattaching missing body parts later. She's also inherited the ability--or some would call it a mystic scar--common to all of the famous oni's relatives: Lost Arm. So significant was the injury that, even now, her entire extended bloodline has the ability to summon a single phantom arm.
You know, if two arms isn't enough for hitting things.
* Skills: None of any particular use! She's actually rather clumsy, which is bad because of the strength that comes from being an oni. This also extends to a tendency to trip on things and fall down stairs, though that's more disorienting and worrying for people watching rather than actually dangerous to Akari.
* Equipment: "Mum said I should bring an iron club if something dangerous happens..." She also has a phone, "a little spending money" day to day--that is, enough money that anything of interest to a sixteen year old oni is fine--and a perfectly-accurate seeming ID that nevertheless claims Akari to be an adult, because oni and alcohol are inseparable.
* Brief Backstory: As her name attests, Akari is closely related to the Ibaraki-douji. Extremely closely; Ibaraki is her mother and Akari doesn't have the faintest clue who her father is. This, in and of itself, makes her the closest thing a rowdy bunch like oni can have to royalty--and also, with the benefit of being born into an extremely small family that has had a thousand years of practice avoiding danger and past banditry, used to the wealth that implies.
Akari spent most of her childhood in a very traditional home, essentially secluded from the non-supernatural world, and told all the supernatural stories one might expect. Of course, the viewpoint was skewed--the role of hero and villain constantly inverted, with the samurai and exorcists vilified for going after oni that were only acting according to their natural desires and compulsions. Given the obvious problems that a supernaturally strong child with some innate drive to prey on humanity could fall into, this also meant a distinct lack of school attendance.
They moved to a more modern house, one actually positioned conveniently for school, when it was time for Akari to start middle school. After attending for a few days, she just... stopped, the ease with which she had accidentally hurt someone in sports and the pressure of pretending to be human--on top of her own limited experience with so many people--just overwhelming the young oni. Although she's somewhat kept up with the schoolwork, a large amount of Akari's time has instead found itself devoted to popular entertainment--light novels, anime, and so on.
Ibaraki is hardly someone one would expect to be an experienced parent... or skilled at addressing this in a manner more appropriate than "fight it out", which would hardly help in this situation, so she's been trying to find someone that might help... or at least get Akari to socialise more.</s>
<|message|>Abe Yuuto (安倍 優斗)
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Abe YuutoBurgeoning Onmyoji
Asahi - @RolePlayerRoxas
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"You can add whatever Asahi is to that list president," thought Yuuto, resisting the urge to chuckle as the young woman hid behind him, much like Tomoko and Akari. It was also fairly embarrassing since she was really close but pointing that out would embarrass her in turn. Anyway, they had more important matters to discuss.
Th information provided by the spirit was worrying. At the very least it provided confirmation that the incident they were investigating was supernatural in nature. The information she had given that was invaluable - a woman spirit was here at the scene of the kidnappings. That was a huge lead, and something they'd have to follow up on quickly.
Yuuto's fist clenched and he took a shaky breath as the girl painted the scenario of that day. He could just imagine it. A child simply enjoying themselves, playing games, while blissfully unaware of the danger they were in. The child disappears and the parents look around, at first exasperate that their child had gotten lost, until that exasperation quickly turns to fear as their child fails to show any sign of himself, and no trace of them would be found for days and days.
This scenario had played out seven times now, he thought, and for a brief instant he saw red. His viewpoint overlapped with another's from a time long ago, carrying with it the emotions of that time.
The teen smiled at the ghost, trying to put on what he hoped was a reassuring smile. It felt so, so brittle to him. "Don't worry. We'll get to the bottom of this. P-president is reliable after all, and I'm rather handy myself."
First things first. They had to find that woman. It was likely that she was the culprit, but also a big chance that she wasn't, and was simply in the wrong place at the wrong time. If she wasn't the culprit, then at least they would have another potential witness. If she was...
The sooner they resolve this incident, the better.</s>
<|message|>Mugi Yukinoshima
Mugi was practically hiding behind Kaori still, somewhat feeling safer due to her words of protection. She skitted her eyes over everyone present. The... G-ghost.... Tomoko.... Kaori, Abe, Mikoto, Asahi... ahh, then there was the other youkai doing the same thing she was. Her vision laid on the Oni for a couple of seconds before darting to the ghost-girl and carefully studying her. She didn't seem to be as scary as when she first appeared... She didn't seem to be one of those "poltergeists" that the Elder told her a scary story about one time. They made houses implode into other dimensions! How terrifying! Could even a youkai combat that!? How scary was America if that was something that happened!?
Mugi calmed her thoughts a bit. No, this ghost didn't seem to make portals to other realms or dimensions so it was most probably safe to talk to her. Still, her grip on Kaori tightened slightly. The spider would feel a stronger cold on her arm as the Yuki-Onna pulled closer, listening to the Kaori's question.
Mugi's head was wracking. This story seemed familiar to her somehow. It was... Hmmm... Something.... Something.... She swallowed hard and pulled forward a head of Kaori a slight bit to ask her own question. "O-o-oh! A-and! Question! Question!" Mugi stated as if asking for permission like she learned she needed to have in school. Still, she didn't wait long as she gave just long enough to take a breath. "Did the woman say anything!?" She exclaimed, nervous talking to a ghost like this.</s>
<|message|>Ibaraki Akari
Disappearing children... whilst the apparent need to hide behind the karakasa had abated, Akari had yet to move from the spot, and was trying to remember what advice was given to children just in case there was something spelled out in such common advice they all ought to know and help with. Unfortunately, now that it came down to it... the only such advice that she remembered being given was "If anybody does something weird, break both of their legs and come home". That... probably wasn't the case here and no doubt wouldn't have worked on some kind of disappearing ghostly figure anyway...</s>
<|message|>Shimamaru Asahi
Asahi couldn't help but glare a little suspiciously at the cute ghost, still. Although she'd stepped away from her hiding spot behind Yuuto, the young kitsune couldn't bring herself to trust something that could switch between terrifying and adorable so easily! Still, even the vindictive vixen had trouble maintaining any kind of animosity by the time the ghost had given her testimony. Another spirit being the probable culprit of these disappearances? It certainly made sense, though Asahi wondered how much help she could be against that. Several other club members were surely more suited to dealing with the incorporeal, even putting Tomoko aside.
With nothing to add to the questions already given, Asahi could only wait ofr some sort of answer, and they could get onto... somehow apprehending the ghost or whatever it was doing this.</s>
<|message|>Suzuki Tomoko
Tomoko considered the information that the ghost had provided thus far. A female apparition that no-one else seemed to see... and yet she didn't anticipate that the perpetrator was a ghost. A wandering ghost was unlikely to possess the power to cause children to simply vanish, something like that would demand far more power then the average disembodied soul without a concrete location to anchor itself would be capable of mustering. Even a ghost like the one they were speaking to now, fully capable of interacting with children, would not have the capability to simply cause those children to vanish.
Kaori, however, had hit upon a line of questioning that Tomoko had wanted to pursue almost from the outset.
"Her height? How she dressed?" the ghost asked, cocking her head.
"Specifically, I think Kaori-san wants to know... if she was perhaps exceptionally tall, and wearing a white sundress and matching hat," Tomoko said, waiving her hand as she did.
She was certain now, but she wanted confirmation.
"Oh... how did you know?! That's exactly what she was wearing! ... Is that bad or good?" the ghost immediately seemed uncertain. "She was also making a weird sound... I think... po...?"
"You've confirmed my suspicions, good work!" declared Tomoko brightly, flashing a thumbs up towards the ghost, who seemed surprised for the moment that what she's said was enough to confirm anything.
"I was already suspecting we might be dealing with something like this," she said, as she turned to her club members, "But now I know for sure. We're not dealing with an ancient mountain hag, a displaced kappa, or anything like that. We're dealing with something quite a bit more urban!"
The blonde girl tapped the tip of her walking stick against the ground.
"Our perpetrator is Hasshaku-sama!"
She paused for a moment, for dramatic effect.
"Oh! I've heard children talk about that, what is it?" asked the ghost. It was only natural she didn't know, having died before the internet existed.
"She's a ghost, or a yokai depending on who you ask," Tomoko explained, "Who focuses largely on children. She takes them away, in most tellings, which is something I'm counting on. But the important thing to know is this: Hasshaku-sama is entirely fictional."
The ghost stared blankly.
"Eeeh? Then how is she the culprit...?"
Tomoko brushed the question off.
"What we need to do now is figure out how we're going to lure her out!"
@Raineh Daze@Pyromania99@TheHangedMan@Rune_Alchemist</s>
<|message|>Shimizu Kaori
Perhaps she should explain? But seeing Tomoko so excited was adorable.
hmm.
No, better not. She'll let her explain later.
"Fufu, well, if its something we're hunting, then wouldn't a trap be the best thing?" Kaori suggested. They could spend days or weeks actively hunting this. The only clue they had would be possibly those who went missing friends, but they couldn't watch every single one of them. She might have had her spiders, but they could only do things so fast. "I doubt a weak youkai like her could break my threads."
She reached over, pulling Mugi close again and wrapping an arm around her shoulder, the Yuki-Onna's face conveniently resting against her chest. It'd be rude to say no to a still cowering maiden. She could endure a bit of cold for this, yes.
"Hm...we'd just need something like...bait? Tomo-chan? Or maybe Akari-chan?" While they responded, Mugi would suddenly feel a slight poke on her butt. Conveniently, at the same time, a few spider legs appeared behind Kaori.
Purely coincidence.</s>
<|message|>Mugi Yukinoshima
Hasshaku-sama sounded familiar! Or, the story did. Mugi was pretty much happy with herself! But... Lure her out? Other than a kid she might like or something? She had no idea. In fact, this isn't what she imagined she'd be doing with this club in the first place... Though... What was she expecting really? She didn't know. Another thing she didn't exactly expect was the spider pulling her close and then something poking her butt.
She was still in a partial fight or flight mental state and jumped away when she felt that something poke her butt. "Yaaah!!" Mugi screamed as she jumped forward and landed next to the fox girl and wrapped her arms around Asahi's. "W-w-w-what was that!?" The Yuki-Onna questioned, looking back at her friend who didn't seem to move. "S-s-spider-legs?" She questioned, looking the girl up and down. Was that the type of Youkai Kaori was? Wait, was it a spider leg that poked her? She tightened her grip on the fox's and realized she did it not long after. "Ah! S-sorry... Ummm.... M-my apologies!" She stuttered out finally, not seeming to let go of the fox's arm.</s>
| <|message|>Ibaraki Akari
"B-Bait?" Akari asked, looking... well, vaguely horrified at the insinuation of pretending to be a child and being offered up as a sacrifice to a youkai that apparently didn't exist. However that worked, it wasn't the sort of thing that her mother had ever explained a ton. Surely there was someone better...? Tomo might have been too obvious, but Akari was still an oni and that might be realised and who would want to abduct an oni?
Too many people, probably, she still didn't seem that strong, but...
"C-Couldn't Shimamaru do it? She's a fox!"</s> |
<|description|>Ibaraki Akari
* Age: 16
* Gender: Female
* Race: Oni
* Appearance: She's definitely on the short side... and the completely flat side. Akari is one of those highschool students (technically) that everyone eagerly mistakes for a middle school student.
* Personality: Everyone expects an oni to be brash, confident (at least until defeated), and rowdy. At the very least you expect them to be loud or somehow aggressive. This is all completely untrue of Akari, who is happiest communicating with everyone via technology rather than in person, and would much like to be back in her room undisturbed. Even when you get past the extreme shyness by enough association or shared interests, she's still meek, worried about her own strength, and disturbingly skittish. With an extra irrational fear of samurai, which is definitely a bit odd for a girl who's worn traditional clothing every day of her life except the one week she went to school.
* Abilities: Akari is a shockingly powerful oni, for someone that has had no reason to exercise her natural abilities to any extent. Despite her unimposing physique, there are very few people who are going to be winning if it's simply a contest of pitting strength against one another. She's about as difficult to seriously injure; blunt force is mostly useless without some serious strength behind it, and simply cutting her often requires magical assistance or massive force. Plus, like her mother, if it's not cut off entirely it will doubtless heal fine, and losing limbs would be more of a (physical) inconvenience than life-threatening.
Although she hasn't any practice at using it, Akari has inherited Ibaraki's affinity for Heat--not just heat in the direct sense, but heat as a driving force for changes. It's this affinity that led Ibaraki-douji so easily to shapeshifting, and allows for just reattaching missing body parts later. She's also inherited the ability--or some would call it a mystic scar--common to all of the famous oni's relatives: Lost Arm. So significant was the injury that, even now, her entire extended bloodline has the ability to summon a single phantom arm.
You know, if two arms isn't enough for hitting things.
* Skills: None of any particular use! She's actually rather clumsy, which is bad because of the strength that comes from being an oni. This also extends to a tendency to trip on things and fall down stairs, though that's more disorienting and worrying for people watching rather than actually dangerous to Akari.
* Equipment: "Mum said I should bring an iron club if something dangerous happens..." She also has a phone, "a little spending money" day to day--that is, enough money that anything of interest to a sixteen year old oni is fine--and a perfectly-accurate seeming ID that nevertheless claims Akari to be an adult, because oni and alcohol are inseparable.
* Brief Backstory: As her name attests, Akari is closely related to the Ibaraki-douji. Extremely closely; Ibaraki is her mother and Akari doesn't have the faintest clue who her father is. This, in and of itself, makes her the closest thing a rowdy bunch like oni can have to royalty--and also, with the benefit of being born into an extremely small family that has had a thousand years of practice avoiding danger and past banditry, used to the wealth that implies.
Akari spent most of her childhood in a very traditional home, essentially secluded from the non-supernatural world, and told all the supernatural stories one might expect. Of course, the viewpoint was skewed--the role of hero and villain constantly inverted, with the samurai and exorcists vilified for going after oni that were only acting according to their natural desires and compulsions. Given the obvious problems that a supernaturally strong child with some innate drive to prey on humanity could fall into, this also meant a distinct lack of school attendance.
They moved to a more modern house, one actually positioned conveniently for school, when it was time for Akari to start middle school. After attending for a few days, she just... stopped, the ease with which she had accidentally hurt someone in sports and the pressure of pretending to be human--on top of her own limited experience with so many people--just overwhelming the young oni. Although she's somewhat kept up with the schoolwork, a large amount of Akari's time has instead found itself devoted to popular entertainment--light novels, anime, and so on.
Ibaraki is hardly someone one would expect to be an experienced parent... or skilled at addressing this in a manner more appropriate than "fight it out", which would hardly help in this situation, so she's been trying to find someone that might help... or at least get Akari to socialise more.</s>
<|message|>Kiyohara Homura
As far as Homura could tell, the dynamics were already well-established for the club, by now. The first couple meetings had been surprisingly normal, at least content-wise. She had to wonder just what sort of dirt the president had on some of the other members, though. Regardless, the scene currently playing out before her was no longer surprising.
Kaori had brought sweets. Shuicirio was already helping himself to said sweets. One would hardly know they weren't just ordinary students. Homura refrained from taking any baked goods just yet, mostly out of propriety and waiting for the meeting to begin before helping herself to refreshments, and not out of mistrust at all. "Afternoon," she returned Tomoko's greeting.
"Should I put on some tea," she offered as she made her way over to an electric kettle on a desk by the wall. "It's a good day for it, and would probably go nice with the snacks."</s>
<|message|>Ibaraki Akari
Ibaraki Akari
Like the others, Akari was nominally a student at the school. From slipping into the premises clubroom just as school had ended, and the distinct lack of a uniform worn, it would have been impossible to guess. But despite this, she made a valiant effort to blend into the room's background, moving a chair off to one corner and pulling out a book to read while everyone showed up. Hopefully, she could spend the entire meeting like this, and just go home afterwards.
It didn't help that everyone here was so... outgoing. Almost everyone. Akari felt that Homura had the most compatible personality out of the entire club, but she was way too scary! What if she wanted to do some youkai hunting or her family thought this would be a great opportunity to finish what Watanabe-no-Tsuna started or...
Oh no, she was looking this way. Tea? Oh, no, Akari shook her heaed vigorously at that. She wasn't a big fan of tea anyway, and she already brought her own drinks along. And this way she wasn't at risk of being poisoned somehow. Hopefully, she wouldn't mind. Hopefully.</s>
<|message|>Suzuki Tomoko
After having experienced Kaori's attitude and affections for a considerable length of time now, Tomoko had learned to be prepared for this kind of treatment.
The karakasa wasn't the only friend she brought along today.
Letting her surprised decoy 'enjoy' Kaori's affections, Tomoko stepped to the side and around the clingy jorogumo, ignoring any muffled pleas for help.
"Tea would be lovely, thank you," she said, in response to Homura.
She cast a bright smile around at the assembled students. Yes, she'd done quite an excellent job at putting together various supernatural attendees at Miyama, and it hadn't taken very much effort at all!
"I'm sure you're all curious about our first order of business today, so I won't delay any longer," she continued, retrieving the daily newspaper from her bag. She didn't often read them, but picking up a copy seemed like it was a wise idea for illustrating the task at hand.
"Tada~" Tomoko declared, presenting the paper, or more specifically one of the articles.
The article in question was one that detailed all the publicly-avaliable knowledge on the recent rash of children's disappearances. There wasn't much, but it was enough to establish the fact that there was little to no evidence, and no way of knowing if the disappeared children were alive or dead.
Though given the length of time since the first known disappearance, the outlook was growing considerably more grim.
"Seven children have disappeared this month alone," she continued, "Without any evidence, with no sign of a struggle. Nothing is left behind at all. Even if I didn't have a few friends letting me know they thought something was going on, I think this would be plenty of reason to suspect it's not simply a human kidnapper, isn't it?"
At the very least, it was clear that Tomoko was taking the matter seriously, even if she had presented the newspaper article in such a lighthearted manner.
"I have my suspicions as to what it may be, but I'm curious if anyone else does," continued the girl as she put the newspaper down, waving her real hand idly, "Speculation and conversation are the best path forward!"
Indeed, assembling a plan of action meant discussing that plan of action first.
Tomoko had no intention of allowing another child to disappear, so letting the perpetrator go another night wasn't an option.
Meanwhile, the shapeshifted mujina in Kaori's grip squirmed frantically. She'd altered her usual human form to be identical to the intermediary, but she hadn't been told why this was happening.
Only now did she understand.
Daze@Vega7285@Pyromania99@AzureKnight@Rune_Alchemist</s>
<|message|>Kiyohara Homura
Homura nodded at Akari's decline of the tea. The other girl tended to get skittish around her for some reason, but she still communicated well enough, and there really wasn't reason to be bothered. Once the kettle finished boiling, she prepared a pot of tea, and brought it and some cups over to the meeting table. Homura of course poured a cup for herself, and another for Tomoko.
"So, kamikakushi in the literal sense," she began, after Tomoko had explained the situation. "Sounds like something we should look into, all right. Sadly, it could be a lot of things." Homura spares Kaori a glance. "So nothing immediately comes to my mind just from disappearances. A namahage, maybe? Or...isn't there a couple urban legend sort of things that grab kids?"</s>
<|message|>Shimizu Kaori
Shimizu Kaori
Occult Investigation Club Room
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"...eh? Eh?" Kaori blinked, looking from the Tomoko in her arms to the Tomoko walking away from her. "Two...two Tomokos?" She'd look back to the one in her arms, then back to the real Tomoko all the while not letting the one in her grip go or giving her any sort of leeway to wiggle out of the embrace. Had she died? Was this heaven? Was she given a gift by the gods for being a good little spider? Ahhh, she could hardly contain herself!
"Eheheheh~!" With a loud giggle, Kaori would pickup the Mujina, completely uncaring of the other youkai's struggle. "Tomo-chan, you shouldn't have! Ehehe, I'll be sure to take her home with me and make sure nothing bad happens to her~" The Mujina, would find it hard to respond since her face was still shoved in Kaori's chest as the spider would take a seat at the club table, sitting the girl down in her lap and not releasing her as Tomoko got to explaining what they were doing here.
Oh dear, oh dear...someone snatching up little girls that wasn't her? Oh that wouldn't do at all! Some other, nastier, meaner youkai surely was doing such unwholesome and terrible things to them! It made her loving little spider heart angry...of course, she was completely aware of the look she got from Homura.
"Ufufu, what's the matter, Homu-chan? Giving me such a passionate seeming glance~ Now's not the time you know?" Teasing aside...hm. There were many youkai known for kidnapping children, or people in general...and she was guilty of that, but she had mostly behaved herself since she met Tomoko. "Do we...have any more information, Tomo-chan? We can narrow it down to those that specifically like to target children, but without other information it feels hard to speculate..."</s>
<|message|>Hina
Hina tumbled out of her secret treasure room with a melon soda and a box of animal crackers in hand. She sipped the soda like some sweet elixir, and it replenished her not at all. All the money she spent on snacks could have been donated to a worthy cause, and might have gone on to help groupings of Humans in need. But the only cause she cared about... was the state of this soda coursing through her Youkai body. And also finding the secret penguin animal cracker. It had been a long night of owning scrubs online at UMvC3, but someone had to do it. Humans had to learn that all their practice, dedication, and devotion comes to naught in the face of the infinity that is a Youkai as immortal and long-lived as her. And also, Soul Fist spam is bullshit.
Hina looked vaguely around the clubhouse, and noticed that pretty much everyone was here today. It was probably a super fun new case. She put her box of animal crackers down and crawled to the table where Tomoko had presented the newspaper article. She nodded as she read the paper, and soon would give her valuable and probably correct opinion.
"Alright, I see everyone is just huddled up in my house without asking," she muttered, looking around at the other club members (it was a club room and not her house). Especially the Humans, "that's cool. Uh... paper says there's a sale at Don Quijote. That is indeed very suspicious because all their prices are rock bottom already. There's also, ah... kidnappings. Oh."
Hina scratched her head, slightly embarrassed that she'd caught onto the wrong thing, but if it turned out that sale is also a Youkai's doing, she knew that she would look super smart.
"Uuuhhh Nurikabe," she said, going directly to her default answer, "one of these days it's gonna be one of those funny wall guys, and everyone will praise my genius~ do we know what time of day these kids disappeared? All at night? Some during the day? Were they being naughty? Maybe it's a Human after all. I think you underestimate them, sometimes."
Hina climbed up on the table on her hands and knees like a cat, and swiped up as many Spider Cookies as her tiny hands could hold, getting crumbs all over herself and the table.</s>
| <|message|>Ibaraki Akari
Children were disappearing? Oh no, that was bad, she just wanted to go home normally and not have to worry about strange youkai that couldn't tell the difference between a (very) small teenaged oni and a child. She couldn't just stay here until the problem cleared up on its own, all her stuff was at home and the Zasshiki-Warashi would start demanding she pay rent or something if Akari spent the night and she didn't have enough to drink to just give it away like that...
The girl opened one of the drinks in the plastic bag she had brought along, thinking who it could be. If they could solve it without going anywhere, then that meant Tomoko could fix the problem and she could just go home normally, right? Youkai that were interested in kidnapping children and keeping them, rather than potentially turning them into dinner or some such...
The bottle of definitely-not-fancy-water was placed on the side table Akari had ensconced herself at as she looked at everyone present here.
"I-It isn't Kaori, right?" Just look at how tightly she was holding the not-Tomoko!</s> |
<|description|>Ibaraki Akari
* Age: 16
* Gender: Female
* Race: Oni
* Appearance: She's definitely on the short side... and the completely flat side. Akari is one of those highschool students (technically) that everyone eagerly mistakes for a middle school student.
* Personality: Everyone expects an oni to be brash, confident (at least until defeated), and rowdy. At the very least you expect them to be loud or somehow aggressive. This is all completely untrue of Akari, who is happiest communicating with everyone via technology rather than in person, and would much like to be back in her room undisturbed. Even when you get past the extreme shyness by enough association or shared interests, she's still meek, worried about her own strength, and disturbingly skittish. With an extra irrational fear of samurai, which is definitely a bit odd for a girl who's worn traditional clothing every day of her life except the one week she went to school.
* Abilities: Akari is a shockingly powerful oni, for someone that has had no reason to exercise her natural abilities to any extent. Despite her unimposing physique, there are very few people who are going to be winning if it's simply a contest of pitting strength against one another. She's about as difficult to seriously injure; blunt force is mostly useless without some serious strength behind it, and simply cutting her often requires magical assistance or massive force. Plus, like her mother, if it's not cut off entirely it will doubtless heal fine, and losing limbs would be more of a (physical) inconvenience than life-threatening.
Although she hasn't any practice at using it, Akari has inherited Ibaraki's affinity for Heat--not just heat in the direct sense, but heat as a driving force for changes. It's this affinity that led Ibaraki-douji so easily to shapeshifting, and allows for just reattaching missing body parts later. She's also inherited the ability--or some would call it a mystic scar--common to all of the famous oni's relatives: Lost Arm. So significant was the injury that, even now, her entire extended bloodline has the ability to summon a single phantom arm.
You know, if two arms isn't enough for hitting things.
* Skills: None of any particular use! She's actually rather clumsy, which is bad because of the strength that comes from being an oni. This also extends to a tendency to trip on things and fall down stairs, though that's more disorienting and worrying for people watching rather than actually dangerous to Akari.
* Equipment: "Mum said I should bring an iron club if something dangerous happens..." She also has a phone, "a little spending money" day to day--that is, enough money that anything of interest to a sixteen year old oni is fine--and a perfectly-accurate seeming ID that nevertheless claims Akari to be an adult, because oni and alcohol are inseparable.
* Brief Backstory: As her name attests, Akari is closely related to the Ibaraki-douji. Extremely closely; Ibaraki is her mother and Akari doesn't have the faintest clue who her father is. This, in and of itself, makes her the closest thing a rowdy bunch like oni can have to royalty--and also, with the benefit of being born into an extremely small family that has had a thousand years of practice avoiding danger and past banditry, used to the wealth that implies.
Akari spent most of her childhood in a very traditional home, essentially secluded from the non-supernatural world, and told all the supernatural stories one might expect. Of course, the viewpoint was skewed--the role of hero and villain constantly inverted, with the samurai and exorcists vilified for going after oni that were only acting according to their natural desires and compulsions. Given the obvious problems that a supernaturally strong child with some innate drive to prey on humanity could fall into, this also meant a distinct lack of school attendance.
They moved to a more modern house, one actually positioned conveniently for school, when it was time for Akari to start middle school. After attending for a few days, she just... stopped, the ease with which she had accidentally hurt someone in sports and the pressure of pretending to be human--on top of her own limited experience with so many people--just overwhelming the young oni. Although she's somewhat kept up with the schoolwork, a large amount of Akari's time has instead found itself devoted to popular entertainment--light novels, anime, and so on.
Ibaraki is hardly someone one would expect to be an experienced parent... or skilled at addressing this in a manner more appropriate than "fight it out", which would hardly help in this situation, so she's been trying to find someone that might help... or at least get Akari to socialise more.</s>
<|message|>Hina
Hina couldn't help but smile when Homura chuckled at her joke. She had thought it was a good one, albeit obvious, but it was always nice to get recognition, even from a Human. After being scared by Shina (but not that much because she knew it was the Tanuki and only cowered and whimpered a little bit) and insulted by Shu (to which she replied that his mom was, in fact, the dullard) the group was off to the playground. Hina would have to take extra special care not to just play on the swings and instead get to work on this important case.
Solidifying her resolve in the pouring rain (how she hated the rain. The gleam of the knife in the pale moonlight. Screams drowned in the oncoming torrent of-), they eventually arrived at the playground, Hina profoundly unwettened due to her ability to incorporealize. The little Zashiki clapped as Tomko performed her far-too-elaborate summoning, whistling and cheering, saying "that's my chuuni boss for you~"
A ghost did, indeed, appear. It was, indeed, very scary. The gushing slit in her throat reminded Hina of some not-so-fun times in her past, but she shook her head. No time for the past. She was on a fun adventure with people that probably cared about her.
Probably.
The ghost took a slightly more pleasing form, and Hina approached her with notepad in hand. Hina would start out good cop, but she could do bad cop too if the situation called for it.
"Hey~ I'm Hina, our group's lovable mascot character, and I wanted to ask you a few questions about a recent disappearance in the area. This playground, specifically. I'm all business, you know, so I'm definitely not tempted to play on those slides right now," Hina said, as stone-faced as she could make herself (which wasn't much), "so tell me... did you see anything unusual around the time the Makishima kid vanished? If you give me any good information..."
Hina leaned in and whispered into the ghost's ear, "I can give you a tip on beating Tomoko. Or alternately, if you want to do it without my help... I'll draw your OC. Don't worry about being cringe, I don't judge. All OCs are someone's baby, and I respect that."</s>
<|message|>Shimizu Kaori
Shimizu Kaori
Playground
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Alas, their time in the clubroom had come to an end...and so did her time with the Mujina. As much as she'd like to keep the small shapeshifting spirit with her, it would likely be nothing more than a distraction during their investigation. As such, Kaori would instead opt to leave her in the clubroom. Grabbing her own umbrella, Kaori would follow the rest out of the clubroom, and out into the rainy day that had been given to them.
A playground was their destination, hm?
"My my, an excellent display as always Tomo-chan." Kaori would agree with Hina, lightly clapping as Tomoko made her totally necessary and accurate summoning. And what a cute ghost that was summoned too! She had to wonder what such a cute ghost was doing here, but she couldn't really complain that the end result was meeting another cute ghost. "And what a cute little ghost, Ehehe. I'm Kaori, just a little spider employed by Tomoko-chan. As Hina has said, we're looking into a child that disappeared around here." The spider would give a brief description of Makishima Taro as well as the general time of day that the disappearance had occurred. "It would be of great help if you could assist us."</s>
<|message|>Kiyohara Homura
Homura had an umbrella, so at least getting there wasn't a problem for her. Tomoko did her thing, with a usual flair that was endearing, if unnecessary. And they had their ghost. There was something funny about her dropping the horror act once she knew who it was, but hey, everyone's got appearances to keep up.
Hina had already stared with the important questions, so there wasn't much reason to just chime in with "what she said." Instead, Homura started looking around the area. This definitely wasn't the usual place for a disappearance. Far too open, although they had already assumed a supernatural cause.
She turned her attention to the others. "What do you think? Know anything that likes to hang out in places like this?"</s>
<|message|>"Yamada" Shina
Shina pulled her small Oni up out of the chair. "Come on, grab whatever you need." The Tanuki reached out towards the wall and an umbrella poofed into existence in her hand. Likely enough, she probably hid it so no one stole it. "You can walk under the umbrella with me, Akari-chan~" She'd wait for Akari to grab whatever she needed and urged her out so they didn't fall behind. Soon enough they reached the playground and the rain was dying. Shina just smiled as Tomoko summoned the spirit of the ghost. "Ohhh, she's a cute ghost. The ones I know tend to look a bit more spooky. Good people but if you didn't know better they'd scare your socks off."
She then turned to Homura who had asked them all a question. "What do I think? I think cute girls tend to hang around after a certain type of spider is done with them, but I don't think that's what you mean." She looked over toward the resident spider. "But... Other than that, I'm sure there are a small number of Youkai that frequent the city much as some of us present do but a playground? Hmm. Is there anything that would want to try bothering children at a playground in the middle of the day?" She shrugged. "I'm not too familiar with any of the really recent Urban Legends. Hanako-tan, Kuchisake-Onna... Any of those ones I know." Shina shrugged. She looked out to the playground and smiled as the rain was just about gone.
She poofed into smoke and her appearance changed again. Now, she looked like a younger child version of herself about Akari's size. "Hey, hey. Akari-tan~ Wanna play at playground?" She teased the girl, always enjoying teasing the girl.</s>
| <|message|>Ibaraki Akari
"Oh, that's right..." Akari mumbled, thinking about it. She could hit a ghost. It was kind of a useless ability to have unless there were ghosts around, as far as she knew what to do with it, so it was the sort of thing that so easily slipped her mind... especially when she could only do it because of a scary story!
As much as she didn't want to go outside--for a whole variety of reasons today, from the fact they were going out to a playground to get a ghost to show up to the part where it was wet to the threat of being a potential abductee if something went horribly wrong--there was little resistance on the oni's part. She didn't even have to grab her own umbrella, she just made sure to bring another drink along. It wouldn't be the first time she'd had to prove her (fake) age to some concerned citizen or the police, and maybe it'd put off... whatever was doing this.
She might have overreacted to the ghost's appearance. Just a little. The smouldering, phantasmal arm held threateningly in case the horrifying corpse came anywhere near her was a bit more aggressive than was needed when the spirit stopped being spooky, and she sheepishly let it fizzle out, with nothing to particularly offer in terms of 'what might be behind this'.
The oni looked at the bottle in her hand, then her clothing, when Shina suggested... playing around. "My clothes would get wet. And I'd probably break something..."
Or they'd get caught, that was another one. A kimono was hardly playground attire.</s> |
<|description|>Shimamaru Asahi
* Age: 115
* Gender: Female
* Race: Kitsune
* Appearance: Beloved class president
* Personality:
On the surface, Asahi is a bright, cheerful, encouraging student that greets every situation with a warm, sunny smile and affectionate tone, coming across as the very picture of kindness and purity. What everyone doesn't realise however, is that this radiant gem of a girl is actually a conniving fox in the midst of bewitching the entire school into being her loving subjects and worshippers. Not forany real nefarious purposes or anything, she just really likes the attention. Because of this need to be noticed, Asahi is seen assisting or running all kinds of initiatives or events at school, which helpfully makes her seem that much more radiant to the masses.
Despite her popularity with the students however, Asahi also loves pulling pranks and listening to the speculations as to the perpetrator all around her, seeing it as another form of reverence towards herself. She takes great pride in her ability to remain hidden in plain sight as she makes fools of the faculty, and sometimes fellow students. However, Asahi may be selfish and arrogant, but she certainly isn't malicious. Even if her intentions are far from noble, she isn't looking to seriously ruin any person's life, and would prefer not to get someone injured when she's just having fun.
* Abilities:
Asahi has an Affinity for illusions, allowing her to conjure both visual and auditory hallucinations. Although useful for creating brief distractions, at present she isn't able to fully manifest images that could withstand the most lackadaisical of examinations.
She can also shapeshift between the form of a human, a fox, and a fluffy-tailed girl. Given her relatively young age for a kitsune, she is unable to alter the appearance of her human form as of yet.
* Skills:
A surprisingly capable person, Asahi is quite skilled at at a variety of tasks, domestic and practical. She has an eye for design, and can recognise someone's particular strengths and weaknesses for any given task quickly, and thus knows how to delegate tasks during class projects. Academically, she's above-average as well, even if her writing is surprisingly atrocious.
* Equipment:
Nothing you wouldn't find on a totally normal high-schooler.
* Brief Backstory:
Not long after reaching 100 years of age, the newly-born fox youkai ended up in the care of a middle-aged couple. Much like how one has no memories of when they were a baby, Asahi doesn't fully recall the exact details of how she came to be the couple's 'adopted daughter', but seems to be under the impression that she has hidden her real nature from them. In actuality, her 'parents' know full well she's a kitsune and have simply humoured her whenever she poorly tried to hide it from them. For the past eight years, she's simply been living as a human, steadily placing herself as someone for them to look up to. Her parents are pretty much the only two people she has no apparent disdain for. She's maintained the persona of a kind, wonderful saint of a person for a long time now, her facade completely unbreakable.
...Up until she met Tomoko and was soundly outsmarted. Now she's a begrudging member of her little club.</s>
<|message|>Fukuyama Yuki (Fuyuko)
Yuki looked uncomfortable standing outside of the hospital. Her ears twitched fitfully under her hood and it was obvious that she didn't want to be here. THey could have met the girl at school or at home. Why did it have to be at a hospital, why this hospital?
She cast a disapproving look at Kaori in the nurses uniform. Well, it looked less to Yuki like a uniform and more like a costume that catered to certain tastes. With any luck perhaps they would never have to meet outside of a police station... or a school.
Maybe Yuki could arrest her for public indecency?
@Crusader Lord@Raineh Daze@VitaVitaAR@Rune_Alchemist</s>
<|message|>Ibaraki Akari
Akari was silently in agreement, albeit unknowingly, with Akari on the "why are we meeting her at a hospital?" concept. To the younger girl... well, hospitals just didn't make too much sense to her. It was definitely one of those "humans were squishy and vulnerable things"; she couldn't wrap her mind around needing an entire building to just... heal something. So why would you ever take even a handful of youkai to somewhere full of people even more vulnerable than normal...
In one hand, the young oni had an umbrella almost the twin of Tomoko's, only it was actually an ordinary umbrella, and incongruously a plastic bag full of bottles of... water. Yes, water, Akari was only trying to stay hydrated. That's what she needed to remember to say if anyone asked her why she was carrying these.
Though anyone that could smell her breath when she was drinking from another of the bottles with her free hand would have no trouble working out what was actually in them.</s>
<|message|>Abe Sonoko
Abe Sonoko
---
A song of some kind almost seemed to be humming on Sonoko's lips, even as she walked up to the hospital with a fancy western-style umbrella twirling pleasantly in her fingers.
Of course her glorious presence had been requested! Such was only fitting for a mage so refined, prepared, and hard working as herself. Though the method of leaving a letter in her locker had almost gone unnoticed...well, considering the habit of some others to use such a method to profess some form of feelings for her. Then again it wasn't exactly the time to be making and handing out chocolates, much less receiving them, so Tomoko had managed to catch her with that one. Even so, she was not one to take a missive and then not perform her duties with the utmost skill and grace-!
A shudder then suddenly ran down the schoolgirl's spine, however, as she looked at three figures standing outside of the hospital. The familiar sensation of spidery hands seemed to crawl over her skin, especially her upper arms, as if from a long-unavoidable memory. Either way Sonoko let out a small sigh, before approaching the scanty nurse and Yuki and Akari and giving a lightly respectful but tasteful nod to them.
"Any sight of Tomoko?" the Japanese girl asked, curious and casual...yet in a fashion confidently forward in her tone of voice.
Daze@TheFake@Rune_Alchemist@VitaVitaAR@Rin</s>
<|message|>Shimizu Kaori
@TheFake@Crusader Lord@Raineh Daze@VitaVitaAR
---
How boring~
A small pout formed on Kaori's lips as the other's that were currently present seemed entirely intent on being silent. The Oni was being the most boorish. She was quite certain she was drinking her weight in alcohol, though that'd be nothing out of the ordinary for an Oni, would it? At least she could take a small bit of joy in feeling Yuki visibly eye her up. Perhaps she'd have more fun meeting this 'patient' before Tomoko showed up? Certainly, yes, that sounded like a delightful idea-
"Ah, Sono-chan." Kaori's eyes immediately lit up upon seeing the school girl, a playful grin forming just big enough to show her fangs. "Helllllo, darling. Tomoko isn't here yet, but that's fine. Lets me have a little snack or two, yes?~" Putting her previous idea of sneaking off to play with their new friend, Kaori turned her attention to the girl in front of her. She took a few slow steps towards the younger girl. "Come in, get out of the rain. Let me help you warm yourself up a bit before you catch a cold, fufu." A playful giggle as Kaori made another move towards the human girl.</s>
<|message|>Suzuki Tomoko
Chisaki was a good girl. She never disobeyed her parents, she did her best to make sure all her homework was done on time, she tried to make sure her fellow students were on track, and she was always interested in what her teacher had to say.
So even she thought what she was doing now was out of character for herself.
She was a primary school student, at only nine years old, with short black hair and glasses.
And that made the fact that she was out by herself so late all the more unusual. But the fact was...
It wasn't just one of her friends. Two of them, Sakura and Taro, had both disappeared. Up and vanished without a trace. No-one knew what happened to them. Not their parents. Not the police.
There wasn't a single sign of anything. They weren't... they didn't seem to have died, or anything like that... it was just like they'd evaporated into thin air.
Chisaki thought of herself as smart. She thought of herself as mature. And she was worried... she thought, maybe, it would be possible for her to find something out, something she could tell the police. So they could save her friends.
So she'd snuck out at night. She knew her parents would be mad at her, but if it was for her friends' sake that was okay, right?
At least that's what she'd thought at first. She'd originally intended to meet her other friends here... but they couldn't get away from their parents.
So she was alone.
It was dark.
No-one was around.
Chisaki couldn't help but be scared. She couldn't help but worry. But at the same time, if she could find anything, anything at all that would help the police find Sakura and Taro...
It was worth being scared, right?
And then she heard it, from the alleyway...
"Chisaki-chan...?"
Sakura! That was Sakura's voice!
"Chisaki-san!"
Taro too?!
Excitement rose in the young girl's heart as she turned, immediately rushing into the alley. She'd found them! She'd found her friends! She-
The alley was empty. She heard a sound from behind her, a long shadow fell over her, and-
---
It was a dark, dreary, rainy day.
Naturally, there were few people walking out and about, unless they desperately needed to be somewhere. And even if they did, most of them were taking public transit or personal vehicles. There wasn't anyone in their right mind who would willingly be out for a walk when it was raining heavily enough, and this certainly qualified.
But regardless of that fact, there was one girl who seemed quite content to take a stroll right through the rain to her club's meeting place. Perplexing as this was, it became all the more unusual when she was observed more closely.
She was a petite blonde girl, her age difficult to discern form her youthful features and short height. It was unlikely anyone would place her older then perhaps thirteen, and many would place her a year or so younger.
If one were to ask her how she felt about such comments, it was unlikely they would hear anything particularly happy in response.
In her right hand, she held a black cane. She didn't seem to need it to walk, and yet she was using it all the same. Speaking of her right hand...
Her entire right arm was bandaged. Not a single piece of flesh could be seen underneath, the bandages extending up beneath her sleeve. Exactly why this was would be a complete mystery to most observers, as the range of movement that she exhibited with the limb indicated she was entirely uninjured.
But, perhaps, the strangest thing was the fact that there was an umbrella beside her. No, she was not holding an umbrella. Many observers would simply assume that was the case, as it was impossible that an umbrella would simply float beside someone.
But common sense could override the truth, in some cases. And to be fair, the umbrella was not simply floating beside her.
It was being carried by a girl, taller then the blonde, in a stylized kimono. Only the blonde herself, and others versed in the supernatural, could see this fact. They could also see the lengthy tongue hanging from the umbrella, and its single large eye.
Suzuki Tomoko, the intermediary between humans and youkai, had a club meeting to hold. And given the recent circumstances, it was going to be a particularly important one.
Seven disappearances. Seven children, both boys and girls, had disappeared in the last month in the local area. That wasn't even considering disappearances across the entire city that could be tied to these incidents. Each time, there was absolutely no sign of them.
It was as if they simply vanished into thin air.
As she reached the club's meeting place, the door opened ahead of her courtesy of her companion.
Indeed, she wasn't going to let this carry on any longer. She most certainly couldn't.
What sort of self-respecting intermediary could possibly let children continue to up and disappear? This wasn't a regular human perpetrator, not when the disappearances happened so swiftly and so without any evidence. Tomoko was certain of that.
No, the perpetrator had to be some sort of inhuman entity...
But who? And why?
These questions would have to be answered.
But first...
"Hello, everyone," began the blonde-haired girl brightly, "Today is the third meeting of the Miyama Occult Investigation club!"
@TheHangedMan@RolePlayerRoxas@Crab Bane@Raineh Daze</s>
| <|message|>Shimamaru Asahi
Shimamaru Asahi had plenty of experience hiding her true feelings behind a kind, bright smile. certainly, she was confident no human could ever hope to discern her true feelings. Perhaps present company were slightly more perceptive, but surely they knew nothing of the sheer, unbridled annoyance that the blonde "honour student" felt at having to attend this meeting.
"Here you are~" placing cups of tea before or nearby several club members, the smiling fox served the drink to everyone that wanted it, looking very much like a helpful girl, even though she was internally cursing out the one that brought them all together. Seriously, how did one as brilliant and intelligent as herself fall for such a simple trick!? Of course that little brat couldn't possibly have possessed any evidence of her harmless little prank! Pink was a way better colour for the principal's office anyway!
Not that she could back out of joining Tomoko's club, anyway. As underhanded as the "persuasion" was, Asahi had still given her word to join, and promises weren't something you just broke on a whim! How could any human accept her as their fluffy overlord of fluffiness if she couldn't even keep her word?! No, she would play along for now, and show that intermediary up at some point! She could almost picture it now...
Asahi was about to become lost in her daydreams when Tomoko herself arrived, startling the fox out of her reverie. Her smile became a tad more strained as she greeted the club leader, Good day, Suzuki-san. Would you like some tea?"</s> |
<|description|>Shimamaru Asahi
* Age: 115
* Gender: Female
* Race: Kitsune
* Appearance: Beloved class president
* Personality:
On the surface, Asahi is a bright, cheerful, encouraging student that greets every situation with a warm, sunny smile and affectionate tone, coming across as the very picture of kindness and purity. What everyone doesn't realise however, is that this radiant gem of a girl is actually a conniving fox in the midst of bewitching the entire school into being her loving subjects and worshippers. Not forany real nefarious purposes or anything, she just really likes the attention. Because of this need to be noticed, Asahi is seen assisting or running all kinds of initiatives or events at school, which helpfully makes her seem that much more radiant to the masses.
Despite her popularity with the students however, Asahi also loves pulling pranks and listening to the speculations as to the perpetrator all around her, seeing it as another form of reverence towards herself. She takes great pride in her ability to remain hidden in plain sight as she makes fools of the faculty, and sometimes fellow students. However, Asahi may be selfish and arrogant, but she certainly isn't malicious. Even if her intentions are far from noble, she isn't looking to seriously ruin any person's life, and would prefer not to get someone injured when she's just having fun.
* Abilities:
Asahi has an Affinity for illusions, allowing her to conjure both visual and auditory hallucinations. Although useful for creating brief distractions, at present she isn't able to fully manifest images that could withstand the most lackadaisical of examinations.
She can also shapeshift between the form of a human, a fox, and a fluffy-tailed girl. Given her relatively young age for a kitsune, she is unable to alter the appearance of her human form as of yet.
* Skills:
A surprisingly capable person, Asahi is quite skilled at at a variety of tasks, domestic and practical. She has an eye for design, and can recognise someone's particular strengths and weaknesses for any given task quickly, and thus knows how to delegate tasks during class projects. Academically, she's above-average as well, even if her writing is surprisingly atrocious.
* Equipment:
Nothing you wouldn't find on a totally normal high-schooler.
* Brief Backstory:
Not long after reaching 100 years of age, the newly-born fox youkai ended up in the care of a middle-aged couple. Much like how one has no memories of when they were a baby, Asahi doesn't fully recall the exact details of how she came to be the couple's 'adopted daughter', but seems to be under the impression that she has hidden her real nature from them. In actuality, her 'parents' know full well she's a kitsune and have simply humoured her whenever she poorly tried to hide it from them. For the past eight years, she's simply been living as a human, steadily placing herself as someone for them to look up to. Her parents are pretty much the only two people she has no apparent disdain for. She's maintained the persona of a kind, wonderful saint of a person for a long time now, her facade completely unbreakable.
...Up until she met Tomoko and was soundly outsmarted. Now she's a begrudging member of her little club.</s>
<|message|>Suzuki Tomoko
The strained nature of the kitsune's smile wasn't lost on Tomoko, but she completely ignored it in favor of focusing on the tea.
"Ah, thank you," she commented as she took a seat at the head of the table, clapping her hands together as she did, "Tea would be lovely."
She cast a bright smile around at the assembled students. Yes, she'd done quite an excellent job at putting together various supernatural attendees at Miyama, and it hadn't taken very much effort at all!
At the oni's question, she simply cocked her head slightly.
"Of course, I wouldn't have walked if I was going to get wet," she said, simply. As someone who had been in contact with youkai for six years, effectively able to call many of them at will, well... Using their assistance to overcome things like a rainy day was only logical in the blonde girl's opinion.
"I'm sure you're all curious about our first order of business today, so I won't delay any longer," she continued, retrieving the daily newspaper from her bag. She didn't often read them, but picking up a copy seemed like it was a wise idea for illustrating the task at hand.
"Tada~" Tomoko declared, presenting the paper, or more specifically one of the articles.
The article in question was one that detailed all the publicly-avaliable knowledge on the recent rash of children's disappearances. There wasn't much, but it was enough to establish the fact that there was little to no evidence, and no way of knowing if the disappeared children were alive or dead.
Though given the length of time since the first known disappearance, the outlook was growing considerably more grim.
"Seven children have disappeared this month alone," she continued, "Without any evidence, with no sign of a struggle. Nothing is left behind at all. Even if I didn't have a few friends letting me know they thought something was going on, I think this would be plenty of reason to suspect it's not simply a human kidnapper, isn't it?"
At the very least, it was clear that Tomoko was taking the matter seriously, even if she had presented the newspaper article in such a lighthearted manner.
"I have my suspicions as to what it may be, but I'm curious if anyone else does," continued the girl as she put the newspaper down, waving her real hand idly, "Speculation and conversation are the best path forward!"
Indeed, assembling a plan of action meant discussing that plan of action first.
Tomoko had no intention of allowing another child to disappear, so letting the perpetrator go another night wasn't an option.
@TheHangedMan@RolePlayerRoxas@Crab Bane@Raineh Daze@Pyromania99</s>
<|message|>Mugi Yukinoshima
Oh jeez! She was late for the meeting! Well, that much should be fine, right? They'd understand if she told them that someone was helping a teacher carry some boxes far too heavy for one person and she, in turn, helped them. Right? Well, she was cute too so that didn't hurt. She was briskly walking back to the room they held club in when she took note in the hallway that there was no one around. "..." She took another look around to make sure. "Well..." She took a step forward and used her power to create a small icey pathway that she started to slide across with a step.
The Yuki-Onna slid easily across the surface and came to a stop in front of the club room with a wide grin across her face. She opened the door and started to slid on in. There wasn't much clearance but she was fine with that. She could always stop herself if she needed. This room was filled with people she didn't need to hide from really. Tomoko had invited her to the club after Mugi mentioned her search for her "fated one" and the Yuki-Onna thought it would be a good place to search for someone. Of course, she wasn't really sure of that yet. Tomoko seemed to be talking about something serious.
Seven children kidnapped? That seemed like... What was that? Police? Yea, Police. Something for them to deal with. Right? Human society was still weird to her but she supposed they didn't have the resources to deal with the "paranormal" or something. Well, either way, it wasn't relevant to her was it? She just kept skating around the room until the girl finished what she was saying and even beyond that.
"I don't know anything about kidnappings. Sorry I was late though. I had to help this cute girl carry some heavy boxes to the storage room." The Yuki-onna just continued skating around the room with a smile on her face. She seemed to be getting out some energy. "Was it a "big bad wolf?" I heard a story once of a little girl trying to bring goodies to her grandmother only to fall victim to a "big bad wolf!"</s>
<|message|>Abe Yuuto (安倍 優斗)
Yuuto let out a light chuckle. Tomoko was just implacable.
In any case, he took in a big breath and set down his teacup, moving closer to Tomoko and the rest. The topic of the meeting was at hand, and it wasn't a pretty one. Their president might be acting casual about it, but he wasn't going to mistake that for callousness. He of all people knew how seriously she took her role. But still, seven missing children, perhaps...
"Perhaps it was a yamauba?" When it came to kidnapping and children, that was really the first thing that came to mind wasn't it? The demonic old women of legend where practically a parents' favorite thing to scare their children with. "Then again, it could be an oni - Shuten-doji and his gang where fond of kidnapping young girls, after all." He added as an afterthought. He didn't really consider it a possibility. It just seemed too subtle for an oni. If they were going to commit a crime, it wasn't going to be something so sneaky. They'd want to leave a mark.</s>
<|message|>Shimizu Kaori
The spider watched Mugi skate around the room, all the naive innocence of the world on her shoulders. Gods, she was adorable. Big bad wolf? That was some fairy tale or something from the west, wasn't it? Oh this adorable child. It was a good thing she was a good little spider that had some self restraint. Not to mention, the thought of someone kidnapping cute girls off the street infuriated her.
"Fuuu..." Kaori frowned, sliding her seat away from the table slightly. "Missing children, hm? Who would be so cruel?" The irony of that statement was not lost on her - but she never laid a fuzzy little leg on her girls. Well. Maybe some fuzzy legs. Maybe some other parts - ahem. Point was, there was a good chance some other Youkai was physically harming them. She was all for a little rough play, but it was all in good fun on her part. A Yamauba was a good suggestion in this case, but it was difficult to speculate without further information. It might be some odd one that wasn't quite run of the mill. "Perhaps an Aobozu? Though, I don't think they are known to take children in towns."
She hadn't really been keeping up with such cases on her own, and unfortunately for Tomoko, she was a bit distracted by the cute snow woman at the moment or she might of offered something more insightful. A small hand motion and a thread of silk had been latched onto the wall from between Kaori and where Mugi was skating.
The Yuki-Onna would suddenly find herself tripping, and falling onto Kaori, the girl's face meeting Kaori's chest.
"You should be careful. Skating indoors might get you hurt, especially in such a crowded room. I'd be quite distressed if you got hurt, so its a good thing you had something nice to land on, but next time you might not be so lucky, heheh."</s>
<|message|>Ibaraki Akari
Akari cringed at the description of the problem. Children were going missing? What if she were to walk home today and be mistaken for someone younger, then get abducted? If there was no sign of a struggle then how could her strength possibly be of use? Maybe it was possible that being a youkai was enough for her own safety, but... it would still have been nice to not have to come to school and be all caught up in this threat of abduction that was plaguing Mihama.
Fortunately, the short girl was shaken from her worries by the yuki-onna gliding into the room. Ah, she was pretty. So was the spider. And the fox class-president. Really, it was like Tomoko had gone out of her way to find attractive girls to put into the club... and her. Or maybe it was just a trait of youkai.
Mmm... Yuuto's suggestion was wrong. Well, so was calling Shuten-Douji "him", and Akari knew all her mother's stories didn't really have anything bad to say about Shuten... but on the other hand, maybe that was just because they were both oni in a time before there was a need to play nicely with people, so it didn't occur to her to say "and kidnapping people is wrong". Something that you couldn't get away with and honestly less fun, but not intrinsically wrong... though either way, she was still against it.
"Ah, it definitely ain't an oni..." Akari said, speaking up again and reaching up to play with her nervously, "Ma would've flipped and stopped 'em by now..."</s>
| <|message|>Shimamaru Asahi
"Coming right up~" Asahi replied with forced cheer, retreating to the back of the room to prepare a cup. She could hear the arrival of a latecomer as Tomoko explained the reason for their meeting. When the fox turned, she was no longer forcing a smile. It would have felt wrong after Tomoko elaborated on those kidnappings, after all. She remained silent as she tried to navigate around the gliding Mugi and her trails of ice to reach the intermediary.
Thankfully reaching her safely, Asahi placed the cup on the table and peered at the newspaper with a troubled frown. As the caring class president, she could hardly condone these troubling incidents happening in her city. As herself though... honestly, she still didn't like it. It wasn't like she cared about a few human brats or anything! It was just...
...Well, Mama and Papa seemed concerned by the news, so it only made sense she'd prefer it to stop! Those kids being safe and sound was only ideal to ease their minds! Still, Asahi herself was not the most knowledgeable on other youkai, thanks to her relatively young age and upbringing. She'd certainly met plenty of them, but even the varied group gathered in this room was nothing more than a few common knowledge bullet-points to Asahi, and even then had trouble believing some things. She was still trying to figure out if the tiny oni with the cute accent had the strength to lift a whole building from the ground.
You already know, right? Just spit it out! Asahi wanted to demand of Tomoki, but held her tongue, and instead threw out a random suggestion, "perhaps a kuchisaki-onna? Not that I'm too confident in that answer..."
It bugged Asahi that she was going to have to do Tomoki's bidding, but whatever. She'll just grin and bear it, so this can be resolved as quickly as possible.</s> |
<|description|>Shimamaru Asahi
* Age: 115
* Gender: Female
* Race: Kitsune
* Appearance: Beloved class president
* Personality:
On the surface, Asahi is a bright, cheerful, encouraging student that greets every situation with a warm, sunny smile and affectionate tone, coming across as the very picture of kindness and purity. What everyone doesn't realise however, is that this radiant gem of a girl is actually a conniving fox in the midst of bewitching the entire school into being her loving subjects and worshippers. Not forany real nefarious purposes or anything, she just really likes the attention. Because of this need to be noticed, Asahi is seen assisting or running all kinds of initiatives or events at school, which helpfully makes her seem that much more radiant to the masses.
Despite her popularity with the students however, Asahi also loves pulling pranks and listening to the speculations as to the perpetrator all around her, seeing it as another form of reverence towards herself. She takes great pride in her ability to remain hidden in plain sight as she makes fools of the faculty, and sometimes fellow students. However, Asahi may be selfish and arrogant, but she certainly isn't malicious. Even if her intentions are far from noble, she isn't looking to seriously ruin any person's life, and would prefer not to get someone injured when she's just having fun.
* Abilities:
Asahi has an Affinity for illusions, allowing her to conjure both visual and auditory hallucinations. Although useful for creating brief distractions, at present she isn't able to fully manifest images that could withstand the most lackadaisical of examinations.
She can also shapeshift between the form of a human, a fox, and a fluffy-tailed girl. Given her relatively young age for a kitsune, she is unable to alter the appearance of her human form as of yet.
* Skills:
A surprisingly capable person, Asahi is quite skilled at at a variety of tasks, domestic and practical. She has an eye for design, and can recognise someone's particular strengths and weaknesses for any given task quickly, and thus knows how to delegate tasks during class projects. Academically, she's above-average as well, even if her writing is surprisingly atrocious.
* Equipment:
Nothing you wouldn't find on a totally normal high-schooler.
* Brief Backstory:
Not long after reaching 100 years of age, the newly-born fox youkai ended up in the care of a middle-aged couple. Much like how one has no memories of when they were a baby, Asahi doesn't fully recall the exact details of how she came to be the couple's 'adopted daughter', but seems to be under the impression that she has hidden her real nature from them. In actuality, her 'parents' know full well she's a kitsune and have simply humoured her whenever she poorly tried to hide it from them. For the past eight years, she's simply been living as a human, steadily placing herself as someone for them to look up to. Her parents are pretty much the only two people she has no apparent disdain for. She's maintained the persona of a kind, wonderful saint of a person for a long time now, her facade completely unbreakable.
...Up until she met Tomoko and was soundly outsmarted. Now she's a begrudging member of her little club.</s>
<|message|>Mugi Yukinoshima
Mugi was practically hiding behind Kaori still, somewhat feeling safer due to her words of protection. She skitted her eyes over everyone present. The... G-ghost.... Tomoko.... Kaori, Abe, Mikoto, Asahi... ahh, then there was the other youkai doing the same thing she was. Her vision laid on the Oni for a couple of seconds before darting to the ghost-girl and carefully studying her. She didn't seem to be as scary as when she first appeared... She didn't seem to be one of those "poltergeists" that the Elder told her a scary story about one time. They made houses implode into other dimensions! How terrifying! Could even a youkai combat that!? How scary was America if that was something that happened!?
Mugi calmed her thoughts a bit. No, this ghost didn't seem to make portals to other realms or dimensions so it was most probably safe to talk to her. Still, her grip on Kaori tightened slightly. The spider would feel a stronger cold on her arm as the Yuki-Onna pulled closer, listening to the Kaori's question.
Mugi's head was wracking. This story seemed familiar to her somehow. It was... Hmmm... Something.... Something.... She swallowed hard and pulled forward a head of Kaori a slight bit to ask her own question. "O-o-oh! A-and! Question! Question!" Mugi stated as if asking for permission like she learned she needed to have in school. Still, she didn't wait long as she gave just long enough to take a breath. "Did the woman say anything!?" She exclaimed, nervous talking to a ghost like this.</s>
<|message|>Ibaraki Akari
Disappearing children... whilst the apparent need to hide behind the karakasa had abated, Akari had yet to move from the spot, and was trying to remember what advice was given to children just in case there was something spelled out in such common advice they all ought to know and help with. Unfortunately, now that it came down to it... the only such advice that she remembered being given was "If anybody does something weird, break both of their legs and come home". That... probably wasn't the case here and no doubt wouldn't have worked on some kind of disappearing ghostly figure anyway...</s>
<|message|>Shimamaru Asahi
Asahi couldn't help but glare a little suspiciously at the cute ghost, still. Although she'd stepped away from her hiding spot behind Yuuto, the young kitsune couldn't bring herself to trust something that could switch between terrifying and adorable so easily! Still, even the vindictive vixen had trouble maintaining any kind of animosity by the time the ghost had given her testimony. Another spirit being the probable culprit of these disappearances? It certainly made sense, though Asahi wondered how much help she could be against that. Several other club members were surely more suited to dealing with the incorporeal, even putting Tomoko aside.
With nothing to add to the questions already given, Asahi could only wait ofr some sort of answer, and they could get onto... somehow apprehending the ghost or whatever it was doing this.</s>
<|message|>Suzuki Tomoko
Tomoko considered the information that the ghost had provided thus far. A female apparition that no-one else seemed to see... and yet she didn't anticipate that the perpetrator was a ghost. A wandering ghost was unlikely to possess the power to cause children to simply vanish, something like that would demand far more power then the average disembodied soul without a concrete location to anchor itself would be capable of mustering. Even a ghost like the one they were speaking to now, fully capable of interacting with children, would not have the capability to simply cause those children to vanish.
Kaori, however, had hit upon a line of questioning that Tomoko had wanted to pursue almost from the outset.
"Her height? How she dressed?" the ghost asked, cocking her head.
"Specifically, I think Kaori-san wants to know... if she was perhaps exceptionally tall, and wearing a white sundress and matching hat," Tomoko said, waiving her hand as she did.
She was certain now, but she wanted confirmation.
"Oh... how did you know?! That's exactly what she was wearing! ... Is that bad or good?" the ghost immediately seemed uncertain. "She was also making a weird sound... I think... po...?"
"You've confirmed my suspicions, good work!" declared Tomoko brightly, flashing a thumbs up towards the ghost, who seemed surprised for the moment that what she's said was enough to confirm anything.
"I was already suspecting we might be dealing with something like this," she said, as she turned to her club members, "But now I know for sure. We're not dealing with an ancient mountain hag, a displaced kappa, or anything like that. We're dealing with something quite a bit more urban!"
The blonde girl tapped the tip of her walking stick against the ground.
"Our perpetrator is Hasshaku-sama!"
She paused for a moment, for dramatic effect.
"Oh! I've heard children talk about that, what is it?" asked the ghost. It was only natural she didn't know, having died before the internet existed.
"She's a ghost, or a yokai depending on who you ask," Tomoko explained, "Who focuses largely on children. She takes them away, in most tellings, which is something I'm counting on. But the important thing to know is this: Hasshaku-sama is entirely fictional."
The ghost stared blankly.
"Eeeh? Then how is she the culprit...?"
Tomoko brushed the question off.
"What we need to do now is figure out how we're going to lure her out!"
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<|message|>Shimizu Kaori
Perhaps she should explain? But seeing Tomoko so excited was adorable.
hmm.
No, better not. She'll let her explain later.
"Fufu, well, if its something we're hunting, then wouldn't a trap be the best thing?" Kaori suggested. They could spend days or weeks actively hunting this. The only clue they had would be possibly those who went missing friends, but they couldn't watch every single one of them. She might have had her spiders, but they could only do things so fast. "I doubt a weak youkai like her could break my threads."
She reached over, pulling Mugi close again and wrapping an arm around her shoulder, the Yuki-Onna's face conveniently resting against her chest. It'd be rude to say no to a still cowering maiden. She could endure a bit of cold for this, yes.
"Hm...we'd just need something like...bait? Tomo-chan? Or maybe Akari-chan?" While they responded, Mugi would suddenly feel a slight poke on her butt. Conveniently, at the same time, a few spider legs appeared behind Kaori.
Purely coincidence.</s>
<|message|>Mugi Yukinoshima
Hasshaku-sama sounded familiar! Or, the story did. Mugi was pretty much happy with herself! But... Lure her out? Other than a kid she might like or something? She had no idea. In fact, this isn't what she imagined she'd be doing with this club in the first place... Though... What was she expecting really? She didn't know. Another thing she didn't exactly expect was the spider pulling her close and then something poking her butt.
She was still in a partial fight or flight mental state and jumped away when she felt that something poke her butt. "Yaaah!!" Mugi screamed as she jumped forward and landed next to the fox girl and wrapped her arms around Asahi's. "W-w-w-what was that!?" The Yuki-Onna questioned, looking back at her friend who didn't seem to move. "S-s-spider-legs?" She questioned, looking the girl up and down. Was that the type of Youkai Kaori was? Wait, was it a spider leg that poked her? She tightened her grip on the fox's and realized she did it not long after. "Ah! S-sorry... Ummm.... M-my apologies!" She stuttered out finally, not seeming to let go of the fox's arm.</s>
<|message|>Ibaraki Akari
"B-Bait?" Akari asked, looking... well, vaguely horrified at the insinuation of pretending to be a child and being offered up as a sacrifice to a youkai that apparently didn't exist. However that worked, it wasn't the sort of thing that her mother had ever explained a ton. Surely there was someone better...? Tomo might have been too obvious, but Akari was still an oni and that might be realised and who would want to abduct an oni?
Too many people, probably, she still didn't seem that strong, but...
"C-Couldn't Shimamaru do it? She's a fox!"</s>
| <|message|>Shimamaru Asahi
Hasshaku-sama? The name was vaguely familiar to Asahi, but it wasn't a creature she was overly-familiar with. If it were supposed to be a fictional being, then Asahi had probably not bothered to learn anything about it. She was certainly regretting that choice now, but at least they knew what they were dealing with now!
As for baiting this thing out... as much fun as it would be to have Tomoko play that role, it would be far more feasible to have the tiny oni act like a cute child, right? BEfore Asahi could voice this opinion, her mouth made a strange, high-pitched yelp when a loud yell sounded nearby, and a cold body suddenly clung to her arm, Cheeks flushed slightly, Asahi looked down at Mugi, then at the strange spider girl showing off her legs, quickly putting together what seemed to happen. Ugh, that darn arachnid had to go and embarrass her like that! Now wasn't the time to enact vengeance though, so she forced a wavering smile onto her face. It was a good thing she could blame her shaking on Mugi's frozen air.
"D-don't worry about that, you just st-startled me a little," Asahi chuckled, "anyway... about the b-"
Hold up. Hold up. Did that bratty little terror just suggest she be the bait instead?!
"Wa-wait a minute, wh-what does me being a fox have to d-do with anything?!" the class president stammered, completely missing the most obvious reason why a kitsune would be suggested to put on an act, "y-you're the small and cute one, Ibaraki-san! You'd be far more effective as bait!"</s> |
<|description|>Shimamaru Asahi
* Age: 115
* Gender: Female
* Race: Kitsune
* Appearance: Beloved class president
* Personality:
On the surface, Asahi is a bright, cheerful, encouraging student that greets every situation with a warm, sunny smile and affectionate tone, coming across as the very picture of kindness and purity. What everyone doesn't realise however, is that this radiant gem of a girl is actually a conniving fox in the midst of bewitching the entire school into being her loving subjects and worshippers. Not forany real nefarious purposes or anything, she just really likes the attention. Because of this need to be noticed, Asahi is seen assisting or running all kinds of initiatives or events at school, which helpfully makes her seem that much more radiant to the masses.
Despite her popularity with the students however, Asahi also loves pulling pranks and listening to the speculations as to the perpetrator all around her, seeing it as another form of reverence towards herself. She takes great pride in her ability to remain hidden in plain sight as she makes fools of the faculty, and sometimes fellow students. However, Asahi may be selfish and arrogant, but she certainly isn't malicious. Even if her intentions are far from noble, she isn't looking to seriously ruin any person's life, and would prefer not to get someone injured when she's just having fun.
* Abilities:
Asahi has an Affinity for illusions, allowing her to conjure both visual and auditory hallucinations. Although useful for creating brief distractions, at present she isn't able to fully manifest images that could withstand the most lackadaisical of examinations.
She can also shapeshift between the form of a human, a fox, and a fluffy-tailed girl. Given her relatively young age for a kitsune, she is unable to alter the appearance of her human form as of yet.
* Skills:
A surprisingly capable person, Asahi is quite skilled at at a variety of tasks, domestic and practical. She has an eye for design, and can recognise someone's particular strengths and weaknesses for any given task quickly, and thus knows how to delegate tasks during class projects. Academically, she's above-average as well, even if her writing is surprisingly atrocious.
* Equipment:
Nothing you wouldn't find on a totally normal high-schooler.
* Brief Backstory:
Not long after reaching 100 years of age, the newly-born fox youkai ended up in the care of a middle-aged couple. Much like how one has no memories of when they were a baby, Asahi doesn't fully recall the exact details of how she came to be the couple's 'adopted daughter', but seems to be under the impression that she has hidden her real nature from them. In actuality, her 'parents' know full well she's a kitsune and have simply humoured her whenever she poorly tried to hide it from them. For the past eight years, she's simply been living as a human, steadily placing herself as someone for them to look up to. Her parents are pretty much the only two people she has no apparent disdain for. She's maintained the persona of a kind, wonderful saint of a person for a long time now, her facade completely unbreakable.
...Up until she met Tomoko and was soundly outsmarted. Now she's a begrudging member of her little club.</s>
<|message|>Shimamaru Asahi
Hasshaku-sama? The name was vaguely familiar to Asahi, but it wasn't a creature she was overly-familiar with. If it were supposed to be a fictional being, then Asahi had probably not bothered to learn anything about it. She was certainly regretting that choice now, but at least they knew what they were dealing with now!
As for baiting this thing out... as much fun as it would be to have Tomoko play that role, it would be far more feasible to have the tiny oni act like a cute child, right? BEfore Asahi could voice this opinion, her mouth made a strange, high-pitched yelp when a loud yell sounded nearby, and a cold body suddenly clung to her arm, Cheeks flushed slightly, Asahi looked down at Mugi, then at the strange spider girl showing off her legs, quickly putting together what seemed to happen. Ugh, that darn arachnid had to go and embarrass her like that! Now wasn't the time to enact vengeance though, so she forced a wavering smile onto her face. It was a good thing she could blame her shaking on Mugi's frozen air.
"D-don't worry about that, you just st-startled me a little," Asahi chuckled, "anyway... about the b-"
Hold up. Hold up. Did that bratty little terror just suggest she be the bait instead?!
"Wa-wait a minute, wh-what does me being a fox have to d-do with anything?!" the class president stammered, completely missing the most obvious reason why a kitsune would be suggested to put on an act, "y-you're the small and cute one, Ibaraki-san! You'd be far more effective as bait!"</s>
<|message|>Abe Yuuto (安倍 優斗)
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Abe YuutoBurgeoning Onmyoji
Asahi - @RolePlayerRoxas
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As his clubmates fought over who had the honor of being bate, Yuuto nodded, smiling pleasantly as he took note of something that he'd been curious about for awhile.
"Ah, so a Kitsune and a Jorogumo. I guessed as much." Well that was one minor mystery solved, now on to the bigger one. Hasshaku-sama. He was familiar with the urban legend, and he chided himself for not thinking of it sooner. In that regard, Kaori's experience shone through. It was an recent enough legend, and it was one you'd hear about even in the countryside, but Hasshaku-sama was a fictional spirit - the irony of that statement was not lost to him - so therefore, if what their esteemed club leader was saying was true, they were pursuing something that didn't exist.
He wrapped his mind around that. He didn't consider himself an inflexible person, quite the opposite in fact, but it wouldn't do to simply assume that this 'Hasshaku' was the culprit. There could be any number of explanations for what Kaori had witnessed. He voiced his opinions to Tomoko.
"I'm not saying you're wrong, Prez, but I feel we're jumping to conclusions a bit to fast," he said. "I usually agree with your decisions and you're instincts haven't failed us yet, so I'll go along with anything you have planned. I just feel it'd be safer if we consider other angles beforehand."
He paused, considering something.
"Although if we're pushing through with the lure plan, I also nominate Asahi as bait." He turned to her. "You're a Kitsune. You can create illusions can't you? You don't even have to be the actual bait, just make it look like there is one."</s>
<|message|>Suzuki Tomoko
For a few moments, Tomoko simply watched as the yokai girls began to fight over who was going to be bait. Of course, she had her own suggestions in mind, but it was a little entertaining to see her club members attempt to figure it out on their own. Especially amusing was Mugi's reaction to being prodded, though Tomoko did remind herself to perhaps talk to Kaori later. It wouldn't do if she started getting... overly frisky again.
But for now...
"You're right, Abe-san," she began, "There's plenty of other possibilities to consider. Indeed, it's not as if a fictional spirit could be the most likely perpetrator, right? There must be plenty of other potential culprits to consider first."
A smile crossed the girl's lips as she took a deep breath.
This was it.
"Or are there?" she asked, rhetorically, "Certainly, it's possible there's others who might want to kidnap a child. But there's a few things that struck me as odd about this case. The park was packed the day Taro-kun disappeared, wasn't it?"
The ghost, who had been watching the bickering herself, nodded swiftly.
"There were a lot of people. It wasn't like there were too many for the kids to have fun, but it would have been hard for anyone to move around without being seen," she replied.
"That's right. We have a kidnapping done in broad daylight, in the middle of a crowded playground, with no witnesses, no signs of a struggle, and not even a cry for help," Tomoko continued, "Taro-kun disappeared without a trace in an instant. Certainly, there's other yokai who exhibit a disturbing interest in children, but there's a reason they're often used as stories to keep children from wandering off alone."
Kappa would attack those who approached water, but there was no water here. And a yamaoba coming down into such a crowded place, in broad daylight...
"They're not known for attacking crowds for a reason. The most likely perpetrator aside from that is a human, which I will admit might seem more likely. However..."
There was no reason to pause like this other than for dramatic effect.
"Would a human kidnapper really be able to make Taro-kun disappear so quickly? Would a human kidnapper then be able to do the same to the other children? Taro-kun isn't the only one who disappeared in broad daylight in a public place. But all of that's simply guesswork. It's not impossible for a human kidnapper, just highly unlikely," she added, "It's Chiba-san's testimony about the tall woman that confirmed my suspicions."
"But... how can a fictional spirit hurt anyone? If she's fictional, she's not real, right?" asked the ghost, Chiba-san.
"Just because something is fictional doesn't mean it's not real," Tomoko answered, still smiling as she explained, "We can trace Hasshaku-sama's origins back to a thread on a certain internet discussion board. It was just a ghost story, with no basis in reality. That ghost story has spread, over and over, between more and more people. The idea that 'Hasshaku-sama is a tall woman who causes children to disappear' has been spread far beyond the original readers."
Tomoko paused for a moment.
"It's not even a particularly frightening story, I never got the appeal, so I can't fathom why anyone would start taking it so seriously! It's a little silly, isn't it?" she commented. "But regardless, Hasshaku-sama spread. It spread to the point where there were plenty of people who didn't even know where it originated. Where some people began to believe it could be true. Human belief sustains gods, and human belief can sustain monsters as well."
The blonde girl gestured idly with her walking stick.
"If, as I believe, Hasshaku-sama is our culprit, she's a monster of human belief. A yokai born from the fact that people believed she could exist. She'd hardly be the first. Kuchisake-onna, Aka Manto, Teke-teke, just to name a few. Mythological yokai are born from nature, or magic. But those from urban legends are formed from belief."
Her walking stick tapped against the ground.
"Regardless, we need to set a trap, don't we?" she asked, her smile turning into something of a smirk, "So who's going to be the bait? If we're going to have a chance at saving those children, we need to draw our perpetrator out!"
She clapped her hands together.
"If I had to make a suggestion... hmmm... Shimamaru-san! You can make yourself appear younger, right? I'm afraid Hasshaku-sama might see through an illusion!" she simply hadn't stopped smiling, even as she suggested one of her club members throw themselves into danger, "Aside from that, Ibaraki-san is strong enough to get away if something goes wrong. Not that it will."
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<|message|>Shimizu Kaori
"Hmm..." Kaori sighed, though a small smile never left her lips. "Fufu, ah, sorry, I got a bit excited. My...guise tends to fall when I do that. Don't worry though, my little Ice-woman." Though, with how things were going it didn't seem like anyone was going for the idea. Tomoko hadn't really offered any alternatives either. Perhaps, yes, perhaps she could still have some fun with this. The spider moved closer to Asahi.
"Hmhm, strong and certainly capable of holding her own. I think Asahi would be an excellent choice in being a decoy." Kaori she flashed Asahi a grin...and suddenly she might feel something digging into her skin. Threads of spider silk had somehow managed to tie themselves across her body.
"I can even, say, tie her up to make it look convincing and easy?~" She seemed quite pleased with herself. "It's highly protective, too~"
Tomoko might need to tell her spider assistant to calm down a bit.</s>
| <|message|>Shimamaru Asahi
"...Heh?"
This Yuuto guy, he... he seriously just nominated her to be bait, too?! What kind of monster would dare suggest using her glorious, fluffy self as bait for anything! Was it jealousy driving them to say such blasphemous things?! Illusions or not, that was no excuse to... wait, her abilities weren't that strong, were they? No way she could make an illusion convincing enough to fool a ghost yet! The flustered fox in the midst of preparing a Nice Girl response that would rebuff the possibility of her abilities being of any use, when of course that little brat had to chime in as well.
"Er, that's..." while Asahi could indeed shapeshift, that was also quite limited as well; her current appearance was all she could really do in regards to looking human, so no altering her apparent age, either. Asahi hated that she couldn't tell if Tomoko was oblivious to her limitations, or knew full well and was taking way too much delight in teasing her. Vengeance was a top priority once this whole matter was settled.
"That, uh... won't quite be..." before Asahi could finish informing the group, Kaori had now approached, unnerving the fox. She found herself unconsciously trying to hold the frozen Mugi closer to her as a form of protection, when the suspicious spider spoke. No way anything good could come from letting this continue on! She opened her mouth to firmly protest, but her voice died into a confused whimper when she felt something constrict against her body. The material felt way too fine to be rope, but nonetheless worryingly sturdy.
The spider had ensnared her. This insane group were hell-bent on sacrificing her supremely fluffy and cuddly self to some strange internet-ghost, and she was powerless to stop them. All she could do was hold Mugi close and hope that being encased in ice would defend her from a terrible fate.</s> |
<|description|>Mugi Yukinoshima
* Age: 16
* Gender: Female
* Race: Yuki-Onna
* Appearance: Mugi looks about her age, maybe slightly younger. Her skin is pale and her hair is white. When she can, she'll wear her traditional japanese outfits which are fitted with some ice packs in warmer climates since it's the most comfortable for her. Her school uniform is worn how it is wanted by the institution.
* Personality: Mugi is a rather kind, yet naive person for the most part. She'll tend to drop what she's doing to help people if they look like they need it. For the most part though, she's motivated by her "fated one" or moreso finding them. Sometimes she has lapse of judgement when it comes to that particular topic.
* Abilities: Mugi, as a Yuki-Onna, has the ability to manipulate the cold and snow and ice. For the most part, she creates a cold breeze with her breath. In addition, to the touch she is rather frigid.
* Skills: KINDNESS! Also knows how to cook, surprisingly.
* Equipment: Kimono, fan and her school uniform and supplies.
* Brief Backstory:
Mugi was raised on a mountaintop Yuki-Onna village. The elder there taught all the children some basic schooling. Most were happy with that and ran off. Mugi, however, was more curious of the world outside the mountain and would ask the elder many questions. Lucky for her, the Elder spent a decent while with humans.
Over the years, the elder taught them more about being a Yuki-Onna and taught them about "Fated Ones". It was an old tradition and one outdated by even Yuki-Onna standards, but it was said that each Yuki-Onna had a fated person that they would be with. Mugi bought into it and asked the Elder all about it. The Elder mentioned that she had met her Fated One a long time ago in the capitol.
One day though, the elder pulled Mugi aside and asked her if she wanted to go look for her Fated One in civilization. Mugi, of course, emphatically said yes. With a smile, the Elder took care of that...</s>
<|message|>Shimizu Kaori
She was starting to get an idea of what was going on here. A woman kidnapping children? That ruled out quite a few of the youkai previously discussed. In fact, that only left a handful that could be responsible. Perhaps she was being a bit quick to judge here, but she liked to think she knew her way around happenings such as this. She had been around awhile, after all, even if she might have normally been the culprit of such things.
"Hm, in cases like this coincidences are unlikely." She replied to the spirit, releasing her grip on Mugi now that she probably understood she wasn't in any danger of being eaten by the ghost. "Tomo-chan, this doesn't sound like something like me." Taking everything into account, it couldn't be. Someone, though, had made a suggestion that could be something of a similar nature. "Something a little more recent. Something from what you might call an Urban Legend."
Kaori sighed, frowning lightly.
"I do hope she hasn't harmed them. I might be angry if she did." Despite the languid tone with which that was said, there was a certain edge to the words. "But to confirm...was there anything odd about this woman? Maybe her height, or the way she was dressed?"</s>
<|message|>Abe Yuuto (安倍 優斗)
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Abe YuutoBurgeoning Onmyoji
Asahi - @RolePlayerRoxas
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"You can add whatever Asahi is to that list president," thought Yuuto, resisting the urge to chuckle as the young woman hid behind him, much like Tomoko and Akari. It was also fairly embarrassing since she was really close but pointing that out would embarrass her in turn. Anyway, they had more important matters to discuss.
Th information provided by the spirit was worrying. At the very least it provided confirmation that the incident they were investigating was supernatural in nature. The information she had given that was invaluable - a woman spirit was here at the scene of the kidnappings. That was a huge lead, and something they'd have to follow up on quickly.
Yuuto's fist clenched and he took a shaky breath as the girl painted the scenario of that day. He could just imagine it. A child simply enjoying themselves, playing games, while blissfully unaware of the danger they were in. The child disappears and the parents look around, at first exasperate that their child had gotten lost, until that exasperation quickly turns to fear as their child fails to show any sign of himself, and no trace of them would be found for days and days.
This scenario had played out seven times now, he thought, and for a brief instant he saw red. His viewpoint overlapped with another's from a time long ago, carrying with it the emotions of that time.
The teen smiled at the ghost, trying to put on what he hoped was a reassuring smile. It felt so, so brittle to him. "Don't worry. We'll get to the bottom of this. P-president is reliable after all, and I'm rather handy myself."
First things first. They had to find that woman. It was likely that she was the culprit, but also a big chance that she wasn't, and was simply in the wrong place at the wrong time. If she wasn't the culprit, then at least they would have another potential witness. If she was...
The sooner they resolve this incident, the better.</s>
<|message|>Mugi Yukinoshima
Mugi was practically hiding behind Kaori still, somewhat feeling safer due to her words of protection. She skitted her eyes over everyone present. The... G-ghost.... Tomoko.... Kaori, Abe, Mikoto, Asahi... ahh, then there was the other youkai doing the same thing she was. Her vision laid on the Oni for a couple of seconds before darting to the ghost-girl and carefully studying her. She didn't seem to be as scary as when she first appeared... She didn't seem to be one of those "poltergeists" that the Elder told her a scary story about one time. They made houses implode into other dimensions! How terrifying! Could even a youkai combat that!? How scary was America if that was something that happened!?
Mugi calmed her thoughts a bit. No, this ghost didn't seem to make portals to other realms or dimensions so it was most probably safe to talk to her. Still, her grip on Kaori tightened slightly. The spider would feel a stronger cold on her arm as the Yuki-Onna pulled closer, listening to the Kaori's question.
Mugi's head was wracking. This story seemed familiar to her somehow. It was... Hmmm... Something.... Something.... She swallowed hard and pulled forward a head of Kaori a slight bit to ask her own question. "O-o-oh! A-and! Question! Question!" Mugi stated as if asking for permission like she learned she needed to have in school. Still, she didn't wait long as she gave just long enough to take a breath. "Did the woman say anything!?" She exclaimed, nervous talking to a ghost like this.</s>
<|message|>Ibaraki Akari
Disappearing children... whilst the apparent need to hide behind the karakasa had abated, Akari had yet to move from the spot, and was trying to remember what advice was given to children just in case there was something spelled out in such common advice they all ought to know and help with. Unfortunately, now that it came down to it... the only such advice that she remembered being given was "If anybody does something weird, break both of their legs and come home". That... probably wasn't the case here and no doubt wouldn't have worked on some kind of disappearing ghostly figure anyway...</s>
<|message|>Shimamaru Asahi
Asahi couldn't help but glare a little suspiciously at the cute ghost, still. Although she'd stepped away from her hiding spot behind Yuuto, the young kitsune couldn't bring herself to trust something that could switch between terrifying and adorable so easily! Still, even the vindictive vixen had trouble maintaining any kind of animosity by the time the ghost had given her testimony. Another spirit being the probable culprit of these disappearances? It certainly made sense, though Asahi wondered how much help she could be against that. Several other club members were surely more suited to dealing with the incorporeal, even putting Tomoko aside.
With nothing to add to the questions already given, Asahi could only wait ofr some sort of answer, and they could get onto... somehow apprehending the ghost or whatever it was doing this.</s>
<|message|>Suzuki Tomoko
Tomoko considered the information that the ghost had provided thus far. A female apparition that no-one else seemed to see... and yet she didn't anticipate that the perpetrator was a ghost. A wandering ghost was unlikely to possess the power to cause children to simply vanish, something like that would demand far more power then the average disembodied soul without a concrete location to anchor itself would be capable of mustering. Even a ghost like the one they were speaking to now, fully capable of interacting with children, would not have the capability to simply cause those children to vanish.
Kaori, however, had hit upon a line of questioning that Tomoko had wanted to pursue almost from the outset.
"Her height? How she dressed?" the ghost asked, cocking her head.
"Specifically, I think Kaori-san wants to know... if she was perhaps exceptionally tall, and wearing a white sundress and matching hat," Tomoko said, waiving her hand as she did.
She was certain now, but she wanted confirmation.
"Oh... how did you know?! That's exactly what she was wearing! ... Is that bad or good?" the ghost immediately seemed uncertain. "She was also making a weird sound... I think... po...?"
"You've confirmed my suspicions, good work!" declared Tomoko brightly, flashing a thumbs up towards the ghost, who seemed surprised for the moment that what she's said was enough to confirm anything.
"I was already suspecting we might be dealing with something like this," she said, as she turned to her club members, "But now I know for sure. We're not dealing with an ancient mountain hag, a displaced kappa, or anything like that. We're dealing with something quite a bit more urban!"
The blonde girl tapped the tip of her walking stick against the ground.
"Our perpetrator is Hasshaku-sama!"
She paused for a moment, for dramatic effect.
"Oh! I've heard children talk about that, what is it?" asked the ghost. It was only natural she didn't know, having died before the internet existed.
"She's a ghost, or a yokai depending on who you ask," Tomoko explained, "Who focuses largely on children. She takes them away, in most tellings, which is something I'm counting on. But the important thing to know is this: Hasshaku-sama is entirely fictional."
The ghost stared blankly.
"Eeeh? Then how is she the culprit...?"
Tomoko brushed the question off.
"What we need to do now is figure out how we're going to lure her out!"
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<|message|>Shimizu Kaori
Perhaps she should explain? But seeing Tomoko so excited was adorable.
hmm.
No, better not. She'll let her explain later.
"Fufu, well, if its something we're hunting, then wouldn't a trap be the best thing?" Kaori suggested. They could spend days or weeks actively hunting this. The only clue they had would be possibly those who went missing friends, but they couldn't watch every single one of them. She might have had her spiders, but they could only do things so fast. "I doubt a weak youkai like her could break my threads."
She reached over, pulling Mugi close again and wrapping an arm around her shoulder, the Yuki-Onna's face conveniently resting against her chest. It'd be rude to say no to a still cowering maiden. She could endure a bit of cold for this, yes.
"Hm...we'd just need something like...bait? Tomo-chan? Or maybe Akari-chan?" While they responded, Mugi would suddenly feel a slight poke on her butt. Conveniently, at the same time, a few spider legs appeared behind Kaori.
Purely coincidence.</s>
| <|message|>Mugi Yukinoshima
Hasshaku-sama sounded familiar! Or, the story did. Mugi was pretty much happy with herself! But... Lure her out? Other than a kid she might like or something? She had no idea. In fact, this isn't what she imagined she'd be doing with this club in the first place... Though... What was she expecting really? She didn't know. Another thing she didn't exactly expect was the spider pulling her close and then something poking her butt.
She was still in a partial fight or flight mental state and jumped away when she felt that something poke her butt. "Yaaah!!" Mugi screamed as she jumped forward and landed next to the fox girl and wrapped her arms around Asahi's. "W-w-w-what was that!?" The Yuki-Onna questioned, looking back at her friend who didn't seem to move. "S-s-spider-legs?" She questioned, looking the girl up and down. Was that the type of Youkai Kaori was? Wait, was it a spider leg that poked her? She tightened her grip on the fox's and realized she did it not long after. "Ah! S-sorry... Ummm.... M-my apologies!" She stuttered out finally, not seeming to let go of the fox's arm.</s> |
<|description|>Mugi Yukinoshima
* Age: 16
* Gender: Female
* Race: Yuki-Onna
* Appearance: Mugi looks about her age, maybe slightly younger. Her skin is pale and her hair is white. When she can, she'll wear her traditional japanese outfits which are fitted with some ice packs in warmer climates since it's the most comfortable for her. Her school uniform is worn how it is wanted by the institution.
* Personality: Mugi is a rather kind, yet naive person for the most part. She'll tend to drop what she's doing to help people if they look like they need it. For the most part though, she's motivated by her "fated one" or moreso finding them. Sometimes she has lapse of judgement when it comes to that particular topic.
* Abilities: Mugi, as a Yuki-Onna, has the ability to manipulate the cold and snow and ice. For the most part, she creates a cold breeze with her breath. In addition, to the touch she is rather frigid.
* Skills: KINDNESS! Also knows how to cook, surprisingly.
* Equipment: Kimono, fan and her school uniform and supplies.
* Brief Backstory:
Mugi was raised on a mountaintop Yuki-Onna village. The elder there taught all the children some basic schooling. Most were happy with that and ran off. Mugi, however, was more curious of the world outside the mountain and would ask the elder many questions. Lucky for her, the Elder spent a decent while with humans.
Over the years, the elder taught them more about being a Yuki-Onna and taught them about "Fated Ones". It was an old tradition and one outdated by even Yuki-Onna standards, but it was said that each Yuki-Onna had a fated person that they would be with. Mugi bought into it and asked the Elder all about it. The Elder mentioned that she had met her Fated One a long time ago in the capitol.
One day though, the elder pulled Mugi aside and asked her if she wanted to go look for her Fated One in civilization. Mugi, of course, emphatically said yes. With a smile, the Elder took care of that...</s>
<|message|>Ibaraki Akari
"B-Bait?" Akari asked, looking... well, vaguely horrified at the insinuation of pretending to be a child and being offered up as a sacrifice to a youkai that apparently didn't exist. However that worked, it wasn't the sort of thing that her mother had ever explained a ton. Surely there was someone better...? Tomo might have been too obvious, but Akari was still an oni and that might be realised and who would want to abduct an oni?
Too many people, probably, she still didn't seem that strong, but...
"C-Couldn't Shimamaru do it? She's a fox!"</s>
<|message|>Shimamaru Asahi
Hasshaku-sama? The name was vaguely familiar to Asahi, but it wasn't a creature she was overly-familiar with. If it were supposed to be a fictional being, then Asahi had probably not bothered to learn anything about it. She was certainly regretting that choice now, but at least they knew what they were dealing with now!
As for baiting this thing out... as much fun as it would be to have Tomoko play that role, it would be far more feasible to have the tiny oni act like a cute child, right? BEfore Asahi could voice this opinion, her mouth made a strange, high-pitched yelp when a loud yell sounded nearby, and a cold body suddenly clung to her arm, Cheeks flushed slightly, Asahi looked down at Mugi, then at the strange spider girl showing off her legs, quickly putting together what seemed to happen. Ugh, that darn arachnid had to go and embarrass her like that! Now wasn't the time to enact vengeance though, so she forced a wavering smile onto her face. It was a good thing she could blame her shaking on Mugi's frozen air.
"D-don't worry about that, you just st-startled me a little," Asahi chuckled, "anyway... about the b-"
Hold up. Hold up. Did that bratty little terror just suggest she be the bait instead?!
"Wa-wait a minute, wh-what does me being a fox have to d-do with anything?!" the class president stammered, completely missing the most obvious reason why a kitsune would be suggested to put on an act, "y-you're the small and cute one, Ibaraki-san! You'd be far more effective as bait!"</s>
<|message|>Abe Yuuto (安倍 優斗)
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Abe YuutoBurgeoning Onmyoji
Asahi - @RolePlayerRoxas
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As his clubmates fought over who had the honor of being bate, Yuuto nodded, smiling pleasantly as he took note of something that he'd been curious about for awhile.
"Ah, so a Kitsune and a Jorogumo. I guessed as much." Well that was one minor mystery solved, now on to the bigger one. Hasshaku-sama. He was familiar with the urban legend, and he chided himself for not thinking of it sooner. In that regard, Kaori's experience shone through. It was an recent enough legend, and it was one you'd hear about even in the countryside, but Hasshaku-sama was a fictional spirit - the irony of that statement was not lost to him - so therefore, if what their esteemed club leader was saying was true, they were pursuing something that didn't exist.
He wrapped his mind around that. He didn't consider himself an inflexible person, quite the opposite in fact, but it wouldn't do to simply assume that this 'Hasshaku' was the culprit. There could be any number of explanations for what Kaori had witnessed. He voiced his opinions to Tomoko.
"I'm not saying you're wrong, Prez, but I feel we're jumping to conclusions a bit to fast," he said. "I usually agree with your decisions and you're instincts haven't failed us yet, so I'll go along with anything you have planned. I just feel it'd be safer if we consider other angles beforehand."
He paused, considering something.
"Although if we're pushing through with the lure plan, I also nominate Asahi as bait." He turned to her. "You're a Kitsune. You can create illusions can't you? You don't even have to be the actual bait, just make it look like there is one."</s>
<|message|>Suzuki Tomoko
For a few moments, Tomoko simply watched as the yokai girls began to fight over who was going to be bait. Of course, she had her own suggestions in mind, but it was a little entertaining to see her club members attempt to figure it out on their own. Especially amusing was Mugi's reaction to being prodded, though Tomoko did remind herself to perhaps talk to Kaori later. It wouldn't do if she started getting... overly frisky again.
But for now...
"You're right, Abe-san," she began, "There's plenty of other possibilities to consider. Indeed, it's not as if a fictional spirit could be the most likely perpetrator, right? There must be plenty of other potential culprits to consider first."
A smile crossed the girl's lips as she took a deep breath.
This was it.
"Or are there?" she asked, rhetorically, "Certainly, it's possible there's others who might want to kidnap a child. But there's a few things that struck me as odd about this case. The park was packed the day Taro-kun disappeared, wasn't it?"
The ghost, who had been watching the bickering herself, nodded swiftly.
"There were a lot of people. It wasn't like there were too many for the kids to have fun, but it would have been hard for anyone to move around without being seen," she replied.
"That's right. We have a kidnapping done in broad daylight, in the middle of a crowded playground, with no witnesses, no signs of a struggle, and not even a cry for help," Tomoko continued, "Taro-kun disappeared without a trace in an instant. Certainly, there's other yokai who exhibit a disturbing interest in children, but there's a reason they're often used as stories to keep children from wandering off alone."
Kappa would attack those who approached water, but there was no water here. And a yamaoba coming down into such a crowded place, in broad daylight...
"They're not known for attacking crowds for a reason. The most likely perpetrator aside from that is a human, which I will admit might seem more likely. However..."
There was no reason to pause like this other than for dramatic effect.
"Would a human kidnapper really be able to make Taro-kun disappear so quickly? Would a human kidnapper then be able to do the same to the other children? Taro-kun isn't the only one who disappeared in broad daylight in a public place. But all of that's simply guesswork. It's not impossible for a human kidnapper, just highly unlikely," she added, "It's Chiba-san's testimony about the tall woman that confirmed my suspicions."
"But... how can a fictional spirit hurt anyone? If she's fictional, she's not real, right?" asked the ghost, Chiba-san.
"Just because something is fictional doesn't mean it's not real," Tomoko answered, still smiling as she explained, "We can trace Hasshaku-sama's origins back to a thread on a certain internet discussion board. It was just a ghost story, with no basis in reality. That ghost story has spread, over and over, between more and more people. The idea that 'Hasshaku-sama is a tall woman who causes children to disappear' has been spread far beyond the original readers."
Tomoko paused for a moment.
"It's not even a particularly frightening story, I never got the appeal, so I can't fathom why anyone would start taking it so seriously! It's a little silly, isn't it?" she commented. "But regardless, Hasshaku-sama spread. It spread to the point where there were plenty of people who didn't even know where it originated. Where some people began to believe it could be true. Human belief sustains gods, and human belief can sustain monsters as well."
The blonde girl gestured idly with her walking stick.
"If, as I believe, Hasshaku-sama is our culprit, she's a monster of human belief. A yokai born from the fact that people believed she could exist. She'd hardly be the first. Kuchisake-onna, Aka Manto, Teke-teke, just to name a few. Mythological yokai are born from nature, or magic. But those from urban legends are formed from belief."
Her walking stick tapped against the ground.
"Regardless, we need to set a trap, don't we?" she asked, her smile turning into something of a smirk, "So who's going to be the bait? If we're going to have a chance at saving those children, we need to draw our perpetrator out!"
She clapped her hands together.
"If I had to make a suggestion... hmmm... Shimamaru-san! You can make yourself appear younger, right? I'm afraid Hasshaku-sama might see through an illusion!" she simply hadn't stopped smiling, even as she suggested one of her club members throw themselves into danger, "Aside from that, Ibaraki-san is strong enough to get away if something goes wrong. Not that it will."
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<|message|>Shimizu Kaori
"Hmm..." Kaori sighed, though a small smile never left her lips. "Fufu, ah, sorry, I got a bit excited. My...guise tends to fall when I do that. Don't worry though, my little Ice-woman." Though, with how things were going it didn't seem like anyone was going for the idea. Tomoko hadn't really offered any alternatives either. Perhaps, yes, perhaps she could still have some fun with this. The spider moved closer to Asahi.
"Hmhm, strong and certainly capable of holding her own. I think Asahi would be an excellent choice in being a decoy." Kaori she flashed Asahi a grin...and suddenly she might feel something digging into her skin. Threads of spider silk had somehow managed to tie themselves across her body.
"I can even, say, tie her up to make it look convincing and easy?~" She seemed quite pleased with herself. "It's highly protective, too~"
Tomoko might need to tell her spider assistant to calm down a bit.</s>
<|message|>Shimamaru Asahi
"...Heh?"
This Yuuto guy, he... he seriously just nominated her to be bait, too?! What kind of monster would dare suggest using her glorious, fluffy self as bait for anything! Was it jealousy driving them to say such blasphemous things?! Illusions or not, that was no excuse to... wait, her abilities weren't that strong, were they? No way she could make an illusion convincing enough to fool a ghost yet! The flustered fox in the midst of preparing a Nice Girl response that would rebuff the possibility of her abilities being of any use, when of course that little brat had to chime in as well.
"Er, that's..." while Asahi could indeed shapeshift, that was also quite limited as well; her current appearance was all she could really do in regards to looking human, so no altering her apparent age, either. Asahi hated that she couldn't tell if Tomoko was oblivious to her limitations, or knew full well and was taking way too much delight in teasing her. Vengeance was a top priority once this whole matter was settled.
"That, uh... won't quite be..." before Asahi could finish informing the group, Kaori had now approached, unnerving the fox. She found herself unconsciously trying to hold the frozen Mugi closer to her as a form of protection, when the suspicious spider spoke. No way anything good could come from letting this continue on! She opened her mouth to firmly protest, but her voice died into a confused whimper when she felt something constrict against her body. The material felt way too fine to be rope, but nonetheless worryingly sturdy.
The spider had ensnared her. This insane group were hell-bent on sacrificing her supremely fluffy and cuddly self to some strange internet-ghost, and she was powerless to stop them. All she could do was hold Mugi close and hope that being encased in ice would defend her from a terrible fate.</s>
| <|message|>Mugi Yukinoshima
There were plenty of things to be scared of in this world. A truck hitting you while crossing the street. Food poisoning. Knives flying at you. And spiders tying you up to suck the marrow from your bones later! "W-w-wait!" Mugi exclaimed as she felt tough spider silk wrapping around her and Asahi both. "A-are we going to become urban legend food bait together!?" That said... Asahi pulled her close. "Eh-heh-heh..." She muttered as she basically cuddled back. Well, it's not like Tomoko would let the spider eat her... And she was probably too old to lure in the target. So she just took the time to try cuddling with this fluffy Class President.
"Hehe... President feels all soft and cuddly." The Yuki-Onna muttered aloud as she rubbed her face against Asahi's innocently. One thing Asahi would notice is... For all the lack of actually touching Mugi, this is the first time she noticed just how much cooler she was than a normal person.</s> |
<|description|>Kiyohara Homura
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Appearance:
Full character artwork is pretty huge, so it just gets a link.
Homura is, at least appearance-wise, a fairly unassuming young lady high school student. She doesn't dress to stand out, most of the time, wears glasses, and has long black hair with very visible white streaks in it. Take your best shot, she's heard and deflected them all, by now. Homura is usually seen carrying a shinai bag. Its contents vary between practice weapons and her actual one, depending on the circumstances.
Possession mode appearance
When possessed by her sword, Most of Homura's hair turns white, and the streaks that were already white instead take on a luminous red hue.
Personality:
Homura, despite her name, is a cool and collected individual. She tends to remain calm in most situations and isn't the sort to back down from a threatening opponent. She is polite, kind, and dutiful, and takes her training seriously. Her somewhat detached approach to life can easily lead to her being "spacey", and it's not altogether inaccurate. She'd miss quite a lot if she didn't have a second set of eyes watching out for her.
Homura's life isn't all training in kendo to inherit the family's style and continue the family business as a youkai hunter. She enjoys anime and video games in her spare time, and plays some sort of otome game on her smartphone almost religiously. When particularly nervous or flustered, she has a habit of messing with her glasses, usually cleaning them.
Vermillion Harvest Moon (Mizuki)
Although "only" a sword, Mizuki deserves her own entry as well. She tends to view Homura with parental concern, and is often the one who has to warn her wielder of impending danger, especially of the supernatural sort. She's not above a considerable amount of sass when she does, either. She seeks to understand humans through combat, or so she claims. Of the two, she's often the more aggressive one, though beyond rattling in her sheath of her own accord, these aspects tend to only manifest when possessing Homura.
Abilities:
Homura herself is a more or less ordinary human, with the physical abilities one would expect. Also she has myopia, not that it's a useful ability.
Her family has been youkai hunters for generations, and she trains in the family martial and exorcism arts. She can write talismans, but she has little to no talent for imbuing them with actual power. She does have a knack for things relating to her own body. She can enhance her own balance and lighten her body, to remain sure-footed in any situation, and stand on surfaces that otherwise would not support her. She can also leap exceptionally long distances horizontally or vertically.
Homura's sword, Vermillion Harvest Moon is a tsukumogami. It has lived, and fought, for generations, and carries volumes of experience in combat. As a youkai weapon, it's also quite dangerous to youkai and spirits of various sorts. It is also perfectly capable of speech, even when not possessing someone.
Through contact, the sword can possess someone to act as its wielder (or, perhaps,to wield their body as an extension of the weapon). In the case of the youkai hunters of the Kiyohara family, ancient blood contracts render this possession into more of a collaboration, where the youkai hunter is usually still in control of their actions, and merely benefits from essentially becoming a half-youkai while under its effects, gaining increased physical capabilities.
Skills:
Homura is training in her family's form of exorcism arts, primarily using swords or unarmed strikes. She's as good as one would expect for someone raised in a dojo.
She can follow a recipe and cook well enough, and is also quite good at making tea. Decent calligraphy skills, from making talismans and charms. Reasonably adept gamer.
Equipment:
Vermillion Harvest Moon - The Kiyohara family's heirloom katana, and a tsukumogami in its own right. The spirit of the sword tends to go by the name "Mizuki."
Smartphone, glasses, stockings, etc. If it's the sort of mundane thing a teenage girl would have, she probably has it.
Brief Backstory:
Homura is an ordinary girl, her family just has an unusual job. They're youkai hunters, and have been for generations. In the modern day, the true calling is hardly as important as it used to be, but that certainly doesn't stop the passing down of the old traditions.
Homura began training from a young age at the family dojo, learning the ways of a youkai hunter. She didn't necessarily understand why she had to go through such harsh training, but she was in no position to question it, either. She'd never even heard of a youkai terrorizing anyone outside of fairy tales. Or maybe some of those bedtime stories were family history? Regardless, while there might still be a need for youkai hunters, both the hunter and the prey have gotten subtler and adopted modern methods of living. Her family runs a cafe.
As the current heir to her family's style, Homura wields the family sword, a tsukumogami blade. Given the state of her hair, she's definitely had occasion to do so in the past, as the longer one remains possessed by the sword, the more of the victim's hair turns permanently white.
While she avoided the repeated attempts of her high school's kendo club to recruit her, she was given an offer she couldn't refuse, when it came to the occult club.</s>
<|message|>Shimizu Kaori
Shimizu Kaori
Occult Investigation Club Room
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"Weh? Little Akari is accusing me~" Kaori responded with an all too fake pout. "I suppose I'll just have to hug my little comfort Tomoko harder to ease away this pain~" Aside from squeezing the Mujina harder and rubbing its head, as Tomoko and the others continued, the spider would content herself to stay silent. So no more information was to be had then. Whisked away all at varying times without rhyme or reason. Tomoko was right, too. Most youkai would stay away from such popular areas...
Unless, of course their natural habitat was a more metropolitan area. As Tomoko was saying, something about modern urban legends and such seemed to fit more than more traditional Youkai. Something created because someone believed it to exist? So a potential Youkai of modern descent that liked kidnapping little kids. Sadly, she was less familiar with such modern Youkai.
"...Ah? Old? I'm not sure what you mean, you trash loving racoon. If you're going to insult me at least make it a fun one that I can enjoy, hmph. I'm no older than the cute little ghost currently making a mess on the table." Was she upset? No, not really. She didn't mind the insults, and if anything she was always amused when someone tried too. She'd have played with the Tanuki a bit more, but at the moment a more pressing matter was at hand.
"Ah! A spirit Invocation, ehe. Yes that's perfect." Shina would find a spider descending from the ceiling and deciding to spin a web in her hair, making a mess of it as Kaori would turn to Tomoko. "Ehe, isn't my Tomoko just the smartest?"</s>
<|message|>Ibaraki Akari
Ibaraki Akari
If anyone else in the room had opted to hug the shy girl, she would have overreacted... and likely gone completely still so as to not potentially break someone's arm by accident. With the tanuki wrapped around her head and promising to protect her from... debt collectors, for some reason, her response was far more subdued: simply a luminescent blush as she was pulled into the much older youkai's head, and a plaintive "Aunt Shiiiinaaaaa, I was drinking..."
Whatever this abducting youkai was, it sounded scary. It could pop up in broad daylight even if nobody was there? What if it got confused and went for the wrong person, or if it got stronger after eating children and decided it wanted to work its way upwards? Akari wasn't intimidating at all! She would have to bribe Hina to stay here after all if it wasn't finished today.
"C-Can't I just stay here? I can't hit ghosts!" And ghosts were scary too! You couldn't hit them and get them to stop whatever they were doing! All she had to rely on was strength, why did they need to go upset an onryo or something by accident when asking questions as well? She didn't want to watch a creepy video and die!</s>
<|message|>Hina
Hina, beautiful, talented, and without a doubt the coolest and most popular girl in the room, immediately took some paper and a pencil out and began drawing. She needed to express herself, to get the others to understand her genius.
"I'm not a glutton," she shot at the fox boy, cookie crumbs all over her face.
"I don't even need food, I just eat it because it's there," she exclaimed, unaware that this made her sound even more gluttonous and very insensitive to everyone who actually needed food to survive.
Her line art was coming along quite nicely. It was only a sketch, but she was, despite her idiotic posturing, both quick and talented as an artist. Of course, she was still listening to Tomoko, but this picture could be important to the investigation later.
"Hm... hm... urban legends, you say... maybe if it turns out they all went missing in the bathroom, it'll be Hanako the toilet ghost. Big fan of her work, scaring Humans all the time," Hina said, nodding, "but... yeah~ it might be good to speak to a ghost. They don't have much better to do than hang around watching people, and they're- hey!"
Hina scowled at the spider, attempting to screw her face into something scary, but only succeeded at making herself look like a child about to throw a tantrum for a cool toy.
"Don't compare yourself with me, granny. It makes me sound old. I'm only older than everyone when it benefits me, but otherwise I'm young and adorable and everyone should give me stuff."
Hina put the finishing touches on her picture, and proudly presented it to everyone. It was a picture of a Nurikabe with sunglasses and a skateboard, and it had its hand on a wall behind a blushing Tomoko. The picture was titled 'Nurikabedon' and Hina smiled proudly. It was a rough sketch, but well done. She would pin it to the investigation board later, with all her other cool pictures, most of which involved other club members in swimsuits.
"See? You could definitely get kidnapped by something like this. It's so cool, but also funny..."
Then, Akari said something that turned on some alarm bells. Ghosts were borderline unpunchable. That could be a problem, in case the ghost wanted to do something scary. Hina's eyes widened.
"Ghosts are scary and unpunchable," Hina, the unpunchable kinda-half-ghost exclaimed, "h-how are we gonna deal with something that terrifying?"</s>
| <|message|>Kiyohara Homura
"Meaningful glances aside, I don't actually believe you're the type to do such a thing," Homura started with Kaori. "Were all the victims female? Or male? Either might suggest something."
They really didn't have a lot to go on, though. Just a list of currently unsolved disappearances, so there's definitely going to be a need to get on the case, as it were. Homura tried one of the cookies with her tea, while Tomoko explained the plan. Asking a spirit to catch a spirit sounded like the right idea. Certainly better than harassing any onmyouji around in case they had a shikigami who happened to notice something.
"That's definitely one way to get a lead. It's been a while since I did anything like that, but it's not like I'm an expert at calling someone up. I can help with drawing up the ofuda, at least." For a yokai hunter, Homura really was more the meathead type, unfortunately.
"Hey now," a bright voice like steel on steel rang out from Homura's sword caddy. "If you can't hit a ghost with your bare hands, you don't have the right tool, that's all." Mizuki was, of course, referring to herself. "Not that you should need to fight anything you're calling up yourselves, unless you really screw up."
Homura couldn't help but crack up at Hina's pun. "I guess that could work." She also did her best to give a solid answer to her question about ghosts. "Usually, one deals with ghosts with means other than punching them. Toss some salt at one, or have the right charms and you can trap them or chase them away, that sort of thing."</s> |
<|description|>Kiyohara Homura
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Appearance:
Full character artwork is pretty huge, so it just gets a link.
Homura is, at least appearance-wise, a fairly unassuming young lady high school student. She doesn't dress to stand out, most of the time, wears glasses, and has long black hair with very visible white streaks in it. Take your best shot, she's heard and deflected them all, by now. Homura is usually seen carrying a shinai bag. Its contents vary between practice weapons and her actual one, depending on the circumstances.
Possession mode appearance
When possessed by her sword, Most of Homura's hair turns white, and the streaks that were already white instead take on a luminous red hue.
Personality:
Homura, despite her name, is a cool and collected individual. She tends to remain calm in most situations and isn't the sort to back down from a threatening opponent. She is polite, kind, and dutiful, and takes her training seriously. Her somewhat detached approach to life can easily lead to her being "spacey", and it's not altogether inaccurate. She'd miss quite a lot if she didn't have a second set of eyes watching out for her.
Homura's life isn't all training in kendo to inherit the family's style and continue the family business as a youkai hunter. She enjoys anime and video games in her spare time, and plays some sort of otome game on her smartphone almost religiously. When particularly nervous or flustered, she has a habit of messing with her glasses, usually cleaning them.
Vermillion Harvest Moon (Mizuki)
Although "only" a sword, Mizuki deserves her own entry as well. She tends to view Homura with parental concern, and is often the one who has to warn her wielder of impending danger, especially of the supernatural sort. She's not above a considerable amount of sass when she does, either. She seeks to understand humans through combat, or so she claims. Of the two, she's often the more aggressive one, though beyond rattling in her sheath of her own accord, these aspects tend to only manifest when possessing Homura.
Abilities:
Homura herself is a more or less ordinary human, with the physical abilities one would expect. Also she has myopia, not that it's a useful ability.
Her family has been youkai hunters for generations, and she trains in the family martial and exorcism arts. She can write talismans, but she has little to no talent for imbuing them with actual power. She does have a knack for things relating to her own body. She can enhance her own balance and lighten her body, to remain sure-footed in any situation, and stand on surfaces that otherwise would not support her. She can also leap exceptionally long distances horizontally or vertically.
Homura's sword, Vermillion Harvest Moon is a tsukumogami. It has lived, and fought, for generations, and carries volumes of experience in combat. As a youkai weapon, it's also quite dangerous to youkai and spirits of various sorts. It is also perfectly capable of speech, even when not possessing someone.
Through contact, the sword can possess someone to act as its wielder (or, perhaps,to wield their body as an extension of the weapon). In the case of the youkai hunters of the Kiyohara family, ancient blood contracts render this possession into more of a collaboration, where the youkai hunter is usually still in control of their actions, and merely benefits from essentially becoming a half-youkai while under its effects, gaining increased physical capabilities.
Skills:
Homura is training in her family's form of exorcism arts, primarily using swords or unarmed strikes. She's as good as one would expect for someone raised in a dojo.
She can follow a recipe and cook well enough, and is also quite good at making tea. Decent calligraphy skills, from making talismans and charms. Reasonably adept gamer.
Equipment:
Vermillion Harvest Moon - The Kiyohara family's heirloom katana, and a tsukumogami in its own right. The spirit of the sword tends to go by the name "Mizuki."
Smartphone, glasses, stockings, etc. If it's the sort of mundane thing a teenage girl would have, she probably has it.
Brief Backstory:
Homura is an ordinary girl, her family just has an unusual job. They're youkai hunters, and have been for generations. In the modern day, the true calling is hardly as important as it used to be, but that certainly doesn't stop the passing down of the old traditions.
Homura began training from a young age at the family dojo, learning the ways of a youkai hunter. She didn't necessarily understand why she had to go through such harsh training, but she was in no position to question it, either. She'd never even heard of a youkai terrorizing anyone outside of fairy tales. Or maybe some of those bedtime stories were family history? Regardless, while there might still be a need for youkai hunters, both the hunter and the prey have gotten subtler and adopted modern methods of living. Her family runs a cafe.
As the current heir to her family's style, Homura wields the family sword, a tsukumogami blade. Given the state of her hair, she's definitely had occasion to do so in the past, as the longer one remains possessed by the sword, the more of the victim's hair turns permanently white.
While she avoided the repeated attempts of her high school's kendo club to recruit her, she was given an offer she couldn't refuse, when it came to the occult club.</s>
<|message|>Suzuki Tomoko
"No karuta today, I'm afraid," Tomoko added, smiling as she did.
"Mumumumuuuu..." the ghost seemed to fume for a few moments, hands clenched into fists at her sides, "And I was sure I was going to win this time!"
Tomoko simply kept smiling.
She'd never lost a single game.
The ghost was distracted for a moment when Hina came close, and offered her tips on how to beat Tomoko... or an OC? The ghost had no idea what an OC was, but she definitely wouldn't reject getting a drawing of one.
"Wow, I was going to help anyway, but that sounds amazing, let's do it!" she said, cheerfully, in response to the zashiki-warashi's offers.
"Your frightening form was good enough to scare both an oni," commented the blonde girl, "So at least you can count that as a win."
"Heeeeh?! Really?! An oni!? Wow!" the ghost exclaimed, clearly excited at the fact that she'd managed to frighten a yokai. Tomoko declined to mention the fact that Akari was irrationally scared of ghosts to begin with. There was no need to spoil the ghost's mood, at least not at the moment. After all, they wanted to ask her some questions, and making her upset wouldn't have helped in that goal at all. "Fufufu, I'm really impressive, aren't I?"
At the compliment from Kaori, the ghost's aura of smugness seemed to grow in power. But with it came some concern.
"Disappearances...?" asked the kimono-clad phantom, a frown coming across her lips. "Does she mean disappearances, ojou-sama? Like, the kind you might deal with?!"
"That's right," Tomoko said, unable to help but be mildly amused at the fact the ghost felt the need to clarify this to herself and choosing to elaborate on her club members' words, "Seven children have vanished in the surrounding area this month alone, and one of them was last Friday in this very park. Since you haunt this playground, we were wondering if you might know anything. Did you see anything strange last Friday afternoon?"
The ghost looked thoughtful for a few moments. Perhaps some people would think it odd to ask a ghost if she saw anything strange, but what Tomoko was looking for was anything that the ghost felt did not match up to ordinary events. After all, if she haunted this location and saw the usual routine day in and day out, something that did not match that would naturally stand out. Even if she hadn't directly seen the disappearance...
"Well, a few kids noticed me, so I was playing hide and seek with them!" declared the ghost, clearly considering this to be a happy memory, "But when I got done with that... I remember there was a woman I'd never seen around before."
"A woman that you'd never seen before?" Tomoko asked. At first glance, there was nothing particularly unusual about that. Surely new people showed up to the playground all the time, bringing their children with them. But the fact that it had specifically stood out to the ghost...
"That's right! She didn't have any children with her or anything," continued the girl phantom, "And I remember thinking that was strange because adults don't normally show up to the playground on their own, at least not the good kind of adults. So I decided I was going to keep an eye on her, and spook her if she tried anything with the kids! But then I noticed that no-one else seemed to see her... so I think she must have been a ghost like me."
A phantom woman who appeared the same day as Makishima Taro disappeared, at the same time? Tomoko had long since concluded coincidences were a rarity, and this didn't sound like one.
"Then what happened?" she asked.
"Well, I was going to keep an eye on her... but then the kids wanted to play hide and seek again, and I couldn't say no! But after that, I think I remember hearing some of the parents calling for their child... Who had the same name as the one Spider-san described!"
Daze@Vega7285@Pyromania99@AzureKnight@Rune_Alchemist@Octo</s>
<|message|>Hina
Hina removed a sketchbook from the backpack she carried around as a pretend student, and deftly flipped it to a blank page with fingers as fast as lightning. She pressed a fingertip to the edge of her pencil to check its sharpness, nodded to herself, and sidled up next to the ghost. It was just a sketch, so no need to do an outline or anything. She just needed some basic information.
"Alright, so what are we looking at here? Half Angel half Demons are popular. A Vampire, maybe? I also draw kemono if you're into that. Are they from a certain property like Fate or One Piece? Just tell me whatever you're comfortable with and I'll start drawing, the more info the better."
She leaned in closer to the ghost girl and added conspiratorially into her ear, "speaking of the not good kind of adult, don't get too close to that Spider. She's already thinking about lewding you up. Fair warning."
As she awaited the ghost's input, Hina looked back to Homura.
"Well, if we consider that it's an urban legend, and we assume it's that woman our friendly ghost saw, along with its penchant for taking children, it's no wonder it would come by here. We can use these pieces of information to build a profile. But your question does have me wondering: why here and now? Either way..."
Hina scrunched her face up in mock anguish, puffing her cheeks and pouting.
"It's probably not a funny Nurikabe! And if it's some sort of phantom, it's not a crappy Human," she complained, stomping her little feet in the world's least threatening tantrum, "I swear it's gonna be one of those some day!"</s>
<|message|>Shimizu Kaori
Shimizu Kaori
Playground
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Hmm...a spectral woman who conveniently showed up when a child went missing. Like Tomoko, she was far too old and had seen too many youkai activities to merely believe this was any sort of a coincidence. As she'd contemplate the ghosts words, Kaori quietly walked over to Hina and the ghost, wearing her usual friendly smile. Since she left the Mujina back at the clubroom, might as well mess with both of them.
"Ehe, There, there Hina-chan." The spider would attempt to pull the ghost into a hug. "You'll get your human baddie or Nurikabe soon, I believe in you." She'd turn to the ghost in front of them with her usual smile. "Hey, hey, adorable ghost-chan. I'll play Karuta with you! I'll even teach you a fun knew version of it we can play~" Said version perhaps involved losing articles of clothing, but details details.
Despite her jovial and friendly tone, Kaori was in fact, taking this seriously. Seemingly no connection with the kids themselves. The specter attacking at random times. No trace of the kids left behind. The nabbing happening in an instant...not even she could do that! Hmph, maybe she'd ask for tips from this youkai...wait, no. Tomoko would lock her in that horrible room again if she did that. If it was something like an Onryo then it'd be a simple matter of working back from the first disappearance to figure out what and where this particular youkai came from, but ultimately from evidence so far there wasn't anything connecting all the children together...
"Hmm, perhaps it followed one of the children out here from somewhere else and has been doing the most abhorrent act of nabbing children it likes since then? How terrible. I don't suppose we saw where this phantom woman went, hm? Did she say anything or do anything else that we could use to identify her perhaps? Clothing? Appearance?" She was grasping at straws here a bit, but they still didn't have quite a complete picture of what this thing even looked like. If they could get even a partial description it'd help immensely in narrowing down the culprits.</s>
| <|message|>Kiyohara Homura
"Hmm..." Homura pondered the ghost's testimony. Strange, possibly spectral woman. Disappearances. There were some options there, at least for narrowing it down. "What did this phantom woman look like? She wasn't super tall and wearing a big hat and white dress, was she?" That'd rule out at least one spooky thing she read about on the internet.
"Really, anything identifying will help. Unusual hair or eyes, clothing, whatever you can remember about her." Even if it turned out this phantom wasn't the culprit herself, she was a person of interest and possibly another witness. Something had to have spirited the child away.
Though speaking of, if children were being taken, they had to be taken somewhere. That meant there would be some sort of lair to track down once they've got the target in mind. Especially if there was any chance for rescue. Hopefully it wouldn't involve some sort of spirit barrier or other little alcove carved out of the spirit world.
"Forgive me if I'm completely wrong with this one," Homura started a suggestion to Shuichiro. "But I don't suppose you'd be able to sniff out any trails left by spirits in the area? Might be a way to track down this mystery woman."</s> |
<|description|>Kiyohara Homura
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Appearance:
Full character artwork is pretty huge, so it just gets a link.
Homura is, at least appearance-wise, a fairly unassuming young lady high school student. She doesn't dress to stand out, most of the time, wears glasses, and has long black hair with very visible white streaks in it. Take your best shot, she's heard and deflected them all, by now. Homura is usually seen carrying a shinai bag. Its contents vary between practice weapons and her actual one, depending on the circumstances.
Possession mode appearance
When possessed by her sword, Most of Homura's hair turns white, and the streaks that were already white instead take on a luminous red hue.
Personality:
Homura, despite her name, is a cool and collected individual. She tends to remain calm in most situations and isn't the sort to back down from a threatening opponent. She is polite, kind, and dutiful, and takes her training seriously. Her somewhat detached approach to life can easily lead to her being "spacey", and it's not altogether inaccurate. She'd miss quite a lot if she didn't have a second set of eyes watching out for her.
Homura's life isn't all training in kendo to inherit the family's style and continue the family business as a youkai hunter. She enjoys anime and video games in her spare time, and plays some sort of otome game on her smartphone almost religiously. When particularly nervous or flustered, she has a habit of messing with her glasses, usually cleaning them.
Vermillion Harvest Moon (Mizuki)
Although "only" a sword, Mizuki deserves her own entry as well. She tends to view Homura with parental concern, and is often the one who has to warn her wielder of impending danger, especially of the supernatural sort. She's not above a considerable amount of sass when she does, either. She seeks to understand humans through combat, or so she claims. Of the two, she's often the more aggressive one, though beyond rattling in her sheath of her own accord, these aspects tend to only manifest when possessing Homura.
Abilities:
Homura herself is a more or less ordinary human, with the physical abilities one would expect. Also she has myopia, not that it's a useful ability.
Her family has been youkai hunters for generations, and she trains in the family martial and exorcism arts. She can write talismans, but she has little to no talent for imbuing them with actual power. She does have a knack for things relating to her own body. She can enhance her own balance and lighten her body, to remain sure-footed in any situation, and stand on surfaces that otherwise would not support her. She can also leap exceptionally long distances horizontally or vertically.
Homura's sword, Vermillion Harvest Moon is a tsukumogami. It has lived, and fought, for generations, and carries volumes of experience in combat. As a youkai weapon, it's also quite dangerous to youkai and spirits of various sorts. It is also perfectly capable of speech, even when not possessing someone.
Through contact, the sword can possess someone to act as its wielder (or, perhaps,to wield their body as an extension of the weapon). In the case of the youkai hunters of the Kiyohara family, ancient blood contracts render this possession into more of a collaboration, where the youkai hunter is usually still in control of their actions, and merely benefits from essentially becoming a half-youkai while under its effects, gaining increased physical capabilities.
Skills:
Homura is training in her family's form of exorcism arts, primarily using swords or unarmed strikes. She's as good as one would expect for someone raised in a dojo.
She can follow a recipe and cook well enough, and is also quite good at making tea. Decent calligraphy skills, from making talismans and charms. Reasonably adept gamer.
Equipment:
Vermillion Harvest Moon - The Kiyohara family's heirloom katana, and a tsukumogami in its own right. The spirit of the sword tends to go by the name "Mizuki."
Smartphone, glasses, stockings, etc. If it's the sort of mundane thing a teenage girl would have, she probably has it.
Brief Backstory:
Homura is an ordinary girl, her family just has an unusual job. They're youkai hunters, and have been for generations. In the modern day, the true calling is hardly as important as it used to be, but that certainly doesn't stop the passing down of the old traditions.
Homura began training from a young age at the family dojo, learning the ways of a youkai hunter. She didn't necessarily understand why she had to go through such harsh training, but she was in no position to question it, either. She'd never even heard of a youkai terrorizing anyone outside of fairy tales. Or maybe some of those bedtime stories were family history? Regardless, while there might still be a need for youkai hunters, both the hunter and the prey have gotten subtler and adopted modern methods of living. Her family runs a cafe.
As the current heir to her family's style, Homura wields the family sword, a tsukumogami blade. Given the state of her hair, she's definitely had occasion to do so in the past, as the longer one remains possessed by the sword, the more of the victim's hair turns permanently white.
While she avoided the repeated attempts of her high school's kendo club to recruit her, she was given an offer she couldn't refuse, when it came to the occult club.</s>
<|message|>Ibaraki Akari
Akari, too, stared. Entirely fictional? If something was entirely fictional, it couldn't take people away. If something entirely fictional was now taking things away, then it obviously wasn't entirely fictional. It didn't particularly matter if it was something being a copycat of this supposedly fictional person or what was going on, the oni just... didn't think it was possible to have a definition of fiction that extended to going around taking children.
Although, she didn't really want to argue with Tomoko about what was fictional and whether random bits of net lore counted as fiction anyway, so the small girl just frowned. "Bait? Like... sake? Sake is good bait..."
Especially for oni, but it also worked reasonably well on a lot of other things. Who could resist a free drink?</s>
<|message|>Hina
Before Hina could start drawing, Kaori drew her into a hug and immediately alarm bells went off. Hina groaned and kicked her little feet ineffectually, whining and flopping against the spider like a suffocating tuna. As the ghost explained what she wanted drawn, Hina slowly realized that Kaori couldn't really do anything to her in front of Tomoko if she didn't want to be punished, and calmed down somewhat. She shot Kaori a glare and puffed up her cheeks, giving the spider a saucy 'HMPH' before shaking her head and looking down at her sketch pad. Even trapped in Kaori's arms, she could draw. Hina was a true professional in the end.
If Hina assumed that the ghost enjoyed karuta as much in life as she did now, she was probably from the mid 1500s at the earliest. This meant that the samurai armor she might be familiar with would be of a full plate style that had been adapted from European armor at that time, which was a better defense against arquebusiers than the previous lamellar style. This was just as well, because drawing the individual scales would be a hassle. In order to save even more time, she would give the ghost samurai a ghost tail instead of legs. This would also signal that this samurai was, indeed, a ghost, because it would be hard to make that clear otherwise. Why was a ghost wearing armor at all? Because it's cool, alright? It's a ghost samurai.
The details were largely left up to Hina, but given the description, she assumed it was something of a self-insert. Hina would sketch a girl much like this ghost in a semi-realistic style, because the ghost didn't seem to be up on modern trends. A manga-like style might just confuse her. Creating such a quality sketch was possible with the time she saved in other areas. Given that the symbol of a samurai is their sword, she opted to make it special and cover it in cool ghost flames. To finish it off, she created a stylized flower mon to represent the family this samurai belonged to. Hina based it off of a hibiscus, like the flowers on the girl's kimono, and zonked back to reality when Tomoko announced the culprit.
"Ah... I thought it might be her. Hachishaku-sama, right? She's really evolved from the old 2chan thread and become her own thing nowadays, huh? Originally she'd just possess and kill you, but due to memetic mutation..."
Hina trailed off as she handed the sketch to the ghost and winked.
"Don't spend it all in one place~"
She turned back to the rest of the club members.
"So... Foxboy locates her, then we set up the bait to get her to appear," Hina said thoughtfully, "hmmm... but who could we use that would be relatively safe, and might be able to get out of trouble if things get dicey?"
Hina casually went incorporeal to escape Kaori's clutches and paced around a little.
"Someone who looks like a little kid, but is experienced enough to take care of themselves. Hmmm..."
Then, she locked eyes with Tomoko, the light of mutual understanding flashing in her pupils, and approached the boss.
"No need to say anything. I get it... I definitely get it... I'll help you pick out a cute randoseru so you can serve as bait! I even have an elementary school uniform in my treasure room you can use! I know it fits me, so it will probably fit you."</s>
<|message|>"Yamada" Shina
"Hasshaku-sama?" Shina asked, looking toward Tomoko. Well, the Tanuki had never heard about it. "Tall?" So, this tall Youkai or ghost would kidnap children to... Do something. If it was a youkai she assumed that it would just eat them. "Entirely fictional?" How interesting. She reached into her clothing in her current diminutive form and pulled out her smartphone. She clicked on her device for a few seconds before looking up Hasshaku-sama. "Tall woman... Po... Alright..." The tanuki gave a small sigh before poofing back into her normal form. "So, we're going to get someone for bait.." She looked between Akari and Hina.
"Hmmm~ You know, I think a randoseru would look really cute on you, Miss Zashiki-Warashi~" Before the Zashiki-Warashi could notice, Shina was right behind her and wrapped her arms around the girl's shoulder. "If we dress you up in that elementary school uniform and randoseru and gauge the spider's reaction, I'm sure we'll know if you're like to be kidnapped~." She then released her and wandered over to the spider and patted her on the shoulder. "Look at that, Miss Spider, we can make good use of your deranged preferences in women... Or, perhaps I could say, lack-thereof." The tanuki giggled a small bit, enjoying being able to make fun of everyone a small bit.
Shina then wandered over to Homura rather quickly, "So, Homu-tan, don't you agree with me on that? Hina could completely be bait, right? What do you think~?" The Tanuki was lightly nudging the human girl in the side a small bit. "Too bad you and me are too big to be bait~" Shina teased, handily ignoring the fact that she could transform to look like a school girl.</s>
<|message|>Shimizu Kaori
Shimizu Kaori
Playground
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"Hasshaku-sama...?" A name Kaori wasn't familiar with. Ugh, all these new modern youkai and spirits popping up making her feel like an old woman. What kind of Youkai was into specifically kidnapping little children anyways? Seemed rather like a nonsensical concept. At least the respectable members of the Jorogumo society had other motives...herself notwithstanding.
"Hmm? A randoseru? On Little Hina-chan?" She'd narrow her eyes at Shina. "You're backhanded compliments aside, I'm not sure I'd be a good judge. Hina-chan already looks perfectly cute and kidnappable~" She'd giggle as though she was proud of that fact, looking over to the ghost in question with a smile. "Hmm...but you do make an excellent suggestion." Immediately, Kaori walked over to Tomoko hands clasped together in front of her with an excitable grin.
"Tomo-chan, tomo-chan~! Let me take Hina-chan home~" She'd ask. "Ehehe, I can dress her up exactly like we need too! And I promise not to lay a fuzzy little leg on her. Please my ever so cute, adorable, smart club president and lovely Tomo-chan~ grant your little spider this request~?"</s>
| <|message|>Kiyohara Homura
She was actually right? But that was just some internet horror story anyway, not a real spirit or the like. Well, there's no reason to discount eyewitness accounts, and no doubt something that unusual wouldn't be mistaken.
Homura still looked rather surprised that her hunch was even on the right track. "Huh, I honestly thought it was a long shot. But if Hasshaku-sama is completely fictional, does this mean we're actually dealing with something else? Something that takes its form from rumors or the like?"
The discussion did quickly go toward someone to serve as bait. Shina had the right of it, at least where Homura herself was concerned. "Yeah, given the current victims, I'm a bit out of the age range to be a good target. I suppose I could play big sister in case we want someone around to step in. Though given how some of these disappearances happened, I'd have to react fast."
She didn't have any strong opinions on whom should be bait, however. "All I can say is whoever's our bait, it's a dangerous, but very important job. I'd do it myself if I could, but since I can't, I won't try to volunteer someone, either."</s> |
<|description|>Kiyohara Homura
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Appearance:
Full character artwork is pretty huge, so it just gets a link.
Homura is, at least appearance-wise, a fairly unassuming young lady high school student. She doesn't dress to stand out, most of the time, wears glasses, and has long black hair with very visible white streaks in it. Take your best shot, she's heard and deflected them all, by now. Homura is usually seen carrying a shinai bag. Its contents vary between practice weapons and her actual one, depending on the circumstances.
Possession mode appearance
When possessed by her sword, Most of Homura's hair turns white, and the streaks that were already white instead take on a luminous red hue.
Personality:
Homura, despite her name, is a cool and collected individual. She tends to remain calm in most situations and isn't the sort to back down from a threatening opponent. She is polite, kind, and dutiful, and takes her training seriously. Her somewhat detached approach to life can easily lead to her being "spacey", and it's not altogether inaccurate. She'd miss quite a lot if she didn't have a second set of eyes watching out for her.
Homura's life isn't all training in kendo to inherit the family's style and continue the family business as a youkai hunter. She enjoys anime and video games in her spare time, and plays some sort of otome game on her smartphone almost religiously. When particularly nervous or flustered, she has a habit of messing with her glasses, usually cleaning them.
Vermillion Harvest Moon (Mizuki)
Although "only" a sword, Mizuki deserves her own entry as well. She tends to view Homura with parental concern, and is often the one who has to warn her wielder of impending danger, especially of the supernatural sort. She's not above a considerable amount of sass when she does, either. She seeks to understand humans through combat, or so she claims. Of the two, she's often the more aggressive one, though beyond rattling in her sheath of her own accord, these aspects tend to only manifest when possessing Homura.
Abilities:
Homura herself is a more or less ordinary human, with the physical abilities one would expect. Also she has myopia, not that it's a useful ability.
Her family has been youkai hunters for generations, and she trains in the family martial and exorcism arts. She can write talismans, but she has little to no talent for imbuing them with actual power. She does have a knack for things relating to her own body. She can enhance her own balance and lighten her body, to remain sure-footed in any situation, and stand on surfaces that otherwise would not support her. She can also leap exceptionally long distances horizontally or vertically.
Homura's sword, Vermillion Harvest Moon is a tsukumogami. It has lived, and fought, for generations, and carries volumes of experience in combat. As a youkai weapon, it's also quite dangerous to youkai and spirits of various sorts. It is also perfectly capable of speech, even when not possessing someone.
Through contact, the sword can possess someone to act as its wielder (or, perhaps,to wield their body as an extension of the weapon). In the case of the youkai hunters of the Kiyohara family, ancient blood contracts render this possession into more of a collaboration, where the youkai hunter is usually still in control of their actions, and merely benefits from essentially becoming a half-youkai while under its effects, gaining increased physical capabilities.
Skills:
Homura is training in her family's form of exorcism arts, primarily using swords or unarmed strikes. She's as good as one would expect for someone raised in a dojo.
She can follow a recipe and cook well enough, and is also quite good at making tea. Decent calligraphy skills, from making talismans and charms. Reasonably adept gamer.
Equipment:
Vermillion Harvest Moon - The Kiyohara family's heirloom katana, and a tsukumogami in its own right. The spirit of the sword tends to go by the name "Mizuki."
Smartphone, glasses, stockings, etc. If it's the sort of mundane thing a teenage girl would have, she probably has it.
Brief Backstory:
Homura is an ordinary girl, her family just has an unusual job. They're youkai hunters, and have been for generations. In the modern day, the true calling is hardly as important as it used to be, but that certainly doesn't stop the passing down of the old traditions.
Homura began training from a young age at the family dojo, learning the ways of a youkai hunter. She didn't necessarily understand why she had to go through such harsh training, but she was in no position to question it, either. She'd never even heard of a youkai terrorizing anyone outside of fairy tales. Or maybe some of those bedtime stories were family history? Regardless, while there might still be a need for youkai hunters, both the hunter and the prey have gotten subtler and adopted modern methods of living. Her family runs a cafe.
As the current heir to her family's style, Homura wields the family sword, a tsukumogami blade. Given the state of her hair, she's definitely had occasion to do so in the past, as the longer one remains possessed by the sword, the more of the victim's hair turns permanently white.
While she avoided the repeated attempts of her high school's kendo club to recruit her, she was given an offer she couldn't refuse, when it came to the occult club.</s>
<|message|>Shimizu Kaori
Shimizu Kaori
Playground
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"Aha!" Upon hearing from Tomoko-chan that she could indeed, carry off the Zasshiki-Warashi and keep-ahem-dress her up, the spiders mouth turned into a wide, excitable grin. She'd reward Tomoko by giving her a brief, if extremely tight and cuddly hug before pouncing right on the ghost in question, grabbing Hina by the waist and pulling her off the ground. "Ehehe, don't you worry little Hina-chan, I'll take veeeeerry good care of you~!" The spider giggled, holding the ghost tight against her body. In order to make sure she could not escape, the ghost would have the misfortune to find the spider had tied a thread of silk around her arms as she was lifted into a princess carry.
"Byyye tomo-chaaan~!" She'd shout, waving bye to the group as she'd proceed to run away at high speed. "Stop by my place later and I'll show you all how cute Hina iiiiis~!"</s>
<|message|>Hina
Hina was unconcerned with Shina's teasing and Kaori's request. Of course Tomoko wouldn't allow that pervy spider to take her home and dress her up and let her serve as bait. As a detective, Tomoko would be willing to dress up herself. What self-respecting investigator would expect a Watson to do what they wouldn't? It was a sort of code of honor among detectives, Hina understood from stories. Knowing this to be true in the depths of her soul, Hina smugly listened as Tomoko explained the situation. The girl never could resist a good monologue, but this was something Hina respected as an artist herself.
"...Wait, what?"
Surely Tomoko misspoke. Hina had never volunteered to be bait. She volunteered Tomoko to be bait.
"T-tomocchi," Hina called the girl by a cutesy over-familiar nickname to re-establish their close friendship, "Tomo-tan... Tomo-tama...!"
Kaori gave Tomoko a tight hug before rounding on Hina.
"T-TOMO-DACHI," Hina whined as Kaori scooped her up and bound her with webbing, "TOMO-TOMO, PLEASE."
Hina squirmed and whined, flailing around like an unmanned fire hose but with the strength of a particularly agitated shrimp cracker. Her blubbering and squealing only proved how effective she would be at roleplaying a literal child.
"NOOO DON'T TAKE 'GOOD CARE' OF ME," Hina babbled, "OR 'BAD CARE' OF ME EITHER FOR THAT MATTEEER~"
And like that, Hina was easily carried off like a princess. Only whinier.</s>
<|message|>"Yamada" Shina
As Hina was carried away by a certain spider, Shina just sort of watched. Well, there was nothing to stop that perverse spider. Well, they probably had a bit of time before they really could go pick up their Zashiki-Warashi from the spider. "Hmm, well, while we wait, there's a cute little cafe I run nearby. We can pick up a little drink. Tea or Coffee. There are even cute little desserts if you want one." Shina was obviously trying to promote it. "It's called 'Tanuki Cafe'. Yes, yes. I know, original. It'll be my treat even." Really, it was about as likely a real offer as it were a trick... But it was a free tea or coffee. "I don't think we should get anything for the spider... Or should we get her a nice strong coffee..." A sly little smile covered the Tanuki's face as she wondered how a youkai spider would react to caffeine.
"'Course, we could also head over and make sure our spider comrade isn't doing anything horrid to the cute Zashiki-Warashi." She also offered, though despite her suggesting it, she didn't seem all too interested in it. "I really could go for a nice tea right now though."</s>
<|message|>Ibaraki Akari
Akari watched the proceedings with a sense of relief. Having an actual child around made her position much more secure... otherwise she was sure that their club leader would have taken some far more drastic measure to force her to act much younger than she actually was. And that would be a disaster! Aside from not wanting to be bait, or put on the spot like that, there was no way anyone, even a youkai, would have bought that. Right?
"Handy? Um... okay..." she nodded, polishing off the bottle. Right, ghost hand. She could do that.</s>
| <|message|>Kiyohara Homura
"Hey! Wai-" And Kaori was already gone. Jeez, she worked fast. Though she probably was the best costume designer among the club members. Especially for short-notice costumes, with all that silk. Still, Homura felt like it would probably be better if she weren't left completely to her own devices, either.
"I feel like I should follow her. On the other hand, tea." Homura shrugged. "I suppose while we wait, we've got to plan our next move. No use letting Hina get disappeared because we weren't prepared with a good trap after setting our bait."</s> |
<|description|>Hina
Age: 674 (looks ~13 at the oldest)
Gender: Female
Race: Zashiki-Warashi (Chopirako Class)
Appearance: A young-looking girl that very obviously does not belong in high school, though insists that she's just very short for her age. She has long brown hair, and tends to wear traditional clothing that makes her stand out quite a bit. Hina has a light and a beauty that is unimpeachable, as expected of a top-class Zashiki-Warashi. The smile on her face is perpetual, the smile in her heart is not.
Personality: Though she acts friendly, and is often genuinely playful, there's a deep darkness in her heart at the very edge of perception. She tends to look down on Humans, despite nominally getting along with them, and plays pranks often. Sometimes, however, what she thinks is funny and what others think is funny are two different things.
Abilities: Hina is able to bless and curse others at her whim. She has some control over how powerful these blessings or curses are, though they can be made more powerful through offerings. A great enough offering may allow her to bless or curse someone to an immense degree for an entire lifetime. Hina can become tangible and intangible, can walk through nonmagical walls and obstacles, and is capable of flight. Anything she wears or holds can become intangible with her. Hina does not need to eat, drink, sleep, or breathe. Biological factors, such as disease and poison, do not affect her. She also cannot get drunk, even if she would like to. She can still eat and drink if she wants, but it doesn't do anything on its own.
Skills: Hina has been around for longer than most Youkai, which gives her a bit of a leg up. She's learned a lot in her years, but only about things that seemed fun. She won't learn anything boring! She can cook well, and is very good at almost any game on the planet. She's an origami expert, and is surprisingly good with computers as well. She's the best at cartoon trivia, and knows a good amount about other Youkai too. She's also good at drawing and writing, and publishes manga online.
Equipment: Hina keeps a big pile of offerings and treasures in a locked room of the clubhouse due to her deal with Tomoko. Most of it is junk, but chances are if someone needs something weird and/or mundane, Hina can find it in her treasure room.
Brief Backstory:
"So… that's what the bitch was protecting," said the long-haired man, scowling down at the baby on the ground. It was crying, smothered and choked in the cold of the February rain.
"We… we can't. You're not going to kill the child, are you?" the short-haired man replied.
"The Ashikaga made it pretty clear. Look at those adornments, and tell me the kid isn't important. No nobles. As many as we can find."
The short-haired man approached the baby, and examined it.
"It's a girl," he said, trying to swallow his disgust, hoping the long-haired man would be dissuaded.
"Then it won't be missed," the long-haired man said, pulling a dagger from his belt.
The short-haired man shook his head, and turned away.
"I can't be a part of this."
"Then be silent and leave. Go imagine how honorable you are elsewhere, while I take care of all the tough business."
"You're a monster."
"Better a monster than allowing yet another generation to fall into the horrors of war when that girl grows up looking to stake a claim."
"You… could leave her. Here. Like this. She'll pass eventually. You don't have to-"
"Now which of us is being cruel?"
The short-haired man sighed, and went off to find a shovel nearby. As he began walking, the crying stopped.
"I'm so, so sorry, kid," he muttered, "you were born under an ill omen, at a bad time and place. That's all. You didn't… do anything wrong."
Hina knew, from the very beginning, that the darkness in the Human heart could surpass the cruelty of any Youkai. Blood in the soil. A mother and daughter, ripped asunder and reunited in death. A house built on a foundation of flesh and bones. Hina awoke in the sitting room of a just-married couple. Her first guests. They imagined that she was just a cute neighbor girl that came over often to play, only realizing in the years to come that she never aged. They had been offering her snacks and sweets, even when they didn't know she was a spirit, and that good will paid off. They bore an unequivocally healthy child, who went on to become a truly renowned samurai. This boy came back to the house, and started his own family, paying reverence to his childhood friend and guardian spirit, Hina. Each generation, however, that reverence would wane. The children would forget their old friend when they grew up. A spot that was once designated for offerings would instead be used for archiving mail. Then, converted into a litterbox for a cat. Eventually, it would be torn out for a luxuriant add-on that no one would thank Hina for, despite her blessings.
It was not over a short time that Hina felt herself come to resent Humans, even though her genesis was a true act of demonic cruelty from a very Human heart. She wanted to care for her families, because she was never given the chance to do so as a person. But they kept treating her worse and worse. They'd take what they wanted, and then forget who gave it to them. Offerings would dry up and, when she wanted to pull a prank for attention, they'd call a priest and attempt to exorcise her. However, she was one of the longest-lived Zashiki-Warashi in Japan. It would take more than that to get rid of her, and she had gotten fed up. The cruelty. The insult. The young master would never have stood for this treatment, yet his descendants were a gaggle of overprivileged ignoramuses. Hina left that house, she was powerful enough to beak that bond and strike out on her own. The hundreds of years of fortune turned into misfortune, and the entirety of the household imploded in a matter of days.
Thus, Hina went on a rampage. She'd take up new residences, give the families immense fortune, and then depart and turn it into a curse. This led to a bizarre series of strings of good luck in a small area, quickly turning catastrophic, all among unrelated persons and families. To call it a challenging case for a young supernatural investigator would be an immense understatement. Hina was not just any Zashiki-Warashi, she was an unnaturally vengeful one with a grudge, and she was always moving around. Her behavior was odd and unpredictable by any stretch, and the only way to get ahead of her would be to look out for people who seemed unnaturally lucky, determine whether they lived in a feasible area given where the previous incidences occurred, and then go to those houses and determine whether or not there was a supernatural entity there and, if there was, determine whether that entity was capable of doing all the things it seemed to be doing. It was lengthy, required hours of research and legwork, had a ton of red herrings, and occasionally it would be too late once Hina was tracked down, already having moved on. Even so, she was eventually cornered. However, Hina didn't want to fight, and suggested they play a game instead. Tomoko won (likely by cheating) and offered Hina a spot at her club. Because Hina had been caught, she thought it seemed right to go along with the girl. Maybe it would be a fun club. Besides, Tomoko said she would give Hina a space to keep offerings. Finally, a little respect.</s>
<|message|>Suzuki Tomoko
After having experienced Kaori's attitude and affections for a considerable length of time now, Tomoko had learned to be prepared for this kind of treatment.
The karakasa wasn't the only friend she brought along today.
Letting her surprised decoy 'enjoy' Kaori's affections, Tomoko stepped to the side and around the clingy jorogumo, ignoring any muffled pleas for help.
"Tea would be lovely, thank you," she said, in response to Homura.
She cast a bright smile around at the assembled students. Yes, she'd done quite an excellent job at putting together various supernatural attendees at Miyama, and it hadn't taken very much effort at all!
"I'm sure you're all curious about our first order of business today, so I won't delay any longer," she continued, retrieving the daily newspaper from her bag. She didn't often read them, but picking up a copy seemed like it was a wise idea for illustrating the task at hand.
"Tada~" Tomoko declared, presenting the paper, or more specifically one of the articles.
The article in question was one that detailed all the publicly-avaliable knowledge on the recent rash of children's disappearances. There wasn't much, but it was enough to establish the fact that there was little to no evidence, and no way of knowing if the disappeared children were alive or dead.
Though given the length of time since the first known disappearance, the outlook was growing considerably more grim.
"Seven children have disappeared this month alone," she continued, "Without any evidence, with no sign of a struggle. Nothing is left behind at all. Even if I didn't have a few friends letting me know they thought something was going on, I think this would be plenty of reason to suspect it's not simply a human kidnapper, isn't it?"
At the very least, it was clear that Tomoko was taking the matter seriously, even if she had presented the newspaper article in such a lighthearted manner.
"I have my suspicions as to what it may be, but I'm curious if anyone else does," continued the girl as she put the newspaper down, waving her real hand idly, "Speculation and conversation are the best path forward!"
Indeed, assembling a plan of action meant discussing that plan of action first.
Tomoko had no intention of allowing another child to disappear, so letting the perpetrator go another night wasn't an option.
Meanwhile, the shapeshifted mujina in Kaori's grip squirmed frantically. She'd altered her usual human form to be identical to the intermediary, but she hadn't been told why this was happening.
Only now did she understand.
Daze@Vega7285@Pyromania99@AzureKnight@Rune_Alchemist</s>
<|message|>Kiyohara Homura
Homura nodded at Akari's decline of the tea. The other girl tended to get skittish around her for some reason, but she still communicated well enough, and there really wasn't reason to be bothered. Once the kettle finished boiling, she prepared a pot of tea, and brought it and some cups over to the meeting table. Homura of course poured a cup for herself, and another for Tomoko.
"So, kamikakushi in the literal sense," she began, after Tomoko had explained the situation. "Sounds like something we should look into, all right. Sadly, it could be a lot of things." Homura spares Kaori a glance. "So nothing immediately comes to my mind just from disappearances. A namahage, maybe? Or...isn't there a couple urban legend sort of things that grab kids?"</s>
<|message|>Shimizu Kaori
Shimizu Kaori
Occult Investigation Club Room
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"...eh? Eh?" Kaori blinked, looking from the Tomoko in her arms to the Tomoko walking away from her. "Two...two Tomokos?" She'd look back to the one in her arms, then back to the real Tomoko all the while not letting the one in her grip go or giving her any sort of leeway to wiggle out of the embrace. Had she died? Was this heaven? Was she given a gift by the gods for being a good little spider? Ahhh, she could hardly contain herself!
"Eheheheh~!" With a loud giggle, Kaori would pickup the Mujina, completely uncaring of the other youkai's struggle. "Tomo-chan, you shouldn't have! Ehehe, I'll be sure to take her home with me and make sure nothing bad happens to her~" The Mujina, would find it hard to respond since her face was still shoved in Kaori's chest as the spider would take a seat at the club table, sitting the girl down in her lap and not releasing her as Tomoko got to explaining what they were doing here.
Oh dear, oh dear...someone snatching up little girls that wasn't her? Oh that wouldn't do at all! Some other, nastier, meaner youkai surely was doing such unwholesome and terrible things to them! It made her loving little spider heart angry...of course, she was completely aware of the look she got from Homura.
"Ufufu, what's the matter, Homu-chan? Giving me such a passionate seeming glance~ Now's not the time you know?" Teasing aside...hm. There were many youkai known for kidnapping children, or people in general...and she was guilty of that, but she had mostly behaved herself since she met Tomoko. "Do we...have any more information, Tomo-chan? We can narrow it down to those that specifically like to target children, but without other information it feels hard to speculate..."</s>
| <|message|>Hina
Hina tumbled out of her secret treasure room with a melon soda and a box of animal crackers in hand. She sipped the soda like some sweet elixir, and it replenished her not at all. All the money she spent on snacks could have been donated to a worthy cause, and might have gone on to help groupings of Humans in need. But the only cause she cared about... was the state of this soda coursing through her Youkai body. And also finding the secret penguin animal cracker. It had been a long night of owning scrubs online at UMvC3, but someone had to do it. Humans had to learn that all their practice, dedication, and devotion comes to naught in the face of the infinity that is a Youkai as immortal and long-lived as her. And also, Soul Fist spam is bullshit.
Hina looked vaguely around the clubhouse, and noticed that pretty much everyone was here today. It was probably a super fun new case. She put her box of animal crackers down and crawled to the table where Tomoko had presented the newspaper article. She nodded as she read the paper, and soon would give her valuable and probably correct opinion.
"Alright, I see everyone is just huddled up in my house without asking," she muttered, looking around at the other club members (it was a club room and not her house). Especially the Humans, "that's cool. Uh... paper says there's a sale at Don Quijote. That is indeed very suspicious because all their prices are rock bottom already. There's also, ah... kidnappings. Oh."
Hina scratched her head, slightly embarrassed that she'd caught onto the wrong thing, but if it turned out that sale is also a Youkai's doing, she knew that she would look super smart.
"Uuuhhh Nurikabe," she said, going directly to her default answer, "one of these days it's gonna be one of those funny wall guys, and everyone will praise my genius~ do we know what time of day these kids disappeared? All at night? Some during the day? Were they being naughty? Maybe it's a Human after all. I think you underestimate them, sometimes."
Hina climbed up on the table on her hands and knees like a cat, and swiped up as many Spider Cookies as her tiny hands could hold, getting crumbs all over herself and the table.</s> |
<|description|>Hina
Age: 674 (looks ~13 at the oldest)
Gender: Female
Race: Zashiki-Warashi (Chopirako Class)
Appearance: A young-looking girl that very obviously does not belong in high school, though insists that she's just very short for her age. She has long brown hair, and tends to wear traditional clothing that makes her stand out quite a bit. Hina has a light and a beauty that is unimpeachable, as expected of a top-class Zashiki-Warashi. The smile on her face is perpetual, the smile in her heart is not.
Personality: Though she acts friendly, and is often genuinely playful, there's a deep darkness in her heart at the very edge of perception. She tends to look down on Humans, despite nominally getting along with them, and plays pranks often. Sometimes, however, what she thinks is funny and what others think is funny are two different things.
Abilities: Hina is able to bless and curse others at her whim. She has some control over how powerful these blessings or curses are, though they can be made more powerful through offerings. A great enough offering may allow her to bless or curse someone to an immense degree for an entire lifetime. Hina can become tangible and intangible, can walk through nonmagical walls and obstacles, and is capable of flight. Anything she wears or holds can become intangible with her. Hina does not need to eat, drink, sleep, or breathe. Biological factors, such as disease and poison, do not affect her. She also cannot get drunk, even if she would like to. She can still eat and drink if she wants, but it doesn't do anything on its own.
Skills: Hina has been around for longer than most Youkai, which gives her a bit of a leg up. She's learned a lot in her years, but only about things that seemed fun. She won't learn anything boring! She can cook well, and is very good at almost any game on the planet. She's an origami expert, and is surprisingly good with computers as well. She's the best at cartoon trivia, and knows a good amount about other Youkai too. She's also good at drawing and writing, and publishes manga online.
Equipment: Hina keeps a big pile of offerings and treasures in a locked room of the clubhouse due to her deal with Tomoko. Most of it is junk, but chances are if someone needs something weird and/or mundane, Hina can find it in her treasure room.
Brief Backstory:
"So… that's what the bitch was protecting," said the long-haired man, scowling down at the baby on the ground. It was crying, smothered and choked in the cold of the February rain.
"We… we can't. You're not going to kill the child, are you?" the short-haired man replied.
"The Ashikaga made it pretty clear. Look at those adornments, and tell me the kid isn't important. No nobles. As many as we can find."
The short-haired man approached the baby, and examined it.
"It's a girl," he said, trying to swallow his disgust, hoping the long-haired man would be dissuaded.
"Then it won't be missed," the long-haired man said, pulling a dagger from his belt.
The short-haired man shook his head, and turned away.
"I can't be a part of this."
"Then be silent and leave. Go imagine how honorable you are elsewhere, while I take care of all the tough business."
"You're a monster."
"Better a monster than allowing yet another generation to fall into the horrors of war when that girl grows up looking to stake a claim."
"You… could leave her. Here. Like this. She'll pass eventually. You don't have to-"
"Now which of us is being cruel?"
The short-haired man sighed, and went off to find a shovel nearby. As he began walking, the crying stopped.
"I'm so, so sorry, kid," he muttered, "you were born under an ill omen, at a bad time and place. That's all. You didn't… do anything wrong."
Hina knew, from the very beginning, that the darkness in the Human heart could surpass the cruelty of any Youkai. Blood in the soil. A mother and daughter, ripped asunder and reunited in death. A house built on a foundation of flesh and bones. Hina awoke in the sitting room of a just-married couple. Her first guests. They imagined that she was just a cute neighbor girl that came over often to play, only realizing in the years to come that she never aged. They had been offering her snacks and sweets, even when they didn't know she was a spirit, and that good will paid off. They bore an unequivocally healthy child, who went on to become a truly renowned samurai. This boy came back to the house, and started his own family, paying reverence to his childhood friend and guardian spirit, Hina. Each generation, however, that reverence would wane. The children would forget their old friend when they grew up. A spot that was once designated for offerings would instead be used for archiving mail. Then, converted into a litterbox for a cat. Eventually, it would be torn out for a luxuriant add-on that no one would thank Hina for, despite her blessings.
It was not over a short time that Hina felt herself come to resent Humans, even though her genesis was a true act of demonic cruelty from a very Human heart. She wanted to care for her families, because she was never given the chance to do so as a person. But they kept treating her worse and worse. They'd take what they wanted, and then forget who gave it to them. Offerings would dry up and, when she wanted to pull a prank for attention, they'd call a priest and attempt to exorcise her. However, she was one of the longest-lived Zashiki-Warashi in Japan. It would take more than that to get rid of her, and she had gotten fed up. The cruelty. The insult. The young master would never have stood for this treatment, yet his descendants were a gaggle of overprivileged ignoramuses. Hina left that house, she was powerful enough to beak that bond and strike out on her own. The hundreds of years of fortune turned into misfortune, and the entirety of the household imploded in a matter of days.
Thus, Hina went on a rampage. She'd take up new residences, give the families immense fortune, and then depart and turn it into a curse. This led to a bizarre series of strings of good luck in a small area, quickly turning catastrophic, all among unrelated persons and families. To call it a challenging case for a young supernatural investigator would be an immense understatement. Hina was not just any Zashiki-Warashi, she was an unnaturally vengeful one with a grudge, and she was always moving around. Her behavior was odd and unpredictable by any stretch, and the only way to get ahead of her would be to look out for people who seemed unnaturally lucky, determine whether they lived in a feasible area given where the previous incidences occurred, and then go to those houses and determine whether or not there was a supernatural entity there and, if there was, determine whether that entity was capable of doing all the things it seemed to be doing. It was lengthy, required hours of research and legwork, had a ton of red herrings, and occasionally it would be too late once Hina was tracked down, already having moved on. Even so, she was eventually cornered. However, Hina didn't want to fight, and suggested they play a game instead. Tomoko won (likely by cheating) and offered Hina a spot at her club. Because Hina had been caught, she thought it seemed right to go along with the girl. Maybe it would be a fun club. Besides, Tomoko said she would give Hina a space to keep offerings. Finally, a little respect.</s>
<|message|>Shimizu Kaori
Shimizu Kaori
Occult Investigation Club Room
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"Weh? Little Akari is accusing me~" Kaori responded with an all too fake pout. "I suppose I'll just have to hug my little comfort Tomoko harder to ease away this pain~" Aside from squeezing the Mujina harder and rubbing its head, as Tomoko and the others continued, the spider would content herself to stay silent. So no more information was to be had then. Whisked away all at varying times without rhyme or reason. Tomoko was right, too. Most youkai would stay away from such popular areas...
Unless, of course their natural habitat was a more metropolitan area. As Tomoko was saying, something about modern urban legends and such seemed to fit more than more traditional Youkai. Something created because someone believed it to exist? So a potential Youkai of modern descent that liked kidnapping little kids. Sadly, she was less familiar with such modern Youkai.
"...Ah? Old? I'm not sure what you mean, you trash loving racoon. If you're going to insult me at least make it a fun one that I can enjoy, hmph. I'm no older than the cute little ghost currently making a mess on the table." Was she upset? No, not really. She didn't mind the insults, and if anything she was always amused when someone tried too. She'd have played with the Tanuki a bit more, but at the moment a more pressing matter was at hand.
"Ah! A spirit Invocation, ehe. Yes that's perfect." Shina would find a spider descending from the ceiling and deciding to spin a web in her hair, making a mess of it as Kaori would turn to Tomoko. "Ehe, isn't my Tomoko just the smartest?"</s>
<|message|>Ibaraki Akari
Ibaraki Akari
If anyone else in the room had opted to hug the shy girl, she would have overreacted... and likely gone completely still so as to not potentially break someone's arm by accident. With the tanuki wrapped around her head and promising to protect her from... debt collectors, for some reason, her response was far more subdued: simply a luminescent blush as she was pulled into the much older youkai's head, and a plaintive "Aunt Shiiiinaaaaa, I was drinking..."
Whatever this abducting youkai was, it sounded scary. It could pop up in broad daylight even if nobody was there? What if it got confused and went for the wrong person, or if it got stronger after eating children and decided it wanted to work its way upwards? Akari wasn't intimidating at all! She would have to bribe Hina to stay here after all if it wasn't finished today.
"C-Can't I just stay here? I can't hit ghosts!" And ghosts were scary too! You couldn't hit them and get them to stop whatever they were doing! All she had to rely on was strength, why did they need to go upset an onryo or something by accident when asking questions as well? She didn't want to watch a creepy video and die!</s>
| <|message|>Hina
Hina, beautiful, talented, and without a doubt the coolest and most popular girl in the room, immediately took some paper and a pencil out and began drawing. She needed to express herself, to get the others to understand her genius.
"I'm not a glutton," she shot at the fox boy, cookie crumbs all over her face.
"I don't even need food, I just eat it because it's there," she exclaimed, unaware that this made her sound even more gluttonous and very insensitive to everyone who actually needed food to survive.
Her line art was coming along quite nicely. It was only a sketch, but she was, despite her idiotic posturing, both quick and talented as an artist. Of course, she was still listening to Tomoko, but this picture could be important to the investigation later.
"Hm... hm... urban legends, you say... maybe if it turns out they all went missing in the bathroom, it'll be Hanako the toilet ghost. Big fan of her work, scaring Humans all the time," Hina said, nodding, "but... yeah~ it might be good to speak to a ghost. They don't have much better to do than hang around watching people, and they're- hey!"
Hina scowled at the spider, attempting to screw her face into something scary, but only succeeded at making herself look like a child about to throw a tantrum for a cool toy.
"Don't compare yourself with me, granny. It makes me sound old. I'm only older than everyone when it benefits me, but otherwise I'm young and adorable and everyone should give me stuff."
Hina put the finishing touches on her picture, and proudly presented it to everyone. It was a picture of a Nurikabe with sunglasses and a skateboard, and it had its hand on a wall behind a blushing Tomoko. The picture was titled 'Nurikabedon' and Hina smiled proudly. It was a rough sketch, but well done. She would pin it to the investigation board later, with all her other cool pictures, most of which involved other club members in swimsuits.
"See? You could definitely get kidnapped by something like this. It's so cool, but also funny..."
Then, Akari said something that turned on some alarm bells. Ghosts were borderline unpunchable. That could be a problem, in case the ghost wanted to do something scary. Hina's eyes widened.
"Ghosts are scary and unpunchable," Hina, the unpunchable kinda-half-ghost exclaimed, "h-how are we gonna deal with something that terrifying?"</s> |
<|description|>Hina
Age: 674 (looks ~13 at the oldest)
Gender: Female
Race: Zashiki-Warashi (Chopirako Class)
Appearance: A young-looking girl that very obviously does not belong in high school, though insists that she's just very short for her age. She has long brown hair, and tends to wear traditional clothing that makes her stand out quite a bit. Hina has a light and a beauty that is unimpeachable, as expected of a top-class Zashiki-Warashi. The smile on her face is perpetual, the smile in her heart is not.
Personality: Though she acts friendly, and is often genuinely playful, there's a deep darkness in her heart at the very edge of perception. She tends to look down on Humans, despite nominally getting along with them, and plays pranks often. Sometimes, however, what she thinks is funny and what others think is funny are two different things.
Abilities: Hina is able to bless and curse others at her whim. She has some control over how powerful these blessings or curses are, though they can be made more powerful through offerings. A great enough offering may allow her to bless or curse someone to an immense degree for an entire lifetime. Hina can become tangible and intangible, can walk through nonmagical walls and obstacles, and is capable of flight. Anything she wears or holds can become intangible with her. Hina does not need to eat, drink, sleep, or breathe. Biological factors, such as disease and poison, do not affect her. She also cannot get drunk, even if she would like to. She can still eat and drink if she wants, but it doesn't do anything on its own.
Skills: Hina has been around for longer than most Youkai, which gives her a bit of a leg up. She's learned a lot in her years, but only about things that seemed fun. She won't learn anything boring! She can cook well, and is very good at almost any game on the planet. She's an origami expert, and is surprisingly good with computers as well. She's the best at cartoon trivia, and knows a good amount about other Youkai too. She's also good at drawing and writing, and publishes manga online.
Equipment: Hina keeps a big pile of offerings and treasures in a locked room of the clubhouse due to her deal with Tomoko. Most of it is junk, but chances are if someone needs something weird and/or mundane, Hina can find it in her treasure room.
Brief Backstory:
"So… that's what the bitch was protecting," said the long-haired man, scowling down at the baby on the ground. It was crying, smothered and choked in the cold of the February rain.
"We… we can't. You're not going to kill the child, are you?" the short-haired man replied.
"The Ashikaga made it pretty clear. Look at those adornments, and tell me the kid isn't important. No nobles. As many as we can find."
The short-haired man approached the baby, and examined it.
"It's a girl," he said, trying to swallow his disgust, hoping the long-haired man would be dissuaded.
"Then it won't be missed," the long-haired man said, pulling a dagger from his belt.
The short-haired man shook his head, and turned away.
"I can't be a part of this."
"Then be silent and leave. Go imagine how honorable you are elsewhere, while I take care of all the tough business."
"You're a monster."
"Better a monster than allowing yet another generation to fall into the horrors of war when that girl grows up looking to stake a claim."
"You… could leave her. Here. Like this. She'll pass eventually. You don't have to-"
"Now which of us is being cruel?"
The short-haired man sighed, and went off to find a shovel nearby. As he began walking, the crying stopped.
"I'm so, so sorry, kid," he muttered, "you were born under an ill omen, at a bad time and place. That's all. You didn't… do anything wrong."
Hina knew, from the very beginning, that the darkness in the Human heart could surpass the cruelty of any Youkai. Blood in the soil. A mother and daughter, ripped asunder and reunited in death. A house built on a foundation of flesh and bones. Hina awoke in the sitting room of a just-married couple. Her first guests. They imagined that she was just a cute neighbor girl that came over often to play, only realizing in the years to come that she never aged. They had been offering her snacks and sweets, even when they didn't know she was a spirit, and that good will paid off. They bore an unequivocally healthy child, who went on to become a truly renowned samurai. This boy came back to the house, and started his own family, paying reverence to his childhood friend and guardian spirit, Hina. Each generation, however, that reverence would wane. The children would forget their old friend when they grew up. A spot that was once designated for offerings would instead be used for archiving mail. Then, converted into a litterbox for a cat. Eventually, it would be torn out for a luxuriant add-on that no one would thank Hina for, despite her blessings.
It was not over a short time that Hina felt herself come to resent Humans, even though her genesis was a true act of demonic cruelty from a very Human heart. She wanted to care for her families, because she was never given the chance to do so as a person. But they kept treating her worse and worse. They'd take what they wanted, and then forget who gave it to them. Offerings would dry up and, when she wanted to pull a prank for attention, they'd call a priest and attempt to exorcise her. However, she was one of the longest-lived Zashiki-Warashi in Japan. It would take more than that to get rid of her, and she had gotten fed up. The cruelty. The insult. The young master would never have stood for this treatment, yet his descendants were a gaggle of overprivileged ignoramuses. Hina left that house, she was powerful enough to beak that bond and strike out on her own. The hundreds of years of fortune turned into misfortune, and the entirety of the household imploded in a matter of days.
Thus, Hina went on a rampage. She'd take up new residences, give the families immense fortune, and then depart and turn it into a curse. This led to a bizarre series of strings of good luck in a small area, quickly turning catastrophic, all among unrelated persons and families. To call it a challenging case for a young supernatural investigator would be an immense understatement. Hina was not just any Zashiki-Warashi, she was an unnaturally vengeful one with a grudge, and she was always moving around. Her behavior was odd and unpredictable by any stretch, and the only way to get ahead of her would be to look out for people who seemed unnaturally lucky, determine whether they lived in a feasible area given where the previous incidences occurred, and then go to those houses and determine whether or not there was a supernatural entity there and, if there was, determine whether that entity was capable of doing all the things it seemed to be doing. It was lengthy, required hours of research and legwork, had a ton of red herrings, and occasionally it would be too late once Hina was tracked down, already having moved on. Even so, she was eventually cornered. However, Hina didn't want to fight, and suggested they play a game instead. Tomoko won (likely by cheating) and offered Hina a spot at her club. Because Hina had been caught, she thought it seemed right to go along with the girl. Maybe it would be a fun club. Besides, Tomoko said she would give Hina a space to keep offerings. Finally, a little respect.</s>
<|message|>Ibaraki Akari
"Oh, that's right..." Akari mumbled, thinking about it. She could hit a ghost. It was kind of a useless ability to have unless there were ghosts around, as far as she knew what to do with it, so it was the sort of thing that so easily slipped her mind... especially when she could only do it because of a scary story!
As much as she didn't want to go outside--for a whole variety of reasons today, from the fact they were going out to a playground to get a ghost to show up to the part where it was wet to the threat of being a potential abductee if something went horribly wrong--there was little resistance on the oni's part. She didn't even have to grab her own umbrella, she just made sure to bring another drink along. It wouldn't be the first time she'd had to prove her (fake) age to some concerned citizen or the police, and maybe it'd put off... whatever was doing this.
She might have overreacted to the ghost's appearance. Just a little. The smouldering, phantasmal arm held threateningly in case the horrifying corpse came anywhere near her was a bit more aggressive than was needed when the spirit stopped being spooky, and she sheepishly let it fizzle out, with nothing to particularly offer in terms of 'what might be behind this'.
The oni looked at the bottle in her hand, then her clothing, when Shina suggested... playing around. "My clothes would get wet. And I'd probably break something..."
Or they'd get caught, that was another one. A kimono was hardly playground attire.</s>
<|message|>Suzuki Tomoko
"No karuta today, I'm afraid," Tomoko added, smiling as she did.
"Mumumumuuuu..." the ghost seemed to fume for a few moments, hands clenched into fists at her sides, "And I was sure I was going to win this time!"
Tomoko simply kept smiling.
She'd never lost a single game.
The ghost was distracted for a moment when Hina came close, and offered her tips on how to beat Tomoko... or an OC? The ghost had no idea what an OC was, but she definitely wouldn't reject getting a drawing of one.
"Wow, I was going to help anyway, but that sounds amazing, let's do it!" she said, cheerfully, in response to the zashiki-warashi's offers.
"Your frightening form was good enough to scare both an oni," commented the blonde girl, "So at least you can count that as a win."
"Heeeeh?! Really?! An oni!? Wow!" the ghost exclaimed, clearly excited at the fact that she'd managed to frighten a yokai. Tomoko declined to mention the fact that Akari was irrationally scared of ghosts to begin with. There was no need to spoil the ghost's mood, at least not at the moment. After all, they wanted to ask her some questions, and making her upset wouldn't have helped in that goal at all. "Fufufu, I'm really impressive, aren't I?"
At the compliment from Kaori, the ghost's aura of smugness seemed to grow in power. But with it came some concern.
"Disappearances...?" asked the kimono-clad phantom, a frown coming across her lips. "Does she mean disappearances, ojou-sama? Like, the kind you might deal with?!"
"That's right," Tomoko said, unable to help but be mildly amused at the fact the ghost felt the need to clarify this to herself and choosing to elaborate on her club members' words, "Seven children have vanished in the surrounding area this month alone, and one of them was last Friday in this very park. Since you haunt this playground, we were wondering if you might know anything. Did you see anything strange last Friday afternoon?"
The ghost looked thoughtful for a few moments. Perhaps some people would think it odd to ask a ghost if she saw anything strange, but what Tomoko was looking for was anything that the ghost felt did not match up to ordinary events. After all, if she haunted this location and saw the usual routine day in and day out, something that did not match that would naturally stand out. Even if she hadn't directly seen the disappearance...
"Well, a few kids noticed me, so I was playing hide and seek with them!" declared the ghost, clearly considering this to be a happy memory, "But when I got done with that... I remember there was a woman I'd never seen around before."
"A woman that you'd never seen before?" Tomoko asked. At first glance, there was nothing particularly unusual about that. Surely new people showed up to the playground all the time, bringing their children with them. But the fact that it had specifically stood out to the ghost...
"That's right! She didn't have any children with her or anything," continued the girl phantom, "And I remember thinking that was strange because adults don't normally show up to the playground on their own, at least not the good kind of adults. So I decided I was going to keep an eye on her, and spook her if she tried anything with the kids! But then I noticed that no-one else seemed to see her... so I think she must have been a ghost like me."
A phantom woman who appeared the same day as Makishima Taro disappeared, at the same time? Tomoko had long since concluded coincidences were a rarity, and this didn't sound like one.
"Then what happened?" she asked.
"Well, I was going to keep an eye on her... but then the kids wanted to play hide and seek again, and I couldn't say no! But after that, I think I remember hearing some of the parents calling for their child... Who had the same name as the one Spider-san described!"
Daze@Vega7285@Pyromania99@AzureKnight@Rune_Alchemist@Octo</s>
| <|message|>Hina
Hina removed a sketchbook from the backpack she carried around as a pretend student, and deftly flipped it to a blank page with fingers as fast as lightning. She pressed a fingertip to the edge of her pencil to check its sharpness, nodded to herself, and sidled up next to the ghost. It was just a sketch, so no need to do an outline or anything. She just needed some basic information.
"Alright, so what are we looking at here? Half Angel half Demons are popular. A Vampire, maybe? I also draw kemono if you're into that. Are they from a certain property like Fate or One Piece? Just tell me whatever you're comfortable with and I'll start drawing, the more info the better."
She leaned in closer to the ghost girl and added conspiratorially into her ear, "speaking of the not good kind of adult, don't get too close to that Spider. She's already thinking about lewding you up. Fair warning."
As she awaited the ghost's input, Hina looked back to Homura.
"Well, if we consider that it's an urban legend, and we assume it's that woman our friendly ghost saw, along with its penchant for taking children, it's no wonder it would come by here. We can use these pieces of information to build a profile. But your question does have me wondering: why here and now? Either way..."
Hina scrunched her face up in mock anguish, puffing her cheeks and pouting.
"It's probably not a funny Nurikabe! And if it's some sort of phantom, it's not a crappy Human," she complained, stomping her little feet in the world's least threatening tantrum, "I swear it's gonna be one of those some day!"</s> |
<|description|>Hina
Age: 674 (looks ~13 at the oldest)
Gender: Female
Race: Zashiki-Warashi (Chopirako Class)
Appearance: A young-looking girl that very obviously does not belong in high school, though insists that she's just very short for her age. She has long brown hair, and tends to wear traditional clothing that makes her stand out quite a bit. Hina has a light and a beauty that is unimpeachable, as expected of a top-class Zashiki-Warashi. The smile on her face is perpetual, the smile in her heart is not.
Personality: Though she acts friendly, and is often genuinely playful, there's a deep darkness in her heart at the very edge of perception. She tends to look down on Humans, despite nominally getting along with them, and plays pranks often. Sometimes, however, what she thinks is funny and what others think is funny are two different things.
Abilities: Hina is able to bless and curse others at her whim. She has some control over how powerful these blessings or curses are, though they can be made more powerful through offerings. A great enough offering may allow her to bless or curse someone to an immense degree for an entire lifetime. Hina can become tangible and intangible, can walk through nonmagical walls and obstacles, and is capable of flight. Anything she wears or holds can become intangible with her. Hina does not need to eat, drink, sleep, or breathe. Biological factors, such as disease and poison, do not affect her. She also cannot get drunk, even if she would like to. She can still eat and drink if she wants, but it doesn't do anything on its own.
Skills: Hina has been around for longer than most Youkai, which gives her a bit of a leg up. She's learned a lot in her years, but only about things that seemed fun. She won't learn anything boring! She can cook well, and is very good at almost any game on the planet. She's an origami expert, and is surprisingly good with computers as well. She's the best at cartoon trivia, and knows a good amount about other Youkai too. She's also good at drawing and writing, and publishes manga online.
Equipment: Hina keeps a big pile of offerings and treasures in a locked room of the clubhouse due to her deal with Tomoko. Most of it is junk, but chances are if someone needs something weird and/or mundane, Hina can find it in her treasure room.
Brief Backstory:
"So… that's what the bitch was protecting," said the long-haired man, scowling down at the baby on the ground. It was crying, smothered and choked in the cold of the February rain.
"We… we can't. You're not going to kill the child, are you?" the short-haired man replied.
"The Ashikaga made it pretty clear. Look at those adornments, and tell me the kid isn't important. No nobles. As many as we can find."
The short-haired man approached the baby, and examined it.
"It's a girl," he said, trying to swallow his disgust, hoping the long-haired man would be dissuaded.
"Then it won't be missed," the long-haired man said, pulling a dagger from his belt.
The short-haired man shook his head, and turned away.
"I can't be a part of this."
"Then be silent and leave. Go imagine how honorable you are elsewhere, while I take care of all the tough business."
"You're a monster."
"Better a monster than allowing yet another generation to fall into the horrors of war when that girl grows up looking to stake a claim."
"You… could leave her. Here. Like this. She'll pass eventually. You don't have to-"
"Now which of us is being cruel?"
The short-haired man sighed, and went off to find a shovel nearby. As he began walking, the crying stopped.
"I'm so, so sorry, kid," he muttered, "you were born under an ill omen, at a bad time and place. That's all. You didn't… do anything wrong."
Hina knew, from the very beginning, that the darkness in the Human heart could surpass the cruelty of any Youkai. Blood in the soil. A mother and daughter, ripped asunder and reunited in death. A house built on a foundation of flesh and bones. Hina awoke in the sitting room of a just-married couple. Her first guests. They imagined that she was just a cute neighbor girl that came over often to play, only realizing in the years to come that she never aged. They had been offering her snacks and sweets, even when they didn't know she was a spirit, and that good will paid off. They bore an unequivocally healthy child, who went on to become a truly renowned samurai. This boy came back to the house, and started his own family, paying reverence to his childhood friend and guardian spirit, Hina. Each generation, however, that reverence would wane. The children would forget their old friend when they grew up. A spot that was once designated for offerings would instead be used for archiving mail. Then, converted into a litterbox for a cat. Eventually, it would be torn out for a luxuriant add-on that no one would thank Hina for, despite her blessings.
It was not over a short time that Hina felt herself come to resent Humans, even though her genesis was a true act of demonic cruelty from a very Human heart. She wanted to care for her families, because she was never given the chance to do so as a person. But they kept treating her worse and worse. They'd take what they wanted, and then forget who gave it to them. Offerings would dry up and, when she wanted to pull a prank for attention, they'd call a priest and attempt to exorcise her. However, she was one of the longest-lived Zashiki-Warashi in Japan. It would take more than that to get rid of her, and she had gotten fed up. The cruelty. The insult. The young master would never have stood for this treatment, yet his descendants were a gaggle of overprivileged ignoramuses. Hina left that house, she was powerful enough to beak that bond and strike out on her own. The hundreds of years of fortune turned into misfortune, and the entirety of the household imploded in a matter of days.
Thus, Hina went on a rampage. She'd take up new residences, give the families immense fortune, and then depart and turn it into a curse. This led to a bizarre series of strings of good luck in a small area, quickly turning catastrophic, all among unrelated persons and families. To call it a challenging case for a young supernatural investigator would be an immense understatement. Hina was not just any Zashiki-Warashi, she was an unnaturally vengeful one with a grudge, and she was always moving around. Her behavior was odd and unpredictable by any stretch, and the only way to get ahead of her would be to look out for people who seemed unnaturally lucky, determine whether they lived in a feasible area given where the previous incidences occurred, and then go to those houses and determine whether or not there was a supernatural entity there and, if there was, determine whether that entity was capable of doing all the things it seemed to be doing. It was lengthy, required hours of research and legwork, had a ton of red herrings, and occasionally it would be too late once Hina was tracked down, already having moved on. Even so, she was eventually cornered. However, Hina didn't want to fight, and suggested they play a game instead. Tomoko won (likely by cheating) and offered Hina a spot at her club. Because Hina had been caught, she thought it seemed right to go along with the girl. Maybe it would be a fun club. Besides, Tomoko said she would give Hina a space to keep offerings. Finally, a little respect.</s>
<|message|>Suzuki Tomoko
"Ummmm..." at the drawing offers, the ghost looked thoughtful for a few moments, "A samurai! A cute ghost girl samurai!"
Given her manner of dress, it was quite possible the ghost was alive when the samurai class still existed. Or, perhaps, she just thought it was a cool idea.
Tomoko considered the information that the ghost had provided thus far. A female apparition that no-one else seemed to see... and yet she didn't anticipate that the perpetrator was a ghost. A wandering ghost was unlikely to possess the power to cause children to simply vanish, something like that would demand far more power then the average disembodied soul without a concrete location to anchor itself would be capable of mustering. Even a ghost like the one they were speaking to now, fully capable of interacting with children, would not have the capability to simply cause those children to vanish.
Kaori, however, had hit upon a line of questioning that Tomoko had wanted to pursue almost from the outset.
"Her height? How she dressed?" the ghost asked, cocking her head as she made no effort to escape from the jororgumo's grip, "Well, if it's for karuta..."
And Homura's elaboration was the exact direction Tomoko would have taken herself.
She was certain now, but she wanted confirmation.
"Oh... how did you know?! That's exactly what she was wearing! ... Is that bad or good?" the ghost immediately seemed uncertain. "She was also really tall, the tallest person I've ever seen!"
"You've confirmed my suspicions, good work!" declared Tomoko brightly, flashing a thumbs up towards the ghost, who seemed surprised for the moment that what she's said was enough to confirm anything.
"I know we were already suspecting we might be dealing with something like this," she said, as she turned to her club members, "But now our suspicions are confirmed. We're not dealing with an ancient mountain hag, a displaced kappa, or anything like that. We're dealing with something quite a bit more urban, but without a penchant for facemasks and giant pairs of shears!"
The blonde girl tapped the tip of her walking stick against the ground.
"Our perpetrator is Hasshaku-sama!"
She paused for a moment, for dramatic effect.
"Oh! I've heard children talk about that, what is it?" asked the ghost. It was only natural she didn't know, having died before the internet existed in its current form.
"She's a ghost, or a yokai depending on who you ask," Tomoko explained, "Who focuses largely on children. She takes them away, in most tellings, which is something I'm counting on. But the important thing to know is this: Hasshaku-sama is entirely fictional."
The ghost stared blankly.
"Eeeh? Then how is she the culprit...?"
Tomoko brushed the question off.
"What we need to do now is figure out how we're going to lure her out!"
Using her stick, she pointed it towards Shuichiro.
"If you can find a trail, that should help too, but I'm sure we're going to need some bait either way."
Daze@Vega7285@Pyromania99@AzureKnight@Rune_Alchemist@Octo</s>
<|message|>Ibaraki Akari
Akari, too, stared. Entirely fictional? If something was entirely fictional, it couldn't take people away. If something entirely fictional was now taking things away, then it obviously wasn't entirely fictional. It didn't particularly matter if it was something being a copycat of this supposedly fictional person or what was going on, the oni just... didn't think it was possible to have a definition of fiction that extended to going around taking children.
Although, she didn't really want to argue with Tomoko about what was fictional and whether random bits of net lore counted as fiction anyway, so the small girl just frowned. "Bait? Like... sake? Sake is good bait..."
Especially for oni, but it also worked reasonably well on a lot of other things. Who could resist a free drink?</s>
| <|message|>Hina
Before Hina could start drawing, Kaori drew her into a hug and immediately alarm bells went off. Hina groaned and kicked her little feet ineffectually, whining and flopping against the spider like a suffocating tuna. As the ghost explained what she wanted drawn, Hina slowly realized that Kaori couldn't really do anything to her in front of Tomoko if she didn't want to be punished, and calmed down somewhat. She shot Kaori a glare and puffed up her cheeks, giving the spider a saucy 'HMPH' before shaking her head and looking down at her sketch pad. Even trapped in Kaori's arms, she could draw. Hina was a true professional in the end.
If Hina assumed that the ghost enjoyed karuta as much in life as she did now, she was probably from the mid 1500s at the earliest. This meant that the samurai armor she might be familiar with would be of a full plate style that had been adapted from European armor at that time, which was a better defense against arquebusiers than the previous lamellar style. This was just as well, because drawing the individual scales would be a hassle. In order to save even more time, she would give the ghost samurai a ghost tail instead of legs. This would also signal that this samurai was, indeed, a ghost, because it would be hard to make that clear otherwise. Why was a ghost wearing armor at all? Because it's cool, alright? It's a ghost samurai.
The details were largely left up to Hina, but given the description, she assumed it was something of a self-insert. Hina would sketch a girl much like this ghost in a semi-realistic style, because the ghost didn't seem to be up on modern trends. A manga-like style might just confuse her. Creating such a quality sketch was possible with the time she saved in other areas. Given that the symbol of a samurai is their sword, she opted to make it special and cover it in cool ghost flames. To finish it off, she created a stylized flower mon to represent the family this samurai belonged to. Hina based it off of a hibiscus, like the flowers on the girl's kimono, and zonked back to reality when Tomoko announced the culprit.
"Ah... I thought it might be her. Hachishaku-sama, right? She's really evolved from the old 2chan thread and become her own thing nowadays, huh? Originally she'd just possess and kill you, but due to memetic mutation..."
Hina trailed off as she handed the sketch to the ghost and winked.
"Don't spend it all in one place~"
She turned back to the rest of the club members.
"So... Foxboy locates her, then we set up the bait to get her to appear," Hina said thoughtfully, "hmmm... but who could we use that would be relatively safe, and might be able to get out of trouble if things get dicey?"
Hina casually went incorporeal to escape Kaori's clutches and paced around a little.
"Someone who looks like a little kid, but is experienced enough to take care of themselves. Hmmm..."
Then, she locked eyes with Tomoko, the light of mutual understanding flashing in her pupils, and approached the boss.
"No need to say anything. I get it... I definitely get it... I'll help you pick out a cute randoseru so you can serve as bait! I even have an elementary school uniform in my treasure room you can use! I know it fits me, so it will probably fit you."</s> |
<|description|>Valindra Bearfall
Val Bearfall
"Do you have a job for me?"
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Age:
Thirty-Eight
Gender:
Female
Race:
Elf
Height:
5'1"
Birthday:
Breithe 8
Job Title:
"Dogsbody" – Courier/Stablehand
Residency:
One Season
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Positive Traits:
Hard-Working; Energetic; Chatterbox
Negative Traits:
Superstitious; Nervous; Dense
Likes:
Shiny trinkets and knick-knacks, maps, praise, ornery farm animals.
Dislikes:
Books, flowers (except dandelions), wastage, thunderstorms.
Hobbies:
Val's job takes up most of her life: even when she is not being paid for it, she often runs other errands for folk in town. Otherwise, she's out in the wilderness somewhere, helping to sketch out the local landscape and enjoying the natural vistas. In her small patch of cleared land, she's trying to raise chickens but can't bear to separate them from their eggs yet because of the emotional trauma it could cause.
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Heart Meter
* Rel | ♥♥♥♥♥
* Jeane Robert Cindercloud | ♥♥♥♥♥
* Mirik | ♥♥♥♥♥
* Alastair Doppler | ♥♥♥♥♥
* Roc Tal Thur | ♥♥♥♥♥
* Baylen Stonestrider | ♥♥♥♥♥
* Vera Byrnfield | ♥♥♥♥♥
* Shamie Ragadel | ♥♥♥♥♥ - Employer
* Losgann | ♥♥♥♥♥ - The Most Noble of Steeds</s>
<|message|>Cresta Dustwallow
Location: East Hillhaven - Orc Trading Caravan
"Well I'll be, ya'll been up' inna mountains lately haven'cha?" Cresta cried out to the group of ten or so orcs sitting around the shanty wooden tables they had set up around their stagecoaches and mercantile carts on the less paved pat of Hillhaven. Most orcs liked the feeling of grass and dirt between their bare toes.
"Mmn, we have to see what exactly what resources are available. There's leftover scales, loose teeth, and some dragonstone as well, but a few draka have remained and probably will be staying til winter so we only go once every few days." The tallest orc of the group spoke out, he was dressed in ceremonial orcish garments with an exposed torso which was marred by three deep claw marks.
"Ah, ah well ya'll be careful. Ye' greenies are good strong-bodied peoples. We can't ford'a lose ya'." Cresta tipped her hat to To'ki'to the alpha orcish man.
"I appreciate the concern mayor, you take care of yourself as well." To'ki nodded back before returning his attention to the table where him and other orcs were fiddling with the dragon parts on the table.
Cresta patted the side of her white-black speckled stallion giving him the signal to tread deeper into their little corner of the town, two boys and a little orcish girl had been chasing eachother and roughhousing in the soft tilled soil along the rear of their of the encampment. The mayor clicked her tongue and shook her head at the little ones, then looked at the largest structure of orcish design in Hillhaven. It was a mobile structure, it's design includes large wheels set outside the body, each side sloped outward a great amount as they rise toward the eaves. Beyond this characteristic, there were tightly strung animal hides around it displayed out to the summer sun to tan- and very large rib bones stuck into the ground almost like a fence around the structure.
The mayor slid off the side of her horse and stroked her hand along his neck a few times before whispering to herself, and him "Real quick, I promise." in which the stallion just huffed out before clacking over to a small man-made pond to begin drinking water. Cresta then slowly approached the orcish vardo, knocking on a small wooden post near its entrance before entering past the rib fence to make her presence known. As she reached the barkwood door, she pressed it open to enter. Inside the vardo was smoky, a gray haze filled it entirely as if someone had been cooking all day without venting the place out. But the smell was nice. herbal, a shamanistic ritual was taking place here. As Cresta pressed deeper inside the residence, navigating past tables with various bones and herbs on them and other orcish furniture she eventually found a really-really-really-really large Orc woman sitting in front of her stonefire oven with her eyes rolled back. Her skin was paler than many of the other orcs, her hair matted into long dreads that reached the wooden floor.
"C- C- C- C- C- Cresta~ Whadda'ya'doin'ere?" The shamaness asked still in her spirit ritual.
"M'glad ye' finally made it Ba Ba. Iz figured ye' woulda' swung by the town hall when ye' got'ere. Guess'n ye' still getting used ta' Hillhaven life?" The mayor asked with a much more relaxed town, looking around before leaning back and resting her elbows on a nearby tabletop.
The extra large orc shamaness snapped back into reality, her big brown eyes now glossy as they regained focus as she turned around to look at the head honcho of the little pioneer town. Ba Ba reached for a large drinking skin full of firewater taking a few sips before standing walking over the table herself, the weight of her footsteps creaking the floorboards. She let out a large grunty exhale, offering the skin to Cresta who widened her sights at the opportunity of some fine home-brewed drinking.
"Justa'been'doin'dis." Ba Ba canted her head to the ritual tapestry laid across the floor, which had the old heart of some creature laying atop of it- along with some black wax candles.
Cresta took a big of firewater before handing it back to the shamaness. "Looks grim, guess'n that's over now'e?" The mayor raised one loft eyebrow as if egging Ba Ba on, the hat dipping back as she looked up at her.
"Fine. Da'saloon'll do." The orc shamaness finally admitted defeat, accepting the mayor's invitation to actually set foot in the town of Hillhaven.</s>
<|message|>Mirik, Aka > Lizard, Big Guy
Mirik
Plenty of new people to meet at this village. So far they didn't seem to react with violence, for Mirik this was a good start. The last thing he wanted was a fight even if that was why he was sent here in the first place. With his role in the tribe as war priest it was his decision of whether these people were friends or not.
The small gathering of people only seemed to grow, his predator like eyes scanning the faces of those near and far. Some watching, some whispering, most didn't seem to know what they were looking at or how to respond. Still, a few that had a bit more composure seemed to step forward and speak.
The first to approach him and his human friend didn't hold any fear or hate in her eyes. Her gaze was something he had seen before in the old warriors and hunters the scars on her face and even how she held herself told more stories then most could likely see. She did seem very friendly with Robb then turned to him and introduced herself.
"Veeerrraaa borrrn vornn vorrrrrn felt" letting the words pour from his mouth, it was different then his friends. "Veeerra Frieeend?"
Looking to her hand for a moment as she held it out, the gesture wasn't familiar to him. Looking to Rob for some sort of guidance and not receiving any ques. The large Sarcogan reached out with his giant hand and simply poked the tips of her fingers with his. Bringing his fist to his chest he spoke again.
"Mirik, we Sarcogan. Mirik meeed leeeeder." A small rustling in his pack turned his attention away from her for a moment before another strange human spoke up using words he did not recognize.
This human was strange, their skin was purple and their ears were pointed. They seemed friendly enough but it was still confusing to him. All these humans were strange. Mirik starred at this one for a few moments, again bobbing his head from side to side. "What hannnnd suum?" thinking aloud for a moment then turning back to Rob, "why humon puuuurple?"
His questions were again cut short with more shuffling in his bag and a soft Mewing sound coming from it. The large lizard seemed to perk up at this and smile, "oh, Vos so key Varkan, vos so key." Speaking his native language he carefully sat down with his bag next to him. Wrapping his tail around in front of him he began to dig through the bag. Even sitting he was still at eye level with most of them.
It didn't take him long to pull two large ovals wrapped in a thick moist leaf of some kind. Nothing about these looked remarkable other than the pink nose protruding from one end. Placing the two down in front of him and slowly unwrapping the small animals. They looked like small goats with obvious vines growing from the white and brown fur on their back and wrapping up around their neck, head, and horns. Small buds already beginning to grow.
Mirik bent down and nuzzled the small creatures, they seemed to be sleeping. "Vos so key Varkannn Vos so keyyy." Almost singing to them as they began to stir, yawning and continuing the mewing noise almost like that of a kitten. Once they were up and about, the duo climbed up onto the Sarcogan's shoulders and head. Mirik did not seem bothered by this at all while he looked to the other humans and pointed to the goats, "Varkann."</s>
| <|message|>Valindra Bearfall
LOCATION: Ragadel Ranch
WITH: Shamie
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"Morning, Miss!" Val gave a jaunty salute as she entered the field and tied off the gate again behind her. That was rule one to making sure the horses and the ules stayed where they ought to be: keep everything secured. Nobody had ever said she was a slow learner. (Or, well, they had, but that was when they were teaching oral histories and pretty useless elven sagas, not unicorn care!).
"Yes! It sure is a good one, isn't it? Sorry I'm late. There's a warren of pompadours in my backyard – well, not my backyard, but in the space beside my garden, you know, where the grass is all foof––"
She paused to gesture with her hand against her upper thigh to illustrate the length of the grass but apparently had no need to pause for breath, because she continued, "And I got up early to watch them, but then I realised, they're not going to come out unless I feed them, and if I feed them, then I'm taking on the responsibility of feeding them forever, so I was dwelling on it. I meant to get here by proper dawn."
Just when it might have seemed like she'd ran out of things to say, and was toeing the ground with her thick leather boots, the sawdust burning behind the curtain sparked a flame of remembrance. The crumpled piece of parchment was pulled from the pocket of her duster and pushed towards Shamie. "Oh! And there's something about hosting a festival in town. Human shindig, the Celebration of Stars, but anyone can volunteer 'cause we're one big blendy family here. If they did one for ours last season we must have missed it for the set-up, so... it could be nice if we– I mean, if someone did something to help out with this one."
As if an automaton, Val noticed her employer's current task of feeding the animals and fell into step, picking up where she ought to be helping in her duties: checking on the horses and the ules (never the wild ones), then mucking out the stalls where Losgann was also stabled.
Come to think of it, Val had missed her own birthday, too – completely forgotten in the wake of setting up the ranch and ferrying messages to and fro. Did people even celebrate birthdays out here, or was it just her?</s> |
<|description|>Lance Prince
Age: 18
Sex: Male
Physical Description:
* Height: 5'8"
* Weight: 154 lbs
* Hair color: Brown
* Eye color: Blue
* Tattoo / Scars: n/a
Casually, his style is reminiscent of growing up on a boat. Around the tower, he is often seen just wearing shorts and an unbuttoned shirt. His clothes tend to ere more on the worn and old kind, with even his new clothes seeming distressed. Preferring nautical styles, he often roles up long pants when he wears boat shoes, to expose his ankles.
When fighting crime, he tends to keep his style reminiscent of his mother.
GIFT :
Son of Themysceria
Being of Amazonian descent, Lance is strong enough to lift small cars and bend metal, fast enough to move at/beyond the high-way speed limit, durable enough to withstand being thrown off tall buildings. Making him more powerful than an ordinary human, but still much weaker than a full-blooded, mature Amazonian. While he does possess the capability to grow stronger, but he won't reach his peak for another six years, at least.
Being the Son of Wonder Woman, and considered the heir to the Sons of Themyscira, he was been given several Godly Gifts, forged by Hephaestus.
Bracers Designed by Jason and forged by Hephaestus, the Bracers of Zeus are Lance's primary Godly gift. They allow him to generate lightning in his hands and hurl the bolts like his grandfather and namesake of the bracers.
The Aegis of Athena is Lance's shield. Since he is not yet fully adept at 'bullets and bracers' he relies more on using the shield to protect himself. The shield is very light, yet nearly indestructible. It can also be used as a throwing weapon, nearly always bouncing back to Lance.
Very similar to Wonder Woman's Golden Lasso of Truth, however, less powerful. It cannot force someone, to tell the truth, but they are more likely to. Giving someone bound by it, a predisposition to being truthful. It is silver in colour, compared to Wonder Woman's Gold.
Gift Limitations : Piercing Damage While he is more durable than a normal human, this is mostly applied to blunt and slashing damage. Most piercing damage will bypass his durability more effectively. Small arms, like pistols, leave a pretty substantial bruise, while larger guns can punch a hole through him. Hence why he tends to use his bracers and shield to defend himself.
Relience on Godly Gifts As helpful as the gifts are, they do present their own weakness. They are linking spiritually to Lance, and as such, can be used against him using the right magic. Additionally, should one get broken, he will permanently lose some power. If all are broken, he will be rendered mortal, and have lost all of his powers forever.
Skills :
* Shield Fighting
* Hand to Hand Combat
* Fishing
* Boating
* Equestrian, and by extension motorcycles
* Throwing
* Novice Enginering
Brief History
Lance Prince is the son of Diana Prince, Wonder W@oman, and Bruce Wayne, Batman, but Brice doesn't know. It was the result of their long on-again, off-again relationship. Bruce got Diana pregnant, but she didn't want him finding out. So, she pulled some strings and hid out on Themysceria to carry the child to term. With the child born, she sent the baby boy to live with her twin brother Jason. The reason for the deception was because Diana didn't want that extra stress on the relationships within the League. So, she started concocting a story. When the Justice League found out about her son, staying with Jason, she told them that he was her son with Thomas Tresser. That they had rekindled a relationship after working together with the DMA.
Lance was raised by his uncle on a fishing boat. Taught how to survive at sea, and keep his powers under control. Until he turned twelve when Jason believed it was time for the boy to learn what it meant to be an Amazonian, and Son of Themysceria.
First, he took the boy to Hephaestus's forge. The god and Jason helping Lance create his Godly Gifts.
Now with his bracers, shield and lasso, Jason dropped him off at Themyseceria. Once there, the twins had a heated discussion about whether or not Lance should be trained as an Amazonian. She wanted her son to live a quiet normal life but conceded that he was Amazonian by birth, and to deny that heritage would be to deny himself. So, he was trained among the other Amazonian children on the island.
When he turned eighteen, Diana gave him a choice. He could join the Teen Titans and start following in her footsteps to hopefully become a member of the Justice League, stay on Themysceria and be raised as a Son of Themysceria to protect the island and its people, or leave the island and live a normal life. Of course, no matter what he chose, the decision wasn't going to be final. Just a way to get him thinking about what he wanted to do. So, he chose to join the Teen Titans.</s>
<|message|>Lance Prince
Lance put the phone down after watching the video. Taking his headphone's out and wrapping his phone up in them before putting it all back in his pocket. He sighed he approached the front gates. He had seen Wendy around Themysceria a few times. They had spoken a few times but weren't close. She was just as over the top and showy as he remembered. Stopping a distance from the main gate, he paused. Seeing a group of paparazzi and fans trying to get a picture of the members of the team, or more likely just Wendy.
Lance took a couple of steps back before turning to find another way in. Of course, Blondie's status as Model was going to attract paparazzi to the tower, in an attempt to get the latest scoop on the social influencer turned superhero. It just wasn't something he wanted to get involved in. However, doing the right thing was more important.
Making his way to the garage, he placed his hand on the palm reader. Hoping his palm print had already been imported to the system.</s>
<|message|>Wendy Weathers
A Tall dark haired girl in coveralls that sport a Magus ltd. logo and it's prominent moto above and below "Impossible is just another word" is standing in the opening garage door smiling he hazel green eyes studying Wonder Boy for a moment before she speaks.
"Hello Mr. Prince and welcome to the Titans" she says in a sweet soft tone. "Please accept these"
She holds out in her hand a card with a huge Logo in the center of a red circle that was a Blue T covering a Magenta M, a pair of sleek wraparound shades, Magus cell hub smaller than any on the market.
"Your pass card for sealed areas of the complex that require a physical key and it also serves as you Magus debit card. These glasses are a full HUD and coms and the hub is an armored and satlink booster for those pesky dead zones.
If you would like modified versions of these to suit your preferences you can contact me on the house com."</s>
<|message|>Charles Draven McCloud
The Gamer
Charles would sigh and scratch back of his head as he looked at the strange attachment he was sent. He wondered if this was something real or some advertisement for some M to adult rated movie that was somehow sent to him by his enemy. He'd shake his head at theses thoughts "either way.. if this is real then it's the start... if it isn't.... then just another thing to add to the list" he states to himself before looking to the sky and straightens up from leaning against a wall, he'd walk out of the alley way he was in to the streets and look in the distance to the water and begin walking in that direction. "first step is to find this base.... they didn't give a location to gather at... but my guess is a base somewhere at the coast or off coast by all the water it kept showing.." he'd deduce to himself as he makes his way.</s>
<|message|>Tyrion Two Bears
Twang. Message for you Sir! The speaker of the smartphone played. The owner rolled over and slapped a hand on the phone. Pulling it to him he unplugged the charger, and tapped the screen. A smile appeared on the owners face as he started the video a second time.
After another few viewings Ty finally planted his feet and got off his sister's couch. Digging a change of clothes out of his bag and took a nice, long shower. After getting dressed, he sent a message to his sister. You were right, I got in. Not gonna wear the suit for introductions. Hopefully won't be needed.
Grabbing his jacket Tyrion walked out of Trinity's apartment in the tower. He strode down the hall to the elevator and stepped into the metal box. His finger raised and he pushed a button that had previously been forbidden. Glancing down he smirked at the visitor badge clipped to his jacket. "Guess I won't be needing you anymore." Ty chuckled to himself as he gave it a tug and jammed it into his pocket. The elevator smoothly rising.</s>
<|message|>Wendy Weathers
Wendy lounged on the couch in the common area thinking about how she was going to head out in a bit for a ride around Miami in her own little show of the flag so to speak.
She knew that some people saw her as flashy because she used her notoriety to help make a good impression on public opinion and she didn't care because what they thought thinking them to be prudes or just Haters. That's when Trin told her that Wonder Boy was here by flashing an image of her chatting to Mr. Prince.
So she stretched for a bit then got up and headed towards the entry just in time to see Ty Trin's brother as the doors opened to the elevator.
"Hi Ty ready to get to work making this place work?" she said showing him the smile that had graced many adds.
~She's dressed in a skin tight Black, White, and Blue road glossy armored motorcycle suit the Blue Titan's T across her back and abdomen because if it were across the chest like the male versions it might be hard to tell it was a T.~ She is also wearing a pair of the HUD Glasses making her look like she's dressed for an add or Scifi movie~</s>
| <|message|>Lance Prince
Lance accepted the offerings. Slipping on the shades and pocketing the rest. "Thank you." He nodded his appreciation. Tapping the side of the glasses, he activated the HUD. Trying to get used to the interface. "So, Wendy has a few..." He paused. Stroking his chin, trying to think of the right word. "Fans at the main gate." He finished, gesturing in that direction. "Do you mind?" He gestured past her. "I need to get inside, but don't really know my way around." He flashed her a smile. "Its Trinity, isn't it? Do you mind giving me the tour?"</s> |
<|description|>Lance Prince
Age: 18
Sex: Male
Physical Description:
* Height: 5'8"
* Weight: 154 lbs
* Hair color: Brown
* Eye color: Blue
* Tattoo / Scars: n/a
Casually, his style is reminiscent of growing up on a boat. Around the tower, he is often seen just wearing shorts and an unbuttoned shirt. His clothes tend to ere more on the worn and old kind, with even his new clothes seeming distressed. Preferring nautical styles, he often roles up long pants when he wears boat shoes, to expose his ankles.
When fighting crime, he tends to keep his style reminiscent of his mother.
GIFT :
Son of Themysceria
Being of Amazonian descent, Lance is strong enough to lift small cars and bend metal, fast enough to move at/beyond the high-way speed limit, durable enough to withstand being thrown off tall buildings. Making him more powerful than an ordinary human, but still much weaker than a full-blooded, mature Amazonian. While he does possess the capability to grow stronger, but he won't reach his peak for another six years, at least.
Being the Son of Wonder Woman, and considered the heir to the Sons of Themyscira, he was been given several Godly Gifts, forged by Hephaestus.
Bracers Designed by Jason and forged by Hephaestus, the Bracers of Zeus are Lance's primary Godly gift. They allow him to generate lightning in his hands and hurl the bolts like his grandfather and namesake of the bracers.
The Aegis of Athena is Lance's shield. Since he is not yet fully adept at 'bullets and bracers' he relies more on using the shield to protect himself. The shield is very light, yet nearly indestructible. It can also be used as a throwing weapon, nearly always bouncing back to Lance.
Very similar to Wonder Woman's Golden Lasso of Truth, however, less powerful. It cannot force someone, to tell the truth, but they are more likely to. Giving someone bound by it, a predisposition to being truthful. It is silver in colour, compared to Wonder Woman's Gold.
Gift Limitations : Piercing Damage While he is more durable than a normal human, this is mostly applied to blunt and slashing damage. Most piercing damage will bypass his durability more effectively. Small arms, like pistols, leave a pretty substantial bruise, while larger guns can punch a hole through him. Hence why he tends to use his bracers and shield to defend himself.
Relience on Godly Gifts As helpful as the gifts are, they do present their own weakness. They are linking spiritually to Lance, and as such, can be used against him using the right magic. Additionally, should one get broken, he will permanently lose some power. If all are broken, he will be rendered mortal, and have lost all of his powers forever.
Skills :
* Shield Fighting
* Hand to Hand Combat
* Fishing
* Boating
* Equestrian, and by extension motorcycles
* Throwing
* Novice Enginering
Brief History
Lance Prince is the son of Diana Prince, Wonder W@oman, and Bruce Wayne, Batman, but Brice doesn't know. It was the result of their long on-again, off-again relationship. Bruce got Diana pregnant, but she didn't want him finding out. So, she pulled some strings and hid out on Themysceria to carry the child to term. With the child born, she sent the baby boy to live with her twin brother Jason. The reason for the deception was because Diana didn't want that extra stress on the relationships within the League. So, she started concocting a story. When the Justice League found out about her son, staying with Jason, she told them that he was her son with Thomas Tresser. That they had rekindled a relationship after working together with the DMA.
Lance was raised by his uncle on a fishing boat. Taught how to survive at sea, and keep his powers under control. Until he turned twelve when Jason believed it was time for the boy to learn what it meant to be an Amazonian, and Son of Themysceria.
First, he took the boy to Hephaestus's forge. The god and Jason helping Lance create his Godly Gifts.
Now with his bracers, shield and lasso, Jason dropped him off at Themyseceria. Once there, the twins had a heated discussion about whether or not Lance should be trained as an Amazonian. She wanted her son to live a quiet normal life but conceded that he was Amazonian by birth, and to deny that heritage would be to deny himself. So, he was trained among the other Amazonian children on the island.
When he turned eighteen, Diana gave him a choice. He could join the Teen Titans and start following in her footsteps to hopefully become a member of the Justice League, stay on Themysceria and be raised as a Son of Themysceria to protect the island and its people, or leave the island and live a normal life. Of course, no matter what he chose, the decision wasn't going to be final. Just a way to get him thinking about what he wanted to do. So, he chose to join the Teen Titans.</s>
<|message|>Charles Draven McCloud
The Gamer
Charles would be thinking about how to get by without causing a panic with his ability when he suddenly heard a voice causing him to jump, seeing the drone his eyes would narrow but then hearing what it said he sighed. He nodded "yes, thank you" he stated before following the drone to the water craft. He knew this was going to be something he had to get use to, but he was more afraid of people getting harmed just from him being near them.</s>
<|message|>Wendy Weathers
Wendy looks at Tyrion and signs saying "I am hoping for 5 but at present counting you we have three, one of them is Wonder Boy Diana's son... He's with Trinity right now so they should be here soon.
Then she moves close enough to lean on him and in a sweet voice asks "Are you sure you can't talk her into joining, the team could use a girl that can press 25 tons and shrug off small arms fire" then she hip checks him and sighs.
Wendy knows Trinity is a Pacifist and that her lucrative contract with Drifter requires she avoid fights but honestly wishes it wasn't so because Trin is one of the most grounded young person she knows.</s>
<|message|>Tyrion Two Bears
Tyrion nodded as Wendy answered his question. Before he could comment the beautiful girl leaned on him, blush starting to creep up his cheeks. It wasn't till after her hip bounced off his, that Coyote recovered his voice.
"You know Trin. Stubborn as possible and…" Ty shrugged. "She'd never forgive herself if she patted some poor cop on the shoulder too hard."
Ty knew that part of his twin still felt bad about the bed she destroyed when she 'flowered'. Going too hard and accidentally hurting anything would ruin his sister. She'd second guess everything she planned from that point forward.
And Tyrion couldn't let that happen any more than he could wear the Two Bears name and not try to make the world a better place. Couldn't follow his father and grandfather's footsteps into the military (yet) and lacked his sister's talents. So fighting crime was how he would do it, for now.
Before he could say anything further the sound of the door sliding open grabbed his attention. "Speak of the devil." He said with a smirk.</s>
<|message|>Wendy Weathers
Glory piloted the little craft that carried Charles towards the Titan's docks sliding past the hull that contained her mainframe. The Yacht was a 265 foot Twin hulled hydrofoil that looked as if it were already in motion; near it were several smaller craft several that were twins of the one that carried Charles.
The little crafts parking spot was easy to spot as it was the only berth that was empty and it bumped gently into an inflated fender as two slender robotic arms reached out and attached cables to the boat's stanchions.
"We have arrived sir if you will please follow my drone it will lead you directly to Wendy."
The small drone that and contacted him hovered off the boat and towards stairs.
(You can follow it right to the others then post; they are standing in the lounge reception area)</s>
<|message|>Charles Draven McCloud
The Gamer
Charles stayed silent for the trip, mostly because he isn't sure what he should say to the person helping him. When they arrived to the docks, he'd be both surprised and not at the same time from all the crafts and even the yacht causing him to sigh, he listened to her instructions causing him to nod, "Thank you for the help" he tells Glory before climbing onto the docks and following the drone into the tower.
Charles would look at the simple designs of the hallways that he knew he was going to be much more familiar with soon, he started to have second thoughts about this, mostly because of his own fears. But he braces himself instead of giving up taking a deep breath before he arrives to the lounge reception area.
After walking in Charles would take in the room before looking at the people before him, he would first notice Wendy mostly because of her skintight outfit, which would cause his face to turn slightly red making him quickly look away from her as his Gamer's mind calms him down. He would take in account both people in front of him before speaking out. "Greetings, name's Charles... I take it this is the 'team'" he says as he walks in the room from the door.</s>
<|message|>Lance Prince
"So, this is the team?" Lance asked as he looked around the room. Nodding at Wendy. "Mum says hi, Wendy. He sighed. Taking off his backpack, and pulling out his bracers. Sliding them onto his wrists, he exhaled deeply, as if a heavyweight had been lived from his shoulders. "Feel naked without those things." He said to no one in particular. Flashing a smirk at Trinity. Turning to the boy who had introduced himself. Nodding an acknowledgement. "Good morning, Charles." Turning to the rest of the group. "As I am sure some of you already know..." He glared at Wendy for a second before continuing to address the whole group. "I'm Lance.</s>
<|message|>Wendy Weathers
@Sanity43217@olcharlieboi For Lance Wendy is the girl the Queen adored and liked in short visits because she's connected with Aphrodite and stirs the youth there. There too is Trinity and all he knows about her is that she followed the meta human pacifists and has been on news shows a couple of times and a guy favors her so it's plain they are brother and sister.
Then there's Charlie; you don't know him from Adams House Cat.
For Tryion She's the alpha that can chat with anyone and generally charm them. Wendy has told you Lance was his mother's son but not who the hell Charlie is only that she hoped he was coming on board not because he pushed the numbers up but his powers what ever it is, no explanation
To Charles maybe seen the Lance guy on the news or some form of media, he's wonder woman's kid. Then there is the dark haired brother and sister, nothing. Wendy you'd have to be dead to not know, she's the first meta human to openly model as what she is. She that girl TMZ wants and says can print what she's wearing under her clothes, tuned out because she was the under ware super model, still in the top 3 and the Model for the Jessica Winters Concrete Kittens Video game series one of the better Fanservices and you are a true gamer a hidden power boost that means she gets a perfect set of magical that along with a weapon that contains something called the Warriors stone and other general typical pg stuff like a Disney star
Wendy knows your secrets because the Justice league gave her all your stats just like 70 others spread around the world in your age group.
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Okay that's in my own silly words what I as GM see's you all know about each other, we can make altered versions
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Wendy looks first towards Lance giving him that smile the older women of the Isle called the smile of Troy and trouble
Then her eyes settle on Charles "Hello Gamer first off welcome to the Titans Compound. I am either Wendy or Blondie and the sort of appointed Captain; these guys know me.
I encounter all kinds of freaky stuff here at the western edge of the Triangle and we need an adaptable guy
Lance is a trained warrior but with only a little practical application like the rest of us.
This is Tryion or callsign Coyote and he can whip Bruce and Jet Lees but nearly anyone in the martial arts world at his age, I spar with him and I am sure any of you could if you ask him. He can also mimic powers for short bits making helping him understand yours a good Idea in most cases where doubling your power output can end things quick or that ordinarily would be almost too much.
That's Trinity our Grounds Engineer and Tyrion's Twin sister; she connected to the suppliers that you can access and if you want something special; she can also bench a truck but is a Pacifist unless in self defense.
Well encase you don't know I am Perfect Geneticly meaning my power is the perfect human female form meaning I can run at 65 k, break all kinds of world records"
Giggles and even blushes a bit in her shinny skin tight racing coverall and riding armor like the Motorcycle guys wear at the track.
"Make money and give the group a good public media face; if any of you ever want to do some modeling for money let me know; invest in stocks</s>
| <|message|>Lance Prince
"Succinct. I like it." Lance nodded. "So, gamer..." He said turning to Charlie. "If he's a cheap knock off, and she's perfect, what is it you do?" He said gesturing to the other two as he mentioned them. Glancing at Coyote. "No offense." He added with a nod. "I'm sure you'll put me in my place during a sparring match." Turning his attention back to Charlie. Awaiting an answer.</s> |
<|description|>Tyrion Two Bears
Color Claim: Coyote Brown #81613c
Alias: Ty
Codename: Coyote
Age: 16
Sex: Male
Height: 5'10" (1.778 m)
Weight: 148 lbs (67.132 kg)
Hair color: Raven
Eye color: Blue/Grey depending on mood.
Tattoo / Scars: Half inch scar at the corner of his left eye.
Tyrion has a lithe, flexible runners body. He moves with a fluid grace, and he tends to wear dark colors and greys.
Ty is a big fan of zippered hoodies, tee shirts and cargo/tactical pants. He has a leather bomber jacket left to him by his grandfather.
Similar to the batsuit, Coyotes armor is constructed of a bodysuit and kevlar plates. His helmet's lenses have a variety of visual modes, a built in comm unit, and a respirator.
GIFT :
Coyote can copy movements/actions after seeing it performed, including acrobatics, martial arts, and other physical stunts. He can combine several forms and movements in rhythmic motions instead of using the same thing over.
Coyote can temporarily absorb powers from others, and the victims naturally regain their lost power.
Gift Limitations : Coyote only maintain's absorbed powers for about 5 minutes for non projectile type abilities (flying, shape change, etc), projectile type powers he is limited to 30 seconds of consecutive use or 10 shots. Additionally he is unable to absorb multiple powers at a time. If someone has multiple powers he has to focus on what he wants or he receives one randomly.
Skills :
Tyrion knows a surprising number of Martial Arts; Though he may not know the name of the move, or technique he can pull it off like an expert. With a number of weapons, as well as hand to hand.
Tyrion learned how to hunt before he bloomed. Alongside his sister, Ty learned how to track and survive in the woods of Washington. These skills were finely honed through competition with his cousins.
Brief History: Tyrion and twin sister, Trinity, were born in Brooklyn, New York to Michael and Irene Two Bears and their only children but soon moved out to Idaho when the twins were 5 years old while Ty's father was deployed overseas.
His father was in the special forces and his dangerous job finally caught up to him when the twins were 7; Which forced their mom to move the family once more to live with her relatives in Washington state. Tyrion's great grandfather there ran a surveyor's office and he grew up with his cousins who lived nearby basically acting as surrogate siblings.
It was a fun life living at the edge of the north woods, Tyrion and Trinity competed with their family which honed the youths competitive streak. He generally worked alongside his sister, the two of them gaining the nickname of "TnT." Trinity setup and maintained the camp, when the twins went hunting. She is as capable as her brother, just chose not to kill; Ty on the other hand took after his father.
Around their 11th birthday, TnT's world exploded. Tyrion woke to a horrendous sounding crash accompanied by his sister's shriek. The bed she had been sleeping in had shattered under her weight; Weight she suddenly gained overnight. This revealed that Trinity was a Meta, Tyrion found out weeks later. He discovered it, beating up a couple of bullies harassing his sister using the exact moves he saw in a kung fu movie.
Trinity had always been a bit of a mechanical prodigy; And in the years since their Meta bloom has used this talent to make a career at Drifter Ltc. Tyrion however focused on maximizing his own meta talents. Spending time learning how to use his power absorption skill, and observing a number of combat techniques.
Header:
color:
Coyote Brown</s>
<|message|>Charles Draven McCloud
The Gamer
Charles would sigh and scratch back of his head as he looked at the strange attachment he was sent. He wondered if this was something real or some advertisement for some M to adult rated movie that was somehow sent to him by his enemy. He'd shake his head at theses thoughts "either way.. if this is real then it's the start... if it isn't.... then just another thing to add to the list" he states to himself before looking to the sky and straightens up from leaning against a wall, he'd walk out of the alley way he was in to the streets and look in the distance to the water and begin walking in that direction. "first step is to find this base.... they didn't give a location to gather at... but my guess is a base somewhere at the coast or off coast by all the water it kept showing.." he'd deduce to himself as he makes his way.</s>
<|message|>Tyrion Two Bears
Twang. Message for you Sir! The speaker of the smartphone played. The owner rolled over and slapped a hand on the phone. Pulling it to him he unplugged the charger, and tapped the screen. A smile appeared on the owners face as he started the video a second time.
After another few viewings Ty finally planted his feet and got off his sister's couch. Digging a change of clothes out of his bag and took a nice, long shower. After getting dressed, he sent a message to his sister. You were right, I got in. Not gonna wear the suit for introductions. Hopefully won't be needed.
Grabbing his jacket Tyrion walked out of Trinity's apartment in the tower. He strode down the hall to the elevator and stepped into the metal box. His finger raised and he pushed a button that had previously been forbidden. Glancing down he smirked at the visitor badge clipped to his jacket. "Guess I won't be needing you anymore." Ty chuckled to himself as he gave it a tug and jammed it into his pocket. The elevator smoothly rising.</s>
<|message|>Wendy Weathers
Wendy lounged on the couch in the common area thinking about how she was going to head out in a bit for a ride around Miami in her own little show of the flag so to speak.
She knew that some people saw her as flashy because she used her notoriety to help make a good impression on public opinion and she didn't care because what they thought thinking them to be prudes or just Haters. That's when Trin told her that Wonder Boy was here by flashing an image of her chatting to Mr. Prince.
So she stretched for a bit then got up and headed towards the entry just in time to see Ty Trin's brother as the doors opened to the elevator.
"Hi Ty ready to get to work making this place work?" she said showing him the smile that had graced many adds.
~She's dressed in a skin tight Black, White, and Blue road glossy armored motorcycle suit the Blue Titan's T across her back and abdomen because if it were across the chest like the male versions it might be hard to tell it was a T.~ She is also wearing a pair of the HUD Glasses making her look like she's dressed for an add or Scifi movie~</s>
<|message|>Lance Prince
Lance accepted the offerings. Slipping on the shades and pocketing the rest. "Thank you." He nodded his appreciation. Tapping the side of the glasses, he activated the HUD. Trying to get used to the interface. "So, Wendy has a few..." He paused. Stroking his chin, trying to think of the right word. "Fans at the main gate." He finished, gesturing in that direction. "Do you mind?" He gestured past her. "I need to get inside, but don't really know my way around." He flashed her a smile. "Its Trinity, isn't it? Do you mind giving me the tour?"</s>
<|message|>Charles Draven McCloud
The Gamer
Charles would make his way through the winding streets, after wondering around for a while he'd sigh at his current lack of direction. having somehow gotten lost multiple times now. He'd decide to take to an alley away from people so he can use the trait from his title. He'd call out to any nearby spirits for a guide to his destination. It would take a while more to find one that would answer his call, once one had he followed it as it lead him to his destination. With a guide it took him a lot less time to arrive to the tower. Looking at tall structure he'd sigh wondering how it took him this long to find it.
He'd look at the people in the way. Sighing he shook his head at the sight.. for someone like him this was just lots of trouble to deal with. He'd wave away the spirit thanking it for it's help before trying to figure out how he was suppose to get in.</s>
<|message|>Tyrion Two Bears
"Don't let Trin hear you say something isn't working, she'll spend the rest of the day fixing everything that looks funny. If however you were talking about hitting things; I'm totally down." Tyrion stated as he offered Wendy his best smirk. His eyes taking in her attire, "Were we supposed to suit up for this? Left mine at Trin's."
His blue eyes reluctantly peeled away from the beauty he shared the room with. Turning his attention to the rest of the room he took in the decor. "I didn't think to bring a snack." Ty offered with a chuckle, "How many more are coming?"</s>
<|message|>Wendy Weathers
Trinity smiles and Says "I'd love to Mr. Prince"
With that Trin motion him to follow her their first stop the garage reserve parking as the sign says.
"This is the place where we keep the Titan ground vehicles available for the use of any member of the team and in special cases their guests." She stops at a that looks out of science fiction
"This is the T - bike based off of a Magus Thunder Wave Can Am and differs by being armored against NATO rounds up to .50 cal, gyro stabilized and high grip Cypress tires se can in the hands of the right rider broke the Sonoma Raceway motorcycle record averaging 210 mph and has a top speed 340. Fully electric with frictionless bearings the only sound it makes his where it's tires contact the road with a battery duration of 32 work hours or 12 under full power.
There are other specs but don't want to bore you." she say running her left hand across the saddle before moving to the next machine.
'This is theT - Car and it is exclusive to the Titans. It is both driver and autonomous controlled armored she can survive sustained fire from 20mm weapons and angled 30mm. Her Top speed is 285 mph and battery duration 72 hours at 75 mph cruise or 5 at her top end. She seat only two but the seats are designed to make comfortable humanoid beings 7 foot tall and weighing up to 1,000 pounds." she says walking around to the read of the sleek machine.
Kneeling on one knee she points to 4 oval ports on the rear that look like strange exhausts "These are the impeller exhaust ports which allow the T-car to be amphibious and propel it at up to 165 on calm water or 60 submerged though this option is restricted unless you pass the operators course; just ask me and I will be glad to give you the lessons and test so you may qualify or please leave it to the auto drive."
Standing she walks him out of the garage and into the open courtyard surrounding the actual T Tower which isn't as large as the other 5 around the world it's low profile and sleek lines built to resist even tidal waves. The courtyard is landscaped and pretty hinting at it's purpose as a private place to be outside for the team to relax.
She smiles and turns to him as they walk saying [b]"I'd love to show you more but Wendy says she'd like you to assemble with her and my bro in the lounge"[/] then she walks trough a door that opens automatically and there stands the Leader of the Titans Miami Blondie
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Glory was running security from her berth at the dock when one of her Drones spotted one of the expected members so she deployed a small water craft to a less visible location near his position as she few another drone low to the ground to his position.
Hello Mr. McCloud if you do not wish to move through the reporters perimeter I has arranged a water craft to escort you in that way. Please say yes or no and if yes follow the drone and I will distract the reporters" says the little near silent machine in a voice that would make most men interested and some women jealous.</s>
<|message|>Charles Draven McCloud
The Gamer
Charles would be thinking about how to get by without causing a panic with his ability when he suddenly heard a voice causing him to jump, seeing the drone his eyes would narrow but then hearing what it said he sighed. He nodded "yes, thank you" he stated before following the drone to the water craft. He knew this was going to be something he had to get use to, but he was more afraid of people getting harmed just from him being near them.</s>
<|message|>Wendy Weathers
Wendy looks at Tyrion and signs saying "I am hoping for 5 but at present counting you we have three, one of them is Wonder Boy Diana's son... He's with Trinity right now so they should be here soon.
Then she moves close enough to lean on him and in a sweet voice asks "Are you sure you can't talk her into joining, the team could use a girl that can press 25 tons and shrug off small arms fire" then she hip checks him and sighs.
Wendy knows Trinity is a Pacifist and that her lucrative contract with Drifter requires she avoid fights but honestly wishes it wasn't so because Trin is one of the most grounded young person she knows.</s>
| <|message|>Tyrion Two Bears
Tyrion nodded as Wendy answered his question. Before he could comment the beautiful girl leaned on him, blush starting to creep up his cheeks. It wasn't till after her hip bounced off his, that Coyote recovered his voice.
"You know Trin. Stubborn as possible and…" Ty shrugged. "She'd never forgive herself if she patted some poor cop on the shoulder too hard."
Ty knew that part of his twin still felt bad about the bed she destroyed when she 'flowered'. Going too hard and accidentally hurting anything would ruin his sister. She'd second guess everything she planned from that point forward.
And Tyrion couldn't let that happen any more than he could wear the Two Bears name and not try to make the world a better place. Couldn't follow his father and grandfather's footsteps into the military (yet) and lacked his sister's talents. So fighting crime was how he would do it, for now.
Before he could say anything further the sound of the door sliding open grabbed his attention. "Speak of the devil." He said with a smirk.</s> |
<|description|>Tyrion Two Bears
Color Claim: Coyote Brown #81613c
Alias: Ty
Codename: Coyote
Age: 16
Sex: Male
Height: 5'10" (1.778 m)
Weight: 148 lbs (67.132 kg)
Hair color: Raven
Eye color: Blue/Grey depending on mood.
Tattoo / Scars: Half inch scar at the corner of his left eye.
Tyrion has a lithe, flexible runners body. He moves with a fluid grace, and he tends to wear dark colors and greys.
Ty is a big fan of zippered hoodies, tee shirts and cargo/tactical pants. He has a leather bomber jacket left to him by his grandfather.
Similar to the batsuit, Coyotes armor is constructed of a bodysuit and kevlar plates. His helmet's lenses have a variety of visual modes, a built in comm unit, and a respirator.
GIFT :
Coyote can copy movements/actions after seeing it performed, including acrobatics, martial arts, and other physical stunts. He can combine several forms and movements in rhythmic motions instead of using the same thing over.
Coyote can temporarily absorb powers from others, and the victims naturally regain their lost power.
Gift Limitations : Coyote only maintain's absorbed powers for about 5 minutes for non projectile type abilities (flying, shape change, etc), projectile type powers he is limited to 30 seconds of consecutive use or 10 shots. Additionally he is unable to absorb multiple powers at a time. If someone has multiple powers he has to focus on what he wants or he receives one randomly.
Skills :
Tyrion knows a surprising number of Martial Arts; Though he may not know the name of the move, or technique he can pull it off like an expert. With a number of weapons, as well as hand to hand.
Tyrion learned how to hunt before he bloomed. Alongside his sister, Ty learned how to track and survive in the woods of Washington. These skills were finely honed through competition with his cousins.
Brief History: Tyrion and twin sister, Trinity, were born in Brooklyn, New York to Michael and Irene Two Bears and their only children but soon moved out to Idaho when the twins were 5 years old while Ty's father was deployed overseas.
His father was in the special forces and his dangerous job finally caught up to him when the twins were 7; Which forced their mom to move the family once more to live with her relatives in Washington state. Tyrion's great grandfather there ran a surveyor's office and he grew up with his cousins who lived nearby basically acting as surrogate siblings.
It was a fun life living at the edge of the north woods, Tyrion and Trinity competed with their family which honed the youths competitive streak. He generally worked alongside his sister, the two of them gaining the nickname of "TnT." Trinity setup and maintained the camp, when the twins went hunting. She is as capable as her brother, just chose not to kill; Ty on the other hand took after his father.
Around their 11th birthday, TnT's world exploded. Tyrion woke to a horrendous sounding crash accompanied by his sister's shriek. The bed she had been sleeping in had shattered under her weight; Weight she suddenly gained overnight. This revealed that Trinity was a Meta, Tyrion found out weeks later. He discovered it, beating up a couple of bullies harassing his sister using the exact moves he saw in a kung fu movie.
Trinity had always been a bit of a mechanical prodigy; And in the years since their Meta bloom has used this talent to make a career at Drifter Ltc. Tyrion however focused on maximizing his own meta talents. Spending time learning how to use his power absorption skill, and observing a number of combat techniques.
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<|message|>Tyrion Two Bears
Tyrion nodded as Wendy answered his question. Before he could comment the beautiful girl leaned on him, blush starting to creep up his cheeks. It wasn't till after her hip bounced off his, that Coyote recovered his voice.
"You know Trin. Stubborn as possible and…" Ty shrugged. "She'd never forgive herself if she patted some poor cop on the shoulder too hard."
Ty knew that part of his twin still felt bad about the bed she destroyed when she 'flowered'. Going too hard and accidentally hurting anything would ruin his sister. She'd second guess everything she planned from that point forward.
And Tyrion couldn't let that happen any more than he could wear the Two Bears name and not try to make the world a better place. Couldn't follow his father and grandfather's footsteps into the military (yet) and lacked his sister's talents. So fighting crime was how he would do it, for now.
Before he could say anything further the sound of the door sliding open grabbed his attention. "Speak of the devil." He said with a smirk.</s>
<|message|>Wendy Weathers
Glory piloted the little craft that carried Charles towards the Titan's docks sliding past the hull that contained her mainframe. The Yacht was a 265 foot Twin hulled hydrofoil that looked as if it were already in motion; near it were several smaller craft several that were twins of the one that carried Charles.
The little crafts parking spot was easy to spot as it was the only berth that was empty and it bumped gently into an inflated fender as two slender robotic arms reached out and attached cables to the boat's stanchions.
"We have arrived sir if you will please follow my drone it will lead you directly to Wendy."
The small drone that and contacted him hovered off the boat and towards stairs.
(You can follow it right to the others then post; they are standing in the lounge reception area)</s>
<|message|>Charles Draven McCloud
The Gamer
Charles stayed silent for the trip, mostly because he isn't sure what he should say to the person helping him. When they arrived to the docks, he'd be both surprised and not at the same time from all the crafts and even the yacht causing him to sigh, he listened to her instructions causing him to nod, "Thank you for the help" he tells Glory before climbing onto the docks and following the drone into the tower.
Charles would look at the simple designs of the hallways that he knew he was going to be much more familiar with soon, he started to have second thoughts about this, mostly because of his own fears. But he braces himself instead of giving up taking a deep breath before he arrives to the lounge reception area.
After walking in Charles would take in the room before looking at the people before him, he would first notice Wendy mostly because of her skintight outfit, which would cause his face to turn slightly red making him quickly look away from her as his Gamer's mind calms him down. He would take in account both people in front of him before speaking out. "Greetings, name's Charles... I take it this is the 'team'" he says as he walks in the room from the door.</s>
<|message|>Lance Prince
"So, this is the team?" Lance asked as he looked around the room. Nodding at Wendy. "Mum says hi, Wendy. He sighed. Taking off his backpack, and pulling out his bracers. Sliding them onto his wrists, he exhaled deeply, as if a heavyweight had been lived from his shoulders. "Feel naked without those things." He said to no one in particular. Flashing a smirk at Trinity. Turning to the boy who had introduced himself. Nodding an acknowledgement. "Good morning, Charles." Turning to the rest of the group. "As I am sure some of you already know..." He glared at Wendy for a second before continuing to address the whole group. "I'm Lance.</s>
<|message|>Wendy Weathers
@Sanity43217@olcharlieboi For Lance Wendy is the girl the Queen adored and liked in short visits because she's connected with Aphrodite and stirs the youth there. There too is Trinity and all he knows about her is that she followed the meta human pacifists and has been on news shows a couple of times and a guy favors her so it's plain they are brother and sister.
Then there's Charlie; you don't know him from Adams House Cat.
For Tryion She's the alpha that can chat with anyone and generally charm them. Wendy has told you Lance was his mother's son but not who the hell Charlie is only that she hoped he was coming on board not because he pushed the numbers up but his powers what ever it is, no explanation
To Charles maybe seen the Lance guy on the news or some form of media, he's wonder woman's kid. Then there is the dark haired brother and sister, nothing. Wendy you'd have to be dead to not know, she's the first meta human to openly model as what she is. She that girl TMZ wants and says can print what she's wearing under her clothes, tuned out because she was the under ware super model, still in the top 3 and the Model for the Jessica Winters Concrete Kittens Video game series one of the better Fanservices and you are a true gamer a hidden power boost that means she gets a perfect set of magical that along with a weapon that contains something called the Warriors stone and other general typical pg stuff like a Disney star
Wendy knows your secrets because the Justice league gave her all your stats just like 70 others spread around the world in your age group.
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Okay that's in my own silly words what I as GM see's you all know about each other, we can make altered versions
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Wendy looks first towards Lance giving him that smile the older women of the Isle called the smile of Troy and trouble
Then her eyes settle on Charles "Hello Gamer first off welcome to the Titans Compound. I am either Wendy or Blondie and the sort of appointed Captain; these guys know me.
I encounter all kinds of freaky stuff here at the western edge of the Triangle and we need an adaptable guy
Lance is a trained warrior but with only a little practical application like the rest of us.
This is Tryion or callsign Coyote and he can whip Bruce and Jet Lees but nearly anyone in the martial arts world at his age, I spar with him and I am sure any of you could if you ask him. He can also mimic powers for short bits making helping him understand yours a good Idea in most cases where doubling your power output can end things quick or that ordinarily would be almost too much.
That's Trinity our Grounds Engineer and Tyrion's Twin sister; she connected to the suppliers that you can access and if you want something special; she can also bench a truck but is a Pacifist unless in self defense.
Well encase you don't know I am Perfect Geneticly meaning my power is the perfect human female form meaning I can run at 65 k, break all kinds of world records"
Giggles and even blushes a bit in her shinny skin tight racing coverall and riding armor like the Motorcycle guys wear at the track.
"Make money and give the group a good public media face; if any of you ever want to do some modeling for money let me know; invest in stocks</s>
<|message|>Lance Prince
"Succinct. I like it." Lance nodded. "So, gamer..." He said turning to Charlie. "If he's a cheap knock off, and she's perfect, what is it you do?" He said gesturing to the other two as he mentioned them. Glancing at Coyote. "No offense." He added with a nod. "I'm sure you'll put me in my place during a sparring match." Turning his attention back to Charlie. Awaiting an answer.</s>
<|message|>Charles Draven McCloud
The Gamer
Charles would nod at Wendy then look at the others as he thought about what little he does know about this group. He'd would have an urge to look up something after having looked at wendy but he decided to put it until later as Lance spoke to him. He'd look at the Wonderboy and chuckle "I suppose I should state my powers sense it's the only one that is a mystery for the most part with Wendy's introductions" he says with a shaking head and a smile.
"Lets say there is a reason I am called Gamer, when you say need someone adaptable.. I am pretty much the perfect match... my power lets me function as if I was inside a video game instead of being in the real world." he states, "I can learn pretty much anything as a skill with the right requirements that can be a skill anyways, not to mention I can use my inventory to store and transport anything that isn't alive regardless of weight.. well besides the fact I gotta be able to move it in and out of the inventory" he states before calling up his inventory and pulling out his seathed reverse blade katana, tieing the strap to his hip and pulling out a small oriental lighter with a dragon design before dismissing his inventory. "I can even learn magic skills, to learn skills I need to either practice it until it becomes a skill or just get an instructional book about the skill in question and can learn it instantly, I would show you one of my skills called 'Summon Minor Elemental' the only magic skill I have really currently... however I don't have the mana to supply it for longer than two seconds and it would take me around two hours or so for it to regenerate." he explained to the team though he figured Wendy already knew much of this. "judging by this line up.. I'm guessing it would be best if I adapted to a range play style since it seems all three of you are melee combatants... so I need to train in either range weaponry or improve my magic abilities"
He'd think for a moment before sighing "if we are going to be a team.. I might as well do this... Create Party.. Titans.." he'd state before saying "Invite Wendy, Invite Lance, invite Tyrion" he'd say causing a blue transparent screen to appear before them asking if they want to accept the invitation. If they do a set of bars would appear transparent in the corner of their vision easily miss-able if they don't pay attention, with each of their names above them. Charles bars would probably be the smallest of them all since he has never trained to improve his stats, though he figures he'll be going through enough heavy physical training now that it'll eventually correct his low Strength, Vitality, and Dexterity stats.</s>
| <|message|>Tyrion Two Bears
Tyrion moved his attention from his sister and the prince to the unknown face. Ty had to choke back a laugh as royalty and obscurity made the same comment. He studied Charlie as Wendy made her introductions.
Ty turned his attention back to Lance at the others' comment. "None taken," Tyrion said with a smirk, "Comments like that come standard with being able to look directly up your nostrils. Oh, huh, left nostril, hair sticking through it." The last was said in an exaggerated whisper.
The smirk stayed on his face as he turned his attention to Gamer as the new guy explained his presence. Tyrion's eyebrow quirked as a little screen popped up in front of him; Ty would try to twist and shift it. With a shrug Tyrion hit the accept button, even as he did he asked. "So how do you know only the right people get those and not everyone named Wendy for example?" Ty would start turning his head and covering one eye or another, watching the bars in the corner.</s> |
<|description|>Rules
* 0: The GM has the last word in case of disputes.
* 0.1: DM approval does allow one to get around certain rules, but only express permission.
* 1: No invincibility, immortality, invisibility, psionic powers (these just tend to be generally powerful with few drawbacks), or flight. Use common sense, and ask if you're uncertain if something is allowed or not.
* 2: This is common sense, but no godmodding or metagaming.
* 3: Unlisted abilities or equipment are assumed to not exist. If you want your character to have an item or ability you did not list on your character sheet, ask me for permission first.
* 4: One character per player, PM me if you want more characters.
* 5: If you wish to keep parts of your character sheet secret, PM the full sheet to me for approval.
* 6: If you want a character that isn't one of the primary races, ask.
* 7: Really, just ask on the thread or in a PM if you want to do unique things</s>
<|message|>Rules
Malston
Republic of Laith, Samare
Western border of the Explored World
Spring, Archor 22 - Igni
Early afternoon, clear weather
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Within the Republic of Laith, one of Samare's northernmost nations on the Western border, lies the town of Malston, a popular stop for adventurers and explorers as it's the westernmost town within Laith to have an establishment belonging to the League of Explorers. It's a small town, built on a hill overlooking the grasslands of Laith, and is within a days' travel from the unexplored western lands.
Outside of the town, past the farmlands, is grassland with an occasional patch of woods. A small stream runs through the land here, marging into a river somewhere in the unexplored lands. Within one of these patches of forest, to the north, is the ruins of an old temple of some kind. It has already been thoroughly explored, but it's a popular hangout for local kids, though rumour has it that there's a hidden basement that is used as a lair by bandits.
Within Malston, there are few buildings of note. There is an independent inn/tavern, known as the Silver Piglet, a market square, and of course an Explorer's Guild courtesy of the League of Explorers. Beyond that, most other buildings are either townhouses, shops, or farmhouses.
The local Explorer's Guild is of unique design. While most are standard two-storey buildings, with a tavern and stalls to do business on the ground floor and inn rooms on the top floor, this structure has a watch tower League members can use for free. On a clear day, one can see the forest that mark the beginning of the unexplored wildlands off in the distance from atop this tower. Furthermore, it only has one floor, and has traded in the tavern area for just a few rooms, as the building was built with the help of the owner of the Silver Piglet, in exchange for the Explorers' Guild not getting a tavern as to not steal away customers.
The Silver Piglet, meanwhile, is a two-storey building, with the ground floor dedicated to being a tavern/restaurant, while the top floor (and part of the ground floor) housing rooms for guests. Many of it's guests are League members as the Explorer's Guild usually has rented out all it's rooms, though it often is home to independent explorers as well. It is the best place in town to get some food or a drink, as well as getting some rest. Because of it's popularity, it's also common for people to put requests on the noticeboard inside if they are looking for people to do things for them for payment, and often recruiters recruit people for expeditions here.
It is within this town that our story begins. It is this town that everyone's travels have brought them to, one way or another. The day is nice, it's the middle of spring, and the weather is pleasant. There's a gentle breeze, and the sky is clear, no sign of rain. Locals are minding their own business, and the Silver Piglet is quiet during this time of day, with just a handful of people there.</s>
<|message|>Victoria Crafte
At one of the many tables within the Silver Piglet tavern establishment, center aisle and directly West of the building's entrance, sat Victoria by her lonesome and her equipment sprawled about upon, more than a quarter, of the table's surface. Her backpack took precedence over one of the remaining seats surrounding the circular platform, essentially leaving three more vacant. Though Victoria was both observant and considerate; her eyes would dart away from her work now and then and study the patrons within the tavern, along with those outgoing and arriving, noting their movements and anticipating their trajectories. It was just in case if a group of explores decided to rally at her table, prompting her if that moment came so she could relinquish one of the seats. Although it was unlikely anyone would bother her at her claimed spot. The tavern was quite tame at this time of day and only a dozen or so patrons were present. As such, the number of open seats and unclaimed tables were considerably plentiful.
Victoria took a moment to down a portion of the alcoholic brew, still bubbling and accumulating froth, within her glass mug.
She had just gotten back from a solo expedition not too long ago. Her task, as of week ago, was charting a few possible paths leading Westward, particularly into a thick forest-rich and unmapped sector called Dalton. A temporary name really; only a placeholder picked by an earlier group who had discovered the untouched area. The job itself was fairly easy and paid well enough. She was there evaluating the density of the forests, the flora and fauna that inhabited those woods, and the safest clearing to venture through. For five days, she would camp back near familiar and already established roads before venturing around those, notably dark, woods and only briefly probing further to gander at the topography and biology behind the imposing foliage.
Unfortunately, there was very little regarding the out of the ordinary where she researched. No new plants or undiscovered species were present at the time she wandered around. Perhaps the only thing that did capture her interest was a segment of the forest which was consumed by what appeared to be a thick and complex tendril-like mass of thorns and vines. Upon stumbling across the natural fortification, it had intrigued her about how silent the woods had become, how the sounds of the wind nor the cries of smaller creatures suddenly died down. The atmosphere had become quite eerier, to say the least. But Victoria knew better than to venture any further, especially without any back-up. From there, she and turned and left the way she came. After a day of travel, she arrived at the town of Malston and beelined to the nearest and only tavern, the Silver Piglet, to recuperate and finalize her report.
Victoria picked up one of the articles of paper she had doodled and notated on before referring to a large map spread out on the table, detailing the explored regions and, to a lesser extent -- which was a nice way of saying empty and completely white; the unexplored and mostly-empty Dalton area. Upon conferring with her notes and pinpointing her search area, she scribbled another couple of paragraphs of detail into her report. Victoria, undoubtedly still exhausted from her trip, placed the feather pen within its inkpot and eased her self into a stretched within her seat before finally exiting a yawn. Looking back at her mug with almost tired eyes, she noticed it had been thoroughly emptied with only a handful of froth resting and dispersing at the bottom. She perked up and waved down one of the roaming waitresses.
"Another round, please!"</s>
<|message|>Droigheann / Jack Thorne
Jack
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Jack sat in the corner of the Silver Piglet, downing his (tenth) pint of beer. He was trying to drown out the absolute disaster of the last expedition. How the bloody hell did they miss that a rogue mage was active in the area?
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Flashback - One Week Ago
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You know, there are probably worse situations to be in than being hung upside down over a magically mutated spider monster, but in the moment other thoughts don't seem to come to mind. The only saving grace was that the one controlling the beast fell into the typical villain pitfall of monologuing.
What was it about these guys and monologues? I mean, here it was probably understandable, the crazed lunatic had probably not had any interaction with people for some time. That tends to happen when you breed spiders that eat people.
He had been caught unaware as he was exploring the temple. Apparently the Spider Mage Bittertooth had chosen to make the remote place his lair. He was completely overwhelmed by the organised arachnids and captured.
While Jack was thinking about this, and ignoring the monologue, he was working away at the spider silk keeping him trapped. Just a little more and... there.
"And furthermore, those League bastards who called me crazy will... WHAM" The Mage was interrupted by a flying kick to the face, courtesy of a now free catman.
"Sorry, but I'm not really in the mood to deal with the ravings of a lunatic."
The mage grabbed his jaw and pulled it back into place. "You dare injure the mighty Bittertooth? DEATHFANG, KILL HIM!"
Oh right, the giant spider. Jack completely forgot about that for a second. Summoning his Shadow Blade, he launched into combat with the monster. Despite the cutting power of his weapon, the creature's carapace was like steel. Fortunately the arachnomancer was merely cheerimg on his creation, so could be put out of mind.
The only real weak spot was the creature's eyes, but he would be damned if he was getting near that. After dodging for a solid minute, he decided to use a Chill Touch to at least partially blind the beast. In his mind, one of the lines from his studies came to mind.
"If you cannot break the stone, let it break itself."
Translation, use the enemies strengths against it. Jumping on the back of the spider, he grabbed it's head and forced it to charge to try and get him off. While he was at it, he finished the job of blinding the creature to put his plan into full effect. The arachnomancer saw what he was doing, but when he tried to heal the creature Chill Touch prevented it.
It took a couple of tries, and some major damage to the walls, but he finally managed to get the giant spider to crush its master. As he did so, the creature and it's brethren let out a sickening scream, as they began to fall apart. As Jack was on top of the giant spider, this naturally meant he got covered in the guts of it.
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Even with Prestidigitation, it took five tries to remove the smell of spider guts from his clothing. Fortunately the rest of the mission was simple, and he retrieved the Cursed Blade Skulltaker. He also made a note to kick the arse of the region's scout for missing the fact that a bloody Raid Class threat was in the temple. If the creatures hadn't been linked to their creator, he'd have been in deep shit.</s>
<|message|>Unknown. Perhaps she had one at one point, but it is lost to time.
Also inside of the Silver Piglet, the door opens, a short Halfbeast meandering in to look around emotionlessly. With a faint sigh, she looked around, noticing what appeared to be a mage calling for another round. Silently considering her options, the girl shook her head, ears twitching slightly, sitting down not at the same table as her, but rather at the nearest table. As the waitress stepped over to refill Victoria's drink with a friendly smile, the halfbeast leaned over to gently tap on her arm, sending a shiver down the waitress spine at the cold touch of the leather gloves, stating calmly "Excuse me, could you get me a glass of water?" She handed the waitress a few crusted over coins, and the waitress blinked, then smiled and nodded. "Of course! Just let me handle her, sweetie."
The waitress filled up Victoria's glass with a fresh round of ale, careful to avoid spilling over what Victoria was writing on, before meandering over, returning shortly with a glass of water for the halfbeast, who took it with a faint smile. Saying nothing, the halfbeast merely studied Victoria's map, and the paragraphs of text. She honestly didn't seem to be doing much, just out of range of her aura affecting Victoria.</s>
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The Silver Piglet
Malstom
Republic of Laith, Samare
Spring, Archor 22 - Igni
Early afternoon, clear weather
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As people sat around the tavern, minding their own business, the day proceeded like normal. The tavern's waitress walked from table to table, serving the tavern's few patrons as they took the time to take a break.
It was at that point that a woman entered the tavern. An Anubite, about 5'9 tall, dressed what appeared to be a mix of a fancy green dress with a darker green cloak, though the cloak's hood appeared to have been torn off, likely because it would not fit an Anubite's ears. The woman's ears were short - for an Anubite, that is - and she had silver eyes, partially concealed under her pitch-black hair. She carried an annoyed look on her face as she stepped into the build, glancing around at the building's patrons without saying a word, before gesturing to someone outside.
Entering the building after her was what appeared to be a man in full plate armour; an unusual choice for something to wear on a day-to-day basis, but something about the figure seemed... off. The armour seemed flexible unlike regular plate armour, but the figure's movements were... rigid. Stiff and a bit slow, but not from the weight of the armour nor because of the large backpack they carried on their back. The woman looked at the armour-wearing figure for a moment, then gestured towards the noticeboard. The figure simply nodded, and made their way over to the board, pulling out what appeared to be a sheet of paper. They held the paper against the noticeboard, then took a pin, and hammered it through the paper and into the noticeboard with their armoured fist.
Once the paper was stuck to the noticeboard - covering some other requests in the progress - the armoured figure took a seat in the corner near the noticeboard, seemingly waiting. The anubite he had accompanied, meanwhile, had already vacated the building, nowhere to be seen.
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<|description|>Rules
* 0: The GM has the last word in case of disputes.
* 0.1: DM approval does allow one to get around certain rules, but only express permission.
* 1: No invincibility, immortality, invisibility, psionic powers (these just tend to be generally powerful with few drawbacks), or flight. Use common sense, and ask if you're uncertain if something is allowed or not.
* 2: This is common sense, but no godmodding or metagaming.
* 3: Unlisted abilities or equipment are assumed to not exist. If you want your character to have an item or ability you did not list on your character sheet, ask me for permission first.
* 4: One character per player, PM me if you want more characters.
* 5: If you wish to keep parts of your character sheet secret, PM the full sheet to me for approval.
* 6: If you want a character that isn't one of the primary races, ask.
* 7: Really, just ask on the thread or in a PM if you want to do unique things</s>
<|message|>Unknown. Perhaps she had one at one point, but it is lost to time.
The halfbeast took an occasional sip from the water, swishing it around to keep a layer of ice from forming, though constant frost was covering icing over the outside of the mug. Noting the Anubite, she watched her for a moment, studying the dress, and the Anubite herself, noting the rather irritated expression.
Soon, though, her gaze flicked to the knight following her, blinking at the stiff, rigid movements, tilting their head, an ear twitching atop her head. Perhaps animated armor? That would explain the silence, and rigid motions... plus the power behind that armored fist fit behind a magical construct... Interesting. Rude, though, there were notices underneath that.
Glancing at her fellow patron nearby speaking to her, the halfbeast blinked a few times, tilting her head, before silently nodding, figuring she likely didn't need to speak where simple movements would suffice. Speaking wasn't particularly difficult, but it was more effort than a nod. Standing up, she took her water with her, to slowly drain, letting the cool liquid into her mouth, and slide down her throat smoothly. Her chill aura was more obvious from right next to Victoria, the cold chill settling over her undeniable.
Studying the notice, the halfbeast tilted her head, a frown on her face, shaking her head. She supposed she was a little prone to death... but then again, everyone was. She had just died once before. At least, she thought she had. It was a little fuzzy, but from what she had heard of her 'kind', she had to have died before. Wasn't everyone prone to dying though? In fact, if one was prone to dying, that would mean they'd have to have died commonly... This entire train of thought was irrelevant. The halfbeast quickly shook her head. Right, right. Tangents. Looking to Victoria, the halfbeast was silent for a moment, before nodding, tone quiet and near emotionless. "Perhaps. If they can speak at all, the motions remind me of magical armor..."
She gave a start at that realization, then frowned. How did she know what magical armor was like? Did she recognize the armor...? She hadn't felt any sense of familiarity towards the armor like she had to her current garb, when first she awoke... No, no, she must have just seen animated armor at some point before. Either way, she steps over to the knight herself, sitting at the table next to the knight's, but near enough for her aura to settle over both the other halfbeast, and the knight, waiting for their response.</s>
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The Silver Piglet
Malstom
Republic of Laith, Samare
Spring, Archor 22 - Igni
Early afternoon, clear weather
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The knight looked on in silence as the trio approached the table he was seated at, making no effort to greet them in the process. It stared quietly at Jack as he asked for details, then turned it's gaze towards Victoria, and finally settling on the snow spirit for a few moments. It then returned it's gaze to Jack, and began to speak in a monotone voice, slightly muffled by his helmet.
"I do not know why my mistress chose to word her request in the way she has, but I was told that I was to answer most questions to the best of my ability, so that is what I will do." It stated.
"My lady has reason, and evidence, to believe that she is in possession of several artifacts that function like maps leading to ancient relics of great value. She herself does not, however, possess the luxury of having the time to pursue them. That is why she seeks to hire people to track said relics down for her. She has in the past hired three other groups to do this job. Two came back with valuable treasure, though both had suffered losses in the process."
The armoured figure fell silent for a moment, likely with the intention of giving the trio around him the time to think about what was just said. Then, it speaks again, interrupting anyone who tried to ask anything. "You would be the fourth expedition, and you would be permitted to choose which of three artifacts you would like to follow. I have been told that one leads North, while two lead West, to the Northwest and Southwest to be exact. The majority of bounty found along the way will be yours to divide among yourselves, but a servant of the mistress will be accompanying you to lay claim to the relics my lady seeks. Any findings they state the lady does not have interest in will be yours."
"If you have any further questions, ask them now, so that I may answer them."</s>
<|message|>Droigheann / Jack Thorne
Jack Thorne
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"Would you excuse me a second?" Jack asked, standing up and heading out the back. For a while there was just the regular chatter before the sounds of screaming overpowered it. Those who knew dwarven were either blushing or impressed that someone knew so many swears. After thirty seconds, he re-entered the room, adjusting his hat, and returned to the table.
"That's better." Jack said, his face like a contented cat, "Apologies, I've had a few (dozen) bad experiences with ancient treasure maps. Things are buried for a reason." He lamented that he didn't have enough money for another beer, even if this stuff is weak as piss compared to back home.
"I'm not thrilled about it, but needs must. You have yourself a professional historian and artefact retrieval expert on board.</s>
<|message|>Victoria Crafte
"Magical armor, huh?" said Victoria, contemplating the validity of the half-beast spirit's words. The thought seemed sound for sure and was possibly true. Although a fun concept to ponder, she kept her focus to the knight and the other half-beast and their inevitable interaction.
Upon joining the other two explorers, the knight finally spoke, although in an unimpressive and somewhat muted monotone voice. The knight explained that their mistress -- the anubite from before? Maybe, but not enough information to be certain -- was in the business of requesting teams of adventurers to locate several relics that could only be pinpointed by artifacts within her possession. However, the knighted continued, stating three groups were sent but only mentioned two of those groups, and the casualties they suffered. No mention of the third group at all. Great. The knight eventually sweetened the deal, advising that the bounty would be theirs to keep as an incentive if found of course.
After getting the gist of this request, Victoria took the moment to evaluate the request before them. The job was certainly dangerous, especially as three teams had encountered losses during those expeditions. Victoria could only begin to imagine what sore of traps and other perils await them, assuming the accepted. But coming from experiences, the greater the danger, the greater the treasure and knowledge that was in store. As she weighed the value of the request, the other half-beast that initiated the discussion excused themselves and abruptly left the room. She didn't think too much of this, that was, however, until the same half-beast, now outside, vocalized a loud varied storm of curses and other offensive verses and choice words. All of which were in a dwarven tongue. Impressive. So much so that it was enough to snap Victoria out of her train of thought. Made her snicker as well.
The half-beast eventually returned from their brief profanity-throwing-meltdown and looking rather chipper, despite going through said outburst one might experience upon discovering their letterbox was mistakenly used as a latrine. Although establishing their unfortunate history with other expeditions, something Victoria's curious mind was already drawing multiple conclusions, the half-beast accepted the quest; without any additional probing questions. She narrowed her eyes, almost as a natural response to catching on to a hidden detail. Suspicion aside, she rallied her thoughts back to the main topic and with that, approaching the knight.
"Consider me on board as well," she announced, though her tone alluded to an armed query, "however, I am curious as to the nature of these relics that your mistress has an interest for. How valuable are they to her and if it exists, what is their purpose?"</s>
<|message|>Unknown. Perhaps she had one at one point, but it is lost to time.
Well, the monotone voice helped add evidence to her theory of the knight being animated armor, although she wasn't sure whether them having a voice was normal or not, she couldn't remember too much about animated armor... or much, really. The artifacts were like maps? Which implies that they weren't actually maps, somehow... The beastgirl studied the knight closely, nodding as the other halfbeast left, not bothering to turn and look at him. Three groups had gone out before, while two had come back with losses... meaning the third hadn't returned at all. A dangerous adventure, then. Hm, perhaps there was something about these artifacts... and what in the hells is that noise?
She looked outside, ears twitching uncomfortably at the loud yelling coming from directly outside in a... vaguely familiar language, though she knew she didn't know it, based on the fact that she didn't understand what he was saying, it could probably be assumed he wasn't the happiest. An assumption that was only confirmed by his prompt dialogue, and she nodded, understanding somehow. Some things were better to be kept buried, but from what she had heard, there was all too much buried in this land anyways, they had to unearth some of it eventually... and better for prepared adventurers to do it than random farmers.
"I suppose you may consider me part of this little group as well. Would your... mistress... be that halfbeast who seems to have disappeared?" The ears were a bit strange, but she seemed like a halfbeast to the cat... She was rather curious about the answer to Victoria's question as well. While she wasn't terribly interested in wealth, these relics were apparently valuable enough for someone to send out 3 adventuring parties, so they must be important somehow...</s>
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The Silver Piglet
Malstom
Republic of Laith, Samare
Spring, Archor 22 - Igni
Early afternoon, clear weather
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The armoured figure tilted it head slightly as Jack excused himself, but gave a small polite nod as he left the table, showing little reaction to the loud cursing that occured moments later, though when he returned to accept to the offer the knight sat upright just a bit more, seeming happy with having at least one person on board so far. Then, Victoria and the other Half-Beast agreed to join as well, and the figure nodded once more.
"It is good to hear that you are willing to partake in this, and I shall adress your questions and concerns in order, to the best of my ability. Starting with you, Historian. If... experiences from the previous groups are to be believed and assumed to be accurate for the relics in question now, then the relics my mistress seeks are not necessarily buried, but more... forgotten artifacts. Relics that could tell the story of what happened to this world long ago." The knight stated, before turning to Victoria.
"That, in part, should also answer your question. I unfortunately do not know the details of the specific artifacts, perhaps the servant tasked with accompanying you will be better capable of answering any such questions. I have, however, been told that these artifacts could be considered more valuable to a... historian than a merchant." It added, briefly turning to Jack, before shifting his attention to the other half-beast, who asked him about his mistress.
"And yes, it was milady who accompanied me to this establishment. Or, to be more accurate, I accompanied her. She is an anubite, of noble descent, though her family was been cast by the wayside long ago, hence why she is a scholar travelling the world instead of sitting in a palace in the desert."
The knight took a moment to look the trio up and down, before nodding. "Unless you have further questions for me I ask that you proceed to the local Guild Hall, and seek out a man named Grimar. He will be able to tell you more about the choices you have for which map you wish to follow. Milady's servant should also be waiting there, though I do not know what they are like. Grimar, however, is about my height, only unarmoured, and not a hair on his head."</s> |
<|description|>Rules
* 0: The GM has the last word in case of disputes.
* 0.1: DM approval does allow one to get around certain rules, but only express permission.
* 1: No invincibility, immortality, invisibility, psionic powers (these just tend to be generally powerful with few drawbacks), or flight. Use common sense, and ask if you're uncertain if something is allowed or not.
* 2: This is common sense, but no godmodding or metagaming.
* 3: Unlisted abilities or equipment are assumed to not exist. If you want your character to have an item or ability you did not list on your character sheet, ask me for permission first.
* 4: One character per player, PM me if you want more characters.
* 5: If you wish to keep parts of your character sheet secret, PM the full sheet to me for approval.
* 6: If you want a character that isn't one of the primary races, ask.
* 7: Really, just ask on the thread or in a PM if you want to do unique things</s>
<|message|>Unknown. Perhaps she had one at one point, but it is lost to time.
Cosmos[@Shining Sector]
The halfbeast merely nodded at Avala, though more accurately, she simply nodded without shifting her head, the intention was in response to Avala. "Of course not. I was merely addressing the theoretical, though unlikely, situation. I am not the sort to knock someone unconscious without a reason. If I was to knock him out, it would be for a good reason. At least, I would believe it was for a good reason. Of course, I can believe something is for a good reason without it truly being for a good reason... but now I'm just rambling." She stated calmly, clearly being honest in just... her view on knocking people out, apparently?
At the introductions, she winced, blinking a few times, but continuing calmly forwards towards the guild hall, picking up her pace a little. Perhaps once they were on the road, she could explain, but it would be awkward to do so now... and also she would have to do it again with that other member they were going to just meet. But she couldn't just say nothing, that would likely make her comrades concerned, or perhaps suspicious. Sighing, she hesitantly spoke up. "It is good to meet you, Miss Crafte, Sir Avala. For reasons beyond my control, I cannot answer that at this current moment. I will explain once we begin traveling, to the best of my abilities to do so." Hopefully that would suffice...</s>
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Explorer's Guild Hall
Malstom
Republic of Laith, Samare
Spring, Archor 22 - Igni
Early afternoon, clear weather
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Although Malstom's Guild Hall's design is unusual compared to other Guild Halls across the continent, it's interior would be familiar to anyone who has visited a Guild Hall before. Stone walls, with wooden supports. A spacious interior, with plenty of empty stalls merchants could make use of, though none can be found at this time. In fact, there are very few people around. A blonde-haired half-fox is chatting with the sole merchant, a brown-haired human who seems to be selling fruit. The two appear to be arguing, with the half-fox saying that she believes that the merchant is charging too much for some apples, while the merchant says that his prices are always fair. The woman seems to be wearing padded clothes, judging by their bulkiness; an off-white tunic with beige pants. The merchant, meanwhile, seems to be wearing expensive, well-made clothes. His clothes multi-coloured, a pale blue undershirt with a purple-and-white jacket on top, and dark red pants.
Near the wall opposite of the entrance, near a few crates, sits a bald man with greyish skin and dull green eyes. He's wearing brown trousers and a green jacket that have both seen better days. At his feet lies a padlocked bag, and standing against one of the crates behind him is a rather ornate-looking spear, that seems to have been made with at least as much of a focus on looking pretty as being on being pretty deadly. Although from a distance it's unclear what exactly he's saying, he seems to be engaged in conversation with someone else. Sitting beside him on a crate is a short feminine figure, sitting just high enough to be head-height with the man. She's got tan skin and quite messy white hair, and is wearing a long-sleeved light grey dress that covers most of her legs. Beside her on the crate lies a rectangular bag, with a large book on top of it, with papers sticking out of it.
Of the latter duo, it is quite clear that the man is Grimar, and as the group approaches them, their conversation becomes audible.
"...and that's why I can't turn into a Chonchon, they're not wizards! They're just servants, and I'm not a wizard's servant." The girl says, letting out an exasperated groan. "And even if I could turn into one, why would I? They're ugly! I don't want my ears to be as big as my head is!" She then adds, causing the man to laugh, shaking his head. It is then that he notices the group approaching, a smile appearing on his face.
"Well, it looks like we've got company. Quite a mixed group, too. Did the knight in the tavern send you guys?" The man asks, crossing his arms as he seems to inspect the group. The girl, meanwhile, seems to be rather curious too, but keeps quiet, instead taking her book and beginning to write something.</s>
<|message|>Unknown. Perhaps she had one at one point, but it is lost to time.
@Infinite Cosmos
The halfbeast looked around the Guild Hall, noting how few merchants there were at the moment, a singular merchant arguing with a halffox over prices, it seemed like. Based on the padded clothes, perhaps the fox was a sort of adventurer, which would make sense in the Guild Hall... the merchant seemed excessively dressed, which led her to doubt that the merchant was truly fair on their prices. After all, if it was truly fair prices, how would he be making enough money to waste on garishly bright clothes like those?
But of course, their target was not a random merchant. Outside of those two, it seemed that the bald man, Grimar, was over there, alongside a girl, and a somewhat cute one too. Her gaze flicked to the padlocked bag, wondering idly what could be so important as to lock a bag, of all things? And that spear looked incredibly weak, perhaps it could be effective as a weapon, but perhaps if he simply bought a better spear, it could be more effective than an ornate one... she can't imagine the weight of it is very balanced. Chonchons? What are those? Apparently creatures with large ears... and servants... could the girl transform into things?
The halfbeast approached, nodding in response to Grimar's question "Indeed. We were told that you held more information on the various maps, although personally, my curiousity is aroused by your companion there, she seems both interesting, and cute." The halfbeast stated calmly, gazing at the girl, dull gaze almost somehow piercing, though she kept a polite distance, to avoid the effects of her chilling aura affecting Grimar and the other.</s>
<|message|>Victoria Crafte
Victoria stared at the (literally) cold half-beast, seemingly pouting over her disappointing response. Still, she respected the unnamed half-beast's decision not to introduce herself for the time being or to explain as to her reasons why she wanted to keep silent about it. It quickly mattered little as they eventually arrived at the Guild Hall. Upon entering the large establishment, Victoria again turned to face her would-be party and addressed them.
"As I mentioned earlier," she began, "I have some reports I need to turn in. I shouldn't take long though, I'll be with you guys in a bit."
After saying her part, she temporarily departed the group and made her way over to one of the receptionists managing the front counter row. The receptionist, in particular, had recently become somewhat of a friendly acquaintance, probably due to coincidental circumstances that often had her turning in other regional reports and bounties to him, as he always seemed available to assist another client. Victoria had to admit that it was almost as if fate had created a routine for her to pass along paperwork over to this one specific individual as she visited the area. She didn't mind though and honestly, Harold, the receptionist's name, was very talkative and easy to get along with, though noticeably flamboyant in their approach.
"Oh! I see one of my favorite adventures is back in town!" Harold happily exclaimed as she approached his desk.
"Everyone is your favorite adventure, Harold," Victoria countered. She wasn't wrong.
"I know, I know, but you see me so often! You're gonna make all the other receptionists here jealous if you keep that up." he couldn't but lean in toward Victoria while his tubby profile pressed against the edge of the counter, "anyway, how can I help you this fine afternoon, Miss Crafte?"
Victoria produced the folder she carried to the Guild Hall and placed it on the countertop before nudging it towards Harold's direction, "Here to file in these reports for the Dalton scouting request."
"Ah, I see. How'd it go Did you run into any trouble?" he replied while taking the folder and checking its contents.
"Not at all. I'll be honest, it was kinda boring. Pretty uneventful really."
"I bet it was peaceful then?"
"You're not wrong about that. It was a chill and relaxing mission, that's for sure."
Harold looked up with a warm smile across his face, "That's what you should always look for. You explorers are always looking for trouble. You have to take it easy every once and awhile."
Victoria tried not to blush. Harold somehow had a way with words and making them sound so sincere, "Thanks. I'll keep that in mind during my next mission I'll be heading off in a bit for."
"You're going off again already? You are a thrill-seeker," Harold replied as he produced a small sack of coinage, "here's your pay for the request. Thank you for getting it done; keep up the good work, Miss Crafte."
"I always do," she jokingly said while taking her pay and leaving the deck, "take care, Harold."
"Don't be a stranger!"
As Victoria had figured, it wasn't hard to relocate the group and, unsurprisingly, finding Grimar along with them. Just as she was about to rejoin her companions, she arrived just as the smaller half-beast among them addressing Grimar and another individual.
"...your companion there, she seems both interesting, and cute."
"Who's cute?" Victoria blurted out. It didn't take long for her to realize who the half-beast was referring to. Upon this discovery, Victoria, also staring at the girl beside Grimar with intrigue, lowered herself to the half-beast's ear while ignoring her cold aura and muttered, "...you're right, she's adorable."</s>
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Explorer's Guild Hall
Malstom
Republic of Laith, Samare
Spring, Archor 22 - Igni
Early afternoon, clear weather
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The half-beast's comments quickly get a reaction from the tan-skinned girl, who begins to get the slightest hint of a blush on her face, before hiding said face with her book, giving everyone a better look at it. The book looks like it's old, and shows signs of damage including a few burnmarks, and appears to be made out of a leather-y material. The back seems to be rather bland, but has a few things scribbled on it, though from a distance it's hard to make out anything coherent. The front of the book, meanwhile, features a circle of faint green symbols, surrounding a... strange black patch, as though there is something underneath it that's being covered up.
"...I'm not cute..." The girl mutters quietly, peeking out above her book to look at the halfbeast and her companions, especially Victoria, seemingly suspicious about what she's saying to the halfbeast.
Grimar, on the other hand, simply lets out a laugh. "Well, you all certainly are an interesting batch. Don't worry, maybe if she grows to like you can pry out some of her many secrets." He adds, looking over at the girl who glares at him for a moment. "In any case, let us get down to business. I do, indeed, hold various maps." He adds, gesturing towards the padlocked bag. "Three, to be precise. I'm not sure how much Tinman told you guys, though, so I'll elaborate on them a bit. They are triangular pieces of brown metal with bits of blue, with a small circular piece of glass at the top. The glass gives off a glow when held in a specific direction, depending on which one it is. Grimar explains, taking a key out of his sleeve and picking up his bag, unlocking it.
"We have since discovered that they function as sort of... compasses, though they don't point towards the north like ordinary compasses. Previous expeditions have shown they lead to... things, so we're assuming these will do the same." The man adds, as he takes three small boxes out of his bag, with the girl looking at them with curiosity. He then takes opens a box, and takes out a piece of light brown metal shaped like an isosceles triangle, with a piece of white glass near the shortest end, and blue lines forming a shape that resembles a snowflake underneath it. "This is one of the three, and it shines when pointed north. That, combined with it's symbol, sound to me like it's gonna send you guys North, so I'd suggest making sure you've got warm clothing. There are two more, and one seems to point in roughly the southwest, and the other to the northwest." Grimar comments, before putting back the item and placing his hand on one of the crates.
"Other equipment, like tents and such, are in these crates in case you guys don't have any of your own. Food and spare clothes aren't included, however, since we didn't want the food to spoil and we had no way of knowing what your sizes would be beforehand, but my employer has permitted me to give you some money if you don't have any of your own to buy things with. Just know that if you take anything and don't do the job, milady will be sending people after you to get her money from you one way or another."
"I personally won't be accompanying you, but Erula over there will be." Grimar says, gesturing towards the woman still arguing with the merchant, before pointing his thumb at the girl besides him, who is still covering her face with her book, barely peeking out over it. "As will this little miscreant over here, so you'll have plenty of opportunities to gush over her appearance along the way. Anything need explaining so far?" He finally adds, causing the girl to sputter and fully hide her face once more.</s> |
<|description|>Unknown. Perhaps she had one at one point, but it is lost to time.
Gender: Female
Species: Snow Spirit, previously descended from a halfbeast (cat).
Age: Appears to be in her mid twenties or so. Actual age unknown.
Nationality: A bit of a wanderer, though her current life started high up in the mountains of Isilra
Appearance:
Equipment: She wears a mixture of fur and leather armor, frosted over, lending it to just a bit more impact compensation than typical, although anyone who examines the armor would find that it's clearly not been well maintained for years, though it isn't breaking down either, frozen in moderate wear.
In terms of weaponry, she carries a heavy metal greatsword, and a small steel shield. Though she can wield them with either hand, she tends to prefer to wield the shield in her left hand, and sword in her right.
Greatsword: Once a well maintained and sharpened weapon, it has since been encased in several inches of ice, leading to it losing a bit of its edge. Still just as heavy (heavier, actually) than it was, though the nature of the icy shell encasing it lends to the weapon being more of a heavy club than a sword.
Shield: Nothing really to speak of, like the sword, it has since been encased in ice, which does protect the shield from wearing down over time. Primarily used to deflect blows, given that the small size doesn't lead to absorbing blows particularly well.
She also holds a shattered pendant around her neck, only one large piece of the previous design visible, which holds a strange warmth contrasting the rest of her.
Abilities:
Physical: As a snow spirit, she does have a somewhat otherwordly strength, allowing her to wield her greatsword easily in one hand. She does have resistance to the ill effects of being in cold environments, but she can feel every second of it, leading to a rather miserable existence. Her senses have been dulled, leading to her being nearly unable to taste or smell, while her touch is numb from the constant cold that surrounds her. While her hearing has been dulled, her nature as a Halfbeast still leads to it being slightly sharper than a normal humans. Unique among snow spirits due to strange circumstances surrounding her death, she is able to move freely around the world, though this comes at the cost of being unable to float, and she does require food and water, albeit at a much lower rate than most mortals. Additionally, while her body is resistant to damage from constant exposure to bone-chilling temperatures, she can still be hurt as usual, and nonmagical healing is rather slow, unless she has a source of snow or ice, which can be used to speed the process.
Magical: Though in life she had no skill with magic, nor a large enough Mana Heart to use magecraft, her nature does bring with it...
Isilra's Chill: In a sphere around her, about five feet in radius, there is a constant chill in the air, slowly freezing things that remain around her too closely, leading to objects sometimes being covered in a thin layer of frost when she leaves. This chill is certainly below freezing, approximately 0°F (-18°C), and absolutely constant, remaining that precise temperature whether atop the highest mountaintop, or in the heart of a volcano. This aura does not, however, protect her in the slightest from any fire, only slightly weakening it before it would reach her, and she holds a certain fascination with the warmth of the fire, and its flickering motions.
Backstory: While the events before her death are an unknown to her, the events afterwards are not particularly interesting, mostly wandering aimlessly around Isilra for years, before eventually happening upon a raiding nation of humans, living with them for a few years, never taking on an identity, but learning of how the world has changed, and heading to the south, to explore, and potentially find... why she had lived. Who she had been before. Or perhaps even discover secrets before even her.</s>
<|message|>Rules
Malston
Republic of Laith, Samare
Western border of the Explored World
Spring, Archor 22 - Igni
Early afternoon, clear weather
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Within the Republic of Laith, one of Samare's northernmost nations on the Western border, lies the town of Malston, a popular stop for adventurers and explorers as it's the westernmost town within Laith to have an establishment belonging to the League of Explorers. It's a small town, built on a hill overlooking the grasslands of Laith, and is within a days' travel from the unexplored western lands.
Outside of the town, past the farmlands, is grassland with an occasional patch of woods. A small stream runs through the land here, marging into a river somewhere in the unexplored lands. Within one of these patches of forest, to the north, is the ruins of an old temple of some kind. It has already been thoroughly explored, but it's a popular hangout for local kids, though rumour has it that there's a hidden basement that is used as a lair by bandits.
Within Malston, there are few buildings of note. There is an independent inn/tavern, known as the Silver Piglet, a market square, and of course an Explorer's Guild courtesy of the League of Explorers. Beyond that, most other buildings are either townhouses, shops, or farmhouses.
The local Explorer's Guild is of unique design. While most are standard two-storey buildings, with a tavern and stalls to do business on the ground floor and inn rooms on the top floor, this structure has a watch tower League members can use for free. On a clear day, one can see the forest that mark the beginning of the unexplored wildlands off in the distance from atop this tower. Furthermore, it only has one floor, and has traded in the tavern area for just a few rooms, as the building was built with the help of the owner of the Silver Piglet, in exchange for the Explorers' Guild not getting a tavern as to not steal away customers.
The Silver Piglet, meanwhile, is a two-storey building, with the ground floor dedicated to being a tavern/restaurant, while the top floor (and part of the ground floor) housing rooms for guests. Many of it's guests are League members as the Explorer's Guild usually has rented out all it's rooms, though it often is home to independent explorers as well. It is the best place in town to get some food or a drink, as well as getting some rest. Because of it's popularity, it's also common for people to put requests on the noticeboard inside if they are looking for people to do things for them for payment, and often recruiters recruit people for expeditions here.
It is within this town that our story begins. It is this town that everyone's travels have brought them to, one way or another. The day is nice, it's the middle of spring, and the weather is pleasant. There's a gentle breeze, and the sky is clear, no sign of rain. Locals are minding their own business, and the Silver Piglet is quiet during this time of day, with just a handful of people there.</s>
<|message|>Victoria Crafte
At one of the many tables within the Silver Piglet tavern establishment, center aisle and directly West of the building's entrance, sat Victoria by her lonesome and her equipment sprawled about upon, more than a quarter, of the table's surface. Her backpack took precedence over one of the remaining seats surrounding the circular platform, essentially leaving three more vacant. Though Victoria was both observant and considerate; her eyes would dart away from her work now and then and study the patrons within the tavern, along with those outgoing and arriving, noting their movements and anticipating their trajectories. It was just in case if a group of explores decided to rally at her table, prompting her if that moment came so she could relinquish one of the seats. Although it was unlikely anyone would bother her at her claimed spot. The tavern was quite tame at this time of day and only a dozen or so patrons were present. As such, the number of open seats and unclaimed tables were considerably plentiful.
Victoria took a moment to down a portion of the alcoholic brew, still bubbling and accumulating froth, within her glass mug.
She had just gotten back from a solo expedition not too long ago. Her task, as of week ago, was charting a few possible paths leading Westward, particularly into a thick forest-rich and unmapped sector called Dalton. A temporary name really; only a placeholder picked by an earlier group who had discovered the untouched area. The job itself was fairly easy and paid well enough. She was there evaluating the density of the forests, the flora and fauna that inhabited those woods, and the safest clearing to venture through. For five days, she would camp back near familiar and already established roads before venturing around those, notably dark, woods and only briefly probing further to gander at the topography and biology behind the imposing foliage.
Unfortunately, there was very little regarding the out of the ordinary where she researched. No new plants or undiscovered species were present at the time she wandered around. Perhaps the only thing that did capture her interest was a segment of the forest which was consumed by what appeared to be a thick and complex tendril-like mass of thorns and vines. Upon stumbling across the natural fortification, it had intrigued her about how silent the woods had become, how the sounds of the wind nor the cries of smaller creatures suddenly died down. The atmosphere had become quite eerier, to say the least. But Victoria knew better than to venture any further, especially without any back-up. From there, she and turned and left the way she came. After a day of travel, she arrived at the town of Malston and beelined to the nearest and only tavern, the Silver Piglet, to recuperate and finalize her report.
Victoria picked up one of the articles of paper she had doodled and notated on before referring to a large map spread out on the table, detailing the explored regions and, to a lesser extent -- which was a nice way of saying empty and completely white; the unexplored and mostly-empty Dalton area. Upon conferring with her notes and pinpointing her search area, she scribbled another couple of paragraphs of detail into her report. Victoria, undoubtedly still exhausted from her trip, placed the feather pen within its inkpot and eased her self into a stretched within her seat before finally exiting a yawn. Looking back at her mug with almost tired eyes, she noticed it had been thoroughly emptied with only a handful of froth resting and dispersing at the bottom. She perked up and waved down one of the roaming waitresses.
"Another round, please!"</s>
<|message|>Droigheann / Jack Thorne
Jack
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Jack sat in the corner of the Silver Piglet, downing his (tenth) pint of beer. He was trying to drown out the absolute disaster of the last expedition. How the bloody hell did they miss that a rogue mage was active in the area?
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Flashback - One Week Ago
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You know, there are probably worse situations to be in than being hung upside down over a magically mutated spider monster, but in the moment other thoughts don't seem to come to mind. The only saving grace was that the one controlling the beast fell into the typical villain pitfall of monologuing.
What was it about these guys and monologues? I mean, here it was probably understandable, the crazed lunatic had probably not had any interaction with people for some time. That tends to happen when you breed spiders that eat people.
He had been caught unaware as he was exploring the temple. Apparently the Spider Mage Bittertooth had chosen to make the remote place his lair. He was completely overwhelmed by the organised arachnids and captured.
While Jack was thinking about this, and ignoring the monologue, he was working away at the spider silk keeping him trapped. Just a little more and... there.
"And furthermore, those League bastards who called me crazy will... WHAM" The Mage was interrupted by a flying kick to the face, courtesy of a now free catman.
"Sorry, but I'm not really in the mood to deal with the ravings of a lunatic."
The mage grabbed his jaw and pulled it back into place. "You dare injure the mighty Bittertooth? DEATHFANG, KILL HIM!"
Oh right, the giant spider. Jack completely forgot about that for a second. Summoning his Shadow Blade, he launched into combat with the monster. Despite the cutting power of his weapon, the creature's carapace was like steel. Fortunately the arachnomancer was merely cheerimg on his creation, so could be put out of mind.
The only real weak spot was the creature's eyes, but he would be damned if he was getting near that. After dodging for a solid minute, he decided to use a Chill Touch to at least partially blind the beast. In his mind, one of the lines from his studies came to mind.
"If you cannot break the stone, let it break itself."
Translation, use the enemies strengths against it. Jumping on the back of the spider, he grabbed it's head and forced it to charge to try and get him off. While he was at it, he finished the job of blinding the creature to put his plan into full effect. The arachnomancer saw what he was doing, but when he tried to heal the creature Chill Touch prevented it.
It took a couple of tries, and some major damage to the walls, but he finally managed to get the giant spider to crush its master. As he did so, the creature and it's brethren let out a sickening scream, as they began to fall apart. As Jack was on top of the giant spider, this naturally meant he got covered in the guts of it.
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Even with Prestidigitation, it took five tries to remove the smell of spider guts from his clothing. Fortunately the rest of the mission was simple, and he retrieved the Cursed Blade Skulltaker. He also made a note to kick the arse of the region's scout for missing the fact that a bloody Raid Class threat was in the temple. If the creatures hadn't been linked to their creator, he'd have been in deep shit.</s>
| <|message|>Unknown. Perhaps she had one at one point, but it is lost to time.
Also inside of the Silver Piglet, the door opens, a short Halfbeast meandering in to look around emotionlessly. With a faint sigh, she looked around, noticing what appeared to be a mage calling for another round. Silently considering her options, the girl shook her head, ears twitching slightly, sitting down not at the same table as her, but rather at the nearest table. As the waitress stepped over to refill Victoria's drink with a friendly smile, the halfbeast leaned over to gently tap on her arm, sending a shiver down the waitress spine at the cold touch of the leather gloves, stating calmly "Excuse me, could you get me a glass of water?" She handed the waitress a few crusted over coins, and the waitress blinked, then smiled and nodded. "Of course! Just let me handle her, sweetie."
The waitress filled up Victoria's glass with a fresh round of ale, careful to avoid spilling over what Victoria was writing on, before meandering over, returning shortly with a glass of water for the halfbeast, who took it with a faint smile. Saying nothing, the halfbeast merely studied Victoria's map, and the paragraphs of text. She honestly didn't seem to be doing much, just out of range of her aura affecting Victoria.</s> |
<|description|>Unknown. Perhaps she had one at one point, but it is lost to time.
Gender: Female
Species: Snow Spirit, previously descended from a halfbeast (cat).
Age: Appears to be in her mid twenties or so. Actual age unknown.
Nationality: A bit of a wanderer, though her current life started high up in the mountains of Isilra
Appearance:
Equipment: She wears a mixture of fur and leather armor, frosted over, lending it to just a bit more impact compensation than typical, although anyone who examines the armor would find that it's clearly not been well maintained for years, though it isn't breaking down either, frozen in moderate wear.
In terms of weaponry, she carries a heavy metal greatsword, and a small steel shield. Though she can wield them with either hand, she tends to prefer to wield the shield in her left hand, and sword in her right.
Greatsword: Once a well maintained and sharpened weapon, it has since been encased in several inches of ice, leading to it losing a bit of its edge. Still just as heavy (heavier, actually) than it was, though the nature of the icy shell encasing it lends to the weapon being more of a heavy club than a sword.
Shield: Nothing really to speak of, like the sword, it has since been encased in ice, which does protect the shield from wearing down over time. Primarily used to deflect blows, given that the small size doesn't lead to absorbing blows particularly well.
She also holds a shattered pendant around her neck, only one large piece of the previous design visible, which holds a strange warmth contrasting the rest of her.
Abilities:
Physical: As a snow spirit, she does have a somewhat otherwordly strength, allowing her to wield her greatsword easily in one hand. She does have resistance to the ill effects of being in cold environments, but she can feel every second of it, leading to a rather miserable existence. Her senses have been dulled, leading to her being nearly unable to taste or smell, while her touch is numb from the constant cold that surrounds her. While her hearing has been dulled, her nature as a Halfbeast still leads to it being slightly sharper than a normal humans. Unique among snow spirits due to strange circumstances surrounding her death, she is able to move freely around the world, though this comes at the cost of being unable to float, and she does require food and water, albeit at a much lower rate than most mortals. Additionally, while her body is resistant to damage from constant exposure to bone-chilling temperatures, she can still be hurt as usual, and nonmagical healing is rather slow, unless she has a source of snow or ice, which can be used to speed the process.
Magical: Though in life she had no skill with magic, nor a large enough Mana Heart to use magecraft, her nature does bring with it...
Isilra's Chill: In a sphere around her, about five feet in radius, there is a constant chill in the air, slowly freezing things that remain around her too closely, leading to objects sometimes being covered in a thin layer of frost when she leaves. This chill is certainly below freezing, approximately 0°F (-18°C), and absolutely constant, remaining that precise temperature whether atop the highest mountaintop, or in the heart of a volcano. This aura does not, however, protect her in the slightest from any fire, only slightly weakening it before it would reach her, and she holds a certain fascination with the warmth of the fire, and its flickering motions.
Backstory: While the events before her death are an unknown to her, the events afterwards are not particularly interesting, mostly wandering aimlessly around Isilra for years, before eventually happening upon a raiding nation of humans, living with them for a few years, never taking on an identity, but learning of how the world has changed, and heading to the south, to explore, and potentially find... why she had lived. Who she had been before. Or perhaps even discover secrets before even her.</s>
<|message|>Unknown. Perhaps she had one at one point, but it is lost to time.
The halfbeast took an occasional sip from the water, swishing it around to keep a layer of ice from forming, though constant frost was covering icing over the outside of the mug. Noting the Anubite, she watched her for a moment, studying the dress, and the Anubite herself, noting the rather irritated expression.
Soon, though, her gaze flicked to the knight following her, blinking at the stiff, rigid movements, tilting their head, an ear twitching atop her head. Perhaps animated armor? That would explain the silence, and rigid motions... plus the power behind that armored fist fit behind a magical construct... Interesting. Rude, though, there were notices underneath that.
Glancing at her fellow patron nearby speaking to her, the halfbeast blinked a few times, tilting her head, before silently nodding, figuring she likely didn't need to speak where simple movements would suffice. Speaking wasn't particularly difficult, but it was more effort than a nod. Standing up, she took her water with her, to slowly drain, letting the cool liquid into her mouth, and slide down her throat smoothly. Her chill aura was more obvious from right next to Victoria, the cold chill settling over her undeniable.
Studying the notice, the halfbeast tilted her head, a frown on her face, shaking her head. She supposed she was a little prone to death... but then again, everyone was. She had just died once before. At least, she thought she had. It was a little fuzzy, but from what she had heard of her 'kind', she had to have died before. Wasn't everyone prone to dying though? In fact, if one was prone to dying, that would mean they'd have to have died commonly... This entire train of thought was irrelevant. The halfbeast quickly shook her head. Right, right. Tangents. Looking to Victoria, the halfbeast was silent for a moment, before nodding, tone quiet and near emotionless. "Perhaps. If they can speak at all, the motions remind me of magical armor..."
She gave a start at that realization, then frowned. How did she know what magical armor was like? Did she recognize the armor...? She hadn't felt any sense of familiarity towards the armor like she had to her current garb, when first she awoke... No, no, she must have just seen animated armor at some point before. Either way, she steps over to the knight herself, sitting at the table next to the knight's, but near enough for her aura to settle over both the other halfbeast, and the knight, waiting for their response.</s>
<|message|>Rules
The Silver Piglet
Malstom
Republic of Laith, Samare
Spring, Archor 22 - Igni
Early afternoon, clear weather
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The knight looked on in silence as the trio approached the table he was seated at, making no effort to greet them in the process. It stared quietly at Jack as he asked for details, then turned it's gaze towards Victoria, and finally settling on the snow spirit for a few moments. It then returned it's gaze to Jack, and began to speak in a monotone voice, slightly muffled by his helmet.
"I do not know why my mistress chose to word her request in the way she has, but I was told that I was to answer most questions to the best of my ability, so that is what I will do." It stated.
"My lady has reason, and evidence, to believe that she is in possession of several artifacts that function like maps leading to ancient relics of great value. She herself does not, however, possess the luxury of having the time to pursue them. That is why she seeks to hire people to track said relics down for her. She has in the past hired three other groups to do this job. Two came back with valuable treasure, though both had suffered losses in the process."
The armoured figure fell silent for a moment, likely with the intention of giving the trio around him the time to think about what was just said. Then, it speaks again, interrupting anyone who tried to ask anything. "You would be the fourth expedition, and you would be permitted to choose which of three artifacts you would like to follow. I have been told that one leads North, while two lead West, to the Northwest and Southwest to be exact. The majority of bounty found along the way will be yours to divide among yourselves, but a servant of the mistress will be accompanying you to lay claim to the relics my lady seeks. Any findings they state the lady does not have interest in will be yours."
"If you have any further questions, ask them now, so that I may answer them."</s>
<|message|>Droigheann / Jack Thorne
Jack Thorne
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"Would you excuse me a second?" Jack asked, standing up and heading out the back. For a while there was just the regular chatter before the sounds of screaming overpowered it. Those who knew dwarven were either blushing or impressed that someone knew so many swears. After thirty seconds, he re-entered the room, adjusting his hat, and returned to the table.
"That's better." Jack said, his face like a contented cat, "Apologies, I've had a few (dozen) bad experiences with ancient treasure maps. Things are buried for a reason." He lamented that he didn't have enough money for another beer, even if this stuff is weak as piss compared to back home.
"I'm not thrilled about it, but needs must. You have yourself a professional historian and artefact retrieval expert on board.</s>
<|message|>Victoria Crafte
"Magical armor, huh?" said Victoria, contemplating the validity of the half-beast spirit's words. The thought seemed sound for sure and was possibly true. Although a fun concept to ponder, she kept her focus to the knight and the other half-beast and their inevitable interaction.
Upon joining the other two explorers, the knight finally spoke, although in an unimpressive and somewhat muted monotone voice. The knight explained that their mistress -- the anubite from before? Maybe, but not enough information to be certain -- was in the business of requesting teams of adventurers to locate several relics that could only be pinpointed by artifacts within her possession. However, the knighted continued, stating three groups were sent but only mentioned two of those groups, and the casualties they suffered. No mention of the third group at all. Great. The knight eventually sweetened the deal, advising that the bounty would be theirs to keep as an incentive if found of course.
After getting the gist of this request, Victoria took the moment to evaluate the request before them. The job was certainly dangerous, especially as three teams had encountered losses during those expeditions. Victoria could only begin to imagine what sore of traps and other perils await them, assuming the accepted. But coming from experiences, the greater the danger, the greater the treasure and knowledge that was in store. As she weighed the value of the request, the other half-beast that initiated the discussion excused themselves and abruptly left the room. She didn't think too much of this, that was, however, until the same half-beast, now outside, vocalized a loud varied storm of curses and other offensive verses and choice words. All of which were in a dwarven tongue. Impressive. So much so that it was enough to snap Victoria out of her train of thought. Made her snicker as well.
The half-beast eventually returned from their brief profanity-throwing-meltdown and looking rather chipper, despite going through said outburst one might experience upon discovering their letterbox was mistakenly used as a latrine. Although establishing their unfortunate history with other expeditions, something Victoria's curious mind was already drawing multiple conclusions, the half-beast accepted the quest; without any additional probing questions. She narrowed her eyes, almost as a natural response to catching on to a hidden detail. Suspicion aside, she rallied her thoughts back to the main topic and with that, approaching the knight.
"Consider me on board as well," she announced, though her tone alluded to an armed query, "however, I am curious as to the nature of these relics that your mistress has an interest for. How valuable are they to her and if it exists, what is their purpose?"</s>
| <|message|>Unknown. Perhaps she had one at one point, but it is lost to time.
Well, the monotone voice helped add evidence to her theory of the knight being animated armor, although she wasn't sure whether them having a voice was normal or not, she couldn't remember too much about animated armor... or much, really. The artifacts were like maps? Which implies that they weren't actually maps, somehow... The beastgirl studied the knight closely, nodding as the other halfbeast left, not bothering to turn and look at him. Three groups had gone out before, while two had come back with losses... meaning the third hadn't returned at all. A dangerous adventure, then. Hm, perhaps there was something about these artifacts... and what in the hells is that noise?
She looked outside, ears twitching uncomfortably at the loud yelling coming from directly outside in a... vaguely familiar language, though she knew she didn't know it, based on the fact that she didn't understand what he was saying, it could probably be assumed he wasn't the happiest. An assumption that was only confirmed by his prompt dialogue, and she nodded, understanding somehow. Some things were better to be kept buried, but from what she had heard, there was all too much buried in this land anyways, they had to unearth some of it eventually... and better for prepared adventurers to do it than random farmers.
"I suppose you may consider me part of this little group as well. Would your... mistress... be that halfbeast who seems to have disappeared?" The ears were a bit strange, but she seemed like a halfbeast to the cat... She was rather curious about the answer to Victoria's question as well. While she wasn't terribly interested in wealth, these relics were apparently valuable enough for someone to send out 3 adventuring parties, so they must be important somehow...</s> |
<|description|>Vijaya Lakshmi
Age: 25
Appearance: Lakshmi has the appearance of an attractive young woman with dark facial features, an hourglass figure, and a charming way of speaking. Her mess of long, raven-black hair is usually tied back with an elaborate blue ribbon, striking blue eyes matching the tear shaped bindi she wears. Often draped in a blue sari, she is adorned with a pair of golden bangles that never seem to come off.</s>
<|message|>Vijaya Lakshmi
On this day, Raghba Shahr knew nothing but joy.
Founded one hundred and eight years ago today, its citizens celebrated the success of their kingdom. The streets were flooded with people as they took to enjoying themselves, taking every chance to fill on food and drink. For the most part, the spirit was shared among both peasant and royalty; within the castle walls, the Sultan had invited several important figures, intent on showing the capital their leaders.
That said, there was one who did not quite participate. While the Sultan was all too happy to impart his joy, a man known as Khedive Raoul had an imposing aura about him. His composure was kept in expression save for his eyes: a tranquil fury filled them as he glanced over the crowds outside. He tapped his cane with long fingers, only moving when a guard approached him. His scowl was plain at this point, though he didn't need to respond as said guard departed immediately.
His name was then called, and after putting on some semblance of a pleasant expression, rejoined the other nobility. The guard that had departed exited the room, letting out an exasperated sigh before straightening up at the arrival of the captain.
"Khedive Raoul has asked to increase the numbers in the search," He stated.
The captain slowly shook his head, unamused. An escaped concubine of sorts wasn't necessarily anything urgent, but the Khedive insisted on her recovery sooner than later while urging for discretion. "I won't afford him any more, it shouldn't be so difficult to find one woman," He replied curtly. "Quietly, get to it. I'll take over from here."
The guard nodded, taking off in the direction of the populace. Music filled the entire city at this point, conversations shouted over one another in an effort in communication. Throughout the celebrations, the occasional guard was seen conversing with another. They would never linger, their reactions a mix of disbelief and exasperation. The result was a stumbling search as the guards alternated between caution and carelessness obvious to any who looked.
Emerging from an alleyway once the guard had passed, the raven haired woman took a look around. The celebration had been just as good a distraction as any, though judging by the guards crawling around, her presence was missed. For now, that simply wasn't her concern, though she did stop to tug at the golden choli; considering his insistence that she was his tawaif and not his 'courtesan' as the servants assumed, the man certainly liked the idea of showing her off. The sari was less modest than the others she was used to, the slit outright scandalous, as if her midriff hadn't shown enough skin as it was. But he had assured her of its fine quality, pointing out the intricate designs of gold on blue. She could have believed him if he had been subtle at all, but at this point she knew better.
She stopped as she heard a commotion, raising an eyebrow. Right, then, if she was to escape, then she would need another pair of hands. But there was nothing wrong with a little exploration, her eyes drawn to a small gaggle of women dancing for a crowd.</s>
<|message|>Harun Fhal'rir
Well, Harun would give Raghba Shahir one thing. It certainly knew how to throw a party.
The sun beat down on the immaculate city, its towering spires and multicolored ribbons and tabards served as the only respite in its wake. Announcing the beginning of the festivities were ungulating cries and small prayers to Hayashim before the cornucopia of extravagant pleasures and haughty talk commenced. It happened so quickly and with such gusto that Harun did not know exactly what to do.
Having grown up on the streets of Il-Shamabad, Harun wasn't used to vast celebration. The rulers there were far more militaristic and utilitarian in manner. The city guards roamed the streets just as the thugs did, and he had grown quite a collection of scars escaping imprisonment before he had seen fifteen summers. As such, he'd put more men in the ground rather than women in their bed, an old friend once said. He wasn't exactly a people person, he guessed. But he was young and strong, and he wasn't above a good party. He actually missed his old city, but killing an Emir was generally frowned upon so he fled to the only city larger and richer than the last.
He poked his head around the street corner, past the marketplace where merchants of every race and garb were selling their wares with what could only be described as a desperation. In the bath houses, he saw scantily clad women rubbing the shoulders of corsairs and courtiers of the sultan. One ebony pirate was so rotund, his stomach seemed to balloon outward into the water with no sign of curving backward. Across the center, dancing girls spun veil weaves as their bodies leaped and spun teasingly.
They were pretty, but past them and a crowd of fish wives, he saw a woman that would make any man turn twice. A raven haired beauty that had him attempting to peek over the crowd to gain a better look.
He decided to step out into the Bazaar from the alley, eyes locked onto the woman just as a rumble betrayed the monstrous creature about to step on him. His heart leapt into his mouth when an Elephant turned a corner and nearly crushed him, a mustachioed Satrap atop the beast, sneering. "Out of the way, boy!" He spat, uncoiling a whip and swapping at Harun. It was all the street rat could do to keep himself from being smooshed, and expertly he caught the whip on his forearm.
"That's a new record." Harun replied, yanking the whip out of the Satrap's hands with a muscled tug. You would think he would have learned not to piss off powerful people. His next remark was casual. "Two seconds and I can already tell you're a huge bitch."
Needless to say, he had a problem with authority.</s>
<|message|>Vijaya Lakshmi
A few mumbles here and there and the odd comment showed that the young man's interaction had gotten some attention. For the most part, it was curiosity getting the better of them. The idea of anyone lowborn standing up to higher powers was greatly entertaining, especially when done so boldly. She was greatly amused by the interaction, her mind made up right then and there. There would be no better option to take back what was hers than with someone who cared little for authority--at minimum she had little reason to think he would turn her in.
Now to get his attention. Tapping her chin, an idea came to mind. As she stepped aside, however, she faced the back of a guard's head. Quickly turning around, she knew she needed to get made a decision here and now. Snapping her fingers, a rush of wind swept through, startling the poor elephant. As it reared back on its hind-legs, the guard next to her ran forward in an attempt to calm the creature. Part of her felt bad, but it wasn't hurt, just scared, so she gave it a small apology before moving through the now bustling crowd. Once she got through, she approached the stranger, though before she could get to close, she spotted more guards coming along to assess the situation.
Not wanting to draw any more unneeded attention, she reached out and touched his arm. "Come," She said, beckoning for him to follow her before she turned around and walked into the alley.</s>
<|message|>Harun Fhal'rir
Suddenly, a strange gust of wind floated in across the city. Harun's thick head of hair whipped as he looked around in confusion, bewildered. It was as if the spirit of the dunes descended on them, and he had to back away before the Elephant stomped on him. As he did so, he nearly bumped into the last person he expected. It was the woman across the marketplace, appearing as if by magic. When she brushed him with her fingers, he felt tingles along his skin.
Normally he wouldn't be so susceptible to follow a stranger, even a beautiful one. But there was something in the way she moved that caught his attention, and he couldn't fathom why she'd want to speak to him. In an alleyway, no less. As the guard calmed the elephant down, he and the Prince turned to see where the ruffian had gone, only to find no one there any longer. The Streetrat had followed her into the alleyway, glancing around warily as he did so. Usually when a beautiful woman wanted something from him, it was to take advantage of him.
Judging by this woman's ass, she wanted him to for something big.
"Who are you?" He had to ask.</s>
<|message|>Vijaya Lakshmi
As she lead him down the alleyway, several windows would slowly close. Any person that could have looked their way for any reason suddenly seemed uninterested, the commotion of the crowd muffled somewhat. There was one man that had been in the alleyway, but as soon as he looked at the pair, his eyes were averted elsewhere, and he walked past them, nearly bumping into Harun--almost as if he hadn't seen them. There was an odd silence once she reached the end, a few crates separating them from the rest of the populace on the other side.
The woman finally stopped as she approached the crates, stopping only to hoist herself onto one of them, elegantly perching herself as she crossed her legs. "Call me Lakshmi," She replied as she folded her hands on her lap. "Worry not, I will not keep you in suspense for long. I am in need of a favor that if done, will grant you something you seek."
She paused briefly as she smoothed out the material on her leg, continuing with, "You look like a man that has seen his way around and holds little regard for the frivolity of the visiting nobles. Two traits I am in need of." Despite the lack of a smile on her face, her blue eyes held no malice; they could be described as curious, as if searching his for something. "As I'm sure you are far more than aware, the celebrations have resulted in a mass of nobles all gathering around. One in particular by the name of Qadir has brought something of great value to Khedive Raoul. He went out of his way to obtain it, with many a throat slit and enough blood split to fuel several rituals. Many pains were taken to ensure its safety, although I believe liberating it would make far more of an interesting tale."
"Before I go on, however...tell me, what do they call you?"</s>
<|message|>Harun Fhal'rir
Hands in the folds of his trousers, treating them as glorified pockets, he halted when she spun and gracefully plopped on the crates. He raised an eyebrow, wondering what this could be for. He was very wary, truth be told. But at least she seemed casual, despite her imperious nature. Her gaze held his mesmerizingly once he deigned to look in her eyes, but he tried to play it off as nothing. As she spoke however, she became less appealing.
Something about her seemed sorcerous, and her tale didn't halt the notion. But it had been a very dry summer for him, and he did need some way to get money. "You've got my attention, but I'll need some assurance before I start leaping through hoops." He remarked, running a hand through his thick head of dark hair. "I've been hired by people before who thought it was funny to leave me in a hopeless situation. They didn't find the humor in it when I found them again."
Still, he knew she had him. For all of his blunder, he hadn't spoken to an attractive girl in awhile and he was curious on what she was talking about. He raised his head a bit, a challenging look on his face. "My name's Harun. No last name, as far as I know." He shrugged, and turned back to see if anyone was listening in. The Prince nor the elephant were anywhere to be found, and no guards had shown up yet.
"So, what's this you need me to do?" He asked.</s>
| <|message|>Vijaya Lakshmi
"Harun," Lakshmi repeated his name as if testing its sound. A simple name for a simple man. She said nothing more for a moment, but she seemed to like the sound of it. Her gaze searched his face after his question, though she lit up as she came to a decision.
"There is something of mine in the palace that requires liberating--a lamp that is mine," She told him frankly. "A snake by the name of Raul snatched it from its rightful place and seeks to besmirch...me." She seemed quite bitter as she spoke of the khedive, expression darkening considerably. "It's proof of my lineage, so to speak. Without it, I am unable to return to my home in the Isle of Aljana. Simply put, so long as it is in his possession, I have little choice but to follow his every order. I am utterly at his mercy."
Lakshmi gave a small sigh as she closed her eyes, letting the silence linger for a moment. Opening her eyes, she gave Harun a small smile, completely at ease. "That said, I don't expect your services for free, of course," She assured him. "Aside from fulfilling the very noble deed of rescuing a damsel in distress, I have every intention of paying you whatever you wish. These days there is much to be desired, wouldn't you agree? Be it riches or fame, I can give it to you. All you need to do is ask."</s> |
<|description|>Vijaya Lakshmi
Age: 25
Appearance: Lakshmi has the appearance of an attractive young woman with dark facial features, an hourglass figure, and a charming way of speaking. Her mess of long, raven-black hair is usually tied back with an elaborate blue ribbon, striking blue eyes matching the tear shaped bindi she wears. Often draped in a blue sari, she is adorned with a pair of golden bangles that never seem to come off.</s>
<|message|>Vijaya Lakshmi
"Harun," Lakshmi repeated his name as if testing its sound. A simple name for a simple man. She said nothing more for a moment, but she seemed to like the sound of it. Her gaze searched his face after his question, though she lit up as she came to a decision.
"There is something of mine in the palace that requires liberating--a lamp that is mine," She told him frankly. "A snake by the name of Raul snatched it from its rightful place and seeks to besmirch...me." She seemed quite bitter as she spoke of the khedive, expression darkening considerably. "It's proof of my lineage, so to speak. Without it, I am unable to return to my home in the Isle of Aljana. Simply put, so long as it is in his possession, I have little choice but to follow his every order. I am utterly at his mercy."
Lakshmi gave a small sigh as she closed her eyes, letting the silence linger for a moment. Opening her eyes, she gave Harun a small smile, completely at ease. "That said, I don't expect your services for free, of course," She assured him. "Aside from fulfilling the very noble deed of rescuing a damsel in distress, I have every intention of paying you whatever you wish. These days there is much to be desired, wouldn't you agree? Be it riches or fame, I can give it to you. All you need to do is ask."</s>
<|message|>Harun Fhal'rir
Harun seemed apprehensive, but only because he had heard plenty of stories of jobs too good to be true being offered to commoners who they could dispose of once the task was done. He wouldn't let any sort of wariness keep him from a potential prize, though. The job seemed easy enough, and he stood there transfixed in thought for a few moments longer until, arms crossed, he agreed with a nod. He had to take a chance, every once in awhile.
"I'm not sure why this lamp might keep you beholden, but as long as you pay up we shouldn't have any problems." He said. This woman was obviously keeping something to herself, but not in a sinister way wish was all he truly cared about. "You still haven't told me exactly how we, or I, would get into the palace and fetch this thing for you. I can fight a guard or three, but an entire palace full of them isn't something I can handle."
Granted, he hadn't specified what he would wish with from her offer. Who was this woman who could give him whatever he desired? She was beautiful enough to be a princess. Did that mean she had royal power? Maybe it was some edict of the Sultan that kept her from obtaining this lamp. "Let me decide after I grab ahold of the lamp, although I can promise you I don't want to be skulking in streets anymore at night or fighting over food."
He turned away from her then, almost angered at her for being so clean and casually wealthy. She likely thought him worthless, but then he couldn't blame her. He often felt worthless in the grand scheme of things. He knew what he looked like in his reflection, scarred and dirt stained. The street rat clenched his fist.
No more.</s>
<|message|>Vijaya Lakshmi
Lakshmi cocked her head slightly, her leg bouncing for a moment. He had actually hesitated--yes, this was the very one she needed. Too obedient and with little confidence would lead to disastrous results if things were to go awry. He had a good head on his shoulders, solidifying her choice and reassuring her greatly. He wanted so little, she almost felt bad for it. Fortunately she meant to keep good on her word and wasn't about to go scorning another.
"You'll do neither of those once we are done," She promised him that much, placing her hands at her sides before sliding gracefully to her feet. "As for getting in, that is the easy part. We will simply walk in through the servant's quarters, hiding in plain sight. Many like you have been hired off the streets for one night, and unfamiliar faces are common in the palace today. So long as you are with me, no one will question you. I will guide you to the khedive's room, you will take the lamp, and then we leave while everyone is none the wiser."
She stepped in front of Harun, a finger pointing upwards. "That said, there is no such thing as an easy walk of life. There may be a risk, I will not deny it. Should the worst come, I may not be able to protect you. If you have any doubts, any fears, then I advise you forget my face, and I will search for another," She gave him one final warning. "If you are still in agreement after hearing all that, then we will be off, and there will be no turning back."
Lakshmi lowered her hand, opening it up as she seemed to be holding it out for him. "Do we have a deal?"</s>
<|message|>Harun Fhal'rir
Harun considered her offer, wondering for a moment whether or not he could refuse the offer. He felt that maybe he enjoyed skulking through streets and fighting other thieves for food. Nothing tasted better than a meal you stole or fought for. Then again, that's what made this job so tempting. If he came out rich, he'd feel as if he had paid a lifetime's worth of food and drink in one fell swoop.
He took her hand in his. It was a stronger grip than he would have expected from such a delicate hand, which made him grin. At least she had conviction. "You have a deal, babe." He told her, a fire in his eyes.
All they needed to do was get into the Palace via making sure he looked dirty and worn and without having bathed in a few days. Check, check, and...yeah, check.</s>
<|message|>Vijaya Lakshmi
"Then our deal has been born. No turning back now," Lakshmi replied with a wink, a mischievous look about her as she released him. "Come then, let us gamble against the fates."
The bustling noise of the streets came back as thunderous as ever once the pair stepped back into the crowd. Even so, no one seemed to lay eyes on either of them; Lakshmi walked the path that would lead them straight to the palace, sidestepping most with a practiced ease. Even the closest calls drew no attention to them, but she walked with an impressive speed nonetheless. There would be no slowing down until she ducked into another alleyway, cutting straight through the foot traffic and emerging on a lesser side of the palace that the populace was less familiar with.
Several guards stood around, checking every product and servant that walked through. One was perched on a mountain of crates, searching for something, but after a few seconds, he descended and headed back into the palace. There was a small crowd towards the end of the line as they awaited an order, mostly people whose faces were more commonly seen among the rabble--the tired and hungry looking for a promise of payment that would tide them over for the rest of the celebration so long as they worked without complaint. In truth it was the Sultan's wife who had suggested the idea, feeling that it would make the royal family look more in touch with their people.
Lakshmi ignored the first guard, taking Harun's wrist and walking past both the guard and the crowd, though she released him as she approached an open crate. An assortment of fine silks rested there, a few men having hauled a few and sorting themselves by color going inside but heading in different directions. There was a slight gleam in her eye, a hastily put together plan as she rummaged through the crate for a moment.
"This one will do," She decided, hoisting up a rolled up silk whose color seemed to match the sea. "Take this one and follow me."
Once she led Harun to the last guard, the man's eyes widened considerably. "My lady, you--"
Holding up her hand, Lakshmi shook her head, gesturing to the silk. "Why is it that I had to come out here and get this material myself?" She asked sharply. "I asked that you deliver this to Khedive Raul's room an hour ago."
The man looked from material to woman, confused. "But...I was told you went missing--"
"And here I am. Lucky you," Lakshmi didn't wait for a response, brushing past the man.
The guard looked over Harun wearily, but after glancing back at Lakshmi, he motioned for the young man to pass. The dark haired woman waited for a moment, hastily leading Harun away before anyone would question them. Fortunately, no one batted an eyelash at him as they walked through the bare servants' quarters, although there were a few that did take an appreciative look at Harun once in a while. Once their surroundings changed into finery, they were in the heart of the palace. Servants were dressed much more eloquently, carrying an assortment of food and drink here and there. Several fine artifacts hung on the walls, the floors much cleaner and having an atmosphere of luxury about them.
Lakshmi stopped at an intersection, letting out a tiny sigh of relief. She didn't think it would go this smoothly--they would go straight to the Khedive's chambers and snatch the lamp while the festivities continued. Honestly, she shouldn't have given it a second thought, but the moment she stepped forward, the door ahead of them opened. Out stepped one of the head guardsmen, one who protected the visiting nobles, his outfit differentiating from the usual blue and gold and instead painted green. He seemed to have noticed Harun first, though once his eyes landed on Lakshmi, he almost looked relieved.
"There you are," He strode to them immediately. "The khedive is asking for you."
"I'm busy," She replied, gesturing to Harun. "I need to make another garb after he so carelessly ripped mine."
The guardsman looked like he wanted to say something, but seemed to change his mind, standing firm. "I was instructed to find you and take you to him immediately," He stated firmly.
Lakshmi hesitated, trying to think. This was a minor hiccup--all she needed was for Harun to get the lamp. Slowly, she nodded, clearing her throat as she gestured to Harun. "Let him leave this then, and I will go with you," She said.
The older man nodded, giving Harun a look that clearly said "Don't try anything funny" before taking Lakshmi by her arm. She didn't resist, though she threw Harun a look and tried to signal a numerical two, hoping he would take the hint.</s>
<|message|>Harun Fhal'rir
Harun found himself in the most unlikely of places. He stood amid a palace more opulent than anything he had ever seen in his life. He tried to keep himself from gaping, though he still looked around and stared in amazement at all of its glory. It was almost as beautiful to look upon as Lakshmi. The silk in his arms could buy four homes out in the poor quarter, and food enough to eat for weeks at that. He needed to find an oil lamp that would bring him even more wealth, and all of this hinged on a mysterious woman he'd made a deal with.
He sighed, coiling the silk around his arms a bit more to hide the stretching of his hands. He knew he needed to break someone's face like as not before this was over. He hoped that wasn't the case, but everyone around him was a potential enemy. Perhaps even his patron, if he was found out. Who knew if she would betray him?
He took her signal, and waited for the guards to escort her away before he made his move through the palace, going where Lakshmi indicated the lamp to be. The palace corridor was dimly lit, which made it easier for him to ease his way through. He was more of a ruffian than a thief, but he had picked pockets in his time. He almost felt this was entirely too easy, truth be told. A room framed with crimson curtains gaped open in front of him, and in he stepped as quietly as a ghost.
Torches kindled the room in light, surrounding a lavish and soft bed that stood upon a raised platform in the floor with steps leading down to the rest of the vast room. Pots and sculptures from across the wide world stood as tokens of the Khedive's wealth. However, upon the center on the lower portion of the room was a small oil lamp besides a great jewel of crimson majesty. Harun approached warily in a crouch, and his fingers wiggled as he considered taking the jewel instead.
No... no they had an agreement. He was going to take the lamp, even if the decision had him sweating and swallowing a dry throat. Nimbly, he plucked the lamp up. It was a strange, ancient piece. Dusty too. He rubbed it a bit, trying not to scuff it when a small polychromatic light burst forth from the mouth of the lamp. It seemed to 'pop' and then go still once again. Harun's eyes widened like he held an explosive device.
"What the fuck..." He breathed, but still he would keep his word. He placed it in his small sack and backed out of the room as quickly and quietly as he could...</s>
| <|message|>Vijaya Lakshmi
As Harun remained in the hallway for a moment, a pair of footsteps alerted him to someone else approaching. The same guard that had escorted Lakshmi away had returned. He no longer held the previous stress he had before, instead looking more impatient than anything. He briefly looked at the room for a moment before looking at Harun once again.
"Since you have time to loiter, you're clearly not utilizing your time wisely. I suggest you focus if you still want your pay at the end of the day," He stated harshly. "The heat has our guests feeling faint. You clearly have nothing better to do, so follow."
Turning without waiting for a response, the guard would lead Harun to a room occupied by the cities finest in both material possessions and people. While the rest of the palace wasn't lacking in opulence, it was clear this room was meant to impress. From fine rugs splayed about to the many statues placed precariously, there was an abundance of wealth in items alone. Some would argue that the people within did compare, however--finely dressed nobles from around the country were seated on a number of different couches with the exception of the sultan on his throne.
On one of the couches closest to the throne sat an olive skinned gentleman with sharp eyes and features. There was something about him that came off as insincere--his every movement seemed calculated, every word spoken only after a considerable amount of thought was put into it. Still, anyone that interacted with him seemed enraptured, a little afraid, even. Considering he was one of the sultan's most politically powerful men, perhaps his position held some weight.
He finished speaking to someone before bringing his attention to a very disinterested Lakshmi, whose eyes seemed to be staring at a particularly fascinating spot on the wall. He ran his hand under her chin, her eyes snapping to him with a dark look, though he seemed to enjoy it.
At that point, the guard shoved a large fan into Harun's hands. "The khedive needs refreshing. Go to him," He barked his order.</s> |
<|description|>Harun Fhal'rir
Age: 23
Appearance: As you might expect from your average street tough, Harun has a few scars to mar his otherwise handsome face. His eyes are expressive and dark, which contrast his jaw that's usually hard and set. The pit fighter's callused hands are wrapped, and his black hair is short but thick, unkempt from his lack of means. His shoes are worn and his long trousers and vest can only be described as 'nondescript' and 'worn.' He has an impressive athletic physique, however, and a coarse manner on how he acts.</s>
<|message|>Harun Fhal'rir
Well, Harun would give Raghba Shahir one thing. It certainly knew how to throw a party.
The sun beat down on the immaculate city, its towering spires and multicolored ribbons and tabards served as the only respite in its wake. Announcing the beginning of the festivities were ungulating cries and small prayers to Hayashim before the cornucopia of extravagant pleasures and haughty talk commenced. It happened so quickly and with such gusto that Harun did not know exactly what to do.
Having grown up on the streets of Il-Shamabad, Harun wasn't used to vast celebration. The rulers there were far more militaristic and utilitarian in manner. The city guards roamed the streets just as the thugs did, and he had grown quite a collection of scars escaping imprisonment before he had seen fifteen summers. As such, he'd put more men in the ground rather than women in their bed, an old friend once said. He wasn't exactly a people person, he guessed. But he was young and strong, and he wasn't above a good party. He actually missed his old city, but killing an Emir was generally frowned upon so he fled to the only city larger and richer than the last.
He poked his head around the street corner, past the marketplace where merchants of every race and garb were selling their wares with what could only be described as a desperation. In the bath houses, he saw scantily clad women rubbing the shoulders of corsairs and courtiers of the sultan. One ebony pirate was so rotund, his stomach seemed to balloon outward into the water with no sign of curving backward. Across the center, dancing girls spun veil weaves as their bodies leaped and spun teasingly.
They were pretty, but past them and a crowd of fish wives, he saw a woman that would make any man turn twice. A raven haired beauty that had him attempting to peek over the crowd to gain a better look.
He decided to step out into the Bazaar from the alley, eyes locked onto the woman just as a rumble betrayed the monstrous creature about to step on him. His heart leapt into his mouth when an Elephant turned a corner and nearly crushed him, a mustachioed Satrap atop the beast, sneering. "Out of the way, boy!" He spat, uncoiling a whip and swapping at Harun. It was all the street rat could do to keep himself from being smooshed, and expertly he caught the whip on his forearm.
"That's a new record." Harun replied, yanking the whip out of the Satrap's hands with a muscled tug. You would think he would have learned not to piss off powerful people. His next remark was casual. "Two seconds and I can already tell you're a huge bitch."
Needless to say, he had a problem with authority.</s>
<|message|>Vijaya Lakshmi
A few mumbles here and there and the odd comment showed that the young man's interaction had gotten some attention. For the most part, it was curiosity getting the better of them. The idea of anyone lowborn standing up to higher powers was greatly entertaining, especially when done so boldly. She was greatly amused by the interaction, her mind made up right then and there. There would be no better option to take back what was hers than with someone who cared little for authority--at minimum she had little reason to think he would turn her in.
Now to get his attention. Tapping her chin, an idea came to mind. As she stepped aside, however, she faced the back of a guard's head. Quickly turning around, she knew she needed to get made a decision here and now. Snapping her fingers, a rush of wind swept through, startling the poor elephant. As it reared back on its hind-legs, the guard next to her ran forward in an attempt to calm the creature. Part of her felt bad, but it wasn't hurt, just scared, so she gave it a small apology before moving through the now bustling crowd. Once she got through, she approached the stranger, though before she could get to close, she spotted more guards coming along to assess the situation.
Not wanting to draw any more unneeded attention, she reached out and touched his arm. "Come," She said, beckoning for him to follow her before she turned around and walked into the alley.</s>
<|message|>Harun Fhal'rir
Suddenly, a strange gust of wind floated in across the city. Harun's thick head of hair whipped as he looked around in confusion, bewildered. It was as if the spirit of the dunes descended on them, and he had to back away before the Elephant stomped on him. As he did so, he nearly bumped into the last person he expected. It was the woman across the marketplace, appearing as if by magic. When she brushed him with her fingers, he felt tingles along his skin.
Normally he wouldn't be so susceptible to follow a stranger, even a beautiful one. But there was something in the way she moved that caught his attention, and he couldn't fathom why she'd want to speak to him. In an alleyway, no less. As the guard calmed the elephant down, he and the Prince turned to see where the ruffian had gone, only to find no one there any longer. The Streetrat had followed her into the alleyway, glancing around warily as he did so. Usually when a beautiful woman wanted something from him, it was to take advantage of him.
Judging by this woman's ass, she wanted him to for something big.
"Who are you?" He had to ask.</s>
<|message|>Vijaya Lakshmi
As she lead him down the alleyway, several windows would slowly close. Any person that could have looked their way for any reason suddenly seemed uninterested, the commotion of the crowd muffled somewhat. There was one man that had been in the alleyway, but as soon as he looked at the pair, his eyes were averted elsewhere, and he walked past them, nearly bumping into Harun--almost as if he hadn't seen them. There was an odd silence once she reached the end, a few crates separating them from the rest of the populace on the other side.
The woman finally stopped as she approached the crates, stopping only to hoist herself onto one of them, elegantly perching herself as she crossed her legs. "Call me Lakshmi," She replied as she folded her hands on her lap. "Worry not, I will not keep you in suspense for long. I am in need of a favor that if done, will grant you something you seek."
She paused briefly as she smoothed out the material on her leg, continuing with, "You look like a man that has seen his way around and holds little regard for the frivolity of the visiting nobles. Two traits I am in need of." Despite the lack of a smile on her face, her blue eyes held no malice; they could be described as curious, as if searching his for something. "As I'm sure you are far more than aware, the celebrations have resulted in a mass of nobles all gathering around. One in particular by the name of Qadir has brought something of great value to Khedive Raoul. He went out of his way to obtain it, with many a throat slit and enough blood split to fuel several rituals. Many pains were taken to ensure its safety, although I believe liberating it would make far more of an interesting tale."
"Before I go on, however...tell me, what do they call you?"</s>
<|message|>Harun Fhal'rir
Hands in the folds of his trousers, treating them as glorified pockets, he halted when she spun and gracefully plopped on the crates. He raised an eyebrow, wondering what this could be for. He was very wary, truth be told. But at least she seemed casual, despite her imperious nature. Her gaze held his mesmerizingly once he deigned to look in her eyes, but he tried to play it off as nothing. As she spoke however, she became less appealing.
Something about her seemed sorcerous, and her tale didn't halt the notion. But it had been a very dry summer for him, and he did need some way to get money. "You've got my attention, but I'll need some assurance before I start leaping through hoops." He remarked, running a hand through his thick head of dark hair. "I've been hired by people before who thought it was funny to leave me in a hopeless situation. They didn't find the humor in it when I found them again."
Still, he knew she had him. For all of his blunder, he hadn't spoken to an attractive girl in awhile and he was curious on what she was talking about. He raised his head a bit, a challenging look on his face. "My name's Harun. No last name, as far as I know." He shrugged, and turned back to see if anyone was listening in. The Prince nor the elephant were anywhere to be found, and no guards had shown up yet.
"So, what's this you need me to do?" He asked.</s>
<|message|>Vijaya Lakshmi
"Harun," Lakshmi repeated his name as if testing its sound. A simple name for a simple man. She said nothing more for a moment, but she seemed to like the sound of it. Her gaze searched his face after his question, though she lit up as she came to a decision.
"There is something of mine in the palace that requires liberating--a lamp that is mine," She told him frankly. "A snake by the name of Raul snatched it from its rightful place and seeks to besmirch...me." She seemed quite bitter as she spoke of the khedive, expression darkening considerably. "It's proof of my lineage, so to speak. Without it, I am unable to return to my home in the Isle of Aljana. Simply put, so long as it is in his possession, I have little choice but to follow his every order. I am utterly at his mercy."
Lakshmi gave a small sigh as she closed her eyes, letting the silence linger for a moment. Opening her eyes, she gave Harun a small smile, completely at ease. "That said, I don't expect your services for free, of course," She assured him. "Aside from fulfilling the very noble deed of rescuing a damsel in distress, I have every intention of paying you whatever you wish. These days there is much to be desired, wouldn't you agree? Be it riches or fame, I can give it to you. All you need to do is ask."</s>
<|message|>Harun Fhal'rir
Harun seemed apprehensive, but only because he had heard plenty of stories of jobs too good to be true being offered to commoners who they could dispose of once the task was done. He wouldn't let any sort of wariness keep him from a potential prize, though. The job seemed easy enough, and he stood there transfixed in thought for a few moments longer until, arms crossed, he agreed with a nod. He had to take a chance, every once in awhile.
"I'm not sure why this lamp might keep you beholden, but as long as you pay up we shouldn't have any problems." He said. This woman was obviously keeping something to herself, but not in a sinister way wish was all he truly cared about. "You still haven't told me exactly how we, or I, would get into the palace and fetch this thing for you. I can fight a guard or three, but an entire palace full of them isn't something I can handle."
Granted, he hadn't specified what he would wish with from her offer. Who was this woman who could give him whatever he desired? She was beautiful enough to be a princess. Did that mean she had royal power? Maybe it was some edict of the Sultan that kept her from obtaining this lamp. "Let me decide after I grab ahold of the lamp, although I can promise you I don't want to be skulking in streets anymore at night or fighting over food."
He turned away from her then, almost angered at her for being so clean and casually wealthy. She likely thought him worthless, but then he couldn't blame her. He often felt worthless in the grand scheme of things. He knew what he looked like in his reflection, scarred and dirt stained. The street rat clenched his fist.
No more.</s>
<|message|>Vijaya Lakshmi
Lakshmi cocked her head slightly, her leg bouncing for a moment. He had actually hesitated--yes, this was the very one she needed. Too obedient and with little confidence would lead to disastrous results if things were to go awry. He had a good head on his shoulders, solidifying her choice and reassuring her greatly. He wanted so little, she almost felt bad for it. Fortunately she meant to keep good on her word and wasn't about to go scorning another.
"You'll do neither of those once we are done," She promised him that much, placing her hands at her sides before sliding gracefully to her feet. "As for getting in, that is the easy part. We will simply walk in through the servant's quarters, hiding in plain sight. Many like you have been hired off the streets for one night, and unfamiliar faces are common in the palace today. So long as you are with me, no one will question you. I will guide you to the khedive's room, you will take the lamp, and then we leave while everyone is none the wiser."
She stepped in front of Harun, a finger pointing upwards. "That said, there is no such thing as an easy walk of life. There may be a risk, I will not deny it. Should the worst come, I may not be able to protect you. If you have any doubts, any fears, then I advise you forget my face, and I will search for another," She gave him one final warning. "If you are still in agreement after hearing all that, then we will be off, and there will be no turning back."
Lakshmi lowered her hand, opening it up as she seemed to be holding it out for him. "Do we have a deal?"</s>
| <|message|>Harun Fhal'rir
Harun considered her offer, wondering for a moment whether or not he could refuse the offer. He felt that maybe he enjoyed skulking through streets and fighting other thieves for food. Nothing tasted better than a meal you stole or fought for. Then again, that's what made this job so tempting. If he came out rich, he'd feel as if he had paid a lifetime's worth of food and drink in one fell swoop.
He took her hand in his. It was a stronger grip than he would have expected from such a delicate hand, which made him grin. At least she had conviction. "You have a deal, babe." He told her, a fire in his eyes.
All they needed to do was get into the Palace via making sure he looked dirty and worn and without having bathed in a few days. Check, check, and...yeah, check.</s> |
<|description|>Harun Fhal'rir
Age: 23
Appearance: As you might expect from your average street tough, Harun has a few scars to mar his otherwise handsome face. His eyes are expressive and dark, which contrast his jaw that's usually hard and set. The pit fighter's callused hands are wrapped, and his black hair is short but thick, unkempt from his lack of means. His shoes are worn and his long trousers and vest can only be described as 'nondescript' and 'worn.' He has an impressive athletic physique, however, and a coarse manner on how he acts.</s>
<|message|>Harun Fhal'rir
Harun seemed apprehensive, but only because he had heard plenty of stories of jobs too good to be true being offered to commoners who they could dispose of once the task was done. He wouldn't let any sort of wariness keep him from a potential prize, though. The job seemed easy enough, and he stood there transfixed in thought for a few moments longer until, arms crossed, he agreed with a nod. He had to take a chance, every once in awhile.
"I'm not sure why this lamp might keep you beholden, but as long as you pay up we shouldn't have any problems." He said. This woman was obviously keeping something to herself, but not in a sinister way wish was all he truly cared about. "You still haven't told me exactly how we, or I, would get into the palace and fetch this thing for you. I can fight a guard or three, but an entire palace full of them isn't something I can handle."
Granted, he hadn't specified what he would wish with from her offer. Who was this woman who could give him whatever he desired? She was beautiful enough to be a princess. Did that mean she had royal power? Maybe it was some edict of the Sultan that kept her from obtaining this lamp. "Let me decide after I grab ahold of the lamp, although I can promise you I don't want to be skulking in streets anymore at night or fighting over food."
He turned away from her then, almost angered at her for being so clean and casually wealthy. She likely thought him worthless, but then he couldn't blame her. He often felt worthless in the grand scheme of things. He knew what he looked like in his reflection, scarred and dirt stained. The street rat clenched his fist.
No more.</s>
<|message|>Vijaya Lakshmi
Lakshmi cocked her head slightly, her leg bouncing for a moment. He had actually hesitated--yes, this was the very one she needed. Too obedient and with little confidence would lead to disastrous results if things were to go awry. He had a good head on his shoulders, solidifying her choice and reassuring her greatly. He wanted so little, she almost felt bad for it. Fortunately she meant to keep good on her word and wasn't about to go scorning another.
"You'll do neither of those once we are done," She promised him that much, placing her hands at her sides before sliding gracefully to her feet. "As for getting in, that is the easy part. We will simply walk in through the servant's quarters, hiding in plain sight. Many like you have been hired off the streets for one night, and unfamiliar faces are common in the palace today. So long as you are with me, no one will question you. I will guide you to the khedive's room, you will take the lamp, and then we leave while everyone is none the wiser."
She stepped in front of Harun, a finger pointing upwards. "That said, there is no such thing as an easy walk of life. There may be a risk, I will not deny it. Should the worst come, I may not be able to protect you. If you have any doubts, any fears, then I advise you forget my face, and I will search for another," She gave him one final warning. "If you are still in agreement after hearing all that, then we will be off, and there will be no turning back."
Lakshmi lowered her hand, opening it up as she seemed to be holding it out for him. "Do we have a deal?"</s>
<|message|>Harun Fhal'rir
Harun considered her offer, wondering for a moment whether or not he could refuse the offer. He felt that maybe he enjoyed skulking through streets and fighting other thieves for food. Nothing tasted better than a meal you stole or fought for. Then again, that's what made this job so tempting. If he came out rich, he'd feel as if he had paid a lifetime's worth of food and drink in one fell swoop.
He took her hand in his. It was a stronger grip than he would have expected from such a delicate hand, which made him grin. At least she had conviction. "You have a deal, babe." He told her, a fire in his eyes.
All they needed to do was get into the Palace via making sure he looked dirty and worn and without having bathed in a few days. Check, check, and...yeah, check.</s>
<|message|>Vijaya Lakshmi
"Then our deal has been born. No turning back now," Lakshmi replied with a wink, a mischievous look about her as she released him. "Come then, let us gamble against the fates."
The bustling noise of the streets came back as thunderous as ever once the pair stepped back into the crowd. Even so, no one seemed to lay eyes on either of them; Lakshmi walked the path that would lead them straight to the palace, sidestepping most with a practiced ease. Even the closest calls drew no attention to them, but she walked with an impressive speed nonetheless. There would be no slowing down until she ducked into another alleyway, cutting straight through the foot traffic and emerging on a lesser side of the palace that the populace was less familiar with.
Several guards stood around, checking every product and servant that walked through. One was perched on a mountain of crates, searching for something, but after a few seconds, he descended and headed back into the palace. There was a small crowd towards the end of the line as they awaited an order, mostly people whose faces were more commonly seen among the rabble--the tired and hungry looking for a promise of payment that would tide them over for the rest of the celebration so long as they worked without complaint. In truth it was the Sultan's wife who had suggested the idea, feeling that it would make the royal family look more in touch with their people.
Lakshmi ignored the first guard, taking Harun's wrist and walking past both the guard and the crowd, though she released him as she approached an open crate. An assortment of fine silks rested there, a few men having hauled a few and sorting themselves by color going inside but heading in different directions. There was a slight gleam in her eye, a hastily put together plan as she rummaged through the crate for a moment.
"This one will do," She decided, hoisting up a rolled up silk whose color seemed to match the sea. "Take this one and follow me."
Once she led Harun to the last guard, the man's eyes widened considerably. "My lady, you--"
Holding up her hand, Lakshmi shook her head, gesturing to the silk. "Why is it that I had to come out here and get this material myself?" She asked sharply. "I asked that you deliver this to Khedive Raul's room an hour ago."
The man looked from material to woman, confused. "But...I was told you went missing--"
"And here I am. Lucky you," Lakshmi didn't wait for a response, brushing past the man.
The guard looked over Harun wearily, but after glancing back at Lakshmi, he motioned for the young man to pass. The dark haired woman waited for a moment, hastily leading Harun away before anyone would question them. Fortunately, no one batted an eyelash at him as they walked through the bare servants' quarters, although there were a few that did take an appreciative look at Harun once in a while. Once their surroundings changed into finery, they were in the heart of the palace. Servants were dressed much more eloquently, carrying an assortment of food and drink here and there. Several fine artifacts hung on the walls, the floors much cleaner and having an atmosphere of luxury about them.
Lakshmi stopped at an intersection, letting out a tiny sigh of relief. She didn't think it would go this smoothly--they would go straight to the Khedive's chambers and snatch the lamp while the festivities continued. Honestly, she shouldn't have given it a second thought, but the moment she stepped forward, the door ahead of them opened. Out stepped one of the head guardsmen, one who protected the visiting nobles, his outfit differentiating from the usual blue and gold and instead painted green. He seemed to have noticed Harun first, though once his eyes landed on Lakshmi, he almost looked relieved.
"There you are," He strode to them immediately. "The khedive is asking for you."
"I'm busy," She replied, gesturing to Harun. "I need to make another garb after he so carelessly ripped mine."
The guardsman looked like he wanted to say something, but seemed to change his mind, standing firm. "I was instructed to find you and take you to him immediately," He stated firmly.
Lakshmi hesitated, trying to think. This was a minor hiccup--all she needed was for Harun to get the lamp. Slowly, she nodded, clearing her throat as she gestured to Harun. "Let him leave this then, and I will go with you," She said.
The older man nodded, giving Harun a look that clearly said "Don't try anything funny" before taking Lakshmi by her arm. She didn't resist, though she threw Harun a look and tried to signal a numerical two, hoping he would take the hint.</s>
<|message|>Harun Fhal'rir
Harun found himself in the most unlikely of places. He stood amid a palace more opulent than anything he had ever seen in his life. He tried to keep himself from gaping, though he still looked around and stared in amazement at all of its glory. It was almost as beautiful to look upon as Lakshmi. The silk in his arms could buy four homes out in the poor quarter, and food enough to eat for weeks at that. He needed to find an oil lamp that would bring him even more wealth, and all of this hinged on a mysterious woman he'd made a deal with.
He sighed, coiling the silk around his arms a bit more to hide the stretching of his hands. He knew he needed to break someone's face like as not before this was over. He hoped that wasn't the case, but everyone around him was a potential enemy. Perhaps even his patron, if he was found out. Who knew if she would betray him?
He took her signal, and waited for the guards to escort her away before he made his move through the palace, going where Lakshmi indicated the lamp to be. The palace corridor was dimly lit, which made it easier for him to ease his way through. He was more of a ruffian than a thief, but he had picked pockets in his time. He almost felt this was entirely too easy, truth be told. A room framed with crimson curtains gaped open in front of him, and in he stepped as quietly as a ghost.
Torches kindled the room in light, surrounding a lavish and soft bed that stood upon a raised platform in the floor with steps leading down to the rest of the vast room. Pots and sculptures from across the wide world stood as tokens of the Khedive's wealth. However, upon the center on the lower portion of the room was a small oil lamp besides a great jewel of crimson majesty. Harun approached warily in a crouch, and his fingers wiggled as he considered taking the jewel instead.
No... no they had an agreement. He was going to take the lamp, even if the decision had him sweating and swallowing a dry throat. Nimbly, he plucked the lamp up. It was a strange, ancient piece. Dusty too. He rubbed it a bit, trying not to scuff it when a small polychromatic light burst forth from the mouth of the lamp. It seemed to 'pop' and then go still once again. Harun's eyes widened like he held an explosive device.
"What the fuck..." He breathed, but still he would keep his word. He placed it in his small sack and backed out of the room as quickly and quietly as he could...</s>
<|message|>Vijaya Lakshmi
As Harun remained in the hallway for a moment, a pair of footsteps alerted him to someone else approaching. The same guard that had escorted Lakshmi away had returned. He no longer held the previous stress he had before, instead looking more impatient than anything. He briefly looked at the room for a moment before looking at Harun once again.
"Since you have time to loiter, you're clearly not utilizing your time wisely. I suggest you focus if you still want your pay at the end of the day," He stated harshly. "The heat has our guests feeling faint. You clearly have nothing better to do, so follow."
Turning without waiting for a response, the guard would lead Harun to a room occupied by the cities finest in both material possessions and people. While the rest of the palace wasn't lacking in opulence, it was clear this room was meant to impress. From fine rugs splayed about to the many statues placed precariously, there was an abundance of wealth in items alone. Some would argue that the people within did compare, however--finely dressed nobles from around the country were seated on a number of different couches with the exception of the sultan on his throne.
On one of the couches closest to the throne sat an olive skinned gentleman with sharp eyes and features. There was something about him that came off as insincere--his every movement seemed calculated, every word spoken only after a considerable amount of thought was put into it. Still, anyone that interacted with him seemed enraptured, a little afraid, even. Considering he was one of the sultan's most politically powerful men, perhaps his position held some weight.
He finished speaking to someone before bringing his attention to a very disinterested Lakshmi, whose eyes seemed to be staring at a particularly fascinating spot on the wall. He ran his hand under her chin, her eyes snapping to him with a dark look, though he seemed to enjoy it.
At that point, the guard shoved a large fan into Harun's hands. "The khedive needs refreshing. Go to him," He barked his order.</s>
| <|message|>Harun Fhal'rir
Harun was tense when he was given a talking to by the servant, hoping beyond hope he wasn't discovered. The tongue lashing wasn't something he couldn't handle, however. He had been treated like dirt most of his life. At least the servant spoke to him, rather than walking past him as if he were a stray dog or a dangerous thug. Harun was not a thug. People just needed to look past the stealing and the violence once in awhile.
"Yes, of course." He replied to the order, though his biggest instinct at that moment was to kick the servant and then punch the Kedihve straight in the face. The stately man seemed perturbed at something, a manner which Harun believed he kept on him perpetually. Harun hated noblemen, and wiping that look off of his face would be a dream come true. But he knew it would be a death sentence for him, and just as importantly, it might compromise Lakshmi. He didn't really know her, but she hadn't betrayed him yet, so he wouldn't betray her.
Harun approached, clutching the fan in his strong hands and making his way over to the man. He didn't kneel, even though he felt it was right. He simply knew the man wouldn't be fanned completely, so he stood at a distance and fanned the man, keeping his face neutral. He could feel the lamp in his baggy trousers poking into his leg.
He glanced Lakshmi's way every once in awhile, surprised the woman who felt so powerful and dominating recruiting him was acting like an obedient pet, neutral in manner and emotion. Harun then began to wonder, when would he be told not to fan, and did servants get bathroom breaks? What if they really needed to go? Fuck, he was overthinking this.</s> |
<|description|>𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐆𝐄𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍
TWENTY | 5'6" | AB-
A P P E R A N C E
Betelgeuse is not quite graceful, she is nothing close to exuding elegance and refinement, but she could be described as nimble. She moves fluidly, every muscle works with purpose and no energy is wasted. Often, she moves aggressively on spry feet, and she gives the impression that she can snap into action within a millisecond. Betelgeuse doesn't walk, she stalks.
Despite her demeanor being aggressively self-assured, Betelgeuse is very petite and dainty in appearance. Her frame is small, a thin waist with narrow shoulders. Her big watery blue eyes draw attention to her noble cheekbones and pointed chin. She has decorated her body in tattoos of beasts from a young age; the most visible of which is a wyvern twisting on her shoulder. She has blue hair that rests beneath her chin and she often pulls it back in a half-ponytail.
When it comes to her wardrobe, Betelgeuse prefers light clothing. During her freetime, she's in comfortable pants and thin tanktops. On the clock, however, she wears black cargo pants and plated tanktops underneath a long black sweater.
P E R S O N A L I T Y
Brutish. That is the word others would use to describe Betelgeuse.
From her mannerisms to her personality, everything about Betelgeuse seems feral. She's a quiet person, and her silence is heavy with unspoken judgment and muted snark. Rarely does she talk, finding it unnecessary to waste her words on communicating, and often falls back on disparaging looks and long-suffering sighs. When she does talk, she's gruff and perpetually irritated. A loner and a misanthrope, she doesn't want to associate with others very often and it is hard to impress her.
Betelgeuse's movements are aggressive in nature – she's the first one to get physical in a confrontation and is not above fighting dirty with her teeth. Often, her solution to things seems to be violence, and she craves the adrenaline from a good fight. The best way to get in her good graces is to give her a good brawl or through food. Once someone has won her affection, she's loyal and protective, going to extreme lengths to protect her friends. She has a hard time sharing, too, and can be disgruntled if her friend has become close to someone else.
B A C K G R O U N D
Betelgeuse was born on a settlement of workers who moved their families near the factory they worked in. The factory being a plant that transforms levistone into etherium. Since she was a baby, Betelgeuse witnessed the horrors of monsters that lurked around the nearby plant and lost many people to them. By the age of five, there was no one in the settlement that was her age. Most of the time, she had to entertain herself while both her parents worked. As nothing was near them, Betelgeuse was taught how to fish and hunt for food as well as gather herbs by a woman next door. She grew to appreciate nature, monsters and all.
Everyone in the settlement was surprised when Betelgeuse was enlisted into the WARDEN program. She was reluctant to go and only her parents praising her for being special convinced her to go away with the strange men. Her time in the program was spent mostly fighting or ignoring people. Since she had no friends when she was younger, she wasn't used to being around kids her age and she found it annoying as well as energy-consuming. Betelgeuse threw herself head first into the program, it was cathartic to her agitated spirit and the adrenaline became her favorite drug.
Betelgeuse aimed for being a First Class WARDEN, but her temperamental personality and impulsivity landed her a position in Third Class.
C O M B A T
Betelgeuse is a fiend in battle. Technically, she is supposed to be long-distance support, shooting Mist-enhanced arrows in the weak links of the enemy. However, she tends to rush into battle (to the irritation of her superiors). She'll fight using her flexibility and Mist-enhanced fists. When she's close to the enemy, she pulls her bow taut, and releases the arrow close range. It is an incredibly impractical way to fight – and it gets her adrenaline pumping like nothing else.
Her abilities with the Mist lies in enhancement. When she sees the Mist, a big sheer floating blue glob, she enwraps it around whatever she wants to enhance by shooting through it. With an arrow, she aims the arrow to fly through the Mist as manually wrapping it with her hands takes too long.
N O T E S
Not applicable.</s>
<|message|>Samdihier "Sam" Zeintler
Finally, breaking Sorin's somber mien and turning her bored, neutral-esque expression into even a shadow of a smile made the stinging agony his dominate hand was undergoing all worth it. Sam sighed contentedly, letting Sorin administer what medical miracles she could in their current bouncy situation while he sipped at his new drink. The strong liquor set his lips tingling, and burned his throat going down. It only took a few deep swills for the alcohol to do its work, and Sam swiftly passed the bottle on to the sturdier Ray. "Blessed Dawn that kicks hard'n a forvenmule. You weren't kidding in the slightest. Here, Ray I think Asa finally found th' one thing that could lay you out."
As it often was within the tight-knit squad, it wasn't long before someone captured Sam's interest. He watched in atypical silence as Galahad demonstrated his talent, forging a tiny memento to the occasion from the loose residue before tossing the item over. Sam deftly caught the ball, holding it up to admire, the crimson whisky barghest within catching the light through its snarling jowls. "You're getting pretty good at this artsy stuff." Sam experimentally bounced the glass, testing how well it held together before pocketing the tiny orb. For him magic was a tool, rugged and unrefined much like the truck they rode in it did what it needed to do, and somehow held together. For Galahad, it was different, and what the aspiring mage might go to be capable of Sam could only guess.
For the rest of the short drive until they pulled to a stop Sam maintained a more casual good humor, cracking the occasional joke when inspiration struck. His usual high energy antics being forestalled by his injury and alcohol and Galahad supplied alternative pain suppression left him feeling happily lethargic. Whether the things he said and the faces he pulled were even remotely funny he couldn't recall, but sometimes the other's laughed, and that was enough for him. He jumped out onto the gravel behind the others, a little clumsier than he should've been. Licking his lips Sam steadied himself against the side of the truck trying to shake off the stupor that clung stubbornly in his mind. "What'd you give me Asa?" He laughed. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say I'm drunk, and I know that's not possible. I only had two drinks. Tell 'em Bete, you've seen me keep up with Ray before. I can hold my drink with the best of them, and that's a fact." His piece said he strode boldly forward and stumbled, falling against Zak. Leaning heavily on the sturdy red-head he grinned up at him, a look of pleasant surprise plastered on his face.
"Hey Zak, good catch. Say, are you a soldier in the WARDENs?" He clapped Zadkiel heartily on the shoulder as many a civilian had done to them all. "That's so cool, thank you for your service sonny."</s>
<|message|>Zadkiel "Lance" Bennett
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Zak killed the engine as soon as the truck was aligned with the gas pump. He was pretty sure that most of the squad was as desperate to get out of the vehicle by now as he was, if not more so. The loud rock tunes disappeared, replaced with the muted sound of the gas station's radio playing from old, crackling speakers as the red haired WARDEN stepped out and shut the door loudly behind him.
"Not it," he stated, a good-natured smile on his face, "You all should be glad I got us here in one piece. That road was brutal."
He didn't know nor really care where he fell in the rotation of gas, food, and lodging purchases - except for now, because forking over for gas after the berating from nearly everyone would have been like rubbing salt in a wound. He was a good driver, honest! After waving Galahad off with a promise to pay up next time, the young man peered into the bed where the others were shuffling out. After everything, Sam looked to be in pretty good shape - physically, at least. If his slurring was anything to go by, someone had given him something pretty strong. Asa, if he had to guess.
"Well, mostly one piece," he added, tensing when Sam fell into him but propping the other man up against himself all the same. It wouldn't do to let him crack his head on the concrete, then there really would be an emergency - and he was still cracking jokes with a sliced up hand! Zak laughed with him, giving his friend a half-hearted mock salute to play along. "Just doing my duty, sir."
He all but manhandled the blonde back towards the truck, having him sit on the bed's open gate and nodded to Sorin. Man, he really hoped she wasn't cross with him for not stopping the truck - but at least disaster hadn't befallen them or anything. Zak took a few moments to make sure Sam wouldn't just flop over onto his back before he moved off to give their medically-inclined teammate room to do her thing. As for everyone else, he looked between the group and the rundown motel. Honestly they could probably all afford their own room at a place like this, but the group already had their plan in mind. Best to stick with it.
"Bunk mate situation," he started, glancing at their tallest member. "If any of our resident drunkards don't remember who was with who, I'm pretty sure Ray does." The man in question always remembered little stuff like that. It had been a few hours of sun, bumpy roads and drinking though, Zak wouldn't blame anyone if they didn't recall who they'd signed up to share the first night with. "Speaking of, I'm pretty sure we're sharing a room Ray."</s>
| <|message|>𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐆𝐄𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍
Betelgeuse climbed out of the vehicle after everyone, her knees bright red from kneeling on the metal floor and her disposition even surlier than when she got in it. People call her chaotic, yet they haven't seen the Barghest squad in full effect. If someone says her heart felt a little warmer, seeing them all gathered in front of the shitty motel, they're a fucking liar. All she feels is emotional exhaustion.
Galahad mentions someone paying for gas, and Betelgeuse out right snorts, "No." Betelgeuse was going to slide her way through their journey without paying a lick of coin. She had decided that, back at the Citadel, when she counted her money and realized she was only a small amount away from a black wyvern leather jacket.
"If I didn't know any better, I'd say I'm drunk, and I know that's not possible. I only had two drinks. Tell 'em Bete, you've seen me keep up with Ray before. I can hold my drink with the best of them, and that's a fact." Sam says.
"I don't know what you are talking about, lightweight." Betelgeuse shrugs, walking past where Sam is now cradled in Zac's arms. Sam may be rowdy, but (and she will never admit this aloud) she finds his banter rather amusing. "Don't vomit."
Bete set her bag down and rummaged through it to find her own favorite brand of alcohol, Levishine. She popped open the top with her thumb and took a swig, wiping away the drips on the corners of her mouth. She watched as Zak dragged his deadweight cargo (Sam) over to the truck and smirked, almost outright chuckled, at the sight.
"Maybe we should put Sam with buzzkill Galahad," she suggested with a rare twinkle in her eye.</s> |
<|description|>𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐆𝐄𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍
TWENTY | 5'6" | AB-
A P P E R A N C E
Betelgeuse is not quite graceful, she is nothing close to exuding elegance and refinement, but she could be described as nimble. She moves fluidly, every muscle works with purpose and no energy is wasted. Often, she moves aggressively on spry feet, and she gives the impression that she can snap into action within a millisecond. Betelgeuse doesn't walk, she stalks.
Despite her demeanor being aggressively self-assured, Betelgeuse is very petite and dainty in appearance. Her frame is small, a thin waist with narrow shoulders. Her big watery blue eyes draw attention to her noble cheekbones and pointed chin. She has decorated her body in tattoos of beasts from a young age; the most visible of which is a wyvern twisting on her shoulder. She has blue hair that rests beneath her chin and she often pulls it back in a half-ponytail.
When it comes to her wardrobe, Betelgeuse prefers light clothing. During her freetime, she's in comfortable pants and thin tanktops. On the clock, however, she wears black cargo pants and plated tanktops underneath a long black sweater.
P E R S O N A L I T Y
Brutish. That is the word others would use to describe Betelgeuse.
From her mannerisms to her personality, everything about Betelgeuse seems feral. She's a quiet person, and her silence is heavy with unspoken judgment and muted snark. Rarely does she talk, finding it unnecessary to waste her words on communicating, and often falls back on disparaging looks and long-suffering sighs. When she does talk, she's gruff and perpetually irritated. A loner and a misanthrope, she doesn't want to associate with others very often and it is hard to impress her.
Betelgeuse's movements are aggressive in nature – she's the first one to get physical in a confrontation and is not above fighting dirty with her teeth. Often, her solution to things seems to be violence, and she craves the adrenaline from a good fight. The best way to get in her good graces is to give her a good brawl or through food. Once someone has won her affection, she's loyal and protective, going to extreme lengths to protect her friends. She has a hard time sharing, too, and can be disgruntled if her friend has become close to someone else.
B A C K G R O U N D
Betelgeuse was born on a settlement of workers who moved their families near the factory they worked in. The factory being a plant that transforms levistone into etherium. Since she was a baby, Betelgeuse witnessed the horrors of monsters that lurked around the nearby plant and lost many people to them. By the age of five, there was no one in the settlement that was her age. Most of the time, she had to entertain herself while both her parents worked. As nothing was near them, Betelgeuse was taught how to fish and hunt for food as well as gather herbs by a woman next door. She grew to appreciate nature, monsters and all.
Everyone in the settlement was surprised when Betelgeuse was enlisted into the WARDEN program. She was reluctant to go and only her parents praising her for being special convinced her to go away with the strange men. Her time in the program was spent mostly fighting or ignoring people. Since she had no friends when she was younger, she wasn't used to being around kids her age and she found it annoying as well as energy-consuming. Betelgeuse threw herself head first into the program, it was cathartic to her agitated spirit and the adrenaline became her favorite drug.
Betelgeuse aimed for being a First Class WARDEN, but her temperamental personality and impulsivity landed her a position in Third Class.
C O M B A T
Betelgeuse is a fiend in battle. Technically, she is supposed to be long-distance support, shooting Mist-enhanced arrows in the weak links of the enemy. However, she tends to rush into battle (to the irritation of her superiors). She'll fight using her flexibility and Mist-enhanced fists. When she's close to the enemy, she pulls her bow taut, and releases the arrow close range. It is an incredibly impractical way to fight – and it gets her adrenaline pumping like nothing else.
Her abilities with the Mist lies in enhancement. When she sees the Mist, a big sheer floating blue glob, she enwraps it around whatever she wants to enhance by shooting through it. With an arrow, she aims the arrow to fly through the Mist as manually wrapping it with her hands takes too long.
N O T E S
Not applicable.</s>
<|message|>Raymond "Ray" Hopkins
𝚁𝚊𝚢 𝙷𝚘𝚙𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚜
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Ray was excited for dinner. Sure, alcohol was great and all, but it really wasn't his thing. He really preferred something more filling, more hearty. What could be better than some good ol' burgers to fill up his friends' empty bellies?
Well, today would be a little different than normal. Ray had splurged a little bit on the ingredients for the trip. He unpacked some premium ground beef and began to shape them into patties. This blend had a bit of heart in it–literally. He'd just read a study on the health benefits of eating them and was eager to try.
As the Marshall verified their identities, Ray focused on grilling everything to perfection. Only when the Marshall mentioned the gryphon problem did he perk up.
"I'd love to cook some gryphon. It's kinda hard to get it in stores nowadays, 'specially with the minor rationing we have to do. Someone's got to watch our stuff, though."</s>
<|message|>Zadkiel "Lance" Bennett
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Just the smell of hot coals under the iron grate was enough to jump start Zak's appetite, and when his stomach grumbled lightly Zak pulled his eyes away from where Galahad was talking with the Marshal and blinked down at it. Man, he couldn't wait to get some real food in him. Currently he had his feet kicked up on a now-empty cooler, still holding the neck of his first bottle of the trip between two fingers.
When he looked up again Galahad was already on his way back to them and the Marshal was... standing by, waiting for something. The red headed WARDEN's brows raised curiously. As the war continued, deserters were becoming more common, but the Barghest squad weren't deserters. That someone might think they were made Zak's skin feel prickly and put him in a bad mood. He'd leap right up to defend their honor if he had to.
"According to the Marshall there's a gryphon causing havoc around this sleepy little town. Anyone up for some big game hunting?"
Zak blinked again. Ah, well it was nice to hear he wouldn't have to risk being court-martialed. A Gyphon problem huh?
He looked over at the Marshal and gave the man a half-smile. Then Ray mentioned cooking them. His gaze slid over to the meat in the man's hands. So close to going on the grill. His stomach growled again.
"I'm in," Zak volunteered, raising his drink up in an imitation of a toast. Whether they ate before or after, not only was Ray right about availability, but it would probably help out the town. Place was on the verge of becoming a ghost town at this rate, probably gryphon problem or not. Still, they were WARDENs - shouldn't they help people now and then? A grin broke onto the young man's face and he stood up, stretching his neck. "Kind of lucky we stopped by then, huh?"</s>
| <|message|>𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐆𝐄𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍
Watching the entire scene between Galahad and the bitter old coot bored Asa to death. She quite literally continued to slump in the seat she found herself until her head was flopped to the right sight, eyes shut, and mouth agape. If you were in her general proximity you'd hear the groan reverberating from her throat. Was it the alcohol or was this dramatic girl already so bored that she had turned to dramatics.
In the brief mention of a Gryphon however, along with Ray's offer to cook such a rare specimen, raised Asa from the dead. She shot up from her seat shouting simultaneously, the shrill and aggressive voice piercing out from her gullet. Though never did she really have anything productive to say with those words.
"A Gryphon! We have to go hunt that thing down! Food - fun - memories - the stories we could tell!" Just as quickly as she rose, she fell right back on her ass nearly falling out of the seat. Standing up like that with the amount of alcohol in her system really takes a toll on motor functions.
Betelgeuse was bored, too, listening to the marshall and Galahad exchange cadences. While she didn't resort to dramatics, she did take to tapping her foot to the beat of an unheard song to convey her impatience.
Betelgeuse wished the chair had tipped over on Asa, so she could see the girl fall. It would at least spice up the stifling air the marshall left behind.
"Can we hunt it now? It'd be more fun if little Asa is tripping around the gryphon like she's stumbling around here."
"I'll trip this chair into your face, Bete!" Asa huffed out with careless hostility. She turned to face her witty compatriot with squinted eyes, gripping the arms of the chair as if that was going to do something.
The Marshall furrowed his brows at the ensemble before choosing to cast his eyes upon the loudest of the crew. Was this what WARDEN had to offer nowadays? Times truly were changing.
Betelgeuse narrowed her eyes at Asa and stepped forward in challenge. Before she could fling herself across their parking lot camp, the marshall spoke again.
"Well I'll take that as a possible yes. The gryphon has been spotted throughout the area, but our scouts have come to the conclusion that it's nest is probably somewhere along the forestline- right of Edger's Mountain." The Marshall's visage shifted to something a little more concerning, his pale green eyes pulling his sight to the floor. But only for a moment as his serious expression turned back to the group.
"Got it." Bete said shortly, wanting the marshall to go away now that they have information. He made her uncomfortable with his behavior, all serious like buzzkill Galahad.
The Marshall gave Bete a long stare before tipping his hat towards the group and leaving. He whistled to his law enforcement friends to follow him.
It was quiet for a moment, and when they were no longer seen, Bete turned glinting eyes onto Asa. "What is it you said about a chair, Asa?"</s> |
<|description|>Alejandra García
Regimiento de Inteligencia nº 1
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AGE: 32
GENDER: Female
APPEARANCE: Short, black hair and hazel eyes. She stands at 5'5 and weighs approximately 139 lbs. Alejandra doesn't have and tattoos, piercings, or distinctive scars.
PERSONALITY: Sometimes timid and quiet, Alejandra prefers to blend in the background rather than stand out. She does have her sense of humor in order to break the ice, easily warming up to strangers and those she doesn't know very well while in a social setting. But despite not being a woman of many words, her interactions on the field easily allow her to complete the task at hand. She can give orders as well as follow them without hesitation, knowing what needs to be done and reminding others of the same. Alejandra is comfortable within a disciplined, structured environment, making her abrupt decision to serve the right one.
SKILLS:
* Extremely proficient in close-quarters combat, to include both firearms and hand-to-hand
* Crisis negotiator and hostage rescue skills
* Advanced leadership and decision-making training
* Skilled computer expert
* Trauma management, emergency and routine medical care
* Speaks her native Spanish, English, Portuguese, and some French.
EQUIPMENT:
* Heckler & Koch G36 with MIL-STD-1913 rail and EoTech holographic sight
* PAMAS G1
* Night Vision Helmet Mount D14 Dual PVS-14 Mounting System
* Flashlight
* Tripwire
* 2 Fragmentation grenades
* Dell Latitude 14 Rugged Extreme 7404
* Trauma pack
BIO: Alejandra was born and raised in Seville, Spain to politician parents. From a young age, the girl was used to being in the spotlight to a certain extent, although she didn't necessarily enjoy the experience. More often than not, she'd shy away from cameras and would only be in pictures whenever her parents would pressure her until she would give in. Despite the long family tradition of holding office in one form or another, Alejandra was never fully convinced it was the right decision for her. Instead, she sought to serve the public in a more humble manner.
Throughout her teenage years, Alejandra grew interested in a law enforcement career. She took a basic course and it was then she realized she could easily see herself doing police work. After completing her education, Alejandra went ahead and submitted her paperwork. Her parents weren't all that happy with her decision, but she advised them that it wasn't her intention to please them with the decisions she made in life. Some time passed and Alejandra received a phone call telling her she was moving forward through the selection process. She made sure she did everything right every step along the way to avoid being knocked out by the competition, and in the end, it paid off. Alejandra would go on to the training phase where after long months of work, she graduated top of her class.
After a couple of years doing basic police work, Alejandra went on to become a negotiator. She'd been given the green light by her supervisor and she went through additional training. During that phase, she attended various medical courses. The mindset was that the negotiator on scene could tend to injured individuals if the medics couldn't get to them. Alejandra did very well in her classes, and once she finished her training, she joined the elite unit. The young woman was welcomed with open arms and right away embraced her new position.
Alejandra was on call on one of her nights off. She was reading a book when her cell phone rang, and she picked it up to receive the news of a suicidal adolescent standing on one of the ledges in his apartment building. She immediately got dressed and rushed to the scene, arriving to find a crowd complete with various media networks. Alejandra rushed under the tape and asked her uniform counterparts the fastest way to reach the boy before hurrying upstairs. That night, Alejandra's life would forever change. The boy, whose name was Máximo, jumped to his death after interacting with her for only a few minutes. The aftermath of the incident was disastrous for Alejandra. She received death threats, was harassed by some people in public blaming her for the boy's death, and even her parents received some nasty letters addressed to their office.
Given the problem wasn't going away, the first day back at work since the incident Alejandra was advised she could put in for a transfer to whichever location she desired. But Alejandra only went into work that morning to resign. She was completing some paperwork that morning and that afternoon, she enlisted in the army. Alejandra's parents, once again, pleaded with her to not go through with her decision, but the woman wouldn't budge. Given her experience, her recruitment process went smoothly. They only questioned her previous resignation, asking why she was running away. Alejandra let them know she wasn't running away, but she would not be in a position where her parents could possibly suffer because of her actions.
Once she joined, Alejandra made her choice to become an intelligence officer. She received intensive field training, not only working with her peers but learning how to lead them as well. To add to the hands-on training, Alejandra was taught how to be proficient with a computer, going well above the skillset of an average person. There were a lot of stressful nights for Alejandra, but she persevered through her hardships, managing to grab the attention of a few high ranking officers. She was a natural on the field, appearing level-headed where others possibly wouldn't do as well. Eventually, upon her graduation, Alejandra was given her first assignment. She did some work in Kosovo for a few months before returning back to Spain. A year or so later she was out again, this time serving in Africa for additional classified work. During her time there, she was presented with an invitation to join Rainbow and given her desire to continuing bettering herself, she accepted the position.</s>
<|message|>Mikhail Viktorov
The Stadium
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Having arrived on Greece just a few hours ago, Mikhail was taken directly to The Stadium, the headquarters for the Rainbow team. Even though he was by no means inexperienced, he couldn't help but feel a bit restless. He had complete confidence in his skills but he never thought of himself as one of the best among the best. Ironically, some people, powerful people, thought differently. Being part of one of the select few that were, officially the best among the best, to be part of the Rainbow team was both an honor and a great responsibility. The facility that he was going to houses the best operators and the brightest minds that were working to support them, what was expected of Mikhail was excellence and no less. After a short explanation about the different areas on The Stadium, he was escorted to the barracks and shown to his personal quarters.
Most of the stuff he had brought were already on the room, including, much to his surprise, a large rectangular gun case in the corner of the room. When he was selected to join the Rainbow team, he made a personal request, asking if the personal weapons he owned and used in the SSO could be taken there. Unfortunately, due to a number of reasons, they had to deny his request but not before reassuring him that they would try to do something about it. As he opened the gun case, he couldn't help but let his eyes wander at what was inside. Instead of the guns he used, the ones inside the case were improved, modernized and modified versions, with state-of-the-art attachments such as scopes, silencers & etc. Even though that was only a small glimpse of the type of equipment that was at his disposal on the facility, it was already enough to make him impressed and eager to test them on the shooting range.
After taking a quick shower, which was undoubtedly needed after the flight and grabbing the gun case, he went outside, stopping just outside of the barracks and looking at the Arena for a brief moment and then looking around in order to situate himself on the facility. While the noises of people working and the muffled sounds of shots in the distance were proof that the facility indeed was operating nearly at one hundred percent of it's capability, a testament that the people gathering there were nothing less than the best in their respective areas, it was undeniable that the overall scenario was... different from what he was expecting. It was more relaxing than what he thought it would be, in fact, it did look much more like the campus of an university than anything else. That said, it wasn't necessarily a bad thing. The atmosphere was definitely more relaxing than the other places he used to work. The only thing he would have to be careful was to not let himself be affected by that atmosphere too much to the point that he would slack on his training routine.
With those thoughts in mind, Mikhail went towards the shooting range, which wasn't hard to find due to the muffled sound of shots and the mental image he had of the map of the facility. Practicing a bit would not only help Mikhail to get acclimated with the facility and he would have the pleasure to test the weapons that were provided to him but it could potentially lead to him to knowing more about the other operators he would work with. Since Mikhail wasn't the one that often started the conversations, the best thing he could do was to make himself seen around the facility.</s>
<|message|>Zahara Blanco
`2035
February 16
1300 Hours
The Stadium`
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Selune @Perpenheimer @Gunther @LetMeDoStuff @Xandrya @sly13 @13org
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The screen blinked off, plunging the room into a darkness illuminated only by the faint glow of indicator lights from the equipment lining the back wall.
This wasn't good.
The Operator formerly known as Thatcher steepled his hands, elbows resting on the desk which he had only recently come to occupy. A single breath, enough to collect his thoughts, before he spoke to the otherwise empty room.
"Blinds."
Immediately sunlight poured into the room on command, as the shutters slid back from the panoramic windows on the office wall. A click sounded from the door as the lock disengaged itself, confidentiality no longer needed as the call which had taken place moments before ended. Baker blinked as his vision adjusted to the change in illumination. The office was still in a partial state of repair, much like the rest of the facilities, evident by the mess of wiring still occupying one corner and the scuff marks of tools and materials still visible on the old flooring. His own personal effects were still packed away, not that he had very many to begin with, giving the room an austere appearance. Even so, he had made due with what he had.
Just as those around him had given the pace which the entire operation had been rushed back into service.
Now was the time for action, they had prepared as much as they could given the circumstances, and now only time would tell if they were ready.
Baker keyed in a code into the pad on his desk, this time speaking to someone other than the room.
"Gather active Operators, emergency briefing in an hour." He spoke.
"Yes sir," came the response on the other end of the line.
Moment of truth.
* * *
Across the Stadium the message went out, distributed over personal devices or brought in person for those who had yet to be issued any. The air of the entire complex took on a more active note, an increase in activity as actions and attention became focused. People fell into the well-worked motions of preparing for action.</s>
<|message|>Oberleutnant Winter R. Kannenberg
TONE
16/02/35 1305h
The Stadium, Elis, Greece
The German commando sat casually at the metal table that occupied the centre of her storage unit, situated a few floors underground the topside Armoury. Scattered across the breadth of said table lay the various components of a H&K G3 battle rifle, in various states of disassembly, and a pair of combat boots propped up on a corner, being worn by said commando, clad in her Flecktarn fatigues (though only the bottom half, with the blouse sitting draped over the opposite chair) and a white undershirt.
Cradled in Winter's hands were the bolt and carrier assemblies, which, to her trained eye, were now clear of any dust or grime that would otherwise cause potential malfunctions. Satisfied, she reattached the bolt to the carrier and set it down, tossing the splotchy rag she'd been using to the other side of the table. With another cursory glance at all the components of the rifle, she decided it was up to spec and began reassembling the weapon, her hands dancing over the table and the chassis of the gun in a fluid and precise manner that could only become second-nature through repetition - and a lot of it.
She was just inserting the guide-rod and stock mount assembly into the back of the receiver when she heard her phone buzz a priority alert tone from inside her pocket.
"Scheiße." was her only whispered response upon reading the words 'emergency briefing'.
She pinned the aforementioned assembly back into place before racking the charging handle and dry-firing once to ensure functionality.
Winter replaced her blouse and beret, wiped the grease from her hands with a clean rag, and kept the now-assembled rifle on the table. She had a feeling she might need to use it sooner than later. For now, she was off to the barracks.</s>
| <|message|>Alejandra García
The clicking on the keyboard was practically the only sound within the room. Alejandra sat crosslegged on her bed, laptop propped up on a small stand in front of her. To her right, she had a fresh cup of tea on the bedside table, the steam rising away from the hot liquid. Alejandra usually waited for the tea to cool down a bit. She was unlike her mother who preferred to drink it hot. Her father, on the other hand, did not drink tea. He stuck to whisky, occasionally claiming it to be a gentleman's drink. But that was his excuse to drink whenever he felt like it, and neither Alejandra nor her mother paid him any mind.
Currently working on a program she'd created, Alejandra was lost in her own little world. She had gotten back from her work-out, taken a shower, and made herself a quick snack to eat while she waited for the water to boil. Once that was done, she grabbed her laptop and tea and headed to the bedroom. She had made some slight progress in the work she had planned to get done when the handheld she'd been issued went off. Alejandra turned her head to the side and reached for the phone that was also on her bed within arm's reach. She considered taking a sip of her tea, but thought better of it. The message that had been sent, while essential, did not elicit any response from her. She put the phone down, typed a few more things before shutting down the program, and placed the laptop aside. The tea was still in its place, untouched. Alejandra sighed before grabbing the cup and sipping some brewed perfection
Obviously that was a mistake.
The tea was still too hot for her liking, and she'd been foolish in assuming it had cooled down to her taste without first testing it. Alejandra grimaced momentarily before exhaling through her mouth. She hated burning her tongue as it meant she couldn't taste very good for a while. But she wasn't in a sour mood, not when she was about to get to work. She'd been looking forward to it since her arrival, and it was finally that time.</s> |
<|description|>Oberleutnant Winter R. Kannenberg
Callsign: Tone
Age: 36 (May 22nd, 1999)
Sex: Female
Nationality: German
CTU: Kommando Spezialkräfte (KSK)
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Appearance:
Hair - Blonde
Eyes - Blue
Skin - Light
Height - 177cm (5'8")
Weight - 69kg (152 lbs)
Often found wearing a flecktarn BDU and her red beret, bearing the insignia of both the KSK and the Fallschirmjäger.
---
Psychological Report:
"I can't say I was expecting Specialist Kannenberg to be as affable as she was when we first met. Reading over her career notes, it becomes a bit more clear that the woman tries to keep herself as busy as possible, and every moment you can pull her away from her workbench is a much-needed breath of fresh air for her, even if she doesn't realize it in the moment.
Winter, as I see it, needs her hands to keep her grounded. EFT Zürich gave her the kick in the arse she needed to get her going but failed to keep her in the lab after they tossed a diploma to her. Cambridge tried to keep her captivated, but ultimately you can't keep a wandering mind cooped up in a lab without something breaking. The world was moving too slow for her liking - it's no wonder she enlisted. I don't think she can discern the difference between work and play. Could backfire. Might be best to try and push her to take the leave she's earned. But I think it's best to play it by ear. She gets the job done, she communicates with her squadmates when she needs to. She's played well for three years and I can't yet see the cracks, and that's all I need for now.
I like her style. Give her some chemicals to play with and some analog equipment and she's right as rain. Lass after me own heart. If only she could pry herself away from that damn bench."
-Six
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Skills:
* Considerable proficiency with explosive systems, chemical weapons, and other similar chemical-based equipment
* Proficiency in engineering
* Above-average weapons skill
* Paratrooper training
* Adaptable, improvisational
* Fluent in German, English, Polish
* Learning Russian, French
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Equipment:
Heckler & Koch G3 Battle Rifle, Danish A5 variant
Caliber: 7.62x51 NATO
Capacity: 20-round box magazine, +1 chambered
Attachments:
* Aimpoint CompM4 sight
* A3 retractable stock
* Stock G3 muzzle brake
Heckler & Koch HK433 Assault Rifle
Caliber: .300 AAC Blackout
Capacity: 30-round magazine, +1 chambered
Attachments:
* NcSTAR Advance Riflescope with flip-up reflex sight
* Gemtech HVT-QD suppressor
SIG Sauer P400r semi-automatic pistol
Caliber: 9x19 Parabellum
Capacity: 17-round magazine, +1 chambered
Attachments:
* SIG Sauer ROMEO2 reflex sight
* SIG Sauer FOXTROT4 flashlight/dazzler
* SilencerCo X9 Osprey suppressor
* Eickhorn KM 2000 BW combat/utility knife
* DM51 Fragmentation Grenade(s)
* MB6 EMP Grenade(s)
* E-ALZ Motion Sensor
* Standard Bundeswehr Trauma, Mess, Pionier Kits
PBX-Poly12 "Taschensturm" explosive foam
An aerosetting, quick-drying polyurethane foam carrying polymer-bonded explosives contained within a small spray canister. This explosive foam can be sprayed on a surface in any pattern one wishes. A sonic detonator is then pushed into the hardening foam, which will only detonate the explosives when a specific ultrasonic frequency at a high enough volume is emitted within its detection radius, effectively bypassing increasingly-common signal-jamming equipment. Winter is able to deploy the Tachensturm through a hand-held CO2-charged spray gun. She usually carries three canisters of PBX-Poly12 - a compound of her own design - as well as a full kit of detonators and an analog "sound gun," essentially a small, handheld directional speaker capable of broadcasting the appropriate detonation frequency.
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Bio:
Winter was born to Frederik and Ada Kannenberg in the small community of Lindenau, just outside of Leipzig, Germany. While her father was a military historian of mild acclaim, her mother was more or less the family breadwinner as a Professor at the Institute of Chemical Technology within Leipzig University. Ada's passion for chemistry rubbed off on her daughter, whose studious nature would soon see her pursuing a double-major in both organic and inorganic chemistry at the Swiss Federal Institute of Technology in Zürich. Her Master's thesis, titled Independent Replication of Inorganic Self-Folding Polymer Structures Through Simulated Biopolymeric Monomers made quite a stir in the academic community. Despite graduating Summa Cum Laude, little inroads were made into pursuing her thesis by the Institute afterwards. Dissatisfied, Winter gladly accepted an invitation from the University of Cambridge, who were much more interested in continuing her research. After spending some time back in Leipzig with her parents, she soon landed in England and began her second stay at a University outside her home country.
At Cambridge, Winter found the work quite intriguing, but ultimately arduous, painstakingly slow, and potentially fruitless. Beginning to question the virility of her degree, Winter continued her research, but began enrolling in various language and engineering courses to supplement her increasing boredom and decreasing conviction. She would never complete these courses, however. After hearing news of a series of deadly terrorist attacks in Prague and along the Czech-German border, she dropped out and returned to her parents in Germany. She remained at home for another year, toying with the ideas of various career pursuits before eventually enlisting in the Bundeswehr at age 24, most likely with the encouragement of her father, but the chagrin of her mother.
Initially enlisting as a Pionier (Engineer), she was soon transferred to the Panzerjäger branch, where her knowledge of chemistry served her best with demolitions work. After completing six months of basic training, she was promoted to Obergefreiter (Senior Enlisted), and continued drills and exercises with the rest of her company out of Truppenübungsplatz Heuberg in southern Germany. After another six months of continued excellence both in field and demolitions drills, she was promoted to Hauptgefreiter (Head Enlisted) and, to her satisfaction, was nominated by her company commander for the NCO track. A prospective candidate to the selection board, she easily passed the entry requirements and was approved for NCO training, transferring to the Bundeswehr Command and Staff College in Hamburg to begin her latest set of studies. Used to an academic environment, Winter further impressed the senior brass and made Feldwebel (Sergeant) in a record two and a half years. About another year later, after leading fellow soldaten on a plethora of peacekeeping missions, she was recommended for transfer to the Fallschirmjäger, where she continued to lead troops and advance up the Feldwebel ladder. Eventually, she was given the opportunity to join the Kommando Spezialkräfte, where she would co-ordinate with other branches of the Bundeswehr for various international operations as a Leutnant (Lieutenant). In 2032, following a joint undercover anti-terror operation in the Balkans, Team Leader Dominic Brunsmeier noted Winter's cunning ability to analyze and manipulate explosives as a useful skillset and passed his notes on to an old acquaintance. Winter soon found herself offered a position in Team Rainbow at age 33, which she accepted.
Recommended Listening</s>
<|message|>Mikhail Viktorov
The Stadium
---
Having arrived on Greece just a few hours ago, Mikhail was taken directly to The Stadium, the headquarters for the Rainbow team. Even though he was by no means inexperienced, he couldn't help but feel a bit restless. He had complete confidence in his skills but he never thought of himself as one of the best among the best. Ironically, some people, powerful people, thought differently. Being part of one of the select few that were, officially the best among the best, to be part of the Rainbow team was both an honor and a great responsibility. The facility that he was going to houses the best operators and the brightest minds that were working to support them, what was expected of Mikhail was excellence and no less. After a short explanation about the different areas on The Stadium, he was escorted to the barracks and shown to his personal quarters.
Most of the stuff he had brought were already on the room, including, much to his surprise, a large rectangular gun case in the corner of the room. When he was selected to join the Rainbow team, he made a personal request, asking if the personal weapons he owned and used in the SSO could be taken there. Unfortunately, due to a number of reasons, they had to deny his request but not before reassuring him that they would try to do something about it. As he opened the gun case, he couldn't help but let his eyes wander at what was inside. Instead of the guns he used, the ones inside the case were improved, modernized and modified versions, with state-of-the-art attachments such as scopes, silencers & etc. Even though that was only a small glimpse of the type of equipment that was at his disposal on the facility, it was already enough to make him impressed and eager to test them on the shooting range.
After taking a quick shower, which was undoubtedly needed after the flight and grabbing the gun case, he went outside, stopping just outside of the barracks and looking at the Arena for a brief moment and then looking around in order to situate himself on the facility. While the noises of people working and the muffled sounds of shots in the distance were proof that the facility indeed was operating nearly at one hundred percent of it's capability, a testament that the people gathering there were nothing less than the best in their respective areas, it was undeniable that the overall scenario was... different from what he was expecting. It was more relaxing than what he thought it would be, in fact, it did look much more like the campus of an university than anything else. That said, it wasn't necessarily a bad thing. The atmosphere was definitely more relaxing than the other places he used to work. The only thing he would have to be careful was to not let himself be affected by that atmosphere too much to the point that he would slack on his training routine.
With those thoughts in mind, Mikhail went towards the shooting range, which wasn't hard to find due to the muffled sound of shots and the mental image he had of the map of the facility. Practicing a bit would not only help Mikhail to get acclimated with the facility and he would have the pleasure to test the weapons that were provided to him but it could potentially lead to him to knowing more about the other operators he would work with. Since Mikhail wasn't the one that often started the conversations, the best thing he could do was to make himself seen around the facility.</s>
<|message|>Zahara Blanco
`2035
February 16
1300 Hours
The Stadium`
---
Selune @Perpenheimer @Gunther @LetMeDoStuff @Xandrya @sly13 @13org
---
The screen blinked off, plunging the room into a darkness illuminated only by the faint glow of indicator lights from the equipment lining the back wall.
This wasn't good.
The Operator formerly known as Thatcher steepled his hands, elbows resting on the desk which he had only recently come to occupy. A single breath, enough to collect his thoughts, before he spoke to the otherwise empty room.
"Blinds."
Immediately sunlight poured into the room on command, as the shutters slid back from the panoramic windows on the office wall. A click sounded from the door as the lock disengaged itself, confidentiality no longer needed as the call which had taken place moments before ended. Baker blinked as his vision adjusted to the change in illumination. The office was still in a partial state of repair, much like the rest of the facilities, evident by the mess of wiring still occupying one corner and the scuff marks of tools and materials still visible on the old flooring. His own personal effects were still packed away, not that he had very many to begin with, giving the room an austere appearance. Even so, he had made due with what he had.
Just as those around him had given the pace which the entire operation had been rushed back into service.
Now was the time for action, they had prepared as much as they could given the circumstances, and now only time would tell if they were ready.
Baker keyed in a code into the pad on his desk, this time speaking to someone other than the room.
"Gather active Operators, emergency briefing in an hour." He spoke.
"Yes sir," came the response on the other end of the line.
Moment of truth.
* * *
Across the Stadium the message went out, distributed over personal devices or brought in person for those who had yet to be issued any. The air of the entire complex took on a more active note, an increase in activity as actions and attention became focused. People fell into the well-worked motions of preparing for action.</s>
| <|message|>Oberleutnant Winter R. Kannenberg
TONE
16/02/35 1305h
The Stadium, Elis, Greece
The German commando sat casually at the metal table that occupied the centre of her storage unit, situated a few floors underground the topside Armoury. Scattered across the breadth of said table lay the various components of a H&K G3 battle rifle, in various states of disassembly, and a pair of combat boots propped up on a corner, being worn by said commando, clad in her Flecktarn fatigues (though only the bottom half, with the blouse sitting draped over the opposite chair) and a white undershirt.
Cradled in Winter's hands were the bolt and carrier assemblies, which, to her trained eye, were now clear of any dust or grime that would otherwise cause potential malfunctions. Satisfied, she reattached the bolt to the carrier and set it down, tossing the splotchy rag she'd been using to the other side of the table. With another cursory glance at all the components of the rifle, she decided it was up to spec and began reassembling the weapon, her hands dancing over the table and the chassis of the gun in a fluid and precise manner that could only become second-nature through repetition - and a lot of it.
She was just inserting the guide-rod and stock mount assembly into the back of the receiver when she heard her phone buzz a priority alert tone from inside her pocket.
"Scheiße." was her only whispered response upon reading the words 'emergency briefing'.
She pinned the aforementioned assembly back into place before racking the charging handle and dry-firing once to ensure functionality.
Winter replaced her blouse and beret, wiped the grease from her hands with a clean rag, and kept the now-assembled rifle on the table. She had a feeling she might need to use it sooner than later. For now, she was off to the barracks.</s> |
<|description|>Edward Lachance
Age: 17
Race: Earth Male
Nationality: British/French
Personality
Edward is a naturally optimistic sort-- a life as pleasant as his will do that to you. He often preaches that things can and do get better in life, even if he understands not everyone is as blessed as him. He always goes out of his way to help others who aren't fortunate, as he believes his massive luck was a gift he is obligated to use to make life better for others. His sizable allowance is often spent on gifts for others, even. He appreciates his status in life, but is very humble about it, understanding he hasn't particularly earned it. He has a bit of an inferiority complex as a result, eager to prove himself but also commonly downplaying any success of his as luck.
In terms of hobbies, Edward is particularly into comic books and manga. Superman, Dragonball, and Naruto especially. That's partially why he's actually an excellent student despite his entirely average intelligence. He's very willing to train and study if it means access to real magical powers that he can use to do good. And to look cool and do cool things, but that's just a nice bonus.
Backstory
Edward was technically born in France, to two loving parents named Adeline and Damien Lachance. Right after Edward was born, however, Damien was offered a much higher paying position for his office job if he were to move to Britain. The two had been struggling and were worried about their child's well-being and took the offer, which turned out to be a blessing in disguise. Adeline was a painter, and her paintings finally took off once she began advertising them in Britain. All throughout Edward's life, the blessings of gods seemed to follow him. Winning games of chance was a near guarantee. He could call the flip of a coin 10 times in a row. At the age of 11, he advised his father on which numbers to pick for a lottery ticket, and their family was the only one to get the second tier prize that draw after a quadruple rollover.
Despite how easy Edward's luck would have been to abuse, the Lachance family were good people who had spent their childhoods being taught that money wasn't everything, and they passed that lesson down to their son. They also understood his gift, and took steps to make sure it didn't go to his head. Despite efforts not to stand out, his grades were often great, and allowed him to apply for a unique transfer-- to study abroad in Japan. His parents allowed him to do so, but as he was interviewed, he was stupefied by the process, despite his repeated success. Soon he would find out why. He had stumbled into a school of magic and wonder that hid underneath it an entire new world of elves, beasts and spell casting. Having stumbled here, Edward is convinced all of his luck was fate guiding him here so he could make a positive impact on this world-- and the magical one right next door.
END: 20 (F)
STR: 20 (F)
DEX: 17 (F)
AGI: 15 (F)
INT: 30 (F)
WIL: 20 (F)
CHR: 20 (E)
SPT: 30 (D)
LCK: 150 (A)
[Combat]
-Equipment-
Weapons
It seems to be just a switchblade that Edward could use to protect himself. However, there is a trick to it-- tapping the button actually sends out a small comb-- one has to hold the button to draw the real knife. He uses the comb to combat his hat hair whenever he's forced to take it off.
Gear
Arcture Academics Spellbook
Other
N/A
Independent
Martial Awakening - A permanent 40% boost to Spirit if it is over 50.
Graceful Charity - When you give gifts to people, they will be more cooperative to you moreso than normal.
Major Skills
Arcture Academics Vol. 1
Arcture Academics Vol. 2
Arcture Academics Vol. 3
FUJIWARA SHINTO EXORCISM V.1
Iga-Ryu Genin level
Minor Skills
N/A
Spells
Lighter
Faelight
Flashball
Light Buckler
Elemental Blast (Light)
Techniques
N/A
Current Skill Points: 12
Arcture Academics Volumes 1, 2 & 3 purchased for 1, 2 & 2 skill points.
FUJIWARA SHINTO EXORCISM V.1 Purchased for 2 SP
+10 INT, +2 DEX from Aresvius Battle
Iga-Ryu Genin purchased for 2 skill points</s>
<|message|>Edward Lachance
Edward Lachance
Edward would never forget last night, but simultaneously, many of it's details were... hazy to say the least. Seeing that ice palace, for the first time, and when it became bathed in crimson, those vistas were seared into his skull. Aresvius being pierced, almost watching another young man die... that too, would stick with him forever. But the fight in between, while it seemed to last forever in the moment, he couldn't place much more than the emotion of it all. Fear. Complete paranoia as these magical forces he had just begun to understand clashed right in front of his face-- even trying to kill him! Luckily, Lorelai and Rodrick were there, along with a variety of other students, that ended up protecting him, along with the teachers that swooped in like Power Rangers. Their P.E. teacher's entrance is also something he'd remember forever.
But if there was one thing to take from yesterday, it was that Ed was out of his depth. He'd never been in a fight in his life until Rodrick came along, and the princling who just two days ago seemed to want his head was about all that stood between him and a cold, cold casket. Hopefully Ed's complete ineptitude in that fight helped show Rodrick just how wrong he was about Ed being special. Or at least, intentionally special. Previously, Ed had felt out of his element in a very positive way. He was being introduced to this amazing new world that he had always dreamed of... but last night Ed felt the flipside of that. Being new, and weak, and powerless and confused. It kept Ed up all night. He just wanted to hold onto Ramyu or Rodrick or Lorelai and never let go, because otherwise he'd get squashed like a bug.
This paranoia followed him through the rest of the day, along with his lack of sleep. For once, he couldn't take any notes in his classes. Ramyu and Rodrick were also no where to be found, but as his afternoon P.E. class rolled around, he noticed a peculiar coincidence. Or at least it was framed as a coincidence, but it couldn't be. Everyone present during last night's... affair, sans the other teacher, was here. All beat tired, obviously, but here nonetheless. Ed listened as intently as he could, expecting some kind of follow up on what had happened, or at least a confirmation that Aresvius was still breath, but it never came. Coach just talked about ki and chakra and what not. Normally, Ed would be all over that but he just couldn't focus on that today. Even if he wanted to get stronger.
He could gab at Lorelai or Rodrick but for some reason he didn't feel ready. Maybe it was the shame of not having participated in the fight, or how tired they were, but he struck up a conversation with Mr. Bakusatsu instead. Pretending to be working on his Kata, Ed slowly inched closer to the coach, and waited for an opening, when he wasn't instructing any students, before semi-whispering to him.
"Uh, hey, coach Bakusatsu, Is Aresvius okay? Is that Noah's descendant guy gonna show back up again soon?"</s>
<|message|>Kaidan Bakusatsu
Silver Gate Academy Grounds - Soccer Field
Komedy@Lonewolf685
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Kaidan oversaw the class, giving some brief instruction once in awhile, though to varying degrees of success. Some students seemed to understand his hot-headed way of explaining things, while others struggled a little, but it was clear he was quite sincere in his methods. As everyone began to settle he noticed some were not quite completely there today... He pondered for a bit before he pulled out from a satchel what appeared like a protein ball, and walked up to Lorelai,
"Here, try some of this", he offered. Whether or not she would eat it, she would find herself taking it either way. What this was in fact, was a shinobi medicinal ball, which should revitalize anyone who eats it. There were recipes for it included in the Iga-ryu scrolls too. As he handed that off, he was approached by Edward, who asked out of concern of what happened last night. Not many people knew of the descendants, and frankly they preferred the students didn't learn of such high level beings so early in their lives or even ever at all, still, what happens, happens. Kaidan furrowed his brow and rubbed his chin,
"Hmmmmmm, well Aresvius will be okay, he's just out of commission for awhile. Being what he is, he'll recover with just some rest. As for the other guy... Well, I'm not sure. Then again, it may not be best to talk about him here, but please rest assured! The teachers and even the principle are onto that guy, let us handle him", it was a vague answer regarding the latter but there was something reassuring about this gruff and buff man giving a friendly smile.</s>
<|message|>Aurelius Pendragon
"Shin-Ganryu."
A dark skinned female with bright white teeth gave a toothy smile to the young dark skinned male standing beside her. She knew exactly what her friend would love the moment their teacher finished his speech. Her friend was always the type to go straight for the sword fighting techniques and if anything, he would be over-joyed even if he didn't show it. The young man stared at his friend, a smirk forming in the corners of the mouth. Only she could get him to smirk like this out of him. "Come on, Aurelius." The young girl laughed as she grabbed his arm, pulling him as hard she could toward their teacher. She just couldn't help herself.
"Lady, calm yourself." Aurelius calmly spoke, his stoic tone taking over. He placed his hand on her head, ruffling her around like a parent with their child. Aurelius knew she was right, as he took a few steps to the wooden swords placed for the students to use. He slowly gripped the hilt, his mind racing as he began to think back to the past. The more kenjutsu he was able to learn, the more capable he would be to avenge his mother, and become the man that she always preached he was.
"Sensai, I would like to learn Shin-Ganryu." Aurelius spoke in an almost commanding tone, pointing his wooden sword at Bakusatsu.</s>
<|message|>Kaidan Bakusatsu
Silver Gate Academy Grounds - Soccer Field
-El@Kafka Komedy@Ginnungagap@Amaterasu@I-Am-X@Lonewolf685@TheHangedMan
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"Oooh! Very well then! Feel free to take one of the manuscripts then!", being the kind to be fond of enthusiasm, Kaidan took to the eagerness of the dark-skinned student rather well. Among the students in the magic classes after normal curriculum, this kid Aurelius was one of the more talented physical fighters. In fact he almost expected him to pick Shin-Ganryu.
After awhile, the class would split into two groups where one half did drills for Shin-Ganryu's forms and basic cuts, while the other focused on chakra generation in a meditative state, both classes being instructed by Kaidan and his shadow clones. Some students did not participate, but it appeared a majority did, and by the time class was over the sun was visibly a bit lower than it was before. Class outside was really something else it seemed.
"Alright! Class dismissed! It's good to see such healthy students taking to these kinds of activities! Well, next week will be as usual with Utsumi, so be sure to say hi to him for me!" and like that class was over, students began shuffling away to do one thing or another, but given the physical nature of this class many elected to just rest.</s>
| <|message|>Edward Lachance
Despite the coach's vague answer, Edward was happy with the response he was given. He was glad to hear that Aresvius was okay. Given what he gathered listening to the teachers and that Noah guy, he may not have been a bad person, and he did seem to just be a kid like everyone else here. Regarding said Noah's Descendant, Bakusatsu gave a pretty middling response, but it was an honest middling. They weren't 100% on what all was happening, but they'd try their damnedest to make sure no harm came to their students, as they proved the night before. It helped ease Edward into actually participating in class instead of miming kata-- he followed the Coach's shadow clone's instructions on how to generate chakra through meditation. Something more slow paced like that was definitely more his speed after the exhausting night he'd had previously.
Once class was all over, most stayed put for a moment to recoup. Rodrick was one of said people, and Ed knew it was probably in both of their best interests to have an honest, frank conversation about their relationship. Hopefully now that Rodrick had seen first hand how useless Ed was in a scrap, the two could become more friendly, and less murder-y. And what put people in a less murder-y mood than sweet frozen treats?
"Hey Rod." Edward said, approaching the noble with a wave and a small smile. "Thank you for your help last night. I would have been dead in the water without you so I wanna introduce you to one of earth's delicacies. My treat."</s> |
<|description|>Lorelai de Windt
Age: 17
Race: Human
Nationality: Dutch / Japanese
Personality: A starry eyed youth, heart ablaze and hands layered in the callouses of constant work with the spear. She laughs easily and openly, equal parts absent and ignorant to deceit as she goes about her schooling. Enjoys physical challenges, anything she can work on with her hands appeals to her, but she finds herself averse to puzzles and trivia games. Not the brightest of people but tries to compensate with earnestness and effort. Feels a touch of envy for mages who can barely lift a tome weighing more then ten pounds but can summon phantasmal creatures to aid them, but is too consious of hurting their feelings to voice or act upon it.
Backstory:
The de Windt's have a longer history in Japan then they do with their own family name, tracing their line all the way back to the early Dutch who helped crush the Shimabara-Amakusa Rebellion and securing themselves as the sole European power still tolerated in the country till their borders were forced open two centuries later. Relations tensed in the past century given world events, but their connection of the magical side of things made surviving changing times unscathed a more reasonable affair.
The descendent of Dutch merchant marines now stands, ignorant of the blood upon her lineage and with her sights set only upon a bright shining future. As a child she played with sticks, golden hair flying wildly as she chased and was chased by boys from a sleepy countryside village, the glory of a bustling market long since given way to the twilight of after years, where all still lingered neither prospering nor failing. A haven to retire to and the breeding ground of childhood ambitions for something more, the harsh clang of steel and the burn of a wooden shaft twisting against her palms.
The young Lorelai had no word for what she sought, only that she was compelled to push herself hard and long even at the expense of more mundane studies. Times of play gave way to earnest training under the attentive eye of parents, always losing herself amidst a field of sunflowers. Tilling the land for miles with only a hoe, only to carry bags of seed and sowing by hand till her blisters wept and her hands were a mix of caked dirt and weeping scarlet. She laid the groundwork for true martial training with her own hands, surrounding herself in the flowers of her long distant homeland before every knowing the true heft of a weapon in hand.
The nameless conviction carried her far from home, the sunflowers wilting as her gaze turned to the academy of her dreams, where her heart knew she'd be a step closer to fulfillment.
---
Battle with Shinzou. 6/7/21
Stats:
END: 71 (B)
STR: 65 (C)
DEX: 60 (B)
AGI: 70 (B)
INT: 5 (F)
WIL: 5 (F)
CHR: 20 (D)
SPT: 35 (D)
LCK: 5 (F)
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Weapons:
Worn Spear-An implement she's trained with for the last two years, knowing it's every groove and how much strain it can take. Carries it with pride and cleans the head habitually even when not used. Can support her own weight vaulting with it even in Composite Armor.
Shatter Star Fragments: Remnants of a magic canceling sword.
Gear:
Composite Armor: An armor made predominantly of leather with added plate along one arm and shoulders for protection without comprimising her agility between and in combat.
Independent:
Spirit Boost- As an Earth Human, Lorelai has a wellspring of inner power waiting to be tapped into. 40% boost to Spirit when over 50. Currently: Inactive.
De Windt Bloodline: Her birthright as a member of the De Windt family cultured over the generations and the events they played part to.
Friend of Tengu: The Tengu feather that is on her will allow her to be identified as a friend of Mt. Kurama Tengu. Ordinarily Tengu are quite pervasive about people, often staying distant, or even hostile at times. As a result of her actions also, a certain Tengu has appeared as a student on campus... This also makes her elligible to learn further Tengu Arts.
Major Skills:
Farmer's Last Resort- The spear has long been the weapon of peasentry, with a low skill barrier to use but a ceiling as distant as the stars above. To call oneself a novice is to stand firm against charging adversaries and hold your spear true. Level: 2 (6pts)
Dieter's Fields-Moving beyond tactics of the peasentry is the true spirit of combat with a spear, understanding the advantage that comes with a greater reach then a sword and learning to use the full range of motion to aspire towards heights most would never consider. Level: 1 (5 pts)
Fujiwara Shinto Exorcism Manuscript Volume 1 - A manuscript detailing standard seals for Shinto style exorcism. It's multi-purpose too being mainly focused on protection and support if it isn't a spell that's for exorcism.2 Points.
Yagyu Shingan-Ryu (Yari Spear). 2 Points.
Major Skill Points Free: 6
Minor Skills:
Iron Flesh- Level: 1 (2 pts)
Indomitable- Level: 1 (2pts)
Follow Up- Level: 2 (4pts)
Dragon Rage- Level: 2 (4pts)
Second Wind- Level: 1 (2pts)
Signature Move: Ride the Wind- Level: 1 (2pts)
Forms:Farmer's Last Resort:
Form One - Forward March
Execution: Lunge forward, thrusting forward with both hands on the spear before returning to starting position.
Principle: The simplest way to attack. Power comes from the force of movement making even frail arms provide lethal force.
Form Two - Shield Wall
Execution: Hold an arm out and across your chest, bracing the spear atop it as though you were holding a shield. Thrust forward, sliding over the arm for a quick jab. Mastery requires using your 'shield' to redirect a misaligned thrust into a true strike as it passed over.
Principle: An aided strike that develops arm strength in thrusts without heavy dependence on personal skill. A foundation in controlling the spear without both hands upon it.
Form Three - Breaching The Wall
Execution: Grasping the spear with both hands and positioning it overhead, thrusting at an angle as though going over a barrier to reach it.
Principle: Trains the arms to support the spear without any aid and cements the users balance.
Dieter's Fields:
Form One - Quench the Thorns
Execution: Performing a standard thrust at such speed so as to look to have not moved. Done with a firm stance rooted to the ground for superior handling.
Principle: The basis for all spear fighting, connecting the stolid base of a Novice to the more fluid Journeyman. Teaches speed and coordination with the spear.
Form Two - Sow the Land
Execution: Perform a wide slash with the spear, shifting hands down a palm length before swinging back around, continueing till they've gone both ways along the shaft.
Principle: Understands a fuller range of motion and acclimates the hand to gripping the spear at any length with reasonable surety.
Form Three - Break the Frost
Execution: A heavy handed swing against a training target that bounces off, rotates fully around the user and transitions into a thrust.
Principle: Introduces power into the techniques and creates a flow between prior forms.
Form Four - Exalt the Harvest
Execution:Steps forward sharply, putting weight on the lead foot as the spear is raised from behind, overhead, and slammed down in a crescent arc.
Principle: An aggressive helm splitter that further develops power based on where the shaft is held to extend or shorten the arc.
Technique:
Ride the Wind: A stationary leap upwards from a crouch, grasping the spear firmly in both hands before driving it downwards tip first as you land upon and stab through an enemy. Lorelai throws the entirety of her being into the attack, sacrificing footing for the added power of crashing upon them.</s>
<|message|>Kaidan Bakusatsu
Silver Gate Academy Highschool Building, Classroom 4-A
Monday, May 9th 20XX
Afternoon
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Lesson #3
Ninjutsu and Kenjutsu
The next day was a rather tiring day, Utsumi stood at the front of the class a little concerned. Everyone was tired, it appeared throughout last night, everyone went through some kind of ordeal, with only a few who just stayed inside all night who noticed nothing. Well, regardless... They had class anyways.
"Well, I hope everyone's got some energy in them... Because today's a physical class", he could hear the groans in everyone's voices, but before they knew it, they were all standing outside on the field.
Standing in front of them was Kaidan Bakusatsu, the PE teacher. Well, at least this was rather convincing for a physical class. Beside him were some scrolls, and they also even brought out some bokuto, wooden swords... Was it kenjutsu practice? But those scrolls also looked distinctly ninja.
"ALRIGHT EVERYBODY!", his booming voice hit like a truck for everyone deprived of sleep almost as if they were going to be run over. It either actually did, or woke some people out of their tired moods.
"Today we'll be practicing Ninjutsu, and Kenjutsu! Why two you may ask?! WELL!", he raised his finger, before bringing it down and pointing his thumb towards his chest.
"THE BODY! It's all about the body!"
"Ki! Chakra! Both of these elements make use of our body's energies! You see kids! There are two main ways one may do such a thing! The booming force of Ki in a focused strike and state of mind! Or, the meticulous and subtle way of chakra, that blends the body's two main elements into one burning force!",
"But, well, I suppose one could say chakra is more advanced, as it uses Ki and Magic, or otherwise also known as Yin and Yang, but the method for Ki and Chakra are also completely different. You see, Ki is brought out by one's inner spirit, Kiai is projecting Ki with one's voice, to bring out more power, that is why some people announce their attacks you see!", like him right?
"However Chakra is the mixing of two elements, you can do much more with Chakra, such as manipulating the elements around you, or even turning your Ki into an element. Sounds like magic right? Well, it is made by mixing Ki and Magical energies, so I suppose it is! Haha! Ahem..."
"Anyways, I will allow you all to pick one thing to focus on for this class! Worry not! If you wish to learn both, we have the instructions for them stowed in the library and you can learn them in your own time!"
With that, everyone began to shuffle around and see what interested them most... Straight honest swordsmanship, or the basic trick book for ninjas...?
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Major Skill Opportunity
Shin-Ganryu - A style of kenjutsu based on decisive strikes.
Iga-ryu Genin Level - A style of ninjutsu based on the use of fire, although in this case it's more of the entire fundamentals.
(For today only it will cost 2 skill points to learn one of them. You will also be given 2 skill points to use on it, or you can save it. Be informed that the other will also permanently cost 2 points rather than 3.).</s>
<|message|>Ultana Whelen
Ultana Whelen - Silver Gate Academy Highschool Building, Classroom 4-A
After last night being chock full of fighting and eating. she was definitely feeling it for the lack of sleep. Though, given their next class, she'd find herself wide awake. Their next lesson was PE, a good ole physical focused class that was something Ultana definitely enjoyed. While most were complaining about it, she was excited and even more so when they suddenly found themselves outside on the field.
Everyone would soon find themselves wide awake after the teacher's loud call to attention. In an effort to build their body up, everyone was given 2 options to focus on, Swordsmanship or Ninjutsu. Since Ultana didn't have much interest in ninjutsu, and given her style, she decided to focus on swordsmanship. Out of the options given to them, working on her skill with the sword would definitely benefit her more in battle.</s>
| <|message|>Lorelai de Windt
How anyone managed to find sleep after their ordeal the previous night was truly beyond Lorelai, the blonde managing to sit straight and look to the front of her class', but very little stuck with her. The longer the day went the harder she winced at the squiggles on boards, her hairs seeming to escape her braid and gain the appearance of unkempt quills, but she had neither the vanity nor the awareness to tidy up. Not that doing so would help given the numerous bruises she had to bury under bandages lest someone think was battered and makes a report to the main office.
Still, they had to show up, and it was time for a class she truly excelled at. Or, she normally would do so in Gym, but a pounding headache and the knowledge that the shards of an honest to god magic sword where in her possession kept her from really getting the Kenjutsu lessons down. As much as she enjoyed going through her drills, taking the time to cement it required so much time she'd lose out on her spear time. And really, she couldn't even do this kata straight without slipping out of form right now.
And Ninjutsu? Subtly, thy name is not De Windt.</s> |
<|description|>Lorelai de Windt
Age: 17
Race: Human
Nationality: Dutch / Japanese
Personality: A starry eyed youth, heart ablaze and hands layered in the callouses of constant work with the spear. She laughs easily and openly, equal parts absent and ignorant to deceit as she goes about her schooling. Enjoys physical challenges, anything she can work on with her hands appeals to her, but she finds herself averse to puzzles and trivia games. Not the brightest of people but tries to compensate with earnestness and effort. Feels a touch of envy for mages who can barely lift a tome weighing more then ten pounds but can summon phantasmal creatures to aid them, but is too consious of hurting their feelings to voice or act upon it.
Backstory:
The de Windt's have a longer history in Japan then they do with their own family name, tracing their line all the way back to the early Dutch who helped crush the Shimabara-Amakusa Rebellion and securing themselves as the sole European power still tolerated in the country till their borders were forced open two centuries later. Relations tensed in the past century given world events, but their connection of the magical side of things made surviving changing times unscathed a more reasonable affair.
The descendent of Dutch merchant marines now stands, ignorant of the blood upon her lineage and with her sights set only upon a bright shining future. As a child she played with sticks, golden hair flying wildly as she chased and was chased by boys from a sleepy countryside village, the glory of a bustling market long since given way to the twilight of after years, where all still lingered neither prospering nor failing. A haven to retire to and the breeding ground of childhood ambitions for something more, the harsh clang of steel and the burn of a wooden shaft twisting against her palms.
The young Lorelai had no word for what she sought, only that she was compelled to push herself hard and long even at the expense of more mundane studies. Times of play gave way to earnest training under the attentive eye of parents, always losing herself amidst a field of sunflowers. Tilling the land for miles with only a hoe, only to carry bags of seed and sowing by hand till her blisters wept and her hands were a mix of caked dirt and weeping scarlet. She laid the groundwork for true martial training with her own hands, surrounding herself in the flowers of her long distant homeland before every knowing the true heft of a weapon in hand.
The nameless conviction carried her far from home, the sunflowers wilting as her gaze turned to the academy of her dreams, where her heart knew she'd be a step closer to fulfillment.
---
Battle with Shinzou. 6/7/21
Stats:
END: 71 (B)
STR: 65 (C)
DEX: 60 (B)
AGI: 70 (B)
INT: 5 (F)
WIL: 5 (F)
CHR: 20 (D)
SPT: 35 (D)
LCK: 5 (F)
---
Weapons:
Worn Spear-An implement she's trained with for the last two years, knowing it's every groove and how much strain it can take. Carries it with pride and cleans the head habitually even when not used. Can support her own weight vaulting with it even in Composite Armor.
Shatter Star Fragments: Remnants of a magic canceling sword.
Gear:
Composite Armor: An armor made predominantly of leather with added plate along one arm and shoulders for protection without comprimising her agility between and in combat.
Independent:
Spirit Boost- As an Earth Human, Lorelai has a wellspring of inner power waiting to be tapped into. 40% boost to Spirit when over 50. Currently: Inactive.
De Windt Bloodline: Her birthright as a member of the De Windt family cultured over the generations and the events they played part to.
Friend of Tengu: The Tengu feather that is on her will allow her to be identified as a friend of Mt. Kurama Tengu. Ordinarily Tengu are quite pervasive about people, often staying distant, or even hostile at times. As a result of her actions also, a certain Tengu has appeared as a student on campus... This also makes her elligible to learn further Tengu Arts.
Major Skills:
Farmer's Last Resort- The spear has long been the weapon of peasentry, with a low skill barrier to use but a ceiling as distant as the stars above. To call oneself a novice is to stand firm against charging adversaries and hold your spear true. Level: 2 (6pts)
Dieter's Fields-Moving beyond tactics of the peasentry is the true spirit of combat with a spear, understanding the advantage that comes with a greater reach then a sword and learning to use the full range of motion to aspire towards heights most would never consider. Level: 1 (5 pts)
Fujiwara Shinto Exorcism Manuscript Volume 1 - A manuscript detailing standard seals for Shinto style exorcism. It's multi-purpose too being mainly focused on protection and support if it isn't a spell that's for exorcism.2 Points.
Yagyu Shingan-Ryu (Yari Spear). 2 Points.
Major Skill Points Free: 6
Minor Skills:
Iron Flesh- Level: 1 (2 pts)
Indomitable- Level: 1 (2pts)
Follow Up- Level: 2 (4pts)
Dragon Rage- Level: 2 (4pts)
Second Wind- Level: 1 (2pts)
Signature Move: Ride the Wind- Level: 1 (2pts)
Forms:Farmer's Last Resort:
Form One - Forward March
Execution: Lunge forward, thrusting forward with both hands on the spear before returning to starting position.
Principle: The simplest way to attack. Power comes from the force of movement making even frail arms provide lethal force.
Form Two - Shield Wall
Execution: Hold an arm out and across your chest, bracing the spear atop it as though you were holding a shield. Thrust forward, sliding over the arm for a quick jab. Mastery requires using your 'shield' to redirect a misaligned thrust into a true strike as it passed over.
Principle: An aided strike that develops arm strength in thrusts without heavy dependence on personal skill. A foundation in controlling the spear without both hands upon it.
Form Three - Breaching The Wall
Execution: Grasping the spear with both hands and positioning it overhead, thrusting at an angle as though going over a barrier to reach it.
Principle: Trains the arms to support the spear without any aid and cements the users balance.
Dieter's Fields:
Form One - Quench the Thorns
Execution: Performing a standard thrust at such speed so as to look to have not moved. Done with a firm stance rooted to the ground for superior handling.
Principle: The basis for all spear fighting, connecting the stolid base of a Novice to the more fluid Journeyman. Teaches speed and coordination with the spear.
Form Two - Sow the Land
Execution: Perform a wide slash with the spear, shifting hands down a palm length before swinging back around, continueing till they've gone both ways along the shaft.
Principle: Understands a fuller range of motion and acclimates the hand to gripping the spear at any length with reasonable surety.
Form Three - Break the Frost
Execution: A heavy handed swing against a training target that bounces off, rotates fully around the user and transitions into a thrust.
Principle: Introduces power into the techniques and creates a flow between prior forms.
Form Four - Exalt the Harvest
Execution:Steps forward sharply, putting weight on the lead foot as the spear is raised from behind, overhead, and slammed down in a crescent arc.
Principle: An aggressive helm splitter that further develops power based on where the shaft is held to extend or shorten the arc.
Technique:
Ride the Wind: A stationary leap upwards from a crouch, grasping the spear firmly in both hands before driving it downwards tip first as you land upon and stab through an enemy. Lorelai throws the entirety of her being into the attack, sacrificing footing for the added power of crashing upon them.</s>
<|message|>Otis Tan Arillo
Minazuki
Morning came, and still, Koyuki wasn't in the room.
Otis stretched his neck as he turned on the hotel's TV, feeling his spine crick and crack this way and that. It had been another long night; after the encounter with that incomprehensibly nimble assassin, the Strigidae had devoted himself to the theorycrafting of new bullets. A successor of the Fairy Bolts series, one that could home in without having a previous mark set up, or perhaps a gravity bullet that subjectively weighed down the one who's in its range. If he had his gun, the whole encounter would've changed for the better, that much was clear. So maybe this time...
His amber eyes centered on the lovingly crafted firearm, before Otis nodded. It was stuffed into his backpack immediately afterwards, folded up with a bunch of other metal objects. So long as he didn't go through an airport or something like that, it should be fine. After all, yesterday he had toured a bunch of places with razor-sharp wakizashis in his pack. Police were probably more interested in his passport than the contents of his pack. Probably.
Otis was willing to gamble on that ambiguous probability. More importantly, however, he had a teacher to catch.
Hitching up his backpack and making sure the straps of his belt pouch were done well, Otis refilled his water bag with tap water, jammed a couple slices of lemon into it to offset that plastic-y taste, and headed downstairs to find Kuuto. There was only one question that needed to be asked of the teacher, after all.
"Two days now, and no sign. Where is Koyuki, Kuuto?"</s>
<|message|>Aurelius Pendragon
Aurelius Pendragon
Aurelius stared sternly as the man began to make fun of him. It hurt his pride a bit to beaten by someone only wielding a stick. Those movements, they were something he had never seen before. Before he could open his mouth to rebuttal, the experienced swordsman began to explain why Aurelius had lost, his ear perked up to take in everything the man said; the words cut through him like the sword he was holding. Suddenly he became further interested as the man spoke about training. This could be his ticket to learning to hone his abilities and finally avenge his mother.
"I accept your offer of training." Aurelius spoke calmly as he stood, dusting himself off.</s>
<|message|>Ultana Whelen
Ultana Whelen
As Morning came around, Ultana awoke from her slumber. Still half-asleep, she lazily began to stretch while resisting the urge to fall back asleep. Slowly gazing around the room, she could see that Asta wasn't there and was probably already up and about. Given the time, no surprise really. As Ultana got ready and was about to head out, overheard some commotion with the other students about how some of them didn't make it back to the hotel. Did they sneak out? We are in Kyoto after all, with this citys history of course you'd try to have some fun. .....Unless something happened to them. I wonder....if we were attacked yesterday....Though, if something did, the teachers would say something, yea?
After some thought, she decided to leave the matter to the teachers. Besides, there was something she was still curious about. Last night, there was that assassin that came after Seirin. As surprising as it was to find out who she was and her family, it was the style that assassin used that really caught her attention. Fujiwara Discreet Arts....didn't see nothing like that at the shrine. To find out more, Ultana would need to find a place where she might learn more about it. While she'd like to ask their exorcism teacher Kuuto, considering this was something he refused to talk about, she can't exactly go to him about it. Hmm...I wonder if a library would have what I need...
Heading downstairs, she could see Otis looking for their teacher Kuuto but it seemed like he hasn't returned to the hotel yet. But their other teacher, Utsumi Shichimori, was there. Maybe he'll know? Walking up to him, "Excuse me... Mr. Shichimori, would you happen to know of a library that would have something on Excorcism?"</s>
| <|message|>Lorelai de Windt
Time flows on, and Lorelai's ire had dulled to a determination to see herself pushed even harder to improve herself, lest she repeat the poor performance that saw her all but useless against the assailant. By all accounts they'd not see her or Seirin again, the heiress' importance crystal clear even to the oblivious blonde, but that was no excuse not to better herself. A grueling physical regime would normally be her chosen recourse, but seeing as they were in Kyoto, she had other resources to call upon.
With her knew spear still in the works, it seemed only appropriate to learn a new art to pair alongside it. Her own styles, while effective, were more...utilitarian, then measures of skill. They brought brute force to bare and let her exert the fullness of her strength, but they didn't leverage much beyond that. That had seen her learning the arts of a man long past, one whose teaching would normally demand a cooler head, but the Dutch-Japanese could be doggedly single minded in her pursuit of a physical achievement.
Inner peace? Not by a long shot. But putting her body and mind into a single action wasn't that far off from her usual single minded approach.
Hmm, why do I feel like Munemori-San is rolling in his grave... The blonde thought, the groans of ancestral spirits ringing ominously over head as she took a moment to quirk her head mid-kata, only to resume when the dojo's sensei cast her a recriminating look. Eh, can't be more important this.</s> |
<|description|>Lorelai de Windt
Age: 17
Race: Human
Nationality: Dutch / Japanese
Personality: A starry eyed youth, heart ablaze and hands layered in the callouses of constant work with the spear. She laughs easily and openly, equal parts absent and ignorant to deceit as she goes about her schooling. Enjoys physical challenges, anything she can work on with her hands appeals to her, but she finds herself averse to puzzles and trivia games. Not the brightest of people but tries to compensate with earnestness and effort. Feels a touch of envy for mages who can barely lift a tome weighing more then ten pounds but can summon phantasmal creatures to aid them, but is too consious of hurting their feelings to voice or act upon it.
Backstory:
The de Windt's have a longer history in Japan then they do with their own family name, tracing their line all the way back to the early Dutch who helped crush the Shimabara-Amakusa Rebellion and securing themselves as the sole European power still tolerated in the country till their borders were forced open two centuries later. Relations tensed in the past century given world events, but their connection of the magical side of things made surviving changing times unscathed a more reasonable affair.
The descendent of Dutch merchant marines now stands, ignorant of the blood upon her lineage and with her sights set only upon a bright shining future. As a child she played with sticks, golden hair flying wildly as she chased and was chased by boys from a sleepy countryside village, the glory of a bustling market long since given way to the twilight of after years, where all still lingered neither prospering nor failing. A haven to retire to and the breeding ground of childhood ambitions for something more, the harsh clang of steel and the burn of a wooden shaft twisting against her palms.
The young Lorelai had no word for what she sought, only that she was compelled to push herself hard and long even at the expense of more mundane studies. Times of play gave way to earnest training under the attentive eye of parents, always losing herself amidst a field of sunflowers. Tilling the land for miles with only a hoe, only to carry bags of seed and sowing by hand till her blisters wept and her hands were a mix of caked dirt and weeping scarlet. She laid the groundwork for true martial training with her own hands, surrounding herself in the flowers of her long distant homeland before every knowing the true heft of a weapon in hand.
The nameless conviction carried her far from home, the sunflowers wilting as her gaze turned to the academy of her dreams, where her heart knew she'd be a step closer to fulfillment.
---
Battle with Shinzou. 6/7/21
Stats:
END: 71 (B)
STR: 65 (C)
DEX: 60 (B)
AGI: 70 (B)
INT: 5 (F)
WIL: 5 (F)
CHR: 20 (D)
SPT: 35 (D)
LCK: 5 (F)
---
Weapons:
Worn Spear-An implement she's trained with for the last two years, knowing it's every groove and how much strain it can take. Carries it with pride and cleans the head habitually even when not used. Can support her own weight vaulting with it even in Composite Armor.
Shatter Star Fragments: Remnants of a magic canceling sword.
Gear:
Composite Armor: An armor made predominantly of leather with added plate along one arm and shoulders for protection without comprimising her agility between and in combat.
Independent:
Spirit Boost- As an Earth Human, Lorelai has a wellspring of inner power waiting to be tapped into. 40% boost to Spirit when over 50. Currently: Inactive.
De Windt Bloodline: Her birthright as a member of the De Windt family cultured over the generations and the events they played part to.
Friend of Tengu: The Tengu feather that is on her will allow her to be identified as a friend of Mt. Kurama Tengu. Ordinarily Tengu are quite pervasive about people, often staying distant, or even hostile at times. As a result of her actions also, a certain Tengu has appeared as a student on campus... This also makes her elligible to learn further Tengu Arts.
Major Skills:
Farmer's Last Resort- The spear has long been the weapon of peasentry, with a low skill barrier to use but a ceiling as distant as the stars above. To call oneself a novice is to stand firm against charging adversaries and hold your spear true. Level: 2 (6pts)
Dieter's Fields-Moving beyond tactics of the peasentry is the true spirit of combat with a spear, understanding the advantage that comes with a greater reach then a sword and learning to use the full range of motion to aspire towards heights most would never consider. Level: 1 (5 pts)
Fujiwara Shinto Exorcism Manuscript Volume 1 - A manuscript detailing standard seals for Shinto style exorcism. It's multi-purpose too being mainly focused on protection and support if it isn't a spell that's for exorcism.2 Points.
Yagyu Shingan-Ryu (Yari Spear). 2 Points.
Major Skill Points Free: 6
Minor Skills:
Iron Flesh- Level: 1 (2 pts)
Indomitable- Level: 1 (2pts)
Follow Up- Level: 2 (4pts)
Dragon Rage- Level: 2 (4pts)
Second Wind- Level: 1 (2pts)
Signature Move: Ride the Wind- Level: 1 (2pts)
Forms:Farmer's Last Resort:
Form One - Forward March
Execution: Lunge forward, thrusting forward with both hands on the spear before returning to starting position.
Principle: The simplest way to attack. Power comes from the force of movement making even frail arms provide lethal force.
Form Two - Shield Wall
Execution: Hold an arm out and across your chest, bracing the spear atop it as though you were holding a shield. Thrust forward, sliding over the arm for a quick jab. Mastery requires using your 'shield' to redirect a misaligned thrust into a true strike as it passed over.
Principle: An aided strike that develops arm strength in thrusts without heavy dependence on personal skill. A foundation in controlling the spear without both hands upon it.
Form Three - Breaching The Wall
Execution: Grasping the spear with both hands and positioning it overhead, thrusting at an angle as though going over a barrier to reach it.
Principle: Trains the arms to support the spear without any aid and cements the users balance.
Dieter's Fields:
Form One - Quench the Thorns
Execution: Performing a standard thrust at such speed so as to look to have not moved. Done with a firm stance rooted to the ground for superior handling.
Principle: The basis for all spear fighting, connecting the stolid base of a Novice to the more fluid Journeyman. Teaches speed and coordination with the spear.
Form Two - Sow the Land
Execution: Perform a wide slash with the spear, shifting hands down a palm length before swinging back around, continueing till they've gone both ways along the shaft.
Principle: Understands a fuller range of motion and acclimates the hand to gripping the spear at any length with reasonable surety.
Form Three - Break the Frost
Execution: A heavy handed swing against a training target that bounces off, rotates fully around the user and transitions into a thrust.
Principle: Introduces power into the techniques and creates a flow between prior forms.
Form Four - Exalt the Harvest
Execution:Steps forward sharply, putting weight on the lead foot as the spear is raised from behind, overhead, and slammed down in a crescent arc.
Principle: An aggressive helm splitter that further develops power based on where the shaft is held to extend or shorten the arc.
Technique:
Ride the Wind: A stationary leap upwards from a crouch, grasping the spear firmly in both hands before driving it downwards tip first as you land upon and stab through an enemy. Lorelai throws the entirety of her being into the attack, sacrificing footing for the added power of crashing upon them.</s>
<|message|>Otis Tan Arillo
Minazuki
Assassination attempt investigation, hrm? Made sense then. And considering the matter of the mask...
"Fine." Otis had suspected as much. It remained a curiosity to him that humans were so eager to segregate themselves from the other sentient races in the world, but perhaps a sense of xenophobia was easier to foster when you only spend time with those similar to one's self. He shrugged off that idea, storing into his mind that Utsumi was lying. That teacher had told them to set up room arrangements for groups of four, without mentioning anything about how those of a more incorporeal slant would not be arriving at their room at all for a sizable portion of the singular week they'd be spending in Kyoto. Even in the absence of any nefarious kidnapping, there was no reason why the training the demons had to undertake meant that they couldn't return to their hotel rooms at night.
Simply put, shit stank bad.
As Ultana offered a suitable distraction for him, Otis drew out a piece of paper and a pencil. He closed his eyes briefly, his exceptional intelligence retrieving the details of that assassin's mask in far greater detail than what his phone's camera could capture, before he drew multiple variations of that same mask from different angles upon the piece of paper. There was a slight pause as the Strigidae's mind raced through any other possible details that seemed unique, but after a while, he stopped and wrote down a simple question instead, before folding the letter in half.
"Utsumi," Otis said, waving the letter towards the man. "If you receive reports, you can send reports. Can you send this to Koyuki?"
Within the letter, the question address to the kitsune was simple: "Where can you buy this, specifically? -Otis"</s>
<|message|>Ultana Whelen
Ultana Whelen
As the teacher responded to her requested it almost seemed like she might've not been able to go before he reveals that their teacher Kuuto gave them a permit to enter the library. Though, instead of giving her the talisman she thought was the permit, he had her place her finger on it before something appeared on her hand before disappearing. If she wasn't to be given the talisman, than it appeared to her that the 'permit' might just happen to be what appeared on her hand a second ago. A magical permit?
As the teacher explained, the library happens to be in a familiar location. The shrine where she was able to learn the Overflowing flame technique, the Fujiwara estate. She was confused at first but he later made sense of it that the library was beneath it, underground. Now that she got what she wanted, she thanked the teacher and immediately left the hotel and made her way over to the shrine. Once Ultana reached the Fujiwara shrine, she went up to someone who works at the shrine.
"Hello, my name is Ultana Whelen, I'm here to see the library." She greeted them as she showed them her hand.</s>
| <|message|>Lorelai de Windt
The hardest part was sitting still for an hour while all the regulars got to demonstrate their arts. Even without an interest in swordsmanship she could be impressed by the display and ache to practice it, but she wasn't raised to be rude when this was done for the Silver Gate student's benefit. They had limited time and there was much that could be learned, so cramming everything short of CPR into an hour was hardly tedious.
When the demonstrations concluded she didn't hesitate to proclaim her interest into the yari spear. It would not be long till she had one of her own and she wouldn't embarrass Muramasa-san by fumbling it just because she couldn't account for the difference in weight and length. She could tell already this would be significantly longer then her more westernized spear, but hey, that just meant she had an edge in pole vaulting, right? That, and stabbing, but the obvious need not be stated.
"I shall be proficient in using the Yari before I leave Kyoto, or I shall train with a weighted staff for the next year, I swear it!" The blonde declared passionately to the instructor, eyes almost seeming to be aflame as she pumped her fist before the older sensei.</s> |
<|description|>Lorelai de Windt
Age: 17
Race: Human
Nationality: Dutch / Japanese
Personality: A starry eyed youth, heart ablaze and hands layered in the callouses of constant work with the spear. She laughs easily and openly, equal parts absent and ignorant to deceit as she goes about her schooling. Enjoys physical challenges, anything she can work on with her hands appeals to her, but she finds herself averse to puzzles and trivia games. Not the brightest of people but tries to compensate with earnestness and effort. Feels a touch of envy for mages who can barely lift a tome weighing more then ten pounds but can summon phantasmal creatures to aid them, but is too consious of hurting their feelings to voice or act upon it.
Backstory:
The de Windt's have a longer history in Japan then they do with their own family name, tracing their line all the way back to the early Dutch who helped crush the Shimabara-Amakusa Rebellion and securing themselves as the sole European power still tolerated in the country till their borders were forced open two centuries later. Relations tensed in the past century given world events, but their connection of the magical side of things made surviving changing times unscathed a more reasonable affair.
The descendent of Dutch merchant marines now stands, ignorant of the blood upon her lineage and with her sights set only upon a bright shining future. As a child she played with sticks, golden hair flying wildly as she chased and was chased by boys from a sleepy countryside village, the glory of a bustling market long since given way to the twilight of after years, where all still lingered neither prospering nor failing. A haven to retire to and the breeding ground of childhood ambitions for something more, the harsh clang of steel and the burn of a wooden shaft twisting against her palms.
The young Lorelai had no word for what she sought, only that she was compelled to push herself hard and long even at the expense of more mundane studies. Times of play gave way to earnest training under the attentive eye of parents, always losing herself amidst a field of sunflowers. Tilling the land for miles with only a hoe, only to carry bags of seed and sowing by hand till her blisters wept and her hands were a mix of caked dirt and weeping scarlet. She laid the groundwork for true martial training with her own hands, surrounding herself in the flowers of her long distant homeland before every knowing the true heft of a weapon in hand.
The nameless conviction carried her far from home, the sunflowers wilting as her gaze turned to the academy of her dreams, where her heart knew she'd be a step closer to fulfillment.
---
Battle with Shinzou. 6/7/21
Stats:
END: 71 (B)
STR: 65 (C)
DEX: 60 (B)
AGI: 70 (B)
INT: 5 (F)
WIL: 5 (F)
CHR: 20 (D)
SPT: 35 (D)
LCK: 5 (F)
---
Weapons:
Worn Spear-An implement she's trained with for the last two years, knowing it's every groove and how much strain it can take. Carries it with pride and cleans the head habitually even when not used. Can support her own weight vaulting with it even in Composite Armor.
Shatter Star Fragments: Remnants of a magic canceling sword.
Gear:
Composite Armor: An armor made predominantly of leather with added plate along one arm and shoulders for protection without comprimising her agility between and in combat.
Independent:
Spirit Boost- As an Earth Human, Lorelai has a wellspring of inner power waiting to be tapped into. 40% boost to Spirit when over 50. Currently: Inactive.
De Windt Bloodline: Her birthright as a member of the De Windt family cultured over the generations and the events they played part to.
Friend of Tengu: The Tengu feather that is on her will allow her to be identified as a friend of Mt. Kurama Tengu. Ordinarily Tengu are quite pervasive about people, often staying distant, or even hostile at times. As a result of her actions also, a certain Tengu has appeared as a student on campus... This also makes her elligible to learn further Tengu Arts.
Major Skills:
Farmer's Last Resort- The spear has long been the weapon of peasentry, with a low skill barrier to use but a ceiling as distant as the stars above. To call oneself a novice is to stand firm against charging adversaries and hold your spear true. Level: 2 (6pts)
Dieter's Fields-Moving beyond tactics of the peasentry is the true spirit of combat with a spear, understanding the advantage that comes with a greater reach then a sword and learning to use the full range of motion to aspire towards heights most would never consider. Level: 1 (5 pts)
Fujiwara Shinto Exorcism Manuscript Volume 1 - A manuscript detailing standard seals for Shinto style exorcism. It's multi-purpose too being mainly focused on protection and support if it isn't a spell that's for exorcism.2 Points.
Yagyu Shingan-Ryu (Yari Spear). 2 Points.
Major Skill Points Free: 6
Minor Skills:
Iron Flesh- Level: 1 (2 pts)
Indomitable- Level: 1 (2pts)
Follow Up- Level: 2 (4pts)
Dragon Rage- Level: 2 (4pts)
Second Wind- Level: 1 (2pts)
Signature Move: Ride the Wind- Level: 1 (2pts)
Forms:Farmer's Last Resort:
Form One - Forward March
Execution: Lunge forward, thrusting forward with both hands on the spear before returning to starting position.
Principle: The simplest way to attack. Power comes from the force of movement making even frail arms provide lethal force.
Form Two - Shield Wall
Execution: Hold an arm out and across your chest, bracing the spear atop it as though you were holding a shield. Thrust forward, sliding over the arm for a quick jab. Mastery requires using your 'shield' to redirect a misaligned thrust into a true strike as it passed over.
Principle: An aided strike that develops arm strength in thrusts without heavy dependence on personal skill. A foundation in controlling the spear without both hands upon it.
Form Three - Breaching The Wall
Execution: Grasping the spear with both hands and positioning it overhead, thrusting at an angle as though going over a barrier to reach it.
Principle: Trains the arms to support the spear without any aid and cements the users balance.
Dieter's Fields:
Form One - Quench the Thorns
Execution: Performing a standard thrust at such speed so as to look to have not moved. Done with a firm stance rooted to the ground for superior handling.
Principle: The basis for all spear fighting, connecting the stolid base of a Novice to the more fluid Journeyman. Teaches speed and coordination with the spear.
Form Two - Sow the Land
Execution: Perform a wide slash with the spear, shifting hands down a palm length before swinging back around, continueing till they've gone both ways along the shaft.
Principle: Understands a fuller range of motion and acclimates the hand to gripping the spear at any length with reasonable surety.
Form Three - Break the Frost
Execution: A heavy handed swing against a training target that bounces off, rotates fully around the user and transitions into a thrust.
Principle: Introduces power into the techniques and creates a flow between prior forms.
Form Four - Exalt the Harvest
Execution:Steps forward sharply, putting weight on the lead foot as the spear is raised from behind, overhead, and slammed down in a crescent arc.
Principle: An aggressive helm splitter that further develops power based on where the shaft is held to extend or shorten the arc.
Technique:
Ride the Wind: A stationary leap upwards from a crouch, grasping the spear firmly in both hands before driving it downwards tip first as you land upon and stab through an enemy. Lorelai throws the entirety of her being into the attack, sacrificing footing for the added power of crashing upon them.</s>
<|message|>Otis Tan Arillo
Minazuki
"I'm always careful," Otis responded. He may be always willing to pull out his gun and shoot someone, but he always had a rational, logical reason for doing that too. Such as assassins trying to kill royal heirs in broad daylight. The Strigidae paused briefly, before adding. "And I don't look for trouble."
Just that it had a habit of finding him while he looked for answers.
Satisfied that Utsumi had at least physically received his letter to Koyuki, Otis strode off. There was a brief consideration towards the prospect of stalking Utsumi and seeing just how the teacher received and sent out reports to the more supernaturally-inclined individuals of the class, but he disregarded that soon enough. Too much effort for too little gain. Rather, considering the abruptness of the incident...the tawny-haired youth twisted his head around, cycling over his memories of those who were offering demonstrations and lessons at the conference. The Strigidae had consumed his fair share of Japanese media before. He had seen his fair share of Ghibli films before, of which Spirited Away was one. Demons and disappearances, which school would offer the fullest understanding of such matters in Kyoto?
Ah.
The Kyoto Alliance of Occultism probably knew something or the other, wouldn't they? With a direction in mind, Otis walked out into the gentle warmth of the morning light in search of that organization.</s>
<|message|>Aurelius Pendragon
Aurelius Pendragon
Aurelius mind raced with the many ideas that could explain how this man could pull off such a feat. This speed could not be natural, the precision of his cut was beyond anything he knew. Swordsmen in Camelot did fight with such speed, men like his father relied on superior technique and brawn to face down those that oppose them. His eyes just stared at the leaf as it slowly floated to the ground, the two halves representing the two halves of his mind seeking two different reasoning; One half sure that this man was using magic, and the other thinking it had to be the sword. That mindset slowly tanked as the man handed a katana to Aurelius, and he reached out to grip it.
"I will practice and meet with you again." Aurelius bowed respectfully, "I look forward to your teachings."
He brought the blade to his side, gripping the handle tightly to feel it's solid wood design. The weight did not match his regular sword, being lighting along the blade, noticing it was heavier in the handle only. A different form of training would be needed to prepare himself with this blade. He felt as though he could wield it to create faster strokes with less force; a novice to using any weapon of its kind. Aurelius turned to face Lady with a genuine smile. "Let's go train."</s>
<|message|>Ultana Whelen
Ultana Whelen - Central Onmyou Library of Fujiwara
It was quite a strange experience, meeting a shikigami for the first time. You hear about them and see them in fiction all the time, but to see them up close was something else. With what she heard, it ended up being just as described but there definitely was some disappointment that they didn't have a human like appearance. Though, that was just the manga and anime influence speaking. There were quite a number of them inside the library along with some onmyouji all over some items at their tables, focused enough to where she didn't have to worry about any distraction. One good thing about places like this, huh?
She asked what the tube like things were and apparently they were something like a container of sorts for entities. I guess somethings were stored via sealed shikigami form instead of written. Was it something to protect older items from being destroyed by time? No....they probably have things like that protected with magic. Maybe it for items of grave importance to where they needed extra measures to keep it safe? Maybe. I wonder if there's something other than shikigami stored in those...Whoops can't let myself get distracted. Wanted to find out about that style the assassin used.
Asking the shikigami, "Where can I find books or scrolls on the fujiwara's clan history? Or what about famous onmyouji?" While the last request was simply out of curiosity for learning of all the famous onmyouji and what they were like (along with about their strength and techniques) but she was hoping with the first quest to see if they had something about the discret arts. Probably not, but worth a look.</s>
| <|message|>Lorelai de Windt
Solemn repetition. That was what defined her stint beneath the instructor's gaze, and Lorelai couldn't have been more at ease. If there was some expectation that the weight and length of the spear would wear her out, they clearly didn't know how much time she put into practicing with a real spear with actual steel to weigh it down. To be fair, the added length pushed her to re-evaluate her arcs and grasp upon it, so it wasn't like she was there showing off to any of the more experienced students.
But she kept her word, as brash as it was, feeling her confidence soar as she worked the yata through fancy footwork and feints against imagined foes. Imagined foes in animal masks, reeking of spilled blood and carrying the chill of departed souls.
"I can do more then this....but for now, this is plenty of progress. Kyah!" Lorelai cheered, executing a vicious downward thrust that would have marred the floormats had the training weapon held a true edge. "I can't wait to practice this with a real weighted weapon!"</s> |
<|description|>Lorelai de Windt
Age: 17
Race: Human
Nationality: Dutch / Japanese
Personality: A starry eyed youth, heart ablaze and hands layered in the callouses of constant work with the spear. She laughs easily and openly, equal parts absent and ignorant to deceit as she goes about her schooling. Enjoys physical challenges, anything she can work on with her hands appeals to her, but she finds herself averse to puzzles and trivia games. Not the brightest of people but tries to compensate with earnestness and effort. Feels a touch of envy for mages who can barely lift a tome weighing more then ten pounds but can summon phantasmal creatures to aid them, but is too consious of hurting their feelings to voice or act upon it.
Backstory:
The de Windt's have a longer history in Japan then they do with their own family name, tracing their line all the way back to the early Dutch who helped crush the Shimabara-Amakusa Rebellion and securing themselves as the sole European power still tolerated in the country till their borders were forced open two centuries later. Relations tensed in the past century given world events, but their connection of the magical side of things made surviving changing times unscathed a more reasonable affair.
The descendent of Dutch merchant marines now stands, ignorant of the blood upon her lineage and with her sights set only upon a bright shining future. As a child she played with sticks, golden hair flying wildly as she chased and was chased by boys from a sleepy countryside village, the glory of a bustling market long since given way to the twilight of after years, where all still lingered neither prospering nor failing. A haven to retire to and the breeding ground of childhood ambitions for something more, the harsh clang of steel and the burn of a wooden shaft twisting against her palms.
The young Lorelai had no word for what she sought, only that she was compelled to push herself hard and long even at the expense of more mundane studies. Times of play gave way to earnest training under the attentive eye of parents, always losing herself amidst a field of sunflowers. Tilling the land for miles with only a hoe, only to carry bags of seed and sowing by hand till her blisters wept and her hands were a mix of caked dirt and weeping scarlet. She laid the groundwork for true martial training with her own hands, surrounding herself in the flowers of her long distant homeland before every knowing the true heft of a weapon in hand.
The nameless conviction carried her far from home, the sunflowers wilting as her gaze turned to the academy of her dreams, where her heart knew she'd be a step closer to fulfillment.
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Battle with Shinzou. 6/7/21
Stats:
END: 71 (B)
STR: 65 (C)
DEX: 60 (B)
AGI: 70 (B)
INT: 5 (F)
WIL: 5 (F)
CHR: 20 (D)
SPT: 35 (D)
LCK: 5 (F)
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Weapons:
Worn Spear-An implement she's trained with for the last two years, knowing it's every groove and how much strain it can take. Carries it with pride and cleans the head habitually even when not used. Can support her own weight vaulting with it even in Composite Armor.
Shatter Star Fragments: Remnants of a magic canceling sword.
Gear:
Composite Armor: An armor made predominantly of leather with added plate along one arm and shoulders for protection without comprimising her agility between and in combat.
Independent:
Spirit Boost- As an Earth Human, Lorelai has a wellspring of inner power waiting to be tapped into. 40% boost to Spirit when over 50. Currently: Inactive.
De Windt Bloodline: Her birthright as a member of the De Windt family cultured over the generations and the events they played part to.
Friend of Tengu: The Tengu feather that is on her will allow her to be identified as a friend of Mt. Kurama Tengu. Ordinarily Tengu are quite pervasive about people, often staying distant, or even hostile at times. As a result of her actions also, a certain Tengu has appeared as a student on campus... This also makes her elligible to learn further Tengu Arts.
Major Skills:
Farmer's Last Resort- The spear has long been the weapon of peasentry, with a low skill barrier to use but a ceiling as distant as the stars above. To call oneself a novice is to stand firm against charging adversaries and hold your spear true. Level: 2 (6pts)
Dieter's Fields-Moving beyond tactics of the peasentry is the true spirit of combat with a spear, understanding the advantage that comes with a greater reach then a sword and learning to use the full range of motion to aspire towards heights most would never consider. Level: 1 (5 pts)
Fujiwara Shinto Exorcism Manuscript Volume 1 - A manuscript detailing standard seals for Shinto style exorcism. It's multi-purpose too being mainly focused on protection and support if it isn't a spell that's for exorcism.2 Points.
Yagyu Shingan-Ryu (Yari Spear). 2 Points.
Major Skill Points Free: 6
Minor Skills:
Iron Flesh- Level: 1 (2 pts)
Indomitable- Level: 1 (2pts)
Follow Up- Level: 2 (4pts)
Dragon Rage- Level: 2 (4pts)
Second Wind- Level: 1 (2pts)
Signature Move: Ride the Wind- Level: 1 (2pts)
Forms:Farmer's Last Resort:
Form One - Forward March
Execution: Lunge forward, thrusting forward with both hands on the spear before returning to starting position.
Principle: The simplest way to attack. Power comes from the force of movement making even frail arms provide lethal force.
Form Two - Shield Wall
Execution: Hold an arm out and across your chest, bracing the spear atop it as though you were holding a shield. Thrust forward, sliding over the arm for a quick jab. Mastery requires using your 'shield' to redirect a misaligned thrust into a true strike as it passed over.
Principle: An aided strike that develops arm strength in thrusts without heavy dependence on personal skill. A foundation in controlling the spear without both hands upon it.
Form Three - Breaching The Wall
Execution: Grasping the spear with both hands and positioning it overhead, thrusting at an angle as though going over a barrier to reach it.
Principle: Trains the arms to support the spear without any aid and cements the users balance.
Dieter's Fields:
Form One - Quench the Thorns
Execution: Performing a standard thrust at such speed so as to look to have not moved. Done with a firm stance rooted to the ground for superior handling.
Principle: The basis for all spear fighting, connecting the stolid base of a Novice to the more fluid Journeyman. Teaches speed and coordination with the spear.
Form Two - Sow the Land
Execution: Perform a wide slash with the spear, shifting hands down a palm length before swinging back around, continueing till they've gone both ways along the shaft.
Principle: Understands a fuller range of motion and acclimates the hand to gripping the spear at any length with reasonable surety.
Form Three - Break the Frost
Execution: A heavy handed swing against a training target that bounces off, rotates fully around the user and transitions into a thrust.
Principle: Introduces power into the techniques and creates a flow between prior forms.
Form Four - Exalt the Harvest
Execution:Steps forward sharply, putting weight on the lead foot as the spear is raised from behind, overhead, and slammed down in a crescent arc.
Principle: An aggressive helm splitter that further develops power based on where the shaft is held to extend or shorten the arc.
Technique:
Ride the Wind: A stationary leap upwards from a crouch, grasping the spear firmly in both hands before driving it downwards tip first as you land upon and stab through an enemy. Lorelai throws the entirety of her being into the attack, sacrificing footing for the added power of crashing upon them.</s>
<|message|>Otis Tan Arillo
Minazuki
So the Kyoto Alliance of Occultism was a union then, one that could only perform exorcist activities in secret, with their actual activities focused more on ensuring that the supernatural and natural worlds did not intersect in any negative fashion. The Fujiwara family, in particular, was the governing family within the alliance, while other exorcist families fulfilled specific niches. That all aligned with Otis's understanding of the different studies that he had been exposed to throughout the conference; certainly, the nature of specialization took advantage of the effects of cooperation. As he bounced about Kyoto, interviewing whichever onmyous he managed to suss out through and noting down their comments, as well as their evasions and deflections, on a pocket journal, the Strigidae was certainly surprised when one approached him directly.
It was a face that was familiar, one from the conference even. Was it mere auspicious coincidence that Motsumine no Fujiwara had crossed paths? Or was it Otis's questioning that had lead to this? No matter what, this was important. Crucial. A rare opportunity. He drew out his smartphone, activated the voice recorder, drew in a breath, and…
"My questions will be in order of decreasing importance. If there are any questions you cannot answer, please say 'No comment.' Now, I will begin, Lord Fujiwara. The Kyoto Alliance of Occultism brings order to both sides of the world, but how is this done? Are there exorcist families that operate only on the supernatural side of the world? Is this 'spirit' world one which is separate in the same way Arcanis is from Earth? How would one enter this spirit world? How far is the reach of the Kyoto Alliance? If it's restrained to Kyoto only, are there other prefectural exorcist alliances around Japan? What about globally? In consideration to the Fujiwara family as the governing body of the Kyoto Alliance, is the organization such that you would delegate to other major families, as in a pyramid hierarchy, or is this all more flat, with only the Fujiwara elevated? How often, even, would those of the spirit world interact with the human world, and for what reasons do these interactions happen? As an associate of the Kaganomiyas, I'm curious as to what their place is in relation to the Kyoto Alliance, seeing how they appear to be overlapping with the 'order-bringing' duties of the Alliance. Amongst all the families associated with the Alliance, which one is the most advanced in terms of advancements towards talisman creation?"
Otis drew in a deep breath, then motioned with an open palm for Motsumine no Fujiwara to begin speaking. He had emptied his mind of questions in a single torrent of words, but already, more were budding in the back of his head.</s>
<|message|>Koyuki
Koyuki
Eiseikato - Inn
Yaaawn. Waking up from her slumber with the stretching of her slender arms, the sleepy fox sat up with her snow white strands in a mess. Strangely, there was not any sunlight beaming through the window to indicate it was morning but the other fox ladies around her have awoken as well. They greeted her and each other a 'Good morning.' so it must be true. It was something she had to get used to around here, she supposed, as she stretched forward in a cat-like manner and letting out another yawn.
The student tidied up her hair and garment to make herself presentable after chatting with her seniors and finally getting up. One of the seniors, Kohane, if she remembered correctly, approached Koyuki and explained the errand she was assigned to do today. Hearing the word 'shopping' perked up her ears, azure eyes twinkled with excitement at the idea of properly navigating the town. After all, right after her arrival to Eiseikato, the fox girl was led towards the inn almost immediately, before she had the chance to fully explore the interesting new town.
"Yes ma'am!" With that, Koyuki was left to prepare her belongings before going onto the errand in town. The little fox rushed towards the locker area where her blue sling bag was stored, the only thing which was on her at the time of coming to this yokai world. She rummaged through the bag to pick out her ce-ll-pho-ne and grinned to herself, excited to finally be a true tourist and snap photos of this new environment. The screen showed that the was no signal, which was expected being in another world and all. With that, she moved towards the front door of the inn.</s>
<|message|>Ultana Whelen
Ultana Whelen - Central Onmyou Library of Fujiwara
Just when she thought it couldn't get any stranger, it did, as it started blinking kind of like a computer when its loading a new page. There was of course it saying to use it's face as a touch screen to view the items that she would like to read. Hmm... Though she originally came here to find out about the style the assassin used, she was kind of interested in checking out Abe no Seimei, considering how many search results he was mentioned in. The other stuff can wait, might as well have some fun and see what kind of stuff they have on the guy.
Once she made her choice, she let the shikigami know so it can get the items. When finished, she made her way over to a vacant table and began to read them.</s>
| <|message|>Lorelai de Windt
For all that Lorelai felt she could keep training for the entire trip, it wasn't fair to the dojo to hog up all their time. They'd doubtless have other visitors and the students who'd already earned their places would probably want their sensei's attention back upon them. That left her with free time and idle hands that would need to be occupied, and the streets of Kyoto had ample attractions to do so.
The level of tourist energy radiating from the ecstatic blonde was so high, she didn't even notice the multiple Starbucks being an obvious chain of cafes, though by the mercy of some divine entity, she didn't manage to spend her entire time mistaking foreign franchises for local delicacies and only wasted time at that one KFC...
With a wallet significantly lighter, one arm laden with bags nestled heavily upon the crook of her elbow, and a hand balancing spears of dango between clenched fingers, she ambled through the crowds. Eyes bright and carefree, she drank in the people as much as she did the local storefronts, growing energized by the steady pulse of life marching up and down the street. A flicker of peculiarity in this stream drew her attention from it, drawn by the splash of color most typical of avian in the form of distant feathers.
Seeing no harm in investigating, she munched on one of her snacks as she sped along towards the splash of color in the sea of humanity.</s> |
<|description|>Lorelai de Windt
Age: 17
Race: Human
Nationality: Dutch / Japanese
Personality: A starry eyed youth, heart ablaze and hands layered in the callouses of constant work with the spear. She laughs easily and openly, equal parts absent and ignorant to deceit as she goes about her schooling. Enjoys physical challenges, anything she can work on with her hands appeals to her, but she finds herself averse to puzzles and trivia games. Not the brightest of people but tries to compensate with earnestness and effort. Feels a touch of envy for mages who can barely lift a tome weighing more then ten pounds but can summon phantasmal creatures to aid them, but is too consious of hurting their feelings to voice or act upon it.
Backstory:
The de Windt's have a longer history in Japan then they do with their own family name, tracing their line all the way back to the early Dutch who helped crush the Shimabara-Amakusa Rebellion and securing themselves as the sole European power still tolerated in the country till their borders were forced open two centuries later. Relations tensed in the past century given world events, but their connection of the magical side of things made surviving changing times unscathed a more reasonable affair.
The descendent of Dutch merchant marines now stands, ignorant of the blood upon her lineage and with her sights set only upon a bright shining future. As a child she played with sticks, golden hair flying wildly as she chased and was chased by boys from a sleepy countryside village, the glory of a bustling market long since given way to the twilight of after years, where all still lingered neither prospering nor failing. A haven to retire to and the breeding ground of childhood ambitions for something more, the harsh clang of steel and the burn of a wooden shaft twisting against her palms.
The young Lorelai had no word for what she sought, only that she was compelled to push herself hard and long even at the expense of more mundane studies. Times of play gave way to earnest training under the attentive eye of parents, always losing herself amidst a field of sunflowers. Tilling the land for miles with only a hoe, only to carry bags of seed and sowing by hand till her blisters wept and her hands were a mix of caked dirt and weeping scarlet. She laid the groundwork for true martial training with her own hands, surrounding herself in the flowers of her long distant homeland before every knowing the true heft of a weapon in hand.
The nameless conviction carried her far from home, the sunflowers wilting as her gaze turned to the academy of her dreams, where her heart knew she'd be a step closer to fulfillment.
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Battle with Shinzou. 6/7/21
Stats:
END: 71 (B)
STR: 65 (C)
DEX: 60 (B)
AGI: 70 (B)
INT: 5 (F)
WIL: 5 (F)
CHR: 20 (D)
SPT: 35 (D)
LCK: 5 (F)
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Weapons:
Worn Spear-An implement she's trained with for the last two years, knowing it's every groove and how much strain it can take. Carries it with pride and cleans the head habitually even when not used. Can support her own weight vaulting with it even in Composite Armor.
Shatter Star Fragments: Remnants of a magic canceling sword.
Gear:
Composite Armor: An armor made predominantly of leather with added plate along one arm and shoulders for protection without comprimising her agility between and in combat.
Independent:
Spirit Boost- As an Earth Human, Lorelai has a wellspring of inner power waiting to be tapped into. 40% boost to Spirit when over 50. Currently: Inactive.
De Windt Bloodline: Her birthright as a member of the De Windt family cultured over the generations and the events they played part to.
Friend of Tengu: The Tengu feather that is on her will allow her to be identified as a friend of Mt. Kurama Tengu. Ordinarily Tengu are quite pervasive about people, often staying distant, or even hostile at times. As a result of her actions also, a certain Tengu has appeared as a student on campus... This also makes her elligible to learn further Tengu Arts.
Major Skills:
Farmer's Last Resort- The spear has long been the weapon of peasentry, with a low skill barrier to use but a ceiling as distant as the stars above. To call oneself a novice is to stand firm against charging adversaries and hold your spear true. Level: 2 (6pts)
Dieter's Fields-Moving beyond tactics of the peasentry is the true spirit of combat with a spear, understanding the advantage that comes with a greater reach then a sword and learning to use the full range of motion to aspire towards heights most would never consider. Level: 1 (5 pts)
Fujiwara Shinto Exorcism Manuscript Volume 1 - A manuscript detailing standard seals for Shinto style exorcism. It's multi-purpose too being mainly focused on protection and support if it isn't a spell that's for exorcism.2 Points.
Yagyu Shingan-Ryu (Yari Spear). 2 Points.
Major Skill Points Free: 6
Minor Skills:
Iron Flesh- Level: 1 (2 pts)
Indomitable- Level: 1 (2pts)
Follow Up- Level: 2 (4pts)
Dragon Rage- Level: 2 (4pts)
Second Wind- Level: 1 (2pts)
Signature Move: Ride the Wind- Level: 1 (2pts)
Forms:Farmer's Last Resort:
Form One - Forward March
Execution: Lunge forward, thrusting forward with both hands on the spear before returning to starting position.
Principle: The simplest way to attack. Power comes from the force of movement making even frail arms provide lethal force.
Form Two - Shield Wall
Execution: Hold an arm out and across your chest, bracing the spear atop it as though you were holding a shield. Thrust forward, sliding over the arm for a quick jab. Mastery requires using your 'shield' to redirect a misaligned thrust into a true strike as it passed over.
Principle: An aided strike that develops arm strength in thrusts without heavy dependence on personal skill. A foundation in controlling the spear without both hands upon it.
Form Three - Breaching The Wall
Execution: Grasping the spear with both hands and positioning it overhead, thrusting at an angle as though going over a barrier to reach it.
Principle: Trains the arms to support the spear without any aid and cements the users balance.
Dieter's Fields:
Form One - Quench the Thorns
Execution: Performing a standard thrust at such speed so as to look to have not moved. Done with a firm stance rooted to the ground for superior handling.
Principle: The basis for all spear fighting, connecting the stolid base of a Novice to the more fluid Journeyman. Teaches speed and coordination with the spear.
Form Two - Sow the Land
Execution: Perform a wide slash with the spear, shifting hands down a palm length before swinging back around, continueing till they've gone both ways along the shaft.
Principle: Understands a fuller range of motion and acclimates the hand to gripping the spear at any length with reasonable surety.
Form Three - Break the Frost
Execution: A heavy handed swing against a training target that bounces off, rotates fully around the user and transitions into a thrust.
Principle: Introduces power into the techniques and creates a flow between prior forms.
Form Four - Exalt the Harvest
Execution:Steps forward sharply, putting weight on the lead foot as the spear is raised from behind, overhead, and slammed down in a crescent arc.
Principle: An aggressive helm splitter that further develops power based on where the shaft is held to extend or shorten the arc.
Technique:
Ride the Wind: A stationary leap upwards from a crouch, grasping the spear firmly in both hands before driving it downwards tip first as you land upon and stab through an enemy. Lorelai throws the entirety of her being into the attack, sacrificing footing for the added power of crashing upon them.</s>
<|message|>Otis Tan Arillo
YOU THINK AN ONSEN SCENE CAN STOP ME?!
The warmth of the hot springs was the straw that broke Otis's will. After pulling an all-nighter not only to prepare for the grand battle at Nijo Castle, but then another all-nighter to prepare for the possibility of Shinzou's return in the aftermath of the battle, the Strigidae youth had already been exhausted…and then he had gone on and played to his heart's content for the entire rest of the day, blasting virtual zombies, dancing to jarringly electronic music, and getting photos taken of him looking his absolute worse. He could've survived that, of course. He could have pulled another all-nighter if he needed to.
But of all the places they could've eaten, Ultana dragged them to a ramen place, and the warm, greasy broth, the heavy, delicious noodles, sunk deep into his stomach like an anchor that continued to draw him down and down and down.
Thus, when stinky-boi Otis Tan Arillo took to the baths immediately, with efficiency befitting someone who sorely wanted to get cleaned up before crawling under a futon, it took all of five seconds of being submerged in warm waters underneath a starry sky for him to doze off. Within the foggy springs, his ears picked up nothing more than the empty static of the great cosmos, deaf as he was to the giggling of his female classmates undressing. He shook his head up once, abruptly, but already, his amber eyes, dulled by exhaustion and paranoia, closed once more.
Fully naked beyond the handsewn bath towel he draped around his shoulders, Otis fell asleep, unseen and unheard...until he slumped into the waters.
Splash!
...
The gentle lapping of the springs brought a hunched form floating towards Seirin. A swimmer? A prankster? A pervert?
Nay.
A drowned corpse!</s>
<|message|>Aurelius Pendragon
Aurelius Pendragon
The battle with Shinzou had ended almost two full days ago, and yet the young prince couldn't keep his mind off of it. The fight had taught him a lot about himself and what he could improve upon as a swordsman. Despite being unable to defeat him, Aurelius had proven to himself that all his training was paying off. His mind was preoccupied even while Lady tried to drag him out of thought, punching, pushing, and yelling at him did not work; at least none of Lady's attempts to get him to engage with the group activities. For him, playing around was not something he was used to as he had always been forced to fight, learning to survive, and preparing himself to eventually take over a kingdom after his father. Though there was a light at the end of that tunnel, an unexpected reason to engage with everyone.
Suddenly he felt the pull from Lorelai, forcing him to put attention on the on-goings around him. She was not the person that he expected to get him out of his shell. For a second he could only stare at her, the teen's blue eyes shining into his own, mesmerizing him. His mind shook off a peculiar feeling, placing it in the deepest corners for now. As she dragged him to each game, the fun only increased, but he couldn't grasp the fun of a game of shooting, leaving that to Otis. Finally they ended up at Beat Saber, Lorelai engaging his particular love of swords. He played for as long as he could, a smile cracking through and giving him a sense of peace. He was around people that he could call friends, something he had only felt with Lady for so many years. Lorelai had cracked the walls of Aurelius in that moment.
As the night slowed down, and Ultana forced everyone to eat a Ramen shop, a specific taste that Aurelius would never forget. The food enrapturing him, becoming a favorite food in only moments, and everyone could see the joy on his face. Suddenly the feeling reached from the back of his mind, and Aurelius turned his attention back to Lorelai.
"I wanted to say thank you. I probably wouldn't have enjoyed myself if you hadn't pushed." A warm smile contorting Aurelius's stoic look, "I also wanted to praise your spear work from before. I'd love to spar with you when we have the time."</s>
| <|message|>Lorelai de Windt
Enveloped in the warmth of a ramen stall, an upswelling of emotion that complimented the weight of starchy noodles sliding down into her gullet. Her eye drifted to Lady, consious that her noisy slurping was a far cry to the noble's elegant mannerisms, and tried idly to mirror it. A fruitless endeavour but it was a little bit of amusement as she ate, till a nudge beside expanded her awareness to Aurelius.
Her eyes widened, doing a better approximation of an owl then Otis was at the moment. Then her lips quirked upwards and her elbow jut out, bumping his arm softly to keep either from spilling amidst their good humor. "You don't need to thank me when we're all friends here. We've fought traitors and monsters alike, so shouldn't we revel together afterwards as well? It seems the thing warriors tend to do."
"You're swordwork is impressive to me as well, and I had a very nice view of it from atop that fox." Lorelai said glibly, hair swaying merrily as she rocked back on her seat. "Yeah, we should spar some more when we get back on campus. I was surprised how well I could work with Mr. Sleepyhead over there, but he's really shown there's a lot more potential for us to work together!"
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And after a heavy meal came a warm soak, the oddly communal bath doing nothing to dissuade girls and boys alike from enjoying themselves. It didn't even occur to her that the age old anime trope of boys sneaking a peak on bare bodied maidens would occur as she sat near Seirin.
So the floating corpse was spared a slap to the cheek when a lasso of blonde hair in a thick, bouyant braid was swung around his neck. An expert tug brought the corpse rolling gently onto its back, modesty preserved by a sodden towel. The boy floated on the impromptu leash, Lorelai chatting with the other girls blissfully ignorant of any discomfort they might express at the bizarre inclusion of the avian.
If he was so keen to touch her hair, then who was Lorelai to deny him?</s> |
<|description|>Yasu Minori-Schreiber
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Age: 17
Race: Human
Nationality: Japan / Germany
Personality:
Even-tempered and laid back. Though Yasu doesn't talk much and often wears a stoic expression, she's a huge softie behind all that glaring and lack of smile. Some people are just born expressionless OK.
Side-note 1: She's also known to hate unfairness, and can be quite petty.
Side-note 2: She's often mistaken as a boy due to her non-existent bust, to the point that she kinda accepted being viewed as a boy.
Backstory:
Not everybody has an exciting history. Some people are simply born out of a normal family of a normal lineage, and lead a relatively mundane life. Yasu is one of those people.
She was born in Japan, to two loving parents: Abel Schreiber - a third generation German that moved to Japan after World War II; and Asuka Minori - your everyday office lady. She was born in Kariya district, Japan, and never really moved out since.
If there were ever something that's out of the ordinary in Yasu's life, it'd probably be her academic prowess. She was so good at her studies, that even when she was not paying attention to the class, she'd still ace all the tests. While an excellent feat on its own, this had made Yasu feel hollow. Her parents praise her to heaven and back, of course, but she felt no sense of accomplishment. And then there's also the bullying that comes from it.
Perhaps as an escape to the emptiness she felt, Yasu began to pursue knowledge in places outside of classes. She took part in an inter-school debate class, for example. She attended open seminars - took a dib at public speaking class, too. She listened to psychology podcasts and took online courses on human psyche; all in a search to find what she's been missing.
The bullying eventually stopped. In fact, due to her now-refined communication skills, her peers have started to shift their view from detestable genius, into a charismatic shadow leader of the students' board. It was a welcome change, yet still, something felt missing.
Then, one day she found what she was missing.
She was taking a nap at the library back then. She had a dream. A weird dream, yet a very pleasant one. In it, she was a magician: a little winged fairy with her little magician cape and little magician hat. She would fly around the world on her trusty steed - the flying magic cardboard, playing with the stars, the moon, and the lovely children of the night (whatever that was).
For once, she felt fun. Whimsical and silly and absurd, yes. Very. But it was fun!
And when she woke up, the book she slept on had turned into a steel-bound grimoire.
"... What?" She asked. She did not remember taking this particular book. Yet for some reason, she felt the book calling to her. That she and the book shares a certain intimate relationship.
Then, weeks later, a certain Professor approached her with an opportunity to transfer to Silver Gate Academy. Can you believe that? The Silvergate Academy. He said he's a history professor, and the book that somehow came into Yasu's possession is an important artefact for his study and he'd want Yasu's help in researching the contents with him.
Needles to say, Yasu accepted right away.
[Stat System]END: F (10)
STR: F (5)
DEX: F (10)
AGI: E (10)
INT: C (45)
>WIL: C (25)
CHR: B (50)
>SPT: E (10)
>LCK: D (30)
[Combat]Equipment
Steel-Bound Grimoire that somehow got into her possession. Most of the pages are blank, but Yasu can feel something special within. Something.. Magical.
Gear
??
Others
??
Independent
- Martial Awakening: Gain a permanent 40% boost to SPT when it reached 50 or above.
- Imaginarium Index: You hold one of the artifacts suspected to be connected to true magic. You are at this school at the behest of a professor who wishes to study it, and you are the only one who appears to be able to access it. The grimoire you have enhances all of your magic as long as you hold it, and can record up to 3 spells. This Independent can be improved as you master and use it.
- Orator: Your ability to speak well is able to be used in a manner of situations, such as stalling. Mainly in this case you are able to also persuade others, so long as they will listen.
- Female Prince: Your fashion sense has led to having a boyish charm. It may attract a different crowd than normal.
Major Skills
Arcture Academics Vol. 1 (1 pts)
Arcture Academics Vol. 2 (2 pts)
Arcture Academics Vol. 3 (2 pts)
Minor Skills
- Mystic Dream: Allows the caster to reduce the Cost portions of their spells by one rank. This can only be obtained once, and only has one level. (2 pts)
- Manipulation: Allows the caster to reduce the Difficulty portions of their spells by one rank. This can only be obtained once, and only has one level. (2 pts)
- Focus Pose: While casting, if Yasu stands still with her left hand on top of the Steel Grimoire, her spell's power enhances a little. This applies for all spells. (2 pts)
- Points used: 11/17
Spells
1. Icy Wind
2. Icicle Arrow
3. Wind Shot
4. Heal
5. Revitalize
6. Scan
7. Fae Light
8. Guard
9. Englove
Imaginarium Index's Spells
1. - N/A -
2. - N/A -
3. - N/A -
Techniques
Bondage Wait no. No such techniques
Received 2 SP from Opening Post
Spending 2 SP to get Arcture Academics Vol. 3
Current Skillpoints: 6</s>
<|message|>Ultana Whelen
Ultana Whelen
It's been a full month since she officially enrolled at Silvergate and still hasn't gotten any closer to finding the answers she seeks. With a sigh, she decided to get her mind off it and opened the spellbook that was in front of her. "Arcture Spellbook Volume 3" It was given to them at the beginning of the school year, one month ago. Though, there was only a few spells in the volume that actually interested her. "Healing Light" and "Ward Of Shields" Given the spells and skills she knows already, she felt a strong need to learn a support and Defense spell.
After all, she wouldn't last long if all she had was offensive spells. Granted, she has that one restraining spell but it's not exactly a skill can she constantly throw around. If she could master "Ward Of Shields", it could definitely help her in the future and a healing spell wouldn't hurt either. Over the course of the month, she was able to get the incantations down pat to where she can easily remember them by heart. As she lazily turned through the pages, halfway tuning out the teacher, she was brought back to reality when the teacher cast his spell.
One word, all it took was one word and he was able to pull out 1 scan spell out of 5 and get the one he wanted. It was definitely amazing, to get all that just from one word, not even amazing could fully cover how great that was. If one could master a spell like that and shorten it to one word, not to mention link it with physical movement.....it would make fighting so much easier. It's definitely something that would Aid spells with long incantations....Hmm, I wonder if there's limits regarding the shortening of certain spells...
Suffice to say, she paid attention to the rest of the class. Before the teacher dismissed the class for golden week, he mentioned new transfer students from Arcanis one month from now. I wonder what they're like and where in Arcanis they're from...Less headaches the better. Losing interest the moment she left the classroom, she decided to head back to the dorm and decide what she'll do during golden week.</s>
<|message|>Lorelai de Windt
Lorelai De Windt
Her notebook lay open before her on the desk, margins packed with chicken scratch so tailor made to the writer that her professors demanded any homework longer then a short answer be typed. Sprawled out in ink and graphite was the sum total of the days lecture lost to frantic confusion that saw sections split across multiple pages and some sentences ending mid-letter stroke because the professor had moved on faster then she could scratch. In spite of that, for an hour of class she had managed to laden down six pages in so many notes there was surely no way to fail.
Lorelai had absoluletly no idea what lay before her, much less what the professor had just demonstrated. She wanted to cry on the spot, but with that being her outlook the entire semester, she had long since grown used to putting on a smile and idly asking her classmates about their golden week plans. Her books felt like leaden weights in her arms as she laughed at some of the sillier answers, or sharing a wistful sigh at those who planned to head off to the beaches or go meet up with family after long monthes apart.
The spines of her books strained under the pressure of her grip and Lorelai had to forcefully exhale, loosening her grasp under the pretense of brushing at her uniform's skirt. There was a nagging desire for some physical release from her stress and she let her thoughts drift towards the Silver Farms. It wasn't a terribly large span of land but the prospect of getting her hands dirty under the sun, working her body to help produce some of the strange and delightful crops from the linked worlds set her heart at ease.
"Maybe I can ask about planting sunflowers. Florist Ume does seem to have stock out of season for it-" There was a hard crack as she walked head first into the doorway, heads turning to see her brow planted deadcenter to the wood while she blinked away stars. "Why does it keep jumping out at me like this?!"
Face flushing with the heat of attention she cried out an incoherent apology and fled the room in a whirl. The sound of further crashes would tell just how poorly she handled the stairwell.</s>
| <|message|>Yasu Minori-Schreiber
The past month had been eye-opening for Yasu. Not only did she get to learn about the existence of magic, she even took class for it. A class, full of people her own age. Being taught magic. By teachers. Who specializes in magic. How rad is that? Sure, Yasu did not show it in her face, but everyday had been very exciting for her.
She scribbled and drew mindmaps on her notes as Mr. Shichimori explained stuffs about short incantation and physical inference - something she never did during her years of normal school, by the way - and enjoyed every second of it. She was so absorbed in her study that, to outsiders, she might seem like an addict getting a high from her favourite drugs, perhaps.
Then the bell rang and class was dismissed.
"Aw man, no magic class for a whole week?" she thought to herself. Of course, she knew that rest is important for the long run, but she would prefer if this holiday came after another month or so, because let's face it, she hadn't had enough. She wanted to know more about magic: their history, their application, and the possibility to integrate them to society in the (far) future.
Still, there are plenty of way to spend time. Yasu was particularly intrigued by Mr. Shichimori's last announcement: transfer students from Arcanis. That place did not ring a bell to Yasu, which means it's time to hit the library and learn a thing or two about them.
Clearing out her desk and tidying her locker, Yasu readied herself to go to the library.</s> |
<|description|>Fran Reyriver
Silver Gate Academy
Archival Section
Spells and Martial Arts System
Character Sheet and Stat System
World and Magical World
As players create characters with new spells and martial arts, more and more will be added to these compendiums.
Spell Compendium
Martial Arts Forms
Staff Members
(Note: Players are free to make Supporting Characters that are teachers. Unfortunately a player's main character cannot be a teacher under any circumstance.)
ELEMENTARY SCHOOL TEACHERS
HIGHSCHOOL TEACHERS
Age: 26
Race: Earth Human
Nationality: Eastern Europe
Overview: The mysterious and often-missing Fran is a teacher at the highschool level, teaching History. Due to her frequent absence however she was rejected from teaching archaeology and ancient history at the university level, though her apprentice was accepted. Those who claim to have seen her will insist that she is a true beauty, but she's so rarely seen that no one can but take people's word for it. Fact of the matter is she's blunt, and despite her appearance, lacks grace in her dialogue. It can be said she is quite brutal too.
Tier: Master
Combat Data: Fran is a master of the art of magic knights. Using magic rather than ki to embolden her abilities, but applying magical power similarly to Ki, as inherent energy rather than manipulated energy. As a result she by default has a strong resistance to magical disruption, allowing her to venture through unknown areas that are dense with mana, and as the magic is already flowing through her in such a way, spells she casts as buffs upon herself take an enhanced effect, being internal rather than external. She also has mastery of water magic, and is a peerless swordsman in her own right. The main threat from her, is her strength combined with indomitability, stemming from her appliance of magical energy, and her water magic allows her to make up for any other shortcomings to some extent.
Name: Maeleene Rainroad
Age: 24
Race: Earth Human
Nationality: Eastern Europe
Overview: The Substitute Teacher for History class, substituting for her master Fran. However it is a normal mistake to think she is the main teacher, since she takes almost 90% of the classes taught for history, for the pure fact she's not always missing. Maeleene herself is a rather friendly girl with a seething frustration beneath that smile, to which she won't hesitate to vent at any opportune moment, often violently. Thus it's only ever seen if there is any serious misconduct.
Tier: Advanced
Combat Data: Similar to her master, she is also a Magic Knight style mage, using martial abilities with magic as a source rather than ki. However she is a bit more of a caster than her master, using a combination of offensive magic and fencing to keep opponents at an ideal distance, while she pelts them with relentless assaults away from relative harm. Despite being the student, she is the one who knows more spells.
Name: Utsumi Shichimori
Age: 25
Race: Earth Human
Nationality: Tokyo
Overview: Seemingly unremarkable from a glance, Utsumi is an accomplished professor on magical studies, and teaches the subject for the highschool level. His analytical skills have led many of his peers to point out that he could be a great mage, yet he has no ambition to become stronger. His own competency was merely a result of his passion for his work. If he's not teaching, he's either doing some research on current events within Arcanis, or travelling if he has more than a few days off.
Tier: Advanced
Combat Data: Utsumi has few unique talents, in fact his only unique talent is his analytical ability, being able to break down the performance of his enemies, and his students, which has led him to become an excellent teacher. There is only one thing he is known for and that is his ability to use delayed cast spells to such an intensely specific timing and degree it feels as if he's ten steps ahead. He also has a personally expanded Scan spell that can display the information of up to 24 people at a time. Normally when this spell is in use (as he's shared it with other mages) they require several people to be keeping track, making it a portable headquarter. However his mental acuity has allowed him to effectively keep track of all 24 on his own. He has a command over a wide variety of basic or accessible spells as well.</s>
<|message|>Otis Tan Arillo
Minazuki
Assassination attempt investigation, hrm? Made sense then. And considering the matter of the mask...
"Fine." Otis had suspected as much. It remained a curiosity to him that humans were so eager to segregate themselves from the other sentient races in the world, but perhaps a sense of xenophobia was easier to foster when you only spend time with those similar to one's self. He shrugged off that idea, storing into his mind that Utsumi was lying. That teacher had told them to set up room arrangements for groups of four, without mentioning anything about how those of a more incorporeal slant would not be arriving at their room at all for a sizable portion of the singular week they'd be spending in Kyoto. Even in the absence of any nefarious kidnapping, there was no reason why the training the demons had to undertake meant that they couldn't return to their hotel rooms at night.
Simply put, shit stank bad.
As Ultana offered a suitable distraction for him, Otis drew out a piece of paper and a pencil. He closed his eyes briefly, his exceptional intelligence retrieving the details of that assassin's mask in far greater detail than what his phone's camera could capture, before he drew multiple variations of that same mask from different angles upon the piece of paper. There was a slight pause as the Strigidae's mind raced through any other possible details that seemed unique, but after a while, he stopped and wrote down a simple question instead, before folding the letter in half.
"Utsumi," Otis said, waving the letter towards the man. "If you receive reports, you can send reports. Can you send this to Koyuki?"
Within the letter, the question address to the kitsune was simple: "Where can you buy this, specifically? -Otis"</s>
<|message|>Ultana Whelen
Ultana Whelen
As the teacher responded to her requested it almost seemed like she might've not been able to go before he reveals that their teacher Kuuto gave them a permit to enter the library. Though, instead of giving her the talisman she thought was the permit, he had her place her finger on it before something appeared on her hand before disappearing. If she wasn't to be given the talisman, than it appeared to her that the 'permit' might just happen to be what appeared on her hand a second ago. A magical permit?
As the teacher explained, the library happens to be in a familiar location. The shrine where she was able to learn the Overflowing flame technique, the Fujiwara estate. She was confused at first but he later made sense of it that the library was beneath it, underground. Now that she got what she wanted, she thanked the teacher and immediately left the hotel and made her way over to the shrine. Once Ultana reached the Fujiwara shrine, she went up to someone who works at the shrine.
"Hello, my name is Ultana Whelen, I'm here to see the library." She greeted them as she showed them her hand.</s>
<|message|>Lorelai de Windt
Lorelai De Windt
The hardest part was sitting still for an hour while all the regulars got to demonstrate their arts. Even without an interest in swordsmanship she could be impressed by the display and ache to practice it, but she wasn't raised to be rude when this was done for the Silver Gate student's benefit. They had limited time and there was much that could be learned, so cramming everything short of CPR into an hour was hardly tedious.
When the demonstrations concluded she didn't hesitate to proclaim her interest into the yari spear. It would not be long till she had one of her own and she wouldn't embarrass Muramasa-san by fumbling it just because she couldn't account for the difference in weight and length. She could tell already this would be significantly longer then her more westernized spear, but hey, that just meant she had an edge in pole vaulting, right? That, and stabbing, but the obvious need not be stated.
"I shall be proficient in using the Yari before I leave Kyoto, or I shall train with a weighted staff for the next year, I swear it!" The blonde declared passionately to the instructor, eyes almost seeming to be aflame as she pumped her fist before the older sensei.</s>
| <|message|>Fran Reyriver
Kyoto
Friday, June 3rd 20XX
Morning
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Ultana
-Am-X
Central Onmyou Library of Fujiwara
"Welcome to the Central Onmyou Library of the Fujiwara, here we record all historical texts and techniques pertaining to onmyoudo. Many aspiring onmyou may order or request texts from our halls, or visit them directly. The security of our library is handled not by people, but by shikigami that have been made to be servants of the facility's core. As a result, do please try not to do anything suspicious, as the leniency of a human will not be present should you be judged harshly by our systems. Furthermore, if you do not find what you need here, might we suggest the branches in... Tokyo, Hokkaido, Shimonoseki, and Nagasaki. That will be all for the introduction. Do not hesitate to ask the shikigami for assistance, please, have a good day".
The last few minutes for Ultana was, strange, surrounded mainly by shikigami, and a few onmyouji who were poring over some texts over at some tables. Well, she could easily just ask the shikigami that has become dormant in front of her for directions, right? Though this was all done by magic, it felt a lot more like a robot than anything else. These shikigami looked a lot more like what she'd been led to believe they looked like, that being triangle pieces of paper with two arms and a circle for a head. Some of them had different markings likely to indicate roles, as well as varying sizes. There were numerous small ones that acted as guides like this one, as well as others at human size to handle stock like the staff of a library.
Fortunately this facility despite it's archaic ancient Japanese architecture, was clean, and well lit. There was still a rustic atmosphere along with it almost seeming like a shrine... Well, actually there was a shrine, in the very center of this underground library, with a shikigami there behind a counter. The aisles of this library were strange. While some were traditional books and even scrolls, others were... Tubes? If she asked one of the shikigami what they were, they were called kuda, a kind of container that contained entities. Supposedly some information was kept in dormant and safely stored shikigami rather than written, for various reasons apparently.
Otis
Uzamari Ryokan
"Oh, yes I can do that. She'll be receiving it later today", Utsumi replied. He took the letter and put it away. What he'd do to send them off later was use a familiar to get it to a messenger between this and the next world. Eiseikato had a group of 'scouts' so to speak who kept an eye on the outside while also with authorized persons send messages, supplies, and so on. They did trading with the outside world afterall, through strictly private and confidential connections.
"Well, I hope you're enjoying your time here. I also trust you'll be careful with the weapons you may end up carrying, as part of your studies", like any teacher he gave some imparting worries, but frankly other than the events of yesterday, the impression Utsumi had of Otis was he was rather cautious.
"But, I'm sure you may have noticed, certain people running around and all, city's not the most calm right now, so just my suggestion to try not getting into any trouble alright?"
Lorelai
Yagyu Shingan Dojo
"My that's quite the spirit, I admire that, let it be more than just boasting then", she responded.
As the students began to choose what they wanted to try out, everyone split off to different groups in the dojo to practice the basics of their chosen forms. Lorelai was put with a few girls from the dojo, while the sensei watched every group from afar. It seems today was just basics, things like getting the form down, getting used to the yari, some of the key footwork, and so on.
The things she would be practicing consisted of doing the basic thrusts and the footwork. There wasn't much, but it would be practiced in repetition until she got used to it. Due to her experience with a proper steel weapon, she should very quickly acclimate to the weight and length of the practice yari.</s> |
<|description|>Icarus Ochre
Stone walls do not a prison make, nor iron bars a cage
Appearance:
Age: 16
Race: Demon, Phoenix
Nationality: Solitum Desert, Arcanis
Personality:
Definitionally, Icarus is a coward, a fool, and an idiot.
It might seem contradictory for an eternal firebird to be defined by cowardice, but then again Icarus isn't exactly your average phoenix. It's not like any sort of well thought-out cowardice, but he is just easily panicked. He's anxious about a lot of things all of the time, has a nasty habit of inventing new things to be anxious about, and this high-strung mentality leaves him prone to freaking out in response to unexpected stimulus. Or just that little extra push over the edge.
On the topic of freaking out, it's not just heart-pounding terror that Icarus wears on his sleeves. Really, it's all of his emotions. He tries quite desperately to emulate the cool, serene attitudes of his forebears, but lacking their experience all he has is a thin shell of serenity that cracks under the slightest pressure, almost exactly unlike a well-balanced egg. Anger, love, embarrassment, it all comes surging to the surface the moment any of his keys get pressed. And Icarus is basically a pipe organ in that regard.
Compounding all of his immaturity, or perhaps causing it, is another one of Icarus's contradictions: while patient, and more than willing to wait for results, he is consistently shortsighted. He doesn't really imagine the consequences of his actions beyond how they will affect him immediately, which is likely to give him some trouble making and keeping friends.
When his many flaws and foibles don't get in the way, Icarus could be charitably described as driven, determined, and ultimately he is willing to get down and dirty to get what he wants. And to be fair, it is his desire to soar above the clouds and do something outside the norm that brought him to Silver Gate to begin with.
Backstory:
Some people define themselves by their hardships, the adversities they have faced, and Icarus is not one of those.
Some by their accomplishments, having already carved their name into the world at a young age, or taken pride in some minor act that to them was magnificent, yet that is also not he.
Some are just born with a silver spoon in their mouths, blessed by circumstance, and that might well describe Icarus.
To be fair that might well describe most phoenixes, being born full of fiery passion; a species both powerful and impossibly long-lived. Most creatures are lying when they say they have all the time in the world for good fortune to pass their way, but phoenixes really do, and they're more than happy to remind you of it.
It was this sort of blessed life that Icarus was born into. Sure, as a demon there is always the threat of stepping on the toes of the Arrows, who were always looking for any slip ups, but his family was full of the good sorts. Well, good sorts for demons. So they didn't have to worry too much about drawing the ire of their patient wardens. Nonetheless, Icarus lived in a world of relative comfort, perhaps not quite nobility, but certainly knowing that he was a Have in a world of Have-Nots. A phoenix surrounded by imps. Childhood, sweet and innocent, marked quite distinctly with something foul.
So it was probably a bit of a surprise to everyone, Icarus included, when his traitorous beak decided the dinner table was the perfect place to say he wanted to go to a human school. He had only just been considering it—the idea had intrigued him in ways he could barely even put to words—it wasn't even really part of the conversation at hand, but it was out in the open in that moment. And quite suddenly he found himself the center of everyone's attention.
Oh, they did try to dissuade him, which only seemed to deepen his interest. When an old phoenix tells a little fletchling that they know exactly what it's like to feel young, rebellious, and heartbreakingly reckless, there's no way to really say they haven't. They've gone through that part of life time and time again after all. Oh he'd never fit in amongst such fragile, very mortal creatures. They'd never understand, the gulf was just too big. At least imps understood what it meant to be a demon.
"But what if I could understand what it means to be human?"
Which is exactly the sort of thing that gets met with chortles and guffaws coming from a 14-year-old speaking to a room full of adults who had been teenagers quite a few times themselves.
Incensed, inflamed, and with his pride just a wee bit pricked by those around him, Icarus returned to roost that night prepared to show up everyone. The humans were so short-lived, so very inventive, they fought for every inch of life they could get. And that buzzed around in his head.
Perhaps what drove him most was that laughter though. That also buzzed around in there, playing on loop.
Encouragement, he couldn't have that. Help wouldn't just come his way. But to get what he wanted he did have something to help him. He had a lot of pride, and it burned to be shut down like that. He had to at least take the chance. Phoenixes could take chances when no one else could after all.
With abandon, Icarus pursued the idea, he got his hands on books, and he read. He prepared, painstakingly. If he was going to convince anyone, even just his parents, to let him go, he couldn't just go anywhere. He needed to perfect his studies, because if he wanted to go, to soothe that ache in his pride, he had to not just show determination to get somewhere, it had to be a place with prestige. Someplace special. And between Alladore and Silver Gate, he chose the latter.
"Chose" is perhaps a strong word for drawing a name out of a hat, but at the last minute he just hadn't been able to make that choice, and left it to chance. And that was a choice all its own.
Passing the exam was pretty easy compared to facing Mother, Father, and the Arrows, but Mother and Father knew very well that their little fletchling had worked hard in the time between first saying those words and the day he really asked to leave. And the Arrows, while every demon's childhood boogeyman, maybe they weren't as scary and cruel as the bedtime stories made them out to be.
He made it, away from home and towards the beacon of magic on earth.
Silver Gate Academy.
END: C 40
STR: E 25
>DEX: D 15
>AGI: D 25
>INT: B 87
WIL: D 40
CHR: E 25
SPT: F 5
>LCK: D 35
-Equipment-
Weapons:
Gear: A smooth ash wand, lacquered to a dark finish, about 12 inches long; you might not need a wand to do magic, but he finds it helps him with gestures. And you do still need implements to work magecraft on.
Other:
Independent:
* Phoenix: Every time you die you will be reincarnated as an egg, and restart your life over again. Each time you die and restart, your magical energy grows more quickly as you age. The more life cycles you have lived, the more powerful you can become. While you can live well beyond 200 years without dying and restarting your life, you will still suffer from the effects of old age.
* Phoenix Plumes: As a phoenix you have access to Plumes, which are a representation of your power. They can be spent to give yourself a boost of magical power for a short time, and they restore every day. You currently have 1. (This can be improved with use of your phoenix magic).
* Demon: Your physiology as a demon means you don't suffer from wounding unless it's of a holy nature, or exorcising nature. As long as you have magical energy you can stay in near top physical condition.
* Phoenix Magic: You have access to unique Phoenix Magic, thus opening you to their Spellbooks. These spells require the user to be a Phoenix. You also naturally have an affinity towards Fire spells, where their Difficulty is one rank lower when you try to cast them.
* Phoenix Regeneration: You regenerate at a rapid pace, many times more quickly than even vampires, and even more efficiently for that speed. Your physiology also has a regenerative property where simply sharing your magical energy (if you know a spell that does it) can heal others.
* Startled Bird: When you are startled, or attacked from an unseen position, your AGI will increase by 50% for one post. This only activates if you are not aware of the attacker, or the attacker is able to use stealth skills.
Major Skills:
* Iga-ryu, Genin Level
Minor Skills:
* Charger 1
* Multiplier 2
* Spellcaster 1
* Piercer 1
Spells:
* Warding Rune
* Rune of Fire
* Heal
* Cleanse
* Fire Arrow
* Dragon's Breath
* Barrier
* Call of Might
* Elemental Blast
Techniques:
5/22 points unspent
-2 Iga-ryu, Genin Level
-2 Charger 1
-4 Multiplier 2
-2 Spellcaster 1
-2 Piercer 1
+10 Int, +5 Will: Aresvius Fight
+2 skill points Iga-Ryu/Kendo lesson
+2 Int and I quote "for studying like a good boy"
+5 skill points in Eiseikato</s>
<|message|>Ultana Whelen
Ultana Whelen - Silver Gate Academy Highschool Building, Classroom 4-A
After last night being chock full of fighting and eating. she was definitely feeling it for the lack of sleep. Though, given their next class, she'd find herself wide awake. Their next lesson was PE, a good ole physical focused class that was something Ultana definitely enjoyed. While most were complaining about it, she was excited and even more so when they suddenly found themselves outside on the field.
Everyone would soon find themselves wide awake after the teacher's loud call to attention. In an effort to build their body up, everyone was given 2 options to focus on, Swordsmanship or Ninjutsu. Since Ultana didn't have much interest in ninjutsu, and given her style, she decided to focus on swordsmanship. Out of the options given to them, working on her skill with the sword would definitely benefit her more in battle.</s>
<|message|>Lorelai de Windt
Lorelai De Windt
How anyone managed to find sleep after their ordeal the previous night was truly beyond Lorelai, the blonde managing to sit straight and look to the front of her class', but very little stuck with her. The longer the day went the harder she winced at the squiggles on boards, her hairs seeming to escape her braid and gain the appearance of unkempt quills, but she had neither the vanity nor the awareness to tidy up. Not that doing so would help given the numerous bruises she had to bury under bandages lest someone think was battered and makes a report to the main office.
Still, they had to show up, and it was time for a class she truly excelled at. Or, she normally would do so in Gym, but a pounding headache and the knowledge that the shards of an honest to god magic sword where in her possession kept her from really getting the Kenjutsu lessons down. As much as she enjoyed going through her drills, taking the time to cement it required so much time she'd lose out on her spear time. And really, she couldn't even do this kata straight without slipping out of form right now.
And Ninjutsu? Subtly, thy name is not De Windt.</s>
| <|message|>Icarus Ochre
Icarus OchreSilver Gate Academy Highschool Building, Field
The night had brought with it much revelations and new motivation to other students. Icarus was one student who felt different today. The other ones who had been in the situation were in this class with him, so many of them looked exhausted, drawn far too thin.
He was burning up on the inside. Last night had been dangerous. Too dangerous. And he'd been drawn right into the danger alongside a bunch of other students. No adults to fall back on. No elders to go to. And while some phoenixes might have been content in their lives, and only come to this mundane world in a later cycle, he'd taken the insane choice of entering it in his first. He didn't have the experience. He had come to understand the reality of the world, and that while some little tiny bits of utilitarian magic and academics were seemingly practical, in a fight his magic had been utterly lacking. Fighting was horrifying, he never wanted to be in a fight again in his life, nothing ever like last night ever again.
He had walked right into the middle of the cataclysm and had started fighting without thinking about it, and now he was a bit scared that, faced with that, he might do that again.
And more than anything, he wanted to be safe if he was ever possessed by that kind of insanity again. He needed more power. More fight. And the school was offering that.
Icarus was on fire. In the figurative sense for once in his short life.
Today he would learn how to hide. How to be subtle and efficient. Tomorrow, he would take to the library and the training fields, and he'd learn how to strike. If trouble was going to come to him, and he did so hope that it came to him and that he wasn't once again drawn towards it because that was a disturbing feeling to have, if he had to have trouble like last night again, he wanted to make trouble regret every second of it.
Hopefully there wouldn't be trouble again...but this world was apparently less calm and sedate than the humans made it out to be.
-2 points
> Skill Unlocked: Iga-ryu, Genin Level</s> |
<|description|>Koyuki
"Oh? Are you here to entertain me?"
Age: Appears about 16 (but at least a 100 years old)
Race: Kitsune, Yokai
Nationality: Japanese
Personality:
Koyuki could be easily described as a curious troublemaker with devilish charms. Seeing the same sceneries for decades of her life caused the fox spirit to crave knowledge of things and how they work, without as much fear of consequences for her actions. She is technically an undead being after all. During her years of stay at the Inari Shrine, people with all sorts of character come and go, exposing Kouyki to plentiful of human interactions. This was how she learned to sweet talk and allure one (regardless of male or female) into taking her favorable side. Despite the childish manner, the kitsune means no ill will towards other beings and simply wishes to know more.
Backstory:
The vixen which will be later known as Koyuki was an ordinary, wild fox like any other living in the deep mountains of Kyoto, around the Fushimi Inari Shrine area. Not until the day of the unfortunate incident. The skies casted a heavy down pour, accompanied by the sounds of rumbling thunder that evening. Street lights were not commonly utilized at that era, which barely gave the sight of the road to any passer bys. Several factors all played a part in the accident.
The carriage driver rushed through the mountain road, merely wondering what the big bump on the road was, simply dismissing it as a rock. The booming thunder clap rumbled at the exact moment the poor animal let out a shriek of utter pain, unheard by the human. Left at the road side with a growing pool of blood, the fox could barely manage to wince from its limbs being crushed under the weight. Feeling the cold overcome its flesh, the black orbs slowly shut themselves closed.
"You poor thing. Let me help you." A gentle voice spoke to the dying fox. A bright, glowing light enveloped the fatally injured animal, giving off a powerful healing aura. Once it faded, the eyes of the fox shot open in shock. The body that was crippled a moment ago seemed to fully repair itself. Looking up at the source of the voice, the vixen only caught a glimpse of a human-like lady with tails likened to its kind, before she was swallowed by the darkness.
That was a rather peculiar incident, it was almost as if it never really happened. But the fox would carve it deeply into its memories. The other peculiar thing that remained was, it seemed to have stopped its aging process. Decades have passed but the vixen appears the same and have outlived the life expectancy of an average fox. Just as it turns exactly about the hundredth year of its life, it... felt different. Upon inspecting itself on the reflection in the pond, there was an image of a female human.
"..... Is that me?" Blue orbs widened at the human words coming out of her mouth. This was but the start of a new chapter for the vixen's life.
Years have passed since Koyuki (the name given to the fox by a shrine priestess) was first taken in by the Fushimi Inari Shrine priests as one of the messengers of the god Inari. But that was just a title for formalities' sake. She was fortunately adopted into the shrine by the generous and pious priests who caught the sight of the kitsune wandering in the forest close to the shrine. As a fox, she frequented the area close to the shrine in hopes of being given offerings to the foxes, basically a free meal in her eyes.
The more the fox spirit learned about the world outside the shrine and the mountains, the more she was eager to explore out which frequently lead her to trouble. Finding it unsuitable to send her to a regular human school, the priests decided to inquire for Koyuki's entry into the prestigious, magical institution, Silver Gate Academy.
[Stat System]
END: F 19
STR: F 10
DEX: E 20
AGI: E 25
INT: B 123
WIL: B 85
CHR: A 80
SPT: D 5
LCK: E 30
Last updated: 10/4/21
[Combat]
-Equipment-
Weapons: Fire-enchanted ornamented fans
Gear: Talisman - Blessed with divine protection by a Shintoist priest, offers a degree of magic resist
Other:
Independent:
Yokai - Your regeneration is very fast as long as you have magical energy left, so you can avoid debilitation from things like wounds, however exorcism magic will be extra effective on you.
Immortality - You don't age, or age as you see fit.
Kitsune magic - This includes things like fox fire, illusion magic, and transformation (only on yourself). This elevates in power based on number of tails. This is also unique to your race. Incantations for Kitsune magic are only for fox fire and illusion magic. Transformation requires no words.
Improvement to Kitsune Magic - Your illusions can fully change someone's appearance and can be maintained as long as you're close enough. This includes yourself. Sounds cannot be changed however.
Kitsune Tails - Your age increases your number of tails, but so does your Intelligence stat. Every so often you will gain 2 points in Intelligence, or after an event. There will be opportunities to raise your Intelligence cap as well, which will change the maximum amount of tails you can have, with 9 at SS+. In addition, for each tail you have, your magic becomes more potent, increasing it's scale and/or damage.
Familiar - Your status as a Kitsune is a familiar to another, and so your fate is bound to them. You cannot defy their will if they were to exert it upon you.
Mischievous Charm - Your charisma is raised by 20% exclusively for talking.
Major Skills:
* Iga-ryu, Genin level
* Royal Fire
* Royal Earth
* Illumination of Glittering Blaze (Kouen no Illumination)
A fire based style of creation magic craft revolving around the manipulation of fireworks to the user's will. A highly destructive form of magic combined with the illusionary techniques of the kitsune and fox fire, making it bigger and wider range than it appears to be.
Forms:
•Dance of the Crimson Dragon (Sekiryu no Mai) - Calls forth a serpent-like dragon, in the form of firework flames, down from the heavens. The dragon soars through the air towards the target, sparks and flames emitted from its crimson body causing burn to materials or beings that come in contact along its path. Upon impact with the target, the dragon explodes in place with a bright crimson bang.
•Crimson Lotus Spark (Guren no Hibana) - The user creates an enormous lotus flower made of sparkling flames, appearing first as a flower bud. The flaming flower bud then blooms, unraveling its vivid petals before exploding like a colorful firework and splitting the petals apart for a wide area of effect fire attack.
Minor Skills:
* Double Cast
* Focus Pose
Current Skill Points: 9/19
Spells:
* Fire Ball
* Flame Whip
* Barrier
* Cleanse
* Healing Veil
* Invigorate
* Scan
Techniques:</s>
<|message|>Ultana Whelen
Ultana Whelen - Fujiwara Clan Estate
Finally, Ultana was at the showcase at the Estate of the Fujiwara clan for the showcase of their exorcism arts.....However, it seemed an ole foe shown himself before everyone. The dreaded foe of the conference from earlier, boredom! Man! These Fujiwara clan guys sure know how to put one to sleep! She complained in her mind until a blast of fire managed to wake her up completely. To the rescue, ironically, was the head of the clan, the man who spoke at the conference, Motsumine no Fujiwara.
Admittingly, he was definitely an improvement over the old man in terms in terms of the ability to put one to sleep. It's a good thing he decided to step in and get straight to the point as to what everyone came here for. A detailed explanation is nice and all but long winded lectures like the old man's will only make things worse. Glad to get things rolling, she was eager to check out their Overflowing Flame technique.
After making her choice in skill, Motsumine did a hand seal with his free hand and soon everyone found a scroll appear out of nowhere before them. With no hesitation at all, Ultana pulls her weapon out. Excited to get started, maybe a bit too excited, she begans going over the scroll. Thankfully with all those protection seals that were put up, she won't have to worry about her 'eagerness' causing a bunch of problems......again.</s>
<|message|>Lorelai de Windt
Lorelai De Windt
"No, no, really, you're hair is just as lovely." Lorelai tittered, her expression bright and carefree as Muramasa Kenjo's sister fawned over her all the unguarded enthusiasm of youthful innocence. A feeling the blonde was all too happy to mirror, nearly losing herself in such isle pleasantries were there not the tantalizing prospect that had brought her to the Smith's home, that being the re-forging of the shattered sword into a usable form.
It struck her as being odd that no one had taken an interest in working with such exotic material, but then again, the same feature's Kenjo's sister found intriguing, others took with a measure of disdain even the dense Dutch-Japanese could not be entirely ignorant of. That the De Windt blood had bred blonde for centuries didn't make her any less Japanese in her upbringing and speech!
"Oh, a Naginata sounds nice, but I've trained a lot in spears that can thrust and pivot between slashing and stabbing. Maybe something like a Yari would work better...yeah, a Muramasa Yari!" She replied to the intense young smith, inwardly bemused he was just as honest and outgoing as his sister in spite of his severe nature, bearing his passion with flinty eyes and muscles taut with the urge to hammer it into a new form. Taking hold of a hand from each Muramasa she let loose a cheer, "We'll make you're work famous, and then everyone visiting Kyoto will have to make the Musamasa forges a must see destiantion!"</s>
<|message|>Icarus Ochre
Icarus OchreEiseikato
Icarus had been drawn into a world far beyond his own before, and while this shift had been no less dramatic, it had somewhat fewer alien features on the other side. This place was practically homey compared to the discovery of modern Earthly construction techniques. The little firebird had drawn him here away from the humans, but perhaps that was the intent.
After all, the exposition for the student body at large had focused on exorcism, and the tour seemed a bit, well, targeted wasn't really a nice word, but it wasn't so much inaccurate. Meeting another firebird, apparently a "suzaku", well at least it wasn't yet another exorcist or a blacksmith hawking wares designed specifically for exorcists. The game was odd, and he was quite sure the older youkai was simply using it to distract him; he had been given a rundown on the rules, but that wasn't really enough to really know how to play, certainly not against someone with experience.
"I'm still not really sure what is going on with all of this." Icarus began, trying to figure out just how to talk to this person. They were a strange yokai, but he had the distinct impression that he and Hinoyama would not get along very well.
The suzaku seemed a bit flighty and very, very forward. But at least he wasn't infuriatingly reserved. So there was that nice contrast from actual home. But he was just a child again here. Someone who needed about a hundred more years of maturity. "I don't know a thing about a lot of the things you're talking about, but I did come across to learn from this world, so I'd be honored to learn what you're willing to teach me. Maybe I can share a bit about my home too?"</s>
<|message|>Otis Tan Arillo
Minazuki
Strict was good; even though he was aware of the allowances for poor etiquette that came with being an other-worlder, Otis hadn't spent two weeks prior to coming to Earth soaking in Japanese culture just to end up a cultural barbarian at the end of it. In his usual outfit of tawny brown and patterned reds, he strode through the estate with purpose, having committed the layout of the estate by heart since yesterday. Esoteric runes of demon destruction weren't so common in Arcanis, not when paladins and clerics in the capital city were capable of utilizing holy magic without preparation, but learning more techniques was never a bad thing, and honestly, Otis wasn't so interested in the other forms of forging.
After all, bullets that needed to be used more than once were no longer bullets.
"Good morning. I'm Otis Tan Arillo," Otis called out crisply, eyes flickering about the forge. No one else from the class was there, but it was to be expected. There were so few in the class to begin with, and so many different options to appeal to everyone else. "I don't know how to make Japanese longswords. But inscriptions are good. That's what I'm here for. Why meteorites though? Are there yokai in space? Or is it about height? Tried mining in Mt Everest yet? Hrm…" Absentmindedly, Otis caught the chisel, grazing his thumb against the sturdy, sharp edge. It was symmetrical. Nice. His nose twitched, taking in the sharp scent of old metal.
"Why look for substitutes in Arcanis? Do your chisels break down as quickly as your Japanese longswords? Or is this all experimentation? Do different chisels of different metals make different effects?"
Even when the instruction began properly, the questions didn't stop, sometimes shooting out in a sharp burst, other times in a deluge of curiousity. He wasn't going to be here in Kyoto for long, after all, so Otis had to maximize on his knowledge-gathering while he could.
Shame that Ko disappeared though. Now he had no co-conspirator for post-curfew exploration.</s>
| <|message|>Koyuki
KoyukiEiseikato
The new scenery before her raised the fox maiden's heart from excitement, what was this place? How did she get here? There was so much to see and her curiosity must be sated at once! But before Koyuki could take another step to who-knows-where, the haze that lead her to this town in the first place carried her feet towards the towering building atop a hill. She couldn't explain why but it felt as though the haze was calling to her and leading her to where she must go.
By the time Koyuki snapped out of the trance like state from the haze, she stood before a mysterious and elegant lady with fox tails like hers. Not a moment after her arrival, as if her words were a form of spell, the young fox was suddenly made to bow down to the fox mistress. The number of tails alone could tell how much powerful the other kitsune was, how effortless it seemed for her to have another obey her command was proof of it, or at least that's what Koyuki thought. Intimidating aura emanated from the lady but there was something about her that felt familiar...
"Miss, I've met you somewhere before, haven't I?"</s> |
<|description|>Koyuki
"Oh? Are you here to entertain me?"
Age: Appears about 16 (but at least a 100 years old)
Race: Kitsune, Yokai
Nationality: Japanese
Personality:
Koyuki could be easily described as a curious troublemaker with devilish charms. Seeing the same sceneries for decades of her life caused the fox spirit to crave knowledge of things and how they work, without as much fear of consequences for her actions. She is technically an undead being after all. During her years of stay at the Inari Shrine, people with all sorts of character come and go, exposing Kouyki to plentiful of human interactions. This was how she learned to sweet talk and allure one (regardless of male or female) into taking her favorable side. Despite the childish manner, the kitsune means no ill will towards other beings and simply wishes to know more.
Backstory:
The vixen which will be later known as Koyuki was an ordinary, wild fox like any other living in the deep mountains of Kyoto, around the Fushimi Inari Shrine area. Not until the day of the unfortunate incident. The skies casted a heavy down pour, accompanied by the sounds of rumbling thunder that evening. Street lights were not commonly utilized at that era, which barely gave the sight of the road to any passer bys. Several factors all played a part in the accident.
The carriage driver rushed through the mountain road, merely wondering what the big bump on the road was, simply dismissing it as a rock. The booming thunder clap rumbled at the exact moment the poor animal let out a shriek of utter pain, unheard by the human. Left at the road side with a growing pool of blood, the fox could barely manage to wince from its limbs being crushed under the weight. Feeling the cold overcome its flesh, the black orbs slowly shut themselves closed.
"You poor thing. Let me help you." A gentle voice spoke to the dying fox. A bright, glowing light enveloped the fatally injured animal, giving off a powerful healing aura. Once it faded, the eyes of the fox shot open in shock. The body that was crippled a moment ago seemed to fully repair itself. Looking up at the source of the voice, the vixen only caught a glimpse of a human-like lady with tails likened to its kind, before she was swallowed by the darkness.
That was a rather peculiar incident, it was almost as if it never really happened. But the fox would carve it deeply into its memories. The other peculiar thing that remained was, it seemed to have stopped its aging process. Decades have passed but the vixen appears the same and have outlived the life expectancy of an average fox. Just as it turns exactly about the hundredth year of its life, it... felt different. Upon inspecting itself on the reflection in the pond, there was an image of a female human.
"..... Is that me?" Blue orbs widened at the human words coming out of her mouth. This was but the start of a new chapter for the vixen's life.
Years have passed since Koyuki (the name given to the fox by a shrine priestess) was first taken in by the Fushimi Inari Shrine priests as one of the messengers of the god Inari. But that was just a title for formalities' sake. She was fortunately adopted into the shrine by the generous and pious priests who caught the sight of the kitsune wandering in the forest close to the shrine. As a fox, she frequented the area close to the shrine in hopes of being given offerings to the foxes, basically a free meal in her eyes.
The more the fox spirit learned about the world outside the shrine and the mountains, the more she was eager to explore out which frequently lead her to trouble. Finding it unsuitable to send her to a regular human school, the priests decided to inquire for Koyuki's entry into the prestigious, magical institution, Silver Gate Academy.
[Stat System]
END: F 19
STR: F 10
DEX: E 20
AGI: E 25
INT: B 123
WIL: B 85
CHR: A 80
SPT: D 5
LCK: E 30
Last updated: 10/4/21
[Combat]
-Equipment-
Weapons: Fire-enchanted ornamented fans
Gear: Talisman - Blessed with divine protection by a Shintoist priest, offers a degree of magic resist
Other:
Independent:
Yokai - Your regeneration is very fast as long as you have magical energy left, so you can avoid debilitation from things like wounds, however exorcism magic will be extra effective on you.
Immortality - You don't age, or age as you see fit.
Kitsune magic - This includes things like fox fire, illusion magic, and transformation (only on yourself). This elevates in power based on number of tails. This is also unique to your race. Incantations for Kitsune magic are only for fox fire and illusion magic. Transformation requires no words.
Improvement to Kitsune Magic - Your illusions can fully change someone's appearance and can be maintained as long as you're close enough. This includes yourself. Sounds cannot be changed however.
Kitsune Tails - Your age increases your number of tails, but so does your Intelligence stat. Every so often you will gain 2 points in Intelligence, or after an event. There will be opportunities to raise your Intelligence cap as well, which will change the maximum amount of tails you can have, with 9 at SS+. In addition, for each tail you have, your magic becomes more potent, increasing it's scale and/or damage.
Familiar - Your status as a Kitsune is a familiar to another, and so your fate is bound to them. You cannot defy their will if they were to exert it upon you.
Mischievous Charm - Your charisma is raised by 20% exclusively for talking.
Major Skills:
* Iga-ryu, Genin level
* Royal Fire
* Royal Earth
* Illumination of Glittering Blaze (Kouen no Illumination)
A fire based style of creation magic craft revolving around the manipulation of fireworks to the user's will. A highly destructive form of magic combined with the illusionary techniques of the kitsune and fox fire, making it bigger and wider range than it appears to be.
Forms:
•Dance of the Crimson Dragon (Sekiryu no Mai) - Calls forth a serpent-like dragon, in the form of firework flames, down from the heavens. The dragon soars through the air towards the target, sparks and flames emitted from its crimson body causing burn to materials or beings that come in contact along its path. Upon impact with the target, the dragon explodes in place with a bright crimson bang.
•Crimson Lotus Spark (Guren no Hibana) - The user creates an enormous lotus flower made of sparkling flames, appearing first as a flower bud. The flaming flower bud then blooms, unraveling its vivid petals before exploding like a colorful firework and splitting the petals apart for a wide area of effect fire attack.
Minor Skills:
* Double Cast
* Focus Pose
Current Skill Points: 9/19
Spells:
* Fire Ball
* Flame Whip
* Barrier
* Cleanse
* Healing Veil
* Invigorate
* Scan
Techniques:</s>
<|message|>Ultana Whelen
Ultana Whelen - Streets Of Kyoto
Out of one hell and into another! Ultana raged as she found herself in another dilemma. Mental battle in the library and now a war has broken out for her stomach! For Ultana, it was truly a battle of life or death. Wellllllll.......maybe not that serious but it was still a difficult position she found herself in. Back in Seidoujima it was a clear cut call, with ramen being her number one food of choice but here in Kyoto, she came across all sorts of food that she has never come across before, a way bigger selection. Her mouth was practically gushing from all the delicious looking and smelling food.
But since that first bowl of ramen, she knew the path she was bound to walk! It was the path of the ramen arts! She asked around for advice on where to go to for her version of fine dining and it seemed that in this country, the best shops for ramen were smaller stones on 'less-traveled' roads. At first she wondered why, but she began to realize why. It was kind of like back home, small time 'local' places tend to have a homey, unique kind of taste with proper ingredients, as to the bigger places tend to muck up the flavor by serving something generic with processed ingredients that had a cheap kind of taste. And the fact you wouldn't find ramen in a fancy, fine dining kind of place.
Kind of like dive bars, the dirtier and smaller it is, the better the food. It's usually how it goes, so why not with ramen? Decision made, she was off to find herself the best ramen in Kyoto!
Ultana, with her spirit burning red hot, raced down the street in pursuit of ramen, not paying any attention to the commotion her passion for ramen has started. Well, it could be her running full-bore into a crowd of people, lost in her own little world and possibly sending a few people flying.....but let's ignore that part!</s>
<|message|>Lorelai de Windt
Lorelai De Windt
The blonde gave the tengu a deadpan look, conveying exactly how much weight she put in the idea a bird who had just stolen her food would now put in following the rules with any stringency. "Well, scouting is all about getting information for others to act on, right? You can't have clearer information then getting right in the thick of it with me! We'll take the initiative and you're bosses can be super impressed with how much of a hard worker you are getting where no other tengu dared to go!"
Disbelief had given way to the fires of passion that danced like a madman's candle before her eyes, an arm snaking out to grasp Youkai's shoulder. "Oh, you've never heard of Silver Gate Academy? You'd like it! I think we even have another youkai in our class, though he's real handsy. Can you believe a guy would just come over and braid my hair without saying a single word or asking permission?"
"But yeah, it's a great place, and they let me work in the fields tilling it whenever I want. Primary school never let me work there outside club hours and they had so little space to actually work with, but now I've got work for the whole semester!" The blonde with peculiar ideas of enjoying her free time beamed, then roused herself from her memory to poke the tengu in a conspiratorial fashion. "I bet we could get you in if you help me out on this. Come on, you can basically help save a princess and get bragging rights for years!"</s>
<|message|>Otis Tan Arillo
Minazuki
Eisekato. More names. Otis remembered that. A powerful individual. A monarch then, isolationist in nature. Curious that they would pluck certain races from Arcanis into their realm as well though. Some but not others. Was immortality a factor? Did they do a test with one of those anti-demon talismans? Contradictory to wish to live in modern society while living apart from it. There were certainly some in even 'human' society that wished for that though. Fine. He would accept the illogic of such desires then. Still strange that this was all just something popped up upon the class upon arrival. Who pulled the strings? Who made the decision? How much say did the teachers have in this? What about the higher-up administration within Silver Gate? More questions buzzed in his skull, but the strigidae didn't release any of them. Had to make it count, after all.
As he allowed himself to be let out of the center, Otis arranged his thoughts and asked one final question, "I am, broadly speaking, a Beastkin hailing from the Fabula Silva. One of my classmates is a Phoenix, hailing from Arcanis as well. I am not human and am non-yokai. He is not human and is non-yokai. Who shall I speak to if I seek that same 'exception'?"
Well, the Motsuhime card he could play sounded like the obvious answer, but other options were always welcome.</s>
| <|message|>Koyuki
Eiseikato - Inn, Front of Kuzunoha's Room
"No, no, no, this will not do. This one tastes like mar-sh-ma-llow." After a numerous amount of trial and error, Koyuki was surrounded by a pile of failed attempts of dango. The hallway in front of Lady Kuzunoha's room littered with dango of all sizes, shape, and color, some not even identifiable as one in terms of appearance. The last few failed attempts in her hands looked perfectly like one, but the flavor were of different desserts she had eaten.
Frustrated by the failures so far, the kitsune snapped her fingers with an annoyed expression, POOF the previous illusions disappeared within a second. Slapping her cheeks in an attempt to refresh her concentration at the assignment, she calmed her thoughts into only thinking about dango. Soft and chewy texture, cute and round appearance, sweet scent from the black sugar syrup. Only think about dango. Breathe for dango. Become one with dango.
POOF. Koyuki gulped at the moment of truth. It certainly looked and smelled like one at least. She bit onto the first ball and chewed. Moment of silence. "YEAH! I did it! I did it, Lady Kuzunoha!" In the moment of happiness from the success, the fox girl made tons appear from thin air, piling a bunch on the floor once more.</s> |
<|description|>Aurelius Pendragon
Age:
16
Race:
Human (?)
Nationality:
Personality:
Stalwart.
If there were ever a single word that could aptly describe Aurelius's character, it would be stalwart. Steady and sure, Aurelius stands as impassive as a looming storm cloud, towering and lumbering over all those around him, being as constant and power-exuding without the need to mutter a few words. While capable of antics of frustration or irritation, Aurelius's true emotions never surface unless he's truly sincere about his resolve in committing to it. Like the rumblings of ominous thunder, Aurelius would often quell arguments by brief flares of rising temper to settle meaningless debates even within a town, whether he knows them or not.
Whenever someone challenges him outright, Aurelius often displays dispassion towards the challenger. However, if they goad him through taunts or threats towards his comrades, or have actually aimed to harm an innocent, Aurelius's instincts of protecting the innocent would surface. As if the sound of thunderclap, Aurelius's determination and killing intent would rise dramatically and would not hold back a single ounce of pity to those who have challenged him so willingly.
Backstory:
Born to the bloodline of King Arthur Pendragon, Aurelius was destined to rule the Kingdom of Camelot. From a young age it was noted that the young prince had a higher than average willpower, not due to his bloodline. His father, Arthinus, plunged his son into the role of up and coming knight from the very moment that Aurelius could walk. There was never any consideration to Aurelius's feelings, instead his father manufactured the boy's manufactured love for their families' legacy. Aurelius saw King Arthur as a true hero which helped his father bring him into training. Even though Arthinus took precedent over Aurelius's training, Gwyn, his mother, stayed strong willed about keeping their son on a path to choose his life first and foremost. Aurelius bonded with his father like master and student, giving them a stunted parent-child relationship; Gwyn instead fostered a relationship built off the love for his child, a love that would stay with him forever.
Aurelius was only twelve when he went through one of the most traumatic moments of his life. During one of their secret training sessions, Gwyn and Aurelius were betrayed by their own butler. Forced to run farther into the forest, Aurelius and his warrior mother found themselves at the lake of legend where Arthur was said to meet the Lady of the Lake prior to acquiring Excalibur. Gwyn, injured and bloodied, could barely protect her son from a large scale fire spell, burning and knocking Aurelius into the lake behind him. That's when he met.....her. The Lady of the Lake aka Lala helped the young prince, her being a child of roughly the same age for reasons unknown to Aurelius. His burns covered his chest and left arm,left eye damaged,his mother sacrificed her life for him, his father distant, and now he had an annoying chick following him every where, what more could get worse?
The years only passed as Aurelius trained and lived through his mother's memories, his father still unable to bond with his son, instead deciding to sign him and Lala up to a certain school. Aurelius would soon learn to be the man that he always wanted to be, the king of heroes.
[Stat System]
END: 65 (D)
STR: 30 (D)
DEX: 90 (C)
AGI: 65 (D)
INT: 35 (E)
WIL: 50 (D)
CHR: 30 (E)
SPT: 15 (E)
LCK: 20 (F)
[Combat]
-Equipment-
Weapons:
Gwyn- A sword crafted for his mother prior to meeting her husband. The blade was damaged during his last stand to save her child, and Aurelius applied wraps from one of her dresses to cover the scarring like he does his own arm. A tough metal allows the sword to clash with others and carries a deceptive weight.
Gear:
Light Spellbook
Other:
N/A
Independent:
Unknown Blood - Aurelius holds something that is neither Arcanis or Earth human within him. It only seems to activate whenever he is pushed in a corner, increasing his STR and INT by 20% until he is healthy again.
King Arthur Descendant - He holds the right of kingship over the lost Kingdom of Camelot. Is this mere boasting, or was this myth true?
Stalwart Sword - Aurelius is able to avoid being knocked away by bracing himself for an attack, as long as he's using a sword. Doing so increases his END by 10%. This increases further to 40% (only while bracing) if he is protecting someone. The bonus will only activate when he's bracing.
Soul of the Duelist - When directly challenged, or when challenging someone directly to combat, his sword strikes are more potent and more likely to overpower. This will not activate during a brawl against multiple enemies, but it can work against a boss if he manages to be the sole fighter.
Major Skills:
Magic Circuit 1: Tidewalker - The basic circuit for the Abyssal Knights. The water-based circuit is the most basic, and it's purpose is general-purpose combat, increasing speed, power, and durability all in equal measure. It also allows the use of all spells in the Abyssal library.
Incantation - "The waking waves hide no lies, let the waters wash over thy soul"
First Form - Arthur
Execution - The blade is lifted vertically upwards, pointing the blade essentially at the sun as if to gather strength. Eventually it is brought downward vertically with intent to split the helm. Even blocked it can push through with the help of gravity.
Principle - The basic style taught to knights of Camelot. Arthur is the go to form that teaches a balance of offense and defense. Can use all sword techniques.
Second Form - Lancelot
Execution - The sword is held upward parallel to shoulders, blade pointing forward. Quick thrusts are initiated through this stance, focused primarily on using precise thrusts to target vulnerable areas of the body.
Principle - A full offensive form meant to use reach and speed.
Third Form - Galahad
Execution - A quick step to the right, using momentum to carry the sword through the abdomen. A fast movement that is followed by flips and rolls to strike from various points.
Principle - Created by Aurelius to utilize his environment, flexibility, and footwork for a offensive style that teaches him to attack at different angles and not be predictable.
Fourth Form - Gwyn
Execution - Placing the sword to the side of the body, exposing the whole body to an attack, preparing for a counter attack.
Principle - A form created by Aurelius' mother, Gwyn. It works by feinting and baiting and helping Aurelius learn to read body language.
Minor Skills:
Studied: Wild Blade Style - Form 3 Galahad
Spells:
Wave Sword - A simple swing of the user's weapon will cause a blade of water to extend their range. The range can be controlled and this move used frequently.
Tidal Dragon - A sword technique where the user does a spinning overhead slash. They can spin in a somersault or horizontally, the entire point is to obtain momentum. The move has a dragon trailing the attack.
Frost Javelin - The user will summon a javelin of ice and throw it. If the user uses a spear, the spell will have more piercing power.
Lightdash Stride - A simple spell that moves the user quickly on a path of light. The user need not make an action but are free to do so during this.
Flash Barrier - A quickly cast barrier that can negate spells or deflect melee attacks. Not particularly strong but can be disruptive.
Magic Missile - A projectile with no particular magical alignment, cheap and effective, but requires technique and proper application to execute properly. It can also be attuned with an element, becoming <element> Missile. Uniquely, it can be case a huge multitude of times without the need for modifiers, but modifiers do increase the maximum. (Starting maximum is 10 missiles plus 2 for each point in Intelligence).
Incantation - "Answer my call, <number> spirits of <element>, strike true upon my foe"
Fire Ball - Form a ball of fire that can strike with concussive and burning force.
Techniques: (Techniques are unique to characters, and while some may learn techniques from their masters, they can absolutely invent their own techniques, essentially their own 'interpretation' of their forms)</s>
<|message|>Edward Lachance
Edward Lachance
Edward would never forget last night, but simultaneously, many of it's details were... hazy to say the least. Seeing that ice palace, for the first time, and when it became bathed in crimson, those vistas were seared into his skull. Aresvius being pierced, almost watching another young man die... that too, would stick with him forever. But the fight in between, while it seemed to last forever in the moment, he couldn't place much more than the emotion of it all. Fear. Complete paranoia as these magical forces he had just begun to understand clashed right in front of his face-- even trying to kill him! Luckily, Lorelai and Rodrick were there, along with a variety of other students, that ended up protecting him, along with the teachers that swooped in like Power Rangers. Their P.E. teacher's entrance is also something he'd remember forever.
But if there was one thing to take from yesterday, it was that Ed was out of his depth. He'd never been in a fight in his life until Rodrick came along, and the princling who just two days ago seemed to want his head was about all that stood between him and a cold, cold casket. Hopefully Ed's complete ineptitude in that fight helped show Rodrick just how wrong he was about Ed being special. Or at least, intentionally special. Previously, Ed had felt out of his element in a very positive way. He was being introduced to this amazing new world that he had always dreamed of... but last night Ed felt the flipside of that. Being new, and weak, and powerless and confused. It kept Ed up all night. He just wanted to hold onto Ramyu or Rodrick or Lorelai and never let go, because otherwise he'd get squashed like a bug.
This paranoia followed him through the rest of the day, along with his lack of sleep. For once, he couldn't take any notes in his classes. Ramyu and Rodrick were also no where to be found, but as his afternoon P.E. class rolled around, he noticed a peculiar coincidence. Or at least it was framed as a coincidence, but it couldn't be. Everyone present during last night's... affair, sans the other teacher, was here. All beat tired, obviously, but here nonetheless. Ed listened as intently as he could, expecting some kind of follow up on what had happened, or at least a confirmation that Aresvius was still breath, but it never came. Coach just talked about ki and chakra and what not. Normally, Ed would be all over that but he just couldn't focus on that today. Even if he wanted to get stronger.
He could gab at Lorelai or Rodrick but for some reason he didn't feel ready. Maybe it was the shame of not having participated in the fight, or how tired they were, but he struck up a conversation with Mr. Bakusatsu instead. Pretending to be working on his Kata, Ed slowly inched closer to the coach, and waited for an opening, when he wasn't instructing any students, before semi-whispering to him.
"Uh, hey, coach Bakusatsu, Is Aresvius okay? Is that Noah's descendant guy gonna show back up again soon?"</s>
<|message|>Kaidan Bakusatsu
Silver Gate Academy Grounds - Soccer Field
Komedy@Lonewolf685
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Kaidan oversaw the class, giving some brief instruction once in awhile, though to varying degrees of success. Some students seemed to understand his hot-headed way of explaining things, while others struggled a little, but it was clear he was quite sincere in his methods. As everyone began to settle he noticed some were not quite completely there today... He pondered for a bit before he pulled out from a satchel what appeared like a protein ball, and walked up to Lorelai,
"Here, try some of this", he offered. Whether or not she would eat it, she would find herself taking it either way. What this was in fact, was a shinobi medicinal ball, which should revitalize anyone who eats it. There were recipes for it included in the Iga-ryu scrolls too. As he handed that off, he was approached by Edward, who asked out of concern of what happened last night. Not many people knew of the descendants, and frankly they preferred the students didn't learn of such high level beings so early in their lives or even ever at all, still, what happens, happens. Kaidan furrowed his brow and rubbed his chin,
"Hmmmmmm, well Aresvius will be okay, he's just out of commission for awhile. Being what he is, he'll recover with just some rest. As for the other guy... Well, I'm not sure. Then again, it may not be best to talk about him here, but please rest assured! The teachers and even the principle are onto that guy, let us handle him", it was a vague answer regarding the latter but there was something reassuring about this gruff and buff man giving a friendly smile.</s>
| <|message|>Aurelius Pendragon
"Shin-Ganryu."
A dark skinned female with bright white teeth gave a toothy smile to the young dark skinned male standing beside her. She knew exactly what her friend would love the moment their teacher finished his speech. Her friend was always the type to go straight for the sword fighting techniques and if anything, he would be over-joyed even if he didn't show it. The young man stared at his friend, a smirk forming in the corners of the mouth. Only she could get him to smirk like this out of him. "Come on, Aurelius." The young girl laughed as she grabbed his arm, pulling him as hard she could toward their teacher. She just couldn't help herself.
"Lady, calm yourself." Aurelius calmly spoke, his stoic tone taking over. He placed his hand on her head, ruffling her around like a parent with their child. Aurelius knew she was right, as he took a few steps to the wooden swords placed for the students to use. He slowly gripped the hilt, his mind racing as he began to think back to the past. The more kenjutsu he was able to learn, the more capable he would be to avenge his mother, and become the man that she always preached he was.
"Sensai, I would like to learn Shin-Ganryu." Aurelius spoke in an almost commanding tone, pointing his wooden sword at Bakusatsu.</s> |
<|description|>Aurelius Pendragon
Age:
16
Race:
Human (?)
Nationality:
Personality:
Stalwart.
If there were ever a single word that could aptly describe Aurelius's character, it would be stalwart. Steady and sure, Aurelius stands as impassive as a looming storm cloud, towering and lumbering over all those around him, being as constant and power-exuding without the need to mutter a few words. While capable of antics of frustration or irritation, Aurelius's true emotions never surface unless he's truly sincere about his resolve in committing to it. Like the rumblings of ominous thunder, Aurelius would often quell arguments by brief flares of rising temper to settle meaningless debates even within a town, whether he knows them or not.
Whenever someone challenges him outright, Aurelius often displays dispassion towards the challenger. However, if they goad him through taunts or threats towards his comrades, or have actually aimed to harm an innocent, Aurelius's instincts of protecting the innocent would surface. As if the sound of thunderclap, Aurelius's determination and killing intent would rise dramatically and would not hold back a single ounce of pity to those who have challenged him so willingly.
Backstory:
Born to the bloodline of King Arthur Pendragon, Aurelius was destined to rule the Kingdom of Camelot. From a young age it was noted that the young prince had a higher than average willpower, not due to his bloodline. His father, Arthinus, plunged his son into the role of up and coming knight from the very moment that Aurelius could walk. There was never any consideration to Aurelius's feelings, instead his father manufactured the boy's manufactured love for their families' legacy. Aurelius saw King Arthur as a true hero which helped his father bring him into training. Even though Arthinus took precedent over Aurelius's training, Gwyn, his mother, stayed strong willed about keeping their son on a path to choose his life first and foremost. Aurelius bonded with his father like master and student, giving them a stunted parent-child relationship; Gwyn instead fostered a relationship built off the love for his child, a love that would stay with him forever.
Aurelius was only twelve when he went through one of the most traumatic moments of his life. During one of their secret training sessions, Gwyn and Aurelius were betrayed by their own butler. Forced to run farther into the forest, Aurelius and his warrior mother found themselves at the lake of legend where Arthur was said to meet the Lady of the Lake prior to acquiring Excalibur. Gwyn, injured and bloodied, could barely protect her son from a large scale fire spell, burning and knocking Aurelius into the lake behind him. That's when he met.....her. The Lady of the Lake aka Lala helped the young prince, her being a child of roughly the same age for reasons unknown to Aurelius. His burns covered his chest and left arm,left eye damaged,his mother sacrificed her life for him, his father distant, and now he had an annoying chick following him every where, what more could get worse?
The years only passed as Aurelius trained and lived through his mother's memories, his father still unable to bond with his son, instead deciding to sign him and Lala up to a certain school. Aurelius would soon learn to be the man that he always wanted to be, the king of heroes.
[Stat System]
END: 65 (D)
STR: 30 (D)
DEX: 90 (C)
AGI: 65 (D)
INT: 35 (E)
WIL: 50 (D)
CHR: 30 (E)
SPT: 15 (E)
LCK: 20 (F)
[Combat]
-Equipment-
Weapons:
Gwyn- A sword crafted for his mother prior to meeting her husband. The blade was damaged during his last stand to save her child, and Aurelius applied wraps from one of her dresses to cover the scarring like he does his own arm. A tough metal allows the sword to clash with others and carries a deceptive weight.
Gear:
Light Spellbook
Other:
N/A
Independent:
Unknown Blood - Aurelius holds something that is neither Arcanis or Earth human within him. It only seems to activate whenever he is pushed in a corner, increasing his STR and INT by 20% until he is healthy again.
King Arthur Descendant - He holds the right of kingship over the lost Kingdom of Camelot. Is this mere boasting, or was this myth true?
Stalwart Sword - Aurelius is able to avoid being knocked away by bracing himself for an attack, as long as he's using a sword. Doing so increases his END by 10%. This increases further to 40% (only while bracing) if he is protecting someone. The bonus will only activate when he's bracing.
Soul of the Duelist - When directly challenged, or when challenging someone directly to combat, his sword strikes are more potent and more likely to overpower. This will not activate during a brawl against multiple enemies, but it can work against a boss if he manages to be the sole fighter.
Major Skills:
Magic Circuit 1: Tidewalker - The basic circuit for the Abyssal Knights. The water-based circuit is the most basic, and it's purpose is general-purpose combat, increasing speed, power, and durability all in equal measure. It also allows the use of all spells in the Abyssal library.
Incantation - "The waking waves hide no lies, let the waters wash over thy soul"
First Form - Arthur
Execution - The blade is lifted vertically upwards, pointing the blade essentially at the sun as if to gather strength. Eventually it is brought downward vertically with intent to split the helm. Even blocked it can push through with the help of gravity.
Principle - The basic style taught to knights of Camelot. Arthur is the go to form that teaches a balance of offense and defense. Can use all sword techniques.
Second Form - Lancelot
Execution - The sword is held upward parallel to shoulders, blade pointing forward. Quick thrusts are initiated through this stance, focused primarily on using precise thrusts to target vulnerable areas of the body.
Principle - A full offensive form meant to use reach and speed.
Third Form - Galahad
Execution - A quick step to the right, using momentum to carry the sword through the abdomen. A fast movement that is followed by flips and rolls to strike from various points.
Principle - Created by Aurelius to utilize his environment, flexibility, and footwork for a offensive style that teaches him to attack at different angles and not be predictable.
Fourth Form - Gwyn
Execution - Placing the sword to the side of the body, exposing the whole body to an attack, preparing for a counter attack.
Principle - A form created by Aurelius' mother, Gwyn. It works by feinting and baiting and helping Aurelius learn to read body language.
Minor Skills:
Studied: Wild Blade Style - Form 3 Galahad
Spells:
Wave Sword - A simple swing of the user's weapon will cause a blade of water to extend their range. The range can be controlled and this move used frequently.
Tidal Dragon - A sword technique where the user does a spinning overhead slash. They can spin in a somersault or horizontally, the entire point is to obtain momentum. The move has a dragon trailing the attack.
Frost Javelin - The user will summon a javelin of ice and throw it. If the user uses a spear, the spell will have more piercing power.
Lightdash Stride - A simple spell that moves the user quickly on a path of light. The user need not make an action but are free to do so during this.
Flash Barrier - A quickly cast barrier that can negate spells or deflect melee attacks. Not particularly strong but can be disruptive.
Magic Missile - A projectile with no particular magical alignment, cheap and effective, but requires technique and proper application to execute properly. It can also be attuned with an element, becoming <element> Missile. Uniquely, it can be case a huge multitude of times without the need for modifiers, but modifiers do increase the maximum. (Starting maximum is 10 missiles plus 2 for each point in Intelligence).
Incantation - "Answer my call, <number> spirits of <element>, strike true upon my foe"
Fire Ball - Form a ball of fire that can strike with concussive and burning force.
Techniques: (Techniques are unique to characters, and while some may learn techniques from their masters, they can absolutely invent their own techniques, essentially their own 'interpretation' of their forms)</s>
<|message|>Otis Tan Arillo
Minazuki@Lonewolf685@I-Am-X
No LINE? Otis explained the phenomenon of social media to Seirin as they walked, before gradually slipping to the back of the group and letting Lorelai do her direct contact thing. Well, there were other ways to achieve his goals. Seirin was sheltered and had some money, and the weather, though just pleasantly warm for the Strigidae, looked to be doing a number on the others.
Unlike Asta, however, Otis always made it a point to be prepared, and sat down beside her. There was basically a 100% chance that someone else would be volunteering to go get food and drinks anyhow. He plopped his backpack on the ground and pulled on a small tube, lengthening it until it could reach his mouth. Back in Arcanis, he'd have to pull out his waterskin, but thankfully, Earth-tech offered more eloquent solutions. Flexible straws were a wonderful thing, really. He sucked in a mouthful of cool water (tasted a bit plastic-y, but that was just how it was), and then offered it to Asta.
"Heat strokes are annoying. Drink."
The afternoon heat would be worse, and taking into consideration Seirin's existence, Otis said, eyes flickering from one face to another,
"After we eat, let's go visit an arcade. Air conditioning is nice during the afternoon. Seirin hasn't gone to one, yes? Photo booths are there too. Crystallizes memories."</s>
<|message|>Lorelai de Windt
Lorelai De Windt
While Lorelai wasn't exactly proficient with computers, even she knew how to get by enough to perform school work and research on it. Granted if she ever did more then that and looking at pictures of cats, she'd probably brick a computer from clicking targeted adds. So to hear Seirin had no idea whatsoever really solidified the image of a cloistered noble withdrawn from the world by responsibilities she was borne to without any regard for her own choices. No wonder she snuck away the first chance she got. Being told assassins where after her was probably what they told her since she was five to get her in bed on time.
Well, if there was a credible threat, Lorelai was confident they'd be a match for any thugs sent to rough up her pretty head.
While she was entertaining thoughts of righteous walloping, she looked back only to find half the group had collapsed, somehow tired from their leisurely stroll. Weird, maybe they can't handle the mountain air?
"Alright, I'll go get food for everyone. There will be more takoyaki then I can shake a stick at, and Helena knows that's an awful lot!" Came her nonsensical decree, eyes aflame with passion as she thrust out her hand, as though beckoning another soul to join her. "Since I have nothing to balance it on my back with, who shall lend me a hand carrying it back?"</s>
<|message|>Ultana Whelen
Ultana Whelen - Kiyomizu Shrine
@ERode
"Wimps..." Ultana muttered as she looked over at the ones that were lagging behind on their little stroll on the trails. Asta she could understand not being able to handle the heat, given where she's from and all, but the others have no real excuse. Ultana seems to forget that she's from the hottest region of Arcanis and that her definition of 'hot' isn't quite normal. After some internal grumbling, she relented at the mention of food. The mention of hitting a arcade and playing some games didn't hurt either.
When Lorelai volunteered to get food, Ultana glanced around and seen that half of them was in condition to move another step while another bum didn't seem interested to offer his help. Despite looking at Lorelai like she was some form of circus freak, she sighed and offered to help her get the food. "Might as well, sitting around isn't my style." Ignoring her hand, she walked past her before stopping, "If you got preferences for drinks, Speak now or forever hold your peace." flashing a playful grin that ended up being more ominous than intended.</s>
| <|message|>Aurelius Pendragon
Shaken and excited, Aurelius had not felt like this in a long time. His otherwise stalwart personality slowly started to fade as the rival swordsman got into his own stance. He raised his blade to assume his most basic of stances, blade held to high to his chest, blade pointing at the sun itself. His fingers wrapped tight around the hilt, his legs spaced apart, and his eyes focused on the man. He could see just how calm the aura of the man was and just how skilled he was from his stance. The many years of rough training with his father gave him an eye of sorts for those more skilled than himself. The moment he exhaled, Aurelius launched forward like a cannonball. Closing the gap, he brought the down to his legs to attempts a quick diagonal cut. His arms felt stronger than usual, his body almost enhanced by fighting alone. The blade looked at though it would strike low until Aurelius quickly brought upward in a diagonal motion toward the chest.</s> |
<|description|>Aurelius Pendragon
Age:
16
Race:
Human (?)
Nationality:
Personality:
Stalwart.
If there were ever a single word that could aptly describe Aurelius's character, it would be stalwart. Steady and sure, Aurelius stands as impassive as a looming storm cloud, towering and lumbering over all those around him, being as constant and power-exuding without the need to mutter a few words. While capable of antics of frustration or irritation, Aurelius's true emotions never surface unless he's truly sincere about his resolve in committing to it. Like the rumblings of ominous thunder, Aurelius would often quell arguments by brief flares of rising temper to settle meaningless debates even within a town, whether he knows them or not.
Whenever someone challenges him outright, Aurelius often displays dispassion towards the challenger. However, if they goad him through taunts or threats towards his comrades, or have actually aimed to harm an innocent, Aurelius's instincts of protecting the innocent would surface. As if the sound of thunderclap, Aurelius's determination and killing intent would rise dramatically and would not hold back a single ounce of pity to those who have challenged him so willingly.
Backstory:
Born to the bloodline of King Arthur Pendragon, Aurelius was destined to rule the Kingdom of Camelot. From a young age it was noted that the young prince had a higher than average willpower, not due to his bloodline. His father, Arthinus, plunged his son into the role of up and coming knight from the very moment that Aurelius could walk. There was never any consideration to Aurelius's feelings, instead his father manufactured the boy's manufactured love for their families' legacy. Aurelius saw King Arthur as a true hero which helped his father bring him into training. Even though Arthinus took precedent over Aurelius's training, Gwyn, his mother, stayed strong willed about keeping their son on a path to choose his life first and foremost. Aurelius bonded with his father like master and student, giving them a stunted parent-child relationship; Gwyn instead fostered a relationship built off the love for his child, a love that would stay with him forever.
Aurelius was only twelve when he went through one of the most traumatic moments of his life. During one of their secret training sessions, Gwyn and Aurelius were betrayed by their own butler. Forced to run farther into the forest, Aurelius and his warrior mother found themselves at the lake of legend where Arthur was said to meet the Lady of the Lake prior to acquiring Excalibur. Gwyn, injured and bloodied, could barely protect her son from a large scale fire spell, burning and knocking Aurelius into the lake behind him. That's when he met.....her. The Lady of the Lake aka Lala helped the young prince, her being a child of roughly the same age for reasons unknown to Aurelius. His burns covered his chest and left arm,left eye damaged,his mother sacrificed her life for him, his father distant, and now he had an annoying chick following him every where, what more could get worse?
The years only passed as Aurelius trained and lived through his mother's memories, his father still unable to bond with his son, instead deciding to sign him and Lala up to a certain school. Aurelius would soon learn to be the man that he always wanted to be, the king of heroes.
[Stat System]
END: 65 (D)
STR: 30 (D)
DEX: 90 (C)
AGI: 65 (D)
INT: 35 (E)
WIL: 50 (D)
CHR: 30 (E)
SPT: 15 (E)
LCK: 20 (F)
[Combat]
-Equipment-
Weapons:
Gwyn- A sword crafted for his mother prior to meeting her husband. The blade was damaged during his last stand to save her child, and Aurelius applied wraps from one of her dresses to cover the scarring like he does his own arm. A tough metal allows the sword to clash with others and carries a deceptive weight.
Gear:
Light Spellbook
Other:
N/A
Independent:
Unknown Blood - Aurelius holds something that is neither Arcanis or Earth human within him. It only seems to activate whenever he is pushed in a corner, increasing his STR and INT by 20% until he is healthy again.
King Arthur Descendant - He holds the right of kingship over the lost Kingdom of Camelot. Is this mere boasting, or was this myth true?
Stalwart Sword - Aurelius is able to avoid being knocked away by bracing himself for an attack, as long as he's using a sword. Doing so increases his END by 10%. This increases further to 40% (only while bracing) if he is protecting someone. The bonus will only activate when he's bracing.
Soul of the Duelist - When directly challenged, or when challenging someone directly to combat, his sword strikes are more potent and more likely to overpower. This will not activate during a brawl against multiple enemies, but it can work against a boss if he manages to be the sole fighter.
Major Skills:
Magic Circuit 1: Tidewalker - The basic circuit for the Abyssal Knights. The water-based circuit is the most basic, and it's purpose is general-purpose combat, increasing speed, power, and durability all in equal measure. It also allows the use of all spells in the Abyssal library.
Incantation - "The waking waves hide no lies, let the waters wash over thy soul"
First Form - Arthur
Execution - The blade is lifted vertically upwards, pointing the blade essentially at the sun as if to gather strength. Eventually it is brought downward vertically with intent to split the helm. Even blocked it can push through with the help of gravity.
Principle - The basic style taught to knights of Camelot. Arthur is the go to form that teaches a balance of offense and defense. Can use all sword techniques.
Second Form - Lancelot
Execution - The sword is held upward parallel to shoulders, blade pointing forward. Quick thrusts are initiated through this stance, focused primarily on using precise thrusts to target vulnerable areas of the body.
Principle - A full offensive form meant to use reach and speed.
Third Form - Galahad
Execution - A quick step to the right, using momentum to carry the sword through the abdomen. A fast movement that is followed by flips and rolls to strike from various points.
Principle - Created by Aurelius to utilize his environment, flexibility, and footwork for a offensive style that teaches him to attack at different angles and not be predictable.
Fourth Form - Gwyn
Execution - Placing the sword to the side of the body, exposing the whole body to an attack, preparing for a counter attack.
Principle - A form created by Aurelius' mother, Gwyn. It works by feinting and baiting and helping Aurelius learn to read body language.
Minor Skills:
Studied: Wild Blade Style - Form 3 Galahad
Spells:
Wave Sword - A simple swing of the user's weapon will cause a blade of water to extend their range. The range can be controlled and this move used frequently.
Tidal Dragon - A sword technique where the user does a spinning overhead slash. They can spin in a somersault or horizontally, the entire point is to obtain momentum. The move has a dragon trailing the attack.
Frost Javelin - The user will summon a javelin of ice and throw it. If the user uses a spear, the spell will have more piercing power.
Lightdash Stride - A simple spell that moves the user quickly on a path of light. The user need not make an action but are free to do so during this.
Flash Barrier - A quickly cast barrier that can negate spells or deflect melee attacks. Not particularly strong but can be disruptive.
Magic Missile - A projectile with no particular magical alignment, cheap and effective, but requires technique and proper application to execute properly. It can also be attuned with an element, becoming <element> Missile. Uniquely, it can be case a huge multitude of times without the need for modifiers, but modifiers do increase the maximum. (Starting maximum is 10 missiles plus 2 for each point in Intelligence).
Incantation - "Answer my call, <number> spirits of <element>, strike true upon my foe"
Fire Ball - Form a ball of fire that can strike with concussive and burning force.
Techniques: (Techniques are unique to characters, and while some may learn techniques from their masters, they can absolutely invent their own techniques, essentially their own 'interpretation' of their forms)</s>
<|message|>Lorelai de Windt
Lorelai De Windt
With her companion chosen by merit of being the least exhausted of the group besides herself, Lorelai and Ultana made the trek to secure life saving refreshments and far less urgent but no less important snacks. You never forgot your first time with tentacled sea creatures, living or otherwise, and Lorelai's heart soared at the prospect of providing an innocent youth a pleasant memory to cherish!
Of course she said as much to her partner in her quest, chattering the entire way there and the entire way back about every thought that flitted between her ears. Japanese politeness, which admittedly should have stopped her from being so verbose in the first place, would keep Ultana from snapping, but she would be spared the verbal onslaught as they drew closer to where they had left there party.
Bizarrely where she knew they where, Lorelai could see neither hide nor hair of them. Idly she thought it had been several minutes since she saw anyone walk either way along the trail. Clutching her armful of canned beverages closer she edged forward, hackles metaphorically raised. "They wouldn't have left without us. They could barely stand, let alone keep hiking without us..."
Dragon Rage x2 - 4 Skill Points.
Second Wind - 2 Skill Points.</s>
<|message|>Ultana Whelen
Ultana Whelen - Kiyomizu Shrine
@ERode
It didn't take long for Ultana to regret going with Lorelai. She thought Otis' rambling was bad but Lorelai was something else! I don't think there was even a single moment where her mouth stayed closed for longer than a second or two! The only thing they really prevented her from snapping was the smell of the takoyaki in her hands. Luckily, or unluckily, she finally stopped when they returned to where their classmates were.....or should've been. Not a single one of them nor any trace of them were there.
"Well, not all of them at least." There's some she wouldn't really be surprised to see go missing. "But you're right, Asta and the other two were especially out of it...But what could've happened to them?" It's not like we were in middle of nowhere, if something big happened, there would've been a big commotion or something to alert us....Like a lightening bolt, she was reminded of what happened earlier. "Do you think those people that were looking for Seirin found her? Though, it wouldn't explain what happened to the others...Hmm...Unless someone else came after them..."
If they were attacked, it could be that they were carried off but....Checking the ground, there was no obvious signs of a struggle and there was no signs of destruction to the area. It was as if they disappeared into thin area or were teleported away...Items still in hand, she continued searching the field until something catches her eye. Bending down, she saw what looked like a talisman covered in dirt near the edge of the area. "Lorelai, over here. Found something."
Once she moved closer, Ultana showed Lorelai the talisman. "Looks like this is probably why we couldn't find them. Has to be some kind of barrier spell." After glancing at Lorelai, she pocketed the drinks to free up her hands and proceeded to tear apart the talisman. Nothing happened at first, but soon the barrier gave way and they could see their friends again......and a shrine maiden? Well, a strange girl with a ponytail wearing a kitsune mask and wielding a real fancy looking weapon. Not to mention she was charging at her classmates quickly. Something had to be done.
"10 spirits of earth, launch forth the bolts of golden earth!" casting Earth Arbalests, she targeted the assassin hoping to interrupt her charge and get her to back off.
Minor Magical Skill - Memorizer - 2 skill points)</s>
<|message|>Jhackson Michael Mason
JM MASON
Minazuki
---
JM frowned. The questionable legality of a student being kidnapped for an apprenticeship flew over his head. He wasn't the kind of guy to over think these kinds of things. Their reasons too; they could be out to save some magical world on Mars or whatever, he didn't care. If the school wanted him to hang out with these dudes, then fuck it, he'll ride.
He shrugged.
"If you guys are on the straight with me, I ain't got no questions. You gonna teach me to be a youkai or exorcist or the fucking fairy princess, then fine. Just don't waste my time, I've behind everyone else as it is."
He knew what he must have looked like to his classmates, and they weren't wrong. He was older than most of them, and less educated besides. It was a struggle to even retain scholarship, despite how minimal the requirements were. And speaking of uneducated...
"And I dunno if my dad was an Oni or whatever, but you'll be doin' yourselves a favor if you don't find much similarities with 'im, deadbeat useless hairy drunkard that he is."
Okay, so he might have put little more venom in that than he intended. It was an opportunity to bad mouth his old man though, so he wasn't going to take it back.
JM shrugged again, and turned to his Senpai or whatever.
"A'ight goldilocks, whatchu got for me? Your bossman seems like a busy guy, so I don't wanna stay in his hair for too long."</s>
| <|message|>Aurelius Pendragon
Air, that was all Aurelius managed to hit as Akimoto swiftly evaded, turning his body away from the sword of the youngster. This man was far quicker than Aurelius had determined. The young swordsman pivoted after his initial swing, taking his blade back the way it came. Both hands held firm to the handle, using the fullest of his strength. Once again, he only managed to hit air as Akimoto took a single step evade the boy's blow. Aurelius stopped in the middle of his swing, pulling his arms back a bit; the blade was pointed toward Akimoto to initiate a thrust. The man waited till the last possible moment as Aurelius' blade was nearly piercing his clothes, one swift movement and the blade was pushed upward.
"WHAT?!" Aurelius yelled out as his arms went into the air. Suddenly he felt a sharp pain in his chest, his body moving against his will. Aurelius slammed into the ground with his back first. His mind raced at the mere thought that anyone could stop his blade with just a stick.</s> |
<|description|>Aurelius Pendragon
Age:
16
Race:
Human (?)
Nationality:
Personality:
Stalwart.
If there were ever a single word that could aptly describe Aurelius's character, it would be stalwart. Steady and sure, Aurelius stands as impassive as a looming storm cloud, towering and lumbering over all those around him, being as constant and power-exuding without the need to mutter a few words. While capable of antics of frustration or irritation, Aurelius's true emotions never surface unless he's truly sincere about his resolve in committing to it. Like the rumblings of ominous thunder, Aurelius would often quell arguments by brief flares of rising temper to settle meaningless debates even within a town, whether he knows them or not.
Whenever someone challenges him outright, Aurelius often displays dispassion towards the challenger. However, if they goad him through taunts or threats towards his comrades, or have actually aimed to harm an innocent, Aurelius's instincts of protecting the innocent would surface. As if the sound of thunderclap, Aurelius's determination and killing intent would rise dramatically and would not hold back a single ounce of pity to those who have challenged him so willingly.
Backstory:
Born to the bloodline of King Arthur Pendragon, Aurelius was destined to rule the Kingdom of Camelot. From a young age it was noted that the young prince had a higher than average willpower, not due to his bloodline. His father, Arthinus, plunged his son into the role of up and coming knight from the very moment that Aurelius could walk. There was never any consideration to Aurelius's feelings, instead his father manufactured the boy's manufactured love for their families' legacy. Aurelius saw King Arthur as a true hero which helped his father bring him into training. Even though Arthinus took precedent over Aurelius's training, Gwyn, his mother, stayed strong willed about keeping their son on a path to choose his life first and foremost. Aurelius bonded with his father like master and student, giving them a stunted parent-child relationship; Gwyn instead fostered a relationship built off the love for his child, a love that would stay with him forever.
Aurelius was only twelve when he went through one of the most traumatic moments of his life. During one of their secret training sessions, Gwyn and Aurelius were betrayed by their own butler. Forced to run farther into the forest, Aurelius and his warrior mother found themselves at the lake of legend where Arthur was said to meet the Lady of the Lake prior to acquiring Excalibur. Gwyn, injured and bloodied, could barely protect her son from a large scale fire spell, burning and knocking Aurelius into the lake behind him. That's when he met.....her. The Lady of the Lake aka Lala helped the young prince, her being a child of roughly the same age for reasons unknown to Aurelius. His burns covered his chest and left arm,left eye damaged,his mother sacrificed her life for him, his father distant, and now he had an annoying chick following him every where, what more could get worse?
The years only passed as Aurelius trained and lived through his mother's memories, his father still unable to bond with his son, instead deciding to sign him and Lala up to a certain school. Aurelius would soon learn to be the man that he always wanted to be, the king of heroes.
[Stat System]
END: 65 (D)
STR: 30 (D)
DEX: 90 (C)
AGI: 65 (D)
INT: 35 (E)
WIL: 50 (D)
CHR: 30 (E)
SPT: 15 (E)
LCK: 20 (F)
[Combat]
-Equipment-
Weapons:
Gwyn- A sword crafted for his mother prior to meeting her husband. The blade was damaged during his last stand to save her child, and Aurelius applied wraps from one of her dresses to cover the scarring like he does his own arm. A tough metal allows the sword to clash with others and carries a deceptive weight.
Gear:
Light Spellbook
Other:
N/A
Independent:
Unknown Blood - Aurelius holds something that is neither Arcanis or Earth human within him. It only seems to activate whenever he is pushed in a corner, increasing his STR and INT by 20% until he is healthy again.
King Arthur Descendant - He holds the right of kingship over the lost Kingdom of Camelot. Is this mere boasting, or was this myth true?
Stalwart Sword - Aurelius is able to avoid being knocked away by bracing himself for an attack, as long as he's using a sword. Doing so increases his END by 10%. This increases further to 40% (only while bracing) if he is protecting someone. The bonus will only activate when he's bracing.
Soul of the Duelist - When directly challenged, or when challenging someone directly to combat, his sword strikes are more potent and more likely to overpower. This will not activate during a brawl against multiple enemies, but it can work against a boss if he manages to be the sole fighter.
Major Skills:
Magic Circuit 1: Tidewalker - The basic circuit for the Abyssal Knights. The water-based circuit is the most basic, and it's purpose is general-purpose combat, increasing speed, power, and durability all in equal measure. It also allows the use of all spells in the Abyssal library.
Incantation - "The waking waves hide no lies, let the waters wash over thy soul"
First Form - Arthur
Execution - The blade is lifted vertically upwards, pointing the blade essentially at the sun as if to gather strength. Eventually it is brought downward vertically with intent to split the helm. Even blocked it can push through with the help of gravity.
Principle - The basic style taught to knights of Camelot. Arthur is the go to form that teaches a balance of offense and defense. Can use all sword techniques.
Second Form - Lancelot
Execution - The sword is held upward parallel to shoulders, blade pointing forward. Quick thrusts are initiated through this stance, focused primarily on using precise thrusts to target vulnerable areas of the body.
Principle - A full offensive form meant to use reach and speed.
Third Form - Galahad
Execution - A quick step to the right, using momentum to carry the sword through the abdomen. A fast movement that is followed by flips and rolls to strike from various points.
Principle - Created by Aurelius to utilize his environment, flexibility, and footwork for a offensive style that teaches him to attack at different angles and not be predictable.
Fourth Form - Gwyn
Execution - Placing the sword to the side of the body, exposing the whole body to an attack, preparing for a counter attack.
Principle - A form created by Aurelius' mother, Gwyn. It works by feinting and baiting and helping Aurelius learn to read body language.
Minor Skills:
Studied: Wild Blade Style - Form 3 Galahad
Spells:
Wave Sword - A simple swing of the user's weapon will cause a blade of water to extend their range. The range can be controlled and this move used frequently.
Tidal Dragon - A sword technique where the user does a spinning overhead slash. They can spin in a somersault or horizontally, the entire point is to obtain momentum. The move has a dragon trailing the attack.
Frost Javelin - The user will summon a javelin of ice and throw it. If the user uses a spear, the spell will have more piercing power.
Lightdash Stride - A simple spell that moves the user quickly on a path of light. The user need not make an action but are free to do so during this.
Flash Barrier - A quickly cast barrier that can negate spells or deflect melee attacks. Not particularly strong but can be disruptive.
Magic Missile - A projectile with no particular magical alignment, cheap and effective, but requires technique and proper application to execute properly. It can also be attuned with an element, becoming <element> Missile. Uniquely, it can be case a huge multitude of times without the need for modifiers, but modifiers do increase the maximum. (Starting maximum is 10 missiles plus 2 for each point in Intelligence).
Incantation - "Answer my call, <number> spirits of <element>, strike true upon my foe"
Fire Ball - Form a ball of fire that can strike with concussive and burning force.
Techniques: (Techniques are unique to characters, and while some may learn techniques from their masters, they can absolutely invent their own techniques, essentially their own 'interpretation' of their forms)</s>
<|message|>Fran Reyriver
Kyoto
Friday, June 3rd 20XX
Morning
---
Ultana
-Am-X
Central Onmyou Library of Fujiwara
"Welcome to the Central Onmyou Library of the Fujiwara, here we record all historical texts and techniques pertaining to onmyoudo. Many aspiring onmyou may order or request texts from our halls, or visit them directly. The security of our library is handled not by people, but by shikigami that have been made to be servants of the facility's core. As a result, do please try not to do anything suspicious, as the leniency of a human will not be present should you be judged harshly by our systems. Furthermore, if you do not find what you need here, might we suggest the branches in... Tokyo, Hokkaido, Shimonoseki, and Nagasaki. That will be all for the introduction. Do not hesitate to ask the shikigami for assistance, please, have a good day".
The last few minutes for Ultana was, strange, surrounded mainly by shikigami, and a few onmyouji who were poring over some texts over at some tables. Well, she could easily just ask the shikigami that has become dormant in front of her for directions, right? Though this was all done by magic, it felt a lot more like a robot than anything else. These shikigami looked a lot more like what she'd been led to believe they looked like, that being triangle pieces of paper with two arms and a circle for a head. Some of them had different markings likely to indicate roles, as well as varying sizes. There were numerous small ones that acted as guides like this one, as well as others at human size to handle stock like the staff of a library.
Fortunately this facility despite it's archaic ancient Japanese architecture, was clean, and well lit. There was still a rustic atmosphere along with it almost seeming like a shrine... Well, actually there was a shrine, in the very center of this underground library, with a shikigami there behind a counter. The aisles of this library were strange. While some were traditional books and even scrolls, others were... Tubes? If she asked one of the shikigami what they were, they were called kuda, a kind of container that contained entities. Supposedly some information was kept in dormant and safely stored shikigami rather than written, for various reasons apparently.
Otis
Uzamari Ryokan
"Oh, yes I can do that. She'll be receiving it later today", Utsumi replied. He took the letter and put it away. What he'd do to send them off later was use a familiar to get it to a messenger between this and the next world. Eiseikato had a group of 'scouts' so to speak who kept an eye on the outside while also with authorized persons send messages, supplies, and so on. They did trading with the outside world afterall, through strictly private and confidential connections.
"Well, I hope you're enjoying your time here. I also trust you'll be careful with the weapons you may end up carrying, as part of your studies", like any teacher he gave some imparting worries, but frankly other than the events of yesterday, the impression Utsumi had of Otis was he was rather cautious.
"But, I'm sure you may have noticed, certain people running around and all, city's not the most calm right now, so just my suggestion to try not getting into any trouble alright?"
Lorelai
Yagyu Shingan Dojo
"My that's quite the spirit, I admire that, let it be more than just boasting then", she responded.
As the students began to choose what they wanted to try out, everyone split off to different groups in the dojo to practice the basics of their chosen forms. Lorelai was put with a few girls from the dojo, while the sensei watched every group from afar. It seems today was just basics, things like getting the form down, getting used to the yari, some of the key footwork, and so on.
The things she would be practicing consisted of doing the basic thrusts and the footwork. There wasn't much, but it would be practiced in repetition until she got used to it. Due to her experience with a proper steel weapon, she should very quickly acclimate to the weight and length of the practice yari.</s>
<|message|>Otis Tan Arillo
Minazuki
"I'm always careful," Otis responded. He may be always willing to pull out his gun and shoot someone, but he always had a rational, logical reason for doing that too. Such as assassins trying to kill royal heirs in broad daylight. The Strigidae paused briefly, before adding. "And I don't look for trouble."
Just that it had a habit of finding him while he looked for answers.
Satisfied that Utsumi had at least physically received his letter to Koyuki, Otis strode off. There was a brief consideration towards the prospect of stalking Utsumi and seeing just how the teacher received and sent out reports to the more supernaturally-inclined individuals of the class, but he disregarded that soon enough. Too much effort for too little gain. Rather, considering the abruptness of the incident...the tawny-haired youth twisted his head around, cycling over his memories of those who were offering demonstrations and lessons at the conference. The Strigidae had consumed his fair share of Japanese media before. He had seen his fair share of Ghibli films before, of which Spirited Away was one. Demons and disappearances, which school would offer the fullest understanding of such matters in Kyoto?
Ah.
The Kyoto Alliance of Occultism probably knew something or the other, wouldn't they? With a direction in mind, Otis walked out into the gentle warmth of the morning light in search of that organization.</s>
| <|message|>Aurelius Pendragon
Aurelius mind raced with the many ideas that could explain how this man could pull off such a feat. This speed could not be natural, the precision of his cut was beyond anything he knew. Swordsmen in Camelot did fight with such speed, men like his father relied on superior technique and brawn to face down those that oppose them. His eyes just stared at the leaf as it slowly floated to the ground, the two halves representing the two halves of his mind seeking two different reasoning; One half sure that this man was using magic, and the other thinking it had to be the sword. That mindset slowly tanked as the man handed a katana to Aurelius, and he reached out to grip it.
"I will practice and meet with you again." Aurelius bowed respectfully, "I look forward to your teachings."
He brought the blade to his side, gripping the handle tightly to feel it's solid wood design. The weight did not match his regular sword, being lighting along the blade, noticing it was heavier in the handle only. A different form of training would be needed to prepare himself with this blade. He felt as though he could wield it to create faster strokes with less force; a novice to using any weapon of its kind. Aurelius turned to face Lady with a genuine smile. "Let's go train."</s> |
<|description|>Aurelius Pendragon
Age:
16
Race:
Human (?)
Nationality:
Personality:
Stalwart.
If there were ever a single word that could aptly describe Aurelius's character, it would be stalwart. Steady and sure, Aurelius stands as impassive as a looming storm cloud, towering and lumbering over all those around him, being as constant and power-exuding without the need to mutter a few words. While capable of antics of frustration or irritation, Aurelius's true emotions never surface unless he's truly sincere about his resolve in committing to it. Like the rumblings of ominous thunder, Aurelius would often quell arguments by brief flares of rising temper to settle meaningless debates even within a town, whether he knows them or not.
Whenever someone challenges him outright, Aurelius often displays dispassion towards the challenger. However, if they goad him through taunts or threats towards his comrades, or have actually aimed to harm an innocent, Aurelius's instincts of protecting the innocent would surface. As if the sound of thunderclap, Aurelius's determination and killing intent would rise dramatically and would not hold back a single ounce of pity to those who have challenged him so willingly.
Backstory:
Born to the bloodline of King Arthur Pendragon, Aurelius was destined to rule the Kingdom of Camelot. From a young age it was noted that the young prince had a higher than average willpower, not due to his bloodline. His father, Arthinus, plunged his son into the role of up and coming knight from the very moment that Aurelius could walk. There was never any consideration to Aurelius's feelings, instead his father manufactured the boy's manufactured love for their families' legacy. Aurelius saw King Arthur as a true hero which helped his father bring him into training. Even though Arthinus took precedent over Aurelius's training, Gwyn, his mother, stayed strong willed about keeping their son on a path to choose his life first and foremost. Aurelius bonded with his father like master and student, giving them a stunted parent-child relationship; Gwyn instead fostered a relationship built off the love for his child, a love that would stay with him forever.
Aurelius was only twelve when he went through one of the most traumatic moments of his life. During one of their secret training sessions, Gwyn and Aurelius were betrayed by their own butler. Forced to run farther into the forest, Aurelius and his warrior mother found themselves at the lake of legend where Arthur was said to meet the Lady of the Lake prior to acquiring Excalibur. Gwyn, injured and bloodied, could barely protect her son from a large scale fire spell, burning and knocking Aurelius into the lake behind him. That's when he met.....her. The Lady of the Lake aka Lala helped the young prince, her being a child of roughly the same age for reasons unknown to Aurelius. His burns covered his chest and left arm,left eye damaged,his mother sacrificed her life for him, his father distant, and now he had an annoying chick following him every where, what more could get worse?
The years only passed as Aurelius trained and lived through his mother's memories, his father still unable to bond with his son, instead deciding to sign him and Lala up to a certain school. Aurelius would soon learn to be the man that he always wanted to be, the king of heroes.
[Stat System]
END: 65 (D)
STR: 30 (D)
DEX: 90 (C)
AGI: 65 (D)
INT: 35 (E)
WIL: 50 (D)
CHR: 30 (E)
SPT: 15 (E)
LCK: 20 (F)
[Combat]
-Equipment-
Weapons:
Gwyn- A sword crafted for his mother prior to meeting her husband. The blade was damaged during his last stand to save her child, and Aurelius applied wraps from one of her dresses to cover the scarring like he does his own arm. A tough metal allows the sword to clash with others and carries a deceptive weight.
Gear:
Light Spellbook
Other:
N/A
Independent:
Unknown Blood - Aurelius holds something that is neither Arcanis or Earth human within him. It only seems to activate whenever he is pushed in a corner, increasing his STR and INT by 20% until he is healthy again.
King Arthur Descendant - He holds the right of kingship over the lost Kingdom of Camelot. Is this mere boasting, or was this myth true?
Stalwart Sword - Aurelius is able to avoid being knocked away by bracing himself for an attack, as long as he's using a sword. Doing so increases his END by 10%. This increases further to 40% (only while bracing) if he is protecting someone. The bonus will only activate when he's bracing.
Soul of the Duelist - When directly challenged, or when challenging someone directly to combat, his sword strikes are more potent and more likely to overpower. This will not activate during a brawl against multiple enemies, but it can work against a boss if he manages to be the sole fighter.
Major Skills:
Magic Circuit 1: Tidewalker - The basic circuit for the Abyssal Knights. The water-based circuit is the most basic, and it's purpose is general-purpose combat, increasing speed, power, and durability all in equal measure. It also allows the use of all spells in the Abyssal library.
Incantation - "The waking waves hide no lies, let the waters wash over thy soul"
First Form - Arthur
Execution - The blade is lifted vertically upwards, pointing the blade essentially at the sun as if to gather strength. Eventually it is brought downward vertically with intent to split the helm. Even blocked it can push through with the help of gravity.
Principle - The basic style taught to knights of Camelot. Arthur is the go to form that teaches a balance of offense and defense. Can use all sword techniques.
Second Form - Lancelot
Execution - The sword is held upward parallel to shoulders, blade pointing forward. Quick thrusts are initiated through this stance, focused primarily on using precise thrusts to target vulnerable areas of the body.
Principle - A full offensive form meant to use reach and speed.
Third Form - Galahad
Execution - A quick step to the right, using momentum to carry the sword through the abdomen. A fast movement that is followed by flips and rolls to strike from various points.
Principle - Created by Aurelius to utilize his environment, flexibility, and footwork for a offensive style that teaches him to attack at different angles and not be predictable.
Fourth Form - Gwyn
Execution - Placing the sword to the side of the body, exposing the whole body to an attack, preparing for a counter attack.
Principle - A form created by Aurelius' mother, Gwyn. It works by feinting and baiting and helping Aurelius learn to read body language.
Minor Skills:
Studied: Wild Blade Style - Form 3 Galahad
Spells:
Wave Sword - A simple swing of the user's weapon will cause a blade of water to extend their range. The range can be controlled and this move used frequently.
Tidal Dragon - A sword technique where the user does a spinning overhead slash. They can spin in a somersault or horizontally, the entire point is to obtain momentum. The move has a dragon trailing the attack.
Frost Javelin - The user will summon a javelin of ice and throw it. If the user uses a spear, the spell will have more piercing power.
Lightdash Stride - A simple spell that moves the user quickly on a path of light. The user need not make an action but are free to do so during this.
Flash Barrier - A quickly cast barrier that can negate spells or deflect melee attacks. Not particularly strong but can be disruptive.
Magic Missile - A projectile with no particular magical alignment, cheap and effective, but requires technique and proper application to execute properly. It can also be attuned with an element, becoming <element> Missile. Uniquely, it can be case a huge multitude of times without the need for modifiers, but modifiers do increase the maximum. (Starting maximum is 10 missiles plus 2 for each point in Intelligence).
Incantation - "Answer my call, <number> spirits of <element>, strike true upon my foe"
Fire Ball - Form a ball of fire that can strike with concussive and burning force.
Techniques: (Techniques are unique to characters, and while some may learn techniques from their masters, they can absolutely invent their own techniques, essentially their own 'interpretation' of their forms)</s>
<|message|>Lorelai de Windt
Lorelai De Windt
"Seshoukan Muramasa..." Lorelai intoned, working the syllables over her tongue with a small pout of concentration. Then it slowly morphed, the sun shining with a vengeance behind her eyes as she rounded upon the black smith and lunged. Her arms enveloped him, pulling him close with a cry of delight.
Of course, being mindful not to smack anyone with the Yari, she didn't pay mind to wear she pulled the young man's face, but her obliviousness returned in full force.
"You've worked miracles for me, and now you've christened your finest with a name that brings joy to my heart! Oh I have been blessed to meet the Muramasa family, each and everyone one of you!" The blonde's jubilation went beyond the bounds of propriety but that implied there was someone to chastise the girl currently smothering a blacksmith while carrying a point magic spear.
I can't wait to show this to Seirin!</s>
<|message|>Otis Tan Arillo
Minazuki
Such little information, such little promise. No plans that they were privy to, only the promise of being able to participate. Once again, the lack of knowledge pissed Otis off, but between Utsumi and Kuuto, it was clear that the former didn't know what the latter did. Disappointing, yet there was no reason to lash out. The Strigidae drew in a deep breath, then nodded once, tersely.
"Fine."
He finished his food, went into his empty, empty room, and got to work.
The weaknesses were clear now, both in the limitations and inefficiencies of his current magecraft, as well as in what more needed to be done in order to handle a transitional existence such as Shinzou. Though he had previously possessed knowledge of the half-yokai's lineage, it seems as if leaning on one side of his bloodline or the other didn't increase his vulnerability to anti-demon techniques noticeably. Strategies and tactics would have to be adjusted accordingly, and that wasn't even taking into account the sheer amount of unknown factors that surrounded the site of any possible conflict, nor any other allies that the Sennen-no-Matsuri may bring to fold. Honestly, even if the students were brought into this conflict, there was no guarantee that they would personally face off against Shinzou.
It would be strange to do so, even, considering the disparity of power that the man had so casually displayed.
But that didn't change Otis's own decision-making. He was smart, but he was also stubborn. And while intelligence told him that not nearly enough time has passed for him to be able to pull a W out against Shinzou after two definitively Ls, obstinacy kept him going, kept him thinking. A meeting, arranged with Motsuhime to discuss what the man knew of that wind-wielding terrorist. And then…
The grind began.
It had been lonely, just a little bit, having such a large bedroom for himself, but now, it was for the betterment of all. Otis was a night owl, and experimentations in magecraft were oft times ill-conducive towards sleep. With chisel, hammer, reagents, and vials, he began his dark work, plagiarizing and reworking the techniques he's learned to suit his own needs.
Back in Arcanis, he sought general combative ability to keep up with his magically-inclined peers.
Now in Kyoto, he was gonna shoot a goddamn ghost in the head and kill it.</s>
| <|message|>Aurelius Pendragon
His mind spun for a bit as he walked with Lady to Akimoto's Dojo. The people seemed to whiz by him, a blur due to his thoughts clouding every bit of his perceptions. Shinzou had been a tough fight, a level of opponent that Aurelius had not seen since fighting his father during intense sparring sessions. An inadequacy washed over him like a thunderstorm showering a city, the feeling of not being good enough, and the fact he did the least work; Aurelius felt as though his swordsmanship had not progressed like he expected. What would he do if another villain of such superior quality decided to rear their ugly head?
Suddenly he felt a tug at his arm, bringing him back to reality. Piercing flame colored eyes attached to a radiant smile were fixated upon the young boy, his friend giving her overwhelming support. Even if he felt weak, Lady would always be there to give him an unending amount of support like only his mother once did. She had not only cleared his mind, but her touch was to get him to notice that they had arrived to Akimoto's dojo. Today he would finish his training and prove that he was stronger than he thought.</s> |
<|description|>Aurelius Pendragon
Age:
16
Race:
Human (?)
Nationality:
Personality:
Stalwart.
If there were ever a single word that could aptly describe Aurelius's character, it would be stalwart. Steady and sure, Aurelius stands as impassive as a looming storm cloud, towering and lumbering over all those around him, being as constant and power-exuding without the need to mutter a few words. While capable of antics of frustration or irritation, Aurelius's true emotions never surface unless he's truly sincere about his resolve in committing to it. Like the rumblings of ominous thunder, Aurelius would often quell arguments by brief flares of rising temper to settle meaningless debates even within a town, whether he knows them or not.
Whenever someone challenges him outright, Aurelius often displays dispassion towards the challenger. However, if they goad him through taunts or threats towards his comrades, or have actually aimed to harm an innocent, Aurelius's instincts of protecting the innocent would surface. As if the sound of thunderclap, Aurelius's determination and killing intent would rise dramatically and would not hold back a single ounce of pity to those who have challenged him so willingly.
Backstory:
Born to the bloodline of King Arthur Pendragon, Aurelius was destined to rule the Kingdom of Camelot. From a young age it was noted that the young prince had a higher than average willpower, not due to his bloodline. His father, Arthinus, plunged his son into the role of up and coming knight from the very moment that Aurelius could walk. There was never any consideration to Aurelius's feelings, instead his father manufactured the boy's manufactured love for their families' legacy. Aurelius saw King Arthur as a true hero which helped his father bring him into training. Even though Arthinus took precedent over Aurelius's training, Gwyn, his mother, stayed strong willed about keeping their son on a path to choose his life first and foremost. Aurelius bonded with his father like master and student, giving them a stunted parent-child relationship; Gwyn instead fostered a relationship built off the love for his child, a love that would stay with him forever.
Aurelius was only twelve when he went through one of the most traumatic moments of his life. During one of their secret training sessions, Gwyn and Aurelius were betrayed by their own butler. Forced to run farther into the forest, Aurelius and his warrior mother found themselves at the lake of legend where Arthur was said to meet the Lady of the Lake prior to acquiring Excalibur. Gwyn, injured and bloodied, could barely protect her son from a large scale fire spell, burning and knocking Aurelius into the lake behind him. That's when he met.....her. The Lady of the Lake aka Lala helped the young prince, her being a child of roughly the same age for reasons unknown to Aurelius. His burns covered his chest and left arm,left eye damaged,his mother sacrificed her life for him, his father distant, and now he had an annoying chick following him every where, what more could get worse?
The years only passed as Aurelius trained and lived through his mother's memories, his father still unable to bond with his son, instead deciding to sign him and Lala up to a certain school. Aurelius would soon learn to be the man that he always wanted to be, the king of heroes.
[Stat System]
END: 65 (D)
STR: 30 (D)
DEX: 90 (C)
AGI: 65 (D)
INT: 35 (E)
WIL: 50 (D)
CHR: 30 (E)
SPT: 15 (E)
LCK: 20 (F)
[Combat]
-Equipment-
Weapons:
Gwyn- A sword crafted for his mother prior to meeting her husband. The blade was damaged during his last stand to save her child, and Aurelius applied wraps from one of her dresses to cover the scarring like he does his own arm. A tough metal allows the sword to clash with others and carries a deceptive weight.
Gear:
Light Spellbook
Other:
N/A
Independent:
Unknown Blood - Aurelius holds something that is neither Arcanis or Earth human within him. It only seems to activate whenever he is pushed in a corner, increasing his STR and INT by 20% until he is healthy again.
King Arthur Descendant - He holds the right of kingship over the lost Kingdom of Camelot. Is this mere boasting, or was this myth true?
Stalwart Sword - Aurelius is able to avoid being knocked away by bracing himself for an attack, as long as he's using a sword. Doing so increases his END by 10%. This increases further to 40% (only while bracing) if he is protecting someone. The bonus will only activate when he's bracing.
Soul of the Duelist - When directly challenged, or when challenging someone directly to combat, his sword strikes are more potent and more likely to overpower. This will not activate during a brawl against multiple enemies, but it can work against a boss if he manages to be the sole fighter.
Major Skills:
Magic Circuit 1: Tidewalker - The basic circuit for the Abyssal Knights. The water-based circuit is the most basic, and it's purpose is general-purpose combat, increasing speed, power, and durability all in equal measure. It also allows the use of all spells in the Abyssal library.
Incantation - "The waking waves hide no lies, let the waters wash over thy soul"
First Form - Arthur
Execution - The blade is lifted vertically upwards, pointing the blade essentially at the sun as if to gather strength. Eventually it is brought downward vertically with intent to split the helm. Even blocked it can push through with the help of gravity.
Principle - The basic style taught to knights of Camelot. Arthur is the go to form that teaches a balance of offense and defense. Can use all sword techniques.
Second Form - Lancelot
Execution - The sword is held upward parallel to shoulders, blade pointing forward. Quick thrusts are initiated through this stance, focused primarily on using precise thrusts to target vulnerable areas of the body.
Principle - A full offensive form meant to use reach and speed.
Third Form - Galahad
Execution - A quick step to the right, using momentum to carry the sword through the abdomen. A fast movement that is followed by flips and rolls to strike from various points.
Principle - Created by Aurelius to utilize his environment, flexibility, and footwork for a offensive style that teaches him to attack at different angles and not be predictable.
Fourth Form - Gwyn
Execution - Placing the sword to the side of the body, exposing the whole body to an attack, preparing for a counter attack.
Principle - A form created by Aurelius' mother, Gwyn. It works by feinting and baiting and helping Aurelius learn to read body language.
Minor Skills:
Studied: Wild Blade Style - Form 3 Galahad
Spells:
Wave Sword - A simple swing of the user's weapon will cause a blade of water to extend their range. The range can be controlled and this move used frequently.
Tidal Dragon - A sword technique where the user does a spinning overhead slash. They can spin in a somersault or horizontally, the entire point is to obtain momentum. The move has a dragon trailing the attack.
Frost Javelin - The user will summon a javelin of ice and throw it. If the user uses a spear, the spell will have more piercing power.
Lightdash Stride - A simple spell that moves the user quickly on a path of light. The user need not make an action but are free to do so during this.
Flash Barrier - A quickly cast barrier that can negate spells or deflect melee attacks. Not particularly strong but can be disruptive.
Magic Missile - A projectile with no particular magical alignment, cheap and effective, but requires technique and proper application to execute properly. It can also be attuned with an element, becoming <element> Missile. Uniquely, it can be case a huge multitude of times without the need for modifiers, but modifiers do increase the maximum. (Starting maximum is 10 missiles plus 2 for each point in Intelligence).
Incantation - "Answer my call, <number> spirits of <element>, strike true upon my foe"
Fire Ball - Form a ball of fire that can strike with concussive and burning force.
Techniques: (Techniques are unique to characters, and while some may learn techniques from their masters, they can absolutely invent their own techniques, essentially their own 'interpretation' of their forms)</s>
<|message|>Otis Tan Arillo
But as Safia raised her head once more, eyes no longer shut, what greeted her wasn't the sunset-bathed room of a secluded section of the library, away from prying eyes and romantically lit by an orange glow. No, as the door closed behind her, she found herself in room sealed by blackout curtains and lit up by a sterile, fluorescent brilliance. Upon every available section of the wall were pieces of printer paper stained almost black by the amount of writing upon them, while upon the central table of the room laid a motley collection of tools both for magical study as well as scientific study. One of the chairs had been repurposed as a makeshift shelf for books to be stacked upon, and if Safia took even a slight glimpse, she'd realize with horror that half of the books were about theology, and the other half was about atheists pissing on theology.
But there was a reason why the fusion of piety and blasphemy only warranted an 'if'.
For, standing in the center of a magic circle drawn from some dark red substance, was a bell that shone with a light most sanctimonious. And, standing behind, dressed in his usual outfit of homespun attire, Otis stood, long shadows turning his face into that of a menace, a madman.
Safia could not have known, not with her packed daily schedule.
Every day since his return to Silver Gate Academy, Otis had reserved this particular room in the library from morning to dusk, slowing creating his own laboratory for arcane-divine experimentation. And with her own entrance into this room, the Strigidae smiled a smile that did not reach his eyes.
"Good. We are friends. Safia, show me your holy magic. Teach me how to summon one of your angels."
He was now well past the stage of observation. And if he wanted to move onto experimentation, well…
Otis needed disposable test subjects.</s>
<|message|>Safia Reges
"I–wait, what?" Safia blinked, closed her eyes, and rubbed her temples. This was just a bad dream. "You want me to... teach you to summon angels??"
Otis nodded. There was no trace of duplicity, or any kind of emotion, really, on his face.
"Okay, okay. I get it." Safia was an idiot, but she wasn't stupid. The kid in front of her had a reputation. It was highly likely that he'd be using his summons for... questionable things. She couldn't possibly facilitate something like that! It was heresy! And the state of this room! Safia really couldn't say much, considering the state of her own home, but still! It looked like the lovechild of Richard Dawkins and Alister McGrath spawned from the violent hate-sex they clearly had after their famous debate! The sexual tension between the two had been undeniable. Why, when Dawkins had confronted the Logos discussion–she was getting distracted.
Safia reconsidered her knee-jerk reaction. She couldn't deny that she had a vested interest in the mechanics of holy magic. And so the gears in her head began to turn.
The holy magic she used was based on faith. The light magic she used was also based on faith, even though it was technically an elemental spell set. Her professor had written a whole paper on how channeling with the Word could allow holy magic users to cast spells that normally weren't considered "holy." She herself still used prayer to cast elemental magics, even though they weren't tied directly to Him. Safia didn't really know how (well, she knew how, but she'd never practiced it) to cast magic without prayer. And the faithless couldn't cast magic through prayer–that was a given.
So, if she taught Otis her particular brand of summoning, if he did anything untoward, surely the cast wouldn't go through... right...? Safia herself had done some... questionable things in the eyes of the lord, but she could still drink holy water and walk on blessed earth and cast spells through prayer. So maybe toeing the line a little was okay...?
It wasn't really her responsibility if Otis got himself excommunicated. Safia could just claim that she'd done her best to show him the light, and all would be fine. For her, at least.
She looked at him again.
"Psalm 92:12, "The righteous man will flourish like the palm tree, he will grow like a cedar in Lebanon." I'll teach you how to summon, but you better not do anything stupid. Only He knows what'll happen if you try and mix magics of different faith systems or mess with divinity too much."</s>
| <|message|>Aurelius Pendragon
A week had passed since the Kyoto trip, Aurelius unable to fully let go of the fight with Shinzou and the Kyuubi. He couldn't get over his lackluster performance during the fights. Something ate at him on the inside, a feeling that he knew all too well; the years of training with his father, each session ending in disappointment toward the Prince's performance. As much as the teen wanted to improve, he always felt he was lagging behind in some way. Even during the training with Akimoto, Aurelius couldn't stop himself from thinking that he wasn't using his abilities to their fullest. He was a spell knight but, his body seemed to never allow him to use it to it's fullest. Luckily for him that he had found a good friend that helped him learn what he was best at.
Ever since Kyoto, Aurelius had gotten a chance to hang out with Lorelai, starting a friendship that he didn't have with the other students. Her kind and outgoing nature contrasted his own introverted personality, helping to bring him out of his shell a bit, even giving him the idea to eventually try to befriend the others especially Otis. Lorelai didn't just help Aurelius open up but, she was also his new saprring partner. They sparred quite a bit, Lorelai and the Prince helping the other learn more about their own abilities. It was these sparring matches that opened up his eyes to try a different way of fighting. He was physically gifted and maybe that was what he needed to focus on. Taking two days to himself, he began to train and learn a new technique or two.
Training wasn't the only thing that Aurelius was interested in. The Adventure Guild sounded like a novel idea to help others and increase his own experience. He took no time in getting his badge, ready to see what the guild would put him through. Maybe if he ranked up high enough, then his father would take notice. It was a stretch but, one he was willing to try. Shaking the idea from his mind, Aurelius made his way over to a specific classmate.
"Hey, Lorelai. I don't know if you to the Adventure Guild, but I'd like to travel with you when you do." Aurelius gave a small smile, "Also your idea to shift my weight during sparring was helpful."</s> |
<|description|>Sam Quinn
"My Friend, this here is a once-in-lifetime opportunity"
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Nicknames:Sammy Quick, Sam the Man, The Rainmaker, Sam the Closer, Sammy Silverfingers, Sam Money, Sammy Quintuple-your-money (it bears mentioning all of these are nicknames he coined for himself. He's hoping they catch on)
Age: 23
Gender:Male
Appearance: Sam's shorter than average at 5'8", made even worse by his tendency to slouch. He likes to dress flashy, likes bold colors and patterns, but is always keeping an eye on fashion trends. Sam prefers to wear coats even when the weather doesn't call for them, as he needs as many pockets as he can get. Whenever he goes out he always has his sunglasses and a cigarette. Sometimes he doesn't even light the cigarette when he pulls one out, just using to gesticulate he's talking or bite down on when he's thinking intensely.
Personality:Sam's always active, always thinking, quickly, but not necessarily thoroughly. He's the kind of person that's always looking for angle, a leg up on the rest of the world, and is fine with bending the rules a little. He doesn't believe in outright theft or violence, but if he ends up better off because he could think of a better scheme than anyone else, that money is as honest as any other in his book. Money is something he thinks about a lot, not really because he's addicted to spending it (though he will throw some around to make a point), but because it's how he measures himself, how he sees if he's finally amounted to something worthwhile. He's a natural deal maker and superficial charmer, but in terms of actual relationships he prefers to have a few close and loyal ones; he'll always back up someone if they are part of his bunch. For outsiders he's more willing to burn bridges; customer satisfaction ain't money, only money is money. In his personal time he's restless, trying to stay active and disdaining intellectual pursuits, his time at university has left him seeing it as something for people who don't value their money.
Short Biography:Sam's parents were highschool sweethearts, married shortly after graduating from school in New Bark Town. They had a shared love of art and painting, but art wasn't a way to pay the bills. His father got a job at the local aluminum smelting plant helping out with machinery maintenence, while his mother worked odd jobs and sold the occasional painting. Sam didn't have much growing up, but he was happy enough, finding his own ways to have fun and explore the town. When Sam was in elementary school the smelting plant closed and his father was laid off; money became tight and his parents began to quarrel. To this day he can't process it all, but it ended with his parents divorcing and his mother re-marrying.
Mr. Kiyosaki, Sam's new stepfather, was a bigshot in the local real estate scene, not very present in his life but always willing to throw around some money in an attempt to buy some goodwill. With his parents splitting custody, Sam grew frustrated with his Father's poverty and started seeing him as something a model of what not to do. Eventually Sam went off to college, changing majors several times as his interests and ideas changed. While he was away at college, Mr. Kiyosaki divorced his mother and moved on to another wife (his third by now), but he at least had the courtesy to leave some money for Sam to complete his studies. Well, it may have been a courtesy enforced by the divorce judgment, but Sam was grateful for it. After one too many semesters of poor grades (Sam insists his time was better spent "networking" than studying), the university politely asked that he take a semester off to reconsider his commitement. Finding himself back in New Bark Town, Sam wasn't interested in hearing about his biological parents patching things up or his father's new line of work as a wind turbine repairman; he was going to use his new freedom to go out into the world and be somebody. He didn't need any piece of paper to tell he was ready, he knew he was ready now.
Pokemon:
Name: Wilbur
Species: Mudbray
Gender: Male
Ability: Stamina
Personality: Dependable, quiet, sometimes a little depressed but always willing to go a little further. Slow but steady. [Give a couple of adjectives that describe the Pokemon]
Name: Smith
Species: Natu
Gender: Female
Ability: Synchronize
Personality: Mysterious, frightened easily. Prone to standing still until getting scared of something out of nowhere. Likes to curl up and perch on safe places, like on the shoulder of a friend.
Reason for Traveling with Main Group: Every business is a relationship business. No one makes money without having connections, and there's no better way to get connections than trying to do something big with together a group of driven and people.
Relationships:
David Quinn: Father. Quiet, keeps to himself. Gets a lot of painting ideas from his work repairing wind turbines.
Mari Tamura: Mother. Living on her own, works part time with a local pokemon breeder. A social butterfly, well-liked among the town.
Toru Kiyosaki: Stepfather. Responsible for a lot of real estate and construction around New Bark Town. Everyone around has an opinion of him, either positive or negative. Without his donations to local public works projects it would probably be overwhelmingly negative. Stern, not much contact with Sam these days.
Akio Kiyosaki: Stepbrother. Toru's son with his first wife, and always Toru's favorite child and choice to inherit his business. More intellectual in his interests than his father or Sam, but has an condescending air about him. Can be kind to the people he counts as true friends and equals, but that is a very small set.
Kyoko Kiyosaki: Half-sister. Younger than Sam, a bundle of energy and warmth. Sort of directionless at the moment, but always looked up to Sam for his passion.
Other: Nothing for the moment</s>
<|message|>Tribute
INTERACTING WITH: N/A
Alrighty, that should do it for this trip. Barry sprayed the last of his Super Repel on himself and Tribute, the lovable thirty-pound bundle of feathers lying face-up on Barry's backpack, as they approached the twinkling morning daylight that marked the entrance to Dark Cave 1. Deli-deli!! Tribute hopped onto the ground and reached into his tail—an oddity of an appendage that functioned more or less like a sack—and extracted two granola bars, reaching up to hand one to Barry. The duo feasted on their oats while they trekked out of the cavern and onto Route 45.
Barry carefully navigated onto Route 29 and set his sights on the growing town in the distance, the same town that he had once called his home: New Bark. He checked his Pokegear—there were still three hours before the scheduled meeting time. Barry considered tossing a message into the group chat to let his future-travel companions know that he had arrived safely, but thought better of it and instead decided to make a quick circle around town. First stop: the research lab, all the while narrating his childhood experiences to Tribute, who had only known life in Blackthorn. He went on to describe how children in the town were selected by Professor Elm to receive their first Pokemon, some to become Champion, others to fill out the Pokedex, and yet others with the simple goal to go out and catch 'em all. Tribute seemed to listen with a passing interest, which was good enough for Barry; all he cared about was reliving older memories side-by-side with a newer friend.
And this, Barry gestured dramatically, is where we used to set up shop before opening Apotheberry in Blackthorn. Our stuff was mostly the same; you had candy, apricots, medicine, the whole shebang. But you liked to have lost it, seeing as we only picked up maybe one batch of ice poffins a year. Tribute made a face as Barry laughed at the idea of his friend missing out on his favorite snack year after year. His laugh ended with a glance up at the replacement of his family's old store, now owned by Johto Antiques. Barry considered for a moment taking a look inside to see what they had done with the place, but after a few seconds of hesitation shook his head and chose to leave that particular memory in the past. He walked with Tribute and showed him some of his favorite stores, shops, and homes before stopping in front of the subtle neon "We're Open!" sign of Maw's Diner. Perfect, breakfast time.
I'll show you more later. For now, return. Barry held his Great Ball forward and pushed the button on the front, recalling Tribute into the unfathomably complex device by what appeared to be a wide bolt of red lightning. Barry entered the diner and ordered his usual: a side of hash browns, grits, and sausage with a cup of black coffee. He had to keep his energy up if he wanted to hit the road again in the next couple of hours. Once he had finished his breakfast—along with no fewer than three catch-up conversations with townsfolk he recognized—he paid his tab, mounted his backpack, and set off toward the entrance of New Bark. Alright Tribute, you can come out now. Barry tossed the ball in front of him and, in a white flash, once again stood his red and white-feathered friend. It probably would have been a faster trip had Barry left him in his pokeball until he got to the meetup, but Tribute needed to get used to the warmer air anyway. Besides, he couldn't wait to introduce him to all the friends he had known in New Bark—and hopefully enough to justify their little tirade around the town.
As the two strolled toward the entrance to the town in search of his friends, Barry caught the glint of Dante's hair against the morning sun in the distance. Hey there! He shouted with a grin. You're early!</s>
<|message|>Ace
Currently interacting with: Me, myself, and I
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Judas awoke to a rather sharp tingling sensation in his leg. It kind of hurt. Opening his eyes he looked down to his leg. Had he slept on it wrong? No, in fact what had happened was that Squegg had managed to climb up onto his bed, and was chewing on his leg. Judas let out a groan as he removed Squegg from his leg. "One of these days Squegg you're going to bite through my femur and kill me. And when you do, with my dying breath, I'm going to have Ace punt you into the stratosphere. Go play with your toys."
Judas set Squegg down on the floor, watching him slowly waddle over to a collection of chew toys, all of which were covered in bite indentations and rips. Going about his morning routine, Judas began to notice a slight limp in his walk, a result of Squegg chewing on him. But after a while, everything had been taken care of.
He grabbed his bag, put Ace's and Squegg's pokeballs on his belt. Ace didn't mind being in his ball, but Squegg could get pretty irritable after being in his ball for too long. So, he did something he had to, but wasn't exactly proud of. Strapping a harness and leash to Squegg, it jumped up and down excitedly. "Sorry buddy, but this walk is going to be a lot longer than you're used to." With that, he walked out the door, after saying goodbye to his mother and headed towards the entrance to route 29.
A few people had already arrived before he did, which wasn't surprising. Limping ever so slightly, he approached the group and held on tight to Squegg's leash, keeping a close eye on him. The last time he wasn't paying attention, Squegg ended up gnawing on a branch and getting a splinter. Judas shuddered at the thought of having to deal with that again. Putting your hand in a Trapinch's mouth is like putting your head in a Carnivine's mouth. Not a good idea. But with a tight grip and a watchful eye, he waited for the rest of the group to arrive.</s>
| <|message|>Sam Quinn
Sam had gotten up early that day, stopping by both his mother and his father's place on the way out. His dad packed a nice lunch for him and his mom gave him an old but reliable wilderness survival guide. Sam doubted that he'd read it. Both of his parents had given him gentle warnings about how difficult the journey might be, but Sam was good at ignoring them, and both of them knew that all too well. Sam lived on his own, and he'd deal with the consequences on his own.
He was off for the town gate as soon as he had Wilbur's saddlebags loaded up. His actual supplies were in his backpack, but he needed Wilbur's carrying capacity for his cargo. One of the local tea plantations had been discarding the excess from a disappointing batch, not wanting it to hurt their reputation for quality. It was supposed to be composted, but after slipping a few pokedollars to one of the field hands he was able to run off with a few satchels of them. Soon enough he'd be looking for a buyer for this load of "exclusive, genuine top-quality New Bark Town tea". Plus, there'd be plenty to share with the rest of the group. He wouldn't even charge them for it, as long as they'd back him up when he went into his sales pitch.
Wilbur took his time through the streets even though his load wasn't heavy, but Sam was fine with that because he knew there would be a lot more distance to cover today, and he didn't want Wilbur to waste his energy. Smith was perched on Sam's shoulder, enjoying some fresh air. As he got closer he could see that the group was already half-assembeled. He waved hello and shouted "Wassup! You guys ready to go out and make some history?" As soon as he waved, Smith began shaking and shrieking all over his shoulder, shifting its head and flapping it's wings. Sam had no idea what was with his Natu, it just had a way of freaking out over nothing. He tried to calm it down by snapping his fingers and waving his other hand in front of the Natu's face. Their relationship was a little rocky at the moment, Sam had won him in a poker game at college only a few months ago. Supposedly it could see the future, but all it ever seemed to do was get spooked and cause Sam anxiety. Still, he kept it around because he had a feeling it'd be useful to him someday.</s> |
<|description|>Leo O'Leary
Age: 18
Gender: male
Species: werewolf
Looks:
Personality: Usally Leo is usually semi-peaceful and friendly not wanting to start a conflict though he usually does as his Wolf side of him causes him to be angered easily . Though as he is schizophrenic his hallucinations and voices make him do things he wouldn't normally do causing him to be unpredictable and dangerous such as when in wolf form he may enter a feral state losing all control of his humanity and attack the guards and fellow patients.
Extra: Leo's favorite color is red , he likes to eat nachos and he has a constant hallucination of a friend named David that he used to know.
Reason for in asylum: Had a schizophrenic breakdown that lead him to transform and hurt some citizens .
How much security is needed: medium to low high.</s>
<|message|>Leo O'Leary
Leo begins to turn into wolf form
Alec watches with interest</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Stitches smirked slightly, clearly interesting.
Grim held Max close, rather worried. Grim seemed ready to protect Max if he needed to.
Briar stifled a slight snicker and kept eating his snacks, watching the twins be goofy.</s>
<|message|>I
Violet hugged Leo stroking his fur.
Kitsumae shoved her sister's fav away tesingly. "The agony of not being loved." her sister acted as if struck in the heart.
"Oh please, you love pain more than love kinky." kistumae giggled. "Don't you agree briar?"</s>
<|message|>Leo O'Leary
Leo breaks free and attacks the guards
Alec takes that as his que and also kills guards</s>
<|message|>I
"LEO!!" Violet ran after him trying to hold him back.</s>
<|message|>I
Kitsumae heard a faint tell of a female voice but she ignored it and smiled blushing at briar.</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Briar held back snickers and covered his mouth. "I've already choked on a few other things before, I don't want to end up choking on food as well," he said between snickers.
Stitches smirked, getting up and running to attack one of the guards. He quickly kicked the guard to the ground, grabbing one of the guard's arms and started tearing it off.
Grim held Max close and started to back away nervously, not wanting to get Max hurt.</s>
<|message|>Leo O'Leary
Leo kills multiple guards
Alec yawns</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Stitches grinned and seemed to be enjoying the pain of the guard he was slowly dismembering. He laughed psychotically as he kept tugging the guard's arms.
Grim was in a defensive mode, ready to attack anyone who tried to attack Max or him.
Briar's ears pricked up a bit, clearly trying to listen and decipher where the commotion is coming from.</s>
<|message|>I
Violet pins him to the ground in a protective manner. "Leo look at me." She said softly.
Kistumae and her twin laughed ignoring the noise not wanting to get stuck in cross fire.</s>
<|message|>Leo O'Leary
Leo tears himself from violets grasp and speeds down the hallway jumping on a guard and tearing out his throat
Alec causes some guards to fight each other to the death</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Stitches suddenly got subdued and was rather aggressive this time around. "Aww come on! I was just having a bit of fun! I wasn't going to kill him, just have him die of blood loss!" he shouted with a sadistic grin.
Max and Grim watched from a distance, extremely worried.
Briar's ears immediately pricked up, hearing Stitches shouting but decided to ignore it.</s>
<|message|>I
Violet hurriedly followed leo.
Kitsumae and her twin bolted up catching the scent of blood the suppressed it and looked towards briar. "Lets go we need to feed, snacks can't suppressed our hunger." kitsumae smiled and held his hand.</s>
<|message|>Leo O'Leary
Leo sped down quickly losing violet as he killed guards in his wake
Alec also gets subdued</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Briar smiled, getting up and gently squeezing Kitsumae's hand. "It's quite alright, I have learned well to not question things after being in various experiment facilities that have thousands of new beings created daily," he said smiling.
Stitches quickly got sedated as the guards were fed up with Stitches and his fighting.</s>
<|message|>I
Violet stopped momentarily to catch her breath before catching up to Leo and run I've read corpse in her wake.
Kitsumae smiled and gently looked towards briar and held his hand. "I don't want to leave you here alone so come with us but please don't watch us eat." She said warning and then smiled hugging him as did her sister.</s>
<|message|>Leo O'Leary
Leo had gotten subdued and muzzled then throne in his room with the door locked and multiple guards stationed
Alec was thrown in his room as well</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Briar smiled slightly. "Don't worry... I honestly might end up getting hurt by one of Max's friend because of what I did and I'll have deserved it," he said calmly.
Alucard stopped the guards holding Stitches and spoke calmly and coldly, "I'll take Stitches. I need to do a few experiments with him." The guards obliged, handing Stitches to Alucard and Alucard carried him away.</s>
<|message|>I
Violet raced to Leo's cell and knocked heavily on it. "LEO?!" she yelled.
Kistumae shook her head and looked towards her sister. "No we won't let them hurt you." the have him a deafening glance. Then they smiled and led him down the hall to the corpse.</s>
<|message|>Leo O'Leary
The guards push violet back
Alec is drugged</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Briar shrugs. "If it's that kitsune guy then I'd be afraid for you two trying to stop him. He gets scary when he's angry and he cares for Max so... in his eyes and honestly in my own eyes, I deserve it," he says calmly.
Alucard soon brings Stitches back to his room, slightly annoyed about no new discoveries.</s>
<|message|>I
Kitsumae nervously laughed and her sister smiled. "Maybe so but we have had much greater opponents." They replied.
Violet punched a guard in the face and ripped skin off the other guards neck.</s>
<|message|>Leo O'Leary
The guards tazer violet and drag her away from Leo's cell
Alec yawns</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Briar sighed, "I wouldn't risk it. He did once attempt to dismember someone who threatened Max. Besides like I said, I deserve it. You guys can just take me back to the infirmary or something, even though the nurse would probably be a bit annoyed."
Stitches groaned as he got chained back up. He softly muttered something about Alec.</s>
<|message|>I
Violet yelped in pain before passing out and waking up in chains within her cell. She just curled up and wiped astray tears.
Kistume snickered. "If she she's even still here." she whispered softly.
Kitsumae elbowed her and cupped his face. "You don't deserve it briar, it was because of how you are we all have issues but still doesn't mean you deserve it." she said blushing then taking her hands away and standing elegantly before him.</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Briar shrugs slightly. "I was being a bit of an ungrateful brat if I'm being honest... Max didn't even need to be friends with me but he was. I guess I just can't handle seeing friends with other people. So yes I do deserve it," he said. Briar seemed a bit sorrowful and looked down. "I was an ungrateful idiot who hurt someone who agreed to be my friend."</s>
<|message|>I
Kitsumae shook her head and frowned placing her hand on his and kneeling down before him. "Briar your not ungrateful, your so sweet and kind don't blame your for such a reason and anyway we're here for you." she pointed towards her sister who smiled giving a sharp tooth grin. Kitsumae bowed her head to him and gently kisses his hand.</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Briar smiled slightly before sighing. "I still don't want you two to get hurt... I seriously wouldn't risk you two provoking Grim. He just has this odd aura around him that's cold," he said calmly.</s>
<|message|>I
They both nodded and smiled hold his hands and drinking him into the hall.</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Briar gently squeezed the twins' hands and followed behind, tripping over his own feet a bit.</s>
<|message|>I
Kitsumae picked him up and covered his eyes as her sister fed on the nearby guards. "It's going to be ok briar." she softly kisses his head.</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Briar slightly nuzzled against Kitsumae. He smiled gently and felt rather calm.</s>
<|message|>I
Kitsumae blushed and smiled holding his body and she rocked hi! Slightly.</s>
<|message|>Leo O'Leary
Leo came to and looked around in his cell
Alec mused on another escape plan</s>
<|message|>I
Violet looked around her cell in despair as she began to gag. Then they her doctor came i a smirk on his face.
"Hello vi, close the doors and lock them." he ordered to the guards.
"Hello doc." she replied faking a smile.
"I hate to see you like this but it's so cute." he walked closer and tilted her chin up but she shook her head from his hands.</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Briar slightly dozed off in Kitsumae's arms.
Stitches looked down, his silvery eyes appeared clouded over. He ignored the guards trying to talk to him.</s>
<|message|>I
Kitsumae smiled and looked at him briefly then walked towards her sister who offered a guards hand to eat but she denied. "He's so cute when he sleeps." she whispered to her twin who replied with a quiet gigglw.</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Briar softly purrs in his sleep. He looked really peaceful.</s>
<|message|>I
Kitsumae gently placed his face over her shoulder and arms around her neck as she stroked his hair smiling. Her twin kisses briar on his cheek softly.</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
His sleepy purrs grew louder and he opened his pure white eye slightly. He yawned before dozing off again.</s>
<|message|>I
The twins giggled softly staring at him in awe. "So cute." They quietly said in unison.</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Briar smiled softly in his sleep and kept purring happily.
Cecil stated at the twins from afar, a bit curious of the two.</s>
<|message|>I
Kitsumae rubbed his back gently and slowly walked holding briar gently in her arms. "Lets go to the dinning hall." she whispered to her sister.
"Sounds good." she replied and tilted her head and saw a guy from afar and curiously stared.</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Briar's tail swished slightly in his sleep as he kept happily purring.
Cecil flinched upon realizing Kitsume was staring back and hid slightly.</s>
<|message|>I
Kitsume giggled a bit and waved politely and giving a smile then she turned to her sister and briar and smiled them looked back at the guy. Kitsumae ignored her glance and let briars head resting her head slightly on his.</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Briar kept sleeping peacefully and gently held onto Kitsumae.
Cecil nervously peeked out at Kitsume again, his blood-stained wings a bit noticeable now.</s>
<|message|>I
Kitsume looked startled but then her face softened and she drew closer but cautiously.
Kitsumae smiled and held him closer giving his head a kiss.</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Cecil reluctantly came out of peeking and hiding to reveal both of his blood stained wings and the bandages on his neck and cheek. He seemed a bit nervous about Kitsume.
Briar yawned, waking up a bit but was still fairly sleepy.</s>
<|message|>I
Kitsume bowed and kneeled cautiously trying not to startle him. "Hello I'm Kitsume." she replied softly.
Miramar gighled.</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Cecil quickly scribbled his name down on a notepad he always had and showed it to Kitsume. He seemed a bit on edge about everything.
Briar happily purred, extremely relaxed and calm.</s>
<|message|>I
"That's such a nice name, it's nice to meet you Cecil." she softly to and sat crisscrossed.
Kitsumae passed the two from afar. "See you in the dinning hall sis." she replied and giggled patting briars head.</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Cecil smiled gently and scribbled on the paper 'Nice to meet you too.' He seemed a bit calmer now but still fairly on edge.</s>
<|message|>I
"Do you want to come to the dinning hall with me?" she asked and smiled as her sister and briar disappeared into the hallway.</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Cecil was a bit nervous but nodded slightly.</s>
| <|message|>Leo O'Leary
Leo was eventually escorted out and taken to the cafeteria
Alec sat in his cell</s> |
<|description|>Max Fuller
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Appearance:
Reasons for being in the asylum: Anxiety, depression, multiple suicide attempts, sudden psychotic outbursts
Level of security: Medium
Bio: While not much is known about his past, he has hinted at him being abused in his childhood. He was found by one of the Asylum's guards outside, unconscious and badly beaten. He has been brought in to get help and the asylum have been unable to find or contact his parents.
Name: Grim
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Species: Half Kitsune half supernatural being
Appearance:
Reasons for being in asylum: Anger issues, psychotic outbursts
Level of security: Medium
Bio: Grim was found badly scarred and shivering in the cold. Doctors were surprised he survived for as long as he did. When asked about his name, he stated he didn't know his name. They assumed amnesia but he answered all the other questions with ease. Someone assumed he didn't have a name. Someone else joked he must have been the grim reaper's kid and that's how he survived. Everyone just calls him Grim now.
Extra: He's the only one allowed close to Max when Max is having one of his psychotic outbursts.
Name: Stitches
Age: Unknown
Gender: Male
Species: Half zombie
Appearance:
Reasons for being in the asylum: Insanity, schizophrenia, cannibalism
Levels of security: maximum security
Bio: He was found in an abandoned, rickety, old mansion that was filled with odd science equipment. When he was discovered in the basement, the explorers who found him thought he was dead because of how still he was, the fact he was covered in blood and the fact he was without a pulse. He ended up snapping the neck and eating one of the three explorers which gave the other two the chance to call the cops which caused him to be restrained and dragged off to the Blood Moon Asylum. When he arrived, he refused to give any info except for his nickname that his creator called him which is Stitches.
Extra: He hides his stitching under bandages and clothes. Also he prefers to either snap a person's neck of dismember them piece by piece.
Name: Kane Morgan
Age: Unknown but assumed to be late teens to early adult
Gender: Male
Species: Demon
Appearance:
Reasons for being in asylum: Insanity, schizophrenia
Level of security: Maximum security
Bio: He was found standing in a circle of 7 heavily mutilated corpses. When brought to the asylum, he refused to answer questions about his past and age and only told his name. His eyes were bandaged over but he could see perfectly fine through the bandages.
Extra: He never takes off the bandages. Those who have seen under his bandages had reports horrific nightmares, interestingly enough.
Name: Lucifer Forrest
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Species: Unknown
Appearance:
Bio: A mostly quiet, calm yet twisted doctor. He is known to work with and "help" Grim. He is also known to be a bit manipulative.
Extra: He's rather friendly despite and lets patients, guard and other doctors call him Lucifer instead of Dr. Forrest. He does hate being called Luci however.
Name: Vincent Smith
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Appearance:
Reasons for being in the Asylum: Impulsive, self-harm, anti-social
Level of security: Low
Bio: Vincent was brought in by both his parents for stitching his mouth shut. He explained with a pen and paper that he stitched his mouth shut to avoid his urge to answer people's questions about his tinkering. He did realize that it was an impulsive decision but has stated he didn't regret it.
Extra: Sometimes he cries blood and is "too lazy" to wipe it off. He also likes wearing fake bat wings.
Name: Briar
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Species: Hybrid experiment
Appearance:
Reasons for being in asylum: Attachment issues, anxiety, insanity
Level of security: Low to medium
Bio: Sent to the asylum after a fifth murder case he was supposedly linked to. He kept making the same claims about what happened. He kept saying he never wants to be abandoned and that they can't abandon them if they are just memories.
Name: Alucard Collins
Age: 290
Gender: Male
Species: Fallen Angel
Appearance:
Role: Scientist
Bio: A supposedly emotionless scientist who is calm, quiet yet easily annoyed. He is known for experimenting on Briar and Stitches to find out how those two tick and work.
Extra: He off-handedly mentions that he used to be human and has attempted to make jokes involving poison. He also has had conversations to no one but refers to whoever he is speaking to as Michael. It's believed he might also be a bit of a vampire. His favorite color is blue.
Name: Cecil
Age: 110
Gender: Male
Species: Angel
Appearance:
Reasons for being in asylum: Anxiety, PTSD, Mute, Haphephobia, psychotic outbursts when touched
Level of security: Low
Bio: Was sent to the asylum after murdering an angel who constantly tortured him and attempting to murder angels who tried to comfort him. Doctors struggle to get through with him.
Extra: He's constantly between favorite colors of gold and dark blue.
Name: Salem Haywood
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Species: Vampire
Appearance:
Reasons for being in the asylum: Insanity, constant murder of guards and innocent people.
Level of security: Maximum in a padded cell
Bio: Not much is known about his past. No one knows if his given age is his real age.
Extra: Has to be kept away from other patients because he's a bit of a rat bastard.</s>
<|message|>Leo O'Leary
Leo smiles " hey " he says and gives her a kiss</s>
<|message|>I
Violet blushes and buried her face in her sleeves.</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Max tugged on Grim's sleeve and the two made their way over to Violet and Leo. Grim did seem to be lost in his own thoughts however as Max was pulling him along.</s>
<|message|>I
Violet noticed the two and waved them down with a smile on her face excited to see the two.</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Max sat down at their table and glanced at Grim, who sat down still lost in his thoughts. "I always wonder if Grim is trying to find memories when he gets lost in his thoughts like this," Max said staring at Grim a bit. Grim's blood red eyes was still heavily clouded over while his blue eyes was still bright and clear.</s>
<|message|>I
"Maybe, or maybe he's just trying to find himself ." Violet said and stared at his clouded eyes then back at leo.</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
"Hmm maybe..." Max said softly. Grim blinked a couple times and shook his head a bit. "Huh, were you guys talking about me?" Grim asked a bit confused.</s>
<|message|>I
Violet softly giggled and looked at the two boy's. "Yes nothing bad though." she stated.</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Grim sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "Every time I try to remember something about my last all I see is a pitch black figure and pitch black chains... it's odd and frustrating," Grim said with a slight snarl at the end of his sentence. Max snuggled against Grim with a soft sigh.</s>
<|message|>I
Violet wonder if there could be a solution. " I have an idea one of the doctors could hypnotize you to remember your past. " she suggested.</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Grim glanced at Violet. "I guess that might work... they did try it before and I could see nothing but now that I can actually see something, maybe hypnotism would be the key to unlock those chains," Grim said sounding a bit hopeful.</s>
<|message|>I
She reached her hand and grasped grims her other hand on Leo's shoulder. " First be sure it's something you want, i don't want to see you hurt on the past when you still have a future. " she motheringly look at grim.</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Grim looked up and spoke calmly, "Even if my past hurts me, I want to find out what it was like. I don't even know if I had a name or if I was nameless for most of my life."</s>
<|message|>I
Violet smiled softly and pay his head. "Then I think you should find a doctor here that will help, and if you need my help finding one I'd gladly help you." She replied softly.</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Grim smiled softly as Max dozed off, snuggling against Grim. "I really should eventually find a doctor to use hypnotism on me... I just hope I actually see things this time unlike early attempts," Grim said as he pet Max's head.</s>
<|message|>I
She smiled softly and held Leo with both arms. "I'm sure you'll get it just have hope." She smiled faintly and stared deeply at leo.</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Grim moved Max, who was half-asleep, onto the seat next to him. "I'm going to go look for a doctor to do hypnosis on me. Are you going to be okay, Max?" Max nodded slightly before falling asleep, with his head resting on the table. Grim chuckled before getting up. "Well I'll be back eventually and let you guys know how it goes," Grim said before walking out.</s>
<|message|>I
She stated out the window as it started to pour rain and she couldn't help but think about her past. Those days in the rain laughing and smiling with her ex and now deceased lover. I'm the only place she though she'd be safe it started flooding back that those sweet words were filled with lies and decite. Surprisingly cold tears fell from her eyes and she quickly covered her face with her long hair.</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Max looked at Violet and sleepily mumbled, "Hey, why are you crying?"</s>
<|message|>I
"Oh I'm crying?" she pretended not to notice and wiped her tears. "It's nothing go and find that doctor." She smiled softly.</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
"Grim already left and don't lie to me," Max said sounding a bit stern. He then yawned and stretched a bit in a cat like fashion.</s>
<|message|>I
"We're in an asylum it's background stuff, a former love of mine who I obsessed over he took advantage of the fact that I loved him, he used me then threw me away for another girl. I killed them both." she said but then her expression changed more sorrowful. "She was innocent and he was doing the same thing to her and I shouldn't have killed her she was innocent and naive that poor girl I hope her soul forgives me for what I did to her."</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Max looked away slightly. "Not as bad as what I did..." Max said sighing slightly.</s>
<|message|>I
" what did you do? " she asked and stared at him intensely reading this eyes and the pain behind it.</s>
<|message|>Leo O'Leary
Leo leans forward , interested</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Max's hands trembled slightly as he spoke, "I was in an abusive family growing up. If I even tried to tell anyone that I needed the slightest bit of help, my dad would lock me in the basement... he and my two older brothers would beat me up non-stop. I ended up snapping and murdering the three of them. I passed out and was left outside of here by my mother." Max's expression was rather sad. His voice was weak as he spoke, "I thought my mom would understand why I did it... but she accused me of overreacting. The figure I saw that caused me to strangle Grim earlier was my oldest brother."</s>
<|message|>Leo O'Leary
Leo nods" I see a hallucination that messes with me all the time too " he says and leans back</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Max trembled slightly, drying a few tears that had started to fall. "It always pains me to look back on it but it feels like now with these hallucinations, I have to," Max said, his voice a bit shakey.</s>
<|message|>I
Violet started to feel a pain in her chest and she held back tears how could people be so cruel. "I.I'm deeply sorry."Violet hugs him and returns back to Leo's side</s>
<|message|>Leo O'Leary
Leo nods" you have to remember it's to remind you not to do it again "</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Max started trembling heavily and ended up breaking down in a mess of sobs. "It was a mistake... such an awful mistake..." Max said between sobs.</s>
<|message|>I
Violet held max and wiped his tears,she looked into his tee filled eyes. "Everyone makes mistakes no one's perfect and even though you can't take it back you can learn, grow and make up for it." She said in a soothing motherly voice.</s>
<|message|>Leo O'Leary
Leo sits awkwardly not knowing how to cheer max up</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Max smiled weakly before hugging Violet. He sniffled a bit and dried some more tears.</s>
<|message|>I
Violet pats his head softly and singed a little lullaby. 'Mama Isabella lullaby '</s>
<|message|>Leo O'Leary
Leo smiles softly then looks at the time and sighs as he needs to go his psychiatrist , so he gets up and walks out</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Max yawned a bit as Grim returned with a surprised expression. "Well that was informative..." Grim said with a bit of surprise in his voice. He sat back down and Max ended up snuggling against Grim.</s>
<|message|>I
Violet sat back with Leo and later on his lap</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Grim gently hugged Max as Max snuggled against him. "I can finally see some of my past and all my scars have pretty much been explained," Grim said calmly.</s>
<|message|>I
"Is it messing with you?" She asked a bit concerned and stared at leo wanting to leave but stayed.</s>
| <|message|>Max Fuller
"If anything it leaves more questions then answers," Grim said, "At least we made hypnotherapy into a regular thing for me so it can unlock more memories."</s> |
<|description|>Max Fuller
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Appearance:
Reasons for being in the asylum: Anxiety, depression, multiple suicide attempts, sudden psychotic outbursts
Level of security: Medium
Bio: While not much is known about his past, he has hinted at him being abused in his childhood. He was found by one of the Asylum's guards outside, unconscious and badly beaten. He has been brought in to get help and the asylum have been unable to find or contact his parents.
Name: Grim
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Species: Half Kitsune half supernatural being
Appearance:
Reasons for being in asylum: Anger issues, psychotic outbursts
Level of security: Medium
Bio: Grim was found badly scarred and shivering in the cold. Doctors were surprised he survived for as long as he did. When asked about his name, he stated he didn't know his name. They assumed amnesia but he answered all the other questions with ease. Someone assumed he didn't have a name. Someone else joked he must have been the grim reaper's kid and that's how he survived. Everyone just calls him Grim now.
Extra: He's the only one allowed close to Max when Max is having one of his psychotic outbursts.
Name: Stitches
Age: Unknown
Gender: Male
Species: Half zombie
Appearance:
Reasons for being in the asylum: Insanity, schizophrenia, cannibalism
Levels of security: maximum security
Bio: He was found in an abandoned, rickety, old mansion that was filled with odd science equipment. When he was discovered in the basement, the explorers who found him thought he was dead because of how still he was, the fact he was covered in blood and the fact he was without a pulse. He ended up snapping the neck and eating one of the three explorers which gave the other two the chance to call the cops which caused him to be restrained and dragged off to the Blood Moon Asylum. When he arrived, he refused to give any info except for his nickname that his creator called him which is Stitches.
Extra: He hides his stitching under bandages and clothes. Also he prefers to either snap a person's neck of dismember them piece by piece.
Name: Kane Morgan
Age: Unknown but assumed to be late teens to early adult
Gender: Male
Species: Demon
Appearance:
Reasons for being in asylum: Insanity, schizophrenia
Level of security: Maximum security
Bio: He was found standing in a circle of 7 heavily mutilated corpses. When brought to the asylum, he refused to answer questions about his past and age and only told his name. His eyes were bandaged over but he could see perfectly fine through the bandages.
Extra: He never takes off the bandages. Those who have seen under his bandages had reports horrific nightmares, interestingly enough.
Name: Lucifer Forrest
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Species: Unknown
Appearance:
Bio: A mostly quiet, calm yet twisted doctor. He is known to work with and "help" Grim. He is also known to be a bit manipulative.
Extra: He's rather friendly despite and lets patients, guard and other doctors call him Lucifer instead of Dr. Forrest. He does hate being called Luci however.
Name: Vincent Smith
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Appearance:
Reasons for being in the Asylum: Impulsive, self-harm, anti-social
Level of security: Low
Bio: Vincent was brought in by both his parents for stitching his mouth shut. He explained with a pen and paper that he stitched his mouth shut to avoid his urge to answer people's questions about his tinkering. He did realize that it was an impulsive decision but has stated he didn't regret it.
Extra: Sometimes he cries blood and is "too lazy" to wipe it off. He also likes wearing fake bat wings.
Name: Briar
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Species: Hybrid experiment
Appearance:
Reasons for being in asylum: Attachment issues, anxiety, insanity
Level of security: Low to medium
Bio: Sent to the asylum after a fifth murder case he was supposedly linked to. He kept making the same claims about what happened. He kept saying he never wants to be abandoned and that they can't abandon them if they are just memories.
Name: Alucard Collins
Age: 290
Gender: Male
Species: Fallen Angel
Appearance:
Role: Scientist
Bio: A supposedly emotionless scientist who is calm, quiet yet easily annoyed. He is known for experimenting on Briar and Stitches to find out how those two tick and work.
Extra: He off-handedly mentions that he used to be human and has attempted to make jokes involving poison. He also has had conversations to no one but refers to whoever he is speaking to as Michael. It's believed he might also be a bit of a vampire. His favorite color is blue.
Name: Cecil
Age: 110
Gender: Male
Species: Angel
Appearance:
Reasons for being in asylum: Anxiety, PTSD, Mute, Haphephobia, psychotic outbursts when touched
Level of security: Low
Bio: Was sent to the asylum after murdering an angel who constantly tortured him and attempting to murder angels who tried to comfort him. Doctors struggle to get through with him.
Extra: He's constantly between favorite colors of gold and dark blue.
Name: Salem Haywood
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Species: Vampire
Appearance:
Reasons for being in the asylum: Insanity, constant murder of guards and innocent people.
Level of security: Maximum in a padded cell
Bio: Not much is known about his past. No one knows if his given age is his real age.
Extra: Has to be kept away from other patients because he's a bit of a rat bastard.</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
"If anything it leaves more questions then answers," Grim said, "At least we made hypnotherapy into a regular thing for me so it can unlock more memories."</s>
<|message|>Leo O'Leary
Leo walks into his psychiatrist and sits on the stereotypical couch</s>
<|message|>I
Violet came up with an idea. "What if we escape we could find answers, Alex can help he is very good at harming guards." she suggested.</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
"I doubt escaping would help," Grim said, "I'll just stick with hypnotherapy especially since it did help give me a bit of memory." Max slightly nuzzled Grim's chest while dozing off.</s>
<|message|>Leo O'Leary
Leo had finished talking to his psychiatrist then was going for his electroshock therapy</s>
<|message|>I
Violet smiled softly and nodded. "Ok." she said</s>
<|message|>Leo O'Leary
After his electroshock therapy Leo wobbled back to where everyone was</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Grim smiled and looked down at Max who was fast asleep while laying against Grim. One of Max's sleeves was pulled down a bit which revealed some of the many scars on his arm.</s>
<|message|>I
Violet wanted to reach out for him but kept still. "Why do you have scars?" she asked.</s>
<|message|>Leo O'Leary
Leo sits by everyone and coughs from the therapy but listens</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Grim sighed slightly, glancing at Max's heavily scarred arm that was visible. "Max had a bad problem with cutting himself as well as having multiple suicide attempts. He hides the rope marks under his collar and always wears long sleeves to hide the scars and marks..." Grim said softly.</s>
<|message|>Leo O'Leary
Leo nods staring intently " also don't worry about me bringing this stuff up I won't "</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Grim pulled Max's sleeve back up, hiding the scars again. "I'm the only one that Max trusts enough and the only one who saw how bad his cutting was," Grim said, staring at Max who started to wake up a bit.</s>
<|message|>I
"You should love yourself more." she said leaning into Leo's shoulder.</s>
<|message|>Leo O'Leary
Leo leans right back into violet</s>
<|message|>I
Violet smiled softly and holds his hand.</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Max yawned and stretched again and Grim smiled softly. "Hey Max, I know you don't like it but why don't you take your collar off for a bit?" Grim asked. Max nodded a bit and start fidgetting with the collar to take it off.
Stitches walked past, humming a rather slow and eerie melody. The chains around his arms and waist rattled as he walked past before stopping nearby and turning to watch out of curiosity.</s>
<|message|>I
Violet stared at stitches briefly and then stared back at leo.</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Max kept fidgetting with his collar, struggling a bit to take it off. "Need help, Max?" Grim asked calmly. Max nodded gently letting Grim help take the collar off.
Stitches glanced at Violet slightly before focusing his curiosity back to Max and Grim.</s>
<|message|>Leo O'Leary
Leo smiles at violet
Alec yawns from inside his cell</s>
<|message|>I
Violet covered her face with her sleeve.</s>
<|message|>Leo O'Leary
Leo smiles " yes violet? "
Alec gets let out of his cell and he walks around</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Grim completely takes off Max's collar revealing the rope marks on Max's neck. Max gently ran his hand along the marks, trembling slightly.
Stitches seemed disappointed a bit. "Dammit, I was hoping to see some stitches under the collar, not some stupid rope scars," Stitches said with his voice a mix of disappointment and annoyance.</s>
<|message|>I
"I want to be alone with you." she whispers in his ear.</s>
<|message|>Leo O'Leary
Leo raises his eyebrows " ok"
Alec walks to where everyone is</s>
<|message|>I
Violet holds his hand and walks down the hall.
(XD</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Grim was glaring at Stitches while Max was working on putting his collar back on. "Why are you so disappointed and upset about what Max has been hiding from pretty much everyone?" Grim asked Stitches with a hint of anger and annoyance in his voice.
Stitches looked at Grim and sighed slightly. "I've never met anyone who was stitched up like me," he said in his best innocent tone of voice which Grim had trouble deciphering on whether it was a kid or not.</s>
<|message|>Leo O'Leary
Leo intertwines his fingers with violets as they walk
Alec looks at grim , stiches and max</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Max had finished putting his collar back on and became suddenly aware of Stitches and Alec. Grim ended up pulling Max close to him, getting protective.
Stitches noticed some scars on Max's arms and got curious. He spoke in a curious tone, "Hmm... where did those scars on your arms come from?" Stitches seemed to be hiding a mischievous smile behind all his curiosity.</s>
<|message|>I
Violet blushes and passionately stares at him.</s>
<|message|>Leo O'Leary
Leo smiles back and gives her a kiss
Alec chuckles when he sees grim yet protective " don't worry mortal I won't kill you"</s>
<|message|>I
Violet led him to her room *censored* sheets were all over the place.
(XuX</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Grim's fox ears pressed flat against his head as he glared at Alec. "The fact you even mentioned killing makes me doubt that statement," Grim says, trying to keep a bit calm. Max glances over at Stitches nervously and covered all his scars.
Stitches grinned a bit and reached for one of Max's arms. "Come on, why don't you show me those scars?" Stitches asked with a hint of mischief in his voice. Stitches tightly grabbed Max's right arm, causing Grim to snarl loudly at him.</s>
<|message|>Leo O'Leary
Leo was sitting in violets bed after the " activity "
Alec chuckled and snapped his fingers causing grim to fly and get pinned to a wall</s>
<|message|>I
Violet softly snored</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Grim groaned in pain as he got pinned against the wall. He glared at Alex but there was a trade of fear in his eyes. Max tried to tug his arm out of Stitches' grip and trembled.
Stitches tightened his grip on Max's arm and chuckled at Max's fear. "Afraid of a little blood, are you?" Stitches asked with a very taunting tone of voice.</s>
<|message|>Leo O'Leary
Leo absent mindedly petted violet going to kill her too? " no I'm not David you were an accident " are you sure? We were fighting when it happened " you know I had just got bitten " but I didn't know
Alec smirks and a sadistic look comes into his eyes as he walks to grim</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Grim's expression quickly shifted from anger to fear as Alec approached and he started to tremble a bit. Max kept struggling against Stitches, trying to kick him away as blood started to flow from reopened scars.
Stitches grinned an insane grin as he held tightly onto Max's arm and tightened his grip even more.</s>
<|message|>I
Violet holds Leo closer and smiles.</s>
<|message|>Leo O'Leary
Leo smi!we and cuddles with violet
Alec rolls his eyes " please mortal you don't scare me" he says and looks at Grim who's arm suddenly snaps</s>
| <|message|>Max Fuller
Grim screams out from the sudden pain and feels nothing but terror in his mind. Max turned to look at Grim and felt anxious and worried. But Max's fear for Grim was quickly interrupted.
Stitches had suddenly let go of Max's arm, much to Max's surprise. Both of Stitches' hands were stained with Max's blood which quickly caused Max to realize what Stitches was doing.</s> |
<|description|>Max Fuller
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Appearance:
Reasons for being in the asylum: Anxiety, depression, multiple suicide attempts, sudden psychotic outbursts
Level of security: Medium
Bio: While not much is known about his past, he has hinted at him being abused in his childhood. He was found by one of the Asylum's guards outside, unconscious and badly beaten. He has been brought in to get help and the asylum have been unable to find or contact his parents.
Name: Grim
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Species: Half Kitsune half supernatural being
Appearance:
Reasons for being in asylum: Anger issues, psychotic outbursts
Level of security: Medium
Bio: Grim was found badly scarred and shivering in the cold. Doctors were surprised he survived for as long as he did. When asked about his name, he stated he didn't know his name. They assumed amnesia but he answered all the other questions with ease. Someone assumed he didn't have a name. Someone else joked he must have been the grim reaper's kid and that's how he survived. Everyone just calls him Grim now.
Extra: He's the only one allowed close to Max when Max is having one of his psychotic outbursts.
Name: Stitches
Age: Unknown
Gender: Male
Species: Half zombie
Appearance:
Reasons for being in the asylum: Insanity, schizophrenia, cannibalism
Levels of security: maximum security
Bio: He was found in an abandoned, rickety, old mansion that was filled with odd science equipment. When he was discovered in the basement, the explorers who found him thought he was dead because of how still he was, the fact he was covered in blood and the fact he was without a pulse. He ended up snapping the neck and eating one of the three explorers which gave the other two the chance to call the cops which caused him to be restrained and dragged off to the Blood Moon Asylum. When he arrived, he refused to give any info except for his nickname that his creator called him which is Stitches.
Extra: He hides his stitching under bandages and clothes. Also he prefers to either snap a person's neck of dismember them piece by piece.
Name: Kane Morgan
Age: Unknown but assumed to be late teens to early adult
Gender: Male
Species: Demon
Appearance:
Reasons for being in asylum: Insanity, schizophrenia
Level of security: Maximum security
Bio: He was found standing in a circle of 7 heavily mutilated corpses. When brought to the asylum, he refused to answer questions about his past and age and only told his name. His eyes were bandaged over but he could see perfectly fine through the bandages.
Extra: He never takes off the bandages. Those who have seen under his bandages had reports horrific nightmares, interestingly enough.
Name: Lucifer Forrest
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Species: Unknown
Appearance:
Bio: A mostly quiet, calm yet twisted doctor. He is known to work with and "help" Grim. He is also known to be a bit manipulative.
Extra: He's rather friendly despite and lets patients, guard and other doctors call him Lucifer instead of Dr. Forrest. He does hate being called Luci however.
Name: Vincent Smith
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Appearance:
Reasons for being in the Asylum: Impulsive, self-harm, anti-social
Level of security: Low
Bio: Vincent was brought in by both his parents for stitching his mouth shut. He explained with a pen and paper that he stitched his mouth shut to avoid his urge to answer people's questions about his tinkering. He did realize that it was an impulsive decision but has stated he didn't regret it.
Extra: Sometimes he cries blood and is "too lazy" to wipe it off. He also likes wearing fake bat wings.
Name: Briar
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Species: Hybrid experiment
Appearance:
Reasons for being in asylum: Attachment issues, anxiety, insanity
Level of security: Low to medium
Bio: Sent to the asylum after a fifth murder case he was supposedly linked to. He kept making the same claims about what happened. He kept saying he never wants to be abandoned and that they can't abandon them if they are just memories.
Name: Alucard Collins
Age: 290
Gender: Male
Species: Fallen Angel
Appearance:
Role: Scientist
Bio: A supposedly emotionless scientist who is calm, quiet yet easily annoyed. He is known for experimenting on Briar and Stitches to find out how those two tick and work.
Extra: He off-handedly mentions that he used to be human and has attempted to make jokes involving poison. He also has had conversations to no one but refers to whoever he is speaking to as Michael. It's believed he might also be a bit of a vampire. His favorite color is blue.
Name: Cecil
Age: 110
Gender: Male
Species: Angel
Appearance:
Reasons for being in asylum: Anxiety, PTSD, Mute, Haphephobia, psychotic outbursts when touched
Level of security: Low
Bio: Was sent to the asylum after murdering an angel who constantly tortured him and attempting to murder angels who tried to comfort him. Doctors struggle to get through with him.
Extra: He's constantly between favorite colors of gold and dark blue.
Name: Salem Haywood
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Species: Vampire
Appearance:
Reasons for being in the asylum: Insanity, constant murder of guards and innocent people.
Level of security: Maximum in a padded cell
Bio: Not much is known about his past. No one knows if his given age is his real age.
Extra: Has to be kept away from other patients because he's a bit of a rat bastard.</s>
<|message|>I
Violet nodded and slowly extended her arms to max. "Ok." she replied looking at grim the back at max.
Bonnie looked at the two. "I tripped behind you." she said nervously and looked down. "So I thought I'd sit down."</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Max seemed to have calmed down and uncurled and ended up hugging Violet as a way to say sorry for scaring her. Grim chuckled slightly at that. "I always forget you hug as an apology," Grim said chuckling.
Stitches shrugged at Leo's statement. He then looked over at Bonnie and spoke in his usual cheery voice, "Fair reason to sit down, bunny lady."</s>
<|message|>Leo O'Leary
Leo shrugs " hope you're not scared of wolves " he tells bonnie</s>
<|message|>I
Violet smiled and held him close. "It's ok." she said patting his head.
Bonnie covered her face with her bunny ears. "I'm not bunny lady! My name is bonnie please say it correctly." she said. She already got traded enough around the office.</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Grim sighed and shakily got up. "Well, we should get Max to the nurse's office I guess," Grim said. He lost his balance a bit and grabbed onto the wall for support. Max made a slight noise of worry when Grim stumbled a bit.
Stitches chuckled. He then spoke, "Well alright, Bonnie. I'm Stitches. If you don't know I give most people silly random little nicknames that pop into my head."</s>
<|message|>Leo O'Leary
Leo shrugs " I kinda just chill until my next break down"</s>
<|message|>I
Violet held from up supporting his body.
"Next time tell me that before you make one up, I get teased with that name, and I don't understand why they keep you in a muzzle that's against the rules." she said loosening Leo's muzzle using a tiny key to lessen some straps.</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Grim straightened his position as Max grabbed onto Grim to help support him. "Downside to having all your limbs casted up. You have to relearn to move properly..." Grim said, holding onto both Violet and Max to support himself.
Stitches seemed genuinely confused on how the other guards can tease Bonnie by calling her what she is. His silvery eyes had a slight odd glisten to them.</s>
<|message|>I
Violet helped him walk easier. "That's true...let's get to nurses office." she said.
"I never asked to be a bunny." she said. "And they completely disrespect me because I'm not human, just like they do you guys." she said looking towards Leo and stitches.</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Grim nodded as they made their way to the nurse's office.
Stitches sighed annoyed. He spoke in an annoyed tone of voice, "I always want to snap a lot of the guards' necks or slowly tear their limbs from their body until they die from blood loss. They treat people who aren't max security like me as garbage."</s>
<|message|>Leo O'Leary
Leo shrugs " well " he says using his wolf strength to rip off the muzzle " I killed guards too so they hate me"</s>
<|message|>I
"Thier just assholes." she said and turned towards Leo curiously until her ear got in her face again.</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Stitches grinned a mischievous grin. "I wonder I wonder..." He said softly to himself.</s>
<|message|>I
Violet struggles a little to keep him up.
Bonnie impulsively hugs leo.</s>
<|message|>Leo O'Leary
Leo looks at stiches " you wonder what? "</s>
<|message|>I
Bonnie curiously awaited the answer.</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Grim felt Violet struggle a bit. "Hey Violet, if you want to you can go find Leo. Me and Max will be able to get to the nurse's office okay," Grim said calmly. Max nodded slightly at Grim's words.
Stitches spoke in a voice that was obviously lying, "I'm just wondering nothing important."</s>
<|message|>I
Violet smiled and nodded. "I'll walk you to the nurses firsy." she said.
"Come on spill the tea." Bonnie said before letting out a giggle.</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
"Well alright then," Grim said calmly. Max smiled gently at Violet.
Stitches chuckled at Bonnie's curiosity. "It's just a rumor that there's a max security demon patient who always wears bandages over his eyes to keep everyone safe from nightmares. I was just wondering if he actually existed or it was just a lie," Stitches said with a chuckle.</s>
<|message|>I
Violet smiled back and tried her best to hold him up.
"No he's in actual patient one of my friend doctors told me his last session encounter, his case is extraordinary." she informed. "I would like to see his eyes and what lay beneath them." she stated off.</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Grim smiled as they continued to the nurse's office.
Stitches perked up out of curiosity. "Well, his eyes probably wouldn't have much of an effect on an already insane mind if we think about it," Stitches said, his voice rather curious.</s>
<|message|>I
Violet could see the door and contemplated in just giving him a piggy back ride.
"That may be true, but I wonder how a completely same person takes it? What nightmares they have? Maybe a beautiful mix of horrifying and truth." bonnie said in a more crazy tone which calmed down towards the end.</s>
<|message|>Leo O'Leary
Leo frowns " I already have enough nightmares "
" really? I have none" alec said smiling as he sat down with everyone</s>
<|message|>I
Bonnie looked at leo. "I'm sorry for that." she said. Then she turned her head and bowed it acknowledging alecs arrival.</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Grim sighed, clearly ready to sit down somewhere. "We're almost to the nurse's office," Grim said with a hint of cheerfulness in his voice. Max seemed to perk up a bit.
Stitches waved at Alec. "Hey chaos buddy. Also I don't get nightmares either. Even when I was fully human, I didn't get nightmares," Stitches said calmly.</s>
<|message|>Leo O'Leary
Leo frowns when alec sits by him
" hello stiches and I wonder what it's like to be mortal " he said though alec seemed cheerful he had a bunch of guards watching him</s>
<|message|>I
Violet stood in front of grim and put him on her back easily moving forward.
"I hope you don't mind, sorry." she said.
"HOW?!." bonnie asked wondering how that can me.</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Grim chuckled, "If it speeds things up then I don't mind." Max quickly followed behind the two.
Stitches looked at Bonnie a bit confused. "How what?" Stitches asked with genuine confusion in his voice and silvery eyes.</s>
<|message|>I
Violet finally arrived at the nurses and let grim off her back
Bonnie satred. "How do you two have no dreams?" she asked. "And I'm not mortal, I'm a bunny." she replied sharply.</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Grim immediately sat down in a nearby chair, clearly happy to rest a bit. Max went back in order to get his wrists bandaged up.
Stitches chuckles. "I just don't get nightmares. I dream about torturing people all the time," Stitches said in his usual cheery voice.</s>
<|message|>I
Violet smiled and sighed. "I hope you guys are going to be ok." She said.
Bonnie looked intrigued. "Interesting." She said.</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Grim smiled and spoke softly, "We'll be fine, Violet, don't worry about us."
Stitches grinned an insane grin. "With all the people I've killed, my dreams of torturing people are extremely vivid," he said, sounding rather insane.</s>
<|message|>Leo O'Leary
Leo frowns
Alec smiles " I just don't dream"</s>
| <|message|>Max Fuller
Stitches thought for a second. "I guess it makes sense that demons don't dream now that I think about it," Stitches said, his voice calm once again.</s> |
<|description|>Max Fuller
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Appearance:
Reasons for being in the asylum: Anxiety, depression, multiple suicide attempts, sudden psychotic outbursts
Level of security: Medium
Bio: While not much is known about his past, he has hinted at him being abused in his childhood. He was found by one of the Asylum's guards outside, unconscious and badly beaten. He has been brought in to get help and the asylum have been unable to find or contact his parents.
Name: Grim
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Species: Half Kitsune half supernatural being
Appearance:
Reasons for being in asylum: Anger issues, psychotic outbursts
Level of security: Medium
Bio: Grim was found badly scarred and shivering in the cold. Doctors were surprised he survived for as long as he did. When asked about his name, he stated he didn't know his name. They assumed amnesia but he answered all the other questions with ease. Someone assumed he didn't have a name. Someone else joked he must have been the grim reaper's kid and that's how he survived. Everyone just calls him Grim now.
Extra: He's the only one allowed close to Max when Max is having one of his psychotic outbursts.
Name: Stitches
Age: Unknown
Gender: Male
Species: Half zombie
Appearance:
Reasons for being in the asylum: Insanity, schizophrenia, cannibalism
Levels of security: maximum security
Bio: He was found in an abandoned, rickety, old mansion that was filled with odd science equipment. When he was discovered in the basement, the explorers who found him thought he was dead because of how still he was, the fact he was covered in blood and the fact he was without a pulse. He ended up snapping the neck and eating one of the three explorers which gave the other two the chance to call the cops which caused him to be restrained and dragged off to the Blood Moon Asylum. When he arrived, he refused to give any info except for his nickname that his creator called him which is Stitches.
Extra: He hides his stitching under bandages and clothes. Also he prefers to either snap a person's neck of dismember them piece by piece.
Name: Kane Morgan
Age: Unknown but assumed to be late teens to early adult
Gender: Male
Species: Demon
Appearance:
Reasons for being in asylum: Insanity, schizophrenia
Level of security: Maximum security
Bio: He was found standing in a circle of 7 heavily mutilated corpses. When brought to the asylum, he refused to answer questions about his past and age and only told his name. His eyes were bandaged over but he could see perfectly fine through the bandages.
Extra: He never takes off the bandages. Those who have seen under his bandages had reports horrific nightmares, interestingly enough.
Name: Lucifer Forrest
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Species: Unknown
Appearance:
Bio: A mostly quiet, calm yet twisted doctor. He is known to work with and "help" Grim. He is also known to be a bit manipulative.
Extra: He's rather friendly despite and lets patients, guard and other doctors call him Lucifer instead of Dr. Forrest. He does hate being called Luci however.
Name: Vincent Smith
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Appearance:
Reasons for being in the Asylum: Impulsive, self-harm, anti-social
Level of security: Low
Bio: Vincent was brought in by both his parents for stitching his mouth shut. He explained with a pen and paper that he stitched his mouth shut to avoid his urge to answer people's questions about his tinkering. He did realize that it was an impulsive decision but has stated he didn't regret it.
Extra: Sometimes he cries blood and is "too lazy" to wipe it off. He also likes wearing fake bat wings.
Name: Briar
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Species: Hybrid experiment
Appearance:
Reasons for being in asylum: Attachment issues, anxiety, insanity
Level of security: Low to medium
Bio: Sent to the asylum after a fifth murder case he was supposedly linked to. He kept making the same claims about what happened. He kept saying he never wants to be abandoned and that they can't abandon them if they are just memories.
Name: Alucard Collins
Age: 290
Gender: Male
Species: Fallen Angel
Appearance:
Role: Scientist
Bio: A supposedly emotionless scientist who is calm, quiet yet easily annoyed. He is known for experimenting on Briar and Stitches to find out how those two tick and work.
Extra: He off-handedly mentions that he used to be human and has attempted to make jokes involving poison. He also has had conversations to no one but refers to whoever he is speaking to as Michael. It's believed he might also be a bit of a vampire. His favorite color is blue.
Name: Cecil
Age: 110
Gender: Male
Species: Angel
Appearance:
Reasons for being in asylum: Anxiety, PTSD, Mute, Haphephobia, psychotic outbursts when touched
Level of security: Low
Bio: Was sent to the asylum after murdering an angel who constantly tortured him and attempting to murder angels who tried to comfort him. Doctors struggle to get through with him.
Extra: He's constantly between favorite colors of gold and dark blue.
Name: Salem Haywood
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Species: Vampire
Appearance:
Reasons for being in the asylum: Insanity, constant murder of guards and innocent people.
Level of security: Maximum in a padded cell
Bio: Not much is known about his past. No one knows if his given age is his real age.
Extra: Has to be kept away from other patients because he's a bit of a rat bastard.</s>
<|message|>I
Violet smiled and walked down the hall to the cafeteria.
Bonnie smiled. "Interesting specimen they are." she said.</s>
<|message|>Leo O'Leary
Leo frowns deeper
Alec shrugs " perks of being a demon "</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Stitches sighed, slightly annoyed as he struggled to move the chains a bit. "My wrists are so sore, it's not even funny," he said, annoyance in his voice.</s>
<|message|>I
Violet walked into the cafeteria and sat beside leo hugging him gently. "Hey leo." She said.
Bonnie looked intrigued at alwc. "I'd love to pick your brain ,and you too." she said to alec and stitches.</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Stitches chuckled. "It's not easy to get into my mind. That's for sure, Bonnie," he said in his usual cheery tone</s>
<|message|>I
Violet held Leo's hand gently. "Leo are you ok?" She asked .
Bonnie smiled. "Thats fine I don't care how hard it is." She said.</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
"So many people want to find out what makes the half zombie tick. Maybe I'll reveal it all and maybe I won't. I did reveal a bit to Violet recently though," Stitches said with a mischievous smirk.</s>
<|message|>I
Violet nodded and looked madly towards Bonnie.
Bonnie looked at violet and smiled. "Hello." She said.</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
"If you really want to find out what I revealed to her, you'll have to ask her. My mind is like a mad house with random information on myself here and there. It's fun and rather chaotic so just ask her if you dare," Stitches said, chuckling. He clearly enjoyed saying that rhyme and was rather proud of it.</s>
<|message|>I
Bonnie looked at violet awaiting an answer.
"Don't ask me you bastard!" she told Bonnie and turned away.</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Stitches tilted his head like a puppy at Violet's anger towards Bonnie.</s>
<|message|>I
Violet left the table and went to her room quietly.
Bonnie stated in disbelief. "What did I do?" she asked stitches.</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Stitches shrugged. He seemed genuinely confused about Violet's reaction. "I was practically allowing her to tell you what I told her when she came to my room," Stitches said, a hint of confusion in his voice.</s>
<|message|>I
Bonnie looked away. "Oh, I see." she said. "Do mind just telling me."</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
"I kinda wanted to let it be a question only she could answer but oh well. Guess it's time to reveal something. If I didn't have all these chains on, I'd show the stitches on me as well..." Stitches said, partially rambling, "Anyway, back when I was fully human, I did have a battle in my mind with insanity and depression. It resulted in me horribly mangling my torso and legs and my arms a bit too. I was found by a scientist who experiment heavily on me. I don't know or exactly remember how it all works though."</s>
<|message|>I
Bonnie looked astonishingly at him. "Woah, I hope your ok." She said.
Violet entered her room and cut her long black hair.And played on the floor in fits of tears before falling asleep.</s>
<|message|>Leo O'Leary
Leo frowns and follows after violet
Alec chuckles</s>
<|message|>I
Violet softly snored asleep, her eyebrows knitted in worry. Her hair all around her.
Bonnie smiled and giggles a bit.</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Stitches chuckled. "Now everyone seems to worry about me when those feelings of my human past are long gone," he said, rather amused.</s>
<|message|>I
Bonnie looked at him in disbelief. "I don't believe that if you had a break down." She said.</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Stitches sighed, "It's rare. But I will have emotional breakdowns. It's rare but it does happen. On the bright side, no more of me mangling my own body." Stitches chuckled, still in his puppy like mood.</s>
<|message|>I
Bonnie stated at him sympathetically. "I suppose." She said.</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Stitches spoke, "You know, I just realized no one has seen under the bandage on my cheek. Might as well show some stitching for my namesake, I guess."</s>
<|message|>I
Bonnie curiously awaited .</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Stitches carefully, and a bit nervously, removed his bandage on his cheek and revealed some massive stitching across his cheek. He ran a hand against the stitches. "Some stitches has finally been revealed!" Stitches exclaimed with a chuckle.</s>
<|message|>Leo O'Leary
Leo cuddles with violet
ALec chuckles " I never have a breakdown"</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
"Consider yourself lucky. While they are rare for me now, I used to have a lot of breakdowns back then. I always felt tired after them," Stitches said calmly.</s>
<|message|>I
Violet opened her eyes and softly kisses Leo's cheek. "Hey." She said quietly.
Bonnie softly put her hand on his cheek. "Extraordinary."</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
"There are so many more stitches that are hidden under my clothes," Stitches said, looking at Bonnie. His silvery eyes had a slight glint of intrigue about Bonnie's curiosity.</s>
<|message|>Leo O'Leary
Leo smiles " hey"
Alec shrugs " I just like killing people "</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Stitches covered his mouth to stifle his laughter about Alec's statement. Stitches did seem to be struggling to hold his laughter in, however.</s>
<|message|>I
Violet smiled and blushed.
Bonnie giggled and looked at the two and looked back to stitches.</s>
<|message|>Leo O'Leary
Leo cuddles
Alec chuckles and leans back</s>
<|message|>I
Violet softly looked at him. "Mine" she says playfully.
Bonnie looked at the two. "Strange." She said.</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
"We're all strange here, what's new?" Stitches playfully asked. He ended up leaning just a bit too far back and falling off his seat.</s>
<|message|>Leo O'Leary
Leo smiles " yup"
Alec chuckles " that we are"</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Stitches hopped back up on his seat and chuckled. "Whoops, took a tumble there," he said, laughing a bit.</s>
<|message|>I
Violet smiled and held him closely. "Gommenasai."
Bonnie looked worried. "Are you ok?" She asked holding her hand out for stitches.</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Stitches laughed. "I'm fine, don't worry. It was just a small tumble off a chair," he said.</s>
<|message|>Leo O'Leary
Leo tilts his head " what? "
Alec watches amused</s>
<|message|>I
Violet looked away. "Sorry.." She said.
Bonnie smiled laughing. "If you say so." She said.</s>
<|message|>Leo O'Leary
Leo title his head " why are you sorry? "
Alec laughs</s>
<|message|>I
Violet looked down, she wanted to answer she's not enough but didn't. "It's nothing." she said smiling. Her smile plastered on her face.</s>
| <|message|>Max Fuller
Grim and Max entered the dining hall, clearly hoping to find Leo and Violet.
Stitches noticed Grim and Max and muttered slightly, "Oh boy, this won't be fun if me and Alec are seen by those two."</s> |
<|description|>Max Fuller
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Appearance:
Reasons for being in the asylum: Anxiety, depression, multiple suicide attempts, sudden psychotic outbursts
Level of security: Medium
Bio: While not much is known about his past, he has hinted at him being abused in his childhood. He was found by one of the Asylum's guards outside, unconscious and badly beaten. He has been brought in to get help and the asylum have been unable to find or contact his parents.
Name: Grim
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Species: Half Kitsune half supernatural being
Appearance:
Reasons for being in asylum: Anger issues, psychotic outbursts
Level of security: Medium
Bio: Grim was found badly scarred and shivering in the cold. Doctors were surprised he survived for as long as he did. When asked about his name, he stated he didn't know his name. They assumed amnesia but he answered all the other questions with ease. Someone assumed he didn't have a name. Someone else joked he must have been the grim reaper's kid and that's how he survived. Everyone just calls him Grim now.
Extra: He's the only one allowed close to Max when Max is having one of his psychotic outbursts.
Name: Stitches
Age: Unknown
Gender: Male
Species: Half zombie
Appearance:
Reasons for being in the asylum: Insanity, schizophrenia, cannibalism
Levels of security: maximum security
Bio: He was found in an abandoned, rickety, old mansion that was filled with odd science equipment. When he was discovered in the basement, the explorers who found him thought he was dead because of how still he was, the fact he was covered in blood and the fact he was without a pulse. He ended up snapping the neck and eating one of the three explorers which gave the other two the chance to call the cops which caused him to be restrained and dragged off to the Blood Moon Asylum. When he arrived, he refused to give any info except for his nickname that his creator called him which is Stitches.
Extra: He hides his stitching under bandages and clothes. Also he prefers to either snap a person's neck of dismember them piece by piece.
Name: Kane Morgan
Age: Unknown but assumed to be late teens to early adult
Gender: Male
Species: Demon
Appearance:
Reasons for being in asylum: Insanity, schizophrenia
Level of security: Maximum security
Bio: He was found standing in a circle of 7 heavily mutilated corpses. When brought to the asylum, he refused to answer questions about his past and age and only told his name. His eyes were bandaged over but he could see perfectly fine through the bandages.
Extra: He never takes off the bandages. Those who have seen under his bandages had reports horrific nightmares, interestingly enough.
Name: Lucifer Forrest
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Species: Unknown
Appearance:
Bio: A mostly quiet, calm yet twisted doctor. He is known to work with and "help" Grim. He is also known to be a bit manipulative.
Extra: He's rather friendly despite and lets patients, guard and other doctors call him Lucifer instead of Dr. Forrest. He does hate being called Luci however.
Name: Vincent Smith
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Appearance:
Reasons for being in the Asylum: Impulsive, self-harm, anti-social
Level of security: Low
Bio: Vincent was brought in by both his parents for stitching his mouth shut. He explained with a pen and paper that he stitched his mouth shut to avoid his urge to answer people's questions about his tinkering. He did realize that it was an impulsive decision but has stated he didn't regret it.
Extra: Sometimes he cries blood and is "too lazy" to wipe it off. He also likes wearing fake bat wings.
Name: Briar
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Species: Hybrid experiment
Appearance:
Reasons for being in asylum: Attachment issues, anxiety, insanity
Level of security: Low to medium
Bio: Sent to the asylum after a fifth murder case he was supposedly linked to. He kept making the same claims about what happened. He kept saying he never wants to be abandoned and that they can't abandon them if they are just memories.
Name: Alucard Collins
Age: 290
Gender: Male
Species: Fallen Angel
Appearance:
Role: Scientist
Bio: A supposedly emotionless scientist who is calm, quiet yet easily annoyed. He is known for experimenting on Briar and Stitches to find out how those two tick and work.
Extra: He off-handedly mentions that he used to be human and has attempted to make jokes involving poison. He also has had conversations to no one but refers to whoever he is speaking to as Michael. It's believed he might also be a bit of a vampire. His favorite color is blue.
Name: Cecil
Age: 110
Gender: Male
Species: Angel
Appearance:
Reasons for being in asylum: Anxiety, PTSD, Mute, Haphephobia, psychotic outbursts when touched
Level of security: Low
Bio: Was sent to the asylum after murdering an angel who constantly tortured him and attempting to murder angels who tried to comfort him. Doctors struggle to get through with him.
Extra: He's constantly between favorite colors of gold and dark blue.
Name: Salem Haywood
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Species: Vampire
Appearance:
Reasons for being in the asylum: Insanity, constant murder of guards and innocent people.
Level of security: Maximum in a padded cell
Bio: Not much is known about his past. No one knows if his given age is his real age.
Extra: Has to be kept away from other patients because he's a bit of a rat bastard.</s>
<|message|>Leo O'Leary
Leo smiles and kisses her cheek before getting up
Alec fixes his clothing " do not touch me again mortal " he tells bonnie</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Grim and Max walked past and Grim glared at Bonnie. "You can try to hide those two but it won't work," Grim said, annoyed. Max was holding onto Grim to keep him supported.
Stitches popped up. "Okay, how the hell did you see us?" Stitches asked, genuinely confused. Grim just pointed at his fox ears, implying he heard what was said.</s>
<|message|>I
Violet stood up and stood beside him.
Bonnie nervously smiled. "Sorey ." she said to Alec and ignored grim.</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Max quickly carried Grim off to a separate table to try and avoid any trouble. Grim kept glaring at Alec and Stitches though.
Stitches sighed slightly, "Thank God star boy's boyfriend has more sense then star boy himself. "</s>
<|message|>I
Bonnie looked curiously. "Why are you guys not on good terms?" She asked.</s>
<|message|>Leo O'Leary
Leo takes violets hand and walks off to find grim and max
Alec smiles"we aren't the nicest people"</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Grim quietly snarled at Stitches and Alec while still glaring at the two. Max hugged Grim, trying to calm Grim down.
Stitches chuckled a bit, "I'm still upset the guards ruined the fun we were having." His silvery eyes glared directly back at Grim.</s>
<|message|>I
Violet blushes and followed behind him.
Bonnie looked at the situation intrigued and wanted to see where this goes as long as there is no bloodshed. "I think you guys are nice." She replied to alec.</s>
<|message|>Leo O'Leary
Leo sees grim and max
Alec smiles a sadistic glint in his eye" mmmm everyone I killed or hurt would think different mortal "</s>
<|message|>I
Violet stared surprised.
Bonnie smiled briefly amused. "We'll I'm not then now am I? Plus I don't fear death I love it, don't you?" she asked getting close to him. Before leaning back and away.</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Grim distracted himself from Alex and Stitches by petting Max, who was snuggling against Grim.ed
Stitches smirked. "Yeah with all the people I've killed, different things would be said," he said calmly.</s>
<|message|>Leo O'Leary
Leo walks up to max and grim
Alec shrugs " I like causing it , but I'm not too afraid of it myself as I've never been close to it"</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Max slightly waves at Leo and Violet while Grim seems distracted with petting Max.
Stitches thought for a second. "Being close to death is certainly an interesting feeling. I always wonder when I'll feel that sensation of the cold grip of death closing in," Stitches said, extremely calm and cheerful.</s>
<|message|>Leo O'Leary
Leo sits by them " why's grim upset? "
Alec chuckles " I'll gladly let others feel that cold embrace but I would prefer not to"</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Max gestured at the table Alec and Stitches are at before he nuzzled Grim's chest. Grim glanced back over at Stitches and Alec and snarled quietly.
Stitches laughed. "The best way to describe what I do is have them feel the same cold embrace I felt!" He exclaimed, rather amused.</s>
<|message|>I
Violet waved and embraced grim and max in a hug.
Bonnie smiled sadistily. "Some day would you be the one to send me to death?" she asked stitches and alec.</s>
<|message|>Leo O'Leary
Alec smiles " I can do that right now"
Leo nods understanding</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Grim sighed and took a deep breath. Max jumped a little caught off guard and decided to pet one of Grim's ears. "Is you petting one of my ears payback for startling you, Max?" Grim asked with a gentle smile. Max nodded and kept petting Grim's left ear.
Stitches chuckled, "Even with these chains, I could easily snap your neck of you wanted me to." Stitches flashed a mischievous smirk.</s>
<|message|>I
Bonnie looked at them happily. "To ahead I don't mind." she said smiling.
Violet softly laughed and held onto leo.</s>
<|message|>Leo O'Leary
Alec snaps and Bonnie is cut in half
Leo smiles then frowns when he smells blood</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Grim snarls violently and got defensive of Max when he smelt blood.
Stitches seemed genuinely surprised. "Holy shit, I didn't expect that!" He exclaimed, surprised.</s>
<|message|>I
Violet smiled at them smell of blood as she turned around to find bonnies body cut in half. She stabbed the corpse with a nearby spoon as she laughed.</s>
<|message|>Leo O'Leary
Leo frowns at violets laughing
Alec shrugs " she said kill her"</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Grim seemed extremely protective of Max and a bit agressive. "Grim calm down," Max said, trying to calm Grim down.
"I genuinely didn't expect that to happen. That was cool," Stitches said, amused.</s>
<|message|>I
Violet smiled before calming down and getting off the bunny corpse. "Now I need to kill your partner." she said before being tackled by the guards and pinned down. She stabbed a guards eye out laughing they ripped her clothes before dragging her to her cell and being chained by the neck.</s>
<|message|>Leo O'Leary
Leo frowns as he sees his hallucination of David and tries to ignore him
Alex shrugs" yeah felt like doing something different "</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Grim started snarling violently and caused Max to let go of Grim.
Stitches immediately noticed Grim and Max. "I think star boy might be on the verge of something violent," Stitches said with a slight smirk.</s>
<|message|>Leo O'Leary
Alec smiles " oooh fun"</s>
<|message|>I
Violet gasped for are when one of the guards came in for a while then left smirking.</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Max quickly backed away from Grim in a bit of a panic. Grim snarled and suddenly lashed out towards some nearby patients and even managed to tear off the left arm of one of the patients he attacked.
Stitches chuckled, rather amused with Grim violently lashing out.</s>
<|message|>Leo O'Leary
Alec claps quite happily
Leo had gone to violets cell and when he saw the guard walk out of her room he ripped out the guards throat</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Grim was quickly subdued by guards and ended up kicking and biting the guards.
Stitches clearly was enjoying Grim being violent.</s>
<|message|>I
Violet looked at the ground and dug her nails into the floor, she had bruises on her arms and left of her face from struggle.</s>
<|message|>Leo O'Leary
Leo had turned into his wolf form as a result of the full moon and he was currently attacking guards
Alec smiles also enjoying grims display of violence</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
After a bit of struggling, Grim was knocked unconscious and dragged off to his room.
Stitches sighed, "The fun is over unfortunately. I've never seen star boy as violent as that before."</s>
<|message|>I
Violet reached out. "L-Leo......LEO!!" Her whisper turned to a scream as she cried reaching out towards him.</s>
<|message|>Leo O'Leary
Leo was attacks the guards and heard violet then growled as he saw her, during the full moon he couldn't control his wolf form
Alec nods" I know it was interesting "</s>
| <|message|>Max Fuller
Max seemed nervous and left to go to his own room.
Stitches looked up curiously. "I wonder where all his violence came from," Stitches said with a slight hint of curiosity in his voice.</s> |
<|description|>Max Fuller
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Appearance:
Reasons for being in the asylum: Anxiety, depression, multiple suicide attempts, sudden psychotic outbursts
Level of security: Medium
Bio: While not much is known about his past, he has hinted at him being abused in his childhood. He was found by one of the Asylum's guards outside, unconscious and badly beaten. He has been brought in to get help and the asylum have been unable to find or contact his parents.
Name: Grim
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Species: Half Kitsune half supernatural being
Appearance:
Reasons for being in asylum: Anger issues, psychotic outbursts
Level of security: Medium
Bio: Grim was found badly scarred and shivering in the cold. Doctors were surprised he survived for as long as he did. When asked about his name, he stated he didn't know his name. They assumed amnesia but he answered all the other questions with ease. Someone assumed he didn't have a name. Someone else joked he must have been the grim reaper's kid and that's how he survived. Everyone just calls him Grim now.
Extra: He's the only one allowed close to Max when Max is having one of his psychotic outbursts.
Name: Stitches
Age: Unknown
Gender: Male
Species: Half zombie
Appearance:
Reasons for being in the asylum: Insanity, schizophrenia, cannibalism
Levels of security: maximum security
Bio: He was found in an abandoned, rickety, old mansion that was filled with odd science equipment. When he was discovered in the basement, the explorers who found him thought he was dead because of how still he was, the fact he was covered in blood and the fact he was without a pulse. He ended up snapping the neck and eating one of the three explorers which gave the other two the chance to call the cops which caused him to be restrained and dragged off to the Blood Moon Asylum. When he arrived, he refused to give any info except for his nickname that his creator called him which is Stitches.
Extra: He hides his stitching under bandages and clothes. Also he prefers to either snap a person's neck of dismember them piece by piece.
Name: Kane Morgan
Age: Unknown but assumed to be late teens to early adult
Gender: Male
Species: Demon
Appearance:
Reasons for being in asylum: Insanity, schizophrenia
Level of security: Maximum security
Bio: He was found standing in a circle of 7 heavily mutilated corpses. When brought to the asylum, he refused to answer questions about his past and age and only told his name. His eyes were bandaged over but he could see perfectly fine through the bandages.
Extra: He never takes off the bandages. Those who have seen under his bandages had reports horrific nightmares, interestingly enough.
Name: Lucifer Forrest
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Species: Unknown
Appearance:
Bio: A mostly quiet, calm yet twisted doctor. He is known to work with and "help" Grim. He is also known to be a bit manipulative.
Extra: He's rather friendly despite and lets patients, guard and other doctors call him Lucifer instead of Dr. Forrest. He does hate being called Luci however.
Name: Vincent Smith
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Appearance:
Reasons for being in the Asylum: Impulsive, self-harm, anti-social
Level of security: Low
Bio: Vincent was brought in by both his parents for stitching his mouth shut. He explained with a pen and paper that he stitched his mouth shut to avoid his urge to answer people's questions about his tinkering. He did realize that it was an impulsive decision but has stated he didn't regret it.
Extra: Sometimes he cries blood and is "too lazy" to wipe it off. He also likes wearing fake bat wings.
Name: Briar
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Species: Hybrid experiment
Appearance:
Reasons for being in asylum: Attachment issues, anxiety, insanity
Level of security: Low to medium
Bio: Sent to the asylum after a fifth murder case he was supposedly linked to. He kept making the same claims about what happened. He kept saying he never wants to be abandoned and that they can't abandon them if they are just memories.
Name: Alucard Collins
Age: 290
Gender: Male
Species: Fallen Angel
Appearance:
Role: Scientist
Bio: A supposedly emotionless scientist who is calm, quiet yet easily annoyed. He is known for experimenting on Briar and Stitches to find out how those two tick and work.
Extra: He off-handedly mentions that he used to be human and has attempted to make jokes involving poison. He also has had conversations to no one but refers to whoever he is speaking to as Michael. It's believed he might also be a bit of a vampire. His favorite color is blue.
Name: Cecil
Age: 110
Gender: Male
Species: Angel
Appearance:
Reasons for being in asylum: Anxiety, PTSD, Mute, Haphephobia, psychotic outbursts when touched
Level of security: Low
Bio: Was sent to the asylum after murdering an angel who constantly tortured him and attempting to murder angels who tried to comfort him. Doctors struggle to get through with him.
Extra: He's constantly between favorite colors of gold and dark blue.
Name: Salem Haywood
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Species: Vampire
Appearance:
Reasons for being in the asylum: Insanity, constant murder of guards and innocent people.
Level of security: Maximum in a padded cell
Bio: Not much is known about his past. No one knows if his given age is his real age.
Extra: Has to be kept away from other patients because he's a bit of a rat bastard.</s>
<|message|>I
Violet reached out to him almost touching him before she starts to black out.
"Leo.." She whispers.</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Stitches happily jumped up out of his seat. "Let's go and find out then. The curiosity will be eating away at my already dead heart if I don't find out soon," Stitches said in his perky voice.</s>
<|message|>Leo O'Leary
Leo sniffs violet then runs off and attacks some guards
Alec stands " lead the way my friend "</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Stitches happily started the trek to Grim's room and happily hummed as well.</s>
<|message|>I
Violet fell to the floor unconscious</s>
<|message|>Leo O'Leary
Leo eventually gets thrown in his cell
Alec follows stitches</s>
<|message|>I
Violet gets sent to the nurses office.</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Grim sighed, annoyed. "I've been doing so good on not snapping," he said softly
Stitches peeks into Grim's room and perks up excitedly. "I found Grim," Stitches says to Alec.</s>
<|message|>Leo O'Leary
Leo passes out in his room
Alec smiles " amazing "</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Grim glared at Stitches and Alec when they entered his room. He seemed rather upset that he was heavily chained up and unable to punch both of them.
Stitches happily sat down in front of Grim, not even caring about Grim glaring at him.</s>
<|message|>I
Violet wakes up and gets out of bed and falls to the ground then gets back up. She walks down the hall. The girl she killed held out her hand'join me kill yourself ' she said to her. Violet waved at her"I'm sorry ok, I didn't mean it. "She said softly.</s>
<|message|>Leo O'Leary
Leo wakes up in his room
Alec smiles and sits in front of grim as well</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Grim sighed, annoyed. "What do you two want? I wouldn't doubt you two would come in here just to torture me in some way," Grim said, glaring.
"Now, now, we just want to find out where all that violence comes from, Grim," Stitches explained calmly.</s>
<|message|>I
Violet walked into Leo's room and sat on the floor with her eyes to the ground. "Leo." she said.</s>
<|message|>Leo O'Leary
Leo opens one eye " yeah? "
Alec nods" what stitches said"</s>
<|message|>I
Violet hugged him. "I love you." She whispers.</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Grim glared. "Well you two wasted your time. I still barely remember anything from my past. The only thing I remember is that fight that got me all scarred up," Grim said, annoyed.
Stitches perked up a bit. "What type of fight? Every little detail helps," Stitches said with a smirk.</s>
<|message|>Leo O'Leary
Leo yawns " you to"
Alec nods " every detail"</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Grim sighed. "I honestly think it was a fight with my father, just something went wrong with him. Thus reason I assume it's my father is because he had similar constellation markings, fox ears and blue eyes... I think the only real difference were his hair color and the fact he had multiple tails. I ended up killing him before collapsing and blacking out. Then the part I directly remember without hypnotherapy to help is being carried into here by a guard," Grim said, "If I try to go farther back in my memory it's just the pitch black chains and a pitch black figure."
Stitches looked up a bit and glanced at Alec, confused.</s>
<|message|>Leo O'Leary
Alec frowns " so you got angry? "</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Grim shrugs. "Maybe angry, maybe protective, maybe an insanity meltdown, maybe all three. I just hope I can figure out more of my past with hypnotherapy," he said calmly.
Stitches seemed more intrigued then anything.</s>
<|message|>I
Violet lays down at his feet.</s>
<|message|>Leo O'Leary
Leo frowns " why are you at my feet? "
Alec nods" interesting "</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Grim groaned. "Dammit! Max is probably all alone, that can't be good," Grim said, "Why did the guards have to chain me up so heavily?"
Stitches tilted his head at Grim. "Why isn't it good when Max is alone?" Stitches asked curiously.</s>
<|message|>I
Violet looked up. "I'm tired." she said even though it was a lie.</s>
<|message|>Leo O'Leary
Leo frowns" well you don't have to lay at my feet "
Alec nods" please do tell"</s>
<|message|>I
Violet smiled and nodded . "Yes I do, my leo." she said and tilted her head.</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Grim groaned, seemingly hurt by a memory of what happened last time Max was alone for too long. "It always churns my stomach thinking about it but the last time I left Max alone to long, he nearly killed himself. I don't want to talk about the details," Grim said weakly.
Stitches was curious but decided not to pursue the topic.</s>
<|message|>Leo O'Leary
Leo pats by him" well you don't have to lay at my feet"
Alec makes a hmmm sound but also doesn't pursue it</s>
<|message|>I
Violet smiled. "Yes I do, I'm yours and I will do anything you tell me to, anything to keep you by me." she said holding his hands and looking at him obsessively.</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Grim trembled slightly. "I need to get out of these chains. I need to get to Max," he said, trying to keep calm.
Stitches glanced at Alec and was expecting Alec to do something.</s>
<|message|>Leo O'Leary
Leo nods a bit nervously " umm ok"
Alec is watching with a bored expression then looks at stitches " oh you want me to help? "</s>
<|message|>I
Violet smiled. "Your mine." She whispers in his ear.</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Grim seemed rather nervous as he tried to get out of the chains.
Stitches nodded slightly at Alec, seemingly a bit worried about Max too. "I may have caused Max to drawn blood before but I don't want to hear any news that Max died to an overdose or managed to hang himself," Stitches said, fairly stern</s>
<|message|>Leo O'Leary
Leo laughs nervously " yeah hhehe"
Alec sighs" ok" he snaps and the chains around grim suddenly rust up and disintegrate</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
The moment the chains were gone, Grim dashed out of his room to go to Max's room.
Stitches sighed before smirking a bit. "While a lot of what I said was true, I did mention the ways Max could kill himself just to make Grim more worried," he said holding back a chuckle.</s>
<|message|>I
Violet smiled and held him. "Leo your mind now." she said and left his room. "Bye sweetie."</s>
<|message|>Leo O'Leary
Leo waves awkwardly back to violet" yeah bye" he said kinda glad the conversation was over
Aleck laughs " nice, I am interested in this other demon want to see him? "</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Stitches quickly hopped up, back in his cheery puppy-like mood. "I'm interested in this other demon too so let's go find him," he said, smiling wide.</s>
<|message|>I
Violet smiled happily and smiled down the hall. "My leo, he's so beautiful."</s>
<|message|>Leo O'Leary
Leo walks out of his room and goes the other way from violet
Aleck begins to walk with stitches to the demons room</s>
<|message|>I
Violet spins around giggling. "Leo."</s>
| <|message|>Max Fuller
Stitches happily sung softly as he practically skipped in the direction Kane's room.
Kane sat in the middle of his room, extremely annoyed and completely unable to move due to the amount of chains on him.</s> |
<|description|>Max Fuller
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Appearance:
Reasons for being in the asylum: Anxiety, depression, multiple suicide attempts, sudden psychotic outbursts
Level of security: Medium
Bio: While not much is known about his past, he has hinted at him being abused in his childhood. He was found by one of the Asylum's guards outside, unconscious and badly beaten. He has been brought in to get help and the asylum have been unable to find or contact his parents.
Name: Grim
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Species: Half Kitsune half supernatural being
Appearance:
Reasons for being in asylum: Anger issues, psychotic outbursts
Level of security: Medium
Bio: Grim was found badly scarred and shivering in the cold. Doctors were surprised he survived for as long as he did. When asked about his name, he stated he didn't know his name. They assumed amnesia but he answered all the other questions with ease. Someone assumed he didn't have a name. Someone else joked he must have been the grim reaper's kid and that's how he survived. Everyone just calls him Grim now.
Extra: He's the only one allowed close to Max when Max is having one of his psychotic outbursts.
Name: Stitches
Age: Unknown
Gender: Male
Species: Half zombie
Appearance:
Reasons for being in the asylum: Insanity, schizophrenia, cannibalism
Levels of security: maximum security
Bio: He was found in an abandoned, rickety, old mansion that was filled with odd science equipment. When he was discovered in the basement, the explorers who found him thought he was dead because of how still he was, the fact he was covered in blood and the fact he was without a pulse. He ended up snapping the neck and eating one of the three explorers which gave the other two the chance to call the cops which caused him to be restrained and dragged off to the Blood Moon Asylum. When he arrived, he refused to give any info except for his nickname that his creator called him which is Stitches.
Extra: He hides his stitching under bandages and clothes. Also he prefers to either snap a person's neck of dismember them piece by piece.
Name: Kane Morgan
Age: Unknown but assumed to be late teens to early adult
Gender: Male
Species: Demon
Appearance:
Reasons for being in asylum: Insanity, schizophrenia
Level of security: Maximum security
Bio: He was found standing in a circle of 7 heavily mutilated corpses. When brought to the asylum, he refused to answer questions about his past and age and only told his name. His eyes were bandaged over but he could see perfectly fine through the bandages.
Extra: He never takes off the bandages. Those who have seen under his bandages had reports horrific nightmares, interestingly enough.
Name: Lucifer Forrest
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Species: Unknown
Appearance:
Bio: A mostly quiet, calm yet twisted doctor. He is known to work with and "help" Grim. He is also known to be a bit manipulative.
Extra: He's rather friendly despite and lets patients, guard and other doctors call him Lucifer instead of Dr. Forrest. He does hate being called Luci however.
Name: Vincent Smith
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Appearance:
Reasons for being in the Asylum: Impulsive, self-harm, anti-social
Level of security: Low
Bio: Vincent was brought in by both his parents for stitching his mouth shut. He explained with a pen and paper that he stitched his mouth shut to avoid his urge to answer people's questions about his tinkering. He did realize that it was an impulsive decision but has stated he didn't regret it.
Extra: Sometimes he cries blood and is "too lazy" to wipe it off. He also likes wearing fake bat wings.
Name: Briar
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Species: Hybrid experiment
Appearance:
Reasons for being in asylum: Attachment issues, anxiety, insanity
Level of security: Low to medium
Bio: Sent to the asylum after a fifth murder case he was supposedly linked to. He kept making the same claims about what happened. He kept saying he never wants to be abandoned and that they can't abandon them if they are just memories.
Name: Alucard Collins
Age: 290
Gender: Male
Species: Fallen Angel
Appearance:
Role: Scientist
Bio: A supposedly emotionless scientist who is calm, quiet yet easily annoyed. He is known for experimenting on Briar and Stitches to find out how those two tick and work.
Extra: He off-handedly mentions that he used to be human and has attempted to make jokes involving poison. He also has had conversations to no one but refers to whoever he is speaking to as Michael. It's believed he might also be a bit of a vampire. His favorite color is blue.
Name: Cecil
Age: 110
Gender: Male
Species: Angel
Appearance:
Reasons for being in asylum: Anxiety, PTSD, Mute, Haphephobia, psychotic outbursts when touched
Level of security: Low
Bio: Was sent to the asylum after murdering an angel who constantly tortured him and attempting to murder angels who tried to comfort him. Doctors struggle to get through with him.
Extra: He's constantly between favorite colors of gold and dark blue.
Name: Salem Haywood
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Species: Vampire
Appearance:
Reasons for being in the asylum: Insanity, constant murder of guards and innocent people.
Level of security: Maximum in a padded cell
Bio: Not much is known about his past. No one knows if his given age is his real age.
Extra: Has to be kept away from other patients because he's a bit of a rat bastard.</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Stitches chuckled and bounded in place a bit, clearly excited.
Kane raised an eyebrow at the fact there were visitors other then guards but then chuckled. "I personally don't know the answer to that question myself, fellow demon," he said while chuckling.</s>
<|message|>Leo O'Leary
Leo smiles relieved " love you to "
Alec smiles " shall we bust you out? "</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Stitches smiled and kept bouncing in place. "I'm sure Alec could easily get you out," he said cheerfully.
Kane's chuckles turned to an insane laugh as he laid his head back. "I don't care whether or not I'm free. I just enjoy tormenting guards and patients alike in various ways," Kane said between his laughter.</s>
<|message|>I
Violet turns around and walls to the court yard.</s>
<|message|>Leo O'Leary
Leo wanders the halls
Alec smiles " great " he breaks Kane out</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Stitches turned from just bouncing in place to bouncing around in a circle and he seems to be a bit lost in thought hence the bouncing.
Kane got up, stretching and smirked a bit. "I suppose you guys are also extremely curious about my eyes," he said before glancing over at Stitches who wasn't paying much attention.</s>
<|message|>I
Violet danced around the court yard. "LONDAN BRIDGE IS FALLING DOWN FALLING DOWN LONDAN BRIDGE IS FALLING DOWN OPSIE DAISY" she sang.</s>
<|message|>Leo O'Leary
Leo hears violet singing
Alec smiles when Kane offers for them to see his eyes " sorry mate I've heard what seeing your eyes do to people "</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Stitches stopped bouncing around and glanced at Alec, a bit surprised. "Huh, I thought a demon would be able to handle another demon's nightmare eyes," Stitches said, a bit confused.
Kane chuckled before speaking, "Well... he could be worrying about you getting the nightmares." He smirked, watching Stitches' face turn red out from being flustered.</s>
<|message|>I
Violet danced and bent down in a falling motion before her doctor approached her.
"Hello violet." he said smiling.
"Hi doctor!" she greeted him with a smile as she was embraced in a hug.
They spoke for a while comfortable and casual.</s>
<|message|>Leo O'Leary
Alec smiled " correct my dear cousin I will call you"
Leo walks around and sniffs the air</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Stitches' cheeks turned bright red for a minute before getting distracted by something to his right that only he could see.
Kane chuckled at Alec's statement. "First time someone has been this friendly with me, let alone call me their cousin," he said, "My name is Kane, by the way."</s>
<|message|>I
Violet shifted nervously as she had flashed of a male and the doctor reached out his hand she violently shoved it aside.
"I'm so sorry violet." he said chuckling softly as a satisfied smile uprised.
"It's ok mr.kito." she replied lowering her head.
"Just call me kit,vi." he smiled and tilted her chin up wards giving a cinical smile.
"Ok kit." she said politely smiling trying to get his hands off her chin. "Please get off of me I'm deeply in love with one person and his name is leo."
" oh that flee bag why love him he's to rough and I see he's scared of how crazy you love him. "He whispered in her ear.
" first that may be true but I'll love him, I'll give him anything my heart from my chest, my body, my brain, my soul, or materials of which he seeks. "She replied shoving an elbow between them.</s>
<|message|>Leo O'Leary
Leo walks around and sees the doctor on violet " get off of her " he growls
Alec smiles " let's cause chaos cousin"</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Stitches shifted a bit nervously and muttered a bit to himself, still looking to his right.
Kane smirked. "While I'd love to, your friend there seems to be on the verge of something," he said while gesturing towards the worried Stitches.</s>
<|message|>I
Violet turned towards Leo and faintly smiled.
Kiyo turned around and backed of nervously but shot violet a look of amusement.
Violet ran to Leo's side and held him back a bit. "It's fine don't worry about it." Violet silently away.</s>
<|message|>Leo O'Leary
Leo growls " mmm I don't know about that "
Alec frowns when he sees stitches " what's wrong? "</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Stitches trembled a bit and he was definitely worried about something. He glanced at Alec before suddenly collapsing to his knees and hiding his face behind his hands, sobbing softly.
Kane sighed slightly and started to walk past Alec. "I'll leave you two alone. I know I'll only make the situation worse," Kane said, walking out of the room.</s>
<|message|>I
Violet pulled him away and held her face down. "Can we please go?" she asked quietly.
Kito smiled softly and tilted his head up.</s>
<|message|>Leo O'Leary
Leo growls and begins to walk toward kito
Alec pats stitches " hey you'll be ok? " he says , he's never had to comfort someone before</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Stitches spoke weakly between sobs, "M-me and him both should've died..." He suddenly hugged Alec, sobbing into Alec's chest.
Kane made his way to Leo, Violet and Kito and decided to watch out of curiosity.</s>
<|message|>I
Violet held Leo back. "Can we please just go?!" she asked tears welling down her face.
Kito casted a protective and levitation shield upon himself and smiled satisfied but held a slight hint of sadness behind his eyes.</s>
<|message|>Leo O'Leary
"Fine" he growls and walks away
Alec frowns more" who else should have died? "</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Stitches hid his face in Alec's chest and spoke weakly, "My twin brother and I promised each other we would die together... but I'm still alive..." He sobbed a bit louder, showing a side that's never really seen.
Kane seemed confused and watched Leo walk away, curiously.</s>
<|message|>I
Violet brushed her years away and nervously tapped her shaking hands against her leg. "Thanks....." she replied her held low. "I'm sorry." she smiled.</s>
<|message|>Leo O'Leary
Alec nods and holds stitches
Leo frowns " why are you sorry? "</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Stitches kept sobbing and trembling. He spoke between sobs, "We both felt like killing ourselves would be a good idea after murdering everyone in our family... we thought it was smart because we were the last people in our bloodline... we wanted our bloodline to end..."</s>
<|message|>I
"For being unhappy and possessive, I'm sorry." Violet smiled and nodded.</s>
<|message|>Leo O'Leary
Leo frowns " so you aren't happy with me? "
Alec looks at stitches in a quizzical manner " why end your bloodline? "</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Stitches dried some of his tears. "They all hated me and Dante... we were the odd ones out in our family, the only twins... when we finished killing them we thought it'd be smart to just finish ending the bloodline with ourselves... practically wiping our history from the face of the earth," Stitches said before looking at Alec, "I guess we hated the way we, and other people who were odd, were treated by our family..."</s>
<|message|>I
"I am I just feel you don't like the bad parts of me, and I love and accept every part of you." she said lowering her head.</s>
<|message|>Leo O'Leary
Leo then felt bad " what no I do it just took an adjustment " he says
Alec nods and let's him vent</s>
| <|message|>Max Fuller
Stitches sighed. "They were always so annoying too... me and Dante didn't like the rest of our family but no one ever got the message and they kept telling us we needed to spend more time with the rest of the family," he said sounding more annoyed and drying his few remaining tears.</s> |
<|description|>Max Fuller
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Appearance:
Reasons for being in the asylum: Anxiety, depression, multiple suicide attempts, sudden psychotic outbursts
Level of security: Medium
Bio: While not much is known about his past, he has hinted at him being abused in his childhood. He was found by one of the Asylum's guards outside, unconscious and badly beaten. He has been brought in to get help and the asylum have been unable to find or contact his parents.
Name: Grim
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Species: Half Kitsune half supernatural being
Appearance:
Reasons for being in asylum: Anger issues, psychotic outbursts
Level of security: Medium
Bio: Grim was found badly scarred and shivering in the cold. Doctors were surprised he survived for as long as he did. When asked about his name, he stated he didn't know his name. They assumed amnesia but he answered all the other questions with ease. Someone assumed he didn't have a name. Someone else joked he must have been the grim reaper's kid and that's how he survived. Everyone just calls him Grim now.
Extra: He's the only one allowed close to Max when Max is having one of his psychotic outbursts.
Name: Stitches
Age: Unknown
Gender: Male
Species: Half zombie
Appearance:
Reasons for being in the asylum: Insanity, schizophrenia, cannibalism
Levels of security: maximum security
Bio: He was found in an abandoned, rickety, old mansion that was filled with odd science equipment. When he was discovered in the basement, the explorers who found him thought he was dead because of how still he was, the fact he was covered in blood and the fact he was without a pulse. He ended up snapping the neck and eating one of the three explorers which gave the other two the chance to call the cops which caused him to be restrained and dragged off to the Blood Moon Asylum. When he arrived, he refused to give any info except for his nickname that his creator called him which is Stitches.
Extra: He hides his stitching under bandages and clothes. Also he prefers to either snap a person's neck of dismember them piece by piece.
Name: Kane Morgan
Age: Unknown but assumed to be late teens to early adult
Gender: Male
Species: Demon
Appearance:
Reasons for being in asylum: Insanity, schizophrenia
Level of security: Maximum security
Bio: He was found standing in a circle of 7 heavily mutilated corpses. When brought to the asylum, he refused to answer questions about his past and age and only told his name. His eyes were bandaged over but he could see perfectly fine through the bandages.
Extra: He never takes off the bandages. Those who have seen under his bandages had reports horrific nightmares, interestingly enough.
Name: Lucifer Forrest
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Species: Unknown
Appearance:
Bio: A mostly quiet, calm yet twisted doctor. He is known to work with and "help" Grim. He is also known to be a bit manipulative.
Extra: He's rather friendly despite and lets patients, guard and other doctors call him Lucifer instead of Dr. Forrest. He does hate being called Luci however.
Name: Vincent Smith
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Appearance:
Reasons for being in the Asylum: Impulsive, self-harm, anti-social
Level of security: Low
Bio: Vincent was brought in by both his parents for stitching his mouth shut. He explained with a pen and paper that he stitched his mouth shut to avoid his urge to answer people's questions about his tinkering. He did realize that it was an impulsive decision but has stated he didn't regret it.
Extra: Sometimes he cries blood and is "too lazy" to wipe it off. He also likes wearing fake bat wings.
Name: Briar
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Species: Hybrid experiment
Appearance:
Reasons for being in asylum: Attachment issues, anxiety, insanity
Level of security: Low to medium
Bio: Sent to the asylum after a fifth murder case he was supposedly linked to. He kept making the same claims about what happened. He kept saying he never wants to be abandoned and that they can't abandon them if they are just memories.
Name: Alucard Collins
Age: 290
Gender: Male
Species: Fallen Angel
Appearance:
Role: Scientist
Bio: A supposedly emotionless scientist who is calm, quiet yet easily annoyed. He is known for experimenting on Briar and Stitches to find out how those two tick and work.
Extra: He off-handedly mentions that he used to be human and has attempted to make jokes involving poison. He also has had conversations to no one but refers to whoever he is speaking to as Michael. It's believed he might also be a bit of a vampire. His favorite color is blue.
Name: Cecil
Age: 110
Gender: Male
Species: Angel
Appearance:
Reasons for being in asylum: Anxiety, PTSD, Mute, Haphephobia, psychotic outbursts when touched
Level of security: Low
Bio: Was sent to the asylum after murdering an angel who constantly tortured him and attempting to murder angels who tried to comfort him. Doctors struggle to get through with him.
Extra: He's constantly between favorite colors of gold and dark blue.
Name: Salem Haywood
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Species: Vampire
Appearance:
Reasons for being in the asylum: Insanity, constant murder of guards and innocent people.
Level of security: Maximum in a padded cell
Bio: Not much is known about his past. No one knows if his given age is his real age.
Extra: Has to be kept away from other patients because he's a bit of a rat bastard.</s>
<|message|>Leo O'Leary
Leo frowns " no what do you want to do? "
Alec nods " I would have killed them too"</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Stitches took a few deep breaths, calming down. His cheeks were a bit pink when he realized he hugged Alec when crying. "Thanks for letting me just kinda vent and rant," Stitches said, smiling a bit.</s>
<|message|>I
Violet tilts her head holding back a obsessive comment. "Check on grim and max?" she suggested.</s>
<|message|>Leo O'Leary
Leo nodded " sure" he said and wrapped his arm around violet
Alec smiles " you're welcome and it's fine"</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Stitches looked down a bit, his cheeks still a shade of pink. He suddenly and unexpectedly kissed Alec for a second and pulled away, his cheeks now bright red.</s>
<|message|>I
Violet blushed and strokes his head as she walked around the halls.</s>
<|message|>Leo O'Leary
Leo smiles
Alec raises an eyebrow and gives him a kiss back " let's go.find my cousin"</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Stitches nodded, his cheeks still a bit red. He hopped up onto his feet and seemed rather happy again.
The door to Max's room was open and Grim's voice could be heard gently singing a lullaby from inside the room.</s>
<|message|>I
Violet followed a distant sound until she saw max. "Hey max!" she said waving as she placed a soft kiss on Leo's forehead.</s>
<|message|>Leo O'Leary
Leo smiles and walks in ignoring the voices in his head
Alec smiles and walks with stitches to find kane</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Grim jumped a bit and was holding Max close to him. "Oh hey guys," Grim said, weakly smiling. Max waved at the two, half-asleep.
Stitches has a wide, happy smile as he walked with Alec. He seemed not exactly his usual puppy-like says but pretty close.
Kane laid, stretched out in the courtyard and clearly relaxing.</s>
<|message|>I
Violet smiled and softly stroked Leo's hair. "Wanna go somewhere more quite?" she asleep Leo giving a soft smile.</s>
<|message|>Leo O'Leary
Leo nodded " sure"
Alec sees kane "hello!"</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Grim with and softly sang the lullaby again. Max was dozing off a bit and snuggled against Grim.
Stitches smiled, back in his puppy-like mood. "Hi Kane, what are you doing?" he asked, cheerfully.
Kane looked up and smirked. "Hey you two. I'm just laying out here because it's comfy," he said, calmly.</s>
<|message|>I
Violet guides Leo to a fairly dark, cold and quiet small area as she cuddled him stroking his hair.</s>
<|message|>Leo O'Leary
Leo smiles and cuddles back
Alec nods" sounds good kind if we join? "</s>
<|message|>I
Violet held him closely and gently held him. "Everything will be just fine." she replied.</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Kane nods, still relaxing before smirking a bit. "You guys didn't make any sort of messes in my room while I was out here, did you?" Kane asked with a bit of a smug smirk.
Stitches' cheeks turned bright red upon realizing what Kane was implying. He laid down in the courtyard near Kane, extremely flustered.</s>
<|message|>Leo O'Leary
Leo smiles softly and nods
Alec chuckles " not yet" he says and lays by Stitches</s>
<|message|>I
Violet closes her eyes and smiled satisfied with her life her then her stomach tended up and she opened her eyes. She ran to the closest bathroom and threw up in the toilet.</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Kane laughed loudly at Alec's response. "Come on spare my room from that stuff, it's already been through enough when I hate flirt with the guards and the guards were just done with me," he said between laughter.
Stitches' whole face was practically bright red and he was extremely flustered.</s>
<|message|>Leo O'Leary
Leo frowns and runs to violet " what's wrong? "
Alec laughs</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Stitches was blushing and clearly having a bit of a mental freak out. He covered his face with his hands, embarrassed.
Kane smirked, looking at Stitches and Alec before laying his head down and looking up at the sky.</s>
<|message|>I
Violet smiled faintly clenching her stomach. "Nothing I'm fine." she replied before throwing up again.</s>
<|message|>Leo O'Leary
Leo shakes his head " no you aren't "
Alec pats stitches</s>
<|message|>I
Violet washed up and changed. "I'm unsure I don't know what is wrong but it's fine." She replied.</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Stitches moved his hands away from his face and relaxed. He smiled gently at Alec.
Kane dozed off a bit while watching the sky.</s>
<|message|>Leo O'Leary
Leo frowns not really sure if she is fine
Alec smiles as well</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Stitches focused his attention to the skies and seemed to be much more relaxed then embarrassed now.
Kane yawned and turned onto his side to fall asleep.</s>
<|message|>I
Violet stood up and smiled. "Come on." She said.</s>
<|message|>Leo O'Leary
Leo smiles " yeah it is "
Alec yawns</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Stitches glances over at Alec, thinking about something. He yawned and stretched a bit before getting startled by a fairly tall shadow.
Lucifer spoke calmly, "Three max security patients out of their rooms and relaxing in the courtyard... and here I thought I had seen everything in this asylum." He chuckled rather amused and staring down the three.
Kane was completely unaware of Lucifer and still fast asleep.</s>
<|message|>I
Violet held his hand and lead him to the dinner hall. "Hungry?" she asked smiling.</s>
<|message|>Leo O'Leary
Alec looks at Lucifer " hello lucie" he says smiling
leo nods " a little " he says and looks nervous as he sees his hallucination are humans just food to an animal like you?</s>
<|message|>I
Violet hugged him and held his forehead to hers before placing a gentle kiss on it and leading him towards the line.</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Lucifer glared at Alec, annoyed. "You know I hate that nickname, Alec," he said, a hint of anger in that calm voice.
Stitches sat up and yawned a bit. "What brings you out here, doc?" he asked, looking up at Lucifer curiously.</s>
<|message|>Leo O'Leary
Leo smiles and follows her
Alec smiles and gets up " I know that's why I call you that "</s>
<|message|>I
Violet blushed and got their food and say down.</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Lucifer glared at Alec rather annoyed before take a deep breath. "To answer your question, Stitches, I'm looking for Grim because he's late," he said, still sounding annoyed.
Stitches perked up and stood up. "I think Grim is in Max's room, comforting Max... on our way to find Kane I overheard Grim's singing," he said, smiling</s>
<|message|>Leo O'Leary
Leo gets some food as well
Alec just smiles</s>
<|message|>I
Violet blushed and got their food and say down.Violet lays on Leo's lap and nibbled on some bread.</s>
| <|message|>Max Fuller
Lucifer smiled gently at Stitches. "Thank you, Stitches for informing me," he said, calmly. He glared at Alec again before walking off to go to Max's room.
Stitches snickers slightly at Lucifer's annoyance. "You went and pushed the doctor's buttons with a simple nickname," he said, snickering.</s> |
<|description|>Max Fuller
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Appearance:
Reasons for being in the asylum: Anxiety, depression, multiple suicide attempts, sudden psychotic outbursts
Level of security: Medium
Bio: While not much is known about his past, he has hinted at him being abused in his childhood. He was found by one of the Asylum's guards outside, unconscious and badly beaten. He has been brought in to get help and the asylum have been unable to find or contact his parents.
Name: Grim
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Species: Half Kitsune half supernatural being
Appearance:
Reasons for being in asylum: Anger issues, psychotic outbursts
Level of security: Medium
Bio: Grim was found badly scarred and shivering in the cold. Doctors were surprised he survived for as long as he did. When asked about his name, he stated he didn't know his name. They assumed amnesia but he answered all the other questions with ease. Someone assumed he didn't have a name. Someone else joked he must have been the grim reaper's kid and that's how he survived. Everyone just calls him Grim now.
Extra: He's the only one allowed close to Max when Max is having one of his psychotic outbursts.
Name: Stitches
Age: Unknown
Gender: Male
Species: Half zombie
Appearance:
Reasons for being in the asylum: Insanity, schizophrenia, cannibalism
Levels of security: maximum security
Bio: He was found in an abandoned, rickety, old mansion that was filled with odd science equipment. When he was discovered in the basement, the explorers who found him thought he was dead because of how still he was, the fact he was covered in blood and the fact he was without a pulse. He ended up snapping the neck and eating one of the three explorers which gave the other two the chance to call the cops which caused him to be restrained and dragged off to the Blood Moon Asylum. When he arrived, he refused to give any info except for his nickname that his creator called him which is Stitches.
Extra: He hides his stitching under bandages and clothes. Also he prefers to either snap a person's neck of dismember them piece by piece.
Name: Kane Morgan
Age: Unknown but assumed to be late teens to early adult
Gender: Male
Species: Demon
Appearance:
Reasons for being in asylum: Insanity, schizophrenia
Level of security: Maximum security
Bio: He was found standing in a circle of 7 heavily mutilated corpses. When brought to the asylum, he refused to answer questions about his past and age and only told his name. His eyes were bandaged over but he could see perfectly fine through the bandages.
Extra: He never takes off the bandages. Those who have seen under his bandages had reports horrific nightmares, interestingly enough.
Name: Lucifer Forrest
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Species: Unknown
Appearance:
Bio: A mostly quiet, calm yet twisted doctor. He is known to work with and "help" Grim. He is also known to be a bit manipulative.
Extra: He's rather friendly despite and lets patients, guard and other doctors call him Lucifer instead of Dr. Forrest. He does hate being called Luci however.
Name: Vincent Smith
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Appearance:
Reasons for being in the Asylum: Impulsive, self-harm, anti-social
Level of security: Low
Bio: Vincent was brought in by both his parents for stitching his mouth shut. He explained with a pen and paper that he stitched his mouth shut to avoid his urge to answer people's questions about his tinkering. He did realize that it was an impulsive decision but has stated he didn't regret it.
Extra: Sometimes he cries blood and is "too lazy" to wipe it off. He also likes wearing fake bat wings.
Name: Briar
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Species: Hybrid experiment
Appearance:
Reasons for being in asylum: Attachment issues, anxiety, insanity
Level of security: Low to medium
Bio: Sent to the asylum after a fifth murder case he was supposedly linked to. He kept making the same claims about what happened. He kept saying he never wants to be abandoned and that they can't abandon them if they are just memories.
Name: Alucard Collins
Age: 290
Gender: Male
Species: Fallen Angel
Appearance:
Role: Scientist
Bio: A supposedly emotionless scientist who is calm, quiet yet easily annoyed. He is known for experimenting on Briar and Stitches to find out how those two tick and work.
Extra: He off-handedly mentions that he used to be human and has attempted to make jokes involving poison. He also has had conversations to no one but refers to whoever he is speaking to as Michael. It's believed he might also be a bit of a vampire. His favorite color is blue.
Name: Cecil
Age: 110
Gender: Male
Species: Angel
Appearance:
Reasons for being in asylum: Anxiety, PTSD, Mute, Haphephobia, psychotic outbursts when touched
Level of security: Low
Bio: Was sent to the asylum after murdering an angel who constantly tortured him and attempting to murder angels who tried to comfort him. Doctors struggle to get through with him.
Extra: He's constantly between favorite colors of gold and dark blue.
Name: Salem Haywood
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Species: Vampire
Appearance:
Reasons for being in the asylum: Insanity, constant murder of guards and innocent people.
Level of security: Maximum in a padded cell
Bio: Not much is known about his past. No one knows if his given age is his real age.
Extra: Has to be kept away from other patients because he's a bit of a rat bastard.</s>
<|message|>Leo O'Leary
Alec laughs " it is my gift"
Leo smiles but keeps his eye on the hallucination</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Stitches chuckled. "What should we do now since Kane's fast asleep?" he asked, still chuckling.
Briar walked into the dining hall, a bit nervous before getting poked in the shoulder by Max. "Hey Briar are you okay?" Max asked, softly. Briar nodded gently.</s>
<|message|>I
Violet grasp his face and kisses his nose.</s>
<|message|>Leo O'Leary
Alec shrugs " no idea "
Leo smiles but is still focused on the hallucination</s>
<|message|>I
"Do you see it agin?" she asked him worried.</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Max noticed Leo and Violet and began to walk towards them. Briar spoke softly enough that only Max could really hear him, "A-are you going to abandon me?" Max sighed and responded to Briar's question, "I'm not abandoning you. I'm just going to check on some friends." Max's statement didn't calm Briar down.
Stitches made a slight hmm noise. "Ooh maybe we should see if there's any chaos around that we can join in on," he said, cheerfully.</s>
<|message|>I
Violet waved to the two smiling.</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Max waved back at Violet, smiling slightly. Briar on the other hand didn't even look at Violet. He stared at Max with an odd expression. "Please don't abandon me, Max, I don't want you to be only memories like the others," Briar said a bit louder then before.</s>
<|message|>I
Violet loudly asked. "Hey max who's the new kid?"</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Max smiled and replied, "His name is Briar. He seems to have taken a liking to me." Max took a few steps away from Briar and something sudden happened. Thorny vines had appeared and wrapped tightly around Max's neck suddenly. The vines were coming from Briar.</s>
<|message|>I
Violet nodded as her eyes widened in surprise before watching intently.</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Max gasped with his eyes widened in terror. Briar's expression was cold as the vines kept tightening around Max's throat.</s>
<|message|>I
Violet jumped up and walked towards the two before being stopped by her doctor as she backed up in disgust.</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Guards quickly subdued and sedated Briar and cut the vines. Max collapsed to his knees and pulled the vines off his neck. He gasped for air and held his throat gently.</s>
<|message|>I
Violet violently pushed the doctor to the ground he simply snickered as she ran to assist max.</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Max sighed, rubbing his neck. He looked at unconscious Briar being dragged off by the guards. Max moved his hands away from neck and revealing tons of small marks on it. "The one time I leave off my collar is the time I get strangled," he said, sighing. Grim came running into the dining hall and immediately went to Max.</s>
<|message|>I
Violet rushed up with grim and looked at him. "I'll go get medical supplies." She replied.</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Max looked up at Violet and sighed. "It's fine. It doesn't hurt that much and the wounds aren't bleeding," Max said, calmly. Grim seemed a bit frazzled. "But what just happened? I literally just came here after my session with Dr. Forrest," Grim asked, clearly worried.</s>
<|message|>I
Violet nodded still worridly staring at him.</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Max looked at Grim. "I was almost strangled by an experiment named Briar," Max explained. "The one who was being dragged off by guards?" Grim asked curiously. Max nodded gently.</s>
<|message|>I
Kistume nd kitsumae hypnotically seated down the hall stop at the guards who held Briar. "We'll take him to the infirmary." kistume told the guards as the complied to her request.
Kitsumae held briar and walked to the infirmary with her twin as they both tended to his wounds.
Violet smiled and sighed in relief.</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Grim snarled slightly. "Well Briar will have to pay for what he did. I don't care if it gets me chained up, muzzled, sedated or whatever. Briar will not get away with that safely," Grim said, annoyed. Max hugged Grim gently and buried his face in Grim's chest.
Briar opened his visible pure white eye and sat up. He sighed and stared at the cut vines that decorated his right arm. "They actually learned from my past," he said softly.</s>
<|message|>I
Violet smiled watching in awe.
The twins smiled and kistume held his arm decorated with vines. "So beautiful." she replied smiling in awe.
Kitsumae smiled and cleaned up the last of his wounds. "I hope you don't mind, we decided to patch you up." she said her voice soft and soothing.</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Briar smiled gently at the twins. "It's fine. I guess I have two new friends," he said softly. He gently put a hand to the rose in his eye, making sure it wasn't damaged from the guards subduing him.I
Grim sighed and pet Max's hair. "At least you're okay, Max," Grim said calmly, "And speaking of okay, is Leo doing okay?" Grim looked up at Violet slightly.</s>
<|message|>I
Violet shook her head. "He's seeing them again." She replied and stared at leo.
The twins smiled blushing softly before sitting next to him kitsumae getting caught in a book. Kitsume nodded and looked at him and at both his eyes her gaze shifted to her hands then back to briar.
"Of course you do if you ever thought you were alone your wrong we'll be by your side." She smiled and held his hand and her twin sister's.</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Briar smiled a bit wider. "So you two will never abandon me?" he asked, his pure white eye had a going of excitement and the rose covering his other eye seemed much perkier.
Grim sighed slightly. "I haven't been much better off honestly. I've been seeing hallucinations involving what I believe to be my father," Grim said, sorry returning to his voice.</s>
<|message|>I
Kistumae looked up from her book and nodded as did her sister the two smiling happily. "Of course we won't ever abandon you." they replied in unison.</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Briar smiled before laying back on the infirmary bed. He yawned a little before dozing off.</s>
<|message|>I
Kitsumae continued reading as her sister rested her head beside his legs and fell into slumber. Kitsumae stared up every once in a while to make sure the two were ok and she gently placed a kiss on both of their foreheads.
"Silly children." she giggled quietly to herself.</s>
<|message|>I
Violet walked back over to leo and hugged him.</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
There was something noticeable and crimson on Briar's skin under the rose but Briar kept sleeping unaffected.</s>
<|message|>I
Kitsumae got up from her seat and blushes pacing in front his medical bed. She ruffled her sister's hair as she began moving in her sleep.</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Briar adjusted and laid on his side in his sleep and blood began to drip from under the rose.</s>
<|message|>I
Kitsumae grabbed a swan quickly and carefully cleaned up the blood and tossed the remains used swabs in the trash then she say back down carefully watching him. Almost worried she held his hand and held her book in the other as she read still giving glances towards him.</s>
| <|message|>Max Fuller
Briar gently squeezed Kitsumae's hand in sleep and snuggles against his pillow a bit.</s> |
<|description|>Max Fuller
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Appearance:
Reasons for being in the asylum: Anxiety, depression, multiple suicide attempts, sudden psychotic outbursts
Level of security: Medium
Bio: While not much is known about his past, he has hinted at him being abused in his childhood. He was found by one of the Asylum's guards outside, unconscious and badly beaten. He has been brought in to get help and the asylum have been unable to find or contact his parents.
Name: Grim
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Species: Half Kitsune half supernatural being
Appearance:
Reasons for being in asylum: Anger issues, psychotic outbursts
Level of security: Medium
Bio: Grim was found badly scarred and shivering in the cold. Doctors were surprised he survived for as long as he did. When asked about his name, he stated he didn't know his name. They assumed amnesia but he answered all the other questions with ease. Someone assumed he didn't have a name. Someone else joked he must have been the grim reaper's kid and that's how he survived. Everyone just calls him Grim now.
Extra: He's the only one allowed close to Max when Max is having one of his psychotic outbursts.
Name: Stitches
Age: Unknown
Gender: Male
Species: Half zombie
Appearance:
Reasons for being in the asylum: Insanity, schizophrenia, cannibalism
Levels of security: maximum security
Bio: He was found in an abandoned, rickety, old mansion that was filled with odd science equipment. When he was discovered in the basement, the explorers who found him thought he was dead because of how still he was, the fact he was covered in blood and the fact he was without a pulse. He ended up snapping the neck and eating one of the three explorers which gave the other two the chance to call the cops which caused him to be restrained and dragged off to the Blood Moon Asylum. When he arrived, he refused to give any info except for his nickname that his creator called him which is Stitches.
Extra: He hides his stitching under bandages and clothes. Also he prefers to either snap a person's neck of dismember them piece by piece.
Name: Kane Morgan
Age: Unknown but assumed to be late teens to early adult
Gender: Male
Species: Demon
Appearance:
Reasons for being in asylum: Insanity, schizophrenia
Level of security: Maximum security
Bio: He was found standing in a circle of 7 heavily mutilated corpses. When brought to the asylum, he refused to answer questions about his past and age and only told his name. His eyes were bandaged over but he could see perfectly fine through the bandages.
Extra: He never takes off the bandages. Those who have seen under his bandages had reports horrific nightmares, interestingly enough.
Name: Lucifer Forrest
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Species: Unknown
Appearance:
Bio: A mostly quiet, calm yet twisted doctor. He is known to work with and "help" Grim. He is also known to be a bit manipulative.
Extra: He's rather friendly despite and lets patients, guard and other doctors call him Lucifer instead of Dr. Forrest. He does hate being called Luci however.
Name: Vincent Smith
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Appearance:
Reasons for being in the Asylum: Impulsive, self-harm, anti-social
Level of security: Low
Bio: Vincent was brought in by both his parents for stitching his mouth shut. He explained with a pen and paper that he stitched his mouth shut to avoid his urge to answer people's questions about his tinkering. He did realize that it was an impulsive decision but has stated he didn't regret it.
Extra: Sometimes he cries blood and is "too lazy" to wipe it off. He also likes wearing fake bat wings.
Name: Briar
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Species: Hybrid experiment
Appearance:
Reasons for being in asylum: Attachment issues, anxiety, insanity
Level of security: Low to medium
Bio: Sent to the asylum after a fifth murder case he was supposedly linked to. He kept making the same claims about what happened. He kept saying he never wants to be abandoned and that they can't abandon them if they are just memories.
Name: Alucard Collins
Age: 290
Gender: Male
Species: Fallen Angel
Appearance:
Role: Scientist
Bio: A supposedly emotionless scientist who is calm, quiet yet easily annoyed. He is known for experimenting on Briar and Stitches to find out how those two tick and work.
Extra: He off-handedly mentions that he used to be human and has attempted to make jokes involving poison. He also has had conversations to no one but refers to whoever he is speaking to as Michael. It's believed he might also be a bit of a vampire. His favorite color is blue.
Name: Cecil
Age: 110
Gender: Male
Species: Angel
Appearance:
Reasons for being in asylum: Anxiety, PTSD, Mute, Haphephobia, psychotic outbursts when touched
Level of security: Low
Bio: Was sent to the asylum after murdering an angel who constantly tortured him and attempting to murder angels who tried to comfort him. Doctors struggle to get through with him.
Extra: He's constantly between favorite colors of gold and dark blue.
Name: Salem Haywood
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Species: Vampire
Appearance:
Reasons for being in the asylum: Insanity, constant murder of guards and innocent people.
Level of security: Maximum in a padded cell
Bio: Not much is known about his past. No one knows if his given age is his real age.
Extra: Has to be kept away from other patients because he's a bit of a rat bastard.</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Grim sighed and carried Max over to the table Violet and Leo were at. He gently pet Max's hair when he sat down as Max snuggled against Grim.
Briar smiled gently in his sleep, carefully holding Kitsumae's hand</s>
<|message|>I
Violet smiled and held Leo's hand.
Kitsumae blushed and smiled as she ruffled his hair and leaned on his shoulder.</s>
<|message|>Leo O'Leary
Leo smiles but eyes the hallucination out of the corner of his eye
Alec yawns</s>
<|message|>I
Violet strokes his hair softly and hugged him.</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Grim smiled softly at Max, who was dozing off while snuggling against Grim. "It's so weird how fast Max can change from worried to calm... I do kind of wonder if the way his home life was caused his emotions to be this way," Grim said gently.
Stitches looked up at the sky and made another hmmm noise. "Maybe we could see if we missed something interesting," he said. He smiled and blushed slightly before quickly shaking his head.</s>
<|message|>Leo O'Leary
Alec shrugs " sure why not "
Leo gets up and walks to the hallucination</s>
<|message|>I
Violet giggled at his response and walked behind Leo carefully trying to not scare or bother him.
Kitsumae gently got up from the hospital bed and tapped a nearby nurse and asked if she could run and get snacks for all three of them. The nurse complied and kistumae returned to her seat holding Briars hand once more as her sister moved slightly in her sleep again.</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Stitches' cheeks were a bit pink from one of the ideas he had. "Well, let's go and find out," he said excitedly before practically skipping towards the dining hall.
Grim noticed Leo get up and sighed. "I hope Leo doesn't end up having a breakdown," Grim said, quietly. Max curled up against Grim in a fairly cat-like fashion.</s>
<|message|>I
Violet shook her head at grim. "Don't worry I got this." She replied softly.</s>
<|message|>Leo O'Leary
Leo growls at the hallucination
Alec nods " ok" he follows</s>
<|message|>I
Violet slowly holds his arm.</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Grim tenses up a bit, watching. He pulled Max a bit closer to his chest.
Stitches peered into the dining hall and immediately noticed Leo growling at nothing. "Ooh we might have just found a wolf on the verge of a breakdown," he said, with a bit of a smirk.</s>
<|message|>Leo O'Leary
Alec smiles " ooooh"
Leo moves his arm as his features flitter between wolfish and human</s>
<|message|>I
Violet hugs him gently.
Kistumae shook both her sister and briar as she held their snacks in next to the bed behind her. "Wake up sleepy heads." she said smiling.</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Briar mumbled half asleep, "Do I have to?" His pure white eye was glistening in the light.
Stitches approached a bit reluctantly noticing Leo's features but he seemed to be planning to try and make it worse.
Grim grabbed Stitches by the back of his shirt, his ears pressed flat against his head. He muttered something under his breathe that only Stitches could hear but it causes Stitches to flinch.</s>
<|message|>I
Kistumae giggled a bit before smiling. "Yes you do so does kistume." She replied and slapped the back of her sister's head.
"Och! Jeez can you be more gentle?" she complained then smelled the snacks and bolted straight up before resting her eyes on the nurse.
"No don't not right now, and you be lucky I like you or I'd do the same thing to you." she smiled.
Violet got in a defensive position to protect leo.</s>
<|message|>Leo O'Leary
Alec just smiles
Leo pushes violet aside and growls at a guard who he now thinks is his hallucination</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Briar sits up, yawning. He smiled gently at Kitsumae.
Stitches glared at Grim before sighing and slapping Grim's hand away. He sat down to watch chaos unfold.
Grim held Max closer, getting a bit protective of Max.</s>
<|message|>I
Violet leaped in front of him. "Leo calm." She replied in a soothing voice pressing her palms against his chest.</s>
<|message|>I
Outsmart smiled blushing and hands them their snacks and took a chip eating it.</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Briar happily ate his snacks, his cat tail swishing happily.
Grim kept nervously watching Violet and Leo and seemed to be trembling a bit. Max felt Grim trembling and tightly hugged him before dozing off again.
Stitches perked up, extremely intrigued on if Violet will end up calming Leo down.</s>
<|message|>I
Kistumae noticed his tail and smiled as her sister nudged her and giggled handing her a cupcake which she turned down. "Have more interest in me, I know you like sweet things plus chips make you thirsty." Kitsume replied playfully winked then giggled.
"Your such a weirdo!" she blushed and turned away from her sister.</s>
<|message|>Leo O'Leary
Leo begins to turn into wolf form
Alec watches with interest</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Stitches smirked slightly, clearly interesting.
Grim held Max close, rather worried. Grim seemed ready to protect Max if he needed to.
Briar stifled a slight snicker and kept eating his snacks, watching the twins be goofy.</s>
<|message|>I
Violet hugged Leo stroking his fur.
Kitsumae shoved her sister's fav away tesingly. "The agony of not being loved." her sister acted as if struck in the heart.
"Oh please, you love pain more than love kinky." kistumae giggled. "Don't you agree briar?"</s>
<|message|>Leo O'Leary
Leo breaks free and attacks the guards
Alec takes that as his que and also kills guards</s>
<|message|>I
"LEO!!" Violet ran after him trying to hold him back.</s>
<|message|>I
Kitsumae heard a faint tell of a female voice but she ignored it and smiled blushing at briar.</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Briar held back snickers and covered his mouth. "I've already choked on a few other things before, I don't want to end up choking on food as well," he said between snickers.
Stitches smirked, getting up and running to attack one of the guards. He quickly kicked the guard to the ground, grabbing one of the guard's arms and started tearing it off.
Grim held Max close and started to back away nervously, not wanting to get Max hurt.</s>
<|message|>Leo O'Leary
Leo kills multiple guards
Alec yawns</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Stitches grinned and seemed to be enjoying the pain of the guard he was slowly dismembering. He laughed psychotically as he kept tugging the guard's arms.
Grim was in a defensive mode, ready to attack anyone who tried to attack Max or him.
Briar's ears pricked up a bit, clearly trying to listen and decipher where the commotion is coming from.</s>
<|message|>I
Violet pins him to the ground in a protective manner. "Leo look at me." She said softly.
Kistumae and her twin laughed ignoring the noise not wanting to get stuck in cross fire.</s>
<|message|>Leo O'Leary
Leo tears himself from violets grasp and speeds down the hallway jumping on a guard and tearing out his throat
Alec causes some guards to fight each other to the death</s>
| <|message|>Max Fuller
Stitches suddenly got subdued and was rather aggressive this time around. "Aww come on! I was just having a bit of fun! I wasn't going to kill him, just have him die of blood loss!" he shouted with a sadistic grin.
Max and Grim watched from a distance, extremely worried.
Briar's ears immediately pricked up, hearing Stitches shouting but decided to ignore it.</s> |
<|description|>Max Fuller
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Appearance:
Reasons for being in the asylum: Anxiety, depression, multiple suicide attempts, sudden psychotic outbursts
Level of security: Medium
Bio: While not much is known about his past, he has hinted at him being abused in his childhood. He was found by one of the Asylum's guards outside, unconscious and badly beaten. He has been brought in to get help and the asylum have been unable to find or contact his parents.
Name: Grim
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Species: Half Kitsune half supernatural being
Appearance:
Reasons for being in asylum: Anger issues, psychotic outbursts
Level of security: Medium
Bio: Grim was found badly scarred and shivering in the cold. Doctors were surprised he survived for as long as he did. When asked about his name, he stated he didn't know his name. They assumed amnesia but he answered all the other questions with ease. Someone assumed he didn't have a name. Someone else joked he must have been the grim reaper's kid and that's how he survived. Everyone just calls him Grim now.
Extra: He's the only one allowed close to Max when Max is having one of his psychotic outbursts.
Name: Stitches
Age: Unknown
Gender: Male
Species: Half zombie
Appearance:
Reasons for being in the asylum: Insanity, schizophrenia, cannibalism
Levels of security: maximum security
Bio: He was found in an abandoned, rickety, old mansion that was filled with odd science equipment. When he was discovered in the basement, the explorers who found him thought he was dead because of how still he was, the fact he was covered in blood and the fact he was without a pulse. He ended up snapping the neck and eating one of the three explorers which gave the other two the chance to call the cops which caused him to be restrained and dragged off to the Blood Moon Asylum. When he arrived, he refused to give any info except for his nickname that his creator called him which is Stitches.
Extra: He hides his stitching under bandages and clothes. Also he prefers to either snap a person's neck of dismember them piece by piece.
Name: Kane Morgan
Age: Unknown but assumed to be late teens to early adult
Gender: Male
Species: Demon
Appearance:
Reasons for being in asylum: Insanity, schizophrenia
Level of security: Maximum security
Bio: He was found standing in a circle of 7 heavily mutilated corpses. When brought to the asylum, he refused to answer questions about his past and age and only told his name. His eyes were bandaged over but he could see perfectly fine through the bandages.
Extra: He never takes off the bandages. Those who have seen under his bandages had reports horrific nightmares, interestingly enough.
Name: Lucifer Forrest
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Species: Unknown
Appearance:
Bio: A mostly quiet, calm yet twisted doctor. He is known to work with and "help" Grim. He is also known to be a bit manipulative.
Extra: He's rather friendly despite and lets patients, guard and other doctors call him Lucifer instead of Dr. Forrest. He does hate being called Luci however.
Name: Vincent Smith
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Appearance:
Reasons for being in the Asylum: Impulsive, self-harm, anti-social
Level of security: Low
Bio: Vincent was brought in by both his parents for stitching his mouth shut. He explained with a pen and paper that he stitched his mouth shut to avoid his urge to answer people's questions about his tinkering. He did realize that it was an impulsive decision but has stated he didn't regret it.
Extra: Sometimes he cries blood and is "too lazy" to wipe it off. He also likes wearing fake bat wings.
Name: Briar
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Species: Hybrid experiment
Appearance:
Reasons for being in asylum: Attachment issues, anxiety, insanity
Level of security: Low to medium
Bio: Sent to the asylum after a fifth murder case he was supposedly linked to. He kept making the same claims about what happened. He kept saying he never wants to be abandoned and that they can't abandon them if they are just memories.
Name: Alucard Collins
Age: 290
Gender: Male
Species: Fallen Angel
Appearance:
Role: Scientist
Bio: A supposedly emotionless scientist who is calm, quiet yet easily annoyed. He is known for experimenting on Briar and Stitches to find out how those two tick and work.
Extra: He off-handedly mentions that he used to be human and has attempted to make jokes involving poison. He also has had conversations to no one but refers to whoever he is speaking to as Michael. It's believed he might also be a bit of a vampire. His favorite color is blue.
Name: Cecil
Age: 110
Gender: Male
Species: Angel
Appearance:
Reasons for being in asylum: Anxiety, PTSD, Mute, Haphephobia, psychotic outbursts when touched
Level of security: Low
Bio: Was sent to the asylum after murdering an angel who constantly tortured him and attempting to murder angels who tried to comfort him. Doctors struggle to get through with him.
Extra: He's constantly between favorite colors of gold and dark blue.
Name: Salem Haywood
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Species: Vampire
Appearance:
Reasons for being in the asylum: Insanity, constant murder of guards and innocent people.
Level of security: Maximum in a padded cell
Bio: Not much is known about his past. No one knows if his given age is his real age.
Extra: Has to be kept away from other patients because he's a bit of a rat bastard.</s>
<|message|>Leo O'Leary
Leo sped down quickly losing violet as he killed guards in his wake
Alec also gets subdued</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Briar smiled, getting up and gently squeezing Kitsumae's hand. "It's quite alright, I have learned well to not question things after being in various experiment facilities that have thousands of new beings created daily," he said smiling.
Stitches quickly got sedated as the guards were fed up with Stitches and his fighting.</s>
<|message|>I
Violet stopped momentarily to catch her breath before catching up to Leo and run I've read corpse in her wake.
Kitsumae smiled and gently looked towards briar and held his hand. "I don't want to leave you here alone so come with us but please don't watch us eat." She said warning and then smiled hugging him as did her sister.</s>
<|message|>Leo O'Leary
Leo had gotten subdued and muzzled then throne in his room with the door locked and multiple guards stationed
Alec was thrown in his room as well</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Briar smiled slightly. "Don't worry... I honestly might end up getting hurt by one of Max's friend because of what I did and I'll have deserved it," he said calmly.
Alucard stopped the guards holding Stitches and spoke calmly and coldly, "I'll take Stitches. I need to do a few experiments with him." The guards obliged, handing Stitches to Alucard and Alucard carried him away.</s>
<|message|>I
Violet raced to Leo's cell and knocked heavily on it. "LEO?!" she yelled.
Kistumae shook her head and looked towards her sister. "No we won't let them hurt you." the have him a deafening glance. Then they smiled and led him down the hall to the corpse.</s>
<|message|>Leo O'Leary
The guards push violet back
Alec is drugged</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Briar shrugs. "If it's that kitsune guy then I'd be afraid for you two trying to stop him. He gets scary when he's angry and he cares for Max so... in his eyes and honestly in my own eyes, I deserve it," he says calmly.
Alucard soon brings Stitches back to his room, slightly annoyed about no new discoveries.</s>
<|message|>I
Kitsumae nervously laughed and her sister smiled. "Maybe so but we have had much greater opponents." They replied.
Violet punched a guard in the face and ripped skin off the other guards neck.</s>
<|message|>Leo O'Leary
The guards tazer violet and drag her away from Leo's cell
Alec yawns</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Briar sighed, "I wouldn't risk it. He did once attempt to dismember someone who threatened Max. Besides like I said, I deserve it. You guys can just take me back to the infirmary or something, even though the nurse would probably be a bit annoyed."
Stitches groaned as he got chained back up. He softly muttered something about Alec.</s>
<|message|>I
Violet yelped in pain before passing out and waking up in chains within her cell. She just curled up and wiped astray tears.
Kistume snickered. "If she she's even still here." she whispered softly.
Kitsumae elbowed her and cupped his face. "You don't deserve it briar, it was because of how you are we all have issues but still doesn't mean you deserve it." she said blushing then taking her hands away and standing elegantly before him.</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Briar shrugs slightly. "I was being a bit of an ungrateful brat if I'm being honest... Max didn't even need to be friends with me but he was. I guess I just can't handle seeing friends with other people. So yes I do deserve it," he said. Briar seemed a bit sorrowful and looked down. "I was an ungrateful idiot who hurt someone who agreed to be my friend."</s>
<|message|>I
Kitsumae shook her head and frowned placing her hand on his and kneeling down before him. "Briar your not ungrateful, your so sweet and kind don't blame your for such a reason and anyway we're here for you." she pointed towards her sister who smiled giving a sharp tooth grin. Kitsumae bowed her head to him and gently kisses his hand.</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Briar smiled slightly before sighing. "I still don't want you two to get hurt... I seriously wouldn't risk you two provoking Grim. He just has this odd aura around him that's cold," he said calmly.</s>
<|message|>I
They both nodded and smiled hold his hands and drinking him into the hall.</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Briar gently squeezed the twins' hands and followed behind, tripping over his own feet a bit.</s>
<|message|>I
Kitsumae picked him up and covered his eyes as her sister fed on the nearby guards. "It's going to be ok briar." she softly kisses his head.</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Briar slightly nuzzled against Kitsumae. He smiled gently and felt rather calm.</s>
<|message|>I
Kitsumae blushed and smiled holding his body and she rocked hi! Slightly.</s>
<|message|>Leo O'Leary
Leo came to and looked around in his cell
Alec mused on another escape plan</s>
<|message|>I
Violet looked around her cell in despair as she began to gag. Then they her doctor came i a smirk on his face.
"Hello vi, close the doors and lock them." he ordered to the guards.
"Hello doc." she replied faking a smile.
"I hate to see you like this but it's so cute." he walked closer and tilted her chin up but she shook her head from his hands.</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Briar slightly dozed off in Kitsumae's arms.
Stitches looked down, his silvery eyes appeared clouded over. He ignored the guards trying to talk to him.</s>
<|message|>I
Kitsumae smiled and looked at him briefly then walked towards her sister who offered a guards hand to eat but she denied. "He's so cute when he sleeps." she whispered to her twin who replied with a quiet gigglw.</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Briar softly purrs in his sleep. He looked really peaceful.</s>
<|message|>I
Kitsumae gently placed his face over her shoulder and arms around her neck as she stroked his hair smiling. Her twin kisses briar on his cheek softly.</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
His sleepy purrs grew louder and he opened his pure white eye slightly. He yawned before dozing off again.</s>
<|message|>I
The twins giggled softly staring at him in awe. "So cute." They quietly said in unison.</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Briar smiled softly in his sleep and kept purring happily.
Cecil stated at the twins from afar, a bit curious of the two.</s>
<|message|>I
Kitsumae rubbed his back gently and slowly walked holding briar gently in her arms. "Lets go to the dinning hall." she whispered to her sister.
"Sounds good." she replied and tilted her head and saw a guy from afar and curiously stared.</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Briar's tail swished slightly in his sleep as he kept happily purring.
Cecil flinched upon realizing Kitsume was staring back and hid slightly.</s>
<|message|>I
Kitsume giggled a bit and waved politely and giving a smile then she turned to her sister and briar and smiled them looked back at the guy. Kitsumae ignored her glance and let briars head resting her head slightly on his.</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Briar kept sleeping peacefully and gently held onto Kitsumae.
Cecil nervously peeked out at Kitsume again, his blood-stained wings a bit noticeable now.</s>
<|message|>I
Kitsume looked startled but then her face softened and she drew closer but cautiously.
Kitsumae smiled and held him closer giving his head a kiss.</s>
| <|message|>Max Fuller
Cecil reluctantly came out of peeking and hiding to reveal both of his blood stained wings and the bandages on his neck and cheek. He seemed a bit nervous about Kitsume.
Briar yawned, waking up a bit but was still fairly sleepy.</s> |
<|description|>Max Fuller
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Appearance:
Reasons for being in the asylum: Anxiety, depression, multiple suicide attempts, sudden psychotic outbursts
Level of security: Medium
Bio: While not much is known about his past, he has hinted at him being abused in his childhood. He was found by one of the Asylum's guards outside, unconscious and badly beaten. He has been brought in to get help and the asylum have been unable to find or contact his parents.
Name: Grim
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Species: Half Kitsune half supernatural being
Appearance:
Reasons for being in asylum: Anger issues, psychotic outbursts
Level of security: Medium
Bio: Grim was found badly scarred and shivering in the cold. Doctors were surprised he survived for as long as he did. When asked about his name, he stated he didn't know his name. They assumed amnesia but he answered all the other questions with ease. Someone assumed he didn't have a name. Someone else joked he must have been the grim reaper's kid and that's how he survived. Everyone just calls him Grim now.
Extra: He's the only one allowed close to Max when Max is having one of his psychotic outbursts.
Name: Stitches
Age: Unknown
Gender: Male
Species: Half zombie
Appearance:
Reasons for being in the asylum: Insanity, schizophrenia, cannibalism
Levels of security: maximum security
Bio: He was found in an abandoned, rickety, old mansion that was filled with odd science equipment. When he was discovered in the basement, the explorers who found him thought he was dead because of how still he was, the fact he was covered in blood and the fact he was without a pulse. He ended up snapping the neck and eating one of the three explorers which gave the other two the chance to call the cops which caused him to be restrained and dragged off to the Blood Moon Asylum. When he arrived, he refused to give any info except for his nickname that his creator called him which is Stitches.
Extra: He hides his stitching under bandages and clothes. Also he prefers to either snap a person's neck of dismember them piece by piece.
Name: Kane Morgan
Age: Unknown but assumed to be late teens to early adult
Gender: Male
Species: Demon
Appearance:
Reasons for being in asylum: Insanity, schizophrenia
Level of security: Maximum security
Bio: He was found standing in a circle of 7 heavily mutilated corpses. When brought to the asylum, he refused to answer questions about his past and age and only told his name. His eyes were bandaged over but he could see perfectly fine through the bandages.
Extra: He never takes off the bandages. Those who have seen under his bandages had reports horrific nightmares, interestingly enough.
Name: Lucifer Forrest
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Species: Unknown
Appearance:
Bio: A mostly quiet, calm yet twisted doctor. He is known to work with and "help" Grim. He is also known to be a bit manipulative.
Extra: He's rather friendly despite and lets patients, guard and other doctors call him Lucifer instead of Dr. Forrest. He does hate being called Luci however.
Name: Vincent Smith
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Appearance:
Reasons for being in the Asylum: Impulsive, self-harm, anti-social
Level of security: Low
Bio: Vincent was brought in by both his parents for stitching his mouth shut. He explained with a pen and paper that he stitched his mouth shut to avoid his urge to answer people's questions about his tinkering. He did realize that it was an impulsive decision but has stated he didn't regret it.
Extra: Sometimes he cries blood and is "too lazy" to wipe it off. He also likes wearing fake bat wings.
Name: Briar
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Species: Hybrid experiment
Appearance:
Reasons for being in asylum: Attachment issues, anxiety, insanity
Level of security: Low to medium
Bio: Sent to the asylum after a fifth murder case he was supposedly linked to. He kept making the same claims about what happened. He kept saying he never wants to be abandoned and that they can't abandon them if they are just memories.
Name: Alucard Collins
Age: 290
Gender: Male
Species: Fallen Angel
Appearance:
Role: Scientist
Bio: A supposedly emotionless scientist who is calm, quiet yet easily annoyed. He is known for experimenting on Briar and Stitches to find out how those two tick and work.
Extra: He off-handedly mentions that he used to be human and has attempted to make jokes involving poison. He also has had conversations to no one but refers to whoever he is speaking to as Michael. It's believed he might also be a bit of a vampire. His favorite color is blue.
Name: Cecil
Age: 110
Gender: Male
Species: Angel
Appearance:
Reasons for being in asylum: Anxiety, PTSD, Mute, Haphephobia, psychotic outbursts when touched
Level of security: Low
Bio: Was sent to the asylum after murdering an angel who constantly tortured him and attempting to murder angels who tried to comfort him. Doctors struggle to get through with him.
Extra: He's constantly between favorite colors of gold and dark blue.
Name: Salem Haywood
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Species: Vampire
Appearance:
Reasons for being in the asylum: Insanity, constant murder of guards and innocent people.
Level of security: Maximum in a padded cell
Bio: Not much is known about his past. No one knows if his given age is his real age.
Extra: Has to be kept away from other patients because he's a bit of a rat bastard.</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Cecil quickly scribbled his name down on a notepad he always had and showed it to Kitsume. He seemed a bit on edge about everything.
Briar happily purred, extremely relaxed and calm.</s>
<|message|>I
"That's such a nice name, it's nice to meet you Cecil." she softly to and sat crisscrossed.
Kitsumae passed the two from afar. "See you in the dinning hall sis." she replied and giggled patting briars head.</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Cecil smiled gently and scribbled on the paper 'Nice to meet you too.' He seemed a bit calmer now but still fairly on edge.</s>
<|message|>I
"Do you want to come to the dinning hall with me?" she asked and smiled as her sister and briar disappeared into the hallway.</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Cecil was a bit nervous but nodded slightly.</s>
<|message|>Leo O'Leary
Leo was eventually escorted out and taken to the cafeteria
Alec sat in his cell</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Grim sighed and held tightly onto Max, a bit scared to let go of him.
Briar happily purred and didn't really notice Max and Grim.</s>
<|message|>I
Violet whimpered as the doctor drew closer and her back pressed against the wall.
"Why do you love him and not me?" he asked calmly and kneeled down.
"Because I love leo!" she screamed.
Kitsume walked a few paces and waited for him to follow and she smiled softly.
Kitsumae giggled and ruffled briars hair. "So cute, we're going to eat." She replied smiling.</s>
<|message|>Leo O'Leary
Leo's ears twitched as he heard his name
Alec yawned boredly</s>
<|message|>I
Violet winced at the touch of the doctor as he traced a hand to her throat.
"We're meant for each other, I love you and your body how it felt." he smiled sadicically and choked her softly.
"You....y-you..you were the guy." she said her voice rasp as tears rolled down her cheeks.</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Grim noticed Briar and immediately started glaring at him. Max nervously grabbed into Grim to try and keep him calm.
Briar nuzzled Kitsumae slightly and smiled.
Cecil nervously followed behind Kitsume with a slight smile.</s>
<|message|>I
Kitsume giggled. "You don't have to be nervous, I won't hurt you." she looked back and smiled. "But two as much time as you need to get used to me." she walked forward.
Kitsumae giggled and rested her head on his neck. "I will protect you." she voiced quietly.
Violet stretched the floor. "You raped me!!!" she screamed and kicked his stomach but he blocked.
"No,no no I merely have my love to you, you asked me too." he smiled and stroked her leg.
"No I did not!" she tried to break her leg free of his grasp.</s>
<|message|>Leo O'Leary
Leo heard violets screams and broke free from the guards and ran into her room, tackling the doctor
Alec sees Leo run pass" interesting "</s>
<|message|>I
Kito shoved him off him and placed a teleportation spell and slammed violets cell door shut.
"Violet you will love me!! And as for your mangy dog lover he will be out of the picture soon!" he replied angrily and walked down to the lobby exiting for the day.
Violet backed away and shivered slightly but smiled. "Thanks leo."</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Briar sighed slightly, "I don't want you two to fight him though. He's scary... it always seems like death follows him everywhere."
Cecil followed Kitsume and scribbled something on his page of paper. He then showed it to Kitsume, 'I just keep because I don't like human contact... it's been a scary thing since the incident...'
Stitches mumbled something quietly about Alec but it was unclear what was said.</s>
<|message|>I
Kitsumae smile and nodded. "I'll be fine I can regenerate plus if it's to protect you I won't go down without a fight." she gave a grin.
Kitsume stopped and kneels down nodding. "It's ok, I understand don't push it if your uncomfortable with human contact." she smiled and tilted her head in slight curiosity. "And what incident of you don't mind me asking?"</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Grim glared at Briar before leaving the dining hall with Max.
Briar nuzzled Kitsumae slightly and sighed softly. "Thank god he's leaving," he said quietly.
Cecil scribbled on the paper and showed Kitsume. Everything he just wrote was in a bit more of a shakey handwriting. 'I was tortured in multiple ways by an angel who told me he loved me. I don't speak because of him,' was written on the paper.</s>
<|message|>I
Kitsumae nodded in agreement and set him down but held his hand tightly. "Yeah I agree, come on let's get food." she smiled and walked towards the food line.
Kitsumae looked at him. "Is it ok?She asked and held her hand out as if asking permission for his.</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Briar nodded and smiled slightly. He followed Kitsumae to the food lines.
Cecil immediately recoiled in fear when Kitsume reached out to him and hid his hands in the sleeves of his sweater.</s>
<|message|>I
Kitsumae giggled and ruffled his hair and ordered food. "So cute." she smiled and held her tray.
Kitsumae took her hand back and bowed. "I apologize, I'm sorry I didn't mean to scare you." she looked up with a slight frown.</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Briar smiled and got his food. He seemed really relieved that Grim decided to back off because Kitsumae was there.
Cecil scribbled on his paper and showed it to her with a slight smile. 'It's okay, you just kinda forgot,' was written.</s>
<|message|>I
Kitsumae say down at an empty table and smiled. "I found a spot." she said grinning.
Kitsume shook her head. "No I was asking permission of it was okay to touch you but it fine I'll give you time." she smiled and got up.</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Briar sat next to Kitsumae and smiled. His tail swished slightly as he took a bite of his food.
Cecil jumped a bit and made a slight noise of realization. He quickly scribbled something on his page of paper, 'Weren't we going to the dining hall?'</s>
<|message|>I
Kitsumae giggled and pat his head taking a bite of her food and smiling.
Kitsume nodded and smiled. "Yes we are, how about we face there?" she suggested.</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Cecil nodded, smiling. He seemed a lot less nervous now.
Briar purred slightly while eating his food.</s>
<|message|>I
Kitsumae smiled and giggled finally finishing her food.
Kitsume ran fastly but not too fast so that Cecil could get ahead.</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Cecil excitedly ran to the dining hall and ended up slipping and falling once he reached it. He groaned slightly but was kinda amused with himself.
Briar purred finishing up his food before leaning against Kitsumae.</s>
<|message|>I
Kistume ran hurriedly after him and kneels down . "Need help getting up?" She asked.
Kitsumae smiled and stroked his hair kissing his head gently.</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Cecil saved his hand dismissively and stood up. His golden eyes had a slight glisten to them that wasn't there before. He had a second of contemplation before writing thank you on his page of paper.
Briar laid his head on Kitsumae's all and purred peacefully.</s>
<|message|>I
Kitsume smiled and put her hand behind her head bashfully. "Your welcome Cecil." she replied. "So you need any bandaids?" she asked inspecting his body for scratches or blood.
Kitsumae giggled and blushed giving into the moment she closed her eyes and smiked.</s>
| <|message|>Max Fuller
Cecil shook his head, still smiling. He seemed really amused with himself.
Briar purred and dozed off on Kitsumae's lap.</s> |
<|description|>Max Fuller
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Appearance:
Reasons for being in the asylum: Anxiety, depression, multiple suicide attempts, sudden psychotic outbursts
Level of security: Medium
Bio: While not much is known about his past, he has hinted at him being abused in his childhood. He was found by one of the Asylum's guards outside, unconscious and badly beaten. He has been brought in to get help and the asylum have been unable to find or contact his parents.
Name: Grim
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Species: Half Kitsune half supernatural being
Appearance:
Reasons for being in asylum: Anger issues, psychotic outbursts
Level of security: Medium
Bio: Grim was found badly scarred and shivering in the cold. Doctors were surprised he survived for as long as he did. When asked about his name, he stated he didn't know his name. They assumed amnesia but he answered all the other questions with ease. Someone assumed he didn't have a name. Someone else joked he must have been the grim reaper's kid and that's how he survived. Everyone just calls him Grim now.
Extra: He's the only one allowed close to Max when Max is having one of his psychotic outbursts.
Name: Stitches
Age: Unknown
Gender: Male
Species: Half zombie
Appearance:
Reasons for being in the asylum: Insanity, schizophrenia, cannibalism
Levels of security: maximum security
Bio: He was found in an abandoned, rickety, old mansion that was filled with odd science equipment. When he was discovered in the basement, the explorers who found him thought he was dead because of how still he was, the fact he was covered in blood and the fact he was without a pulse. He ended up snapping the neck and eating one of the three explorers which gave the other two the chance to call the cops which caused him to be restrained and dragged off to the Blood Moon Asylum. When he arrived, he refused to give any info except for his nickname that his creator called him which is Stitches.
Extra: He hides his stitching under bandages and clothes. Also he prefers to either snap a person's neck of dismember them piece by piece.
Name: Kane Morgan
Age: Unknown but assumed to be late teens to early adult
Gender: Male
Species: Demon
Appearance:
Reasons for being in asylum: Insanity, schizophrenia
Level of security: Maximum security
Bio: He was found standing in a circle of 7 heavily mutilated corpses. When brought to the asylum, he refused to answer questions about his past and age and only told his name. His eyes were bandaged over but he could see perfectly fine through the bandages.
Extra: He never takes off the bandages. Those who have seen under his bandages had reports horrific nightmares, interestingly enough.
Name: Lucifer Forrest
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Species: Unknown
Appearance:
Bio: A mostly quiet, calm yet twisted doctor. He is known to work with and "help" Grim. He is also known to be a bit manipulative.
Extra: He's rather friendly despite and lets patients, guard and other doctors call him Lucifer instead of Dr. Forrest. He does hate being called Luci however.
Name: Vincent Smith
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Appearance:
Reasons for being in the Asylum: Impulsive, self-harm, anti-social
Level of security: Low
Bio: Vincent was brought in by both his parents for stitching his mouth shut. He explained with a pen and paper that he stitched his mouth shut to avoid his urge to answer people's questions about his tinkering. He did realize that it was an impulsive decision but has stated he didn't regret it.
Extra: Sometimes he cries blood and is "too lazy" to wipe it off. He also likes wearing fake bat wings.
Name: Briar
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Species: Hybrid experiment
Appearance:
Reasons for being in asylum: Attachment issues, anxiety, insanity
Level of security: Low to medium
Bio: Sent to the asylum after a fifth murder case he was supposedly linked to. He kept making the same claims about what happened. He kept saying he never wants to be abandoned and that they can't abandon them if they are just memories.
Name: Alucard Collins
Age: 290
Gender: Male
Species: Fallen Angel
Appearance:
Role: Scientist
Bio: A supposedly emotionless scientist who is calm, quiet yet easily annoyed. He is known for experimenting on Briar and Stitches to find out how those two tick and work.
Extra: He off-handedly mentions that he used to be human and has attempted to make jokes involving poison. He also has had conversations to no one but refers to whoever he is speaking to as Michael. It's believed he might also be a bit of a vampire. His favorite color is blue.
Name: Cecil
Age: 110
Gender: Male
Species: Angel
Appearance:
Reasons for being in asylum: Anxiety, PTSD, Mute, Haphephobia, psychotic outbursts when touched
Level of security: Low
Bio: Was sent to the asylum after murdering an angel who constantly tortured him and attempting to murder angels who tried to comfort him. Doctors struggle to get through with him.
Extra: He's constantly between favorite colors of gold and dark blue.
Name: Salem Haywood
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Species: Vampire
Appearance:
Reasons for being in the asylum: Insanity, constant murder of guards and innocent people.
Level of security: Maximum in a padded cell
Bio: Not much is known about his past. No one knows if his given age is his real age.
Extra: Has to be kept away from other patients because he's a bit of a rat bastard.</s>
<|message|>I
Kitsumae nodded in agreement and set him down but held his hand tightly. "Yeah I agree, come on let's get food." she smiled and walked towards the food line.
Kitsumae looked at him. "Is it ok?She asked and held her hand out as if asking permission for his.</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Briar nodded and smiled slightly. He followed Kitsumae to the food lines.
Cecil immediately recoiled in fear when Kitsume reached out to him and hid his hands in the sleeves of his sweater.</s>
<|message|>I
Kitsumae giggled and ruffled his hair and ordered food. "So cute." she smiled and held her tray.
Kitsumae took her hand back and bowed. "I apologize, I'm sorry I didn't mean to scare you." she looked up with a slight frown.</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Briar smiled and got his food. He seemed really relieved that Grim decided to back off because Kitsumae was there.
Cecil scribbled on his paper and showed it to her with a slight smile. 'It's okay, you just kinda forgot,' was written.</s>
<|message|>I
Kitsumae say down at an empty table and smiled. "I found a spot." she said grinning.
Kitsume shook her head. "No I was asking permission of it was okay to touch you but it fine I'll give you time." she smiled and got up.</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Briar sat next to Kitsumae and smiled. His tail swished slightly as he took a bite of his food.
Cecil jumped a bit and made a slight noise of realization. He quickly scribbled something on his page of paper, 'Weren't we going to the dining hall?'</s>
<|message|>I
Kitsumae giggled and pat his head taking a bite of her food and smiling.
Kitsume nodded and smiled. "Yes we are, how about we face there?" she suggested.</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Cecil nodded, smiling. He seemed a lot less nervous now.
Briar purred slightly while eating his food.</s>
<|message|>I
Kitsumae smiled and giggled finally finishing her food.
Kitsume ran fastly but not too fast so that Cecil could get ahead.</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Cecil excitedly ran to the dining hall and ended up slipping and falling once he reached it. He groaned slightly but was kinda amused with himself.
Briar purred finishing up his food before leaning against Kitsumae.</s>
<|message|>I
Kistume ran hurriedly after him and kneels down . "Need help getting up?" She asked.
Kitsumae smiled and stroked his hair kissing his head gently.</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Cecil saved his hand dismissively and stood up. His golden eyes had a slight glisten to them that wasn't there before. He had a second of contemplation before writing thank you on his page of paper.
Briar laid his head on Kitsumae's all and purred peacefully.</s>
<|message|>I
Kitsume smiled and put her hand behind her head bashfully. "Your welcome Cecil." she replied. "So you need any bandaids?" she asked inspecting his body for scratches or blood.
Kitsumae giggled and blushed giving into the moment she closed her eyes and smiked.</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Cecil shook his head, still smiling. He seemed really amused with himself.
Briar purred and dozed off on Kitsumae's lap.</s>
<|message|>Leo O'Leary
Leo nodded and growled as he smelled the doctors scent
Alec was eventually let out to have lunch</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Stitches was let out of his cell to wander with his arms heavily chained. He seemed a bit annoyed at the chains.
Cecil scribbled down on his paper again, 'No need to worry about me Kitsume, I've been through worse.'
Briar seemed really laid back and peaceful. A big difference from when he choked Max with thorny vines.</s>
<|message|>I
Violet held his hand. "Leo it's ok." she replied smiling tears streaming down her cheeks.
Kitsume nodded and smiled. "We'll get bandaids later, it's gonna be fine." she smiled.
Kitsumae giggled softly and waved at her sister and her new friend then looked back at briar softly.</s>
<|message|>Leo O'Leary
Leo shakes his head" ill kill him"
Alec is eating some food</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Cecil saved back at Kitsumae and his wings did a cute little flutter out of excitement.
Briar purred and kept dozing off, completely unaware.
Stitches wandered into the dining hall, trying to find Alec.</s>
<|message|>I
Violet turned her head around and gripped his hand tightly. "Leo it's fine." she repeated.
Kitsumae have a big smile and giggled. "Hi I'm kitsumae, kitsume is my sister it's nice to meet a friend of hers." she replied and patted briars head.
Kitsume nodded and blushed she looked towards Cecil and softly smiled. "This is Cecil, he writes his words on a page with a pencil." she explained shortly.</s>
<|message|>Leo O'Leary
Leo growls.
Alec eats then sees stitches</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Cecil quickly scribbled a simple 'Nice to meet you' and showed it to Kitsumae.
Briar looked up lazily at Cecil and waved before falling back to sleep.
Stitches sat down next to Alec and seemed a bit tired. He was staring off into space a bit.</s>
<|message|>I
Kitsumae giggled and smiled she gave briar a head pat.
Kistume say across from her sister and briar and invited Cecil to join her and she smiled warmly.
Violet flinched before calming down some and slouching against the wall.</s>
<|message|>Leo O'Leary
Leo comforts violet to the best of his ability
Alec lightly punched stitches " what's up"</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Stitches jumped slightly, quickly snapping out of his thoughts. "O-oh, nothing much honestly... just kinda getting distracted and stuff," he said with a slight smile.
Cecil sat next to Kitsume and stretched a bit.
Briar's purrs quieted down and curled up a bit.</s>
<|message|>I
Violet hugged Leo tightly and burried her face in his shirt.
Kistumae giggled. "So cute!" she excitedly said quietly.
Kitsume looked at Cecil and his sketch in awe. "What is it?" she asked smiling.</s>
<|message|>Leo O'Leary
Leo pats her
" makes sense makes sense " alec said</s>
<|message|>I
Violet smiled and looks up to him .</s>
<|message|>Max Fuller
Stitches looked up a bit and started to get lost in his thoughts again. His usually bright silver eyes looked clouded over and a bit darker in general.
Cecil noticed his sketch and quickly hid it embarrassed. 'It is just a little sketch, I like designing fantasy scenery but I don't like showing it to people,' he wrote quickly.
Briar curled up more and clenched his fists in his sleep. Something seemed to be scaring Briar in his dreams.</s>
<|message|>I
Kitsume smiled and nodded. "That ok, and why an interest in fantasy scenery?" she asked him curiously.
Kitsumae held his hand gently and kisses his cheek before stroking his ears.</s>
<|message|>Leo O'Leary
Leo smiles
Alec ate his food as he had been starved for a couple of days</s>
| <|message|>Max Fuller
Stitches clenched his fists slightly and started to tear up a bit. Something seemed to be bothering him.
Cecil shrugged. 'It just gives me a feeling of a long distant future or a forgotten memory,' he wrote.
Briar tightly grabbed Kitsumae's hand in his sleep as his ear pressed flat against his head.</s> |
<|description|>Llewellyn Baines
Age: 15
Appearance:
He has soft brown hair and pale green eyes. Wears a lot of jackets, sweaters, hoodies, and jeans, as he feels most comfortable with little skin showing. He has been sent to the Apollo cabin on more than one occasion for overheating during the summer.
Godly Parent: Hades
Powers: Osteomancy, Necromancy, Umbrakinesis
Bio: Llewellyn is an introvert, but lonely. He doesn't like to initiate conversation, and is a bit of a softie, especially for horses. He is an excellent rider. Lyn had a bad childhood and adolescence, so he's very adverse to physical contact.
Other: He's afraid of dogs. Lyn also has trouble sleeping on top of the typical demigod ADHD, so he has a very poor attention span. However, he's very good at memorizing things, and can ad-lib battle strategy or crisis tactics well.
Character's Theme Song:
Name: Gabriel Saller
Age: 17
Appearance:
He has ruffly hair, dyed bright pink. Dark gray eyes. He stands around 5'6", and he hates it. Very athletic build. Covered in scars and beauty dots, but he wears long sleeves and uses concealer to cover it.
Godly Parent: Mars
Powers: Prowess in Battle, Battle Precognition, Tracking, Enhanced Strength and Speed.
Bio: Veteran camper at Camp Jupiter, second cohort. He's well-respected and holds a decent amount of authority and sway.
Other: Strain't. Very jittery, observant, and cautious. Kind of an ass. Snarky, cold, and done 24/7, but he has a protective streak a mile wide and absolutely will big brother you to death. Afraid of deep water. Speaks several languages.
Character's Theme Song:</s>
<|message|>Tony O'Harrah
Tony looked at Reagan and smiled " well my friend America has artifacts of Egypt everywhere and the Washington monument is one such artifact that yours truly , can use to open a portal " Tony says we he walks up to the monument and after a few minutes of concentration pulls out a sand from the duat and starts to work on the portal when he hears a roar. "...shit that sounds like a monster , you guys hold it off while I work on this portal." he yells at the group before going back to the portal .
Damien was about to answer ivy when he heard the roar and heard Tony scream the order. " well no time now" he tells ivy as he takes off his silver bow from his back and pulls out imperial gold arrows aiming towards the roaring sound as he heard something coming. "c'mon c'mon " he whispered to himself and as soon as he saw hard plate like scales he fired an arrow only to have it break against the monsters scales.
Theo nodded when he heard a roaring, " What the fuck is that? he asked. His eyes then widened as he saw the Monster, a huge serpent with plate like scales slithered toward the demigods. " Shit that's a Drakon a Lydian one to be exact their scales are nearly indestructible and it spits a corrosive venom so he careful! " he called out as he pressed the two gorgon faces on his lighter and his shield unfurled onto his arm. " weakpoints are its eyes but it's extremely hard to hit and you most likely won't so let's try to hold out till Tony makes the portal" he informs them as he tries to use his razor sharp edge of the spear to attack the Drakon and after some hesitation from the monster smacks Theo away. Theo then curls up behind his shield as he skids on the road and weakly stands up scrapes in his legs that weren't protected by his shield.</s>
<|message|>Natalia Dracula (Or, Nat. Or Tasha)
Arty had just put her phone in her pocket when she heard the roaring. She sighed and then frowned. "HAY! IM AN EXPERT IN ARCHERY!" she yelled at Theo as she summoned the archery set....it was silver and blue. She also had the massive Scythe out. She smiled as she span it around. She then went in for an attack only to get slammed painfully into a wall. "Ow...." she moaned as she slid down the wall and onto her knees. she coughed out a bit of blood from the impact but was otherwise fine."Ok...Derect approach...No go." she said as she pulled the bow and arrow. She was a kill shot thanks to her studies....</s>
<|message|>Lilith Petra Fader
"That would be Daddy" Says with a smile and then hears the roar and looks around herself a bit worried because she has no weapons of any kind and isn't sure she should use her voice because it's not exactly a combat weapon or at least she doesn't think it can be used as one</s>
<|message|>Devon Wraith
Devon sees the portal, and spins his scythe, flames kindling in his hands and around his body. "Who is doing what, and should I kill something?" Shadows begin creeping over to him, and he shudders. "Does that happen to anyone else? Or am I an even bigger freak then I thought?" He frowns, and drags his scythe through the ground, leaving a sizzling grove behind him. His eyes burn when he sees the dracon, and he draws his scythe out of the pavement, and spins it in a protective field in front of him.</s>
<|message|>Ivy Douglas
Ivy tosses the blonde girl, Lily, one of her knives. "Here. Protect yourself." She looks around and checks on Tony and Artemis before observing the Dracon. She draws her knives with a frown, unsure if she can get between the scales, nevertheless the eyes.
J.R. helps Tony up. "Can you fight?" Her face is blank but her worry is betrayed by her voice. She looks at the monster, and she narrows her eyes. She looks around, and her eyes land on Theo's spear. "Could I borrow that?"</s>
<|message|>Darya Bassio
Darya spins on her heel at the roar and assesses the situation quickly. "Frontal assaults won't work, but if we can distract it, we should be able to buy Tony time," she mutters to herself. Glancing over her shoulder at the rest of the group, she calls, "We need to draw it away! Try flanking it!" She sheathes her sword and kneels, hands pressed to the earth.
The earth's crust is made of a number of plates, constantly shifting over and under each other upon an endless sea of molten rock. This fluctuation, the perpetual change, is what Darya calls on. From her perch on the North American plate, she asks it to tear.
The ground beneath the Drakon shakes, then splits. A several-meter-wide crack opens beneath the monster's right hind, aiming to trap its leg. Darya sways upright and takes up a defensive stance, face flushed and breathing heavily.
~
Reagan's eyes dart from the Drakon to the unprepared members of their group. Not good. With an inhuman speed, they're suddenly between the other demigods and the monster. A small cylinder appears in their fingertips, and they pop it open to a Celestial bronze bo staff.</s>
<|message|>Llewellyn Baines
Llewellyn reels back in shock, eyes wide, and snaps his eyes to the monster. "What in the world is that-?!"
He's new. He's untrained and unarmed. He doesn't so much as know who his godly parent is.
He's so, so screwed.
After a quick mental analysis, Gabriel stands and moves back to Tony. He pulls a keychain out of his pocket; a little pewter-looking trinket the shape of a wolf's bust. He rolls it in his hand and it shifts to a shimmering golden sword, a hispaniensis gladius. The weight of it is comforting, and he can feel the way his father's combat gifts rush through his veins.
He speaks in a low voice, thick with a Scandinavian accent. "Keep going. Focus. I'll cover you."</s>
<|message|>Jason
Jason chortled as he drew his sword. Pointing it at the beast, as his free hand unclasped his messenger bag. The Kopis felt natural in his hand. Weight for him, it was nice, but it wasn't really his style. At least this fight would get them to fight as a team. Spinning the sword in his hand, began to take charge of the situation. The natural leadership of his parentage coming through. "Split into three teams. We don't have to win, just buy some time." Jason called to the assembled group. He moved around to the left of the creature, lightning beginning to crackle around his blade. "Those with environmental powers create a barrier. A ravine, a wall of fire, anything." He swung his sword at the Drakon, discharging the built up lightning. "You'll be playing defence, keeping it away from Tony." Jason leapt back to narrowly avoid a spurt of the corrosive venom. "Those with offensive powers, move around, and attack from the sides. You'll be less at risk of the acid spurts." Jason began swirling a disc of air in the palm of his left hand. "Those without combat powers, or weapons, stay out of the way, and help any of us who fall." He flicked out his left arm, letting the air disc to launch out and ricochet harmlessly off the scales. "Oh, and you two..." He pointed at the two who had bows and arrows. "It should go without saying, but use us as a distraction, and hit those eyes." He said pointing at the creature's eyes. This momentary break in concentration got Jason smacked across the field. Skidding to a halt about fifty metres away, face down in the dirt.</s>
<|message|>Tony O'Harrah
Tony's face beaded with sweat as he tried opening the portal . need help? Well you aren't getting any till I get my blood Tony snorted in disgust. ' Jesus Christ woman I'll give you the goddamn soda after we are done being attacked!' fine. Tomy gets a smile that could be either taken as gleeful or bloodthirsty or maybe even both as his eyes turn orange as he channels Sekhmet and opens the portal " Portals opened! " he calls out in a mixture of his and Sekhmets voices.
Damien rolled his eyes at the daughter of Poseidon who shouted about her archery ability , a person who was skilled at something wouldn't boast about their skill, if she was at camp Jupiter she would have had to scrub the armor till it shined like one of hazels gemstone. Damien then pulls back his bow two arrows knocked as he aims at the Drakon and fires. Pulling back his arrows before his two hit the drakon he fires another set. His first set he shot hit the monsters mouth and the second hit its left eye . " fuck yeah" he mutters and begins to knock three arrows when he gets hit " fuck never mind" he says weakly and then he hears Tony. Looking at the Egyptian host he takes off full Sprint and jumps into the portal.
Theo grunts when J.R. helps him up and grabs his shield " sorry this is kinda the thing that doesn't leave my side " he says a bit sheepishly but stern. Before he can say another thing he blocks a attack from the Drakon and grits his teeth as he begins to use his fear aura unconsciously his adrenaline activating it. Using it causes the drakon to hesitate for a split second and accidentally give everyone else a sense of unease. Using this open time frame he runs to the portal and jumps into it.</s>
<|message|>Devon Wraith
He glares at the one giving orders, and the ground around him begins cracking and shaking, the smell of fire and brimstone starting to fill the air. He raises his scythe, the blade glowing a deep purple, and it flares into black and violet flames. His off hand fills with black fire, and he tosses the large fireball at the drakon, sweeping his scythe at the monster, his weapon trembling as it tries to devour the monster. He grits his teeth, and runs into the portal, keeping his weapon between him and the drakon.</s>
<|message|>Natalia Dracula (Or, Nat. Or Tasha)
Arty looks around and then amis her arrow. "SOME ONE KEEP THIS FUCK BUSY FOR ME!!!" she said as she aimed. She shoot and cussed as she missed as it moved. She then took aim again....running around the beast. She aimed and dodged jumping up into the air as she nearly hit the eyes. "Fucking hell!" she screamed as she was slammed against another wall. The wall cracked behind her and she slid down. "Oh....shit i think i broke a few ribs there...." she winced as she aimed again, Shaking a bit as she was in massive massive of pain just breathing. She took short gasping breaths as she aimed....She lowered her bow as she winced. She then jumpped throw the portal as she had just noticed its presence.</s>
<|message|>Reagan Kwan Batharam
Darya whoops as Damien's shots hit. Realizing that their battle needs to wrap up quickly, she kneels once more. The same tremble as before runs through the earth, and she forces the crack to close, hopefully trapping the Drakon's leg in the process. She jumps up, almost falls immediately, and shakes her head to clear it. With a backwards glance at her half-sister, she runs through the portal.
~
Reagan hears Tony's shout and glances over their shoulder. They dart over to Jason and help him up however he'll allow. "Come on, we've gotta go!" Once he's up, Reagan spins abruptly and rushes to the portal. Just before going through, they stop briefly to make sure that everyone is following. Satisfied, they leap through.</s>
| <|message|>Llewellyn Baines
Gabriel hums, amused, at Jason.
So the new kid thinks himself a leader and a battle strategist.
Is he trained? Has he learned how to fight? Or is he another pretentious, lost child who holds himself in such high esteem that he'd ignore obvious seniority for the sake of what he might think could be called "heroism?"
Maybe he, a child of Mars, the god of war, is just salty.
Maybe he, a member of the second cohort of Camp Jupiter, is just bitter.
Maybe he, who has trained for the last three years of his life in any manner possible to prepare for battle alongside his campmates and his siblings, is just overthinking it. Right?
He gives a derisive scoff.
But there'll be time for that later. He dives through the portal behind Tony, rolling to his feet with his sword at the ready, eyes narrowed in a glare as he scans around them for danger.
Llewellyn takes a step back, then another towards the portal before Theo's aura hits him. He shudders, and the ground around their group trembles.
A shaky breath in and out. He plants his feet, feeling something strange in the earth almost call to him, and his expression falters.
He shakes his head and jumps into the portal.</s> |
<|description|>Llewellyn Baines
Age: 15
Appearance:
He has soft brown hair and pale green eyes. Wears a lot of jackets, sweaters, hoodies, and jeans, as he feels most comfortable with little skin showing. He has been sent to the Apollo cabin on more than one occasion for overheating during the summer.
Godly Parent: Hades
Powers: Osteomancy, Necromancy, Umbrakinesis
Bio: Llewellyn is an introvert, but lonely. He doesn't like to initiate conversation, and is a bit of a softie, especially for horses. He is an excellent rider. Lyn had a bad childhood and adolescence, so he's very adverse to physical contact.
Other: He's afraid of dogs. Lyn also has trouble sleeping on top of the typical demigod ADHD, so he has a very poor attention span. However, he's very good at memorizing things, and can ad-lib battle strategy or crisis tactics well.
Character's Theme Song:
Name: Gabriel Saller
Age: 17
Appearance:
He has ruffly hair, dyed bright pink. Dark gray eyes. He stands around 5'6", and he hates it. Very athletic build. Covered in scars and beauty dots, but he wears long sleeves and uses concealer to cover it.
Godly Parent: Mars
Powers: Prowess in Battle, Battle Precognition, Tracking, Enhanced Strength and Speed.
Bio: Veteran camper at Camp Jupiter, second cohort. He's well-respected and holds a decent amount of authority and sway.
Other: Strain't. Very jittery, observant, and cautious. Kind of an ass. Snarky, cold, and done 24/7, but he has a protective streak a mile wide and absolutely will big brother you to death. Afraid of deep water. Speaks several languages.
Character's Theme Song:</s>
<|message|>Jason
Jason welcomed the aid to his feet. Glancing between the monster and the portal. He winced as he tried to move his left arm. Having done some damage to it in the fall. He glanced around to see who was still on this side of the portal only to realise he was the only one left. Sheathing his sword, he ran for it. He leapt over a swipe of the monster's tail, and rolled over his hurt shoulder, wincing in pain, only to grab his bag of food which he had put down when the fight started. "Fuck." He was wheezing. Having had the wind knocked out of him, and with a dislocated shoulder, he was pushing himself to keep running towards the portal. The only issue was, his manoeuvring had placed the beast between him and the portal. Which did well to allow the others a window to escape, but meant his job was this much harder. "Fuck." He swore again. Realising how dire the situation was. Trying to think of a plan before they closed the portal was hard, with the pain throbbing from his shoulder.
Using his good arm, he tossed his food bag under the beast, using a gust of wind to carry it through the portal.
Jason took a step back and dropped to one knee. Trying to suck air into his burning lungs as he continued to overexert his body. "Fuck" He said again, now with a plan in mind, just not one he enjoyed. Rising to his feet, he ran. Dropping to his knees, he power slid under the monster, jumping into the air after he had cleared it. This was the part that it all hinged on. Lacking the energy to do much else, he had to get hit.
Just as he expected, Jason was smashed by the tail whip from the monster, the momentum sending him through the portal. "You can close the portal now. I think that's everyone." He said in a weak voice, lying on his back. Trying to force a smile on his face, but failing to the massive amounts of pain racking his body.</s>
<|message|>Tony O'Harrah
Tony wiped the sand from the portal out of his hair as it closed behind him. Looking at everyone's injured his eyes still glowed orange as he used Sekhmets power to begin healing. Tony would Kiss his fingers and then place them on whoever he was healing until eventually he healed everyone . With each heal he would get angrier and angrier at how everyone was hurt and barely survived. Looking around he would realize they were in a abandoned House of Life Base .
Suddenly Tony breathes deeply and the bloodlust and rage from sekhmet combined with his own anger gets too much for him as he turns his glowing orange eyes on the group. WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT!! he yells in his mixed voice. " I don't expect us to be a team right off the bat but Jesus Christ don't get yourselves killed we're fucking teenagers and half of you don't even know how to use your fucking magic or powers or whatever the fuck it is! " he points to arty " You! Who gives a fuck if you know archery I see another person with a bow and then yelling at everyone else to distract the thing for you!? You're the one with a goddamn bow your supposed to be distracting it! he yelled at her. He then turns to Devon " You instead of charging the goddamn monster without backup make a fucking mental plan first so you know what you're fucking doing when you charge at a goddam monster with near unbreakable scales! " he whirls on Damien " you you're supposed to be the other archer! Distract the fucking monster and maybe instead of shooting tons of your goddamn arrows in a hurry take your fucking time and shoot a well placed one it's not that fucking difficult to understand! " he turns on Theo if you don't know how to use your goddamn powers dont! Your little fucking trick almost caused me to lose focus and almost got us all killed! And next time if you know about the fucking monster use your own goddamn knowledge! he turns toward Jason " You! How about you don't go bossing people you just met around and then go and get smacked and knocked out for almost the whole battle! Next time think and follow your own fucking advice before you give it to others! " he turns toward regan " you!...fuck I don't even know what you did! Tony yells in frustration
and then turns to Lyn and Lilith " you guys! If you don't know what to do at all then get the fuck out of the way! You're just causing a more sure liability and likelyhood that someone will get killed trying to save your ass! " he turns to J.R " if you don't have the own weapon then get out of the fucking way as well because needing to take someone else's will just fuck that person over! Fucking try to come prepared or don't come at all! " he looks at darya " if you can use your powers the same goes for what I said with theo! Don't cause a fucking earthquake that could hurt the group and doesn't do shit to the monster! " he turns to ivy " if you are making a plan don't just stand there and take forever and a fucking day! At least evade or some shit that distracts the fucking monster attacking us goddamnit! " he looks at Gabriel " and you! Don't fucking protect one person when the whole entire group is in danger! Use your damn fighting skills or whatever shit you have to help and contribute or there is no reason to be on the quest! "
Tony pants hard out of breath after the ranting and let's out a sigh. " If we are to succeed as a group and as friends and finish this quest " he says calmer as his eyes fade back to green. " then we must learn to be a team and how to control our powers and work together and play off of each others strengths " he says gazing at everyone " and that is exactly what we will do , until we become a team we are not leaving this place he sighs , now just worn out and tired " I'm sorry I yelled but what I said was truthfull , so before I sleep tonight I'm going to come up with our training regiment and rules we should follow to stay alive and come back home " Tony says and gazes at them intensely. He then sighs again " Now any of you that has been at camp for more than a day please tell me about demigods and their powers and attracting monsters "
Damien stands up in what would be legion at attention , Tonys yelling reminded him of camp Jupiter. " Well we are half Greek or Roman God and half mortal , your powers vary from each one and their godly parent but she can't control until we train until then it's just them being used in stressful situations. And then well our presence attracts monsters and if we use phones that can also attract monsters "</s>
<|message|>Devon Wraith
Devon points his scythe at Tony, the blade turning a vibrant purple, and his pupils glow with the same violet blaze. "Shut up. I don't care who you think you are, you have no right to scream at us like that. You want to start a fight? Then keep yelling. See what happens." He scowls, his hands burning with dark fire. "Who are you right now? Tony, or that stupid god Sekhmet?" He keeps his scythe drawn, and the foundations under him begins trembling and cracking.</s>
<|message|>Natalia Dracula (Or, Nat. Or Tasha)
Arty sighs as she looks at Tony. "Ima slap a bitch who yells at me next." she said under her breath as she walked off pissed. She looked around the house and sighed. "IM GOING TO LOOK FOR A FUCKING ROOM! JACK ASS!" she said to Tony. She was fuming. She found a room and sighed as she set her stuff on the bed. She sat down and mumbled. "How am i supposed to get in a good shot if no one fucking distracts it." she said as she grabbed her ipad and headed to the desk, She started doing some commissions she had been paid for but had to put on hold do to this bullshit....She sighed as she spent hours there. She was so focused on her work, thanks to tony. Hours later she sighs as she finishes her work and then looks at her other messages, Most where asking for commissions, she sighs and texts back that she cant right now as shes going throw some stuff and will pick it up when she can. She then posts it on her SM profiles. She sighs and puts stuff away, after turning everything off but her phone. She quickly checks it and sends a few hearts to her one friend. She then texts her mom and sighs, and grabs a box of pocky. She nibbles on it as she thinks....</s>
<|message|>Reagan Kwan Batharam
Darya takes Tony's criticism in stride, hardly blinking. She recognizes that, although she'd been trying to localize the earthquake, his anger and concern for the safety of the others was well-founded. When he announces his plan for a training regiment, she let's a small, pleased smile slip through her stoic expression. He asks for more experienced campers to provide information, so she tries to catch his attention with a raised finger.
"Damien's insights hold true across to the Greek demigods. Unless we have proper training, it's almost impossible to control our powers. They vary based on the skills of our respective godly parents, but they often manifest differently among demigods. For example, Percy, another child of Poseidon, has very strong water-based powers, whereas mine are centered around earthquakes. My family had connections at Camp Half-Blood, so I was fortunate enough to have training from a young age, but many were not so privileged." She gestures to his eyes. "Would you care to inform us about 'hosts,' and where we are?"
At Artemis's outburst, she winces in secondhand embarrassment. Some people don't take criticism well.
~
Reagan winces as Tony yells, but almost giggles nervously as Tony's frustration is directed at them. In hindsight, they wish they'd done more to distract the monster, but they'd protected the others, so they didn't regret their decision.
Tony calls for anyone who had been in camp for more than a few days, so Reagan starts towards him. With a timid smile, they offer, "Well, I don't have a whole lot of information that hasn't already been offered, but myself and other children of Hermes have a few safe-ish houses and cash stashes. As for powers and attracting monsters, we've all got quick instincts in battle and can read Ancient Greek, and our camp is protected from monsters by-" they cut off, unsure of how much they're allowed to reveal. "magic stuff?"</s>
| <|message|>Llewellyn Baines
Llewellyn looks a bit sick, and it's only half because he's a jittery, adrenaline-filled wreck. There's something horribly familiar pulling at him from the earth, and he has a sinking feeling that he knows what it is.
The godly half of his parentage. His missing link. A strength that he never dared to think he might actually have.
But he wasn't claimed at the campfire. Maybe-
Maybe soon. He hopes so. Maybe being claimed will assuage the nauseating pull of power in his bones- or at least let him give name to it.
He barely hears Tony, caught up in a million racing thoughts. He nods blankly. What is he agreeing to? Something about staying out of the way. He can do that.
Gabriel looks almost startled, then his face drops into a scowl. He feels anger rising up his throat, and he snarls something in that other language. His eyes narrow to near slits, livid. "You really think I care-"
He cuts off, taking a ragged breath to calm himself. Focus. Stand tall but accept input. Voice low, he continues. "Don't lecture me on motive, skíthaus. I stayed by you so you could finish your portal and I could keep it away from the fucking-" he gestures vaguely- "fjandinn hafi það. Obelisk. Did you stop to think what would happen if it had destroyed it?"
"I am a son of Mars. I know I should've been up there. But we already had a competent enough distraction, and if you were going to sit idly by, undefended, working on a portal that the survival of half the group hinges on, then I'm going to prioritize you. It's called initiative for a fucking reason. I know what I'm doing."
Mouth twisted into a frown, he runs a hand through his hair. He inhales and exhales, calmer.
Gabriel stands tall, back straight, chin level- proud. He has every reason to be. "I'm a legionnaire of the Second Cohort. I have a handle on my powers and several years of experience under my belt. I can field questions or training, depending on demand."</s> |
<|description|>Lilith Petra Fader
Age: 16
Appearance: Lilith
is a tall blond standing five foot ten inches and weighs about 145, her eyes are brown and her long blond hair falls to the small of her back.
Godly parent: Peitho Goddess of Seduction, Negotiation, and Charm
Powers: Silver tongue; when speaking Litlth's voice is pleasant to hear but when she manifests her gift like a siren she can enthrall any that hear her filling them with desire, altering their opinions, or making them want to do whatever they think will make her happy and smile at them. Because she is able to enthrall others with her voice she is also able to feel the deference between truth and BS
Bio: Lilith's Dad is Ricky Fader Lead Singer of Night Scream who while taking a break from Touring so he could write was alone on the Private Greek Island Zykos where once stood a shrine to the Goddess Peitho.
It was there that she first saw him and listened as he sang song while playing his old acoustic guitar and fell in love with the mortal. She appeared to him one night as a local girl out for a moonlight swim and he fell for her. Three months the two met after sunset she telling him that she named Petra an was the daughter of a local shipping magnate who's father wouldn't approve her relationship with him so they must keep their love a secret.
Eventually Ricky's record company demanded he get to work on his contracted next album so he had to leave but not before buying the island at an outrageous price telling his new love Petra he'd return and hoped to see her again.
For three years the Island was their secret love nest and his two albums showing a new found passion that shocked the industry. His love ballads featured in 5 hit movies, his concerts packed he was the man every girl between 16 and 30 wanted but not even the super models he once was seen with seemed able to move him.
Who knows how long they may have remained lovers but one day she told him she needed to fly to Zykos for she had to see him urgently. It was when he arrived she had to tell him she was pregnant and she also confessed that she was the Goddess Peitho and under the laws she lived this meant she could no longer be with him.
Broken hearted he was crushed till she told him she needed him to take care of their daughter which he agreed and then set about concocting a plan to see it through.
He named her Lilith and as a tribute to her mother gave her the middle name Petra. His story about her was that he'd all along been having an affair with a Greek woman and that he'd wanted to keep her privacy and that if not for her dying in child birth would have also tried to protect his daughter from all the public interest she'd now have to endure. The press as they are want to do dug into Lilith's mother's story and found the old family doctor who'd delivered her and pronounced her mother dead even telling them where her grave was.
Raised in Montana on Cloudy Sky Ranch and home schooled by tutors she was able to avoid most of the public exposure. There she thrived learning the things most girls her age needed to learn as well as dressage, music, and excelling at the many sports popular in the Mountains she called home.
Then on her 12th birthday Lilith's dad took her to Zykos where he told her about her mother and told her how her mother was a Goddess and daughter of Oceanus and Tethys. He told her how her mother Peitho was a close companion of the goddess Aphrodite and that she; lilith was a demigoddess and because of that would be sought after by the dark forces which opposed the forces of Olympus. The latter part was why soon she'd have to leave him and go to a place where she'd be taught how to handle what she was and protect herself.
She at first thought he dad was playing an elaborate trick on her but didn't say it and then that very night an odd striking older woman just seemed to appear in her room on the island and before Lilith could speak she said "Chairetísmata Petra kóri tou Peitho". Lilith understood her knowing she'd just said "Greetings Petra daughter of Peitho" but then to Lilith's surprise the woman added "Amfivállete óti échete theïkés proeléfseis kai aftó eínai katanoitó, eínai ekpliktikó na mathaínoume" (You doubt you divine origins and that is understandable, it is an astounding thing to learn)
Lilith was an interesting choice as it means daughter of the night in the Arcadian tongue and fitting for you she said as she reached out and brushed Lilith's hair out of her eyes.
"Who are you?" asked Lilith
The older woman smiled and said "I am Terthys your grandmother and the source of fresh water." then she smiled and held out her right hand in invitation and in surprise Lilith took her hand and felt comfort in the woman's arms.
That night Lilith knew she'd met her Grandmother and that her dad had told her the truth. The next 4 years she was protected by some glamour caste on her by her grandmother till it broke and she was noticed.
He dad came to her in Montana skipping out of a tour show just to see she was taken to New York and long Island
Other
Characters theme song:"Who Are You?"
Skills/Gift/Weapons
Well traveled Desi speaks and reads French, English, Spanish, Portuguese, Urdu, and Mandrin and a bit of Japanese and German
Familiar with guns but no expert as she was too young to get practical training
First Aid
Desi isn't what one would call a traditional fighter but the style she learned is similar to Pankration with dirty fighting tossed in.
Taught knife fighting she isn't actually an expert though has had several chances to practice
Not her first choice of knives but because of an Anime a good multiuse knife found laying around
Gift
Desi's gift is Discordia which allows her enhance distrust of friends and allies causing them to either work less effectively as a unit or even turn on each other if it is possible
A gift from dear old mom
Magical it becomes a necklace that looks plain and made of braided leather
Drawn it becomes either a 1 meter or 3 meter weapon that causes painful burning wounds
(Think salt and lemon juice in an open wound as numb and relaxing)</s>
<|message|>Devon Wraith
Devon points his scythe at Tony, the blade turning a vibrant purple, and his pupils glow with the same violet blaze. "Shut up. I don't care who you think you are, you have no right to scream at us like that. You want to start a fight? Then keep yelling. See what happens." He scowls, his hands burning with dark fire. "Who are you right now? Tony, or that stupid god Sekhmet?" He keeps his scythe drawn, and the foundations under him begins trembling and cracking.</s>
<|message|>Natalia Dracula (Or, Nat. Or Tasha)
Arty sighs as she looks at Tony. "Ima slap a bitch who yells at me next." she said under her breath as she walked off pissed. She looked around the house and sighed. "IM GOING TO LOOK FOR A FUCKING ROOM! JACK ASS!" she said to Tony. She was fuming. She found a room and sighed as she set her stuff on the bed. She sat down and mumbled. "How am i supposed to get in a good shot if no one fucking distracts it." she said as she grabbed her ipad and headed to the desk, She started doing some commissions she had been paid for but had to put on hold do to this bullshit....She sighed as she spent hours there. She was so focused on her work, thanks to tony. Hours later she sighs as she finishes her work and then looks at her other messages, Most where asking for commissions, she sighs and texts back that she cant right now as shes going throw some stuff and will pick it up when she can. She then posts it on her SM profiles. She sighs and puts stuff away, after turning everything off but her phone. She quickly checks it and sends a few hearts to her one friend. She then texts her mom and sighs, and grabs a box of pocky. She nibbles on it as she thinks....</s>
<|message|>Reagan Kwan Batharam
Darya takes Tony's criticism in stride, hardly blinking. She recognizes that, although she'd been trying to localize the earthquake, his anger and concern for the safety of the others was well-founded. When he announces his plan for a training regiment, she let's a small, pleased smile slip through her stoic expression. He asks for more experienced campers to provide information, so she tries to catch his attention with a raised finger.
"Damien's insights hold true across to the Greek demigods. Unless we have proper training, it's almost impossible to control our powers. They vary based on the skills of our respective godly parents, but they often manifest differently among demigods. For example, Percy, another child of Poseidon, has very strong water-based powers, whereas mine are centered around earthquakes. My family had connections at Camp Half-Blood, so I was fortunate enough to have training from a young age, but many were not so privileged." She gestures to his eyes. "Would you care to inform us about 'hosts,' and where we are?"
At Artemis's outburst, she winces in secondhand embarrassment. Some people don't take criticism well.
~
Reagan winces as Tony yells, but almost giggles nervously as Tony's frustration is directed at them. In hindsight, they wish they'd done more to distract the monster, but they'd protected the others, so they didn't regret their decision.
Tony calls for anyone who had been in camp for more than a few days, so Reagan starts towards him. With a timid smile, they offer, "Well, I don't have a whole lot of information that hasn't already been offered, but myself and other children of Hermes have a few safe-ish houses and cash stashes. As for powers and attracting monsters, we've all got quick instincts in battle and can read Ancient Greek, and our camp is protected from monsters by-" they cut off, unsure of how much they're allowed to reveal. "magic stuff?"</s>
<|message|>Llewellyn Baines
Llewellyn looks a bit sick, and it's only half because he's a jittery, adrenaline-filled wreck. There's something horribly familiar pulling at him from the earth, and he has a sinking feeling that he knows what it is.
The godly half of his parentage. His missing link. A strength that he never dared to think he might actually have.
But he wasn't claimed at the campfire. Maybe-
Maybe soon. He hopes so. Maybe being claimed will assuage the nauseating pull of power in his bones- or at least let him give name to it.
He barely hears Tony, caught up in a million racing thoughts. He nods blankly. What is he agreeing to? Something about staying out of the way. He can do that.
Gabriel looks almost startled, then his face drops into a scowl. He feels anger rising up his throat, and he snarls something in that other language. His eyes narrow to near slits, livid. "You really think I care-"
He cuts off, taking a ragged breath to calm himself. Focus. Stand tall but accept input. Voice low, he continues. "Don't lecture me on motive, skíthaus. I stayed by you so you could finish your portal and I could keep it away from the fucking-" he gestures vaguely- "fjandinn hafi það. Obelisk. Did you stop to think what would happen if it had destroyed it?"
"I am a son of Mars. I know I should've been up there. But we already had a competent enough distraction, and if you were going to sit idly by, undefended, working on a portal that the survival of half the group hinges on, then I'm going to prioritize you. It's called initiative for a fucking reason. I know what I'm doing."
Mouth twisted into a frown, he runs a hand through his hair. He inhales and exhales, calmer.
Gabriel stands tall, back straight, chin level- proud. He has every reason to be. "I'm a legionnaire of the Second Cohort. I have a handle on my powers and several years of experience under my belt. I can field questions or training, depending on demand."</s>
<|message|>Ivy Douglas
J.R. lets Tony rant, indignation flashing across her features when he says she didn't have a weapon. "I didn't have the right weapon," she mutters. She sighs at Artemis's outburst. "I swear that girl's going to kill us all." She grins at Reagan's input about the children of Hermes, taking a mental note to talk to her half sibling about their powers and abilities. She wonders about the cash stashes and safe houses. Was it possible she took advantage of them without realizing? She approaches Reagan with quiet feet. She taps their shoulder, just enough movement to get their attention. "Hey. Find me later. We need to talk," she murmurs so only they can hear.
Ivy waits for Tony to calm down, frowning when he mentions her. She didn't have a plan, unless you call helping others a plan. She has no clue what her powers could be, all she knows is that she can heal. Hell, her mind is still reeling from the fact that her mother is a goddess. She listens to the more experienced demigods, wondering what would feed such a large group.</s>
| <|message|>Lilith Petra Fader
Hearing all the angry conversation Lily realized it was partly due to a perceived lack of granted authority and it might continue if the issue wasn't addressed soon but she didn't hold any hope it would be an easy fix according to the legends and myths surrounding demi gods.
So knowing she isn't a known quantity Lily looks for a clear space of ground and pulls off her heavy pack and guitar setting them and herself down on the ground and rummaging through her snack haul settling on BBQ Corn Nuts and her Water flask.
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Desi had been really surprised when she found herself in the back of a car sleeping and saw a group of punks wandering by that promised a bit of adventure so she got out and followed them only to watch as they got in a fight with a critter like a dragon as one of their number did some mumbo jumbo which opened a portal.
When the portal opened and to her disappointment none of the punks got even a scratch (A scratch meaning the need for EMTs) she flipped a gold coin she'd found (stole from an idiot that showed it to her breaking the rule of never show your treasures to strangers) and it came up heads so just as it closed she dove through.
It was easier than she hoped to take advantage of the Chaos and the focus on the guy called Tony to slip off to the side and just blend as if she belonged while making sure to do as little as possible to attract notice. Once in position she checked her throwing blades and the nifty chain whip a gift from the whore slash goddess who abandoned her to her dad and the harpy she called granny.
Not sure how they'd react to her just tagging along she was sure if they tried anything she was going to make several of them bleed or escape; maybe both.</s> |
<|description|>Lilith Petra Fader
Age: 16
Appearance: Lilith
is a tall blond standing five foot ten inches and weighs about 145, her eyes are brown and her long blond hair falls to the small of her back.
Godly parent: Peitho Goddess of Seduction, Negotiation, and Charm
Powers: Silver tongue; when speaking Litlth's voice is pleasant to hear but when she manifests her gift like a siren she can enthrall any that hear her filling them with desire, altering their opinions, or making them want to do whatever they think will make her happy and smile at them. Because she is able to enthrall others with her voice she is also able to feel the deference between truth and BS
Bio: Lilith's Dad is Ricky Fader Lead Singer of Night Scream who while taking a break from Touring so he could write was alone on the Private Greek Island Zykos where once stood a shrine to the Goddess Peitho.
It was there that she first saw him and listened as he sang song while playing his old acoustic guitar and fell in love with the mortal. She appeared to him one night as a local girl out for a moonlight swim and he fell for her. Three months the two met after sunset she telling him that she named Petra an was the daughter of a local shipping magnate who's father wouldn't approve her relationship with him so they must keep their love a secret.
Eventually Ricky's record company demanded he get to work on his contracted next album so he had to leave but not before buying the island at an outrageous price telling his new love Petra he'd return and hoped to see her again.
For three years the Island was their secret love nest and his two albums showing a new found passion that shocked the industry. His love ballads featured in 5 hit movies, his concerts packed he was the man every girl between 16 and 30 wanted but not even the super models he once was seen with seemed able to move him.
Who knows how long they may have remained lovers but one day she told him she needed to fly to Zykos for she had to see him urgently. It was when he arrived she had to tell him she was pregnant and she also confessed that she was the Goddess Peitho and under the laws she lived this meant she could no longer be with him.
Broken hearted he was crushed till she told him she needed him to take care of their daughter which he agreed and then set about concocting a plan to see it through.
He named her Lilith and as a tribute to her mother gave her the middle name Petra. His story about her was that he'd all along been having an affair with a Greek woman and that he'd wanted to keep her privacy and that if not for her dying in child birth would have also tried to protect his daughter from all the public interest she'd now have to endure. The press as they are want to do dug into Lilith's mother's story and found the old family doctor who'd delivered her and pronounced her mother dead even telling them where her grave was.
Raised in Montana on Cloudy Sky Ranch and home schooled by tutors she was able to avoid most of the public exposure. There she thrived learning the things most girls her age needed to learn as well as dressage, music, and excelling at the many sports popular in the Mountains she called home.
Then on her 12th birthday Lilith's dad took her to Zykos where he told her about her mother and told her how her mother was a Goddess and daughter of Oceanus and Tethys. He told her how her mother Peitho was a close companion of the goddess Aphrodite and that she; lilith was a demigoddess and because of that would be sought after by the dark forces which opposed the forces of Olympus. The latter part was why soon she'd have to leave him and go to a place where she'd be taught how to handle what she was and protect herself.
She at first thought he dad was playing an elaborate trick on her but didn't say it and then that very night an odd striking older woman just seemed to appear in her room on the island and before Lilith could speak she said "Chairetísmata Petra kóri tou Peitho". Lilith understood her knowing she'd just said "Greetings Petra daughter of Peitho" but then to Lilith's surprise the woman added "Amfivállete óti échete theïkés proeléfseis kai aftó eínai katanoitó, eínai ekpliktikó na mathaínoume" (You doubt you divine origins and that is understandable, it is an astounding thing to learn)
Lilith was an interesting choice as it means daughter of the night in the Arcadian tongue and fitting for you she said as she reached out and brushed Lilith's hair out of her eyes.
"Who are you?" asked Lilith
The older woman smiled and said "I am Terthys your grandmother and the source of fresh water." then she smiled and held out her right hand in invitation and in surprise Lilith took her hand and felt comfort in the woman's arms.
That night Lilith knew she'd met her Grandmother and that her dad had told her the truth. The next 4 years she was protected by some glamour caste on her by her grandmother till it broke and she was noticed.
He dad came to her in Montana skipping out of a tour show just to see she was taken to New York and long Island
Other
Characters theme song:"Who Are You?"
Skills/Gift/Weapons
Well traveled Desi speaks and reads French, English, Spanish, Portuguese, Urdu, and Mandrin and a bit of Japanese and German
Familiar with guns but no expert as she was too young to get practical training
First Aid
Desi isn't what one would call a traditional fighter but the style she learned is similar to Pankration with dirty fighting tossed in.
Taught knife fighting she isn't actually an expert though has had several chances to practice
Not her first choice of knives but because of an Anime a good multiuse knife found laying around
Gift
Desi's gift is Discordia which allows her enhance distrust of friends and allies causing them to either work less effectively as a unit or even turn on each other if it is possible
A gift from dear old mom
Magical it becomes a necklace that looks plain and made of braided leather
Drawn it becomes either a 1 meter or 3 meter weapon that causes painful burning wounds
(Think salt and lemon juice in an open wound as numb and relaxing)</s>
<|message|>Jason
Jason spent the night wandering the halls of the Nome. It was getting late. Most of the others had gone to bed. While he often tried to keep up the upbeat, naive quester vibe going, he often found when he was alone, he struggled with his own darkness. Not that he would ever bring it up with anyone in the group. Wandering the halls while it was dark, gave him some solace. Leaning against a wall, he slid to the ground. His head resting between his hands. "I'm sorry." He whispered into his hands. His mind takes him back to that fateful night. Taking a deep breath, he centred himself back in reality. Jason stood up and found a room, to finally get some sleep.
Next Day
Jason had gotten up early, and made himself breakfast from his bag of food, and went to the training room when summoned. Listening to the options. Looking at the kopis on his hip. It never really suited him. He only got it because the camp was greek. He had taken fencing classes as a kid and was more suited to long thin blades. He decided to take Kung Fu. His fighting style always revolved around mobility and hard/fast strikes, so it seemed like the best fit.
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Ryan spent the night maintaining his weapons and equipment. While making idle chit chat with Rösk.
Next Day
He was up early. Never really slept. Not since the war. So, up and ready, he waited the training area for the briefing. When he listened to the different martial arts, he sighed eyed his cousin. He didn't really feel the need for combat practice. When he was alive, he practised Hung Ga, Kung fu, and since his death, he had practised Lausatok.
Ryan pulled a cigarette packet from his pocket and held it to his lips. It lit itself instantly as he took the first drag. "Krav Maga sounds interesting," He said to no one in particular. Taking another drag, he cracked his knuckles, getting ready for a fight.</s>
<|message|>Robin Ignis
Tony smiled once everyone had chosen their martial art. " Alright nice and now this will basically the general schedule will be , wake up at 7:00am martial arts training , until noon then we have a lunch break and then it's ,team building exercises until three and then power practicing from three to five and then sparring sessions from five to seven and once it reaches seven its relaxation time and if you don't wake up by seven am I will pour my code red mountain dew on you to wake you up." he said cheerfully and snapped to have the shabti, which he had made enough for everyone to get one on one training began teaching everyone in their respective martial arts. Whistling a Irish tune he took his spot next to Jason for kung fu and began to practice with the Shabti.
Robin walked to the Muay Thai Shabti and began to practice. He wasn't used to the furry of kicks and elbows and generally everything being thrown at him so he got beat fairly eaisly. Robin would get more frustrated as the shabti beat him and as he did a aura of heat began to radiate off of him . "Agghh" he cried out in frustration then walked out of the nome and calmed down then walked back in and began to train with renewed vigor.
Casper smiled as he looked at the shabti. " Ooh scary statue made out of rubber please don't hurt me" he said chuckling . His humor was quickly cut off when he found himself on his back. " Stupid statue" he growled and muttered a curse in old norse then began to trade blows with the shabti. He usually found himself in some form of submission or chokehold or caught in a flip as he wasn't used to this type of fighting style. Though he did enjoy the exercise and began to be able to dodge the shabti though performing the moves on it was one other thing entirely .</s>
<|message|>Natalia Dracula (Or, Nat. Or Tasha)
Arty sighed and then went to her room grabbed her back pack and then headed out. She was gone for most of the day getting groceries, and other things. When she got home she sighed as she started to un load them onto the counter then into the fridge. She organized the pantry, Fridge, Freezer and Cabinets. She even made some healthy chicken, broccoli mac and cheese. She sighed as she sat down at the counter and started to eat.
(Might add more later)</s>
<|message|>Devon Wraith
Redacted</s>
<|message|>Darya Bassio
Darya bobs her head in acknowledgment of the schedule, then approaches her assigned shabti. As the practice begins, she holds in a slow, steady pattern with the shabti, focusing on learning the basics as best as she can. She pauses to retie her hair, gaze drifting among the other training matches. It falls on Devon, and she studies him for a second before turning away. With a start, she realizes Artemis is not among them. Her brow furrows, but without knowledge of where her half-sister might be, Darya decides to continue sparring.
I'll look for her during lunch, she decides. With a deep breath, she shifts back into training.
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Reagan carefully skirts Casper as they make their way over to their allotted shabti. With a quick bow, they quickly begin sparring, pausing only to adjust form or grab a drink. They quickly fall back into their training, letting muscle memory guide their movements. The shabti aims a roundhouse at their chest, which they deflect, only to be pushed back by a spinning back kick. A grin briefly splits their face, and they bounce back, grin disappearing just as quickly as it had appeared.</s>
<|message|>Devon Wraith
Redacted</s>
<|message|>Ivy Douglas
Ivy stays out of everyone else's way to the best of her ability, flinching at Casper's struggles, until she reaches her assigned shabti beside Ryan's. The statue comes for her with a sidekick, and the match begins. Ivy's street instincts come in, and she dodges fairly easily. The shabti keeps striking at her, and Ivy maneuvers around it until she attacks back. She throws a front kick to the groin and an elbow for the jaw, proceeding to trip the shabti when she gets socked in the stomach. She exhales sharply, then smirks and retaliates. She notices her newfound friend, Artemis, was missing, and then remembered what she had yelled earlier.
J.R. approaches her shabti with casual caution, unsure of what to expect from the doll. She crouches a little and feints. The shabti tries to take her down, and they wrestle. She grins in satisfaction when she gets top and pins the shabti, then a few minutes later grunts in pain as her arm is being bent back. "Damn rubber," she huffs.
A young woman huffs in frustration as she seems to argue with herself. After glancing around and determining there are no witnesses, her eyes glow for a moment and she seems to walk for a bit before disappearing into thin air. "Hey, where did Beni go?" the coach wonders as Beni appears in front of a very pissed and seemingly resilient guy with dark blue hair. Robin. She blocks his strike and sidekicks him fiercely in the stomach and uppercuts his chin. After a flurry of strikes, she gets him in a chokehold, before pausing and looking at her victim. "You alright there, bud?"</s>
| <|message|>Lilith Petra Fader
Lilith felt more lost than she'd ever felt in her entire life as she watched all the others make friends so quickly and adapt to this new life her grandmother had told her that she must. As a result she just did as she often did when her dad was the center of attention and faded into the background.
But toady she had to fight and even though a part of her wanted to hide she did and was quickly humiliated
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Des Loved the fact that the toy they let her use didn't feel pain and that she could do things to it that in sparring she dare not with a living being. She gouged eyes, slashed at it's crotch; she fought like and animal but a clever one and when it seemed she'd lose instead of surrender she let herself go becoming a snarling animal.</s> |
<|description|>Ivy Douglas
Age: 15
Appearance: her hair is shoulder-length when it's down
Godly parent: Tyche, goddess of luck
Powers: able to manipulate/ grant and foretell luck to a degree, incredible at games of chance and outwitting her opponents
Bio: Ivy's father was a gambler (slot machines) with problems after Tyche left back to Olympus, and eventually Ivy was taken away. She originally lived in New York, where she ran away from the foster system there. While looking for ways to obtain some more money, she accidentally fell into a shipping truck headed to San Francisco, CA, but she finally escaped at a point in the middle of nowhere near Camp Half Blood. She trekked to the closest civilization, and that is where the story begins.
Other: she always wears a golden necklace with a four leaf clover that was left by Tyche; she loves to gamble and loves to hustle
Theme song: Hollywood (Down on Your Luck) by Thin Lizzy</s>
<|message|>Jason
Jason welcomed the aid to his feet. Glancing between the monster and the portal. He winced as he tried to move his left arm. Having done some damage to it in the fall. He glanced around to see who was still on this side of the portal only to realise he was the only one left. Sheathing his sword, he ran for it. He leapt over a swipe of the monster's tail, and rolled over his hurt shoulder, wincing in pain, only to grab his bag of food which he had put down when the fight started. "Fuck." He was wheezing. Having had the wind knocked out of him, and with a dislocated shoulder, he was pushing himself to keep running towards the portal. The only issue was, his manoeuvring had placed the beast between him and the portal. Which did well to allow the others a window to escape, but meant his job was this much harder. "Fuck." He swore again. Realising how dire the situation was. Trying to think of a plan before they closed the portal was hard, with the pain throbbing from his shoulder.
Using his good arm, he tossed his food bag under the beast, using a gust of wind to carry it through the portal.
Jason took a step back and dropped to one knee. Trying to suck air into his burning lungs as he continued to overexert his body. "Fuck" He said again, now with a plan in mind, just not one he enjoyed. Rising to his feet, he ran. Dropping to his knees, he power slid under the monster, jumping into the air after he had cleared it. This was the part that it all hinged on. Lacking the energy to do much else, he had to get hit.
Just as he expected, Jason was smashed by the tail whip from the monster, the momentum sending him through the portal. "You can close the portal now. I think that's everyone." He said in a weak voice, lying on his back. Trying to force a smile on his face, but failing to the massive amounts of pain racking his body.</s>
<|message|>Tony O'Harrah
Tony wiped the sand from the portal out of his hair as it closed behind him. Looking at everyone's injured his eyes still glowed orange as he used Sekhmets power to begin healing. Tony would Kiss his fingers and then place them on whoever he was healing until eventually he healed everyone . With each heal he would get angrier and angrier at how everyone was hurt and barely survived. Looking around he would realize they were in a abandoned House of Life Base .
Suddenly Tony breathes deeply and the bloodlust and rage from sekhmet combined with his own anger gets too much for him as he turns his glowing orange eyes on the group. WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT!! he yells in his mixed voice. " I don't expect us to be a team right off the bat but Jesus Christ don't get yourselves killed we're fucking teenagers and half of you don't even know how to use your fucking magic or powers or whatever the fuck it is! " he points to arty " You! Who gives a fuck if you know archery I see another person with a bow and then yelling at everyone else to distract the thing for you!? You're the one with a goddamn bow your supposed to be distracting it! he yelled at her. He then turns to Devon " You instead of charging the goddamn monster without backup make a fucking mental plan first so you know what you're fucking doing when you charge at a goddam monster with near unbreakable scales! " he whirls on Damien " you you're supposed to be the other archer! Distract the fucking monster and maybe instead of shooting tons of your goddamn arrows in a hurry take your fucking time and shoot a well placed one it's not that fucking difficult to understand! " he turns on Theo if you don't know how to use your goddamn powers dont! Your little fucking trick almost caused me to lose focus and almost got us all killed! And next time if you know about the fucking monster use your own goddamn knowledge! he turns toward Jason " You! How about you don't go bossing people you just met around and then go and get smacked and knocked out for almost the whole battle! Next time think and follow your own fucking advice before you give it to others! " he turns toward regan " you!...fuck I don't even know what you did! Tony yells in frustration
and then turns to Lyn and Lilith " you guys! If you don't know what to do at all then get the fuck out of the way! You're just causing a more sure liability and likelyhood that someone will get killed trying to save your ass! " he turns to J.R " if you don't have the own weapon then get out of the fucking way as well because needing to take someone else's will just fuck that person over! Fucking try to come prepared or don't come at all! " he looks at darya " if you can use your powers the same goes for what I said with theo! Don't cause a fucking earthquake that could hurt the group and doesn't do shit to the monster! " he turns to ivy " if you are making a plan don't just stand there and take forever and a fucking day! At least evade or some shit that distracts the fucking monster attacking us goddamnit! " he looks at Gabriel " and you! Don't fucking protect one person when the whole entire group is in danger! Use your damn fighting skills or whatever shit you have to help and contribute or there is no reason to be on the quest! "
Tony pants hard out of breath after the ranting and let's out a sigh. " If we are to succeed as a group and as friends and finish this quest " he says calmer as his eyes fade back to green. " then we must learn to be a team and how to control our powers and work together and play off of each others strengths " he says gazing at everyone " and that is exactly what we will do , until we become a team we are not leaving this place he sighs , now just worn out and tired " I'm sorry I yelled but what I said was truthfull , so before I sleep tonight I'm going to come up with our training regiment and rules we should follow to stay alive and come back home " Tony says and gazes at them intensely. He then sighs again " Now any of you that has been at camp for more than a day please tell me about demigods and their powers and attracting monsters "
Damien stands up in what would be legion at attention , Tonys yelling reminded him of camp Jupiter. " Well we are half Greek or Roman God and half mortal , your powers vary from each one and their godly parent but she can't control until we train until then it's just them being used in stressful situations. And then well our presence attracts monsters and if we use phones that can also attract monsters "</s>
<|message|>Devon Wraith
Devon points his scythe at Tony, the blade turning a vibrant purple, and his pupils glow with the same violet blaze. "Shut up. I don't care who you think you are, you have no right to scream at us like that. You want to start a fight? Then keep yelling. See what happens." He scowls, his hands burning with dark fire. "Who are you right now? Tony, or that stupid god Sekhmet?" He keeps his scythe drawn, and the foundations under him begins trembling and cracking.</s>
<|message|>Natalia Dracula (Or, Nat. Or Tasha)
Arty sighs as she looks at Tony. "Ima slap a bitch who yells at me next." she said under her breath as she walked off pissed. She looked around the house and sighed. "IM GOING TO LOOK FOR A FUCKING ROOM! JACK ASS!" she said to Tony. She was fuming. She found a room and sighed as she set her stuff on the bed. She sat down and mumbled. "How am i supposed to get in a good shot if no one fucking distracts it." she said as she grabbed her ipad and headed to the desk, She started doing some commissions she had been paid for but had to put on hold do to this bullshit....She sighed as she spent hours there. She was so focused on her work, thanks to tony. Hours later she sighs as she finishes her work and then looks at her other messages, Most where asking for commissions, she sighs and texts back that she cant right now as shes going throw some stuff and will pick it up when she can. She then posts it on her SM profiles. She sighs and puts stuff away, after turning everything off but her phone. She quickly checks it and sends a few hearts to her one friend. She then texts her mom and sighs, and grabs a box of pocky. She nibbles on it as she thinks....</s>
<|message|>Reagan Kwan Batharam
Darya takes Tony's criticism in stride, hardly blinking. She recognizes that, although she'd been trying to localize the earthquake, his anger and concern for the safety of the others was well-founded. When he announces his plan for a training regiment, she let's a small, pleased smile slip through her stoic expression. He asks for more experienced campers to provide information, so she tries to catch his attention with a raised finger.
"Damien's insights hold true across to the Greek demigods. Unless we have proper training, it's almost impossible to control our powers. They vary based on the skills of our respective godly parents, but they often manifest differently among demigods. For example, Percy, another child of Poseidon, has very strong water-based powers, whereas mine are centered around earthquakes. My family had connections at Camp Half-Blood, so I was fortunate enough to have training from a young age, but many were not so privileged." She gestures to his eyes. "Would you care to inform us about 'hosts,' and where we are?"
At Artemis's outburst, she winces in secondhand embarrassment. Some people don't take criticism well.
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Reagan winces as Tony yells, but almost giggles nervously as Tony's frustration is directed at them. In hindsight, they wish they'd done more to distract the monster, but they'd protected the others, so they didn't regret their decision.
Tony calls for anyone who had been in camp for more than a few days, so Reagan starts towards him. With a timid smile, they offer, "Well, I don't have a whole lot of information that hasn't already been offered, but myself and other children of Hermes have a few safe-ish houses and cash stashes. As for powers and attracting monsters, we've all got quick instincts in battle and can read Ancient Greek, and our camp is protected from monsters by-" they cut off, unsure of how much they're allowed to reveal. "magic stuff?"</s>
<|message|>Llewellyn Baines
Llewellyn looks a bit sick, and it's only half because he's a jittery, adrenaline-filled wreck. There's something horribly familiar pulling at him from the earth, and he has a sinking feeling that he knows what it is.
The godly half of his parentage. His missing link. A strength that he never dared to think he might actually have.
But he wasn't claimed at the campfire. Maybe-
Maybe soon. He hopes so. Maybe being claimed will assuage the nauseating pull of power in his bones- or at least let him give name to it.
He barely hears Tony, caught up in a million racing thoughts. He nods blankly. What is he agreeing to? Something about staying out of the way. He can do that.
Gabriel looks almost startled, then his face drops into a scowl. He feels anger rising up his throat, and he snarls something in that other language. His eyes narrow to near slits, livid. "You really think I care-"
He cuts off, taking a ragged breath to calm himself. Focus. Stand tall but accept input. Voice low, he continues. "Don't lecture me on motive, skíthaus. I stayed by you so you could finish your portal and I could keep it away from the fucking-" he gestures vaguely- "fjandinn hafi það. Obelisk. Did you stop to think what would happen if it had destroyed it?"
"I am a son of Mars. I know I should've been up there. But we already had a competent enough distraction, and if you were going to sit idly by, undefended, working on a portal that the survival of half the group hinges on, then I'm going to prioritize you. It's called initiative for a fucking reason. I know what I'm doing."
Mouth twisted into a frown, he runs a hand through his hair. He inhales and exhales, calmer.
Gabriel stands tall, back straight, chin level- proud. He has every reason to be. "I'm a legionnaire of the Second Cohort. I have a handle on my powers and several years of experience under my belt. I can field questions or training, depending on demand."</s>
| <|message|>Ivy Douglas
J.R. lets Tony rant, indignation flashing across her features when he says she didn't have a weapon. "I didn't have the right weapon," she mutters. She sighs at Artemis's outburst. "I swear that girl's going to kill us all." She grins at Reagan's input about the children of Hermes, taking a mental note to talk to her half sibling about their powers and abilities. She wonders about the cash stashes and safe houses. Was it possible she took advantage of them without realizing? She approaches Reagan with quiet feet. She taps their shoulder, just enough movement to get their attention. "Hey. Find me later. We need to talk," she murmurs so only they can hear.
Ivy waits for Tony to calm down, frowning when he mentions her. She didn't have a plan, unless you call helping others a plan. She has no clue what her powers could be, all she knows is that she can heal. Hell, her mind is still reeling from the fact that her mother is a goddess. She listens to the more experienced demigods, wondering what would feed such a large group.</s> |
<|description|>Ivy Douglas
Age: 15
Appearance: her hair is shoulder-length when it's down
Godly parent: Tyche, goddess of luck
Powers: able to manipulate/ grant and foretell luck to a degree, incredible at games of chance and outwitting her opponents
Bio: Ivy's father was a gambler (slot machines) with problems after Tyche left back to Olympus, and eventually Ivy was taken away. She originally lived in New York, where she ran away from the foster system there. While looking for ways to obtain some more money, she accidentally fell into a shipping truck headed to San Francisco, CA, but she finally escaped at a point in the middle of nowhere near Camp Half Blood. She trekked to the closest civilization, and that is where the story begins.
Other: she always wears a golden necklace with a four leaf clover that was left by Tyche; she loves to gamble and loves to hustle
Theme song: Hollywood (Down on Your Luck) by Thin Lizzy</s>
<|message|>Devon Wraith
Devon closes his eyes, deep in concentration, and three Spartoi burst from the ground, readying their swords. He stands, drawing his scythe, and takes deep, measured breaths. The skeletons begin to attack him, and he weaves between their strikes and slashes, doing his best to feel their attacks, not just see them. He ducks and avoids the attacks, then spins his scythe, sweeping their legs out from under them, his hands and weapon glowing with purple/black flames.</s>
<|message|>Natalia Dracula (Or, Nat. Or Tasha)
Arty sighed as she washed the dishes and put everything up, Food in Tupperware containers and any other food stuff in the fridge pantry and such. She had no clue what was going on below as she finished the dishes, she looked around for anyone and sighed. "Welp....They missed out on a meal." she said as she got out the double chocolate carmal ice cream pop. She sighed as she took a bite and walked around. She want to the library and sighed. "Right now im supposed to be at the next anime expo....and now im here....What went wrong?" she asked as she sighed. She soon left the library finding nothing interesting she decided to head out for a bit....she left a note and grabbed her camera. She left the note on the fridge along with a note saying there was food.</s>
<|message|>Darya Bassio
With a shout, Darya breaks the choke-hold of the shabti, rolling out from its grasp and jumping to her feet. As Tony calls for the lunch break, the shabti stills, and Darya relaxes her stance. She glances at the commotion involving an unfamiliar golden-eyed girl, but with it seemingly under control, she shifts past the bunch and heads towards the kitchen. The note on the fridge pushes her back to her room instead, to an underlit fountain the size of a cat. Its mist throws a rainbow, which Darya slips a coin into and mutters her request.
"Oh Iris, goddess of the Rainbow, accept my offering. Artemis, daughter of Poseidon."
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The shabti's crescent kick catches the side of Reagan's head, and they stumble backwards, catching their footing quickly. Before they can retaliate, Tony calls for lunch, and the shabti shuts down. Reagan pulls off the protective gear and stretches, keeping an eye on the situation with the new girl. They grin at the slight chaos and shift to stretch the other leg.
There's a traveler, an outsider, nearby. Close.
It's a nagging feeling in their gut, like they've left the stove on again. They've felt it a couple times, mostly when a new camper is stumbling around the outside of camp. Without calling attention to themself, they casually start winding back towards the front door. Grabbing a thin windbreaker, they slip outside quietly and start in the general direction of the signal.</s>
<|message|>Ivy Douglas
Ivy sighs when Tony calls for lunch and relaxes. When the shabti headbutts her before stilling. She rubs her head and scowls at the doll. "Seriously? Just had to get the last hit." She sighs and starts to go to the kitchen when a new girl materializes. She winces when a blue-haired boy limps into the kitchen, then follows him. "Hey, you ok? That looked brutal." She looks around and frowns, counting one unaccounted for. The British girl perhaps? The nice one.
J.R. swings her leg over and kicks the shabti's head, having enough momentum to knock the dummy's center of attention off of her. She groans a bit when Tony calls for a lunch break and gets to her feet. She smirks a bit at the chaos of the new arrival and glances up to see her sibling slipping out of the door. She frowns faintly and silently slips into the background until she makes her way to the door. She slides smoothly into the crowds, keeping an eye on Reagan, mulling over what they could be doing.
"Sorry bout that!" The new girl calls after her accidental victim, a slight accent in her voice that would be hard to place. She grins and sheepishly rubs the back of her neck when addressed by an Irish dude. "Ah well, the name's Beni. I just got here; apparently I'm supposed to be here for some 'divine' business." Beni pauses a moment, then smiles. "Your like me, aren't you?" Her eyes glimmer a bright, shocking yellow. "Sekhmet. I do hope we didn't injure that poor mortal. It would be such a shame if his pretty face was bruised." Beni scowls as her eyes seem to dim. 'Behave yourself.' She sighs and shrugs a bit. "So much for a first impression. Sorry about her, she doesn't really know the meaning of manners."</s>
<|message|>Ryan Sawyer
Ryan followed through to the kitchen. Stopping by his room first to grab his bag of food. "So, lunch?" He said opening his bag to see what food he had left. Tossing bags of candy and chips around. Not really finding anything fit for lunch. He saw the notes on the fridge and sighed. He thought someone was missing during training but didn't really think about it.
He walked over to the pile of snacks strewn over the bench and grabbed a bag of corn chips. It may not have been healthy, but it would have to do. He was growing bored. Everything was coming to a standstill. He joined for the excitement of a quest, but so far they'd just been hanging out in some old house. He needed excitement. He thought as he ate a handful of chips.
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Ryan strolled over to the commotion with the new girl. "Divine Bussiness?" Ryan questioned, interjected into the conversation. "Sounds vague and unconvincing." He said. He pulled a cigarette from his pocket and put it to his lips. Snapping his fingers, the cigarette lit itself. Taking a drag, he blew the smoke out into the group. "Seems like the last thing this quest needs is more people. You can't seem to get anything down with the current amount of people. Too many moving parts." Ryan said before taking another drag from his cigarette.</s>
<|message|>Tony O'Harrah
Tony sighed as he heard the goddess talk " Well I guess I should let Sekhmet have a word". He said as his eyes glow orange [b][color=orange] " Hello Anat, you better not be here to cause trouble I will have you know my host is trying to run a tight ship, though he could let me kill someone every once in a while. "[/color [/b] Tonys then smiles at ryan " not at all my lad the more the merrier that just means people will have to try extra hard to be a team! " Tony cheerfully says. Tony then walks off to the kitchen and looks at the note Artemis left , frowning as he did he knew she wansnt accounted for when he did his head count but she now did not know the schedule. Shrugging he grabbed one of the chips Jason out out and began to eat.
Robin walked to the kitchen with Charlie on his shoulder and looked around then read the note everyone seemed to be reading. 'Apparently the blue haired girl went out for groceries ' he thought. He then looked around and saw one of the other girls do an iris message. 'probably trying to contact someone ' he thought and yawned softly. Robin then decided he would take a small nap before team building and went to his room and set an ten minute alarm on his old watch that had been his grandfathers then tell asleep.
Casper mentally smiled as he got a shoulder ride from the blue haired boy named Robin. After the kid had stopped to read a note Casper didn't really care about he hopped off and turned into a raven. Walking on the counter he stole a bag of chips and flew off to the couch. Turning into human form Casper flopped onto the couch and began to eat the chips, a cheddar flavor bag he believed to have gotten. Shrugging he ate the chips as he was hungry and watched the other demigods do their thing.
The young man walks around before stopping to ask directions. Though he got strange looks the young man who had introduced himself to the Australian local as Jesse began to walk throughout Sidney. Walking in the general direction of the nome Jesse got souvenirs as he walked through the Australian city.</s>
<|message|>Devon Wraith
Devon sinks to one knee, and growls under his breath. The ground around him begins trembling, hairline cracks slowly spreading across the grass. He wraps his hands around the scythe, and he mutters a prayer under his breath in Greek. "Father Hades, why did you send me here? I contribute nothing to the group, and only seem to put them in danger."</s>
<|message|>Natalia Dracula (Or, Nat. Or Tasha)
Arty Jumps as a face appears in the Water in the river she was near. She blinks as she frowns. "H-Hello?" she asks as she slowly crouches down and looks into the river. She blinks when she sees Darya's face. She then sighs. "What do i do?" she asks her as she tries poking her only to find water there. "And HOW?" she asks confused. She still had much to learn about demi gods and the camp.</s>
<|message|>Reagan Kwan Batharam
When Artemis's confused face shimmers into view, the thin line of Darya's mouth relaxes. Her eyes crinkle in amusement as Artemis's bewildered questions pour through the hazy Iris connection, and she holds up a finger to slow the rapid-fire interrogation.
"Hello. You don't have to do anything, per se. This is an Iris message. It's the main mode of communication for the demigods at Camp Half-Blood," she explains, speech stilted. Almost as if she's reading an email out-loud, she continues, "I saw your note. Would you care for company? Roaming monsters pose a serious threat to individual demigods, and considering the large group in which we are traveling, we're bound to attract a number of enemies." She pauses as a small tremor rumbles almost imperceptibly under her still-bare feet. Its origin is nearby, but it doesn't seem natural. Scooping up the fountain, she pads quietly back toward the source.
"Speak softly, sister. There may be a danger here." She catches a glimpse of Devon kneeling on the ground and watches him silently for a tick before she backs just out of sight and hearing. "Apologies. It was simply the son of the deep." Her attention returns to Artemis's misty reflection.
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Although Reagan had never visited Sydney, winding their way through the streets of the unfamiliar city is like meeting (another) half-sibling. No matter where they go, there's an undercurrent of familiarity that leads their feet down each path, a dance that their body can't forget. Without seeming to notice J.R. tailing them, they let curiosity be their guide, getting distracted by interesting-looking places and people.
The latter turns out to be the traveler that had driven him onto the streets in the first place. A head of white hair is unusual, especially paired with the heavy winter gear that hangs off his form awkwardly.
That has to be uncomfortable.
Reagan jogs lightly towards the boy as he peruses souvenirs. Really, the kid couldn't look more like a tourist if he tried.
"Hey! Where've you been, man? We've been looking for you," they call, slinging an arm over his shoulder casually. Praying the kid will play along, they turn to the shopkeeper.
"'Scuse us, sir! Sorry to take your time," they say, grimacing apologetically. They pointedly turn the other kid away, leading him to a busier street. As soon as the two are out of earshot, they drop their arm and back up, giving the other space.
"Sorry, but he was scamming you. They jack up prices for foreigners. Also, I think I can point you in the right direction, if you're looking for something specifically." They smile widely, gesturing in the direction of the nome.</s>
| <|message|>Ivy Douglas
Ivy sighs when Robin walks away from her. "So much for that." She goes to the kitchen and picks up a bag of chips before sitting on the counter. It turned out to be sour cream and onion, her favorite. She munches on the chips as she watches the chaos of the new, mysterious arrival unfold. She glances towards Devon and frowns. Had he done something?
J.R. keeps an eye on her sibling, wary of the seemingly misplaced tourist. What is Reagan doing with him? Is the kid even in the right place? Had they picked up on something that she didn't? She stays to the side and behind the two, praying to the gods that Reagan knows what they're doing bringing the boy to what seemed to be the nome. She flicks out a dagger, should the boy raise an alarm. Given their shared parentage, surely Reagan knows how to lie under pressure?
Beni's eyes glow, and Anat smirks. "I'm surprised you'd pick such an uptight host, Sekhmet. And as far as trouble goes, well I'd love to have a couple of these mortals as a partner in crime." She winks at Ryan, and Beni regains control. "That's enough out of you." She sighs and smiles apologetically at Ryan, then goes on to sit on a couch next to the kid that had just shifted from a raven form- that isn't normal for these people, is it?- and snacks on a beef jerky stick from her bag. "So how long have you guys been here?" she speaks brazenly around the food.</s> |
<|description|>Jason
Age: 17
Appearance:
Godly parent: Zeus
Powers: Electrokinesis, Aerokinesis and Atmokinesis
Zeus' children have command over the domain of heaven as their father is lord of the sky. Born to one of the Big Three, they are more powerful than normal demigods. In addition to natural leadership ability, they are known to possess great bravery and strength. They also have control over Electrokinesis and Aerokinesis. Electrokinesis can be used to control electricity, from being able to withstand powerful electric shocks that normal humans can't withstand to being able to summon lightning bolts. Aerokinesis can be used to control air and fly with practice.
Bio: TBR
Other: Jason is technically a legacy of Hephaestus since his mother is the daughter of a Child of Hephaestus, though he has yet to show any powers from that particular heritage.
Characters theme song:</s>
<|message|>Devon Wraith
Devon sees the portal, and spins his scythe, flames kindling in his hands and around his body. "Who is doing what, and should I kill something?" Shadows begin creeping over to him, and he shudders. "Does that happen to anyone else? Or am I an even bigger freak then I thought?" He frowns, and drags his scythe through the ground, leaving a sizzling grove behind him. His eyes burn when he sees the dracon, and he draws his scythe out of the pavement, and spins it in a protective field in front of him.</s>
<|message|>Ivy Douglas
Ivy tosses the blonde girl, Lily, one of her knives. "Here. Protect yourself." She looks around and checks on Tony and Artemis before observing the Dracon. She draws her knives with a frown, unsure if she can get between the scales, nevertheless the eyes.
J.R. helps Tony up. "Can you fight?" Her face is blank but her worry is betrayed by her voice. She looks at the monster, and she narrows her eyes. She looks around, and her eyes land on Theo's spear. "Could I borrow that?"</s>
<|message|>Darya Bassio
Darya spins on her heel at the roar and assesses the situation quickly. "Frontal assaults won't work, but if we can distract it, we should be able to buy Tony time," she mutters to herself. Glancing over her shoulder at the rest of the group, she calls, "We need to draw it away! Try flanking it!" She sheathes her sword and kneels, hands pressed to the earth.
The earth's crust is made of a number of plates, constantly shifting over and under each other upon an endless sea of molten rock. This fluctuation, the perpetual change, is what Darya calls on. From her perch on the North American plate, she asks it to tear.
The ground beneath the Drakon shakes, then splits. A several-meter-wide crack opens beneath the monster's right hind, aiming to trap its leg. Darya sways upright and takes up a defensive stance, face flushed and breathing heavily.
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Reagan's eyes dart from the Drakon to the unprepared members of their group. Not good. With an inhuman speed, they're suddenly between the other demigods and the monster. A small cylinder appears in their fingertips, and they pop it open to a Celestial bronze bo staff.</s>
<|message|>Llewellyn Baines
Llewellyn reels back in shock, eyes wide, and snaps his eyes to the monster. "What in the world is that-?!"
He's new. He's untrained and unarmed. He doesn't so much as know who his godly parent is.
He's so, so screwed.
After a quick mental analysis, Gabriel stands and moves back to Tony. He pulls a keychain out of his pocket; a little pewter-looking trinket the shape of a wolf's bust. He rolls it in his hand and it shifts to a shimmering golden sword, a hispaniensis gladius. The weight of it is comforting, and he can feel the way his father's combat gifts rush through his veins.
He speaks in a low voice, thick with a Scandinavian accent. "Keep going. Focus. I'll cover you."</s>
<|message|>Jason
Jason chortled as he drew his sword. Pointing it at the beast, as his free hand unclasped his messenger bag. The Kopis felt natural in his hand. Weight for him, it was nice, but it wasn't really his style. At least this fight would get them to fight as a team. Spinning the sword in his hand, began to take charge of the situation. The natural leadership of his parentage coming through. "Split into three teams. We don't have to win, just buy some time." Jason called to the assembled group. He moved around to the left of the creature, lightning beginning to crackle around his blade. "Those with environmental powers create a barrier. A ravine, a wall of fire, anything." He swung his sword at the Drakon, discharging the built up lightning. "You'll be playing defence, keeping it away from Tony." Jason leapt back to narrowly avoid a spurt of the corrosive venom. "Those with offensive powers, move around, and attack from the sides. You'll be less at risk of the acid spurts." Jason began swirling a disc of air in the palm of his left hand. "Those without combat powers, or weapons, stay out of the way, and help any of us who fall." He flicked out his left arm, letting the air disc to launch out and ricochet harmlessly off the scales. "Oh, and you two..." He pointed at the two who had bows and arrows. "It should go without saying, but use us as a distraction, and hit those eyes." He said pointing at the creature's eyes. This momentary break in concentration got Jason smacked across the field. Skidding to a halt about fifty metres away, face down in the dirt.</s>
<|message|>Tony O'Harrah
Tony's face beaded with sweat as he tried opening the portal . need help? Well you aren't getting any till I get my blood Tony snorted in disgust. ' Jesus Christ woman I'll give you the goddamn soda after we are done being attacked!' fine. Tomy gets a smile that could be either taken as gleeful or bloodthirsty or maybe even both as his eyes turn orange as he channels Sekhmet and opens the portal " Portals opened! " he calls out in a mixture of his and Sekhmets voices.
Damien rolled his eyes at the daughter of Poseidon who shouted about her archery ability , a person who was skilled at something wouldn't boast about their skill, if she was at camp Jupiter she would have had to scrub the armor till it shined like one of hazels gemstone. Damien then pulls back his bow two arrows knocked as he aims at the Drakon and fires. Pulling back his arrows before his two hit the drakon he fires another set. His first set he shot hit the monsters mouth and the second hit its left eye . " fuck yeah" he mutters and begins to knock three arrows when he gets hit " fuck never mind" he says weakly and then he hears Tony. Looking at the Egyptian host he takes off full Sprint and jumps into the portal.
Theo grunts when J.R. helps him up and grabs his shield " sorry this is kinda the thing that doesn't leave my side " he says a bit sheepishly but stern. Before he can say another thing he blocks a attack from the Drakon and grits his teeth as he begins to use his fear aura unconsciously his adrenaline activating it. Using it causes the drakon to hesitate for a split second and accidentally give everyone else a sense of unease. Using this open time frame he runs to the portal and jumps into it.</s>
<|message|>Devon Wraith
He glares at the one giving orders, and the ground around him begins cracking and shaking, the smell of fire and brimstone starting to fill the air. He raises his scythe, the blade glowing a deep purple, and it flares into black and violet flames. His off hand fills with black fire, and he tosses the large fireball at the drakon, sweeping his scythe at the monster, his weapon trembling as it tries to devour the monster. He grits his teeth, and runs into the portal, keeping his weapon between him and the drakon.</s>
<|message|>Natalia Dracula (Or, Nat. Or Tasha)
Arty looks around and then amis her arrow. "SOME ONE KEEP THIS FUCK BUSY FOR ME!!!" she said as she aimed. She shoot and cussed as she missed as it moved. She then took aim again....running around the beast. She aimed and dodged jumping up into the air as she nearly hit the eyes. "Fucking hell!" she screamed as she was slammed against another wall. The wall cracked behind her and she slid down. "Oh....shit i think i broke a few ribs there...." she winced as she aimed again, Shaking a bit as she was in massive massive of pain just breathing. She took short gasping breaths as she aimed....She lowered her bow as she winced. She then jumpped throw the portal as she had just noticed its presence.</s>
<|message|>Reagan Kwan Batharam
Darya whoops as Damien's shots hit. Realizing that their battle needs to wrap up quickly, she kneels once more. The same tremble as before runs through the earth, and she forces the crack to close, hopefully trapping the Drakon's leg in the process. She jumps up, almost falls immediately, and shakes her head to clear it. With a backwards glance at her half-sister, she runs through the portal.
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Reagan hears Tony's shout and glances over their shoulder. They dart over to Jason and help him up however he'll allow. "Come on, we've gotta go!" Once he's up, Reagan spins abruptly and rushes to the portal. Just before going through, they stop briefly to make sure that everyone is following. Satisfied, they leap through.</s>
<|message|>Llewellyn Baines
Gabriel hums, amused, at Jason.
So the new kid thinks himself a leader and a battle strategist.
Is he trained? Has he learned how to fight? Or is he another pretentious, lost child who holds himself in such high esteem that he'd ignore obvious seniority for the sake of what he might think could be called "heroism?"
Maybe he, a child of Mars, the god of war, is just salty.
Maybe he, a member of the second cohort of Camp Jupiter, is just bitter.
Maybe he, who has trained for the last three years of his life in any manner possible to prepare for battle alongside his campmates and his siblings, is just overthinking it. Right?
He gives a derisive scoff.
But there'll be time for that later. He dives through the portal behind Tony, rolling to his feet with his sword at the ready, eyes narrowed in a glare as he scans around them for danger.
Llewellyn takes a step back, then another towards the portal before Theo's aura hits him. He shudders, and the ground around their group trembles.
A shaky breath in and out. He plants his feet, feeling something strange in the earth almost call to him, and his expression falters.
He shakes his head and jumps into the portal.</s>
<|message|>Ivy Douglas
J.R. huffs softly in amusement when Theo tells her that the razor-edged shield doesn't leave his side. She should've known better than to depend on someone else for the moment. She watches the drakon for a moment, anticipating its movements. When the beast turns its back, she sprints through the portal, allowing her boots to give her a bit of a boost. When she reaches the other side, she scans her surroundings with a keen eye.
Ivy looks at the blonde girl, who seems to be unprotected. "Run! I'll cover you! Go!" She urges the girl, silently praying that her ordinary daggers are enough of a distraction should it come to that. She thanks every god she can think of when the drakon turns away, distracted by something. She grabs the girl's hand and sprints for the portal. She pushes her through before going through herself. When they're through she pauses. "It was Lilith, right?" she pants.</s>
<|message|>Lilith Petra Fader
Lilith was looking at the knife she caught which Ivy had thrown to her which was a surprise because as it flew through the air she was sure it was going to strike her. Then before she could form a plan Ivy says "Run! I'll cover you! Go!"
Lily had never had to fight a day in her life and her dad had always surrounded her with the type of men and women that just looked at any threat to her person and it ran or melted away.
I don't know how to fight and from the looks of it and the way most legends and myths work I am either going to be the victim or an anchor that holds them back, she thought and the helplessness of it made her angry at herself but before she could do something about it Ivy grabbed her hand and started dragging her towards the portal then through it.
Once they were on the other side Ivy asked "It was Lilith, right?" she panting
"Hi hi, my name is Lilith; Lilith Fader but most people call me Lily she answered blushing.
She offered Ivy her dagger back saying in a soft gentle tone colored a bit by her voice unconsciously seeking to impress on Ivy how truly sorry she was "I'm so sorry I was useless, I've never even seen an act of violence before except on the TV. I promise this will be the last time I am a burden"</s>
| <|message|>Jason
Jason welcomed the aid to his feet. Glancing between the monster and the portal. He winced as he tried to move his left arm. Having done some damage to it in the fall. He glanced around to see who was still on this side of the portal only to realise he was the only one left. Sheathing his sword, he ran for it. He leapt over a swipe of the monster's tail, and rolled over his hurt shoulder, wincing in pain, only to grab his bag of food which he had put down when the fight started. "Fuck." He was wheezing. Having had the wind knocked out of him, and with a dislocated shoulder, he was pushing himself to keep running towards the portal. The only issue was, his manoeuvring had placed the beast between him and the portal. Which did well to allow the others a window to escape, but meant his job was this much harder. "Fuck." He swore again. Realising how dire the situation was. Trying to think of a plan before they closed the portal was hard, with the pain throbbing from his shoulder.
Using his good arm, he tossed his food bag under the beast, using a gust of wind to carry it through the portal.
Jason took a step back and dropped to one knee. Trying to suck air into his burning lungs as he continued to overexert his body. "Fuck" He said again, now with a plan in mind, just not one he enjoyed. Rising to his feet, he ran. Dropping to his knees, he power slid under the monster, jumping into the air after he had cleared it. This was the part that it all hinged on. Lacking the energy to do much else, he had to get hit.
Just as he expected, Jason was smashed by the tail whip from the monster, the momentum sending him through the portal. "You can close the portal now. I think that's everyone." He said in a weak voice, lying on his back. Trying to force a smile on his face, but failing to the massive amounts of pain racking his body.</s> |
<|description|>Ryan Sawyer
Age: 17 (23)
Appearance:
Godly Parent: Odin, God of War and Death, God of Poetry and Wisdom, God of Magic and Divination, The All-Father
Powers: Mystiokinesis, Odikinesis & Necromancy
Enhanced Strength: Einherjar have increased strength from when they where alive.
Einherjar Immortality - While within Hotel Valhalla, einherjar cannot die, but will be resurrected after gaining a mortal wound.
Enhanced Agility: Einherjar are more agile than when they were alive.
Hebekinesis: Due to technically being dead, Einherjar can not age.
Bio: Ryan has been tasked with keeping an eye on this questing group and their so-called prophecy. Basically every time a prophecy comes up about fire and brimstone, the Norse Gods get a little antsy about it, because it might be Ragnarök. So, they sent Ryan to keep an eye on this specific one to make sure they don't end up causing the end of the world or killing all the Gods.
Other:
Characters theme song: Work in Progress Spotify Playlist</s>
<|message|>Devon Wraith
Redacted</s>
<|message|>Darya Bassio
Darya bobs her head in acknowledgment of the schedule, then approaches her assigned shabti. As the practice begins, she holds in a slow, steady pattern with the shabti, focusing on learning the basics as best as she can. She pauses to retie her hair, gaze drifting among the other training matches. It falls on Devon, and she studies him for a second before turning away. With a start, she realizes Artemis is not among them. Her brow furrows, but without knowledge of where her half-sister might be, Darya decides to continue sparring.
I'll look for her during lunch, she decides. With a deep breath, she shifts back into training.
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Reagan carefully skirts Casper as they make their way over to their allotted shabti. With a quick bow, they quickly begin sparring, pausing only to adjust form or grab a drink. They quickly fall back into their training, letting muscle memory guide their movements. The shabti aims a roundhouse at their chest, which they deflect, only to be pushed back by a spinning back kick. A grin briefly splits their face, and they bounce back, grin disappearing just as quickly as it had appeared.</s>
<|message|>Devon Wraith
Redacted</s>
<|message|>Ivy Douglas
Ivy stays out of everyone else's way to the best of her ability, flinching at Casper's struggles, until she reaches her assigned shabti beside Ryan's. The statue comes for her with a sidekick, and the match begins. Ivy's street instincts come in, and she dodges fairly easily. The shabti keeps striking at her, and Ivy maneuvers around it until she attacks back. She throws a front kick to the groin and an elbow for the jaw, proceeding to trip the shabti when she gets socked in the stomach. She exhales sharply, then smirks and retaliates. She notices her newfound friend, Artemis, was missing, and then remembered what she had yelled earlier.
J.R. approaches her shabti with casual caution, unsure of what to expect from the doll. She crouches a little and feints. The shabti tries to take her down, and they wrestle. She grins in satisfaction when she gets top and pins the shabti, then a few minutes later grunts in pain as her arm is being bent back. "Damn rubber," she huffs.
A young woman huffs in frustration as she seems to argue with herself. After glancing around and determining there are no witnesses, her eyes glow for a moment and she seems to walk for a bit before disappearing into thin air. "Hey, where did Beni go?" the coach wonders as Beni appears in front of a very pissed and seemingly resilient guy with dark blue hair. Robin. She blocks his strike and sidekicks him fiercely in the stomach and uppercuts his chin. After a flurry of strikes, she gets him in a chokehold, before pausing and looking at her victim. "You alright there, bud?"</s>
<|message|>Lilith Petra Fader
Lilith felt more lost than she'd ever felt in her entire life as she watched all the others make friends so quickly and adapt to this new life her grandmother had told her that she must. As a result she just did as she often did when her dad was the center of attention and faded into the background.
But toady she had to fight and even though a part of her wanted to hide she did and was quickly humiliated
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Des Loved the fact that the toy they let her use didn't feel pain and that she could do things to it that in sparring she dare not with a living being. She gouged eyes, slashed at it's crotch; she fought like and animal but a clever one and when it seemed she'd lose instead of surrender she let herself go becoming a snarling animal.</s>
<|message|>Jason
Jason squared off against the Shabti. "Come on." HE said gesturing for the training to start. Only to have to immediately doge to the left to prevent his head from being bashed in. Throwing a punch of his own, resulting in the Son of Zeus being thrown over the Shabti's shoulder. Landing flat on his back, he found a foot hovering over his head. Jason sighed as the Shabti relaxed and prepared to go again when Jason was ready.
Making his way back to his feet, he began to shift his weight from foot to foot. Gently rocking backwards and forwards. Trying to get a feel for the Movements of the martial art.
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Ryan took to the Martial Art easily. Mostly because he was morphing it with the styles of fighting he had studied in Hotel Valhalla, and when he was alive. For a while, he held his own. Until the Shabti adapted to incorporate his unique style, and force him to focus more on Krav Maga. After suffering a flurry of blows that ended with a kick to the side of his knee. Ryan heard his knee pop. Wincing in pain, he backed away. The Shabti stopped as it realised it had gone too far on this one. Ryan waved it off. Limping off to the side of the room, to lean against a wall. "Fuck." He pulled a cigarette from his pocket and lighted it. Taking a drag, he gritted his teeth as he placed his hands either side of his knee. A sharp push, and a pop, and Ryan had popped his knee back into its socket. Pushing off the wall to put some weight back on it. He winced as pain arched up through his leg, but it held the weight. Raising his other leg to put all his weight on the recently dislocated knee, he did a couple of test hops to make sure it was fine. Despite still harbouring some pain, he would be able to continue the practice.</s>
<|message|>Robin Ignis
Tony sparred with the shabti until he sensed another host. Looking up he saw a black girl flip robin.
Looking at the time Tony called out " lunch break! " he said smiling and began to walk over to robin and the new girl. Seeing Ryan get hurt he called upon the power of Sekhmet just enough to heal it to a point where it wouldn't hurt. He then walked over to the girl and Robin and after pulling Robin up like the boy was a feather he looked at the girl. " now lassy who are you we've been here for three days and I haven't seen you " he said his Irish accent making three sound like tree. His eyes also narrowed as he sensed the girl was a host as well.
Robin yelped as suddenly he was beat the shit out of and put in a chokehold. Panicking as he thought someone was attacking him on purpose he heated his body up to the point of burning so the person would let go of him. Once being dropped he coughed and cooled down until he saw a shadow over him. " I would rather not be beaten up anymore" he groaned ,but then sighed in relief as it was Tony pulling him up. Nodding his thanks Robin flashed the girl a dirty look and then hobbled away for lunch.
Casper was currently gritting his teeth in pain as the shabti put him in a triangle. Making a sound like that of a strangled cat Casper lifted the shabti and slammed it into the ground loosening the hold. Quickly scrambling up the shabti Casper put it in a kamora finally winning one round. Then once he heard Tony call out a lunchbreak the shabti shut down. Casper then got up and saw Tony talking to a girl who had flipped poor Robin. Walking up he studied the girl he noticed her eyes were gold almost like a lions smiling when he got an idea he then said dryly " Guess we know where they keep the lions". After that he turned around and chuckled to himself before turning into a red panda and walking with robin to the kitchen for lunch break.
A young man was given awkward glances as he walked throughout Australia in gear made for heavy winter. His dad had told him to find the mansion looking building which was weird as his dad never talked to him. Though to be fair his dad seemed busy being the North Wind also living in Canada posed a problem too.</s>
<|message|>Devon Wraith
Devon closes his eyes, deep in concentration, and three Spartoi burst from the ground, readying their swords. He stands, drawing his scythe, and takes deep, measured breaths. The skeletons begin to attack him, and he weaves between their strikes and slashes, doing his best to feel their attacks, not just see them. He ducks and avoids the attacks, then spins his scythe, sweeping their legs out from under them, his hands and weapon glowing with purple/black flames.</s>
<|message|>Natalia Dracula (Or, Nat. Or Tasha)
Arty sighed as she washed the dishes and put everything up, Food in Tupperware containers and any other food stuff in the fridge pantry and such. She had no clue what was going on below as she finished the dishes, she looked around for anyone and sighed. "Welp....They missed out on a meal." she said as she got out the double chocolate carmal ice cream pop. She sighed as she took a bite and walked around. She want to the library and sighed. "Right now im supposed to be at the next anime expo....and now im here....What went wrong?" she asked as she sighed. She soon left the library finding nothing interesting she decided to head out for a bit....she left a note and grabbed her camera. She left the note on the fridge along with a note saying there was food.</s>
<|message|>Darya Bassio
With a shout, Darya breaks the choke-hold of the shabti, rolling out from its grasp and jumping to her feet. As Tony calls for the lunch break, the shabti stills, and Darya relaxes her stance. She glances at the commotion involving an unfamiliar golden-eyed girl, but with it seemingly under control, she shifts past the bunch and heads towards the kitchen. The note on the fridge pushes her back to her room instead, to an underlit fountain the size of a cat. Its mist throws a rainbow, which Darya slips a coin into and mutters her request.
"Oh Iris, goddess of the Rainbow, accept my offering. Artemis, daughter of Poseidon."
~
The shabti's crescent kick catches the side of Reagan's head, and they stumble backwards, catching their footing quickly. Before they can retaliate, Tony calls for lunch, and the shabti shuts down. Reagan pulls off the protective gear and stretches, keeping an eye on the situation with the new girl. They grin at the slight chaos and shift to stretch the other leg.
There's a traveler, an outsider, nearby. Close.
It's a nagging feeling in their gut, like they've left the stove on again. They've felt it a couple times, mostly when a new camper is stumbling around the outside of camp. Without calling attention to themself, they casually start winding back towards the front door. Grabbing a thin windbreaker, they slip outside quietly and start in the general direction of the signal.</s>
<|message|>Ivy Douglas
Ivy sighs when Tony calls for lunch and relaxes. When the shabti headbutts her before stilling. She rubs her head and scowls at the doll. "Seriously? Just had to get the last hit." She sighs and starts to go to the kitchen when a new girl materializes. She winces when a blue-haired boy limps into the kitchen, then follows him. "Hey, you ok? That looked brutal." She looks around and frowns, counting one unaccounted for. The British girl perhaps? The nice one.
J.R. swings her leg over and kicks the shabti's head, having enough momentum to knock the dummy's center of attention off of her. She groans a bit when Tony calls for a lunch break and gets to her feet. She smirks a bit at the chaos of the new arrival and glances up to see her sibling slipping out of the door. She frowns faintly and silently slips into the background until she makes her way to the door. She slides smoothly into the crowds, keeping an eye on Reagan, mulling over what they could be doing.
"Sorry bout that!" The new girl calls after her accidental victim, a slight accent in her voice that would be hard to place. She grins and sheepishly rubs the back of her neck when addressed by an Irish dude. "Ah well, the name's Beni. I just got here; apparently I'm supposed to be here for some 'divine' business." Beni pauses a moment, then smiles. "Your like me, aren't you?" Her eyes glimmer a bright, shocking yellow. "Sekhmet. I do hope we didn't injure that poor mortal. It would be such a shame if his pretty face was bruised." Beni scowls as her eyes seem to dim. 'Behave yourself.' She sighs and shrugs a bit. "So much for a first impression. Sorry about her, she doesn't really know the meaning of manners."</s>
| <|message|>Ryan Sawyer
Ryan followed through to the kitchen. Stopping by his room first to grab his bag of food. "So, lunch?" He said opening his bag to see what food he had left. Tossing bags of candy and chips around. Not really finding anything fit for lunch. He saw the notes on the fridge and sighed. He thought someone was missing during training but didn't really think about it.
He walked over to the pile of snacks strewn over the bench and grabbed a bag of corn chips. It may not have been healthy, but it would have to do. He was growing bored. Everything was coming to a standstill. He joined for the excitement of a quest, but so far they'd just been hanging out in some old house. He needed excitement. He thought as he ate a handful of chips.
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Ryan strolled over to the commotion with the new girl. "Divine Bussiness?" Ryan questioned, interjected into the conversation. "Sounds vague and unconvincing." He said. He pulled a cigarette from his pocket and put it to his lips. Snapping his fingers, the cigarette lit itself. Taking a drag, he blew the smoke out into the group. "Seems like the last thing this quest needs is more people. You can't seem to get anything down with the current amount of people. Too many moving parts." Ryan said before taking another drag from his cigarette.</s> |
<|description|>Biance Blackwald
Age: 18
Crest: Love
Appearance:
Bio: With a stern glower and quick wit, Biance Blackwald definitely gives off an air of survivalism. The daughter of a careless military brat and a serial gambler, Biance has never had it easy. Not to mention that she was effectively abandoned when the money got a little too tight for her parents' liking, and their reckless, careless attitudes got the better of them. So, Biance hit the streets and learned to survive the best way she could. This put her on the wrong side of the law, however, which culminated in an evasive demeanor and a distrust for authority. She now wanders far and wide, trying to stay under the radar and get enough money to stay alive and moving.
Biance makes her way in life by using her allure to get what she wants. As such, and having lived on the streets most of her life, she's skilled in evasion, charm, and minor intrusions. Her ability to read and quickly adjust to situations are second-to-none, but she's not one to put her life on the line needlessly.
She's not one for useless pleasantries either, nor cordial double talk or opulence, finding them revolting. Without having to work for something, she believes one doesn't deserve it, and considers herself a hard realist. (Although she can be a bit more pessimistic and cynical than that.) If you can't get yourself out of a situation you got yourself into, it's your fault. However, her strictly-business demeanor hides the roots of turmoil. Most of her money has been earned through compensated dating, which at times serves to support her general distaste for business types.
Name:
Personality: An arrogant, domineering Digimon who stakes a claim of being superior to others.
Stage- Baby
Species: Fufumon
Attribute: Data
Technique-
1: Little Iron Spikes
Stage- In-Training
Species: Kyokyomon
Attribute: Data
Technique-
1: Metal Straw
Stage- Rookie
Species: Ryudamon
Attribute: Data
Technique-
1: Iaijin
2: Kabutogaeshi
Special: Bushikatagi
Stage- Champion
Species: Raptordramon
Attribute: Data
Technique-
1: Ambush Crunch
2: Crash Charge
Stage- Ultimate
Species: MetalGreymon X
Attribute: Vaccine/Virus
Technique-
1: Trident Arm VER9.9
2: Giga Destroyer
3: Metal Slash
Stage- Mega
Species: Gaiomon
Attribute: Virus
Technique-
1: Rinkazan
2: Rinkageki
3: Gaia Reactor
Other: Hex- c04622
VO: E- Wendy Powell J- Nobuhiko Okamoto
Other: VO: E- Cherami Leigh J- Ami Koshimizu
Hex- 9e005d</s>
<|message|>Montegomery Freemont
Monty rubbed his side, groaning as he sat up. "D'ow, shit, I think I fell on a rock!" he grimaced as he looked around. Man, there aren't any woods near my house! Where are we?
One of them was shouting a lot, now, and swearing, also alot. He couldn't help but hear some of the conversation, He pointed at- "Bianca", he thought, "Hey, who are you calling 'kids', huh? I'll bet you hassle guys like me outside the 7-11 to buy you beer!"
Crossing his arms across his chest, with a stern expression, directed at the one doing all the cursing, "And as for you, Princess Potty-Mouth, the name is Montegomery; friends call me Monty, for short. If I let you keep it short, you think you can pronounce it without saying 'fuck' at least twice?" He looked a bit sheepish, suddenly, and looked away as he muttered under his breath, "Shouldn't have said that..."
He made a move to help one of the others up, "I don't recall any truck, myself; I was just walking down the sidewalk, and before I realized what was going on, I was falling through... I guess it was like a tunnel, or something? No clue how it could have opened up in the sky, though... Maybe we're in a park, or something?"
After whoever it was that he helped was standing, he held his own head, a look of worry on his face, "ugh, how'm I going to explain this, at work?"</s>
<|message|>Kougawa Ando
"...Ugh." Ando rubbed his temples as he staggered to his feet. What happened exactly? He remembered the locker room, the team captain throwing a punch at him, and then... the bright golden ring! And then... falling, a lot of falling, and a lot of swirling colors, like a rainbow tunnel? Hard to describe, hard to think. Now there were voices, obnoxious-sounding voices that sounded like they belonged to a handful of annoying people. He pinched the bridge of his nose a moment, trying his hardest to block out the distractions so he could hear himself think.
Is this some kind of nature park? Ando's first instinct was to retrieve his cellphone from the backpack that had fallen through the ring with him. He flipped it open, and it still turned on. Cell service? Nothing? He shut the phone off, clearly it wasn't going to be of any help right now. That meant the only thing left to do was at least get his bearings. Ando looked up, wanting to figure out the sun's position so he could least figure out which way North was. Once he had a decent enough idea of that, he decided to take better stalk of the surroundings.
A clearing in some woods? Wait, woods? Was this part of a park or was it outside the city limits? Either way, this meant he pretty far from his district, which would only mean he was going to be late getting back. That was just wonderful. His father didn't tolerate tardiness, or anything really that wasn't exactly on schedule. He was a perfectionist like that, which meant that Ando was in for some fiery lecturing when he got home. And still the voices of these strangers was irritating him. Finally he looked in their direction, unable to stop himself glaring at them as if shooting daggers out of his eyes.
He didn't stay anything yet. His glare was focused primarily on the bickering young women, who were proving to be the most annoying of the bunch right now. Then he just shook his head, "Use your heads for something other headbutting each other." his tone was snappy, and he obviously sounded like he was in no mood to deal with anyone and their annoying quirks, "There's no cell service. I'm guessing that means we're all equally far away from where we're supposed to be. Honestly all it takes is a moment to check your surroundings you could have figured that out for yourselves." he rubbed his temples, as if this was physically giving him a headache. It was like he'd died and ended up in his own personal hell or something.
No... The only way this would be Hell is if he were locked in his father's office and chained to a desk with him standing over Ando like a demonic taskmaster. But whatever this was, he needed to figure out how to reverse it. Which meant he was stuck for now, and stuck with these... people, by the looks of it. "How vexing."</s>
<|message|>Elizabeth "Beth" Azurine
Elizabeth eyes slowly but surely open up and find herself in a world that is not hers. This is a dream? This is heaven? Or Hell? Beth pinch herself, ok, this is not a dream. Beth check her pulse to see if she is dead and she feel a heartbeat, good, she is not dead either but one question still remain...What is this place? First she was in the wood right next to her house and then the next she in...Well, she is still in the woods but trees are in the different color, included the sky, let's just Beth hope and pray that she is not the only one here but who she kidding? She probably is only one, all alone...But this horrible thought turns out to be false when she hear other people talk, with no time to hurry, she gets up, grab her suite case and speed walk toward the talking.
When Elizabeth finally made it where the noises are, she spot three, no, four people! There two girls, one with purple hair and the other with goggles on her head, and two guys, one with glasses and the other freckles! Without hesitation, Beth pop out of the bushes and excitedly walk toward the strangers "Oh thank god! I thought I was the only one here! I thought I was going to be alone in these wood, nobody but my thoughts, slowly going crazy and then make friend, who will be a rock, named Wilson-" Beth finally stops herself from talking even more and then calm herself down "...Ahem..Hi! My name is Elizabeth" Beth happily say to the strangers</s>
<|message|>Jin (Jinayah) Takahashi
Jin groaned as she picked herself off the ground. "What the hell was that.." She mumbled, checking herself all over. Now she was even more bruised and dirty. Fantastic. She quickly realized she wasn't in Tokyo anymore, and slowly approached the other people who, from the looks of it, were just as lost as she was.
There were two catty looking girls arguing with each other, one guy yelling at them, another guy standing there looking pissed and holding his head, and one irritatingly cheery girl who'd done the dumbest thing and introduced herself to a bunch of strangers like someone cared.
"No one cares what your name is." She managed to say, before brushing leaves off her backside. Then she started to walk, determined to get out of the trees and to somewhere where she could at least see civilization. She already missed the city.</s>
<|message|>Biance Blackwald
She didn't quite know what she was expecting, but it probably wasn't this. Biance was practically swarmed by the majority of the group. Well, it'd be more apt to say that she was being addressed by a few more people at once than she had wanted. No matter, she would deal. She rolled her eyes and extended her hand in a dismissive manner, choosing now to address each individual one at a time.
The boy in glasses was the first to be addressed, "Listen sweetie," she began, her voice dripping with a false saccharin tone, "First off; what I do with my head is my business. I doubt you have enough money to change my mind. More importantly- I have... no idea what you're talking about space cadet. But thanks for the weather report, captain obvious," she continued, her tone gathering more sarcasm as she went.
Biance then turned to the blonde girl who seemed to be speaking English. She gave a bemused smile with half-lidded eyes, and reached out with her hand, curling her index finger and bringing it just below the other girl's chin.
"You don't get out much, do you?" Biance more stated than asked, "Do yourself a favor and hang back- let me handle things, okay?"
Her final remark would have sounded kind, were it not smeared with a coating of derision. She passed her eyes over the scene once more, and promptly did a double-take in shock. This was probably the weirdest thing yet. One of the other girls, just... standing there in stark silence, looked eerily similar to Biance herself. Their eyes were almost the exact same color, as was her hair, which was styled in a way that she could easily pull off. But what was most chilling was the difference in posture. It was like looking in a warped, frosted mirror. Despite being almost the same age, she looked drained to an extent that made her look almost dead of old age, completely devoid of vitality. It almost froze Biance's heart solid in fear.
She was snapped out of her stupor when she noticed the girl with the fashionable red jacket walking away. Her instincts kicked in as she lashed out verbally.
"Fine, get yourself lost- more lost. Less work for me to do," she called out, waving in half-hearted salutation, before taking a quarter turn away from the crowd, and letting out an exasperated sigh with her hand in her face.</s>
<|message|>Elizabeth "Beth" Azurine
"Oh!...Um..I was just introducing-...Ok, sorry" after saying that, Beth feel rather disappointed. finally meeting someone that is what she looks like her age, the girl with purple jacket just brush Beth off in the meanest way. Did Beth did something wrong? What did she do to make this girl hate her all sudden? Maybe her mother was right, maybe Beth wasn't ready to go out into the real world....Whatever this world is.
Beth was almost about to retreat into the bushes until the other stranger, the purple hair one, walks toward her, Beth was about to say hi to her but then, all sudden, the purple stranger reach out with her hand, curling her index finger and bringing it just below the Beth's chin. While Beth cheeks turn red, the purple stranger ask her if she don't get out much, Beth try to say to form some words but all she could say was some ums and ers. Purple then tell Beth to hang back and let her handle things, "Ummmm, Er, Ok!" Beth awkwardly say</s>
<|message|>Shan Malik
Among the bickering stood - or rather, sat - a very, very still man. He had made no sound besides the impact of his body hitting the ground, and he barely moved since then. Given his blank expression and how long it took for him to shift his legs into a proper sitting position, or even blink, there was a good chance he hadn't even registered what had happened to him at first. Even now, as he began to stir, eyes wandering from one speaker to another, he looked off - sleep deprived, or perhaps just high. Which was more than just a little uncomfortable to consider given the conversation at hand.
As he listened to the group, three things became clear:
1. Everyone here is either an asshole, as maladjusted as I am, or both.
2. My head hurts too much for me to be high.
3. I wish I were high.
This might've been the most exciting day of his life had he been ten years younger. New people, new place, time away from home. There was that girl - Elizabeth - who had the sort of excitement he might've once had. He feels bad, but he says nothing. As it was, it was a headache, it didn't make sense, and he wanted to go back to sleep.
It's not long until he's just staring at his own shoes while the others continued their bickering. Dread fills his stomach and his mind aches. He registers footsteps getting further away - someone is leaving, or at least putting some distance between themself and the group. He decides to follow suite, avoiding eye contact and pocketing his hands as he walks in the opposite direction.</s>
| <|message|>Biance Blackwald
The longer the youths stood in the forest clearing, the more apparent it would become that this was far from a normal place. The sky looked like a mat painting with tiny black flecks stuck in it, stretching to the horizon. Those heading towards the trees could notice a few odd things. Firstly, what appeared to be a plastic molding was set around the base of each tree, and on further inspection, the angles of the branches all seemed identical, as if all the trees were the same, just rotated slightly.
Another strange feature, though hidden in the underbrush, were oversized, loose cables lying on the ground, capped with colorful ends, making them look like giant AV cables that came from nowhere nearby. Something that those entering the woods, and moving away from the voices of the others, would notice soon enough was the strange silence. Despite being a deep forest, there was neither the sound of birds, nor running water, nor the rustling of creatures in the leaves, or even the buzzing of insects.</s> |
<|description|>Montegomery Freemont
Age: 21
Crest: Reliability
Appearance: Shoulder length wavy dark brown hair, combed back, blue eyes, freckles, black t-shirt under a denim jacket. blue jeans, black steel toed boots. Broad shoulders, lean but non athletic build, stands about 5'9". High cheek bones, clean shaven.
Bio:
"Monty", as friends called him, didn't have a childhood that was particularly good or bad, his over-protective father was too eager to make excuses for him, and, he took it to heart. Nothing was ever his fault, and he carried that attitude into his teen years.
He didn't take much of anything seriously; he always shirked his chores around the house, He had a gold fish graveyard in the backyard, and struggled in school. It wasn't for lack of learning; he always managed to pull through and move up a grade like normal. He just didn't take it seriously, and had an answer for everything. That was something he had in common with his father, his mother couldn't help but notice.
His parents fought a lot, and eventually, his dad's answer to his marital troubles was to leave. Monty thought he'd go live with him, eventually, but, he always had a reason why now wasn't a good time. By age 15, after a difficult conversation with his mom, and 2 years of his dad's excuses, he decided his dad wasn't the kind of man he wanted to be.
He managed to graduate high school on time, but, his mom got sick. So, thinking on what he thought his dad might do, he did the opposite and stuck around. She insisted she'd be fine with a live-in caregiver, but he wouldn't hear it. She'd need additional financial support, even with insurance, so, he got a job, and has been working ever since, occasionally struggling with decisions, fearful of taking a "wrong turn" and letting people down. He still messes up, sometimes, and is very hard on himself when he does. Sometimes, he actually creates problems for himself, pursuing objectives beyond the point where others would have, reasonably, cut their losses and let it go, just to prove to himself that he's better than his father.
My DigimonPersonality: A grounded sort; when Monty starts beating himself up, or overreacting, Terriermon talks him back down to reality.
Stage- Baby
Species: Poyomon
Attribute:Data
Technique- (Max 1)
1:Bubble
Stage- In-Training
Species:Gummymon
Attribute: Free
Technique- (Max 1)
1: Double Bubble
Stage- Rookie
Species:Terriermon
Attribute:Data
Technique- (Max 2, usually 1)
1:Terrier Punch
Stage- Champion
Species:Wendigomon
Attribute:Virus
Technique- (Max 3, typically 2)
1:Koko Crusher
2:Cable Crusher
Stage- Ultimate
Species:Andiramon
Attribute:Virus
Technique- (Max 3)
1: Arm Bomber
Stage- Mega
Species: Duftmon
Attribute:Vaccine
Technique- (Max 3)
1: Black Aura Blast</s>
<|message|>Biance Blackwald
A soft electrical crackle brought a blue tint to the otherwise soothing yellow glow that seemed to emanate from everywhere. Blue branches of lightning reached out, tearing a gap in space, as a large and radiant, yet beastly figure appeared.
"Welcome back brother Cherubimon," a demure voice spoke from behind a panel, observing various monitors, "What news from the world below?"
Beside this figure, with elegant golden wings and a hood of fur over its eyes, were a host of lean, clawed beings in armor with smokey wings. The shimmering Cherubimon floated closer to the panel, letting out a soft, low breath, before restoring his placid gaze.
"The rebels grow more violent. I shall report to the Father," Cherubimon's melodious voice answered.
Giving a nod to the silent guardians, Cherubimon drifted forth into the golden aether, and towards a barrier which until then seemed not to be there.
"Brother, your eyes," offered the monitor.
Giving a thankful nod, and a gracious smile, Cherubimon brought his great ears over his eyes, and with a flash, his eyes and brow became bond with a cross of his golden inscribed rings which previously sat neatly at the base of his ears. Another crackle of lightning later, and he was gone.
---
When Cherubimon reappeared, he was met with a figure in radiant armor, backed with ten blazing wings. High above, the radiant sky itself seemed to shimmer, sending a rippling wave of light down along towards the horizon and into the vast golden lightscape below.Both the armored figure and Cherubimon were witness to an unspoken voice.
With this, a building sound began to roar from down below, shaking the very firmament around them in a fierce tremor. Both the armored figure and Cherubimon were compelled to join the call, until the silence returned. The blazing one turned to his brother, extending a hand of camaraderie. Cherubimon returned the gesture, before beginning his harmonious report.
"The rebellion grows vicious my brother. Our defenses are holding, but an attack is inevitable. Moreover, I fear for those below. Such an assault brings heartbreaking suffering."
"Indeed. Something must be done," the armored one answered in a soft voice.
There was then a moment of silence that seemed to last an eternity, before anyone spoke again.
"Contact our brothers on the outside. The Zenith Gate must be opened."</s>
<|message|>Biance Blackwald
...
...Connecting...
...Connection verified. Begin search.
Search parameters: Compatibility with Crest virtues.
...Scanning...
...Search complete. Compatible individuals located.
Begin transfer.
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Act 1
Episode 1: Different World
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The wind swept hotly over the open summer sky, buffeting against the windows of a small, but decent hotel located around the Saitama district of Tokyo. A young woman with a petite yet curvy build in a tubetop- little more than a white sports bra, really- with a high cropped bomber jacket, rather short shorts, several belts, and tall boots rose from a crouch, stepping in behind a decorative tree, and up against a brick wall encircling the building. The duffle bag around her shoulder rustled as she crept towards the nearest window. Peering inside, she subtly passed each one, checking for items that were out of place. Finally finding a room that was empty, she pressed her hand against the lip of the window, and began pushing upwards.
A quiet cough behind her signaled that her efforts had, unfortunately, not gone unnoticed. She slowly released her grip on the window, turning to find a… little girl? Or boy? And not so little, either- just very short in stature, but with a bearing that radiated authority. The girl(?) was dressed in a sort of uniform- very official-looking, aside from the tinted goggles she was wearing over her eyes, and the black leather jacket draped around her shoulders. The tag on her shirt read, "Security." She leveled an angry scowl at the intruder behind her tinted lenses.
"Y'know," began the girl, in a surprisingly-deep contralto voice, "the front door is easier." She gestured at the intruder to move away from the window. "Show's over, kid. Come with me. You can explain why you're skulking around here to the owner. Maybe they'll be sympathetic, but I doubt that."
With a shift of her heel, the dark haired girl leveled her gaze, though not directly at the shorter individual. Instead, she rolled her eyes, if only slightly, before stuffing her hands in her pockets and kicking her foot idly. "Can't a girl get a shower? I mean, how could you make someone pay just for water. It's a necessity, after all," the purple haired girl responded, doing her best to stress her need and feign innocence.
The security guard was unmoved. If anything, the scowl deepened. "Can't find a bathhouse for a few hundred yen? Pull the other one. Last chance, girl- come with me and you'll probably be let off with a warning. Don't test me on this."
In response, the girl's hands raised yet again, this time making eye contact with the security guard- almost. "Fine, whatever you say. Can't blame a girl for trying, can you?" she then reached down and turned her pockets out, somewhat emphatically. "I'm broke," she muttered, almost to herself.
"Does that look like my concern?" snapped the guard. "My concern is keeping intruders off the property. You're an intruder. So off. The sooner I get you to the office, the sooner I can go on break, and the sooner you can… I dunno, turn a trick? Can't think of much else you'd be doing in that getup…"
In lieu of a verbal response, the would-be intruder simply gestured broadly with her arms, as if to say 'after you'. There was no point pushing it any further, nor did she have anything to say- nothing that seemed like it would help her case at least. The security guard walked over to the intruder, grasping her firmly by the shoulder as she started to wheel her out from behind the hotel, but… something seemed… off. A strange weight in the air, like the gravity had increased. The guard shook her head.
"Whew. Must be hotter out here than I expected. At least that's some silver lining for you, getting to go in—"
Her sentence was interrupted by a glowing ring suddenly etching itself into the ground around them.
"What--" exclaimed the guard.
"--the shit??" the taller girl exclaimed incredulously, her downcast gaze able to catch the strange markings now opening up into a bright void that suddenly swallowed the girls up with nary a sound. The circle closed and faded away, the ground the two had stood on unmarked, as though neither of them had been present at all...
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...Transfer successful.
Bearer/Courage: acquired.
Bearer/Love: acquired.
Begin transfer of remaining Bearers...
---</s>
| <|message|>Montegomery Freemont
Somewhere else, on Earth, in an urban area, a loud disagreement could be heard from the street. A cat screeched and ran away as a young man stormed out the door, slipping into a denim jacket, and quickly moving down the steps at the front. He moved like he was in a hurry, but determined.
A middle aged woman in scrubs leaned out the door after him, "Monty, don't you have to get to your job? The prescription can wait, really! I can call a colleague of mine to get it-"
He dismissed her with a wave, and called back over his shoulder, annoyed, "Nah, it's fine! You should have taken care of this before coming in, today, but I'll work it out! You stay here; taking care of my mother is only your job, after all!" He shook his head, frustrated. Shouldn't have said that. Should NOT have said that.
Turning a corner, not far from his front door, He thought about how he was going to apologize. It slipped her mind, that's all. This wasn't even going to make him late; he didn't have to blow up at her, like that, he thought. He had everything under control. He pursed his lips, and sighed, to himself, "Okay..."
He was so lost in his thoughts he didn't notice the glowing ring that opened up beneath him, and before he knew it, he'd felt like he was falling!
An older man with a walrus mustache, a dirty face, and paper bag in hand had been walking by, and saw this. He gave a start, and watched, incredulously as the young man had vanished, moments before the.. Whatever, did, as well! He blinked, looked at the bag in his hand, and resumed walking as he tossed the bag into a trash can, shaking his head…</s> |
<|description|>Montegomery Freemont
Age: 21
Crest: Reliability
Appearance: Shoulder length wavy dark brown hair, combed back, blue eyes, freckles, black t-shirt under a denim jacket. blue jeans, black steel toed boots. Broad shoulders, lean but non athletic build, stands about 5'9". High cheek bones, clean shaven.
Bio:
"Monty", as friends called him, didn't have a childhood that was particularly good or bad, his over-protective father was too eager to make excuses for him, and, he took it to heart. Nothing was ever his fault, and he carried that attitude into his teen years.
He didn't take much of anything seriously; he always shirked his chores around the house, He had a gold fish graveyard in the backyard, and struggled in school. It wasn't for lack of learning; he always managed to pull through and move up a grade like normal. He just didn't take it seriously, and had an answer for everything. That was something he had in common with his father, his mother couldn't help but notice.
His parents fought a lot, and eventually, his dad's answer to his marital troubles was to leave. Monty thought he'd go live with him, eventually, but, he always had a reason why now wasn't a good time. By age 15, after a difficult conversation with his mom, and 2 years of his dad's excuses, he decided his dad wasn't the kind of man he wanted to be.
He managed to graduate high school on time, but, his mom got sick. So, thinking on what he thought his dad might do, he did the opposite and stuck around. She insisted she'd be fine with a live-in caregiver, but he wouldn't hear it. She'd need additional financial support, even with insurance, so, he got a job, and has been working ever since, occasionally struggling with decisions, fearful of taking a "wrong turn" and letting people down. He still messes up, sometimes, and is very hard on himself when he does. Sometimes, he actually creates problems for himself, pursuing objectives beyond the point where others would have, reasonably, cut their losses and let it go, just to prove to himself that he's better than his father.
My DigimonPersonality: A grounded sort; when Monty starts beating himself up, or overreacting, Terriermon talks him back down to reality.
Stage- Baby
Species: Poyomon
Attribute:Data
Technique- (Max 1)
1:Bubble
Stage- In-Training
Species:Gummymon
Attribute: Free
Technique- (Max 1)
1: Double Bubble
Stage- Rookie
Species:Terriermon
Attribute:Data
Technique- (Max 2, usually 1)
1:Terrier Punch
Stage- Champion
Species:Wendigomon
Attribute:Virus
Technique- (Max 3, typically 2)
1:Koko Crusher
2:Cable Crusher
Stage- Ultimate
Species:Andiramon
Attribute:Virus
Technique- (Max 3)
1: Arm Bomber
Stage- Mega
Species: Duftmon
Attribute:Vaccine
Technique- (Max 3)
1: Black Aura Blast</s>
<|message|>Tsuda Ryoko
A day like any other day. Wake up, brush your teeth, take a hot shower, towel yourself down, get dressed, go to school, go to work, go home, sleep. Wake up and do it again. Every. Single. Day. Was this the life Ryoko had always wanted as a little girl? The future seemed so much brighter when papa was supporting her fully but now it was like they wanted her to suffer. Homework, stress, financial requirements, there were a dozen balls to juggle in the air and it was starting to make her arms ache almost as much as it made Ryokos back hurt! But what else could one person do.
Bills had to be paid and papa was right. It was her responsibility to understand life was not always going to be easy. There was nothing left to do but buckle down and get it done! Ryoko was tired but their determination to see the job done trumped any feeling of exhaustion lingering around as they stretched leisurely. The apartment was cramped but it was only twenty minutes from the University grounds and the coffee shop was just down the street, which made it ideal. Rent was also very cheap! Papa took care of the school fees and expected his daughter to pay her rent and manage enough finances to pitch in on school costs, for the most part it wasn't that difficult.
Just meant less meals some days.
In five years time it would all be a dream, a bad one sure, but a dream. An empty belly once in a while wasn't a bad price to pay considering how much tuition costed. Just had to work harder, get more hours, live a little more frugal. Sewing taught online was helping with the clothing issue when anything got a tear, Miss Fuji at the shop was also very supportive and pitched in where they could for the young med student. Maybe they were alone in the apartment but Ryoko knew deep down they had people watching their back! Disappointing them wasn't an option.
"Ok.." Staring at herself in the mirror, Ryoko saw the bags under her eyes and ignored the zombie staring back at her. "A new day. Friday. Work needs you in early! Uniforms on the counter, you have enough to get a small lunch today, wear the big jacket. Don't mess up. We can do this. You and me, me! We're a team. Mind and body as one." Pepping herself up was an important routine in the mornings. Without it they would be nothing but a ghost going through the motions. It broke the endless nothingness permeating the room.
Dressing in her usual attire, white longsleeve undershirt, blue vest, blue skirt, long socks and comfortable running shoes, her great big puffy coat, their hair was done as the alarm went off.
"Right! Time to seize the day. What could go-" Something was on the floor! Glancing down at her feet was a ring of some kind, a massive one! glowing with light it was like it was- IT WAS SWALLOWING HER! "-WRONG! WRONG WRONG WROOOOOOOONG!" Down the hole went Ryoko. To where was anyones guess.</s>
<|message|>Biance Blackwald
Bearers acquired.
Landing zone: located.
Begin delivery.
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The pastel blue sky shimmered over a strange and different world. A golden ring shone as its toothed gate opened, and eight bodies fell, quite literally, into adventure. The gate then vanished in a shimmering sparkle, leaving not a trace of its existence, leaving eight very confused individuals to ponder what had just become of them...
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She was falling. They were falling. And screaming, too, There was plenty of that. Inwardly, a part of Haruka was surprisingly calm about that. She supposed it gave her time to digest her situation.
What the hell happened? I was escorting Little Miss Red Light to the office, then that weird hole opened up and… There wasn't much more to it than that. Sudden drop, and here they were, falling through a kaleidoscope of lights.
Certainly the strangest day on the job she'd had so far.
The rational segment of her brain noticed that they seemed to be falling toward a destination- a darker spot in the distance that was only getting larger as they accelerated toward it. She really hoped she wasn't going as fast as she felt she was- it would be a really shitty way to die, especially without getting an explanation as to why.
The darker spot grew closer, and she could almost see things on the other side.
Time to find out how screwed I am, I guess. She closed her eyes, not wanting to see her probable death approaching as she passed through the other side of this kaleidoscopic nightmare, then gasped as she suddenly lurched to a stop in midair, limbs clumsily battering against the girl next to her as they stopped. Haruka opened her eyes, just in time for whatever force had stopped her to release them from its grip, causing them both to fall the last couple of feet onto the ground.
Ow. Fuck. Ow. Haruka touched her nose gingerly (not broken, thankfully) as she stumbled shakily to her feet, taking in her surroundings. Some kind of woods, it looked like. And she wasn't alone, aside from Stripper Girl. At least half a dozen people were in the same clearing, one of whom was in a chair, for some reason. Haruka blinked, looked around, took her goggles off, then blinked again.
Okay… haven't gone insane, I don't think. Haven't gone weirdly blind. Don't think Kinky Boots over here had time to drug me with anything, and I'm pretty sure I'd have noticed if she had, so…
...Exactly what the fuck is going on here??
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A pale hand clenched against the… grass? Something didn't feel right. Slowly, her dark purple eyes opened. Pushing off the ground, she took to her feet; her boots pressing into the loamy ground, forming a rather solid grip. Wait a second- this wasn't the manicured ground of, well, anywhere in Tokyo. Her almond shaped eyes flicked around- a forest? Rather shrewdly, her hands began inspecting various parts of her body- the crooks of her elbows, the back of her neck, behind her knees, her thighs and calves… no visible marks or pin pricks, and she'd barely had anything to eat or drink- let alone something she had taken her eyes off of; and she felt fine otherwise, which is weird, because she was sure she had fallen.
"Alright, wasn't drugged at least..." she muttered to herself, now seeing how illogical it was- first the bright ring and the feeling of falling, then being outside some forest; "Okay Biance, time to wake up," she half chided, tapping her curled knuckles against her own head.
It was then she noticed bodies around her, alive, yeah, but in the same condition as her- Okay. As much as Biance wanted this to be a dream, she had the sneaking suspicion that it wasn't, especially with there being others here; and as weird as it was, this made sense. Sort of. At least events seemed to be following sequence.
---
"Okay… on the count of three… I will wake up from this nightmare… one. Two…"
Instead of actually saying three, Haruka slapped herself. Hard.
"Ow. Fuck. Okay, I'm awake now, right— SHIT." She was still here. The nightmare was still happening. And now her face hurt. Which meant…
"Oh. Fuck. This isn't a dream." Haruka sank to her knees as she pondered this development. She was wide awake. Which meant that hole in the world was real. This place was real. These yahoos she found herself in a clearing with? 100% real. And that? That was a problem. It meant she had no fucking clue what was going on.
"Seems so, trigger," Biance answered, strutting towards Haruka. Her response was met with a glare from the diminutive security guard.
"Don't call me 'trigger.' Unless you'd like to hear some of the nicknames I have for you," said Haruka as she stood, brushing her knees off, "Speaking of, you got a name I can call you? Other than 'Gypsy' or something?"
For a moment, Biance simply looked over the other, as if assessing her. She took a crossing step in front of the shorter individual, then turned to face her again. Taking in a breath, the dark haired girl shook her head, then proceeded to adjust a few hidden ties in her hair, shifting it from a side ponytail.
"Ya' know what," she mused as her fingers nimbly worked, "-you're pretty. You'd look a lot better if you weren't mad all the time."
Finishing her remark, Biance now had her hair sculpted into a bob, with a long thin braid at the back of her head holding it all together. Her visage then shifted from a distant look to a closed eyes smirk at some inner humor.
"I don't mind nicknames, but I don't give without there being anything to get. I give my name, you give yours first."
Haruka was still dumbstruck at the girl's candid comment. Pretty? Eventually, the shock died away, and up came the hackles once again. She huffed, clearly not amused.
"Going through the roundabout, huh? Cute." She turned away, glaring at the ground. A minute passed before she spoke again.
"Haruka. Just Haruka for now." She looked back up, disdain etched on her features. "Satisfied? Alright, spill, Moulin Rouge. I'm running out of musicals to call you."
The taller girl nodded, "Biance," she answered, then pointing her thumb behind herself and Haruka, "Who are these kids?"
Haruka shrugged. "Beats the fuck outta me. But we're all here for whatever reason, so… may as well see if any of them know what it is that brought us here." Without waiting for a response, Haruka turned away from the taller girl, raising her voice as she directed her attention and voice at the rest of their little motley crew.
"Hey! Random other people! Anyone get the license plate number of that truck that hit us? Looked like a fucking glowing hole in the ground?"
...As was becoming increasingly apparent, subtlety was not Haruka's strong suit.</s>
| <|message|>Montegomery Freemont
Monty rubbed his side, groaning as he sat up. "D'ow, shit, I think I fell on a rock!" he grimaced as he looked around. Man, there aren't any woods near my house! Where are we?
One of them was shouting a lot, now, and swearing, also alot. He couldn't help but hear some of the conversation, He pointed at- "Bianca", he thought, "Hey, who are you calling 'kids', huh? I'll bet you hassle guys like me outside the 7-11 to buy you beer!"
Crossing his arms across his chest, with a stern expression, directed at the one doing all the cursing, "And as for you, Princess Potty-Mouth, the name is Montegomery; friends call me Monty, for short. If I let you keep it short, you think you can pronounce it without saying 'fuck' at least twice?" He looked a bit sheepish, suddenly, and looked away as he muttered under his breath, "Shouldn't have said that..."
He made a move to help one of the others up, "I don't recall any truck, myself; I was just walking down the sidewalk, and before I realized what was going on, I was falling through... I guess it was like a tunnel, or something? No clue how it could have opened up in the sky, though... Maybe we're in a park, or something?"
After whoever it was that he helped was standing, he held his own head, a look of worry on his face, "ugh, how'm I going to explain this, at work?"</s> |
<|description|>Jin (Jinayah) Takahashi
Age: 17
Crest: Friendship
Appearance:
Bio: Jin's parents, Richard and Yumiko, met at an international university in a political science course. Despite a myriad of personal, cultural and social differences, they fell tumbling into love and married after graduation. Richard became a detective and Yumiko worked with the the city's mayor. They were happy and successful, and together nearly 7 years before having a bouncing baby girl named Jinayah.
Another 5 years saw tragedy strike. A break in occurred at their home one winter night, and Richard and Yumiko were found dead, shot by an unknown assailant. Their daughter, who had just started kindergarten, was nowhere to be found. It was another year before they found Jin, who was caught trying to break into a convenience store. With her father having no living relatives in America, Jin was sent overseas to live with her mother's brother.
Jin's uncle Tairo, and aunt Misaki were both happy to take in their niece, and yet hurt by the circumstances. They did their best with the little girl and tried to help her fit in. They changed her name officially to her their family name, they took her to theme parks and festivals, and tried to be the best parents they could. It took a very long time for Jin to be able to open up and trust again.
Jin was never quite sure of the first time she understood she was different. Maybe it was elementary, in a class photo, where she was far too easy to pick out. Maybe one summer when someone told her that she didn't have to worry about tanning, or when she overheard someone referring to her as "Hafu" for the first time, and she had to go home and ask her aunt and uncle about the word.
Whatever the cause, her personality shifted dramatically in her first year of middle school. She went from trying to fit in to actively going against the grain. She stood up for the outcasts, and didn't even try to pretend she was "normal". In her mind, someone had to defend the people on the outside. The ones who weren't like everyone else, the ones who didn't fit in or fall in line.
Name: Oni-ko ( or "Pest" as Jin refers to it)
Personality: Adorable and childlike; will change as Digimon grows
Stage- Baby
Species: Jyarimon
Attribute: Virus
Technique- (Max 1)
1: Fiery heated bubbles – inexplicably heart shaped
Stage- In-Training
Species: Gigimon
Attribute: Virus
Technique- (Max 1)
1: Hot Bite
Stage- Rookie
Species: Solarmon
Attribute: Vaccine
Technique- (Max 2, usually 1)
1: Shiny Ring
2. Shiny Tackle
Stage- Champion
Species: Mechanorimon
Attribute: Virus
Technique- (Max 3, typically 2)
1: Twin Beam
2: Gyro Break
Stage- Ultimate
Species: Locomon
Attribute: Data
Technique- (Max 3)
1: Wheel Grinder
2. Steam Bomb
Stage- Mega
Species: Grand Locomon
Attribute: Data
Technique- (Max 3)
1: Wrecking Ball
2. Limited Express Attack
Other: Despite the frown and delinquent pink leather jacket, Jin is extremely intelligent. Her grades are near impeccable, and could easily land her in a university if she cared to go.
Other:</s>
<|message|>Elizabeth "Beth" Azurine
Elizabeth eyes slowly but surely open up and find herself in a world that is not hers. This is a dream? This is heaven? Or Hell? Beth pinch herself, ok, this is not a dream. Beth check her pulse to see if she is dead and she feel a heartbeat, good, she is not dead either but one question still remain...What is this place? First she was in the wood right next to her house and then the next she in...Well, she is still in the woods but trees are in the different color, included the sky, let's just Beth hope and pray that she is not the only one here but who she kidding? She probably is only one, all alone...But this horrible thought turns out to be false when she hear other people talk, with no time to hurry, she gets up, grab her suite case and speed walk toward the talking.
When Elizabeth finally made it where the noises are, she spot three, no, four people! There two girls, one with purple hair and the other with goggles on her head, and two guys, one with glasses and the other freckles! Without hesitation, Beth pop out of the bushes and excitedly walk toward the strangers "Oh thank god! I thought I was the only one here! I thought I was going to be alone in these wood, nobody but my thoughts, slowly going crazy and then make friend, who will be a rock, named Wilson-" Beth finally stops herself from talking even more and then calm herself down "...Ahem..Hi! My name is Elizabeth" Beth happily say to the strangers</s>
<|message|>Jin (Jinayah) Takahashi
Jin groaned as she picked herself off the ground. "What the hell was that.." She mumbled, checking herself all over. Now she was even more bruised and dirty. Fantastic. She quickly realized she wasn't in Tokyo anymore, and slowly approached the other people who, from the looks of it, were just as lost as she was.
There were two catty looking girls arguing with each other, one guy yelling at them, another guy standing there looking pissed and holding his head, and one irritatingly cheery girl who'd done the dumbest thing and introduced herself to a bunch of strangers like someone cared.
"No one cares what your name is." She managed to say, before brushing leaves off her backside. Then she started to walk, determined to get out of the trees and to somewhere where she could at least see civilization. She already missed the city.</s>
<|message|>Biance Blackwald
She didn't quite know what she was expecting, but it probably wasn't this. Biance was practically swarmed by the majority of the group. Well, it'd be more apt to say that she was being addressed by a few more people at once than she had wanted. No matter, she would deal. She rolled her eyes and extended her hand in a dismissive manner, choosing now to address each individual one at a time.
The boy in glasses was the first to be addressed, "Listen sweetie," she began, her voice dripping with a false saccharin tone, "First off; what I do with my head is my business. I doubt you have enough money to change my mind. More importantly- I have... no idea what you're talking about space cadet. But thanks for the weather report, captain obvious," she continued, her tone gathering more sarcasm as she went.
Biance then turned to the blonde girl who seemed to be speaking English. She gave a bemused smile with half-lidded eyes, and reached out with her hand, curling her index finger and bringing it just below the other girl's chin.
"You don't get out much, do you?" Biance more stated than asked, "Do yourself a favor and hang back- let me handle things, okay?"
Her final remark would have sounded kind, were it not smeared with a coating of derision. She passed her eyes over the scene once more, and promptly did a double-take in shock. This was probably the weirdest thing yet. One of the other girls, just... standing there in stark silence, looked eerily similar to Biance herself. Their eyes were almost the exact same color, as was her hair, which was styled in a way that she could easily pull off. But what was most chilling was the difference in posture. It was like looking in a warped, frosted mirror. Despite being almost the same age, she looked drained to an extent that made her look almost dead of old age, completely devoid of vitality. It almost froze Biance's heart solid in fear.
She was snapped out of her stupor when she noticed the girl with the fashionable red jacket walking away. Her instincts kicked in as she lashed out verbally.
"Fine, get yourself lost- more lost. Less work for me to do," she called out, waving in half-hearted salutation, before taking a quarter turn away from the crowd, and letting out an exasperated sigh with her hand in her face.</s>
<|message|>Elizabeth "Beth" Azurine
"Oh!...Um..I was just introducing-...Ok, sorry" after saying that, Beth feel rather disappointed. finally meeting someone that is what she looks like her age, the girl with purple jacket just brush Beth off in the meanest way. Did Beth did something wrong? What did she do to make this girl hate her all sudden? Maybe her mother was right, maybe Beth wasn't ready to go out into the real world....Whatever this world is.
Beth was almost about to retreat into the bushes until the other stranger, the purple hair one, walks toward her, Beth was about to say hi to her but then, all sudden, the purple stranger reach out with her hand, curling her index finger and bringing it just below the Beth's chin. While Beth cheeks turn red, the purple stranger ask her if she don't get out much, Beth try to say to form some words but all she could say was some ums and ers. Purple then tell Beth to hang back and let her handle things, "Ummmm, Er, Ok!" Beth awkwardly say</s>
<|message|>Shan Malik
Among the bickering stood - or rather, sat - a very, very still man. He had made no sound besides the impact of his body hitting the ground, and he barely moved since then. Given his blank expression and how long it took for him to shift his legs into a proper sitting position, or even blink, there was a good chance he hadn't even registered what had happened to him at first. Even now, as he began to stir, eyes wandering from one speaker to another, he looked off - sleep deprived, or perhaps just high. Which was more than just a little uncomfortable to consider given the conversation at hand.
As he listened to the group, three things became clear:
1. Everyone here is either an asshole, as maladjusted as I am, or both.
2. My head hurts too much for me to be high.
3. I wish I were high.
This might've been the most exciting day of his life had he been ten years younger. New people, new place, time away from home. There was that girl - Elizabeth - who had the sort of excitement he might've once had. He feels bad, but he says nothing. As it was, it was a headache, it didn't make sense, and he wanted to go back to sleep.
It's not long until he's just staring at his own shoes while the others continued their bickering. Dread fills his stomach and his mind aches. He registers footsteps getting further away - someone is leaving, or at least putting some distance between themself and the group. He decides to follow suite, avoiding eye contact and pocketing his hands as he walks in the opposite direction.</s>
<|message|>Biance Blackwald
The longer the youths stood in the forest clearing, the more apparent it would become that this was far from a normal place. The sky looked like a mat painting with tiny black flecks stuck in it, stretching to the horizon. Those heading towards the trees could notice a few odd things. Firstly, what appeared to be a plastic molding was set around the base of each tree, and on further inspection, the angles of the branches all seemed identical, as if all the trees were the same, just rotated slightly.
Another strange feature, though hidden in the underbrush, were oversized, loose cables lying on the ground, capped with colorful ends, making them look like giant AV cables that came from nowhere nearby. Something that those entering the woods, and moving away from the voices of the others, would notice soon enough was the strange silence. Despite being a deep forest, there was neither the sound of birds, nor running water, nor the rustling of creatures in the leaves, or even the buzzing of insects.</s>
<|message|>Kougawa Ando
Kougawa chose not to dignify the girl with a reply. He'd already grown bored of dealing with her. Instead he eyed a couple of the others. Clearly they were as lost as confused as he was. That meant none of them had any clues or knowledge of what was happening. A couple of them were choosing instead to leave. No words to anyone, and while normally Kougawa was of that kind of mind, now was definitely one of those times when going off alone was a stupid idea.
"Going alone is a terrible idea, you know." he said, making sure he was loud enough for the lot of them could hear. Also his angry tone was completely gone. He in fact sounded rather calmed down now, whatever frustration he had earlier was pushed aside in favor of logical thinking, "You've no idea where this is, no idea what kind of wildlife is waiting for you out there. Unless..." he narrowed his eyes with suspicion, "...you know something that you're choosing not to share with the rest of us? In which case, I'm going to have to insist that you clue the rest of us in." it wasn't a threat, not really. But an athlete like him would have no trouble chasing someone down who tried to run. Especially if they themselves were not as athletically inclined.</s>
| <|message|>Jin (Jinayah) Takahashi
Jin crunched into the woods, pushing aside tree branches and bushes as she did so. There was someone talking behind her, but she figured it was more arguing. Easy to ignore.
About 5 minutes of determined trampling into the forest, she realized she'd made a mistake. She was not some floaty mori girl in tune with nature and things like that. No, she was an urban girl, born for concrete and tall buildings, and neatly manicured bushes and trees. She turned around to go back, and realized that she didn't know exactly where she was. All of the trees looked the same, and there wasn't even a bird's nest or a squirrel to show her where she had been.
"Damn. Ain't these places supposed to be full of life or something?" She turned again. Forest in front. Forest behind. A note of fear twisted her stomach, but she batted it down. No time to be scared in the middle of the day. Removing a pencil from her bag, she stuck it into the loamy soil. The yellow made is a beacon among the brown and green.
"Good." She started off again after picking a direction. A minute later, she was at the pencil again. She tried again, in a different direction, and soon heard voices. Finally, a way out! She rushed toward them, smiling. "Hey! Civilization..." But it was the same crowd. Now probably all staring at her like she was insane.
"Um." She jerked her thumb back at the trees.
"There's something wrong with the forest. Ain't no bears or boars or deer or any shit."</s> |
<|description|>Kougawa Ando
Age: 19
Crest: Sincerity
Appearance:
Bio:
The only son of Kougawa Gorou, a powerful and connected Prosecutor. The Kougawa family in general has close ties to the legal world, be it through police or even judges. It's rumored they possess political connections as well. Ando is someone who appears to the outside world as a young man living a life of privilege and luxury. He grew up in a family estate, cared for by servants more than his actual parents. In fact the only interactions he had with his parents was at dinner time and when he needed to be present for one of their social functions. His father in particular didn't spend much time with him, sometimes seeming more like an employer than a parent. And of course, the boy was expected to follow in Gorou's footsteps and become a lawyer of some description. It seemed only fitting, and Gorou himself refused to hear a single word suggesting otherwise despite Ando having no passion for law nor any true desire to pursue it.
Thankfully, Ando was not without various outlets to bide his time with. Soccer was one of his biggest outlets during Junior High and High School, wherein he used the sport as a means to vent his frustrations. This made him aggressive, ruthless even, on the field but that in turn made him a rather strong competitor and easily his team's Ace. But even outside of the Soccer Field, Ando sometimes found himself instead sitting at the table of a challenging game of Chess, wherein his aggressive and ruthless tendencies made him a tough player to beat. But none of it was ever truly satisfying. What good did competing in any of these areas do if he knew he was eventually going to be shackled to a law degree and some desk in his father's law offices? He'd become smart enough not to voice his opposition to his father directly, instead wearing the "Mask" of an obedient son who did what was expected of him. That "mask" became so profoundly a part of who he is that it became his default persona, though with the aggressive strength and ruthless competitiveness he'd adopted from Soccer and Chess mixed in for good measure. But was this really who he was meant to be?
Personality: Subservient to Ando more often than not. He can get fired up and defensive when someone insults his partner or tries to berate him in some form. For whatever reason he seems to see a good in Ando that no one else seems capable of, even Ando himself.
Stage- Baby
Species: Pupumon
Attribute: None
Technique-
1: Poison Bubbles
Stage- In-Training
Species: Puroromon
Attribute: None
Technique-
1: Stinging
Stage- Rookie
Species: FanBeemon
Attribute: None
Technique-
1: Gear Stinger
Stage- Champion
Species: Waspmon
Attribute: Virus
Technique-
1: Turbo Stinger
2: Bear Buster
Stage- Ultimate
Species: JewelBeemon
Attribute: Vaccine
Technique-
1: Spike Buster
2: Shot Claw
Stage- Mega
Species: TigerVespamon
Attribute: Virus
Technique-
1: Mach Stinger V
2: Gear Stinger
3: Royal Meister</s>
<|message|>Montegomery Freemont
Somewhere else, on Earth, in an urban area, a loud disagreement could be heard from the street. A cat screeched and ran away as a young man stormed out the door, slipping into a denim jacket, and quickly moving down the steps at the front. He moved like he was in a hurry, but determined.
A middle aged woman in scrubs leaned out the door after him, "Monty, don't you have to get to your job? The prescription can wait, really! I can call a colleague of mine to get it-"
He dismissed her with a wave, and called back over his shoulder, annoyed, "Nah, it's fine! You should have taken care of this before coming in, today, but I'll work it out! You stay here; taking care of my mother is only your job, after all!" He shook his head, frustrated. Shouldn't have said that. Should NOT have said that.
Turning a corner, not far from his front door, He thought about how he was going to apologize. It slipped her mind, that's all. This wasn't even going to make him late; he didn't have to blow up at her, like that, he thought. He had everything under control. He pursed his lips, and sighed, to himself, "Okay..."
He was so lost in his thoughts he didn't notice the glowing ring that opened up beneath him, and before he knew it, he'd felt like he was falling!
An older man with a walrus mustache, a dirty face, and paper bag in hand had been walking by, and saw this. He gave a start, and watched, incredulously as the young man had vanished, moments before the.. Whatever, did, as well! He blinked, looked at the bag in his hand, and resumed walking as he tossed the bag into a trash can, shaking his head…</s>
<|message|>Jin (Jinayah) Takahashi
"We've really got to stop meeting like this, teach."
In one nonspecific high school in Japan, a short teenager had her feet up on her desk, chair stretching back as far as it could. She was short, dark skinned, wearing the boy's school uniform, and covered with dirt and bruises.
"Takahashi-san, get your feet off the desk. And yes, we do have to stop meeting like this." The teacher looked at his student, concern and a small amount of anger in his eyes. "So – when is it going to stop? This is our third meeting this year and you are no closer to-"
"It wasn't my fault this time, teach." Jin put her feet down and leaned forward, adamant. "There were four of them this time, they ambushed me on the club practice grounds. I was actually gonna sign up for a club! I swear – look!" Without waiting, she dug into her leather school bag and dug up a torn piece of paper with "Club Application" written on it. "See?"
The teacher took the paper and hummed thoughtfully.
"Look, they tried. But it's not my fault I'm a better fighter, okay? It's so damn stupid what they wanted me for, too. Said that Honei-san had been smiling at me too often, and that I had to 'know my place' or some shit, before I stole him away. One, who cares that hard about some guy, and two, no one smiles at me. He was probably just staring for no reason. I told them that, they still tried to maul me. So I fought. And I won." She sniffed, proud despite the trouble she was in. "You should see what those bitches look like."
"Watch your language." The teacher sighed softly. "Give me their names. I can help you."
"Nah." Jin muttered softly. "It won't work, just like last time. I'll get punished and they'll get off because their families are rich and old."
"Takahashi-san - "
"Just.. leave it. Give me my punishment so I can go."
There was silence for several moments.
"No punishment this time, Jin-chan. Just… clean up and go home." The teacher was obviously concerned. "You know, if you didn't have some of the highest grades in the school, they would have expelled you by now."
"Yeah, I know. Sucks for them. Bye teach." Jin rose up with a wince and a sigh, heading toward the nurse's office. As she was on the way, a great glowing ring opened up beneath her feet. Before she could react, she was tumbling down and down, to an unknown fate.</s>
| <|message|>Kougawa Ando
In the playing field of a certain private academy, the final seconds of an intense Soccer game ticked down like the timer of a bomb. The home team for this game was in the lead, 3-0. The visiting team was about suffer a devastating shut out unless they could pull off a last minute shot. The ball was in their control, having been kicked to the away team's Captain as he prepared his last shot. The home team had become mostly relaxed, knowing full well there was no way they could possibly lose. Well, all except for at least one of them. A certain player came dashing for enemy captain and swept right under him, throwing him off balance and effectively stealing the ball from him.
"Over here!" cried a teammate who was a bit further down field, but a few enemy players were already moving to prevent a pass, desperation making them fight harder than ever. The indigo-haired player with the ball chose instead to disregard his teammate and instead take a "calculated long-shot" at the goal. The other team's goalie was apparently caught off guard by this and was unable to dive for the ball fast enough. The buzzer sounded the end of the game, final score: 4-0.
Later, in the home team's locker room, the players were all changing out of their Soccer uniforms into their normal clothes. But just as the indigo-haired player finished dressing himself and putting his glasses on, his team's captain suddenly forcibly turned him around. He looked angry.
"What the hell was that, Kougawa?" asked the Captain with a livid tone, "You ignored a perfectly good pass and stole the glory for yourself? Or did you forget this was supposed to be a team sport?"
The player, Kougawa Ando, said nothing. At least at first. Instead he just glanced down at his captain's hand as if merely expecting him to let go. He and the Captain did not get along. Namely because, despite being Captain, the captain himself was not the Ace on the team, Kougawa was. And that fact angered the team's captain to no end.
"You arrogant bastard! Think you're too good to answer your Captain when he addresses you?" the Captain fuming, his free hand clutched into a fist, and he did make a lunging move as if to throw a punch. But unfortunately, Kougawa had always been good reading the movements of his opponents on the soccer field, and this was hardly any different. Kougawa suddenly ducked down and swept the captain's legs, sending down to the floor.
"They swarming him right from the start you fool." said Kougawa in a blunt, matter-of-fact tone, "Besides, my accuracy is superior anyway, so why bother risking someone else taking the shot and missing?"
"What would it have mattered?" asked one of the other players, "I mean... we were gonna win no matter what, right?"
"Tch, idiot." said Kougawa, "One who becomes complacent becomes the first to be caught off guard." there was his usual ruthlessness. He wanted to crush the opposing team, dominate the game regardless of how assured victory was.
"Damn you, Kougawa!" shouted the Captain, his buttons thoroughly pushed. Everyone knew the Captain would have thrown Kougawa off the team long ago, but couldn't, the coach wouldn't allow it due to how strong a player he was and how many wins he helped them get. But it looked like his patience had run out and he was lunging for another punch of some kind. But this little altercation never concluded. Golden rings appeared at Kougawa's feet and the captain's fist would have ended up punching the empty air were he once stood.</s> |
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